#working admin for this man must be the most insane job ever

[astonmartinii]

hiii i was wondering if u could one where the reader is a scientist with lewis??

p.s ur amazing!!!!

raw chemistry | lewis hamilton instagram au

pairing: scientist!reader x lewis hamilton

in which a mercedes driver has unbelievable chemistry with a chemist

yourusername

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yourusername: the two sides of the (work? staff-bonding?) trip

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yourbff so fucking jealous of you

yourusername gotta make up for all those hours somehow

yourbff2 only you would find the cheesy chips at the monaco grand prix

mercedesamgf1

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mercedesamgf1: yet another win for lewis in monaco ✨

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user23 mega, mega shift from hamilton today

lewishamilton couldn't do it without everyone in the garage and back at the factory!

user64 this man is uncapable of not slaying

georgerussell63 huge shift 💪

user55 so so clear of the entire grid

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f1gossipgirl: lewis hamilton finally off the market? the world champion was spotted getting up close and personal with a mystery girl who is potentially in the second slide? do we think it'll last or is it just a post win romp?

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user90 we just taking pics of random people and creating drama now?

user35 my parasocial relationship in crisis but also am happy for lewis i'm going insane

user11 monaco does something to people i swear

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yourusername: back to the office 🧬

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yourbff smart and pretty - leave something for the rest of us

yourusername says you

lewishamilton you must be barium and beryllium cause you're a total babe?

yourusername i'm blushing ☺️ (did you google this?)

lewishamilton you're welcome ;) (yes i did)

user34 HELLO WHAT IS THIS ???

lewishamilton added to their story

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yourusername: happy people, happy times

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yourbff an invite to anything at this point would be nice

yourusername you complained the whole time last time

yourbff you people are the most insufferable (affectionate) people to third wheel

lewishamilton 🏄‍♀️ 🏄‍♂️

yourusername best teacher ever

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mercedesamgf1: lewis and george are having fun this summer break ☀️

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user44 ADMIN JUST EXPOSED LEWIS AND HIS GF??

user58 so is admin losing their job ? i'll miss you xx

user89 f1 twitter is about to go into melt down

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yourusername: you could say we have chemistry ;)

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lewishamilton who is using cheesy science puns now ?

yourusername are you an element cause i'd like to periodically bang you on a table

lewishamilton time and a place

georgerussell63 THERE ARE CHILDREN IN THIS COMMENT SECTION

alex_albon COVER YOUR EYES GEORGE

user33 i actually can't this relationship is so cute

user30 was originally scared about this relationship but if we get all this lewis content from it i can't be angry

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lewishamilton: forget hydrogen, you're my number one element xx

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yourusername is this our thing now? if so, you make me hotter than sulfur hydroxide mixed with ethyl acetate.

lewishamilton okay i actually don't know what that means but i love you xx

yourusername i love you too xx

user50 lewis trying to use science pick up lines is taking me out actually

sebastianvettel congratulations you guys !!

lewishamilton thanks seb

yourusername thank you sebastian, i've heard about your impressive bee garden - will need to visit soon x

mercedesamgf1 mum and dad

user77 admin kept their job?

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mercedesamgf1: new paddock mum and dad just dropped *insert a science pun here*

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yourusername i'm the solution to all of the grid kid problems

lewishamilton not your best, love

yourusername you're hardly helping

lewishamilton i'm not the scientist here

landonorris mum and dad please stop fighting

yourusername see lewis why won't you think of the children

lewishamilton they're not children, i've heard about the things they get up too

alex_albon no we've factually never done anythign ever

georgerussell63 i second this

note: hope this was the kinda thing you were thinking, sorry for how long it took, life got unexpectedly busy out of nowhere. also, i barely passed gcse science so i hope it makes sense lol xx

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[wormlette]

I do think a LOT about why Chilchuck would join the "save Falin" dungeon dive at all tbh and it makes me feel like eating drywall. Namari is the one who brings up the "I figured you'd be the first one to leave, you never take a job without getting paid" and he's like yeah. I do insist on payment up front. But do you think he was ever going to bring up his motivations on his own? If Namari hadn't? I don't think he would talk about it because I don't think it's really that simple. We find out in the ep that just aired a few things--

1) Chil is paid in advance, and however that works, he's apparently already been contracted for future dungeon dives too ? 2) The adventurer's community is tight-knit and full of gossip, so the things you do will have impact on what kind of work you can do going forward.

There are other things we know about Chil:

1) he's worked for Laios' party for three years. Namari was a member before him (she joined at the same time the husband hunter and some tall man guy joined, iirc) and Shuro was a member after him, but after those two leave, he's the person who's worked with the Toudens for the longest. 2) He's had some really shitty jobs in his past, especially pre-union. He understands very well what kinds of things people will use half-foots for. 3) He is thinking about retiring. He was going to retire before joining Laios' party.

And one thing we learned in the very first episode -- Laios told Marcille and Chilchuck that they should sell their equipment so he could go down on his own to rescue Falin. Chilchuck asks him if he's suicidal and then invites himself along for absolutely everything that goes down after. He's more ride-or-die about eating monsters than anyone other than Senshi. Him breaking his contract is obviously not something Laios would have held against him. Maybe it would have "Changed his clientele" as he says to Marcille about Namari in the latest ep, but also: HE COULD JUST RETIRE.

IDK PERSONALLY I JUST THINK this all adds up to an implication that he is really very fond of the Touden siblings. As Marcille notes when she's making a fanfic of his wife leaving him he's not the type to ever say his feelings out loud so it's not ever really gonna be said in the text of the story and THAT'S WHY I'M HERE. They seem to be a well-renowned party during the events of the story, but when he joined up with them they were just a year out from being bodyguards in a gold-peeling party with a few other no-name adventurers (as far as I know from the extras that have come out so far, the order of main chars joining the party went Laios&Falin->Namari->Chil->Shuro->Marcille.)

Three years AFTER HE WAS ALREADY CONSIDERING RETIRING he is willing to go on a journey that every other character thinks is fucking insane for the chance to rescue Falin, even though he is not an optimistic guy and he probably has a more realistic understanding of how dangerous dungeons are than anybody else in the group. If he started doing dungeon work when he left his home at 14 then he has about 15 years of dungeoneering experience by the time of the story. He would know what he's doing is actually EXTREMELY dangerous in a way resurrection magic doesn't actually eliminate. They are going down into a floor that's so far down the story has expressed "it's really dangerous to go there and most people don't because it will be hard for corpse retrievers and necessary supplies to get to you if you die. if you are eaten you might just be gone beause no one will ever find you."

I think he's harsh on Laios because he really cares about him and Falin. We know he ranks Laios' ability as a party leader as like a 61 or something lmfao but IMHO he is like that stern teacher who is forced by admin to put a 20pt curve on every exam because everybody is fuckin failing. Nobody is doing a good enough job. But he must have faith in the idea that Laios is able to do better if he has the right coaching (kicking and yelling at him). I JUST THINK the Touden party has been the best one he's worked in, or if not the best then his favorite, for him to keep doing it for THIS LONG when he SHOULD absolutely have his pick of contracts, given that "no other half-foots had the expertise necessary to accompany Laios to such a deep floor of the dungeon".

#and that's why i need them to fuck nasty. me and my psychosexual obsession with my dogboy coworker who is leader in name only. #like Laios gets above 50%. better than average. he probs has many groups he’d rate like a 30%.

[brooklynislandgirl]

Stress

Driftwood || Accepting @therealgamble {for inclusion}

Arrest Me, Please

Fourth of July is a time for cook-outs, family, winding down with a bonfire on the beach. Usually Andy absconds inside with his noise-cancellation headphones and man’s the bar while everyone else is outside enjoying multiple firework displays, but it’s often not a big deal, less so here in California than in New York.  And Beth herself had wanted to be curled up between two particular cops that weren’t related to her. Sipping on sangria, nibbling on the vegan hot-dogs that no one else would touch.

She’s not that lucky. She is working a night shift in the ER as the front desk Triage nurse. And to call the waiting room a disaster would have been the understatement of the century. Every room in the hospital is full and out of the fifty bed ER, they are boarding admitted patients which effectively cut them down to thirty rooms, sometimes double and triple stacking the ER patients, trying to dismiss as many as possible at the most reasonable moments. But that doesn’t stop ambulances from bringing in more patients. The hospital never goes on divert protocol. They could have been on fire, with a hostage situation, no power, under a tsunami and the admins would still not go on divert. That and people keep walking through the door.

And that leaves Beth to be their most accessible whipping boy for all of their fear and anger and pain. She knows there’s at least fifty patients in the waiting room, each of them having at least one and up to ten visitors with them. She is in charge of making sure that everyone is assessed, has the proper labs and imaging ordered, and preformed. She is responsible for knowing the results of all these factors, prioritising them appropriately, ignoring the sound of beeping call lights, interns that don’t know their heads from their....holes in the ground, and an ever mounting set of charts sitting haphazardly at the corner of the counter.

Being the person who makes sure no one dies in the waiting room is enough to stress anyone, and she’s capable of recognising when someone is in dire straights and needing a bed she can conjure out of nowhere.

She’s leaning over the counter, several inches taller than she is, and grabbing a phone, ringing up the charge nurse.

“I need a bed. Got a patient here that’s hypotensive, history of GI bleeding and the lab drawn at the doctor’s office today came back with a haemoglobin of 4.1. This guy needs a bed and blood, because he’s still actively having bloody bowel movements.” There’s a moment of silence. “I don’t have any beds.” “Then clear off your desk and I’ll lay them down on it, because we’re coming back.”

“Alright. Alright. Don’t get your panties in a twist, Moana. Start walking. I’ll find you a stretcher somewhere by the time you get back here.”

And so it goes...for ten hours. She lets the racial slurs go. She lets the cursing and the crying wash over her like a big wave because there’s nothing else she can do, it’s the third of her twelve hour shifts in a row, and her patients are missing the same holiday she is with their families, and her emotional exhaustion has no bearing on the care they should receive. And so what if she’s got a splitting headache, is dehydrated from not having had anything to eat or drink, and she’s running on empty.

She gets her patients slowly situated, always returning to man her post. Walking with one physician who asks her for her assistance, she doesn’t see the woman running up to her until the woman’s hand comes down on her forearm, physically stopping her. Makes mention that Beth was her husband’s nurse the night before and was about to ask a question when she was flagged down. Beth kept walking with the doctor but she couldn’t leave it. Promises she’ll only be a minute. She isn’t the man’s nurse tonight but that doesn’t mean she can just brush off the wife’s concern. When she gets to the patient’s room, his eyes have rolled back and he’s clearly coding. Another nurse, the one assigned to him, looks up at Beth, white as freshly laundered sheets. She is young and new and is very tense. “PE! I think he threw a PE!”

Beth starts the cpr and tells New Girl to call the code, which she does.

The patient did not survive.

Her arms feel like noodles, she’s barely able to lift them without pain. Everything she’s feeling is shoved down into a box and she can’t let herself cry, can’t sit somewhere quiet and wonder if she did everything she could, if she might have done something different that might have saved his life. But the night carries on, and so must she. By four in the morning, she’s done. She hasn’t got anything left. That’s when Brian slips in. Coming up to the desk. Not an uncommon occurrence to find a cop there, usually looking for someone who was in a car accident, usually following up. He doesn’t get a word out. “I did it.” Brows gather over his eyes like thunderclouds, his expression clearly perplexed. “Uh...what?”

“Whatever it is you’re here for, Bri, whatever warrant for whatever crime....I confess. I did it. Please just arrest me, so I can leave.”

He laughs. “Sorry, that’s not how it works, Jellybean. Rough shift?” She nodded, the misery and deprivation written over her features, in the bags under her eyes, in the fact that he could bend a piece of rebar over her shoulders that have become like anvils from the tension racing through her system. The sun won’t be up for another hour, but she swears the clouds part behind him and light wraps him up in a holy nimbus as he lifts his hands. There’s a giant cup of coffee in one hand ~soy vanilla chai latte with a quad-shot of espresso~ and in the other is a paper bag that she can smell her cook out food still warm inside. “Your brother was winding everything down and I figured you could use a pick-me-up.”

She comes out from the back office space and presses her face into his chest. Arms wrap around his waist. She can smell a lingering trace of wood smoke, beer, and all the other things like his soap and fabric softener. Nothing has ever been so welcome in her life, and it takes the last of her fragile emotional strength not to just cry.  They’ve talked for less than a minute, but this is the most compassion and kindness she’d been shown all weekend, and it’s a phenomenal salve on all of the rough, broken, bleeding, emotional wounds of trying to manage a hundred and twenty people on her own. Maybe Brian senses it too. Maybe he recognises the insanity of the job. That is isn’t necessarily what’s going on during a shift so much as how you can handle it. “Okay, Okay, let go or I’m drinking all of your coffee myself.”  It’s enough to pull her together. “You get off at six, right?” She nods, damply. “Great. I’ll be in the parking lot. We’ll catch breakfast at El Matador. Watch all the losers wipe out on the first surf, and make fun of them.” “Have I tol’ ya, I love you.” “Many, many times, and it’s never gonna happen, babe.” He brushes a kiss against her forehead, shoves the food and drink in her hands and walks out knowing he’s done a good deed. What he doesn’t know is how much better he makes the last two hours go.

#Mahalo!Nonny Mouse <33 #She's Talking to Angels {Bethisms} #Making Wishes on Passing Cars|Answered Asks #Honourable Mention|Brian Gamble #Thin Blue Lines|Swat verse #California Screaming #medical tw #hospital tw #Anonymous

[sengoku-revolution]

Written for the prompt in THIS ASK!

Title: A New Spring Author: Admin Maru

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Concept: Hideyoshi Toyotomi finding out MC is a spy for the enemy. 

(To see the same concept done for Kenshin, Mitsuhide and Yukimura, check our Master List)

“Hideyoshi… I’m sorry.”

That’s all she managed to utter before slipping into the night, the darkness cloaking her form with mists and shadows.

He stood still, frozen, unable to process what just happened— no, refusing to. The woman he loved, the one that snuck into his heart despite his immaculate defenses, the one he cherished above all… was not who she appeared to be.

War was drawing near, and everyone prepared in their own ways. Mitsunari polished his strategies, Mitsuhide tightened his networks, even Nobunaga grew tense as the long-awaited day grew upon them. In times like these everyone must lend a hand, and that includes the dear chatelaine, Hideyoshi’s own beloved princess whom he’d grown to understand and love in ways the others could only envy. She had been tasked to deliver scrolls with sensitive information between the warlords, as after all, who could be deemed more trustworthy than the woman who saved Oda Nobunaga from death itself. She’d always work tirelessly, without so much of a fret or complaint no matter how much running around and change of plans the job involved.

It was this hardworking, dedicated chatelaine that Hideyoshi was looking for mere minutes ago, before he stumbled upon a sight that he thought he’d never have to see. There she stood, knuckles white from gripping the pages, leg propped up on the windowsill, glassy eyes wide and focused on the man she hoped she could spare from the heart-wrenching truth. This explained why Mitsunari’s finalized plans haven’t yet reached Nobunaga despite the scrolls being sent his way half an hour ago.

“_______, what is the meaning of this?” His voice came out strained, desperate for her to convince him that he wasn’t witnessing what his eyes revealed plain to see.

“Hideyoshi…” her soft voice trailed off with the wind, regret and pain unlike she’d ever shown before now twisting her moonlit face. Yet despite her regretful disposition, her resolve did not change. Instead, she pulled the remainder of her weight upon the ledge, so that the only thing keeping her from dropping down from the second floor was her one-handed hold on the window’s wooden frame, clutching the scrolls firmly to her chest.

He didn’t dare move, as if the slightest motion would send her teetering over the edge and into the abyss of the night. No, instead, he took a closer look at her form, as if trying to carve the moment into his memory. Between the familiar scrolls of plans and preparations stood a foreign letter, one that confirmed his worst fears and dropped his heart to the pit of his stomach. A letter that bore the Uesugi seal, a letter from Uesugi Kenshin himself.

How she managed to slip the letter between the castle’s raised defenses he didn’t know, but the instructions given within it were clear as day in Hideyoshi's mind. The chatelaine whom he had grown to love and adore was truly not the person he thought her to be, not at all.

Memories rushed through his mind, starting from her first days within the castle. He saw himself bandaging her pricked fingers on her first day as a seamstress, to the cups of tea they shared in his favorite teahouse, where to this day he believes the tea never tasted so good as it did with her. One by one, the days washed over his memory, the strolls, the warm embraces, the kisses, each memory adding a new gash upon his heart.

He felt furious, torn, betrayed, but not for the sake of Nobunaga and the rest of the castle, like he knew he should. Instead, the cries of his own heart overpowered even the most devoted call of his duty. Instead of questioning her intentions, questioning her loyalty to the Oda Forces, there was only one thought he could manage to voice.

“Everything— every moment, everything we had, was it all a lie?” His voice came out hoarse, finally revealing the anger that has built up within him. He finally let someone in, finally lowered his defenses enough to open his heart, and now his trust has jeopardized all. “No Hideyoshi, it wasn’t, and still isn’t, but I haven’t given you the full truth either.”

She raised her head to meet his gaze, a gentle yet firm resolve shining in her eyes.

“I don’t have the time to explain right now but it's not what it seems to be, I promise.” She extended one foot backward, ready to take the leap of faith.

“_______, wait— you don’t have to do this, WAIT!” His feet finally began to move, racing toward her in pure desperation, every single cell in his body begging to make it to her before she makes the fall.

“I love you… and Hideyoshi… I’m sorry.”

With that, she swooped down and disappeared into the night.

Hideyoshi collided with the windowsill, eyes frantically searching the dark forest before him for any sign of his lover… but he was too late, she was gone.

He would have to return to Nobunaga and the others and explain what happened, what he allowed to happen. But first, he would need to wipe the waterfall of tears flowing on his face, and still his quivering heart.

—

As the days passed by, Hideyoshi’s heart fell into an eternal winter. He tasted no food, smelled no scents, processed no change in day or night, instead, all he felt was the ice forming within his chest. His allies had been informed, and she was now regarded as part of the enemy. With the war so close, there was only so much they could change, partly because she had also nabbed the backup plans— she took them all. Yet despite the infiltration, they still outnumbered the enemy by a fair amount, so Nobunaga ruled that the best route would be to proceed with caution, until the war develops and new counter-plans can be made once they know the enemy’s move. Things were looking down and depressing for the Oda Forces. With the enemy’s hands on all their resources, this would prove to be a difficult situation indeed.

Except… through skirmish after skirmish, and battle after battle, fate seemed to play out the direction of this war entirely in the Oda’s favor.

At first it was strange, perhaps a string of coincidences, but soon enough it became downright bizarre. It was as if all the Uesugi-Takeda troops were sent to blindly fall into the Oda’s traps on purpose. Had Kenshin not reviewed the stolen plans? No, someone must have certainly reviewed them, and cast their influence upon the enemy troops to sway the war into the Oda’s favor. With things going so well, the war didn’t live up to half the estimated duration, as the Uesugi-Takeda Forces finally chose to retreat in place of suffering another humiliating loss.

During the celebratory feast, Mitsuhide lowered himself to take a seat beside Hideyoshi, swirling the sake in his cup before casting a knowing glance through the corner of his eyes. “Well, it seems your little mouse did not betray us after all…” His voice trailed off, causing Hideyoshi's ears to perk. Indeed, this was the only explanation for the events that unfolded over the past few weeks, and the turnout for this war. A hint of spring began to grow within his heart, a single cherry blossom blooming among the thawing snow.

-

Hideyoshi made his way back toward Azuchi castle after spending yet another late night at the teahouse, drowning himself in her new favorite drink, although it didn’t quite suit his palate as much as it brought joy to hers. He often wondered about her, where she was. It took a world of restraint for him not to jump on his horse and dash into the woods screaming her name, hoping to find her safe and within reach. She hadn’t betrayed them after all, but on the other hand, she betrayed Kenshin, and she was now a wanted woman in that demon’s eyes. He couldn’t blame her for laying low, she needed to stay safe, and he wasn’t about to go out and do anything to jeopardize her safety. To deceive the lion right within his den was insanely foolish, yet irrevocably bolder and braver than what any soldier has done for the Oda Forces, for Nobunaga, and for Hideyoshi himself.

For a long time he wondered about how she became a spy for Kenshin, and when she decided she would forsake him. But as the days passed by and the aching in his chest grew, he became less concerned with the tales of the past and more interested in the future, a future where she returns to stand by his side. She made her choice, and although it wasn’t clear to Hideyoshi when she first left, it was clear as the moonlight now.

“Hideyoshi…” He could almost hear her sweet voice echoing in his thoughts…

“HIDEYOSHI!”

That was definitely not an echo.

He whipped his body around with such force that he nearly stumbled over, earning a stifled laugh from the woman he so desperately longed to see. She stood some paces away from him, a single figure perched firmly on the now dark and deserted road. A small rumble erupted within his body, a rumble that announced his growing need.

“Hideyoshi… I— I’m sorry about everything. I would have explained, but if I did then there was a chance that my plan would be discovered…”

She rushed to explain, her words flowing his way like rivers. He began to stride toward her, taking rapid, large steps as his looming figure quickly approached her smaller form.

“I know you might hate me after this, but please— know that I never wanted to hurt you, any of you. Never in a thousand years could I bring myself to betray the man I lov—”

Feverish lips found their way to one another, sealing the last of her words within a passionate kiss. As if on instinct, arms quickly snaked around the other’s form like they have so many times before, deepening the kiss with a powerful embrace. No more words were exchanged, but they both shared the knowledge that all was forgiven. With her safe in his arms, memories flooded his mind once more, as they did on that day. But this time, they slowly patched up all the wounds they once caused, melting the last bit of snow and welcoming back her eternal spring.

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[melaninkpopimagines]

Affairs

Part: 1!| 2!| 3!| 4! | 5!

masterlist 

Author: Admin Jazzi

Word count: 2k

Warning: Smut

You grabbed the lamp you saw on the table. "Nigga you what??" you scream, "Dont come any closer!" You threw the lamp aiming for his head. As he dodged it you ran past him. you made it to the door before he grabbed you. He pinned you against the wall. "Baby listen to me. " he yelled. You pushed at his hard chest. He did not budge. "Let me go are you crazy??" you screamed at him. But he didn't let you move. "Baby let me explain this shit to you! calm down." he pinned your hands above your head, showing how easily he he could over power you. You breathed heavily, your heart pounding out of your chest. "How can you say some shit like this and expect me to listen to this!! you sound insane!"

"You see all that shit in there? it's exactly what i said! but I didn't do it."

You looked at him disgusted. "Then how did i get here?? how is my husband dead?!" you asked. "You killed him." he said blankly. You tried breaking free again. "Let me go then! ill turn myself in your plan went right!" you screamed. "This wasn't my plan!" he said. You looked at him. "The people i was working for came up with this plan. i just had to execute it." he said. "Did you know you'd be doing this when you approached me." you said. you felt the tears dampening your cheeks. He didn't look into your eyes and he nodded. "I was supposed to drug you and do it that night." he said. you scoffed. "I'm supposed to be sympathetic because you decided to fuck me a while longer?" you asked. He finally made eye contact. "After that night i decided not to do that to you. i told them i didn't want the job." he said, "Baby these people did this? please let me protect you."

"Let me go." You calmed yourself, and turned your head. He let go of both your wrists. You walked pass him and to the bedroom, locking the door behind you.

You didn't know what to believe. but you did know you would have never murdered Randy. So Erik must have told the truth. all the memories of stabbing him had to be from the drugs. more than your own fate you were scared of the man outside the door. The man who could have easily have killed you; because he's obviously done it before. you curled up in a ball. For the first time you were petrified of Erik. For the first time you did not trust.

After a few hours you heard keys unlocking the door. you sat up in the bed and crawled away from the door. Erik walked in, tossing a fast food bag on the bed. "You may not trust me; but my survival depends on yours too. they want us both gone now." he said.

"They drugged me right?" you asked. Erik gave you a simple nod. "So did i kill him or do i just think i did." He sat down on the bed across from you. "They staged it so perfectly to make you think you killed him. all those images you see of yourself killing him are false." he said, "Now eat and sleep. we gotta get up early." He started getting up. "Erik," you called out, "D-Dont go."

Even though you were still a bit afraid to be near him, your heart also wanted him close.

Erim crawled towards you on the bed. He rested his head on your thigh, wrapping his arms around to hug it. "You don't have to be afraid of me boo. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm gonna protect you." He stated, mumbling most of his words. you listened to him carefully. He sounded sincere but then again he always did. You did not respond, you couldn't lie to him and say you believed a word coming out of his mouth. you weren't as good of a liar as he was. Instead you took a look at the burger he got you. it was your exact order every time you visited that place. Your nearly stopped breathing for a moment. "You remembered my order?" you stated blankly. Erik didn't respond. "I stopped going to this place a year before my wedding." you broke the silence. Erik turned to face you. "You want to know how long I've followed you?" he asked you. You turned your face. He was so close, you couldn't breathe. "How long?" you asked. "Three years." he said. "Did you plan to sleep with me all long?" You asked. You felt his hand on your thigh. "Yeah." he said blankly. You scoffed, facing him. He was so close your lips nearly touched. "You ain't shit." you said, finally looking into his deep brown eyes. A smirk stretched across his face. "Would you think i still wasn't shit if I said I fell in love with you that day?" he asked. "I would call you a liar." You said. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You felt his hand on your thigh. "Do you think i'm lying?"He asked you. "You lied to me all this time why should i believe you?" You asked. He gave your thigh a squeeze. You caught a moan in your throat before it could fully release. He smirked again. "I told you i was supposed to kill him that night." he said, "After spending one night with him i wanted to kill him Just for the way he treated you." he said. "Did you?" you asked. "I almost did it. i could have done it. But before i could they went through with the previous plan." he said.

Your face softened as you stared into his eyes. "Do you feel the same?" he asked, anlyzing your reaction. He noted how you tensed up. "Dont say nun." he said. He sounded disappointed. His lips pressed against yours. "Just trust me. That's good enough for me Ma." he spoke against your lips. He spread your legs, pulling you down so your hips met his. "Can you trust me?" he asked. He kissed your neck, His beard rubbing against your soft skin. You gripped his shirt, cursing your body that reacted to him. He ground his clothed erection against you. "Answer me baby." He nibbled on your neck, certainly leaving hickeys.

His body fit perfectly with yours. His hands Explored your body so carefully. "Ill trust you" you spoke words that neither of you believed. You both knew you didn't trust him; but for some reason it felt like a release for both of you. At the same time it gave you both what you wanted. You felt him sliding your panties and shorts down. "Beg for this dick. i know you want it." he said as slipped his fingers deep inside of your core. You felt butterflies in your stomach. You didn't want to beg this man for anything; but you wanted him enough to. "Fuck me daddy. I know you want it." you grabbed his dreads, whispering seductively, "Show me you still own this pussy." you said in practically a moan.

He growled, gripping your ass. "I'm gonna fuck you so fucking good baby you want that?" he asked you. You smirked. "Take this daddy." You pushed his shorts and boxers off. He growled into your ear. before he could make a move you rolled him over, pinning him down. He looked at you in shock. You ground against him, an unexpected moan escaping his lips. You moaned as you slid down his cock. You shut your eyes throwing your head back. it took you a moment to regain your composure; but once he was completely inside you, you opened your eyes to look at him. "You gonna train me. ill take care or myself that way." you said. If he let you down you wanted to be able to survive. "Ride my dick, then we can talk."

You started moving your hips up and down, grinding as you rode him. He placed his hands on your hips, gripping them firmly as he controlled the pace. You moaned his name. He was so deep inside you, pressing rapidly against your g-spot. It was a stimulating pain, adrenaline coursed through your veins. This felt more dangerous. Perhaps because at the worst moment in your life you felt so good, so powerful.

"I'm cumming." You announced as you through your head back. You feel yourself being flipped over. Erik put you on your hands and knees. He landed a smack on your ass. You screamed, feeling your juices running down your thighs. He grabbed your hair pulling your head back. He slammed himself inside of you. "You asking me or telling me?" he thrusted, slapping your ass. You moaned out feeling your were tipping over the age. "Daddy please? can i cum?" you asked. You could barely hold for an answer, yet alone stand it when he said no. You whined and gripped sheets. You tried your best to hold it in; but you felt your control slipping away. You let out frantic plees to cum. "Hold it baby I'm close." He instructed. You whined and shook your head, warning that you couldn't hold back. "Cum for me princess." he said gripping your ass. Your head fell as you moaned into the pillow. Your eyes formed tears. You legs shook as your orgasm took you over. You came all over his cock.

He thrusted rapidly, pinning your arms down, as he pounded into you. You screamed, your face pressed into the pillow. Over-stimulating you with ever thrust. You pushed at his body. You were begging. You didn't know for what; but you couldn't stop calling his name. "Nah baby dont run, let daddy get this nut." he encouraged you, turning you onto your back, and diving back into you. You wrapped your arms and legs around the large man. His thrusts were relentless. His upper body grinding on your clit. Your clenching around him made him moan. "You want my nut in ya mouth baby girl?" he gripped your thighs, pulling your body into his thrusts. "Yes daddy please!" you screamed as another orgasm washed over your sensitive body. He pulled away from you, moving up your body and pumping his hand up and down his dick. He moaned as he watch as you weakly opened your mouth, and closed your eyes. He aimed for your mouth, letting his cum squirt into your mouth. He pushed his cock into your throat, making sure you swallowed every last drop.

"Get off me nigga." you said weakly. Erik smirked and moved off you. He laid down beside you. "Be ready in the morning. we not leaving here until i think you're ready." he said. "You gonna teach me how to fight?" you asked. He scoffed. "Nuh uh. I'm gonna teach you to really kill." He stood up

The next morning, Erik snatched you out of bed. literally. He grabbed your foot and through you on the ground. He was fully dressed, a black t-shirt, combat boots and camo pants. "You let me sneak up on you." He said as he delivered a punch your barely dodge. "Erik I'm naked!" You scream and try to kick him. Erik pins your leg against your body. "Then you should be better prepared ma. You let anyone sneak up on you they can kill you, no matter well you fight." he explained. That was lesson one: Always be prepared.

And he meant always. in the shower, watching tv, taking a nap, and once when you were making dinner. You chopped vegetables, still paying attention to your surroundings. You heard his foot steps. He taught you to listen for breathing. The whole day had been training. It was hard but you already made progress. Before he could grab you slipped under him and hit him in the abdomen with the butt of the knife. "Can i eat nigga damn!" you yelled. a sly smile creeped on his face. "I was just seeing if you remembered all the shit i taught you today." he said grabbing your waist. You let him kiss your neck and sit you up on the table. "You're such a good learner. should i reward you?"

1 year later

You moved through the club confidently. everyone moved out of your way. You strutted to the vip section, where armed guards let you pass, just because you were a pretty woman. You were wearing a short skirt and a sparkling top that matched, gold and diamond jewelry . you were catching eyes.

The room was like a world of its own. You eyes were drawn to a man surrounded by women. White, with a hair full of dark hair. He kind of looked like Brad Pitt. You caught his attention. his eyes met yours and you seductively kept him captivated. You walked towards him. He spreads his legs offering his lap as a seat. You take the invitation, dropping your ass on his lap with an added grind. He smirked. "What's your name?" he spoke with British accent. You leaned into his ear. Your lips pressed against his ear, you spoke in a whisper. "I will be your murderer if you Don't tell me what i want to hear." You say, in an instance you pulled a knife you tapped to the bottom of your heel. You held it to his head. Erik stormed in with 3 other men, holding machine guns. You ran the knife along his jaw line. "Mr. Jones. We have a lot to talk about." You said in a flirty tone. You signaled for Erik to let the other girls go. "What do i need to talk about with you, whore." you chuckled. "You see how easily I got to you?" you asked, "Did you think about that when you started selling what your crew stole from me?"

He looked at you panicked. "Can you say my name now?" you let the knife slide down his chest, pushing the tip of the knife into his crotch. You chuckled hearing erik clearing his throat from across the room. "I think my boyfriend is jealous." You teased.

"We can work this out." he pleaded. You smiled. "I'm glad you've decided to do business." you said in a delighted tone. "You're giving me double the profit you made from my inventory, and 30 percent of the profit you make from now on." you laid out your demand he quickly agreed. You stood up. "See Erik i didn't need to kill him." As you started to walk off men burssed in shooting. You threw the knife and one of their heads, not missing by a long shot, killing him instantly.

You saw as Jones grabbing his gun off the table. You kicked it out of his hand and caught it in the air. You emptied the clip into Jones and the remainder of his men. "I spoke to soon." You looked at Erik. He grabbed you and rushed you out of the club, Sending in the other men to clean up. None of the regular club go-ers suspected a thing. You drove to the hotel in silence he didn't say anything. He snuck you into the back and to your room. in the bathroom he cleaned off the blood. "You good, y/n?" He asked you. You gave him a nod, putting your face in your hands.

You had been arms dealing. Thanks you Erik, you had connections that made you an unstoppable force in a year. Like lightening. All to make yourself untouchable. Millions of people worked for you. Police, judges, and even Governors. But this was the first kills bye your own hands.

You took a deep breath and looked up at Erik. You grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he picked you up.

As you laid there, wrapped in Erik's arms you traced the raised scars. There were three knocks on the door. "Are you ready?" Erik asked you. You sat up moved over to the table. There was a knife and ash sat upon it. Erik grabbed the knife and tilted your head upwards. He took the knife and carved into your face, just below your eye. Your jaw clenched you didn't want to scream. He packed the wound with ash and did the same 2 more times. He bandaged it well and placed a kiss on your lips.

Three days later

You tucked your black tee into the camo pants you were wearing. Over it you strapped on a bullet proof vest.  You looked in the mirror, pulling the bandage off your face. Three tear drops were carved into your face. "You ready Ma?" Erik came behind you, tightening the straps on your vest. You grabbed your guns and put them in place. "If i don't do this they'll never pay right?" you asked. Erik nodded, keeping eye contact with you through the mirror. "Let's finish this."You said.

A/N: Thank yall for reading! Only one part to go! ALSO i tagged anyone i noticed read the first three parts and people who asked me to tag them! I hope you enjoy!"

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I Latte You Very Much

Wanna One’s Hwang Minhyun X Reader

Word count: 1761

• talented af barista! Minhyun like srsly he can do anything • your friend [ created character, Sujin ] suggested this new cafe • you now spend most of your time there…wonder why ;)

awwwww this one was adoraBLe I LOVED IT I HOPE YOU DO TOO ANON THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING. I’m sorry I only got it out like 3 weeks later :( i hate disappointing you guys still, thanks for showering us with love. We love you guys 💓

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PS: to be edited [ 8/8/2017 ] 

edited 11/8/2017 __________

The pen that was once in your hands landed with a soft thud on your workbook, uncapped. You had tossed it down with an irritated growl, upset about a certain mathematics equation that seemed simple enough to solve yet it had twisted you in circles for the past 10 minutes. It was driving you mad.

Just as you were about to give up studying as a whole, your best friend, Sujin seemed to sense your mood was off and called you.

“Hey!” She greeted enthusiastically before you had even said a word. “Remember that new… well two month old cafe everyone at school was talking about? The one with the insanely good coffee and really good looking baristas? I’m having trouble with homework too, want to meet there? Its like a 2 minute walk from your house anyways.”

“Uh, sure. Okay. Dress cute.” You mumbled, almost too tired for words but the prospect of good coffee AND cute boys made your feet move a little faster.

“Okay! See you then.”

Beep.

Your homework glared at you, the mountains of papers seemed to grow by the second. You had to finish them, this was a good chance. You were killing three… or four birds with one stone.

…

It was rather late when you arrived at the coffee shop but lucky for you, it was those kinds that stayed open until 2am. The lighting was rather dim and ambient around the seating area but you were almost blinded by the spotlights at the front of the shop.

However, if it weren’t for those lights, you wouldn’t have noticed the incredibly handsome barista who was currently taking an order.

His smile seemed to illuminate the room, his hair looked fluffy and softer than swan feathers. The man’s eyes twinkled as he beamed brightly.

You were stunned by his beauty to say the least.

So as to not seem like a freak, you forced your legs to move, to unroot from your spot in the middle of the entire shop to where Sujin sat, her table nearly hidden by books. The cafe was pretty crowded, she was lucky to be able to clinch a booth. You had a feeling the both of you were going to be here until closing time. College was hard work.

Sujin smirked as you approached, settling your things down beside her. She reached over and grabbed your forearm as you moved to take your wallet. “So, you think he’s cute?”

You furrowed your brow, faking confusion but she had been your friend for the longest time and saw right through your facade.

“Well, I don’t know much about him but his name is Minhyun. He’s in the music course with Sungwoon, he works here almost every day and yes, he is single.” She winked, taking a sip of her iced vanilla latte. It seemed to satisfy her tastebuds, that made you look forward to getting one too.

You blinked once, staring blankly at her. “I didn’t need that information though…What are you-”

“I saw the way you looked at him. Your heart jumped. Did it not?” Sujin smiled smugly. “Did it not? Hmm?”

A blush filled your cheeks as you bonked your wallet gently on her head, chuckling while trying to remain a calm composure. Now that you pondered about it, you had seem his handsome face sometimes in between classes. He must know Ha Sungwoon and Ong Seongwoo, two of your other friends in the music course.

Perhaps I could ask Sungwoon about him….

Shaking your head, you banished all the odd thoughts from your mind and walked forward into the queue. Sujin tapped away on her phone and you hoped she wasn’t texting Sungwoon or Seongwoo about Minhyun. If she did…you weren’t sure what would happen to her after you were done with her.

Sujin owes me a coffee. Ugh…should I get a strawberry cappuccino or a regular latte with requested foam art?

The customer in front of you ordered a iced matcha latte so you figured those must be pretty good.

“And… your name is?”

Oh my god, it was a place where they asked for your name. Sometimes I really hate this concept.

“Oh come on hyung, we live next door to each other,” the youth in front of you whined.

Minhyun laughed, scribbling down the boy’s name. “Okay, one iced green tea latte for Lee Daewhi. Hi, what can I get for you today?” He smiled at you.

You felt your steps falter as you approached the counter, it was suffocating to be in the presence of Minhyun’s beauty. On top of that, he seemed to have a nice and friendly personality.

“Uh…uh, um. What do you recommend?” You blurted out after a series of incoherent stuttering, your cheeks flushed red right after realisation hit you like a truck. “Sorry, that was so dumb of me.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” Minhyun reassured, he put his pen to his lips, deep in thought. “If you like tea I really recommend The Sunset which is pomegranate, mango and peach tea combined. Hmm…what Daewhi ordered is a personal favourite, especially with azuki beans and chocolate sauce. Uhh, my friends seem to like the macchiatos but Bae Jinyoung is in charge of making those today and I would advise against trusting him.” ( rmb when everyone felt played bc Baejin tricked all of them hehe ) Minhyun drummed his hands on the counter, lips pursing as he thought hard. “What about a secret menu drink?”

That caught your attention, you looked at him with wide eyes. “Really? You’d do that?”

Minhyun nodded. “Yeah, of course. I can hone my barista skills. Give me a minute or two. Jisung hyung!” Another man came running from the kitchen, drying his hands on his apron and taking over Minhyun’s job at the cashier. He winked at Minhyun suggestively causing the him to roll his eyes and shake his head.

“Thank you!” You called cheerfully as you watched Minhyun gather several ingredients, he smiled but didn’t take his focus off his task. The sweet gesture made you blush and your heart fluttered madly in your chest. It was such a random yet genuine offer. Your face didn’t cool down even after you returned to your seat despite how dim the lighting around there was. Sujin resorted to fanning your face lightly with a stack of worksheets as she giggled.

“Oh my god…oh my god……Y/N finally has a crush!”

…

You pressed your lips together, the sweet taste of the secret drink Minhyun had created still lingered on your tongue. You remembered how he had came up to your booth and asked for your name, bashfully, ears tinging pink before retreating back to the safety of his bar and hastily scribbling your name on a plastic cup. Sujin had found it adorable, she teased you all night long and it was hard to tolerate but at least you got through majority of your papers. Last night felt like a good dream but the washed plastic cup that sat on your nightstand with your name on it kept you in check.

It was around closing time when Sujin decided enough was enough and packed up despite your protests, she dragged you out of there insisting you had worked hard enough. Minhyun was nowhere to be seen and you sighed in disappointment but acknowledged the fact that he too needed his rest.

Buzz. Buzz.

9.23 am

Sujin: guess what ;) You: what Sujin: sungwoon says minhyun’s single but looking ard ;) You: k so? Sujin: damnit girl take ur chance Sujin: i think you two wld make a good couple You: thanks but no thanks

10 am Sujin: want to go out today? movies? You: wish i cld :((( but i need to finish my work Sujin: aww okie :( gd luck bby

Truthfully, you were going to spend the day at the coffee shop your cute barista worked at, studying of course.

…

“Hey! Uh, uh… Y/N! Secret drink girl, hello,” Minhyun greeted cheerfully when he spotted you entering the shop. “So? Are you up for another off menu surprise?”

You giggled, blushing as you hung your tote bag on your chair. There weren’t many people today, good.

“Surprise me,” you said, winking and surprising yourself at your boldness.

Minhyun seemed… shocked yet undaunted, he appeared to like you posing challenges. “Okay, no problem. Miss Y/N.” He smirked, turning away to form a new creation.

You too, spun away to face your books. The constant whirring and mixing of different machines kept you from concentrating, the sounds only added to the excitement and anticipation. You heard the telltale steps on Minhyun and pretended to be deep in thought when he placed the mug on your table with great precision. Your gaze met his.

“Hey, I hope you like it. By the way….we have never met formally, so, hello. I’m Hwang Minhyun. I think I’ve seen you hanging out with Ha Sungwoon?” He bowed slightly out of respect which you returned.

“Yes! Sungwoon and Seongwoo are my friends so I suppose you have seen me before. Thank you, my name is Y/N,” you replied albeit it was a lame one, you were glad you hadn’t tripped over your words. Your eyes widened when Minhyun slid into the seat across from you.

“It’s off peak right now and I think I should give Baejin a bit of experience. Let’s talk, you seem like a nice person,” he suggested, looking hopeful. “Wait, try the drink first.”

You took a sip, leaving a minor lipstick mark on the side of the mason jar mug. It was very satisfying to your tastebuds, the drink fulfilled every craving you had ever had for sugar. “Mhmm. It’s so good! I love it! Did you come up with it yourself?”

Minhyun shrugged modestly. “I mean, I was just experimenting with some of my roommates and they insisted it was delicious but I only offer it to special people.”

“You have to teach me something! This is like a need now!”

“Maybe,” he told you, batting an eye. “We’ll have to see. How about you give me a call one of these days.” Minhyun slid a small folded up piece of paper across the table, grinned and left without another word.

Your jaw dropped, speechless. Everything he did only deepened your crush on him. The butterflies in your stomach and happiness coursing through your veins weren’t from the boost of caffeine.

Perhaps it was more than that.

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Casino (Exo Chanyeol Smut)

Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Smut- rough (read with caution, 16+ content)

A/N: I guess this was influenced by ‘Lotto’? Idk. Enjoy

He had to be the best gambler you had ever seen. He never took his eyes off of the cards and fellow players, and he didn’t lose once. You had been working at the casino for two years and he had only started gambling five months ago. With how good he was, people thought he had been doing it his whole life. To add on to his skill, he was handsome. Breathtakingly handsome. Surprisingly he had never taken any of the girls into a hidden room or home, especially considering how many were head-over-heels for him.

Your job was to serve guests drinks- typically martinis. You had only served him three times in the dozens of times he had been there, because all of the other waitresses had gotten frustrated. They had independently decided that since he didn’t show interest in fucking them, he wasn’t allowed to have any drinks.

Seeing that he had barely even a sip left of his drink, you stood up from your seat and tugged your pencil skirt down. You picked up your tray of martinis and walked over to him, swaying your hips slightly to match the vibe of the casino.

Practically as soon as you reached the table, his opponents angrily threw down their cards and stood up, a few of them pulling their jackets over their shoulders. The red-headed man chuckled to himself in victory. You smiled to yourself and set a martini next to his near-empty glass, setting that one on your tray. “You know, you’re creating a lot of enemies whenever you’re here.”

“I’m only here once a week, so that’s not too many enemies.” He winked at you and raised the glass to his lips, taking a gulp of it. The gulp he had taken was so large to where the glass was practically empty, so you replaced it with a full one. “Usually I have waitresses rushing to serve me. Where are they?”

Your cheeks flushed, embarrassed that you weren’t good enough to serve him alone. “Am I not pretty or sexy enough?”

“No, you’re more than enough.” His eyes scanned your body and he smirked before continuing, “I’m just curious.”

Now you were blushing from his flirting. “Well, if you must know,-” you propped your free hand on your hip for some added sass, ”- they’re all offended that you weren’t trying to sleep with them.”

He laughed. That noise was so charming and made your heart swell with joy. Of course he was probably laughing at how ridiculous they were being, but you tried to bring yourself confidence by thinking he thought you were funny or charming. “Do you want to make them jealous?”

Your eyes widened, nervous at what he was insinuating. “I don’t know... Their blood is probably boiling about the fact that we’re speaking to each other.”

As if on queue, one of the waitresses walked over and said, completely ignoring your existence, “Hello, sir. May I offer you a drink?” She was smiling but it looked oddly restrained, giving away that her kindness was fake and leaving you thinking that she would slap you if she could.

Before the man could respond, you quickly said, “You know what? I’ll take your offer.”

He excitedly stood up from his seat, grabbed your wrist, and started walking you to a private room. When you passed by the girl, you purposely bumped her shoulder and she growled in anger. You snickered to yourself before the nervousness of what’s about to happen sank in. You had never slept with a stranger before and now you were going to do it in your workplace in a room that was meant for people to play privately with a group of friends.

As soon as you were inside the room, he locked the door and it seemed to become a battle for dominance. You were shoving each other and taking turns biting each other’s lips. In a desperate attempt to win, you tugged on a lock of his hair and he chuckled huskily. He pulled away, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth. “You’re a feisty little thing. I like it.” He shoved you onto the table, signifying your defeat.

He pushed your legs apart and dragged your lower half to where it was barely off the edge of the table. He hooked his index finger in your embarrassingly plain underwear and tugged it down and onto the floor. His head disappeared between your legs and he flattened his tongue against your cunt, licking a long strip along it. His tongue dipped between your lips and flicked at your clit. You gasped a moan and grabbed onto his hair, tugging at the delicate locks.

He groaned against you, sending vibrations against your clit. The tip of his tongue played with the deliciously sensitive nub and one of his fingers danced at your core. “Please don’t tease me!” Your nails scraped against his scalp and his teeth nipped at your clit, nearly causing you to scream, and your back arched in shock. “Oh, you are such an asshole!”

He chuckled, which was such an unbelievably sexy sound at the moment. His finger slid in easily with how wet you were and it curled upwards, easily finding that one pleasure spot that drove every female insane. “Right there,” you gasped out and your legs wrapped around his neck. His finger glided in and out of you at a rapid pace, continuously hitting your sweet spot. He added a second finger and began sucking your clit. You were dangerously close to your release when he pulled away, leaving you with an empty, and licked up your juices.

He stood up, cleared his throat, and straightened out his clothes. “It was nice meeting you. I had fun.” He winked and turned towards the door. You jumped up and tripped him onto the floor. You straddled his thighs and he chuckled to himself. “Damn, I love how feisty you are.” He rested his hands on your waist and bucked his hips against your pelvis, poking your core with his hardened member. “I have one rule.” One of his hands ran up your side and cupped one of your breasts, and you grinded against him.

“And what’s that?”

“Before you cum, you have to scream my name: Chanyeol.” His hand sneaked beneath your shirt and bra, and squeezed your breast.

You leaned down next to his ear and nipped at his earlobe. “I’ll be sure to cum before you, then.” You unzipped his pants and pulled his member out. Seeing how hard he was made the already present heat between your legs intensify. He grabbed your hips and helped ease you down. He filled you up so well that it felt like you were on ecstasy. He helped to glide you up and down until you got into the rhythm of it.

When you got into the rhythm and Chanyeol wasn’t trying to control you anymore, you moved at a faster pace. You took in as much as you could until he hit that right spot again. Seeing the pleasure written across your face, he firmly gripped onto your waist and started thrusting into you at a rough and fast pace, completely assaulting your g-spot. You nearly screamed from pleasure, and threw your head back and struggled to keep up with his pace.

He let out a growl and flipped you over so that he was on top. He continued pounding into you as he tore up your shirt and bra and began sucking on your nipple. He rubbed your clit in quick, rash circles and you felt yourself reaching your climax.

Before you could warn him, you came. You screamed his name and clawed at the back of his shirt. He pulled out when he was nearing his own climax, and you grabbed his cock and started jerking him off. Within a few pumps, he released onto your exposed stomach. “Oh fuck...,” he muttered and leaned his head back as you both caught your breath.

He started searching the small room for something you could clean yourselves up with and came across a hand towel used for wiping condensation off the tables. He wiped your stomach and hands, and wiped his cock of your juices. You stood up, pulled your underwear back on, and pulled your bra and shirt back down- discovering that your shirt was a little stretched. “Chanyeol!” He looked at you in confusion and you pointed at the loose fabric.

“Oops.” He laughed and blindly tried fixing his hair that you had fucked up. “You were certainly fun to fuck. Other women I’ve slept with were submissive, but you certainly put up a fight.”

“I haven’t come across a guy that would fight a woman trying to be dominant. I guess you’re not a little bitch.”

He smirked. “Are you always this feisty?”

You grinned. “Not all of the time, but most of the time.”

“Then we should certainly keep in touch.”

“Oh? You’re not going to discard me?”

He leaned against the table and raised an eyebrow. “If I find someone I enjoy, I’m going to keep them.”

“So am I your pet now?”

He chuckled and shook his head, getting off of the table and pulling something out of his wallet. He walked over to you and kissed you. His lips were soft and plush, and tasted like martinis and cherries. “Call me when you get lonely and need some fun... or a date.” He handed you a card with his number on it and headed towards the door. He unlocked it and started walking out.

You chased after him and asked, “What does this mean? What are we?”

“Whatever you want us to be, babe.”

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Send a Ranger! Pt. 2 of ?

Caleb’s first day of work went rather well, in the overwhelming way that first days always tend to be. The hangover didn’t help either, but that part was worth every painful throb to the temple. The evening with Ben wound up being more fun than he had in a long time. Besides, as much as they sucked, Caleb was a bit of an old pro at handling them. He filled out the paperwork with only minor difficulty, and sent an amused text to Ben as soon as he was out of the administration office- “They said they reduced the amount of paper to help save the trees or some shite, but I swear my packet was like 50 pages long. If this is saving the trees, I’m amazed we have any of those left.”

With paperwork complete, he made his way back to what would be his own offices and sat down with the supervisors to set a fixed schedule for his first week. Training at all the duty stations was the main point on the agenda, but he’d also have to order uniforms, get some lessons on the park and interpretation itself, and take the computer ethics course. He texted Ben a complaint about that, and Ben sent an evil looking emoji right back. Bastard.

Of course, none of this was really new to him. He had been a ranger out west for three seasons, working in the woods and trying his damnedest to make sure no one got eaten by a bear. Or a hot spring. Turns out those were becoming an increasingly common problem. You wouldn’t think “eaten by a hot spring” would be a concern on a fun-filled family vacation, but if anyone bothered to read the signs posted literally everywhere, that fate could easily be avoided. At least, that was the thought Caleb had on a near daily basis while he was working out there.

People and signs. Do they view signs as the enemy, to be defied at all costs? Or do signs just turn invisible as soon as someone enters vacation mode? There was valid hypothesis in there, somewhere, and Caleb wanted to test the theory out the next time he went on a trip.

In either case, Ben would get an earful of that rant soon enough, Caleb decided. He liked ranting, and Ben seemed like a perfectly wonderful person to rant to. Something in him just screamed “I am a calm person”. Or… something in him talked quietly. Screaming seemed rather counter-intuitive, come to think of it.

It was decided, after lunch, that the best way to close out the day was to observe one of the rangers doing a rove down on the beach. Caleb was thrilled at the chance to actually be outside, and hurried out to meet the ranger in question. He saw him a few yards down, talking to a group of young boys. It was only when he got closer that he saw one of those six-pack plastic rings in the ranger’s hands and heard what was being said.

“Now, let me put it to you this way… how would you like it if I walked into your home and just started making a mess? Throwing your clothes everywhere, spilling drinks, hiding your xbox controllers, turning off your wi-fi?”

The ranger’s voice was slow and quiet, but with enough of a bite to it that the kids around him looked rather guilty. “I wouldn’t like it,” one of them replied meekly, not meeting his gaze.

The ranger glanced up at Caleb, giving him the faintest smirk, then turned to face the kids once again. “I figured as much. Well, this beach is the home to hundreds of different animals. Do you think they like you messing up their home?”

A dejected chorus of “no’s” rang out, and the ranger nodded gravely.

“Exactly. Now I know you didn’t mean any harm, but these rings are dangerous and should not be thrown around. Birds and fish get caught in them, and most aren’t lucky enough to be rescued. I know the rules sound lame, but we have them for a reason, alright?”

The kids nodded, shuffling their feet awkwardly, waiting for the lecture to be over. The ranger sighed, knowing there wasn’t much else to be said, and sent them on their way. Rolling his eyes, he turned to give Caleb his full attention at last.

“Do you need a knife to cut those rings, man?” Caleb asked.

The man looked him over, studying him carefully. “It would be much appreciated, yes.” He handed the plastic over, and Caleb went to work cutting the loops with his pocket knife. The ranger crossed his arms, not saying anything else.

Caleb didn’t see anything rude in it, as he figured the man was just shy. Shrugging, he continued, “That was a fun lecture I overheard! I think you scared the shit out of them. Or at least guilted them into submission.”

“Thanks. I’m not too bad dealing with children. They generally don’t want to do wrong. They’re inherently sweet, until they start screaming over whatever it is they scream over. It’s the teenagers I have the problems with. I have no idea how to handle those. Not even when I was one.”

Caleb laughed, closing his knife and glancing around for a recycling bin. “I’m actually not too bad with teenagers. You just have to be really sarcastic and morbid around them, and they seem to appreciate it.”

“I’ll try to keep that in mind,” the ranger replied, still a little coolly, but clearly trying to appear relaxed. “If I’m being honest, I’m not too great with adults either.”

“Ah, if ever there was a job to help with that, it’s this one, I think,” he continued, happy to see the man at least trying to continue the conversation. “I’m Caleb, by the way. I’m the new seasonal. I think I saw you this morning, but they shuffled me right to admin.”

With that, the man’s demeanor began to shift entirely, and he smiled genuinely for the first time.

“I’m Rob. You just moved into park housing yesterday, yes?”

“I did! The only people I saw was Ben and Anna, though.”

“Ah, yes, I was out last night, got back late. Heard some talking, but thought better than to disturb it. Besides, I was tired… so you’re Ben’s new roommate, then?”

“Indeed I am!”

Rob paused, clearly pondering something. “You’re our newest house mate. We should hold a council of war tonight and get you acquainted with everyone.”

“Council of war? That sounds a bit extreme, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, hardly. Anna, our den mother, will welcome you to the fold in her most charming way over a group dinner. We’ll probably order pizza or something. Get some fake candles lit to pretend to be classy. You’ll meet the whole gang, get the house rules, and then the war aspect will probably begin.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s always some drama, it’s just a matter of what day of the week it is. If I have to place a bet, though, this early in the season it’s probably going to be Abe and Anna finding something hopelessly stupid to bicker about. My only consolation is I don’t work with them at their park. Their drama must drive the rest of the staff insane. I don’t know how Ben does it.”

“What exactly do they bicker over?”

“Everything, really. I think they both enjoy it, too. Separately, they’re perfectly fine and even fun, but together? It’s clearly not a situation that can last.”

“The living situation?”

“The fucking.”

“Wait… what?”

“They’re… together. Usually. I think they broke up right before last season ended, but got back together when he came back last month? Or maybe they got together over Christmas break. It’s hard to say, with them. In any case, it’s an important lesson learned. Never date a co-worker, Caleb. Abandon all hope ye who enter there,” he sighed, shaking his head.

Caleb nodded, letting out an amused whistle. Where Rob clearly saw misery, Caleb saw an endless source of entertainment. It was only day one, and this was already looking like the start of the most amusing summer of his life. Especially since, Caleb noticed almost immediately, Rob seemed a bit too invested in Abe and Anna's relationship in the first place.

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Congratulations! You just completed and passed the instructional driving courses and earned your Commercial Driver's License (CDL). {So now that you are licensed to drive a truck, what is your next step?  Now that you are licensed to drive a truck, what is your next step. 

This is where most start thinking, whether they should find a job driving for someone else or becoming an owner operator and creating their own trucking company or trucking business.  Either way there's a smart way of getting things done.

First, let's consider getting you a job.  You have to think of what type of trucking business is it you're going into, such as dump truck, flatbed truck, tow truck, or long hall trucking to name a few.  Once, you've made that decision, you need to look for the job.

There are many avenues in which to pursue trucking jobs. Often, trucking companies in your area that are seeking qualified licensed truck drivers will advertise open positions. Billboards are becoming more popular, with trucking companies sometimes purchasing billboard space if they are in a big hiring push. The truck driving school where you trained and earned your CDL is another avenue to pursue in your quest for trucking jobs. The internet is also a major source for trucking jobs. Look them up and see if they have trucking jobs on their website. Now, let's say you decide to become an over the road truck driver, so that you can get the experience, because you're planning on one day starting your own small trucking business.  Besides, you understand that being an owner operator is where you make the real money.

The things you need to do before agreeing to drive for anyone is set up a C-Corporation and business bank account for yourself.  The purpose of this is so that your employer will hire your corporation instead of making you the employee.   This will allow you to business credit and your business bank rating so that you can easily get qualified for financing to buy your own big rig or Tesla's Beast All Electric truck.

After, you've gotten the experience as a over the road truck driver and now moving in to the position as a an owner operator, there are a few other thing you must do in order to be compliant in your trucking business.

You need to chose one of these two avenues of business you're going into:

Sub-contracted drivers: Under the first option, you run your business using sub-contractors as drivers. Although you, as the business owner, run the business and receive the contracts, your drivers are not actually employed by your company. This option cuts down on start-up costs, insurance costs, and required equipment. On the other side, this option gives you less control over your drivers and cuts into your profits.

Privately-owned drivers: Under the second option, you privately run your business and all operations. You use your own equipment, pay higher insurance prices, and hire a fleet of private drivers as employees. This option gives you total control over your business and its employees, and promises the most return on profits. On the downside, this option requires a great deal more start-up capital and operating costs. 

Comply with all trucking-specific business licenses, permits, and forms.

In addition to the general federal and state requirements, there are tax, license, and permit regulations that apply specifically to the trucking industry. Depending on the type of trucking business you plan to run, several important requirements may include:

Federal DOT Number and Motor Carrier Authority Number' Understand your requirements and apply for these certifications online at the Federal Motor Carrier Authorit's website.

Heavy Use Tax Form (2290)' Comply with tax regulations related to the heavy use of U.S roads with IRS Form 2290.

International Registration Plan (IRP) Tag' Understand your requirements and obtain IRP tags by visiting your stat's transportation website and their IRP portal.

International Fuel Tax Agreement (IFTA) Decal' Understand your requirements and obtain IFTA decals by visiting your state's transportation website.

BOC-3 Filing - Use a processing agent and the BOC-3 filing option to secure and maintain active operating status.

In addition to these operational requirements, if you chose to employ private drivers, they'll need to obtain special drivers permits or endorsements, such as a commercial driver's license, to legally operate your vehicles.

Once you're fully established yourself as an owner operator trucking company, you'll easily be able to expand the business.   Also, if you ready to start your trucking business, check out our website here.

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◆Out Of Character Information◆

Name/Age: Jan, 20 years old Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Timezone: GMT+1 Desired Character: Raziel

◆Character Information◆

(1)  What pronouns will your character be using? Would you like to list their sexuality at this time?: 

She/Her. As for her sexuality, no, I don’t want to list her sexuality for the time being; I don’t know where I want to go with this character yet.

(2)  Any changes or comments?

 Nothing!

(3) Why this character? 

To be honest, I wasn’t that interested in angels until I checked out Admin Raven’s FAQ page this morning. What she wrote about angels piqued my interest and I started to take a closer look at the species. Damn, I think I fell in love right away. They’re much more complex than one might think! Since Raziel is listed as a wanted character in game, I decided to read her biography and I don’t regret anything, she’s lovely.

(4) Interpret this character: Example quotes that give me Raziel muse: “Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing.”

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”

“People aren’t born sad; we make them that way.”

“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.”

“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is like an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.”

“Any fool can know. The point is to understand.”

“For me, I am driven by two main philosophies: know more today about the world than I knew yesterday and lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you.”

“Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can’t always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith.”

“Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.”

This character in a nutshell → Raziel is peace-loving, knowledgeable and just. Being an Archangel, thus an angel of the highest Order, they are a creature with incredible strenght and power. Not only do they carry God’s most important messages to humans, but also know of his most holy secrets. In other words: Being an angel, specifically an angel like Raziel, doesn’t only come with glory but also with tragedy and heavy burdens. There is a reason for the usually somber expression on their face, several reasons actually which render them more pitiful than gifted. Due to the fact that Raziel is able to foresee terrible events, but is actually not allowed nor able to change the course of things, they feel unbearable depression and sadness. They’re sentiments which are omnipresent and wear heavily on their mind like a heavy cloak soaked in water. In spite of this however, the angel never questions Him and has unyielding faith.

Heaven → Raziel feels still very connected with the realm and misses it. This aspect yet again proves how ambivalent their gift is. They knew of Lucifer’s plans, but couldn’t do anything to prevent his fall from grace. I imagine that many detest them for this and don’t know the gravity of Raziel’s burdens, which can be very frustrating.

Humans → I think that, because Raziel is not able to interfere and mess with time and space thus warding off potential evil, they are very driven to offer as much help and goodness as possible in the present. It explains their desire to see only the best in humanity and to offer mankind aid. As a therapist, Raziel can actively help those who are torn, confused and going through a hard time; they can contribute to a process of change. Knowing that the future might come with hardships, they feel obliged to bring joy to the people now, to show the humans that His creation isn’t flawed, to inspire that life is made out of much more than black and white shades. There is good as much as there is less than that — but always worth.

Life among humans → 800 years is a very long time. Enough time to know exactly how the human world works. If asked a question, it is very likely that Raziel knows the answer right away. Their love for knowledge is insane and not to be underestimated. I’d like to imagine that Raziel is familiar with many languages, cultures and respective traditions. They have an old soul which constantly seeks the new but also treasures the old. Their mind is a vast and overwhelming place. It is easy for Raziel to communicate with people of all ages and classes. They feel joy in sharing their knowledge, but I think that they also feel rather bored quite often because it is rare for others to be able to follow their thoughts and keep up with their rationale.

+ bonus: Considering that Heaven is structured via a hierachy, they don’t mind the concept of a monarchy, so as long as it is fair and just. Vinsor for example proved to be a cruel and unfitting ruler. Franco Athor however has done well to bring harmony to humans and opposing species. They hope that the new king will do a similarly good job, but do not blindly put their trust in this.

Non-human species → As an angel, they avoid everything tainted by sin and of demonic nature. As far as other species are concerned, Raziel isn’t able to provide as much knowledge as with humans, meaning that they show great interest in them. Although they have probably collected vague information about each existing species, they know not enough to feel satified and content.

I will quote directly from the main: “They (angels) are to keep a close eye on mankind and learn all they can about other Supernaturals.”

This allows a lot of room for interactions in game. Not only is she supposed to learn about other supernaturals, but they actually desire so themselves. Please send some werewolves our way (mostly because I ship Gaia and God, SUE ME).

Abilities → I LOVE that angels are able to heal. In Raziel’s case, this is a win-win; they are able to heal both mental and physical wounds, woohoo! I’m also very intrugued by the telepathy powers that some angels have. It would be so cool if Raziel was gifted with it, simply for the reason that they work as a therapist. With access to people’s mind/thoughts, it would make their job way easier and definitely more interesting.

Summing up possible positive traits → Benevolent, protective, wise, intelligent, curious, cooperative, dedicated, insightful.

Summing up possible negative traits → Secretive, cautious, somber. How can this baby be possibly negative in any way?

◆ Interview Questions ◆

(1) Question One: Have you ever encountered a mind you couldn’t understand?

“Two. Ever since I can remember, there have been only two minds that I couldn’t understand completely.” She smiles in a savvy manner. “None of them were human. Do you want to know who?” She made two gestures. She pointed with her forefinger upward first, then downward. “One is a father, the other a son. The latter rebelled, the other banished. The end of this story is history and written down in several books.”

(2) Question Two: Is there anything you wish you didn’t know?

Raziel stays quiet for a long time as they ponder the question. “There are many secrets who come with heavy burdens. It is certainly not easy to carry these burdens. They keep me awake sometimes at night, several nights.” They finally smile, although it is small and barely there. “But I would never ask anyone to take these burdens from me. I am glad that I know and I consider myself gifted. If it weren’t for my knowledge, my very existence wouldn’t be shaped as it is today. Most importantly however, if I wasn’t ready to embrace the knowledge that was given to me, somebody else would have taken my place. I don’t want that. I don’t want someone else to bear the consequences.”

◆Writing Sample:◆

Miervalids was one of Raziel’s favorite places to be. It was a large coastal city inhabited by friendly and welcoming people. It was very warm here, very pleasant. The landscape was like a vast canvas painted with white and blue dots; they all connected perfectly and together transcended into a masterpiece of peace and beauty. The angel closed their eyes and enjoyed the soft breeze, the one that could only be found at the beach. Miervaldis had several of them. The shore was a graceful arc of sand, glittering under the summer sun, a place for a placid ocean to lap. The waves rolled in with a soothing sound, the salty water a brief flurry of sand. Every few meters of so lay a shell, a treasure of the aquatic world just out of reach, and the footprints they left behind were soon erased. It was here, at this particular rock however, where they had met their current vessel, a scholar named Anshi.

“How were you able to climb up there?” “Who wants to know this?”

Raziel’s vessel was a man at that time, a young healer who travelled the world and sought to give his help wherever he could. “Raziel,” they said, sharing their real name.

“Anshi.”

They exchanged curious glances, but Raziel said no more and waited.

“That is an odd name, RAH-ZIEEEL. Never heard of it before.” Anshi shrugged her shoulders, then turned to look at the ocean again. “Despite my appearance, I’m actually still rather flexible. My mind is young too. It only took me three hours to get up here.”

Raziel threaded their fingers through their beard, an amused smirk on their lips. Spirited, that one.

“I like this rock a lot. Nobody knows when and how it got here. It appeared out of nowhere and ever since became part of this beach. And it’s so huge!” Anshi patted the rough surface, lovingly.

“Were you ever curious about the origins of the rock?”

“Of course I was. It appeared when I was still a child. I was very angry about it because I had built a sand castle the night before, exactly where the rock suddenly stood. My anger didn’t last long however. I spent months on trying to figure out why and how the rock came to be, but I never found an answer.” Anshi’s expression became somber. “At some point, I stopped to look for an answer. I grew up, I became an adult and moved away with my parents. I dedicated my life to learn about bigger mysteries. The human mind is a fascinating world to study.”

Raziel listened intently, fascinated by this old lady.

“And then… then I was married to a man I didn’t even love. I got kept busy with tasks like sewing, cooking and gardening.” She made an indignant sound. “Horrible, really. He was a dumb oaf.”

After two more hours, Raziel sat next to Anshi and learned that her family and husband died a few months ago. A terrible fire had consumed their lives. Alone and sad, she returned to her home from childhood days.

“Life is precious, isn’t it? And too short.” Anshi’s face was wet, tears still streaming down her cheeks. “This rock made me remember. The me from back then, the true me. There are still so many things I wish to learn about, so many things I would like to see, so many people I yearn to meet and exchange my ideas with. But I have become old and weak. I won’t have much longer to live. There is no way to catch up with my past now. There is no way to make this old body young again.”

After a long time pondering, Raziel averted their gaze away from the ocean and looked at Anshi. Their head tilted slightly to the side and a knowing smirk formed on their lips.

“Actually… There is.”

[godsandvillainsrpg-blog]

Congratulations CHARLOTTE! You have been accepted as AURORA GIORDANO.

Note from Admin Hannah: There is a reason this is the last acceptance posted, mostly because for about 12 hours I have gone back and forth. We received three stellar Aurora apps that I have agonized over. Every applicant understood the contrast of light to dark, princess to dark queen, but I really felt it in this app and this was the one I kept coming back to. There is this sense that Aurora is like a phoenix rising from the ashes, like the small blot of evil that always existed now consumed her wholly and you captured this dichotomy exquisitely. A new Aurora has been forged from the heartbreak, she is looking to soothe her heartbreak by entertaining fantasies of their downfall, all which you so eloquently highlighted in your app. Although I'm a bit scared, I can't wait to see where you take her.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Charlotte

Age: Twenty two

Preferred Pronouns: She, her.

Timezone: GMT

Activity Level: I have moderate-good activity, most of the time. I do have a full time job. That being said, my fingers are always tapping away at my laptop on tumblr, whenever I’m not at work…my best friend has to work hard to get me to have a social life…no lies. I’d say that I could give a couple of hours each evening, and on the 2 days I have off a week, many many more hours.

Triggers: REMOVED

Anything Else? If you’d like to request an approved FC change, please do so here.

IN CHARACTER

Desired Character: Aurora Giordano

Describe this character in your own words:

Angelic, pure, ethereal, they are but a few words to describe Aurora Giordano. An angel amongst devils, both refreshing and confusing, for how can someone born from such evil, glow as though god himself had lit the girl alive? Her darkness was sheathed, a tiny murmur in her brain that was easily masked by the grace and beauty exuded from such a heavenly being. The world was at her disposal, and all with a flash of her pearl white teeth, and a genuine squeeze of her manicured nails on important shoulders. It was a blessing for the golden girl to give a smile, to show interest, and she did it with ease. Her grace came from her own mother, yet she earned her father’s affections most earnestly. Given the world, Aurora allowed her fantasies to become realities. She was the star of her own show, a primadonna on stage? Why should she not be like Grace Kelly, to find her own prince and become legendary. Remembered, she wanted to be remembered for her beauty and her grace, but also for the way she could spin words so effortlessly. It was beautiful, an enchanting play to rival the most magical of fairytales. Her utopia was ruptured, in the very way that the apple of Eden was sourced as the world’s first disobedience, tearing apart the beauty of it and all with a cunning snake. Christian destroyed her Eden, and in place of serenity came destruction. Aurora did not crumble, she rose like a flower wearing the hardest of storms to take vengeance. Her previously gilded world had been stained, and she wanted to swim in the blood of her enemies. That was the darkness, and it had taken someone trying to take away her perfect fantasy, for Aurora to unleash her dormant devil. The epitome of a woman scorned, with hellfire in her veins, she passionately hates as she so longingly loved him.

What are this character’s motives? What drives this character? What are their goals?

At this current stage in her life, the force behind Aurora’s actions is retribution. The rhapsodic nature if Aurora, makes everything she sets her mind to, a must. She’s been intensely romanced, and bitterly heartbroken, but now it is vengeance. The pain which she felt demanded to be noticed, and now Aurora demands that the world notice her, in all her wrath and ruin. Christian eclipsed her sun, to make himself seem golden and she’d allowed him to let her fade under the poison of his love, but her light is unyielding and she’d determined to see herself stronger. I also think Aurora is determined to find out whether he’s ruined the concept of love for her altogether, or if she just needs to see him pay for his crimes against her first.

What potential plots do you foresee for this character? REMOVED

Would you be open to this character’s death? REMOVED

PARA SAMPLE

( one. )

Flaxen strands spread across white sheets, where traces of black stain purity and mark them unclean. Tears dried, cheeks inflamed, skin flaked and raw, smooth alabaster blotched in varying shades of red. See sleeping beauty, with sun in her hair and rose red lips, see her shame. No one ever warned the princess. The man she dreamt of was a wolf sheathed in marino wool, and he had made her cry wolf when his bloody fangs had slipped from his mouth, and his true bride descended down a runway of peony and silk. Had she damned herself earlier that morning, when a small hand-held mirror fell from her grasp and shattered at her feet, nicking one of her toes in the process? Seven years of bad luck, seven years of heartache. Air had been forced from her chest, as though the room with its grand architectural walls had shrunk to trap her within the shell of a broken body. Fingers had latched onto her father’s arm, finding brief stability. Rows of guests who attended in wings , to watch the grand show, gasped in horror at the embarrassment of Aurora.  

A courteous knock sounded against the thick wooden door. Movement remained staunched by the numbness which attacked her cells, forcing her body to remain static against the finery of her bedding. Noise escaped her lips, a mere whimper. Damn him. Attempts had been made days previous, to put the broken doll back together. Porcelain had turned to dust, and it sifted through fingers and fell idly to the floor. Food remained uneaten, and even her favourites had been passed over, the hunger in her stomach providing an odd comfort, as though it served as a reminder that she was still alive, still breathing. The broken bird told herself every night, when stars glittered in the skies and dreams were possible, that morning was a new day, the day to stand. Yet her mind fell on soft sands, and the salt of the sea, Giuliana on her honeymoon.

“Principessa.” Balm to soothe her wounds, a gentle hand to string her back together. Her father, her only knight in shining armour. After the event had been the worst, sobs had raged from her lips, ribs ached from the tragedy and her lips cracked from the sorrow. Sleep came from exhaustion, with her petite body curled up in Cassius’s arms, shivering in agony. Her father spilled into the room, a concerned figure reaching out for his favourite, his beautiful princess. Light seeped through the cracks of the doorway, casting life into the solitary confines. Shadow had crawled deep within the veins of her heart, and she knew not how to conceal them. Darkness had a taste to it, something utterly delectable, that once bitten became the source of living. A strong hand settled against the curve of her shoulder, grip firm but kind, Cassius’s steel gaze fell upon her, as her emotionless eyes lifted and allowed her father to see the very void of her soul. “Don’t let him win.”

The words were mulled within the deep vortexes of her mind, concept playing with fear. Weight had shrouded her, a gilded noose pressed tightly against the muscles of her throat. Everyday of her life with Christian had been cruelly collected in her mind, which played out in a montage titled “Aurora’s Heartbreak”, she looked for the signs in a haze of rose hued love, in the flowers and kisses, the cuddles and voidless words. He’d spun the tale so well, a spider catching her as though she was nothing more than a pathetic fly, ready to be gobbled up by her bitch of a sister. Hateful bitch, the internal chant that carried her through sleepless nights, her dignity clinging to the hollows of her eyes, Aurora did not despise her sister, she loathed the very fragment of her being, every cell of Giuliana Giordano, scratch that, Lefevre, caused revulsion within her own delicate body.

“Her, daddy. Don’t let her win,” Aurora corrected, the light softness of her voice fading away, as a wave of darkness washed over her. Her body screamed against her, as she pulled herself into a sitting position. Her petite hands were caught in Cassius’s own, as he urged his favourite child to confide in him. She wondered sadly, how this had affected him, since he’d often attempted to shield her from the coarseness of the world and keep his sweet princess safe. “I’ve thought about this a lot,” she begins, taking measure of the words. “I was a fool in love. But Giuliana should have known better than to cross me, she thinks she can tip my world upside down and I won’t fight back? She forgets that were cut from the same cloth, but I’m stronger…I was made to endure.”

( two. )

Aphrodite incarnate, the damnation of all men, how soft and sweet she had been. Her steps were taken with a ferociousness, as she strode into the cocktail bar, where another, cast in similar features, waiting with matching glasses of wine. Her entrance did not go unnoticed, as the beady eyes of many caught sight of her slender body and the flesh that begged to be caressed. Her skin shimmered, as though it were glowing, although it had all become a perfectly manufactured image. Hours were spent meticulously curling strands of hair, and lining lips just right. People adored her, they always had done, she’d been the flame that all moths gathered around…they had no idea that she was only interested in butterflies. Her gilded wings had only been unleashed after her dignity had been left in tatters, and her wounds had been left gaping and life threatening. For weeks, the young woman had clung to insanity, until finally she found clarity.

Tealight candles rested against the table, in copper coloured lanterns, the light casting shadows on the elder woman’s features. Aurora smiled politely, stretching forward to press a kiss to the cheekbone of her other, “Mother,” she greeted softly, settling into the soft leather of the seat. The room screamed grandeur and more importantly, money. Her meetings with Vita often took place in this very wine bar, as it had a sense of class appropriate for two women of their standing. Of course, with every encounter came a new lesson. Never before had she seen pride in her mother’s eyes, not in the way in which it now sparkled. One protegee had fallen, her betrayal cutting through the family in one slice, and it was Aurora who rose from the ashes.

“There’s no lesson today,” Vita responded, nudging forward a French Martini. Her brown creased, dubious of her mother’s words. She expected that truth may not have been spoken, but she did not move to question it. The blonde had become untrusting of others, where she had once been untouched by such fears. Previously, Aurora had thought herself invincible, as though bad things ought to happen to others and not her, it had been a rude awakening.

“I know that you know what day it is,” she stated pointedly, recognising Vita’s masked way of showing she did care. A strong relationship had not been the focal point for mother and daughter, since Aurora had clung to her father and set his opinion and love higher than any other.

“And how does that make you feel?”

“You’re not a therapist,” Aurora reminded, taking a sip of her cocktail. Truth be told, the day had played on her mind quite frequently. Memories were tainted, once bright and golden and then, all too quickly destroyed.

“The anniversary of your engagement is not something you’re likely to forget.”

Magic had filled her life that day, and she’d been certain that her heart would explode with joy. A princess with her own knight in shining armour, the ring had looked so perfect on her finger, like it belonged. It had been flushed away in a rage, a rash action which Aurora had come to regret, but only because she might have used it in the final sequence of her revenge.

“I’m not sad, if that’s what you think. I’m mad at my weakness, and Giuliana and Christian. I won’t stop feeling mad until they’ve paid for what they’ve done.” Another gulp of her cocktail, a clench of her fist. Her softness had been turned into a weapon, she a smirking bitch who masked her true intentions.

Her mind played around with the different ways in which she could inflict the same measure of pain, the thought made her own ache ease a little.

“There will come a day when I no longer care. But right now, I want to bring down holy hell.” The smile on her mother’s lips was reflected on her own, as Vita leaned further forward. Aurora was ready to watch the world crumble, to see the destruction of all that the Lefevre’s hoped to achieve, in their twisted glory. She was their destruction, a figure of despair, and they would realise too late on, that they should not have dared to mess with her fairytale…it was her story, not theirs.

“Then I have another lesson for you.”

EXTRAS

Here’s a mockblog.

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Also, pinterest board!

HEADCANONS

( one. ) Aurora has always kept a diary, ever since she was young girl. Perhaps it was her romantic soul, or her affliction for the written word, which had her jotting down her own thoughts as though she were a Bronte. Following the breaking of her heart, the pages of her diary were filled and then forgot, words of hatred poured in ink on rich pages, and then Aurora had no desire to write anything more.

( two. ) Prior to Christian, she was a virgin. For a long time she kept him waiting, and in her naivety, she thought perhaps the wanting would make it more special for them. Looking back now, Aurora feels only bitterness, and she loathes the thought that he could have  been thinking about her sister, when they were with one another. After her dignity had been left in tatters, Aurora had needed another man’s hands on her body, to feel the warmth of a breath that was not her former fiance, if only to take away some of the claim she felt he had over her.

( three. ) She’s always adored the camera, and the camera has always loved her. Aurora often recognises the photographers at events, and has been granted a certain level of respect. She gives them the best pictures, and they don’t ask her about enemy no 1 and 2. Still, Aurora has always loved the spotlight, and the popularity which came from that, she adored little girls whispering that she was a princess, and men falling over their feet to ask her to dinner. So many times she’d declined her offer, but it was their asking which she enjoyed. The blonde loves to be loved.

#accepted #accepted: aurora