#Suzanne girl interrupted

[chronic-ghost]

blood makes noise

rating: E for explicit! 18+

pairing: max phillips x f!reader

word count: 2386

summary: you are being very nice to your vampire boyfriend on your day off, so you are rightfully annoyed when ted interrupts your time together.

warnings: cockwarming, light dom/sub, blow jobs, semi-public sex, mentions of blood, no use of y/n, no beta we die like the marketing department

a/n: this is entirely @ravensmadreads 's fault. She did this. Title comes from the Suzanne Vega's song of the same name.

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“Baby girl, wake up.” 

A soft thumb strokes the arch of your cheek and your eyes flutter open, your head turning on his thigh. Your hips are just beginning to ache from the position and you adjust on your knees. 

“Gently, baby, gently, that’s right.”  

You sigh, your jaw going loose again, the smell of his heat, his cologne almost lulling you back to sleep. Max grins down at you from above on his leather chair, your head in his lap. “You were drooling.” 

You make a sound of protest, lifting your head up from the wet spot on his dress pants, but he chuckles and wipes the bottom of your lip with his thumb.

“That’s alright. I like it when you drool around my cock.” More awake now, you suck once and he swallows, that smirk faltering for a moment. “But I slipped out a bit. Open up now, baby.”

You nod, jaw easing open, tension releasing from the back of your throat, and his hips thrust forward just an inch more. Max groans, eyes fluttering. Your hand on his other knee tightens. “Mhmm, that’s good. You’re so good. Just a bit longer. It’s almost noon and we’ll go home after that, alright?”

You nod slowly staring up at him from under your eyelashes, with your jaw as slack as it can go with the weight of his cock pulling your mouth open. The edges of your mouth had cracked, lips dry from the open air. With concern, Max gently turns your head up to see the small cuts better, careful to not move your jaw too much. 

“We’ll get that fixed too,” he tsks. “I can’t believe you agreed to do this on your morning off.” 

You hum with contentment – you had actually been the one to suggest this weeks ago – and press your tongue up against the length of his cock. Max huffs and the hand on your jaw moves to the back of your head. He had specifically requested you pull back your hair for this and he threads his fingers in the space between your hair tie and the back of your head. 

“Can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you.” Gently, his fingers push you forward, his other hand on your shoulder. You hollow your cheeks out, ready to take even more of him. Max is nothing if not a workaholic and you lived for the moments when you got his undivided attention, when he was willing to blow off hours at a time just to eat you out. And he praised you the whole time he did it. “You’re such a good cockwarmer, baby, best I’ve ever had. I –,”

There comes a sharp rap on the other side of the desk, against Max’s office’s doorframe, and you freeze. Max’s fingers tighten on your shoulder, nails scraping your scalp.

“Howdy there, bud, you got a second to chat?” 

It’s Ted, but it’s Max’s fault for leaving the goddamn door open for anyone to waltz in. And anyone did. You huff in annoyance up at Max who briefly glances down at you before sitting back in his seat. Had it been another employee (Evan), Max wouldn’t have hesitated to tell him to fuck off. But, unfortunately, there is a hierarchy. 

Max’s shoulder jerks as he adjusts his tie, trying to wipe that blissed out look on his face. He sits up in his seat, pulling out of your mouth just slightly. But no, this is his fault. You dip your head to fill up your mouth, easing farther between his legs, even closer than where you were before. This close you can smell the musk of his groin, your throat tickling, and you muffle a moan by breathing slowly out of your nose. Max’s cock twitches. 

“Ahh– sure, Ted, sure. But uh, lunch time is, ah, coming soon, so–,”

You flatten your tongue and lick as much of his velvet skin as you can reach without moving your head. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it! Just as long as you don’t turn me into lunch!” Ted laughs at his own terrible joke. Max literally says: “Ha, ha.” 

“But, uh, before we get into it, would you mind closing the door?”

“Sure thing, buckaroo.” 

You hear Ted’s big feet clomp back over and immediately Max’s hand latches onto the peak of your ponytail, pulling you back off him. He stares down at you with almost frantic eyes.

Stop it, he mouths at you. Wait. 

But he’s grabbed your hair tie and you drop open your mouth, eyes never leaving his, letting your tongue flop out past your bottom lip. You tilt your head down, down towards his cock weeping precum, and pry open your mouth as wide as it will go. Max’s eyes go dark. His grip loosens. That’s all the confirmation you need. 

You know he’s already sensitive after having his cock in your mouth all morning, so you only lick it gently, smearing his precum over your tongue. Max shudders, his hand easing up to the crown of your head. Just waiting, sitting. Ready to pull at a moment’s notice.

“Everything okey dokey there?” 

On the other side of the desk, you hear the chair squeak and Ted’s ratty loafers come into view under the gap. Your superior’s feet are inches from your own. You adjust as quietly as you can, sitting your knees more firmly under you and you rub your hands on the inside of Max’s knees. 

“Yep. Okey dokey,” Max grits out. “Hunger pains.”

“Well, I’ll make this quick . . .” Which is physically impossible for Ted. He’s the kind of guy who wraps up a fifteen minute rant with “so, long story, short.” 

For once, you weren’t bothered by this. 

As Ted bathers on, you inch Max’s cock deeper into your mouth, your precum-soaked tongue flexing against the bottom like a heartbeat. Over the hours, his cock had gone half-soft between your cheeks, but now it flushes hard. You feel it swell and lengthen the further you take him. You reach his pelvis again, and opening your lips, you inhale. His short hairs fluttered. And then you breathe out, hot and humid. Above you, Max hides a moan by acting like he’s cracking his jaw. He tugs on your hair, not a warning, but an encouragement. Keep going. 

Max got off on this as much as you did.

The freak he is, with this suggestion, you knew you’d tease the exhibitionist in him who got painfully hard at the idea of voyeurism. Semi-public sex was like catnip to him. And watching him squirm made you drip.

You draw your hands from his knees, towards his inner thighs, as you drag your tongue against him as you tease him on the way out. All the way out. You come off with a quiet pop, that Max covers with a cough. You go back down, giving his tip the attention it deserves with a wet, slick swirl – Max’s nostrils flare, you were right he is extra sensitive – and you mold your mouth around him again, hollowing out your cheeks as you began to dip up and down, up and down. Back and forth. Back and forth. 

If vampires could sweat, Max would be drenched. His thighs tense beneath your hands as you blow him, that familiar spark settling at the crux of your legs. His lips are pulled between his mouth, frowning behind his fist, nodding, as though considering whatever Ted was rambling on about. You take him to the back of your throat and swallow. 

His whole body tenses, a mix between a groan and a gasp flying out of his throat, hips jutting forward and he hits the back of your throat again unintentionally. Your eyes water but god you want to moan, so you dig your nails into his thighs to let him know. 

“You alright there, chief?” Ted asks behind you. 

“Mhmm hmm.” You’re surprised Ted doesn’t say anything about his white-knuckled fist over his mouth. The hand on the top of your head pulls your hair and your scalp tingles pleasantly. 

You rub your thighs together. Now you were teasing yourself. He throbs in your mouth and you eagerly lap up the precum dribbling onto your tongue. You grind the heel of your hand against your clit, desperate to lower the heat humming between your legs. You need him to know that it’s time to wrap things up. 

His cock red and straining in front of you, you lick your palm and, with a smear of precum threading through your fingertips, you press your thumb up against the vein on the underside of his cock. You suck his tip. 

His fist slams down on the table, cutting Ted off mid-ramble. 

“Ted,” Max rasps out. He clears his throat. “Ted, I love this idea. Definitely a direction to take next quarter. But I’m on a s-schedule here and I’ve got meetings a-after lunch, so if you wouldn’t mind . . .”

“Sure, sure, Max! Glad to hear we’re in agreement! We’ll talk later.” 

“Sounds great.” He sounds wrecked. Ted’s feet disappear from the gap under the desk and he lumbers off. You pout up at Max, cheek on his thigh and you jerk him faster. Max’s jaw is cracking. He’s shallowly trusting against your hand, his fingers a knotted fist in your hair, and he hasn’t looked down at you in five minutes.

“Just s-shut the door on your way out,” Max groans – he can’t help it. 

The second the door sniks shut, Max’s seat jerks back, his wet cock slipping from your grasp, and his hand pinches your cheeks. 

“Open your fucking mouth,” he snarls, his irises pitch black. You open as wide as you can go, tongue cupping forward to receive whatever he’s going to give you. With his other hand, he slaps the tip of his cock against your tongue. “Lick it.” 

You do and his entire body quakes, a low grunt punching through his chest. You don’t dare move as his hand furiously strokes himself. The ache in your clit is almost painful and you whine, loudly. 

“Cocksleeve wants to tease me, huh? Wants to make me lose it in front of my boss?” His hips buck wildly, his tip driving up and down your tongue. Your heartbeat is uncontrollable. You actually drool watching him fuck his fist and you spread your legs, just a bit, but enough. You know he can smell you. His face is flushed, only slightly less red than his cock. He growls from somewhere deep in his chest. “Cocksleeve gets off on this, doesn’t she? The second we get home, I’m gonna fuck your brains out. You’re gonna lose your fucking mind.” 

You whine, from the ache and anticipation.

“I’m gonna come in your mouth now. I want you to swallow all of it. Take all of it.” 

You’re halfway nodding when his hips thrust his cock into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat. You swear he bumps the back and comes directly down your throat and you gag, but you take it. Tears streaming out of the corner of your eyes, your torso between his thighs, you swallow and swallow and watch as Max goes boneless, squeezing the last of his spend, before slumping back in his chair and out of your mouth. 

There’s a gummy string of spit and cum from your lips as he pulls away. He’s gasping out of reflex, not a real need to breathe. 

“J-Jesus Christ.” He closes his eyes,the sight of your mouth so thoroughly fucked making him twitch painfully, and moves his chair back to give yoau room to climb out. You wipe your mouth on his thigh and go to move but you realize your feet have gone numb. 

It’s a sight, to watch him lose himself entirely, so that he reverts to his unconscious human impulses. To watch him devolve to his most basic primal state. 

“Ma-a-ax–,” the back of your throat is gooey and you struggle with his name. He rubs his chest with his knuckles before leaning forward and helping you up. Your knees almost immediately give out and you stumble into his lap. He chuckles as he pulls you in tighter, still breathless, and buries his face in the curve of your shoulder. 

“Fuck, I thought I was gonna come right in front of him.” His breath is warm, humid. It makes your already sensitive skin tingle. You know your orgasm wasn’t going to be easily earned – you were teasing after all – but you knew it was going to be good. You card through his hair, the ends near his scalp damp. 

“I kind of wanted you to,” you hum softly. “Would make your upcoming performance review very interesting.”

Something red catches your eye over his shoulder. “Max, your hand–,”

Chuckling, he lets you bring his hand up to your chest for a better look. The meat of his hand just behind his thumb has two small puncture marks, the blood drying. You brush the wound with your thumb as the skin closes before your eyes. His other hand cups the back of your neck in a way that makes your hair stand on end. He snickers as his lips tickle your ear.

“You made me bite myself, baby. Fuckin’ fangs came out when you did that thing with your tongue. Couldn’t help myself.” A shiver slides down from the top of your spine to the heat between your legs. 

With precision, you kiss his hand, the blood smears the last trace of any wound. 

He leans back and takes your chin between his thumb and the curve of his finger. His eyes are warm, pleased, but already they edge towards that hungry blackness. Vampire stamina really was a wonderful thing.

“No more talking about Ted. Only have half an hour left in my lunch break . . .” He tugs you into his mouth and you inhale, his scent a balm and a crank that ratchets your desire up higher. His thumb pets your jaw as he breaks the kiss. “Besides, I think I made a promise or two there. Something about fucking your brains out.”

His hands are already going up your skirt. 

“Sounds like you’re on the clock then, sir.”

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Scorpio films or TV shows♏️💝🔒📝🩺😎🧐

Heroes and films for Scorpio that I think already interesting for them. They are dark twisted and they are many plots and turns to keep your mind occupied when you are feeling in that mode which is let’s face it quite often LOL, let’s talk about Pearl a girl who lives on a farm who has a really dark family life and just wants to be a star and ends up doing anything she will get that way. This film also has prequel sequel which show her in the past, and the future, which makes it more interesting for you busy mind girl interrupted girl interrupted is a cult classic. It’s follows the life of Suzanne Kayson who is in a mental hospital in the 60s following her friendships with people in the mental hospital. I was stretched to see whether to put this with cancer or Scorpio but in the end I chose Scorpio, it could be both, it follows the lives of all the different girls in the very very different from each other, but come together, but there’s some very dark plots in, the biggest one of the films here with the twist is shutter Island. This is of a man who goes to inspect a mental hospital in the 1950s with his partner or is he? all these films will be perfect for Scorpio or anyone with strong Scorpio placements because some people don’t like this much of a film and don’t get it. I’ve spoke to my mother who’s strong Aquarius and Capricorn placements did not get shutter Island. I myself as strong Scorpio placements, and I loved all of the films.

[daisychainsandbowties]

For Ava, piracy is Robin Hooding. Distributing ill-gotten gains is the best part.

For Beatrice, piracy is an escape. Being chased by the authorities has made her free.

For Suzanne, piracy is how she protects her girls. A means to an end.

For Shannon, piracy is a duty. Needs must.

For Mary, piracy is a job. A job with a built in soulmate.

For Camila, piracy is the family business. It is all about family.

For Lilith, piracy is the ultimate ‘fuck you’ to familial expectations. Found family is infinitely better.

god yeah i really do love the idea of ava, fresh-sprung from an orphanage and anointed with unholy power, fleeing through a maze of port city streets and running headlong into beatrice.

she’s got a pistol at her hip and a stack of books in her arms, smells faintly of magesmoke and blood, but she pulls ava into an alley, casts a simple ward and holds her there in the damp dark, alley cats wending around her boots.

one hand over ava’s mouth, the other trapping her arm against the splintery wooden wall until the guards (ava hopes that she thinks they’re guards) have moved on. then beatrice stepping back, appraising, going to collect her books from a neat pocket dimension she sketched into the air.

telling ava, because she follows, moth to a flame, “sorry about the rough handling. my name is beatrice, ship’s mage on the Cat's Cradle.”

she’s got the tattoos to prove it, almost consuming the skin of both arms as she tugs the cuffs up past her elbows; not down to hide them, but up, to reveal what she is.

at ava’s puzzled look she says, “it’s better, around here, to be seen as a mage rather than a woman.”

ava barely bites back on some loathsome quip, nods at her, then flinches at the sound of distant shouts.

beatrice casts a sidelong glance at her in her stained shirt, trousers cut at the knees. she's barefoot and bruised, staring like she's never seen buildings, or the sky, or a woman before.

she doesn’t even have a knife tucked into her trousers, or the slightest chance of making it through a night alone in this city.

there's a sigh trapped behind her teeth, but beatrice finds herself turning back. voice clipped, almost emotionless, “you look a little bit out of your depth.”

“no shit.”

but ava says it with a shaky laugh. she’s still more than a little preoccupied with how beatrice’s mage tattoos shift and slither in the interrupted light.

beatrice shrugs, “you know if you're interested, our surgeon needs an assistant.” her eyes travel hastily down ava’s body and then back up, “she says that small hands are helpful.”

“small hands?”

“to, ah, move around hers and to make stitches. i can’t say i really understand it, but, well-”

“magic doesn’t heal.” ava says this with bleak familiarity, like she knows the words by heart but would rather she didn’t.

she looks at her hands, tries not to think of what they can do, of the promise she made while half-asleep, to something that should not even be real.

“don’t you think that’s weird? you can do anything, but you can’t close a wound or... or fix broken bones?”

beatrice looks at her, shrugs uneasily. it’s just ink sitting under her skin, but the tattoos seem to shift and glisten wetly as she crosses her arms. “it’s not strange,” she says. “it’s the bargain we made.”

mages are oh-so-fond of trotting out that line. ava tries not to grimace at it. she is, after all, alone and penniless. she is being hunted.

“i’ve never done surgery or anything like that before,” she admits, looking down, braced for dismissal. her eyes stall on the books in beatrice’s arms. gods below i’m fucked. so fucked. i can’t even read, how am i supposed to-

“do you learn quickly?”

beatrice is looking at her calmly when ava rocks back on her heels and dares to meet her eyes. “you… what?”

“our surgeon can teach you, if you learn quickly.” beatrice pursed her lips, “if not, you could be one of the rigging boys, or… well, i’ll figure something out.”

ava stares at her, astonished. “but... why are you helping me?”

a raised eyebrow, muscles working under ink as beatrice clutches her books tightly. she looks odd and out of place in the dingy alley, with her tailored trousers and little silver buckles winking on her boots, through the dark.

“you look like you’re running from something.” ava clenches her fists at her sides, begging her abilities to stay under her skin.

beatrice seems preoccupied with her own thoughts, “someone helped me that way once, when i was… lost. you’ll meet her, i suppose. she’s my captain.”

“are you pirates?” ava blurts the question before she can stop herself, and beatrice’s gaze sharpens.

ava holds up her hands, “it’s just… two officers who are women and now your captain too. it occurred to me, is all.”

beatrice gives her a hard look, but she finds nothing in ava’s expression, beyond a measure of panic. maybe some fear, which is all for the better. "i suppose you'll find out." she's closed-off again, but not hostile.

yet, ava thinks. not yet.

“if you want, you can follow me. if not…”

beatrice frowns. already the sun is setting, dragging light back down along western shore, down into the ocean.

she turns away, starts walking, does not make a relieved sound when she hears ava start to follow. convinces herself that she doesn’t wish to make any relieved sound, at all.

one girl cannot be important, not in the scope of things.

“i’m ava, by the way.”

she speaks to the firm slope of beatrice’s shoulders. the day was too warm for a jacket, so it’s in her cabin, half-draped across the desk to hide her papers.

a half-turn, a nod of the head.

“pleasure.”

[myfruitlessthorns]

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞!

hii, i'm tisha

i'm 18

i go by she/her

i'm from the uk

i'm south indian - mallu :) 

i'm not into labels but i'm queer! the way i describe it is that i can like anyone!

e/infp, 4w5, 458

pisces 𖤓, scorpio ☾, scorpio ⇡

things that i love:

-writing: i've been writing since i was around 8-years-old (and yes, i write fanfic). i'm hoping to write and finish a novel this year.

-reading: i've got back into reading this year. currently im reading - the god of small things, arundhati roy, the hunger games (re-read!), suzanne collins and girl, interrupted, suzanna kaysen. 

-debate, public speaking: i'm a huge words girl, what can i say? i always have lots to say and i love expressing that. 

-spirituality: i'm a really spiritual person - i admire many different forms of faith, but i dont label myself as just one. i was raised catholic, but i also find so much beauty in forms of other forms of christianity, such as quakerism. i practice reality shifting (follow me on @whovianshifts if you're into that!) and LoA. i'm also super into astrology, i taught myself how everything works and i can somewhat read charts :)

my favs:

tv show: doctor who is my ultimate comfort show (@insidethetardis is my og blog!)

movie: about time (2013), ok kanmani (2015), as you can tell, im a sucker for a domestic romcom, mahanati (2018), as you can tell im a sucker for dulqer salmaan

-artist: hozier! his lyricism is gorgeous and i adore his music. my fav songs of his are jackie and wilson, jackboot jump, movement, empire now and francesca, although i would probably list them all if i could

-album(s): hozier, hozier, ultraviolence, lana del rey, amir, tamino, folklore & evermore, taylor swift, wiped out!, the neighbourhood, the ramleela sountrack, the hridayam soundtrack

-actor/actress: david tennant, dev patel & rachel zegler, my absolute favs <3

-my fandoms: doctor who (specifically on @insidethetardis), the hunger games + the ballad of songbirds and snakes, good omens, pretty little liars, bridgerton, never have i ever, anything i've been watching recently will be on here!

 anyway i love tumblr - it's like my favourite platform ever - and i also love making new friends :) feel free to message me, lets me mutuals!

[ch1ckpeapancake]

Intro Post

Hello! Welcome to my blog! My name is Charlie and I use He/Him pronouns.

I am physically disabled and very involved in the Cpunk space.

I follow back frequently, and I love interactions with moots!

I am a trans masc & unlabeled guy so keep that in mind!

Ive been working on a tag system, and while my whole blog is not up to date here it is:

#The Shark Swims

These are my original posts. They may be on a wide spectrum of topics.

#The Shark Bites

These are re-blogs that I have added onto.

#Asked and Answered!

All asks I get will be answered under this tag!

Fandoms (Under the cut)

- Night in the Woods (Video Game)

- The Secret History - Donna Tart

- Homestuck

- Undertale (Video Game)

- Warrior Cats - Erin Hunter

- Portal (Video Game)

- Wings of Fire - Tui T. Sutherland

- Dream SMP

- Minecraft (Video Game)

- Sky: Children of the Light (Video Game)

- The Owl House (Cartoon)

- Amphibia (Cartoon)

- Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared (Web Series)

- Brandon rodgers

- Helluva Boss (Web Series)

- FNAF

- Sherlock (TV)

- She-Ra and the Princess of Power (2018)

- Foxtrot (Comics)

- Calvin & Hobbes

- Dilbert

- Peanuts - Charles M. Shulz (Comics)

- Zits (comics)

- Jerma985

- We Bare Bears (Cartoon)

- The Last of Us (Video Game)

- The Last of Us (TV)

- Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan

- Voltron: legendary defender

- 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱송 | 0mniscient Reader - Sing-Shong

- Ghost Eyes (Web Comic)

- Hollow Night (Video Game)

- Gravity Falls

- Stardew valley (Video Game)

- 况術廻戰 1 Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

- Hunger games trilogy- Suzanne Colins

- Bluey (Cartoon 2018)

- Steven universe (Cartoon)

- Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

- Heartstopper (Webcomic)

- Heartstopper (TV)

- Ducktales (Cartoon 2017)

- The Song of Achilles - Madeleine Miller

- Discworld - Terry Pratchet

- Hiccup series - Cressida Cowell

- Barbie (Movie 2023)

- Nimona (2023)

- Nimona (Webcomic)

- OMORI (Video Game)

- A Short Hike (Video Game)

- Dead Poets Society (1989)

- とつくにの少女 I Totsukuni no Shoujo | The Girl from the Other Side (Manga)

- Stray (Video Game)

- If We Were Villains - M.L Rio

- Pride and Prejudice & related fandoms

- Adventure Time (Cartoon 2010)

- Cult of the lamb (Video Game)

- Girl Interrupted (1999)

- The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)

- My Little Pony Friendship is Magic (TV)

- Scott Pilgrim - All media types

- Ramshackle (Webseries)

- Good Omens (TV)

- Sonic (All Media Types)

- Formula 1 RPF

- Red White & Royal Blue - All media types

- Rainworld (Video Game)

- Beastars (All Media Types)

[foulbearobservation]

in the slasher fic, when does Lilith meet Superion, and how does Superion get this lanky wet pathetic feral child assassin (would Lilith count as an assassin?) to trust her?

Okay in my head. Suzanne doesn't start as a criminal. She has a wife, Jillian, and Jillian is the type of doctor who doesn't really care what you did to get injured, she will treat you as long as you have the money. (She isn't like a bad guy but she's not a good guy either. She's working towards her own goals, she needs capital, she's a doctor, it just works.)

And I think one day at the clinic a new patient comes in, skeevy guy, killer who thinks himself a prophet and an artist: Adriel. He comes into the clinic for an operation and Suzanne, who has long since stopped giving a shit about the clientele, hates this dude. While he's under for his operation, two visitors come in for him, an older man, a lieutenant: Vincent, and a child he's made into a killer: Lilith.

Alarm bells start going off immediately, Lilith can't be much older than Jillian's own son, she's barely more than a kid and there's already a thousand yard stare in those eyes. Suzanne tries to get the girl alone, tries to talk with her, but she's always interrupted by Vincent.

Throughout the years, that odd little trio comes in more and more. More often then not, it's Lilith who is injured.

It's on their eigth visit that Suzanne finally shoos the boys out of the room under the guise of "girl talk" and point blank asks Lilith "do you want to leave."

Lilith doesn't say anything but she just nods once.

It's enough. Suzanne slips the girl her phone number. They hatch a plan. Lilith will escape in the dead of night. Adriel and Vincent will assume her dead. Suzanne will protect her.

The plan goes poorly, of course it does, Lilith kills seven people on her way out. She's 19. She arrives at their clinic malnourished and haunted but alive. She keeps to herself, makes herself scarce most of the time. Anyone who makes trouble at Jillian's little illegal clinic is swiftly dispatched.

The process for Lilith to actually trust Suzanne is long, it takes years, but it starts there, I think, in a point blank question and an open hand.

[halloweenvalentine1997]

A recommended list of books I own and read

The Rainbow by D.H. Lawrence

Bleak House by Charles Dickens

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

I Never Promised You a Rose Garden by Joanne Greenberg

Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen

The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls

The Silver Star by Jeannette Walls

Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs

Just Kids by Patti Smith

Fatal Flowers by Rosemary Daniell

Suicide Blonde by Darcey Steinke

The Prince of Lost Places by Kathy Hepinstall

What Remains of Me by Alison Gaylin

Never Look Back by Alison Gaylin

If I Die Tonight by Alison Gaylin

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

I Am the Only Running Footman by Martha Grimes

The Deer Leap by Martha Grimes

The Old Contemptibles By Martha Grimes

The Anodyne Necklace by Martha Grimes

Help the Poor Struggler by Martha Grimes

And Then She Was Gone by Lisa Jewell

Watching You by Lisa Jewell

Invisible Girl by Lisa Jewell

The Truth about Melody Browne by Lisa Jewell

The Night She Disappeared by Lisa Jewell

The Family Upstairs by Lisa Jewell

A Judgment in Stone by Ruth Rendell

A Demon in my View by Ruth Rendell

Wonderland by Joyce Carol Oates

The Accursed by Joyce Carol Oates

The Doll Master by Joyce Carol Oates

Night Gaunts by Joyce Carol Oates

The Female of the Species by Joyce Carol Oates

Pursuit by Joyce Carol Oates

High Lonesome by Joyce Carol Oates

I Know You Know by Gilly Macmillan 

The Nanny by Gilly Macmillan

The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins

Into the Water by Paula Hawkins

A Slow Fire Burning by Paula Hawkins

She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb

The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Following Team Orders ~ Las Vegas

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Two weeks prior… Saturday 

There are two things Ransom hates: losing and Steve Rogers. The man had been a thorn in his side for the last couple of years, almost beating him for championships, almost having his girl. If he thought he could murder the bastard and get away with it, he would. He was even costing him sleep.  He had dreamt that he had Liv underneath him, moaning his name like she used to when Rogers interrupted them in her trailer.  As soon as he saw the fucker, he woke up, hard and pissed.  He decided to take a walk around the hotel.  As he went to check his phone, he heard a door open.  He moved behind a doorway and peak over.  

And fury consumed him. 

Rogers was coming out the door, hair disheveled, big smile on his face.  Small hands pull him back and turn him around. The couple kiss and Ransom sees it as an opportunity to fuck Rogers by showing it to Liv. Except when Rogers pulls away, it's Liv he sees in the room.  He took a series of photos and decided that this was the perfect opportunity.  

After Ransom gets his coffee, he sent a message to Lance, Lloyd and Suzanne. 

Have news. Meet in my room. 

As Ransom stood in the window, looking over the Mexico City skyline, he smiled to himself. A plan was forming, and he was confident it could work.  A knock brought him out of his thoughts, and he went to the door. He opened it and ushered everyone in. “What is going on Ranny?” Suzanne whined. 

“Shut the fuck up Suzy,” Ransom growled. “I have some important shit so can it.”  He picked up his phone and pulled up the photos.  “I found a way to fuck over Rogers and get rid of Olivia.”  He showed the group the pictures.  

“Holy fuck!” Lance looked up at Ransom. “Why are you smiling?” 

“Because if the FIA made Rogers sign the same contract as me, there is a non-fraternization clause. If that’s the case, then this,” picking up the phone, “is our way to getting rid of Rogers, Olivia, Barnes and the whole Red Bull team. We can pick up their sponsors, their money and really be the top team in F1. And if it doesn’t, well then it just fucks them over and I’m ok with that too.” Ransom bite into the Danish he had.  

Lloyd started to laugh. “Damm sunshine, you are going to make Mercedes unstoppable.” He looked at the photos.  “I have a contact at ESPN. Let’s do this. That little beauty insulted me, that prick almost has the championship.” Lloyd growled. “Time for this love story to end.”  

Las Vegas – Thursday before race 

Andy is sitting inside the main office for FIA at the Las Vegas track.  He was sitting, staring out to Las Vegas skyline, wondering what fresh hell he was being sent to.  The door opened but he didn’t turn. “Mr. Barber?” That’s when he turned.  

Jenny Williams stood in the doorway.  “Jenny?” 

“Hi Andy.” She looked tired but determined.  

He hugged the oldest Williams girl. “What are you doing here Jen?” 

“I’m representing Livie for the investigation.  You can only represent one of them, according to the guidelines, but we need to figure out if they violated their contracts with Red Bull or the FIA.”  

“Right.”  Andy looked down at the binders in front of him. “I’ve looked over Rogers’s contract. There is nothing in his contract that states he can’t have a consensual relationship with another driver. Steve’s reputation has been clean.”  

“Then why are the reports indicating he’s violating a morality clause?”  Jenny pulled a report from ESPN.  

“Contracts have a behavioral morality clause, like for drunken behavior, fighting, that sort of thing.” Andy stood up and started to pace. “The only one I’ve heard who had an amendment to theirs was Drysdale when Olivia joined the drivers’ league. Since they had history, the FIA added the clause, under Drysdale’s objections, of course.”  

Jenny wrote that down.  “Liv doesn’t have that clause, but this still won’t lose its teeth.  They are going to call for collusion.”  

“They are teammates.  Their main goal is to win, for the team to win.  It's bullshit Jenny.”  Andy was fuming.  

“And that’s the argument I will start with.” Jenny put her pen down. “But since they were hiding, it looks bad.” 

Andy put his hands on his hips and bowed his head.  “I know Steve.  I know how much he hated her before he gave into his feelings. And Liv, she just wouldn’t hook up with another driver. I don’t know how they can suddenly love each other.”  

Jenny could see how much Andy cared for his drivers but was blind. “You obviously didn’t see them at dad’s funeral.  Steve was her support when she couldn’t keep going. When she needed someone to take care of her when she felt all alone. I know he was there, at the hospital, after her accident.  When he came in to see her and said goodbye to her because he wanted her to succeed.” 

“He did?” 

“Of course, he did.  Andy, they have been going in circles because of misunderstandings and assumptions.  They fought their way to this point.” Jenny massaged her temples.  “Red Bull records all of the team's radio transmissions, right?” 

“Yes,” Andy said slowly.  

“Perfect.  And can Steve and Liv communicate to each other?” 

“No, they can only hear if we open a channel to them both, but that rarely happens.”  

“What about in Austin?” 

Andy riffled through some papers.  “Here, the transcript of the race.  Liv and Steve never talked.  The only time they were even close to each other in the race was when Liv passed him after he spun.  He asked if he could catch her.”  

“Then this is proof that they didn’t conspire.”  Jenny closed her notebook.  “Dad would have wanted them to win.  Not just the race or the championship.  But in love too.”  

As Jenny and Andy were meeting, Liv, Steve, Nat, Bucky, Sam, Frank and Tony were all in Liv’s suite, discussing the inquiry.  

“It’s not fair,” Liv said as she paced the length of the room.  Everyone else was sitting, watching her go back and forth.  “They are doing this because I’m a woman.”  

“Baby, if that were true, you could sue the pants off the organization,” Steve replied in an attempt to calm her.  

“Bug, come on, sit,” Frank said, patting the seat between himself and Steve.  

“I can’t.”  Olivia was pacing to keep other emotions from emerging. “What if they say my points are invalid.  What if they say Steve’s are?  That would mean he would lose the championship and then we would lose the team one.  I would be a pariah and I’ll never get to race again.” 

Nat sighed.  “Liv, none of that is going to happen. Jenny is here to help with that, and you know she’ll put that big lawyer brain into full gear.  Andy is going to make sure nothing happens.  You just have to stay calm.”  

“Maybe I should quit.” Olivia’s words stunned the room.  “Maybe if I wasn’t here anymore, they will stop the inquiry and let Steve keep his points and then…” she swallowed... “then he could finish the season and win.”  She finally stopped pacing when she reached the window and looked at the city below.  

“Could you guys give us the room, please?”  Steve’s voice was stern, and no one questioned the request.  Only Bucky stopped to squeeze Steve’s shoulder before leaving the room.  “Olivia, come sit with me.”  She refused to acknowledge him.  “Olivia, right now.”  She looked up and he could see for the first time that there were tears in her eyes.  “Oh baby,” his tone softens.  He could see how much this was tearing her up inside.  He went to her and wrapped his arms around her as she finally cried.  

“Stevie, I didn’t mean… this all my…” he cut her off.  

“Sweetheart, this is not your fault. We didn’t do anything wrong. The press is blowing this up because of who we are.” He kissed her forehead. “Baby, look at me.”  Her pink-ringed eyes looked up at him. “Our life, this relationship goes beyond the track.  I would do anything for you. I would walk away right now just to see you smile.  The championship doesn’t mean anything if you are not right there with me. I love you so much that it hurts to be away from you.  So don’t quit, don’t leave. I’ll follow you anywhere.”  

“Really?” 

“Livie, you are my endgame.”   

“I am?” Her voice cracked.  

“You are baby.  I knew that from our first kiss.” 

Liv smiled.  “I knew from that moment too.”  

Steve kissed her softly, making sure to be gentle, to let her feel all the love he had for her.  This girl who came in like a breath of fresh air.  He could lie all he wanted but their first kiss wasn’t when he fell in love with her.  It was the first day they really met.  Her eyes blazed at him, showing the spark of fierceness, the way she didn’t back down, because she knew her worth.  She put him under her spell right then.  No matter how much he fought it, he has been in love with Olivia Williams for far longer than anyone knew.  She was his home.  He would gladly give up racing to be with her and help her achieve every goal.   

They stayed in that night. They ordered room service and kept to themselves, needing those final moments of peace before the flurry of press and fans descended upon them.  

Steve took his time, taking her apart, piece by piece, as he made love to his girl. It was soft, it was sweet, it was everything they needed that night.  As she slept, a sheet covering her torso, Steve looked out to the Vegas night sky. The flashing lights of the strip combined with the muted sounds provided the perfect lullaby that lulled Liv to sleep but kept Steve awake.  He wanted nothing more than to wake up from this nightmare.  He wanted Liv and himself to just race like before and finish on top, just like he planned.  He had no idea what was instore for them on the track.  He just hoped that they still had each other at the end of it.  

Andy started Sunday with a team meeting.  “I know this weekend has been rough on everyone.” He saw the crestfallen face of Liv and Steve, who sat in the back, holding hands. “Especially our drivers.  I have spoken to the Bartons, and they are standing behind Steve and Olivia. Our contracts don’t specifically state that they couldn’t have a relationship and we are standing behind that.”  

He cleared his throat as some of the crew began to speak.  “Just a sec. With that said, this doesn’t mean the FIA won’t be investigating.  They have informed us that they will start after today’s race.  What they find and what punishments will be endured are unknown, but I know this, we will appeal against any negative decisions made towards the drivers and the team.  We are one family here and we will continue that way.  Drivers, let’s get you warmed up. Crew chiefs, a word.  Everyone else, please do your final checks before the race starts.”  

Liv heads back into her garage and climbs up to her secret loft area.  She pulls out her phone and scrolls through all of the headlines.  

F1 PRINCESS IN RELATIONSHIP WITH RED BULL STAR 

IS ROGERS USING WILLIAMS HEIRESS TO STAY ON TOP? 

OLIVIA WILLIAMS: IS SHE BOUNCING FROM DRIVER TO DRIVER? SOURCES SAY SHE IS USING ROGERS TO GET TO DRYSDALE 

ARE THE NEW EAR FEMAL DRIVERS DISTRACTING TO THE SPORT OF F1 

OLIVIA AND STEVE: RACING’S NEW ROYAL COUPLE UNDER INVESTIGATION 

WILL THEY LAST? LIV WILLIAMS AND STEVE ROGERS IN TROUBLE ALREADY, CLAIMS SOURCE 

Liv could feel the tears threatening to fall.  One article accused her of using her father’s name while another claimed that she was using Steve to take his spot.  Another said she was doing it to get back at Ransom and how heartbroken he is. Others say she was paying off officials for her win.  

“You know,” her head whipped around to see her favorite ocean blue eyes staring at her, “if you let them get into your head, you are just going to prove them right.”  Steve crawled as best he could to laid down beside her.  

“Steve, they are saying I didn’t win on my own.  That Andy paid people off so I could win.  How could they say that?  Why would they tell these lies?” 

“I don’t know, love.”  He tucked her hair behind her ear.  “But you have to ignore it. You need to put your game face on and show them how wrong they are.”  

“Promise me.  Promise me that you won’t leave me when they tear me down.”  

“Never.” He kissed her. “C’mon, let’s kick this field’s ass and show them we are an unstoppable force.”  

The race went well for Red Bull with Steve and Liv finishing one-three with Charles in the middle.  The win was somber, with Liv just going through the motions.  As the drivers sat down in the press room, the tension became palpable.  The standard F1 reporters asked the first questions, like how the race was, was the track good, stuff like that.  It wasn’t until the floor was opened to the other reporters that Steve figured out what was wrong.  

The first reporter stood, “Adam Schefter, ESPN.  Congratulations Steve on the win.”  

“Thanks.”  

“Was it team orders that kept you in the lead?” 

“No, no orders were given.” Steve clenched his jaw.  Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Liv visibly tense.  

“Williams had the chance to pass a couple of times.  Was she told to stand down?” 

Steve wasn’t sure what to say before Liv spoke up. “I wasn’t told to do anything.  Rogers is an excellent driver, and I couldn’t get around him.”  

The next reporter, Maria Smith from AP Sports moved on to Charles.  Liv zoned out of the question until she heard. “Is it true that you had a previous relationship with Miss Williams?” Her heart stopped.  

Charles took a sip of water to calm himself before answering.  “I don’t know what that question has to do with the race.”  He cocked an eyebrow at the woman, who blushed and sat.  

“I would like that answer,” a man from NBC Sports stood up. “Did you have a relationship with Miss Williams that could affect whether she allowed you to score more points?” 

Liv bit her lip to stop from screaming at the man and keep the tears at bay. Charles looked at Liv to see her broken expression and grew angry.  “Olivia and I are friends, just like most of the drivers here are. She wouldn't give us an edge if she can help it.  She is here to race and to win, that’s it.  This line of questions is inappropriate.”  

“So, you are saying that there is not a relationship between you and her, but you are ok that a relationship formed between her and Rogers?”  The reporter was egging them on, and Steve knew it.  

He stood up, palms down on the desk in front of him.  “Our relationship is none of your business.  Olivia and I...” he stopped to look at her and she watched him with heartbroken eyes. “Olivia and I are in a committed relationship.  I love this woman, and I will not sit here and allow you to try and take her apart. She is a fantastic racer, a history maker, a trailblazer.  She has done it all while men like you tried to keep her down.  Fuck, even I tried to keep her down, but she fought back for everything she has earned.  She is respected among her colleagues, and she has done her job. These interviews are over.”   

He stepped back, went to Olivia and took her hand and walked her out of the press room, while questions were flung at them.  Charles followed and Olivia buried her head in Steve’s chest.  “I am so sorry Livie,” Charles said.  

“Thank you for standing up for her,” Steve said, when he could feel the sobs coming from her.  

“We’ll all stand up for her, punk.”  Steve looked up to see Bucky with the other drivers.  They all patted Liv’s back as they marched into the press room.  Steve heard Bucky as he declared with the other drivers that they would no longer be interviewing them bar official statements for their treatment of Olivia. Conspicuously absent are the Mercedes drivers.  

As the group walked away, Andy and Jenny came up to the couple.  “Great race, guys but I have some news.” Andy swallowed.  “The FIA has decided to open an official investigation. They have a complaint and, well, with the pictures, they had no other choice. I’m sorry Liv but you are suspended pending the conclusion of the investigation.”  

“But there are only two races left,” Steve complained.  

“I understand but...” Liv silenced him with her hand.  

“It’s ok Andy.  Did we ask for expedition?” Jenny answered with a nod. “Well, then I will head home to California.  Doesn’t look like any reason to travel to Brazil at this point.”  Steve gripped her hand and walked with her.  

“I won’t leave your side Love Bug.”  

“But the championship...” 

“There is nothing bigger than us right now.”  

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[blackoctober-blog]

Girls Karaoke Night

(This time, to the scene from when the girls start to sing at karaoke, I recommend you guys to read this part while listening ''Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!'' by ABBA to get an enjoyable experience. Believe on me, you won't regret. 😄)

Our story begins some few months after Alex and Suzanne ended their relationship since they had a terrible fight. It was a weekend night, which it was supposed to be funny and exciting, since no school or job - Well, not to Suzanne. Even her being the most book worm that Cloverfield School knew, she wanted to have a funny night, at least.

Alex had caused her so many damage that inside, she was still a bit scared to be alone. Jill and Rose always told her about his reputation. How couldn't she listen her friends before?

"And I thought they were tryin' to ruin my relationship with him. Oooh Suzanne, how could you be so stupid? They were tryin' to protect you." She sighed while drinking some juice. Your frustration was very higher, and if it was enough she got his uglier mark on her face. She've wished she could take some knife and cut her skin off just to clean from all his dirtiness.

"No, no, Suzie. It was just a lot for your mind. Please, breath." She calmed to herself, walking right-to-left over and over until she needed to relax, however her relaxation were interrupted by the phone call.

"Hello?"

"Hi, dear!!" It came a familiar and excited voice. It was her older friend Jill. Suzanne sighed in relief and then, she grinned in response to the girl from other call line.

"Hi, Jill! How are things goin'?''

"Oh, doing great as you can imagine. Dear, Rose and me were planning to join a karaoke bar to get some food and have fun together. Would you like to join us?" Suzanne was thinking to give polite denials as excuse to studying or watching some TV, but after Jill told about saying that it would go just three of them - the blonde changed of idea and accepted the invitation. She was genuinely needing to relax and distress her mind that night.

Then, Jill explained that her and Rose would drive to take her from home to few minutes. Turned the calling off, Suzanne started to change her visual to her usual bell bottoms, high heels and her favorite blouse, then she've passed some simple makeup and brushed her long hair.

"Perfect!" She thought, praising about her look but then her eyes followed to the big scar, where Suzanne covered with her hand. "Neither makeup was enough to this crap. Damn you, Alex!" She bang her knuckle on table so loud that even her mother, Mrs. Jones could hear from living room.

"Honey, what's wrong there? Is everything okay?" She was watching some Game Show at TV while her younger sister was reading some magazine and listening any music.

"No, Mama. It was just some bug that appeared on my table and I've killed it." She said, screaming enough to Mrs. Jones hear. The older woman agreed and returned to watch her favorite show. Suzanne decided to make the last check to make sure that she's looking decent, at least. Then she finished to brushing her hair and sprayed some perfume around - Outside, the beep-beep could be heard throught window. Jill was pushing the horn many times, excited to take her friend. Suzanne waved back and went downstairs, saying goodbye both to her mother and sister.

"Wow, Miss Jones!! You're looking incredible!!" Said Jill in high tone, completely cheerful about the blonde girl.

"Do you think so?" Suzanne blushed shyly.

"Girl, you'll gonna kill it!" Exclaimed Rose, who was also smoking some cigarette as Jill. Suzanne laughed from her friends's praises and entered to Jill's car - the brunette girl played some random songs until they drove to "Josh Berry's Karaoke Bar", a new restaurant bar that turned popular between single and young people after the manager brought some karaoke session and gave more opportunity to newer bands as stairway to musical success.

"Here we came, girls!" Said Jill. The place were filled from dancing people and a lot of upbeat and disco music, Jill parked her automobile next from others four cars from primary colors as red, blue, light blue and yellow. The trio left the car and went in to the local. Inside, the girls sat on table and some kind waitress came to attend the trio.

"So, which would the ladies order for?" She asked while holding the notes.

"Well, we're gonna have some pepperoni with some green onions and extra Texas cheddar." Said Jill, Suzanne thought to ask for some extra onion and lettuce salad but once the party was killing that night, she decided to take an exception and agreed with her friend. Rose finished their drinks to be three Pepsi cans.

"Great! Your order will come in few minutes. Have a great night, chicks!" Said the waitress, that ripped the papper from note and left to go on kitchen.

Forty-five minutes later, the pizza and three Pepsi's finally arrived on their table. The trio enjoyed the food as they hadn't eat for like, 40 years and after to dining their pizza, Jill decided to join some karaoke with her friends. Rose declined for thinking her voice sucked to sing, so she told Suzanne to replace. Embarassed, Suzanne also declined but Jill agreed that she heard her friend singing on girl's bathroom from school and she always thought her voice was beautiful to listen.

Even towards her shyness, Suzanne agreed to take a chance, in the end, she needed to take her emotions a bit out beyond the song. The chosed song was ''Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!" by ABBA. Now there was Jill and Suzanne up from the stage, holding their mics and the audience waiting for the music. The DJ started to play the song, as Rose and the whole audience got surprised, Jill was excited but Suzanne was a bit insecure to singing - however, Jill held the blonde's hand and winked to her as a support's signal, the blonde grinned and then, they started singing. This time, Jill wanted Suzanne to get more confident about herself and gave all the focus to her friend while she would be like background vocal.

This time, if Suzanne started as shy and afraid to get mocked, it's like she forgot her fear on anywhere to focus on the music's rhythm thanks Jill's support. The girls sang and danced their own performance like it was just them and their friend Rose, Rose was so proud from the girls that she took some camera and started filming the show to save on their adventures' tapes, Oh she couldn't lose this moment.

Coincidentally, some miles from the girls' table - there was James and his football peers. James and the rest from the boys went to get some beers and have more fun, once it was weekend night. While the boys were laughing and others dancing throught the music' sound, the brunet boy recognized the singing girls on stage. and while the girls were repeating ''Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight'', his eyes followed until Suzanne and focused his attention towards her. Her confidence, voice, for such a book worm, James couldn't help but getting more and more attracted about thar girl each day for day and when the song ended, a lot of applauses and whistles.

And then, they left on stage to walk back to their table. The DJ returned to play more disco and rock songs and during the way, Suzanne got her throat dried and decided to buy some water's bottle to barman. After getting the bottle, accidentely Suzanne and James bumped each other enough to make the bottle to feel down.

"Oh, pardon me, sir." She said, apologizing for the accident.

"Aww no problem, lady. Accidents always happen-'' Responded James with friendly and kind giggles. Without they noticed, both held hands to take the bottle and get up and when both recognized each other. James blushed completely reddened and highly shy about the girl while the blonde just kept quiet and staring with her eyes shining.

"Pardon me, Miss. I-I-I wasn't supposed and.... I gotta go. Good evening!" Suzanne told the boy to wait, however he walked so faster that disappeared between the crowd. She sighed in frustration, however she smiled for reminding the feel of his hand against hers.

"He was so tender and gentle. I bet he knows how to treat a girl respectfully.'' She thought, still blushing. Suzanne was determinated to meet him more times soon. However, her friends called for her and then, Suzanne returned to the girls and they enjoyed the rest of the night on that bar.

The End.

[snowflakewrites1381]

CHAPTER - 4

The Chaos

"Come on Laila, hit harder, you can do it!" Coach encouraged Laila.

Laila is putting all her strength to hit the boxing bag, drenching in sweat.

"Come on, Come on focus on your target and be sure"

Laila gave a hard punch, that made her coach mesmerize.

"Atta girl! Alright, Time up, see you tomorrow! Have rest, sweet heart!" coach said to Laila.

"Sure ma'am, Thank you" Laila sounded.

After good bye's session. Laila packed all her things in her bag and headed to her home.

Laila lives with her grand parents Suzanne Roberts, Milind Roberts. Her ancestors are from London, but they settled in England. Laila parents are died at car accident when she was 5 years old, from that day she is living with her grand parents. She is interested in creativity, arts, music since her childhood and mainly she is skilled in technical areas and martial arts. 

AFTER SOME TIME

"Hey, I'm home!" Laila sounded cheerfully.

"We are in kitchen!" Milind said.

"Hey, Gotcha! What are you doing, guys?"

"Umm, We are making break fast for you specially!" Suzanne said to laila.

"Thank you so much, but well I insisted you to take rest, I am not a kid any more, I can make breakfast myself" laila frowned at them.

"You will be always our little child, sweet heart!" Milind caressed Laila cheek.

"I wish I could see them, How happy I am now with you people!" 

"Awww.. don't cry, baby! your mother and father are watching from the sky, they will hear you definitely and they will bless you a prince charming as your husband" Suzanne said.

Laila giggled.

Suddenly Fluffy came to the kitchen from the laila bedroom. Fluffy is a small pomeranian .

"Oh, hey buddy all well?" Laila got down to caress fluffy.

Suddenly, it started barking loudly.

"Woah, What happen to you?"

All three of them are shocked and staring to each other.

"Hands up, Hands up!" some men entered into their house.

"Who are you?" Milind shocked.

"We are from CIA, Mr. Roberts! Please sit down!" Lloyd came up to them, showed his ID card and settled  himself on the chair, gesturing them to sit.

"What do you want?" Laila asked Lloyd.

"You?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you heard me right! I want you to work for me!"

"Sorry, You are mistaken. I am not that CIA related thing, Please don't waste our time and I will ask you gently to knock off from here"

"Well..." Lloyd stood and went near the window.

"Cupcake, I don't do requests kind of things, you got it? You will work for me to catch a bad guy, and you will be paid enough, and I am make sure of it!"

Milind and Suzanne glanced to each other.

"UGH! Why me? There are so many people outside, who are skilled more than me!"

"Hmm, that's true. But let me remind you one thing! You are the one who helped RAW people recently to catch the terrorist, right?"

"Oh! Is that true? laila?" Milind asked laila.

"Umm.. Yes grand dad!"

"So, technically! you did so many wonderful or else I would say honourable things to the society, so directly I came to you and asking you politely. What do you say?"

" laila? are you became sort of cop like that?" Suzanne asked shockingly.

"No No granny, Sorry for keeping this secret, But as a techie and martial artist expert, I will help some people to catch the criminals"

"Oh, pretty girl"

"Enough these sentiments, And I would like to hear your answer" Lloyd interrupted them.

"She will come, big boy!" Milind said.

"What? No No I am not leaving you, you are the only thing I have!" Laila yelled.

"Remember, honey. You are so strong than you believe, you can do it! Go with him! Don't think about us, darling" Suzanne said confidently.

Laila nodded and said "I am ready"

"Perfecto, let's wind up the session. You have 5 minutes, we will be waiting outside, come quick" Jensen said.

"Ok" laila sounded.

Lloyd and his team members left the house and waiting outside.

"I am so sorry for keeping this se---" Suzanne kept her index finger on Laila lips to make her stop.

"I know you are talented and you can live without us, you are god gift to us!" Milind joined Suzanne and laila.

"Thank you, grand pa! Love you too"

"Go pack your bags and enjoy the ride" Milind chuckled.

"I hope, It's a good ride"

AFTER SOME TIME

"Where are we going?" Laila came near to the Lloyd team.

"Prague, you should not ask this kind of things, cupcake. Your job is to follow our orders, okay?"

"Oh, Is it? then what about if I drop, right now?"

Lloyd came near to her and kept his thumb finger on her lips and rubbing gently "I will make sure that, I will keep your pretty mouth shut!"

Without hesitation she took the knife from her pocket and tried to threaten him but Lloyd stopped her ."Don't talk to me like that, okay? I am not your personal thing like that!" she said while struggling to release from him. Lloyd holded her tightly with his arms.

Even though, she is a skilled martial artist, but Lloyd is much more skilled than her in all ways, so it's like a rat trap, when any one mess with Lloyd.

"Nah Nah, Sunshine! You belong to my team, that means technically YOU ARE MINE, AM I CLEAR ENOUGH? Huh?" Lloyd whispered to her ear.

"Argh!" she escaped from his grip.

"Atta Girl, Let's go!" Lloyd commanded.

Prague 

11.00 AM

They reached to Lloyd's mansion.

"This is your room, If you want any thing, call us. We will be living in ground floor" Nick said to Laila.

Laila is awestruck by the room, It was huge and royal.

"Sure! But I want a phone and laptop, needed though!" Laila smirked.

"Ugh! I will inform to boss"

"Sure!"

And then he left the room.

Laila jumped on the big bed and sighed "Oh Jesus! What will happen next!?"

Thank you for reading...:)

[camposdejasmim]

[vrisbian]

Ok but if Louis was a woman, a Louisa, Id have her played by Winona Ryder in that world’s 1994 Interview With a Vampire

[qyllenhaal]

Good Wives Club [5]

Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 6.5k.

Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter Four || Chapter Six

Summary: It’s been more than a year since she’s escaped the ghost of her past but life is never fair to a girl like her. Lee doesn’t care that she has a husband, a nice house, and sugary fake friends, he wants what’s rightfully his.

Content (this chapter): Infidelity, mentions of sex (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), period-typical misogyny, suggestive moments.

"Do you think something is going on with them?"

"Not a chance. She's practically a little girl. Have you seen the way she dresses? How she managed to find a man to marry her is a miracle only God can impart."

The two women debated on whether or not they should tell the sheriff's wife what one of them saw. Florence has not been particularly nice to them, but women like them stick together. It was any other woman talking to her husband in the store, they would've kept it to themselves, maybe even laughed about it a bit. But, that girl, the one who they don't know the name of, was the one who was spotted talking to Lee in the store.

Imagine Suzanne's surprise when she saw the unmistakable figure of sheriff Lee Bodecker talking to someone over the shelf. She was dumbfounded until she walked herself back a few steps and saw that girl down the aisle, also talking over the shelf. Suzanne had no idea what they were talking about, it could have been something completely innocuous, but she knew she had seen something she wasn't supposed to and that is good gossip to bring back to her girl friends.

"You should tell Florence," Mae nods to the woman sorting through a rack of clothes a few feet away from them.

Suzanne was hesitant when considering actually telling Florence. She's not sure how she'll react. But, she begins to walk over to her anyway.

Florence was preoccupied looking for a new pair of work pants that Lee would like when she noticed the presence of the two women. She looked up to see the women who lived three blocks away from her.

"Suzanne, Mae! How are you two!" Florence's voice was sweet, but the last thing she wanted was to be bothered by these two women. Suzy wasn't able to join her so she was annoyed that she had to go out alone. Her smile doesn't falter however as she waits for their answer.

"We're wonderful Flo, keeping warm in this weather!"

"That's great! Is there anything I can help you with?"

The women went silent and looked at each other. Florence thought they looked like children working up the courage to confess that they broke a window or their mother's favorite vase. Florence was quickly losing patience as she just wanted to get back to looking for Lee some work clothes.

"Were you with Lee at the store two days ago?"

Florence was unsure where this conversation was going. Now she was less concerned with resuming her shopping and more with what Suzanne had to say, "I was at the store, but not with Lee. Why?" She furrows her brow as she waits to hear more.

"I saw him at the store talking to someone-"

"He was talking to that young girl who moved into town not that long ago!" Mae butts in although she wasn't there at all. She was so eager to see Florence's reaction that she just couldn't help it although this is Suzanne's story and not hers. Suzanne shoots her a look that shuts her up.

"I saw him talking to someone but he was alone in the aisle," Suzanne continued after being interrupted. "I walked to the other side and he was talking to that pharmacist's wife."

While she was wrong on some of the details, there was no denying who she was talking about. She was talking about Y/n.

Florence honestly thought Suzanne was going to tell her something that didn't matter. Like Lee was talking to some man they've never seen before or something like that. But he was talking to the woman that she spent the entire day with. Y/n didn't say anything about it to her which pissed her off. That's her husband. So why wouldn't Y/n tell her about their encounter?

"He was probably looking for you, but I'd keep my eye on that girl. You know that young girls like older men," Suzanne warned.

Florence felt like she had been spit in the face. She had nothing to say to the two women. Mae was fighting back a smile from forming on her face, one that Florence wanted to smack off of her face. She was enjoying Florence being blindsided by this and if it was just the two of them then Florence would chew her out and promise to make the rest of her life living in Brewer Heights hell. But, Florence keeps her demeanor calm and keeps her attention on Suzanne who at least looks sympathetic.

"I'm sure it was nothing," Florence dismisses them, much to their surprise. That isn't how Florence feels, but she's going to save face in front of these women. "Y/n is a good girl, she wouldn't do anything to hurt my family, nor would she do anything to hurt her husband."

Suzanne and Mae looked at each other as they both had the same thought: Florence is an idiot.

Mae found it funny how Florence referred to her and Lee as a "family", but not Y/n and her husband despite none of the couples having kids. Florence and Lee have been married for such a long time and have yet to have kids. Mae pities the woman, even though she can be a bitch sometimes.

"Well, we hope everything goes fine. Have a great day Florence."

The two women left her alone to deal with the fact that her husband and the girl she's brought into her friend circle did something to betray her trust. She can't figure out why Y/n said absolutely nothing about seeing and talking to her husband in the store when they were there together that day. Florence expects Lee to be secretive, but it's never about things like this. Everything Suzanne said felt like an ominous warning. There's just no way Lee would go for a girl like Y/n over her. He's not young anymore, and even then Florence has always been the woman he wants.

-

Y/n wore her best dress, the pale green one she bought from Fiona's. She hates to admit it, but what Florence had picked out for her looks really good.

She made an honest attempt at doing her make-up like Florence and Suzy do. and she feels like she executed it perfectly. She finished off her look with a pair of earrings given to her as a wedding gift. She looks very pretty — much different from her usual day-to-day look.

"What time do you need to be there?"

Lou stepped into the room, interrupting the quietness of their bedroom. Y/n turned around to look at him. It was his day off and he was in his plainclothes. She has a sense of newfound confidence and she'd much rather do something around town with her husband so he can show her off. However, he would say no and think she's crazy to turn down an outing with Florence and her friends.

"Florence told me two o'clock...so I guess we can leave in about fifteen minutes."

He responds by just nodding his head. He's staring at her in a way she's only seen a handful of times before. It's a look a man gives a woman when he doesn't know if he wants to treat her like a gentleman should or if he wants to fuck her in a rough manner. Y/n has had many men look at her like, but very few of them were able to make her heart race. Lou walks towards her and grabs her jaw to tilt her head up towards him.

"Is that a new lipstick?"

Y/n nods her head, shocked by the most intimacy she's had with her husband in maybe two weeks now. She feels weakened by his touch. It feels so familiar although he's never commented on the color on her lips before.

The feeling of deja vu almost makes her sick to her stomach. A moment of Lee grabbing her jaw, staring down at her, and telling her how pretty her lips look flashes in her head. She must've forgotten about it because of all the moments they've had together, that wasn't one of the most pertinent. But, now she's able to erase her husband's face and replace it with Lee's. It makes her pull herself out of Lou's grasp and turn back to the mirror attached to her vanity.

"I don't want to ruin my makeup," she says trying to play off how spaced out she is now.

"Well, I'll be waiting for ya downstairs," Y/n doesn't watch him walk away but she can hear him leaving until the wooden floor is no longer creaking. "You look very pretty today." His compliment is not acknowledged as Y/n powders her face as a distraction.

Lou drops her off at the right place this time, but she almost wishes he hadn't. It's not her looks that she's worried about this time, but how she'll fare socially around three additional women.

This was the weekly luncheon Florence had with her friends. Y/n felt like she was being welcomed to the big girl's table and she looked the part too. She sees her reflection in the diner's window and she looks like an unknown version of herself. Maybe this is how she would've been dressed if she had accepted a few men's offer to move her to the city. Maybe she was always destined to look like some prim housewife.

She can also see the group of women waiting for her through the window. Florence and Suzy are easily recognizable, but there are two faces she doesn't know and one that feels menacing. She can barely remember the woman's name since it's been months, but she is one of them women who lives in her neighborhood and shunned her when she first moved to town. She was cold and stuck-up, no wonder why Florence liked to hang around her.

She's not as brave as she wishes she was, but Y/n is ready to go in there to prove that bitch wrong. She wants to see her face drop when she sees how good she looks; how expensive her outfit is.

She opens the door to the diner and multiple pairs of eyes instantly land on her due to the bells attached to the door. Y/n pretended like she was walking into her old job. Pretending to be a woman she's not had been a defense mechanism she learned on the job. It's been a while since she's had to do that so she can't help but feel a little fake.

"Good afternoon!" She greets them with a warm voice. Her voice didn't shake like it did the morning she met up with Florence and Suzy.

Y/n's eyes went directly to the three women so she could see their reaction to her. She wondered if they were worse than Florence or if they're going to be nice to her just because Florence is. Their stares, however, were very judgmental. Even Florence faked a smile at Y/n's appearance when she first met her.

"I hope you don't mind we started without you! Come sit next to me," Suzy offers. Suzy pretend like everything was fine more than Florence did. Y/n figures it's so she doesn't get her feelings her.

"Martha, Terry, Beth, this is Y/n," Florence introduces her as Y/n sits in the seat next to Suzy. W is on the other side of Suzy whole Martha and Terry are on the opposite side of the table with Florence.

"It's nice to meet you three."

"You're the girl in my neighborhood, correct? Your husband owns the pharmacy," Terry says. The name is somewhat familiar now that Y/n hears it.

"His father owns it, but yes, my husband works at the pharmacy."

"You're new to Brewer Heights, aren't you? How long have you been here?"

The three strangers are very inquisitive. Y/n knows it's not because they care or that they're interested, they are just a nosy group of women. Terry probably knows more about her then she lets on, but Y/n plays along. If it were up to her, she wouldn't hangout with these women. Hell, she'd much prefer to be around Lee's sister Sandy. But she must admit that it feels nice to belong. Being invited out to shopping trips and lunches means that she belongs. After being alienated for so long, even when she was conversing with strangers all night and fucking a small circle of men, belonging felt like redemption.

They had put their lunch orders in and the group of women became much more relaxed after somewhat interrogating Y/n. They were not an easy crowd to please, but figured they ought to approve of the young girl since Florence does.

"Oh Y/n that's a very pretty dress. Where did you get it from?" Martha asked curiously.

"I bought it from Fiona's-"

"I suggested she buy it," Florence interrupted her despite being in her own conversation with Terry and Beth.

Y/n was miffed by Florence wanting to desperately take credit. She may have helped, but it was Y/n who made the final decision to get it, not her. And it was bold of her to brag about it after what she said to Y/n. She acted like she was so kind and doing her a favor but fails to acknowledge dredging up an insecurity for Y/n. Y/n wonders if Florence doesn't know that or if she just doesn't care.

Still, Florence invited her out to lunch which makes Y/n unsure of her true intentions. One minute she can show that she can be a cold-hearted bitch and the next minute she's the kindest woman within a 20 mile radius. Y/n knows that there is no way her demeanor is 100% authentic, but she would like a clearer image on how Florence feels about her.

Everything feels surreal, like she's in a realistic dream that sometimes becomes a nightmare. Never would she have imagined that the wife of the man who she used to fuck, who happens to the sheriff, would be inviting her out to lunch and giving her fashion advice. She sits among some of the most well-known women in Brewer heights and is seemingly accepted by them; even the one who turned her nose away from her in the beginning. Life has a strange way of working out.

The waitress delivered their food and for the first time since Y/n sat down with them, their conversations became hushed. But, that didn't last for long as the women resumed gossiping right after they finished.

What surprised Y/n was how raunchy their conversations could get. They liked to talk about sex and it was clear they talked about it a lot.

"Raquel told me her husband used his tie as a blindfold and he fucked her just like that," Terry whispered just loud enough for everyone at the table to hear it. They all seemed to be enamored about the topic of sex; especially when it comes to other people's sex lives.

"You know, I'm not hippy, but they've got the right idea about dirty sex. Tom is so boring that sometimes I wish I could just slap him. I just want to be ravished! Is that too much for a woman to ask for!?"

"All men care about is getting theirs and then rolling over to go to sleep. The only time my husband likes to fuck is if we're trying for a baby — but I'm almost 40! There are no more pregnancies in my future."

"Well, I should have definitely married my husband's brother instead. His wife is always happy and bragging about what he's got down there."

Terry, Beth, and Martha talked about their husbands with so much disdain. Y/n would put money on it that their husbands have come to Tecumseh at least once or twice looking for a woman to fuck and then complain to about their "prudish" wives. This was the first time she was experiencing these complaints from the other side.

Y/n thought it was kind of sad to hear them talk about their dissatisfaction with intimacy, but it's not much different for her either. While she did cum every time she and Lou had sex, it was rare that they had sex. He always said he was either too busy or stressed. It makes her feel like it's her fault whenever he rejects her. Her rejection explains why she thinks about Lee so much.

"Sex with Lee is...it's been okay lately because he's so busy, but when he has a light workload, he's always taking me to bed."

The women giggles like teenage girls over a positive statement of one of their sex lives. Y/n fake a smile although she found herself feeling jealous. There was no way, she wholeheartedly believes, that Lee either fucked Florence as rough and hard like he did her. Maybe when they were first dating, but definitely not once they settled into their marriage. All the things Lee told her about his wife after they were cooling down in the backseat of his cruiser, there is no way those two have a perfect sex life. Confidence replaced her jealousy once she realized that she had the ability to call Florence's bluff. Of course she wouldn't do that, but having that secret made her smile to herself.

"What about you Y/n? How is your husband?"

Y/n didn't expect to be asked about her sex life. They seemed so content being able to complain about their sex lives freely, she thought they wouldn't have cared to hear about hers.

"Things are fine. Lou gets stressed though and I usually just give him a handjob to make him feel better."

"Are you two trying for kids?" Terry's question is rather invasive, but no one chatisizes her for asking it, instead they lean in and wait for Y/n's answer.

"Not right now. We talked about it and decided that we'll start next year...around spring time."

It was a lie, but Y/n did not want to hear them try to lecture her about getting older and men wanting kids.

Terry then asks a question that's even more invasive, "was he your first?" These are all the things she probably wanted to ask when she saw Y/n was the new face in the neighborhood.

"No," Y/n answers honestly. "I dating someone before I met Lou, and he was my first boyfriend." Right before she began working at Tecumseh, Y/n was dating a boy she considered to be her high school sweetheart. He had taken her virginity and he promised he was going to marry her someday. Then he joined the military and she hadn't seen him since 1958. She can only assume that he's dead or is somehow living a life with a wife and family.

"Dan wasn't my first either," Suzy admits, "but I sure did tell him he was!"

"Let's be honest, we've all done something before being married. Tom was so handsome back when we were 20, there was no way I was going to wait until marriage to screw him."

"We probably aren't our husband's first either. And, if they turn out to be like Marie's husband, then we won't be their last either."

Only one of the women at the table has for sure been cheated on, and that's Florence, but she doesn't know it. They laugh about the prospect of their husband's cheating on them, but if Y/n let it slip that the sheriff to fuck her in the late hours of the night, Florence would flip the table.

Florence didn't like where this conversation was going. Her time with her girlfriends’ was supposed to serve as a distraction. She’s been bothered by that encounter with Suzanne and Mae since it happened. She had already invited Y/n to this lunch before it happened, but she wanted to lie to her and tell that it was canceled. If her husband has wandering eyes then it’s really not Y/n’s fault, is it? The girl’s voice breaks whenever she talks, Florence finds it hard to believe Y/n would be able to show her face, let alone look her in the eyes, if she was trying to make a move on her husband.

"I've got a good girlfriend in Columbus and she said her and her husband been swingin'. They both fuck other married couples, but it's not cheating because everyone agreed to it! Isn't that crazy?" Martha seemed more enamored with the concept than her words let on. It sounds like something that would only work in a book series, not real life.

"That just sounds ridiculous. How can she trust her husband not to fuck one of the wives behind her back, and how can he trust her not to do the same with one of the husbands?"

"I don’t know. She says they trust each other and they only do it once every two weeks. She told me they plan on doing it more when Jack goes off to college. It's bizarre, but it truly doesn't sound like an awful idea if it works out, ya know? No one gets their feelings hurt because everyone is getting fucked! And, it's even better if the husbands are handsome."

“Which husband would you even take to bed in this town?” Suzy asked, making the table go silent. It’s written all over their faces that they at least have one man in mind who they would risk their marriages for. Everyday life can be so mundane, so they search for excitement in any little thing; that’s why they gossip so much.

“No one better say my husband,” Terry warns. Out of all of their husbands, Terry’s husband was the most coveted among other women in town. If they heard how Terry talked about him then they’d think she’s crazy. Lee may not be the most coveted, but he is the most revered so no one would say him either.

“Harold Johns is one good looking man, and he’s so tall,” Suzy says dreamily with a dazed look in her eyes. “All I need is one night with him and I’ll be completely satisfied.”

They went around the table and talked about men they found more attractive than their husbands as if they were sharing something with the class. Once they got to Florence she shut them down much to her friend’s annoyance. They should know by now that Florence would never talk down on Lee with this many people around.

“You’re no fun Flo! There has to be someone you find more attractive than Lee.”

“I love my husband. He’s the only man for me, and I think he’s the most handsome man in the county. Plenty of women think so too,” Florence looked around the table to see each one of her friend’s reactions until she stopped on Y/n. “Would you fuck my husband, Y/n?”

All eyes went to her, making Y/n struggle to answer with a strong, “no.” Florence singled her out for a reason and it freaked Y/n out.

"Well,” it’s Martha’s voice that breaks the tension in the air, “Beth, I wouldn't fuck your husband, but I would fuck your brother-in-law and his big cock."

The women laughed at the joke while Y/n was shocked, nearly shaken to her core. She’s happy the pressure is off of her now, but she wonders for how long Florence is going to keep digging at her before something goes wrong.

-

The kitchen smelled like strawberries and sweet Vanilla. Y/n hopes she can clean up the mess she’s made before her husband gets home. Flour and confectioners sugar coat the counters and dust the floors. Even if he walks into this mess, she hopes he’s appreciative of the effort she’s putting into trying something new.

Y/n decided to explore more of the town center’s whenever she and Lou go down there. The library was huge and she remembers Florence talking about a recipe book she got from there. Lou was kind of annoyed at the amount of time it took for the librarian to sign his wife up for a library card, but he didn’t complain when he saw the two recipe books she came out with. In his eyes, he saw that as her time with Florence having a positive influence on her. And in a way it was. Her husband doesn’t know how mean and bitter the lady can be, but not knowing how Florence might act does keep Y/n in line. Sometimes she’s more focused on keeping Florence pleased than her own husband.

She’s decided to show off that she's capable by trying to make French Macarons. She’s never had them before, but they were hard to make according to Florence. Y/n’s subconscious need to have one over on Florence made her a bit daring. She can’t tell her that she use to fuck her husband just a few years ago, although it would be fun to watch her face crack at the confession. This is why she tries her hardest. She’s failed plenty of recipes before, but she can admit she didn’t put much effort into it in the past.

Y/n thought she’d be in the kitchen for hours, but it doesn’t take that long which feels like a good sign. Her hands are steady as she follows the instruction to fill the middle before sandwiching the airy cookies together. She only made vanilla and strawberry macarons, but she made quite a lot and they taste unlike anything she’s had before. Y/n is completely impressed with herself, such a weird feeling to have but it’s a good one. The bitch in her was smiling knowing she made a successful attempt on a recipe Florence claimed to have struggled with.

“It smells like a bakery in here.”

Y/n didn’t hear the front door open, nor did she hear Lou walking through the house. His voice makes her jump, but she quickly composes herself and smiles at him.

“I’m trying out a new recipe; they’re called macarons. You can try the ones on the counter.”

Lou looked somewhat skeptical. He wasn’t one to try new things, but he couldn’t deny her offer. She looked different. She looked more done up and pretty. Y/n wouldn’t normally dress herself up just to stay at home in the kitchen. The apron protected her dress, the pretty expensive one from Fiona’s. Lou was too pleased by her appearance to be concerned with the messy kitchen table.

“What did you say these were called again?”

“Macarons…do you like them?” Y/n held her breath as she nervously played with her hands. She was feeling optimistic, but had prepared herself for him to reject them.

“They’re really good. Especially the strawberry ones. Where did you come up with the ideas to make these?”

Oh, he would be so pleased if she opened her mouth to say she was inspired by Florence to make them. It’s true, but it wouldn’t be in the way that he thinks. She lies and says she just thought they simply looked good. He accepted her answer, too enamored by the taste of the treat she made for him. He wants to come home everyday to the kitchen smelling like he’s on the set of one of the cooking shows. This is the first time in a long time that he feels grateful to have her.

“I made quite a bit. I don’t know what we’re going to do with all of these,” Y/n gestures to the maracons already made. It was probably a few dozen, and there was still one last batch in the oven baking at the moment.

“You should take them to your friends; Florence and Suzy. I’m sure they’d enjoy them.”

Y/n wasn’t really feeling up to seeing them, but how could she gloat to Florence if she doesn’t show off her work.

“Okay, but not right now. Give me 30 more minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”

Once the rest of the macarons were out, Y/n had to dig through a box in the cabinet under the counter to find some of the more nicer containers. She wasn’t prepared to take them over to anyone’s house, so she hoped Lou wouldn’t miss the two containers she fills up with an equal amount of vanilla and strawberry macarons.

Their first stop is Florence’s house. Lee’s car is the first thing Y/n notices in the driveway; he’s home.

“Do you want to come with me?” She asks a bit nervously. She prayed to herself that he would say yes. Her husband and Lee get along quite well so she hoped he wanted to be polite and say hello to the sheriff.

“I’ll just wait out in the car. I’m too tired to interact with any more people today, but you can take your time,” he assured her. Y/n only nods, slipping out of the car with the container of treats in hand.

She desperately wants Florence to be the one to open the door. But, life hardly works out in her favor. It’s Lee opening the door after she knocks two times. He’s in plainclothes and he looks completely relaxed, he must’ve had the day off.

“I-Is Florence home?”

Lee can’t believe the sight in front of him. Y/n’s dressed more like Florence and her friends and she’s holding a container of cookies. He feels like he’s won the lottery.

“She isn’t, but come on in.”

He steps to the side to let her in, but she’s hesitant. The excitement written all over his face is menacing. The last time she was alone with him, she was on her knees sucking him off. Lee sees her husband sitting in the car in the driveway and he gives him a wave.

“Don’t tell me you brought over a nice treat for me,” he says playfully once the door is fully closed. He’s so happy that Lou didn’t decide to join her.

“They’re for you and your wife,” Y/n says as a reminder. As if that would deter him somehow when that gold band on his finger never made the two of them stop what they were doing together.

“What the hell are these?” He asks as he takes the container from her hands.

“They’re called macarons. They’re a kind of cookie. It’s French.”

“Look at you turnin’ all fancy on me. Florence and her friends have rubbed off on you a lot,” he looks her up and down, taking in her manicured appearance. “You’re just like them.”

She frowns at his comment and starts to laugh. She feels like he’s laughing at her for being so new to this life.

“Aw, don’t pout at me,” he steps closer to her, “I’m just joking, cherry. No matter how you dress, how much make-up you put on, or what you cook, you’ll never be like those women. You’ll always be my whore from the bar.”

It sounded like it should have been a slight against her, but Y/n knows in Lee’s fucked up head that her being his whore is a good thing. He’s never been too fond of up-tight and straight-laced women, even when he was a boy in high school. However, Lee knows what kind of looks he would get if he plucked a girl from the bar and married her. The two of them are lucky that no man in this town went to Tecumseh. There was a bar not too far from here that was a bit more upscale. They still had whores walking around the place, but they were more covert. Tecumseh was sometimes a safe haven when Lee wanted to get away from the town.

“Where is Florence?”

“Out. She’s got a friend who has a sick husband so she’s over there being a good friend to her. Is she a good friend to you?”

Y/n didn’t know how to answer. She didn’t have many friends in her adult life and could only compare her current “friendships” to the ones she had when she was a young girl.

“No,” she answers truthfully.

“Florence has never been a good friend unless you’re just like her. I’m surprised she’s kept you around for this long.”

Lee pops open the lid and grabs on the macarons. Y/n hopes he likes them. She knows he has a sweet tooth and likes anything with sugar, but his approval was the most important of all.

“You made these?” He says with shock coloring his face. Y/n meekly nods her head. Not too long ago her husband was complaining to him about how she can’t cook, and now she’s bringing over a container of a French dessert. He has to give credit where it’s due, Florence sure does know how to change a person.

“Where was Ms. Betty Crocker when I was seeing ya? You never made anything like this for me.”

“I always had candy for you Lee. I even bought that expensive stuff for you one time,” she reminds him a bit defensively.

“You’re right, sweetheart. You did always have something sweet for me,” his tone is suggestive, but Y/n tries to ignore it. “Always so sweet, but now you’ve gone sour on me.”

Every step he takes towards her makes Y/n feel smaller and smaller. The smell of his cologne makes her lightheaded and takes her back to a time where it was just the two of them. He doesn’t have to do much to make her less defiant.

Y/n is looking down at the wooden floors until Lee tilts her head up to look at him. He still has that playful look on his face, but she can see the sincerity in his eyes.

“You know I miss you girl.”

She knows it, but she doesn’t want to accept it.

“M-My husband is outside,” she reminds him through broken speech.

“He’s not leaving the car. My guess is that he’s been on his feet all day. If he was going to come in, he would’ve joined ya at the front door sweetheart.”

She has nothing to say because Lee is right. His warm breath fans her face, the smell of the strawberry macarons already taint him. He looks so good. Why does he have to look so good? Why does he make her want to spread herself over the couch his wife picked out and let him take her as hard and rough as he used to? Why is she so weak to him?

“You miss me too. I know you do. I can smell it on you whenever I see you. You hate Florence. You wish you were my wife instead. If she never existed but you were still married to that man, you’d divorce him in a heartbeat just to be with me. Am I wrong?”

“No,” she whimpers. She stared right at his bright pink lips, wet from his tongue running along it. She could never lie to this man, not when he’s this tempting. “I miss you. I…I don’t miss the bar, but I miss the time we had together.”

Lee was not the nicest person to her back then. He would jerk her around emotionally and leave her feeling uncertain about herself. Yet, she misses their time together. Lee is a bastard for enjoying how whipped he’s got her, but he isn’t quite off the hook himself. He wishes he could pin some sort of drug-related crime on her husband. The kids who get busted with prescription drugs steal them from their grandmother’s medicine cabinet, but he really wishes he could make some sort of connection to that pharmacy that gets him out of Y/n’s life once and for all.

“How much do you miss me?”

His grip on her chin tightens and so does the intensity in his eyes. Y/n shouldn’t stand on her toes to make herself taller and kiss him, but she does. She kisses him like she really, really misses him. Her eyes close themselves in the process of her showing her affection. This kiss feels much more intimate than that blow job she gave him. Lee hums in approval of the softness of her lips against his. His body is screaming out for him to do more, but her husband is right outside, so he settles for placing his hands on her lower back. His belly pressed against hers, showing the evidence of his weight gain since they’ve been together. Lee was slightly insecure wondering if she would still want him since she’s gained a few pounds, but it doesn’t bother her at all and that only makes him long for her even more.

“Lee,” she gasps against his lips between kisses. She needed air but he wouldn’t stop kissing her. He felt like he would die if he didn’t constantly have his lips on her. It felt euphoric to be wanted.

Her eyes open and the first thing they land on is a picture of Lee and Florence on their wedding day. She wishes she wasn’t the type of person deterred by guilt, but she is. It was so much easier when she didn’t know who the lady was.

Lee was annoyed when she pulled away. She didn’t just pull her lips away, she moved away from him completely. A look of disgust was written all over her face and Lee knew it was because she felt guilty.

“I have to go. I don’t want to keep my husband waiting.”

It made his skin crawl every time she said “my husband.” He was a complete hypocrite because he used to talk about Florence all the time, and would even brag about being married when he purposefully wanted to hurt her feelings. Lee is not as awful as he was back then, but he’s still a bastard at the end of the day; a selfish one at that.

“I’ll tell Florence you stopped by and brought these treats.”

He let her go instead of putting up a fight for her. She walked past him without making any eye contact and he followed right behind her so he could politely open up the door for her. But he couldn’t just let her go without something coming out of it. Not again.

“Will you let me see you some time?”

His voice was kind of desperate, and so was the look in his eyes. The cold air flooded into the house as he held the door open for her. She had the ability to leave, but Lee probably wouldn’t let her until she gives him an answer that seals her fate with him.

“Yes.”

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I see your Asshole!Conner headcanon and I also, separately, see your Trans!Sly headcanon and I suggest combining them like so:

C: Alright, kid. I have something to tell you.

S: A-actually, I do too!

C: That'sgreat. Me first though, because my thing is important - a couple years from now, when you turn eight, I'm going to let you in on the family business. You'll finally start learning to be a thief.

S: Oh! That's really-

C: It's just that, uh. Y'know. I learned from my dad. And my grandfather, and uncles. And the women, well... Obviously there's a few in the book, like Henriette and Suzanne and Sally and whoever, but my experience was, uh... Look. I'm just trying to let you know that I dunno about training a girl Cooper, specifically. I'll try, but if there certain techniques that are too difficult or something, that's-

S: Dad?

C: don't interrupt your father

S: Dad I'm not sure I am a girl

C: ..............huh?

S: I think I'm a boy?

C: .............................................how do you think you're a boy?

S: The same way any boy thinks he's a boy?

C:

S: Mom said-

C: Well! I mean. Sure! That's easier on me.

S: You mean it? :D

C: Yeah, whatever. I never wanted a daughter anyway.

S: Thanks, Da- what

[13-bad-wolf-42]

I am going to commentate the film Girl, Interrupted right now because I CAN and I WANT TO and those are good enough reasons for me.

EVERY time I watch this movie, I forget that Red Forman is Suzanne's first therapist, lol. I hate his character in That 70s Show so much that I immediately loathe him in the movie.  (he’s also pretty distrustful in Medium). 

OMG I also forgot (or perhaps didn’t know?) that Maggie Seaver from Growing Pains is her mom!  

Oh jeez, and here comes Meg from The Big Chill.  This blog entry is just going to be naming all these actors and actresses from other things I know, lmao. 

So fucked up that they send her to Claymoore in a CAB, they don’t even have her mom bring her.  Although...if she is Borderline like I vaguely think I remember, I suppose there’s a chance one or both of her parents were abusive, and I don’t remember if they get into that...

I have an undying love of Winona Ryder, I just thought I should put that out there.  She embodies every character she plays so well that I sometimes forget it’s her.  

I don’t know a lot about psychology but I find it a little fucked up they wouldn’t let the gal with anorexia have her clothes until she eats something...  I don’t feel like that is getting at the root of the problem???  The 60s were a leetle bit scary...

I just realized the reason why Elizabeth Moss looked familiar to me all these years is cuz she is Polly in this movie, but she had burn scar makeup so I never put it together.  Derp! 

Ugh the whole “checks” thing would wake me up every night and I would be SO PISSED OFF.  The whole reason she is there is to “rest,” LET ME HER REST!  

I love when Georgina tells the fucked up story about how Polly got her burns and then a second later tells Suzanna she’s a pathologically liar LOL

Holy crap I had no idea Dr. Potts was played by Jeffrey Tambor.  Is that makeup?  Did he gain weight for the role?  

Suzanna: Everyone here is FUCKING CRAZY! therapist: you want to go home? Suzanna, after a beat: -flat tone- same problem.

Wow, Suzanna’s MOM seems more borderline than Suzanna...she’s like crying and carrying on in the therapist’s office and making it all about her.  

HOLY FUCK I FORGOT MISHA WAS IN THIS LMAO

Forgot to comment on the rest of the movie, LOL, but I still love it <3

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A Terrible Nightmare

Synopsis: Mrs. Jones had called Suzanne and her family to going visit her, but their car was already broken and mad about her husband forgetting to fixing before, they had an usual fight until arriving back home. Annoyed and disappointed, James decided to sleep on living room while Suzanne stayed on bedroom. However, this her last action gave terrible nightmares as consequences. Will she finally learn?

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Sunday. Suzanne and James were finishing their last things until the brunet man would turn the car finally. Mary and Lilly were playing to brushing hair until the couple called them to go in, the girls ran to sit and put their seat belt.

"Is everybody ready?" He've asked. All of the girls responded with excitement and then, James started to drive the car, however the car started to make loud noises until it stopped in the middle from the way. At first, they thought there was no gas or there was some piece of wood on motor, but the car was completely broken. And which made Suzanne be completely mad and highly stressed and while James tried to confort and fix the issue, Suzanne just said him a lot of aggressive names until James lost his patience.

"Fine. I had been tired from you treating me as shit for so long. You only disrespect me and forget that I have so many feelings as you do. You know, I'm done. Completely done." And then, Suzanne tried to touch his shoulder but he was so mad that didn't want to say any word to his woman.. The kids watched in shock and sadness. Lilly started to cry silently while Mary hugged her.

"Don't cry, little sis... It wasn't nothing." She whispered sweetly. Suzanne sat on car while James just ordered her to be quiet while he pushed back to Billy's garage, his old peer. Billy fixed his car and guaranteed this thing wouldn't happen again and it took like for hours. When it came ready, it was like 21:00 pm, Suzanne had asleep on belt and the girls embraced each other, the man thanked his old pal and finally drove back to their home. During their way, million of thoughts came to James' mind - his harsh childhood, non-good relations to his parents, Suzanne from math' class, their first date, their marriage and then, when they had their first kid.

Even he loving Suzanne since the first time he took his eyes from her, he was tired. Thoughts about divorce and try to move on own way couldn't stop screaming on his brain, finally at the Carter's residence, first he took his two daughers to sleep on their beds and then, he did the same to Suzanne, carrying the tired woman on his arms and leaving on their bed and covering her on blanket.

"I hope you're having sweet dreams." And closed the bedroom's door, James walked to the kitchen, where he cooked some dinner and then, boiled a camomile tea. Later, the tired man decided to watch some TV show to relax until his eyes closed and he felt asleep.

On bedroom, Suzanne was sleeping calmly but this peace was interrupted until tears started to rolling from your eyes. She've rolled right to the left, you could hear her calling for James.

"No, please! Wait!'' She tried to run after James but he didn't stop. And one time, he've suffered a car accident, making to wake up from hospital. His expression were like confused and under anesthesia' effects.

"Who brought me here?'' He asked. The doctor explained he was such a lucky man, once he couldn't survive after a young woman took him from the car and called the ambulance for rescue. When James asked who was supposed to be that woman, the doctor said Suzanne's name. At first, James tried to jump from the window but it were all locked and after some hours and a lot of efforts, James decided to calm himself and try to understand about what's going towards her. She've explained that lost her memories and couldn't remember anything except her high schooler times, before to get any relationship, both from Alex and then James. And she wished to ask him about their marriage's photo that she've found on his apartment.

James thought his ex-wife was kidding or maybe trying to manipulate, however he found she genuinely looked lost and unsure to understand about what happened. And some hours later, completely recovered, James left the hospital and accepted to help Suzanne about her lost memories when they were to reveal their marriage, the blonde woman had awake and finding that it was all a dream. Sweats couldn't stop from her body but she needed to reflect.

"I shouldn't be so mean to him that way. I have to apologize for all I done.'' And quickly, she jumped from the bed and ran after the living room, her relief came when she found he was just asleep and snoring soft on couch.

"Jimmy.. Jimmy?" He opened his eyes.

"Huh? What's wrong, Suzie? Couldn't you get to sleep again?'' His tone was gentle and polite, but isn't hard to say that he was still a bit mad for what she've done about him. Suzanne couldn't maintain painful tears and hugged him strongly.

"Forgive me, Jimmy. Shouldn't have been so mean to you like I did.'' James couldn't resist and hugged her back. At beginning, she was thinking as he didn't love her anymore due his silence but the brunet man surprised the blonde with a romantic kiss. Suzanne wrapped the arms around the man and both laid, kissing passionately even with tears rolling to her eyes. Wipping with his fingers, James revealed and vented for everything it happened but later, she understood all his words and both hugged each other in forgiveness. Then, the couple felt asleep on couch but now to happy expression.

The End.