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tomnovack
“Of course.” Thomas jotted the order down, more as a formality because some people tended to doubt his memory and would complain that he got their order wrong when he definitely didn’t. But the customer was always right. “My cousin lives here.” He slipped the pen behind his ear and smiled at the patron. It was easy to divert the question when he offered another type of information about him. “He’s a firefighter in town, you might know him. Brayden Walker? Our mom’s are sisters. I’ll be right back with your food, Mr. Waters.” Thomas nodded before he disappeared, only to return a few minutes later. He waited for the table to be cleared before he set the plate down. “Careful, it’s hot. Do you want some cheese over the asparagus?”
Mark pleasantly smiled as the man wrote down his order. “Oh, I do know Brayden.” He was not particularly close to the man’s cousin, but he was well aware of all the firefighters under Niko Valentine. Adriana after all was close to all the Valentines and during their marriage it meant he too had to be close to them. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” While Thomas was off taking other orders and working, Mark returned to writing on his laptop a few notes. For whatever reason, the last few months have been difficult and he has been having writer’s block. When Thomas returned, Mark moved the laptop and thanked him for his service. “No, I’ll just have it plain thanks.”
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aurorajuniperwaters
Rori almost wanted to laugh, an empty and sad one at that, but a laugh none the less. Mark had hurt her, but it was less about what he’d said and more about when he’d said them and what happened afterwards. But she wasn’t sure he was understanding that and it felt like a perfect example of how they’d always communicated with each other, never managing to find the same page. Rori didn’t want him to beat himself up over something that hadn’t been his fault though, that was important for her to try and make him understand, especially because of how rare it was for him to display such emotion around her at all. It was an expression of love that she wished they didn’t have to share in the first place, but she still felt thankful to feel that from him. “I want things with us to be good with us too.” She offered him softly and she really did. She missed him more than she ever thought possible and this conversation was a perfect example of that. “No of course not. I was just scared okay? I don’t know what else to say..” It was times like these she was left feeling like the awful communicator that she was. “I just don’t want to be scared anymore.” Rori felt stupid for admitting it in the first place but she knew that talking to Mark was the only way she could truly begin to heal too; Naomi had reminded her of that. “I love you too, I hope you know that it had nothing to do with being mad at you, I just didn’t want to face that night and part of facing that night has been–facing you.”
At least the two were on the same page about wanting things to be good with them. It had been months since they actually had a real conversation and Mark was grateful the two were conversing now even though it felt like a hit towards him about what happened at the ball. Mark nodded, “it is okay. You don’t have to say anything else.” Truly, he didn’t want her having to try and figure out the proper words for him to understand what she was saying. The two of them lived on different wavelengths, but at the end of the day they wanted what was best for each other. “Is there anything I can do to make you less scared?” For him, he was not there to witness everything that happened that she did. Now that they were talking, it was evident that she took so many things to heart and he was not acting like a good big brother. “Okay, I get you were not ready to face everything that happened.” Mark moved so he could place his arms around her and give her a hug. “Rori, I’m not mad or anything. I just want to be here for you and from everything you are telling me, I hope you are talking to someone about all of this.”
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the-flynnwaters
“Oh my god, she would lose her fucking mind if she knew you did that. She thinks they’re perfect the way they are– I don’t even cook them when I’m at home. I don’t cook often anyway so I guess that’s why. I just eat out a lot, mostly cause my oven almost blew up on me once. I am now very scared of it but to be fair, that oven is probably as old as the town…” He paused, “Thank you. I’m … I’m going to try to fix things with her. I will.” He said softly. Maybe even tell her the things he felt that he couldn’t tell his family…
“Tell me about it, I know she would.” Mark looked over at his brother, “I am starting to think you do not know how to cook. Plus, you better watch out. You eating out all the time, your metabolism won’t be your best friend forever.” He shook his head, “I am sure your oven is just fine. It is probably the user that has no clue.” It was nice to know Flynn was going to work on things and hopefully patch things up with this young lady. Mark wanted him happy and he knew Flynn had a lot more obstacles than he did. “Good, hope it works out for you man.”
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zebulon-waters:
“Take with it what you will, I was just merely discussing my career with you.” He told his brother, giving him a wink. “Of course, you would haunt me, why am I not surprised?” A brow rose at the whole idea of telling him he wasn’t pretty. “Luckily for me I have great self esteem and know you would be lying. I mean look at me.” Mark scrunched up his nose as he thought about Flynn’s words and shook his head. “Would I though?” Of course, he was teasing. He loved his baby brother too much and he needed the man to help keep their sisters at bay.
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“Mmmhhhmmm…. uh huuuuhh…” He made a face at his brother before shrugging, “You’re pretty okay looking, I’m definitely prettier.” He was joking, obviously.
But the two of them spent the rest of the night talking and spending time the whole night, eating and drinking until the two of them passed out. It was probably one of Flynn’s favorite nights he’d had in years. His brother was his favorite person in the world and he’d never trade a few hours with Mark Waters for anything.
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adrianaxramirez
A smarter woman wouldn’t have been crying to her ex-husband right now but Adriana felt like he was one of the few people in her life who really understood how close she was with her father. He’d been in her life for a long time and attended all her family events, watching her interact with the man who raised her and he knew how deep that love ran. Losing her dad was the worst thing she could think of second only to if anything ever happened to their daughter. “I don’t even know where to start. If I lose the bakery I’ll have nothing. I might lose my house if I can’t keep Sweet Tooth afloat.” And more than that, she would lose her entire life’s work. The only career she knew. “I’m sorry I just didn’t know who else to come to. I just need someone to tell me what to do.”
It hurt Mark seeing Adriana in this state, he loved her father dearly and it broke his heart knowing he would never have another conversation with the man. With all this grief came a lot of other aspects of her life that appeared to be crumbling all around her. “You’re not going to lose the bakery, I will make sure of that. Somehow, we will figure it out.” If it meant him taking on an assignment overseas or writing some stupid book where he could get an advance, he would do it. “Don’t think like that, we will go through everything and see what we can do. A lot of times debt agencies will be happy with just monthly payments. And I can dip into my savings.” He assured her. Mark pulled her in close and kissed her forehead. “You never have to be sorry for coming to me, we’re a team. And no matter what Adri, you have to know I love you. You’re the mother of my child.”
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The two balanced each other in so many ways, outside the bedroom Adriana was in charge. But in the bedroom, that is where Mark took the reins and the two experimented with a variety of things keeping their sex life fulfilled. With his hand around her throat, he could feel her pulse against his palm as he squeezed a little tighter, watching her as she struggled for air. Once he released her neck, he didn’t give her a moment’s time to capture any air into her lungs. Instead, his lips were pressed against hers as he kissed her with a heat of a hundred suns. The tightening of her walls around his length sent him into a frenzy as he repeatedly slammed into her wetness. As she tore from his lips, he whimpered, already missing her taste. With her juices coating his throbbing cock, he moved his hips and thrust into her a few more times until he finally started to cum. After he finished, his body collapsed on hers as sweat dripped down his forehead. “Fuck,” he moaned. Eventually, he rolled off her and fell to the side next to her.
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the-flynnwaters
“Yeah no, mom makes it really hard sometimes to feel like you’re helping with how critical she gets about these recipes of hers. I get that they’re important and like everyone loves her cooking but geez.” He laughed softly. Flynn’s brows furrowed, “Well when I was attacked in high school, it was the first time someone discovered I was trans and back then, I had … my tits still. So just the thought of being rejected again by someone after seeing who I am terrifies me. I just shut down, I guess.” He mumbled as he brushed his curly hair from his face.
“Trust me, I know. I have her recipes, but I tweak them at my house. Don’t tell her that though or she might lose it.” Mark listened quietly to his brother speak upon his experiences and he was not sure what to say. It broke his heart hearing about that experience in high school. “As I said, I cannot fully fathom what you have been through Flynn.” He paused as reached out with one arm to pull Flynn in for a side hug. “But you’re a great guy. And if you keep people at a distance they won’t ever get to know the real you and you deserve to have people in your corner. Not just us.”
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the-flynnwaters
“Mark Waters, are you threatening me? Are you saying you’re gonna murder me and bury my body? I’ll haunt you.” He waved his finger at the man. “I’ll haunt you and tell you you were wrong all your life and make you feel bad about every choice you make. What’s worse, I’ll whisper into your ear every day that you aren’t pretty. See how you like it.” He was joking but it would be funny to stalk him till the day he died as a ghost. It sounded fun. Maybe not for Mark but for ghost Flynn. “I don’t think you could do it anyway, you’d feel too bad.”
“Take with it what you will, I was just merely discussing my career with you.” He told his brother, giving him a wink. “Of course, you would haunt me, why am I not surprised?” A brow rose at the whole idea of telling him he wasn’t pretty. “Luckily for me I have great self esteem and know you would be lying. I mean look at me.” Mark scrunched up his nose as he thought about Flynn’s words and shook his head. “Would I though?” Of course, he was teasing. He loved his baby brother too much and he needed the man to help keep their sisters at bay.
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tomnovack
Thomas gave him a close lip smile and grabbed the bottle of Merlot before pouring a serving into a hallow wine glass. He would love get a taste of the expensive stuff, but he also wanted to keep his job so while some of his coworkers left with a glass on most nights he always went home empty handed and with a clear head. “We have some fresh dishes from live catches at the port, but I would suggest the pork or veal roasts. Anything rich and cheesy pairs well with Merlot. Even this week’s hamburger.” He wondered what the man did for a living, because based off his clothing he seemed a lot more laid back than most of the socialites at the country club. He nodded at the man. “I moved in about two months ago and started work here right away. Would you like a sampler board before making a decision?” He handed the man the wine glass.
For a moment, Mark wondered if he should have held off when it came to choosing a wine before ordering lunch. Especially hearing there being live catches, but he nodded hearing the choices and took a moment to think it over. Hearing he had been in town for only two months, it made sense as to why he didn’t recognize the man right or away. Living in Asteria, you tended to learn everyone’s name whether you wanted to or not. “No, I appreciate the offer but I don’t need a sampler board. May I please do the veal roast and asparagus if it is being offered.” His eyes looked up at the other man, “any reason you decided to come to Asteria of all places?” The world was such a big place, Mark missed being out there reporting.
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rileyfletcher
Riley squinted her eyes at Mark. She was thinking about what kind of bouquet would get the message across. “An I like you but not enough for commitment yet but I want to see where things go bouquet? Small is something you get a kid like your daughter, Luci. She’s a cutie. Let’s go for the medium because the large might be a tad too big of a gesture.” She looked at the display of flowers and thought about the colors while she kept talking. “I can offer you a deal if you get two. One for your lady friend and one for your daughter.” She started to pick some flowers.
“Exactly!” It was nice to know someone understood what he was saying, because he got into his head too much and trying to put things into words was hard sometimes. “Luci is a cutie,” he agreed wholeheartedly. That little girl had him wrapped around her tiny fingers and she knew it. While Riley handled the flowers, Mark stood there quietly thinking about things between Avery and him and wondering where both stood. “Aren’t you the saleswoman,” he chuckled. “Yes, go ahead and make one for Luci as well. I know she would love it and it might cheer her up. Please. How have you been Riley?”
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the-flynnwaters
Flynn had his own hang-ups about their family and how they were but he also had his own moments where he would turn to his mother or father for help in the ways they’d grown up learning himself. It was hard to avoid when it was all they’d known until high school – well maybe a little bit before but that wasn’t the point. “Oh I was walking around the place, looking at everything and avoiding our parents because I really didn’t want to have to deal with helping her make the food.” Flynn always hated helping their parents cook, he wasn’t really sure why but he did. At the question of Hailey, he twitched before shrugging, “She rejected me. She hasn’t messaged me since and I didn’t try. I asked her to try again with me, be patient and she didn’t even give me the chance. But that’s on me, not her. I’m the one who just can’t tell her…. I’d reject me too.”
Not surprising he too was avoiding their parents and not wanting to participate in the set up the night. “I love cooking, but I am not a fan of mom telling me I am making something wrong. You know how she gets about certain recipes and everything.” A frown appeared when hearing about the young girl rejecting his brother. It hurt knowing that Flynn was rejected and did not take that step to have a girlfriend. After all, it would be nice to see him with someone. “May I ask why you cannot tell her? What’s going on there?” It was hard for Mark, he tried to be understanding with Flynn but he could admit his knowledge was limited on transgenderism and he didn’t want to push things that Flynn was not ready to discuss. “You don’t have to tell me,” he added. “Just know I’m here, not that I’m much help. Straight white cis male,” he said with a shrug.
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the-flynnwaters
“Did you get that out of a beauty ad?” He kicked his brother’s leg teasingly before shifting himself a tad to look around at their drink supply, “Aw shit dude I don’t even know.” He burst into laughter before taking a large gulp of his current drink. “But I don’t care cause we’re having a good time. Besides, I’m looking forward to when you fall asleep so I can draw on your face and give you a dumb mustache.” He produced his sharpie pen. He was actually kidding, he would never do that to his brother but he wanted to see the reaction, “we’ll see how pretty you are after I put permanent marker on your face.”
“And what if I did?” Mark’s mouth opened when his brother kicked him and he stared at Flynn for a moment. “Wow, I thought we grew up as pacifists.” At this point, Mark did not care what drink number they were. He just wanted to make sure they both got home safely and as always Mark didn’t plan on sobering up to drive. A brow rose, “it is like you have a death wish. Just remember, I write mystery novels about murder and things.” He said giving his brother a sly smirk.
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adrianaxramirez
Watching Mark with Luciana always reminded Adriana of simpler times. The way she clung to her father in the way Adriana used to do with hers was something that brought her peace but right now it was hard to watch. She smiled at Mark and followed him inside. Thankfully Luci was easily bribed and took off for her room quickly, leaving them alone in his living room. She melted into Mark’s arms and buried her face in his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne and closing her eyes. She wanted to keep it together and get to work but her heart was in pieces and he seemed to always have the right thing to say. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I wasn’t ready for this.” Adriana felt the tears leaking out of her eyes and the way her hands were shaking as she wrapped her arms righter around him.
Shock overcame Mark when his ex-wife buried herself into him. With his arms around her, he softly held her there, not saying anything at first, just giving her time to grieve and let her speak when she was ready. At her words, he slowly inhaled, unsure what to say to the woman. As someone whose life revolved around words, one would think he could string together a coherent sentence to help comfort the woman. “I know, I cannot even fathom what you are going through.” It was the truth, thankfully he has not had to feel that kind of loss yet. “But I am here for you, whatever you need.” And that was the truth, the two may not be together anymore but they would always be connected through their perfect child. Mark eased back a little to look into her eyes and he wiped away her tears, “we’ll get through this together.”
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tomnovack:
location: Country Club
who: @zebulon-waters — closed.
Leaving Long Island was a big change and Thomas didn’t know if it was a good idea for the long run when he had days like these at work. He struggled knowing that instead of being an electrician like he was trained to be, he could only find a job working at the country club just outside of town. It was harder than he wanted to admit to leave his career behind for his little sister, but he would never complain about it out loud. The tips were great a lot of the time, but today was hectic and a lot of pricks were in town for some fancy event the club was going to host that weekend. It was why he was a bit wary as he approached a patron. “What can I do for you, Sir? We have Merlot, Chardonnay, Syrah…” The list of their wine varieties went on for a bit.
One of the perks of being an author from a small town, you were invited to join the country club. It went against almost everything his family raised him to be, but Mark loved the place and how it made him feel. “Yes, hello.” Mark greeted the young man as he listened to the wine selection. “Just a merlot shall suffice,” he responded. “Oh, do you know what the lunch specials are today?” He asked as his eyes shifted back to his laptop wondering if he would ever get past this part in his book he was trying to write. “I’ve seen you around,” his eyes narrowed to the nametag. “Tom, nice to meet you.”
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rileyfletcher
Riley loved Asteria and southern hospitality which prevented people from walking by her while pretending not to hear her. It felt build her clientele at the farmer’s market. “That’s okay!” She smiled when he told her why the build-your-own idea wasn’t convenient for him. The although made her raise an eyebrow. “If you tell me more about your friend and what message you want to convey with the gift, I can pick out some flowers and make a beautiful bouquet for them. Do you want me to get started on the small, medium, or large?”
Mark stood there silently, thinking about Avery and more about the woman. The two started going on dates several months ago, but both of them tended to be fairly closed off for different reasons. “Okay, we are dating casually.” At least that was the impression he received and one reason he continued to date around. “So, something that says I like you but also nothing too serious if that makes sense?” He shrugged, “what do you suggest? Small, medium or large for this circumstance? Because I don’t want to rush things and pressure her into anything.”
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rileyfletcher:
The farmer’s market was a good way to make some extra cash because a lot of people from town who wouldn’t otherwise step into Bethel’s happily walked down main street and fell into the atmosphere created. One of Riley’s employee quit to go to college a couple of weeks ago so she added a Hiring sign to her stand after setting up buckets of different flowers. “Hi! It’s a wonderful day to build your own bouquet!” She called out to someone walking by. The idea was her sisters and she thought it was better to engage the public than have them buy a premade arrangement. It made it more personal and people liked that.
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Browsing through the farmer’s market, Mark bought a few items knowing the fruits and vegetables here were superior to going to the grocery store. With his items in one bag, he raised a brow when he heard a woman’s voice. As to not being rude, he stepped up towards the young woman curious as to why she wanted his attention. “I do not think I would be good at building my own,” he admitted. Out of the Waters family, he tended to be the one that did not get the artistic side. “Although,” he paused for a moment thinking it might be time to step up his game with Avery. “I do have someone I would like to give a bouquet to, but I have no idea on where I should start.”
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naomixwaters
Naomi shrugged her shoulders. “Yet you still love her… Do you two still…” She trailed off, tilting her head to the side a little. “If so.. It wouldn’t be too weird for you to comfort her in a time like this.” She knew by the look on his face that he still cared about his ex wife a great deal and she was sure when you had a love like that, there was no getting rid of it. It’s how she felt towards Charlie. Her head turned to look over at her niece, a smile coming along her lips. She walked around with him as she held her cup, nodding her head. “Well, I taught for the last few weeks of school and now it’s pretty much hot teacher summer.” She laughed. “But I’ve been hanging out with Charlie again… had dinner with Samson… I don’t know… Just hanging around.”
There was no denying that he still loved his ex-wife, but the next part of her sentence caused the alarms to go off in his head. Instead of saying anything on the matter, he just nodded not wanting to get into the complications of Adriana and himself. Especially when a new woman entered his life several months ago and he was exploring things with her. As the two strolled around the premises together, his eyes wandered to the different people dressed up and just how elaborate the events on the commune can get. It was a weird place, but yet comforting in many ways. “Must be nice having those summers off,” he commented. “Charlie? As in Kane?” He inquired with concern in his tone. “Samson is a good guy.” He shrugged. “I haven’t seen him around much.”
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