#i do not own an alexa i am a liar

[mickeywabbit]

alexa play ‘born this way’ by orville peck

[osirisius]

I am not trying to stir the pot, but there wasn't a "bunch of information" that the girl (Jane Doe, 2021 Drake Bell accusations) lied, she did lie at one point about her age because she was able to get into a 18+ club, but this shouldn't take away from the discussion that Drake was talking to her at all, she mentions in her victim statement that he encouraged people online to discredit and mock her, and now I can't find any actual screenshots of that, but I did find some rumors of people saying that he, on his own discord server, would send his fans to youtube comments and tiktok comments to argue with people about this case, but then he talks on one of the podcasts about how he doesn't want people to harass and attack anyone... I don't know if the discord thing is true, someone posted a screenshot of him shit talking about Alexa from last October, but anything can be a lie, and anything can be fake, I'm just trying to say... if any of this is true and Drake actually at ANY point told people to say she lied or it was "proven in court" that she lied... Drake who talked about how horrible it was that seemingly everyone in Hollywood was against him, how painful and isolating it was to realize that any number of people who you interact with could have been someone who didn't show up at the courtroom or write a letter, the pain and anger and confusion because EVERYONE was supporting his abuser and saying he was a liar or he "asked for it"... like imagine all of this pain that he went through, and then imagine for a second that any of these rumors are true about the discord and about him telling or asking his fans to do the same thing to the people who accused him of awful things. if Drake is actually remorseful and taking accountibility then that is good, it's a good step forward, but if he's saying one thing on podcasts interviews and then acting a totally different way privately, then he isn't healing at all, and he's just furthering this narrative that will make it so much harder for victims to come out. Because rumors like this could even lend credence to the idea that he IS doing all of this and coming out with his story to not only whitewash his crimes, his abusive behavior and his history, but as a image clense and a PR campaign to make people sympathize with him and forget all the bad shit against him.

Like the fact that he linked a conspiracy video about the Jane Doe case ON his community notes youtube section (He's deleted it since then but it's not really known if he deleted it because he felt bad about posting it or didn't realize the misread of the reasons(?) he posted it / his intentions, or if he deleted it because someone pointed it out in a podcast talking about the cycle of abuse that he's perpetuated. The fact that he says he doesn't want people to harass others and yet he did that, the fact that he dropped his music video and song right after the documentary, the fact that he's made tiktoks seemingly promoting his own music by connecting it to the abuse he suffered.

I feel bad for him, I have sympathy for him, but I'm also worried that he is using this as a PR campaign, even if that wasn't the intention before... I hope I'm not right, but... Like he really seems to be leaning into the victim image, and that could just be because of the trauma unspoken for 20+ years, but I'm worried that it could have a darker and more selfish reasoning...

I just think that bringing up "oh she lied" "it was proven she lied" is really not... the conversation we should be having when regardless of if he actually did some of the stuff she said, he DID act inapropriately, he DID send messages of a sexual nature to this person, he was reckless and stupid and he seems to want to take accountibility for that but at the same time, if he's pushing his fans to discredit this girl... That's not f*cking cool and it makes him less easy to sympathize with. And not to mention all the other allegations against him from his ex girlfriend and other people who had privately reached out to her, some of them even mentioning minors and how he acted towards them, and some even more heinous things that I won't repeat here... if any of these things are true, then he's just... lying and trying to save face by claiming he never did any of these things.

Wow, that's a lot of words. Too bad I'm not reading them.

No, but like. The girl literally lied under oath in the court room. He did still plead guilty and took responsibility. He got charged with child endangerment for talking with her. He knows he fucked up. The girl still did lie. Police found evidence of her trying to stalk his wife and blackmail them and apparently there were actually no explicit photo messages that she accused him of. Drake's lawyer even said there is no evidence.

You just said it yourself you can't find evidence of him actually sending people after her. How do you know that's not another thing she lied about?

Drake Bell still went through fu king god awful traumatic shit and he never spoke a word about it for 20 years. He made mistakes because of what happened to him, he's healing, he's getting help.

Leave Drake Bell alone.

[alexstorm]

What are your thoughts on Alex’s cheating pattern? High possibility that he cheated on Taylor(we don’t for sure, right). But do you think it was always his scenario in his other relationships(excluding Louise situationship) as well or was it one-time event only with Taylor? Like, ‘curiosity becomes a heavy loan’ was written long before T //

There are a bunch of jealousy/cheating lyrics throughout AM's discography, off the top of my head FWN has Balaclava, the Bad Thing, Temptation Greets You, Humbug has Fire and the Thud, Dance Little Liar, Joining the Dots, I Haven't Got My Strange, SIAS has Hellcat and That's Where You're Wrong . . .

These albums are during and a little before his relationship with Alexa when people tend to think he was most happy/in love. I don't know if the lyrics are meant to refer to him, her, another girl, or an imagined scenario but he was definitely thinking about these topics well before Taylor came along.

I feel like Alex and maybe Matt never really learned how to be in a solid monogamous or even open relationship because they got famous so quickly when they were young. Alex clearly has a lot of regrets and self-esteem issues, which could be related to jealousy/cheating, like him feeling inadequate if he was cheated on or guilty if he was the cheater. But we'll never know unless one of the people involved publishes a tell all memoir 😝

But back then Alex also wrote more as an observer and from other people’s lives’s perspective. I’m not sure it was always his own experience. From SIAS onwards it’s a different story.

[devilyn]

first priority | kageyama tobio

— alexa, play: less of you by keshi

When you come home

I just got over being less of you

When you leave me, I’m in pieces

Maybe it’s better if we cut it loose

— synopsis: how many nights will you spend in the apartment by yourself before you finally learn that your boyfriend will always value volleyball more than he values you?

— genre: angst & happy endings

— word count: 2.3k

You were used to an empty apartment. It was the cost of dating a member of Japan’s national volleyball team, someone who had to travel constantly and was usually never home. You rarely even saw his face nowadays, and when you did, it was usually when you were cramming for exams and he had to turn in early to wake up in time for practice early the next morning.

Your relationship with Kageyama was difficult after graduating high school, to say the least. Especially since the two of you were taking different paths in life.

You’d thought about it before. He was an accomplished setter on a national team, while you were just trying to pass your university’s exams. Everything you did felt insignificant in comparison to your volleyball genius boyfriend.

The emptiness of the apartment was why the two of you always tried to schedule small dates when it was possible. When Kageyama had days where he knew he’d be let out early from practice, and when you knew you could push back doing homework for a few more hours, you’d cuddle up on the couch after cooking dinner together. Or, you’d force him to take you out to an empty park and guide your stiff boyfriend into swaying to the soft music that you’d play on your phone. No matter what, the night always ended up with your giddy laughter and his rare smiles that proved just how much he loved you.

They were small moments that the two of you would share, where no one else in the world could interrupt.

But it’d been months since the last time you’d spent more than an hour with your boyfriend. You never thought of yourself as needy, but was it too much to ask to wish that he’d keep his promises?

“I’ll be home for dinner, since practice should end at six today.”

He lied. Dinner was sitting cold at the table, and all you could do was stay frozen in your chair with your gaze on the excessive amount of side dishes you’d prepared in anticipation of finally sharing a meal with your favorite person.

You must’ve been sitting in this chair for over an hour. With a quick glance of the clock, a weak smile tugged at your lips.

7:28PM.

You hadn’t checked your phone since you last texted your boyfriend at 7:13PM--

“Let’s talk when you get back.”

Empty promises. You were used to them. Last week, he swore he’d be back in time for your three year anniversary, then forgot about it when it arrived the next day. This dinner was supposed to make up for that, but you must’ve set your expectations too high again.

What would you say when he came back? It was unrealistic for you to wish to be a priority when he had his whole professional career in front of him--he had to focus 100% of his time into that. Yet, was it really unrealistic for you to ask for just 1% of that time?

According to your friends, it wasn’t. But the more you sat alone in this empty apartment, the more you wondered if you really were asking for too much of him.

“Y/N.”

You looked up in surprise, having not heard Kageyama come through the front door. Your eyes softened when you saw the guilt plaguing his typically stoic expression.

“Welcome home, Tobio,” you stood and he instinctively leaned down so you could press a kiss to his cheek. “The food is cold, but we can warm--”

“I’m sorry,” his arms circled around your waist, and you were suddenly pulled into his chest. He buried his face into your hair, his hold on you tightening as if he was afraid you’d run away.

You might’ve.

“You said that last week,” you murmured softly, arms rising to circle around his form and gently rub his back. He was scared--you could feel it in the way he trembled as he held you.

“I’m really sorry,” he repeated, voice quivering.

“You said that last week too,” you laughed quietly.

He wished you’d just yell at him, or scold him with an accusatory tone like you did in the past when he first started making mistakes like these. He never had valid excuses--usually he’d just stay after in the gym to perfect his serves or practice more with other teammates. It was always volleyball that made him forget he had a significant other diligently waiting for him back at home--putting off their own responsibilities because his very rare free time was precious.

But was yours not? You had asked him that once, calmly, when he came home late again. And he had tilted his head and pointed out you had more free time than him, to which you took seconds to process before smiling bitterly.

“You’re not hungry?” you asked quietly, palms still gently running over his broad back to soothe him.

“No,” he murmured into your hair, breathing in your scent and imprinting it into his memory. If he let you go now, would you leave him?

“Liar,” you whispered nonchalantly, and he flinched. “You haven’t eaten since lunch, right? It’s late, let’s eat.”

“Don’t want to.”

“You’re acting like a child, Tobio,” you sighed, pulling your head back slightly so you could meet his sharp blue eyes, filled with regret. “If you’re not hungry, I am, so let’s eat.”

You paused, before reaching up to gently hold his face. Your thumbs brushed over his cheeks, and he leaned into your touch.

“...you can’t avoid this forever, you know,” you told him softly, and his brows furrowed as he closed his eyes.

“...alright,” his voice sounded pained as he pulled away to sit across from the chair you’d sat in for over an hour. 

You popped the dishes into the microwave quickly, setting them in front of him one by one before sliding a bowl of rice in his direction. He usually loved your cooking, but now he wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to swallow a bite of it with the knowledge that this may be the last meal the two of you share together.

The apartment was silent, save for the beeping of the microwave. Kageyama stared longingly at your back, watching the way you leaned against the counter and brushed your hair behind your ear while waiting for the microwave timer to go off.

When was the last time he actually looked at you? His many trips abroad, his lack of acknowledgement of your own accomplishments and struggles, his stupid passion for volleyball, it had all ruined your relationship.

He could only hope that you would forgive him, one more time.

You slid back into the seat across from his and settled in. He was anxious. You could tell by the way he couldn’t look you in the eye, chopsticks picking at his rice as he waited for you to speak first. His tall figure stiffened at the sound of your sigh.

“Might not taste good now since it’s not as fresh, but,” you pushed a few dishes his way with a sad smile. “I worked hard to prepare dinner, could you try it?”

His heart clenched painfully in his chest. What was he doing while you were excitedly making dinner for him? He never thought of you during practice--not once, even though he knew how much he loved you. He hated that about himself.

He lifted the food to his lips and let his vision cloud over with guilt as he chewed and swallowed.

“...It’s delicious,” he murmured weakly as your smile grew slightly.

“...I’m glad,” is all you managed to muster before digging into the meal you prepared for the two of you.

“I don’t have the right to ask for forgiveness again,” he said quickly, slim fingers gripping his chopsticks tight enough to turn them white. “But I still don’t want you to leave.”

You were quiet, stiffly bringing pieces of rice to your lips and forcing yourself to chew. Every action was methodical, as if you were merely acting out actions that you knew you would normally perform if your heart wasn’t breaking into tiny bits and pieces.

“...I love you, Tobio,” you whispered quietly. “So much. I still do. More than anything. But it hurts me more because I love you so much.”

He dropped his utensils and reached across the table to grab your hands. You flinched away and he cursed, bringing his hands back to his sides before running them through his hair in frustration.

“What can I do,” he asked weakly, voice shaking, “to keep you with me?”

“I don’t know anymore,” you tried to force another smile, but your lower lip quivered and the tears you held back on lonely nights started to drip down your cheeks. 

“Please,” he stood, the sound of his chair skidding back against the floors barely registered in your ears as he hurried to kneel by your side. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“That’s all you ever say,” you cried loudly, tone finally accusatory as he’d initially wished. He took your hands into his shaking ones, watching as your tears stained the pale skin of his knuckles. “You never know what you’re apologizing for, but you always, always just say sorry as if that will make any of this any better.”

“You need to tell me--” he tried to reason.

“I’ve told you!” you ripped your hands away from his almost violently, ignoring the way the hurt in his blue eyes caused your already broken heart to sting in pain. “I’ve told you how much you coming home late hurts, how I hate when you promise that you’ll be home and then break those promises the same day, how you thinking your time is more important than mine makes me feel insignificant--”

You cut yourself off with a weak sob, bringing your hands up to hide your face in your palms.

“But you never listen! You never learn. Volleyball will always be more important than me, and I can’t find it in myself to blame you for that,” you wailed as you rubbed the back of your knuckles against your eyes to try and stop the tears from flowing, “What am I supposed to do now, Tobio? How do I leave you when I love you so much?”

You felt warm arms wrap you into a familiar embrace, and your tears soaked into your boyfriend’s athletic jacket.

“You deserve better,” he told you minutes later, after your sobs had calmed down. His palm continued to gently draw circles against your lower back--an action that he knew would soothe you. “You deserve so much better than me. You know I’m bad with words, I’m inconsiderate, I suck at putting others before me, and I’m stupid.”

You laughed tearfully.

“You do so much for me,” he murmured, and your eyes fluttered closed. “You explain to me how you feel so I can try and be better, you deal with my bluntness and verbalize how much it hurts you, you tell me when I’m acting better than everyone else and humble me, and you even used to come with me when I had to attend supplemental classes in high school.”

“You really were stupid,” you commented, and he laughed weakly.

“And you loved me, through all of that,” he lamented.

“Mm,” you sighed quietly. “Yeah. I loved you.”

“And I love you,” he responded, a bit shy to be confessing it despite your long relationship. “So give me one more chance to prove that I’ve changed for the better because of you.”

He pulled back to cup your cheeks, bringing your teary gaze up to his and brushing his thumbs over the redness under your eyes. His heart hurt. He hated making you cry, and he hated himself for making you cry this much over him.

“...one more chance,” you mumbled, turning your head to kiss his palm. His brows furrowed, and tears pricked at his eyes.

Quickly, he brought his forearm to cover his wet irises from your sight. You laughed quietly, hands reaching up to try and pull his arm away.

“Are you crying because of me, Tobio? Did I manage to make the king of the court cry?” you teased with a weak smile.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, cheeks reddening as he turned to look away from you. “You know I hate it when you call me that dumb nickname.”

“And I made the king kneel in front of me too? I should repent,” you giggled, taking his free hands into your own. 

You nearly choked on your laughter when your boyfriend suddenly dipped down to pick you up into his arms. Your arms wrapped hurriedly around his neck as you turned to look at him with wide eyes.

“Tobio--!”

“I’m making use of my last chance, and I’m going to start making it up to you now,” he told you firmly, carrying you into your room and placing you onto your shared bed.

“Our dinner,” you grumbled with a pout. “I worked hard to make that…”

“And I’ll eat it tomorrow,” he caged you in his arms, hovering above you with a soft look in his sharp azure eyes. Your gaze fluttered up to his handsome face, and you grinned as a hand rose up to gently cup his cheek. He tilted his head to press a kiss to your wrist. “Can I prove to you how sorry I am?”

You laughed softly as he trailed kisses up your arm to your neck, then finally pressing his lips to yours lovingly.

“Don’t take advantage of your last chance,” you murmured, your breath mingling with his as he pressed feather-like pecks to your lips.

“I’d be even more of an idiot if I did.”

[nriacc]

Okay but how the rest of the monkeys reacted to Alex's songs about Wheels?

Okay so I just typed a whole thing out and it deleted. I wanna cry😂💀 so basically the lads wouldn’t have even thought about anything until Humbug because they don’t know about Wheels and Alex’s first time, they only know to some extent how close they were on and before the tour. Dance Little Liar would have been obvious to them of Alex trying to work through his emotions about what happened and what he did. Cornerstone however they definitely know about…

Matt: do you think it’s about Y/N?

Jamie: it has to be. He was obsessed with her before alexa and I’m sure he showed me lyrics like this for favourite worst nightmare

Nick: course it’s about her. He’s such a dick though, if he wasn’t a twat on tour and he perused her properly he wouldn’t have had to call other girls her name

Alex *walks into the studio after running late*: sorry I’m late, what you talking about

Matt: nothing

*alex walks through to another room*

Jamie *muttering*: fucking dickhead

~

They would be teasing about the songs on Suck It And See though because they know he’s just been staying with Wheels for ages.

She’s Thunderstorms: I’ve been feeling foolish, you should try it. She came and substituted the peace and quiet for acrobatic blood flow concertina. Cheating heart beat, rapid fire

Jamie: you have it so bad for Y/N/N again it’s a joke

Alex *shocked because he thought he was being subtle*: what

Nick: you clearly have the hots for your best mate again. Don’t bother denying it, you’re very transparent

Alex: …

Matt: So is the acrobatic blood flowing right down to your dick? Must have been a hard month living with her

Alex: fuck off 🖕🏻

~

All My Own Stunts: I wanna be in that damsel patterned alley, where you go for a smoke

Matt: bit stalkerish that’s al

Alex: what not it’s not like that

Jamie: yeah it’s a bit weird that mate, Y/N going for a smoke on a night out and you’re just waiting there like Pennywise for her

Alex: no it’s not like t-

Nick *interrupting*: boundary issues mate, I may tell her to get a restraining order on you

Alex: fuck off twisting my words!!!

~

Reckless Serenade: The type of kisses where teeth collide, when she laughs the heavens hum a stun gun lullaby

Nick *makes a whip sound*

Jamie *cackling*: accurate

Alex *pinching the bridge of his nose*: please stop reading into everything

Matt: we’re not reading into anything. This song may as well be called ‘Angel, you own my arse’

Alex: stop

Jamie: you have it so baddddd

~

Love Is A Laserquest: When I’m not being honest, I pretend that you were just some lover

*all 3 lads and miles jaws drop*

Matt: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?

Alex: it’s not what it sounds like

Miles: HAVE YOU SHAGGED Y/N?

Jamie: AND NOT TOLD US?

Nick: WHAT THE FUCK ALEX?

Alex *lying*: it’s about Alexa, you morons!

All the others: OHHHHHH

Matt *whispering to himself*: is it bad I forgot about her

~

Suck It And See: You’re rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock, and those other girls are just post-mix lemonade

Matt: JUST ASK HER OUT FOR CHRIST SAKE!!!

~

They would have taken one look at the AM tracklist, shook their heads, and just got on with it 😂😂😂💜

[silverandarsenic-hcs]

Ghost Slander

I know I’ve done this before sorta but this is the Finial List of all the shit that’s really just bad about them. the first half of each is serious bad stuff and the second half is just silly annoying shit they do. I am not apologizing for this so that’s that on that. I also still love them anyways.

Papa I:  too old to do anything. he may be strong and smart, but he’s old, and tired, and gets grumpy when he’s tired. and when he’s grumpy hes a fucking asshole. he really doesn’t want to do anything, like go out for a fun day in the city, or try new things. can’t teach an old dog ne w tricks, and he doesn’t even try tricks he’s known about for forty years. He can be boring, and he can be punchy and shitty when he’s annoying (I don’t mean like punchy as in hitting, just you know when you were grumpy as a kid and you get really irritated and annoyed and kind of just wanna have a hissy fit and cant control it???? that.)

Papa II:  Super emotionally unavailable and it just becomes taxing to try and get him to open up unless he’s ready and willing - which, spoiler alert, will never happen. He really does have a shitty temper and when he gets angry he sees red. Refuses to delegate tasks to other people around him because he thinks no one else can do it right. When he does, no matter what they do it’s never good enough and he makes all his interns cry and/or quit. for fun: he gets the “man flu” in which he will not take medication or go to the doctor until he literally has muscle dystrophy. thinks Advil or Tylenol is some hippy bullshit brainwashing pill invented by liberals that are trying to trick him into being happy. conspiracy theories. thinks aliens built the pyramids. watches ancient aliens in his spare time and never shuts up about it. Unable to use technology, and falls asleep in “special chair” at home. 

Papa III: cant take no for an answer. he doesn't understand when someone refuses his advances because all of the girls in the clergy falling all over him his whole life has made his head a little too big. if you want major fucking ego, he’s the brother for you. if you don’t want flowers, and you don’t want random extravagant things, he’s not the brother for you, because if you tell him you don’t like the things he’ll assume you hate him and decide that you shouldn’t be together anymore. sure, it comes from a place of caring and wanting to spoil his s/o, but fuck, bro, tone it down. He’ll also talk at you for hours even if you’re not listening just because he loves the sound of his own voice. It doesn’t matter if you’re trying to do something else, or are tired, or you just don’t care, he’ll stop talking when he’s ready and only then. For fun:  at a kids soccer game he would be That Dad that screams at the other kids like hes the assistant coach and probably be drunk and fist fight the other drunk dads in their lawn chairs. makes his s/o wax his back before they go to the beach or anywhere he has to be shirtless. its gross and hairy and he wouldn't care if his s/o didn’t bully his persian-rug body into it so hard one time he canceled a vacation. 

Copia: He has no back bone. He’ll work until people give him what wants but he’ll never come right out and say it, in any kind of relationship or work. You’ll constantly be guessing whether or not what he said has a second meaning and if it’s really want he wants or he’s been waiting for you to figure it out the whole time. It’s fucking annoying. He’ll never be the one to put his foot down, or silence a room, or command attention like the other papa’s have, he just doesn’t have it in him. For fun: Calls his stomach his “spare tire” like what the fuck who says that?? Talks to everyone, you literally have to drag him away from talking to strangers. The person next to him at the cafe has their headphones in and he’s just chatting away. Small talk but just gets worse, and he subjects everyone to it.  rides one of those bikes where you're basically lying down and doesn't shut the fuck up about how low impact it is on your back and knees. thinks the government is out to get him and everyone else but doesn't put two and two together and still has a google home thing or an alexa, buys that facebook skype camera thing for your tv that literally follows you when he walks. he just thinks their neat.

Dewdrop: Has a hot temper and genuinely gets mean when he lashes out. He doesn’t care that everyone has to chase after him all the time and has no remorse for what they have to do for him or what he ruins for them. He’s gonna do whatever he want’s whenever he wants and no one can tell him otherwise - everyone thinks this is so fun and quirky and great until it’s been a few months and they’re wondering why Dew hasn’t calmed down even a little. He’s too self obsessed to even care what other people want for him. A total mess wherever he goes, eats all the soap and candles and doesn’t replace them. 

Swiss:  saying someone is too good at everything doesn't sound like an insult, but it does when they brag about it. Swiss has always been the multi ghoul, meaning hes always been pretty good at everything, but never specialized in something. so rather than do more to hide the fact he’s a jack of all trades but master of none, he just brags about every tiny little thing he does. hes like 6′ but his ego is like 8′4″. Insanely jealous in relationships which can cause problems. he’s a liar. there. i said it. unless he’s your s/o, if his mouth is moving, it’s probably a lie. whether hes bigging up his own adventures, or trying to cover his tracks about where he was and who he was with, its probably all bullshit. the only reason he doesn’t lie to his partners is because he HATES being lied to in return and if he has feelings for you its a little harder to just shut you out once you realize he’s full of it. He mostly lies for fun, and partly just to see what people will really believe, so it get’s wilder and wilder every time. Refuses to do anything that’s boring to him like clean or do laundry, but he hates disgusting messes so he’ll just pay someone else to do it. 

Mountain: Disgustingly messy. When I walk into a room i leave a hurricane of my shit everywhere, but if you took an actual hurricane and put it in his bedroom, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. No one in the whole church will go near his room, partly for the smell, partly for the fact of that there is no where to stand that isn’t a foot high with garbage and dirty clothes. If he cleaned his room i think a new disease would be unlocked. Super stubborn, and inpatient. He’s pretty chill, but refuses to wait for anything without getting super annoyed, and it’s impossible to change his mind about literally anything once it’s made up. Trying to debate him about anything is a fucking nightmare. 

Aether:  when you’ve been together for a while, and you’re comfortable with each other, things can get boring. he’ll stop taking you on dates every week, and stop thanking you profusely for everything you do, and stop treating you like a queen. things will get stale quickly, so unless you’re into routine, steer fucking clear or you're doomed.  when he’s in a shitty mood, he will say literally anything to you to get you away from him. he just wants to be left alone and if you wont let that happen he’ll break up with you, tell you to fuck off, tell you to get away from him, tell you to go fuck yourself, whatever it takes. he doesn’t mean it, and even if he knows that deep down, you’re still causing the problem by existing, in his mind. refuses to accept that there may be a different way to do things. it’s Aether’s way or the highway and that's it. he thinks that if somethings easier, or faster than the way he does it, then it’s not being done right, and it’s fucking annoying how he wastes so much time doing stupid simple tasks because its the way he was taught and its the way he’ll do them until he dies

Rain: A baby. An actual baby. Needy and clingy and even a little bit pathetic sometimes. Here and there it can be cute and you might feel the need to nurture him, but honestly most people can’t handle it all the time but for Aether. He constantly needs attention in the exact way he wants and if he doesn’t get it he’ll whine and cry and try and make you feel like shit. Maybe it’s manipulation, maybe it’s not. Who knows. But you have to make sure he eats properly, make sure he gets dressed properly, make sure he sleeps, pretty much be a parent to him half the time. The amount of emotional labor is borderline slavery. His attitude is insane, and he’s sassy and bossy all the time as if he’s actually in control, and if you tell him otherwise he’ll scream (at the top of his lungs). Uses baby talk at an inappropriate timing and makes people uncomfortable  sometimes.

Cumulus: Collects tiny little themed knick knacks that are literally everywhere and take up all the space in her and Cirrus’ little sapphic cottage. Nosey and wants to know everyone’s business all the time. The only person she tells is Cirrus but she won’t rest unless she knows every detail about a persons life and drama.

Cirrus: Leaves all the lights on wherever she goes. Leaves all the cupboards open. All the lights are on so much that it lights up the whole house all night, and people call them to tell them to either close their blinds or turn the fucking lights off.

[amythedvdhoarder]

Dental Emergency

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You have a phobia of the dentist but luckily Bucky is there to look after you

Warnings: mentions of injections, surgery but mainly fluff

Word count: ~900

A/N: (Gif not mine) This is for the lovely @ballyhoobarnes​ birthday celebration, happy early birthday! I used the prompt “Can you please hold my hand?” Trying to get back some fluffy fics written before I am back at work properly in a weeks time.  

Not beta read, any mistakes are my own.

Reblogs and feedback are most welcome, so let me know what you think x

Masterlist

xxx

“No, no, no, no, no, no. Please I can just deal with not being able eat properly, I’ll take some painkillers,” you garbled as you pressed your hand to your cheek and tried to swat away the dentist.

“Y/N come on, that tooth needs to come out,” Bucky said from his position next to you. He gave the dentist and the anaesthesiologist an apologetic look. “Could you give us two minutes?” They both nodded and left the room.

“Buck, I can manage. Can we just go home? Please?” You voice a whine now as you pleaded with the super soldier.  

He rolled his eyes at you. “I don’t think so doll. You’ve barely been able to eat for the last week and you nearly cried last night when I touched your cheek. I can’t see you in pain anymore. I know you hate the dentist but I will be right here with you.” Bucky sent a reassuring smile but you could tell that there was no room for argument.

“Fine,” you grumbled. “But you better be here when I wake up.” You clamped you jaw down in frustration only to cry out in pain. How could something as tiny as a tooth cause so much agony? As an avenger you had been shot, stabbed a couple of times and broken the odd bone, but it barely compared the torment your compacted wisdom tooth had caused over the last couple of weeks. Simple this such eating, speaking and even smiling had become absolute agony. Bucky had finally cracked last night and all but carried you to the dentist’s office this morning so they could remove it.

Bucky let out a small sigh. “I promise doll.”

The medical staff came back in and looked at you and then at Bucky. “Are we ready?” Bucky glanced at the determined but anxious look on your face and nodded at the doctor.

“Ok Y/N, we’re going to know you out now so you don’t feel anything. We are going to put in the canula now, so sharp scratch.” You winced at the feeling.

Someone brought the anaesthetic towards you and you began to panic. “Buck, can you hold my hand please?”

He took the hand without the canula in his own, his thumb ran along the back of your hand, distracting you as the anaesthesiologist stepped closer. “Eyes on me doll,” Bucky said softly. Your eyes locked on his as you felt the cool liquid enter your system. As he lifted your hand to his lips a sudden tiredness came over you. Your eyes fluttered as you tried to fight it. You were vaguely aware of Bucky leaning down towards you and the light pressure as he kissed your forehead. “I’ll be right here Y/N,” his voice sounding distant now.

You tried to respond but found you couldn’t. Darkness taking over, as you slipped from consciousness.      

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The first thing you became aware of was the throbbing pain in your jaw. Your eyelids still felt heavy as remnants of the anaesthetic was still wearing off. A small groan escaped your lips as finally managed to open your eyes and tried to sit up.

“Whoa easy there doll, slowly.” Bucky quickly stood up from his chair beside your bed and helped you sit up and get comfortable. “Do you want a drink?” You nodded, not wanting to open your mouth to speak.

Bucky brought the glass to your mouth and you took a small sip of water. When he turned around to put the glass down you tentatively felt the left side of your face; it was sore and a little firmer than normal with the swelling. At this point Bucky moved back towards you and took hold of your hand. He could tell by the look in your eyes that you were worried about the swelling and the state of your face. “Doll, stop worrying about. It’s normal. You’re still the most beautiful girl in the world,” he squeezed your hand gently.

“Liar,” you croaked. Bucky chuckled and shook his head.

Before he had time to argue with you the doctor walked in. “Ah good you’re awake Y/N.” He quickly inspected the stitches in your mouth, satisfied he turned to Bucky.

“You can take her home now Sergeant. Y/N no solid food for a day or so. The swelling and pain will get worse before it gets better so ice and painkillers should help. I will get a prescription ready for you. Any issues just give me a call.”

“Thanks Doc,” Bucky said shaking the doctor’s hand before he left the two of you alone again.

“How can it get worse?” you moaned, frowning as you crossed your arms.

Bucky sent you a sympathetic look. “In a week’s time you’ll be back to normal.” You glared at his optimistic outlook.

“What if I told you I stocked up on soup and ice cream and got some comedies queued up on Netflix.” You quirked your eyebrow at him in interest and he grinned back at you.

“Plus, I promise to keep the ice packs coming,” he added.

“Ok Sergeant, I suppose you can take me home then. But if you run out of ice cream then you’re trouble,” you teased.

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[goddessofthundathighs]

Let Me Smell It

Another @princessstevens inspired one shot. This is some foolishness y’all and I thoroughly enjoyed writing every bit of it.

Pairing: Erik & Simone (black!OC) Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Cursing, mild smut, copious amounts of niggatry Suggested Listening: Don’t Hurt Yourself & Sorry x Beyonce

2:00 am.

The time on her Apple Watch enraged Simone, a taunting reminder that her husband still was not home. What was supposed to be a few hours out with the fellas had turned into 4 missed calls, 3 unread text messages, 2 hours past his initial proposed time of arrival, and 1 extremely pissed off wife. She didn’t mind Erik spending time with friends, especially since they rarely saw each other due to conflicting work schedules, but what had put the icing on the cake was his wedding band that she found lying on his side of their Jack and Jill vanity. Her rational sense told her that he probably forgot it when he was moisturizing his hands with her homemade shea butter, but her Scorpio sun told her that he had decided to relive his glory days while hanging out with his single, fuck nigga friends. Erik had always been a ladies’ man but had calmed all the way down once they became official. His friends would always tell her how much she had changed him and how pussy whipped she had him. Her inner brat would always smile triumphantly, proud that she was the one to tame the infamous Erik “King Killmonger” Stevens.

“This nigga got me fifty shades of fucked up,” she growled as she slammed the shot glass down on the kitchen island. She was on her third shot of Hennessy and she wasn’t sure if the warm sensation she felt was because of the alcohol or her rising anger. Her “Fuck Love” playlist blared loudly from the Alexa speaker, and she was currently singing along with Beyonce at the top of her lungs.

Who the fuck do you think I is? // You ain’t married to no average bitch, boy //

You can watch my fat ass twist, boy // As I bounce to the next dick, boy //

And keep ya money, I got my own // Keep a bigger smile on my face, being alone //

“Who dick you bouncing on other than mine?” Erik quipped with a raised eyebrow. He had been silently watching her for about five minutes, chuckling softly to himself as she fumbled with the Hennessy bottle for shot number four.

“Not yours, hoe ass nigga,” she spat as Beyonce raged in the background.

“Hoe ass nigga? The fuck you talkin’ about, Simone?” “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You were supposed to be home 2 hours ago. I’ve called and texted you and you’ve ignored me every single time! What bitch you been fuckin’ on?!” Erik shook his head and chuckled softly. 

“You drunk, ma,” he replied casually as he moved the Hennessy bottle out of her grasp. This only made her angrier.

“Ain’t nobody drunk! What bitch you been stickin’ ya dick in while you were ignoring me? Was she even cute? I bet her lace front was jacked and her ass was fake!” She was on a roll, slamming and throwing things around the kitchen while he stood with his arms folded.

“I don’t even know why I married ya hoe ass! It’s only been a year and you back to doing the same shit you used to do!” Hurricane Simone raged from the kitchen to the living room before finally coming to rest in their shared bedroom, with Erik following slowly behind. He watched as she knocked pictures off the walls, threw his clothes over the balcony, and threatened to Left Eye their home.

“Girl calm yo ass down, I told you I was at the bar. It was loud and crowded so I didn’t hear my phone ring or feel it vibrate.” “So why you leave ya ring at home?” “Oh, that’s where it was? I thought I lost it somewhere in the bar.” The casualness of his behavior was only adding fuel to Simone’s fire. Here she was raging and throwing a fit about him being a lying, cheating ass nigga while he sat at the foot of their bed scrolling through his Instagram account. Two of her biggest pet peeves were liars and people trying to make her feel stupid and in this moment Erik was doing both.

“Let me smell ya dick?” The question was so unexpected that Erik’s head snapped up to make sure he heard correctly.

“Say what?” “You heard me, nigga! Let me smell ya dick! If it smells like anything other than ya cologne and sweat then we’re gonna have an issue considering you been gone since 9!” Her attitude almost diminished when she saw his lips twist into a sly smirk. It was the face he made when he was innocent and about to call her bluff.

“You wanna smell my shit, ma?” He asked as he began to undo the Ferragamo belt that held his pants up. “Come smell it then. And be ready to suck it while you down there.” Simone shook her head and walked back towards their bathroom, mildly embarrassed and ready to be done with the entire ordeal. Erik Stevens, however, wouldn’t let the situation die so easily. 

“Oh nah, Ms. Thang. You were so big and bold and adamant that a nigga did some shit, bring ya thick ass back over here and sniff this dick.” His pants were now around his ankles and he gripped his length at the base, bouncing it up and down in a taunting manner. Simone sauntered back over to him and slowly sank down to her knees. She bit her lip as she looked up at her man standing over her, his gold fronts gleaming in the light of their bedroom. Suddenly, she dropped to all fours and attempted to crawl away, only to be caught by her ankle and flipped onto her back. He then straddled her chest and held his length in her face.

“Nah, smell it!” He growled through clenched teeth. “You big, right?! You gone fuck me up if I don’t pass ya fuckin’ sniff test, right? Aight then, be a big nigga!” He chuckled darkly as he watched her squirm, trying her hardest to get away from him.

“Ok, I was wrong! Nigga get off me!” “Not until you smell it!” He said, smacking her repeatedly in the face with his shaft.

“Oww, nigga! That was my fuckin’ eye!”

“You don’t need eyes to smell or suck this dick, now smell it,” he taunted, still smirking down at her. She sucked her teeth before grabbing his length and sniffing it thoroughly. Erik took the opportunity to guide his length into her parted lips, groaning as her tongue glided along his shaft.

“How ya pussy taste, ma? Tell Daddy how ya pussy taste off his dick.” She moaned softly as she took him deeper into her mouth.

“I’m all yours, ma. You got me until I take my last breath, I promise,” he moaned as she sucked him with all the passion and fervor she possessed. He slid his hand into her boy shorts and stroked her folds, feeling her essence pool around his fingers.

“This Daddy’s pussy, baby?” he cooed as he slowly thrust himself into her mouth. She whimpered softly as he pushed his fingers deeper into her center. He could tell she was close by the way her walls clenched around him.

“You wanna cum on Daddy’s fingers or his dick, Princess?” She responded by pushing him off her chest and rolling onto her stomach, arching her back the way he liked. He growled softly as he lined himself up with her entrance, leaning down to whisper in her ear as he sank all the way into her.

“I apologize in advance for the carpet burn, but you’re about to make it up to Daddy.”

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[fortunatelylori]

Thoughts on Otis Molyneux

I hesitated somewhat before making this post because the fandom seems to have settled on Otis being “a good man who made one terrible mistake” and who am I to rain on anyone’s parade?

Inner goddess: A very opinionated woman … that’s who … No one keeps baby down!

Well … since you put it that way …

My very first meta on Sanditon revolved around the idea that this show is Andrew Davies’ homage to Austen’s entire body of work. And since I discovered a very interesting link between Otis and one of the more misinterpreted Austen characters, I couldn’t resist. Particularly since every time I read a remark on Otis, I end up going:

He is a most fortunate man! Everything turns out for his own good! He meets a young woman at a watering place, gains her affections, she consents to an engagement! He treats her abominably, she bares it like a saint! His aunt is in the way, his aunt dies! He has used everybody ill and they are all delighted to forgive him! He is a most fortunate man indeed!

Emma is perhaps Jane Austen’s most transgressive novel and, while it is not my favorite (that’s Persuasion in case anyone was wandering), I think it’s the clearest indication of her genius. In Emma, Austen not only spoofs herself, as the old maid Miss Bates, but also pulls off a master stroke in concealing her villain, Frank Churchill, not only from the characters but also from the audience.

Austen villains are usually charming, fun and attractive, most of the time far more so than the hero that will eventually win the heroine’s heart. What Austen does with the likes of Wickham and Willoughby is show that superficial charm and a pretty face are poor substitutes for substance, integrity and a value system.

In order to drive that point home, her villains usually suffer a fall from grace: Wickham gets exiled to Newcastle (the degradation!) and is stuck with Lydia for the rest of his life; Willoughby gets ousted by his aunt, told off by Eleanor and publically canceled by Mrs. Jenkins.

Whatever it may be, all of her villains suffer some consequences (even if it’s just not getting the girl as is the case for William Elliot in Persuasion). All except one: Frank Churchill. As Mr. Knightley’s frustrated speech above shows, Frank is so fortunate that by the end of Emma, he gets everything he’s ever wanted and everyone continues to love and cherish him as if nothing had happened (with the exception of Emma and Knightley).

And because the characters move on from his betrayal so quickly you can barely get a glimpse into their POVs, so does the audience. By the end of the book, most of the readers are as pleased with Frank as the people of Highbury.

I can just imagine Jane Austen cackling with joy at our silliness.

Just because there are no consequences for Frank and because all ends well despite his efforts to the contrary, it doesn’t follow that he should be absolved of responsibility. For all his professed love for Jane, Frank involves her in an imaginary extramarital affair, flirts with Emma in front of her and ultimately humiliates her at the picnic. For all his friendliness and affability, he is less than generous to his father, uses Emma for his own motives and is secretly chopping at the bit to see his aunt, the woman who raised him, dead so he can inherit her fortune. Despite what his endgame would suggest, Frank Churchill is an immature, selfish man who is used to getting his own way with little thought or care about how that might hurt other people.

Which brings us to Otis “I fell in love with your soul” Molyneux.

But, but … I hear you say … Fortunatelylori, he did suffer consequences. He lost Georgiana!

To which I say don’t bring out the pity parade just yet. Because in losing Georgiana, Otis’ actions are reduced to an unfortunate youthful indiscretion by the characters (Georgiana and Charlotte) as well as by the people watching. Because he shed some resigned tears and spoke prettily about how much he loved Georgiana’s soul, everyone is “delighted to forgive him”.

But just as with Frank, is his love for Georgiana enough to absolve him of his wrongdoings? Should we cheer for their potential reunion or think she deserves better, the way Mr. Knightley thinks about Jane? And while we’re on the subject, what are Otis’ crimes? He clearly never meant to cause Georgiana’s kidnapping so what’s the big deal?

What gets lost in Charlotte’s “you are insensible of feeling” rebuke of Sidney is that Otis isn’t a victim of circumstances nor is him honestly being in love with Georgiana a get out of jail free card. Otis is a gambling addict who has amassed debts so vast that the man who is trying to collect them resorts to kidnapping a teenager to get his money back. And that’s just one guy he owes money to.

Does he love Georgiana? Yes, in his own way he loves her just about as much as he loves losing money at cards. What do you think would have happened if they married? Because me thinks Otis would run through that 100.000 real quick while simultaneously loving the hell out of Georgiana’s soul.

Which brings me to Otis’s less than agreeable character traits: lying and manipulation. He lies to Georgiana from the first moment he meets her. Worst yet, he takes advantage of her vulnerability and he encourages her to rely solely on him for emotional support:

Georgiana: I was uprooted. Lost. In despair. Otis restored me to life. Those 3 months were the happiest I’ve known.

That sounds great and all but what happens after he’s gone from her life is that Georgiana feels like she suddenly has no one and nothing. Because her entire sense of self was tied to Otis.

He also allows Georgiana to believe that her guardian is a racist monster who is keeping them apart because of the color of his skin when he knows full well that’s not the case and also that Georgiana needs to have a good relationship with Sidney for the foreseeable future at least.

In order to keep up the charade, he takes active part in poisoning Charlotte against Sidney and very much enjoys playing the wronged party in this whole scenario:

Otis: But then your friend, Mr. Parker, took it upon himself to rip us apart.

Charlotte: However painful that might have been, Mr. Parker must surely have had Georgiana’s best interest at heart.

Otis: Then you clearly don’t know Mr. Parker as well as you think.

 Lying is so ingrained in Otis’ modus operandi that he can’t help himself from doing it even when there’s not even the slightest chance that he can get away with it:

Beecroft: Oh, yes! The famous Miss Lambe! Mr. Molyneux speaks of little else. Miss Lambe this, Miss Lambe that.

Otis: That is a lie! If I mentioned her it was only in passing …

Beecroft: I’m not the liar here. You told me a wedding was imminent. That her fortune was as good as yours. I never would have let him run such a debt otherwise.

Otis: All I wanted was to buy a little time … If I had known even for one moment …

What was that about Sidney not having good reason to keep you away from Georgiana, Otis?!?

Also look at him running the eluding responsibility obstacle course like a pro:

Otis: He’s sold her! The villain has sold her!

Charlotte: What?

Sidney: In return for a promise to buy his debt, she’s been handed to some dissolute named Howard. Even now he’ll be dragging her to an altar.

Charlotte: An altar? But that cannot be allowed without your permission.

Sidney:  No. They have no such laws across the border. There they will marry you with impunity.

Otis: Had you only allowed us to marry!

Otis has gambled himself silly, bragged about Georgiana’s money to the worst possible people, disappeared from public view (he hasn’t picked up his mail in weeks because he’s in hiding from the debt collectors) and his reaction is to put all the blame on Sidney. That is not the behavior of a well-balanced adult. This is the behavior of a gambler who thinks he can talk his way out of anything because he has “game”.

This brings us to his last scene with Georgiana when everything comes into focus. If you really think about it, there is not a single moment during their relationship where Otis isn’t lying to her, including the romantic separation that hit everyone in the feels:

Otis: I’ve gambled. That is true. But whatever they tell you, I never gambled with your name.

Notice how the first thing out of his mouth is manipulative. “Whatever they tell you” i.e. turst no one but me. I’m the only one who is telling the truth so listen to me as I lie my ass off right now.

Otis: I never boasted of your wealth. I boasted of you.

Two lines in and he’s already lied twice. You can actually do a play by play of what he says here and what he says in the Beecroft scene.

And then comes the coup de grace!

Otis: It was pride. That is all! And Lord knows, I have paid for it!

As consequence of his gambling, hiding from his creditors and running his mouth about Georgiana’s fortune, the woman he loves was kidnapped, Charlotte almost got raped and Sidney is however many thousands of pounds lighter for paying off his debts. So bring out the waterworks for Otis, guys! Let’s not forget who the real victim in all of this is!  

Alexa, play Despacito.

Otis lies so much he has ended up internalizing his lies to such an extent that he has turned himself into a victim. His narrative is ultimately rejected by Georgiana, leaving him pained but that shouldn’t fool you into thinking he’s a good guy. Neither he nor Frank are moustache twirling villains but their flaws and the way they allow those flaws to affect the people they supposedly love speaks volumes about their character.

Maybe, eventually, they both grow up. Maybe Frank becomes more selfless and starts treating others with respect. Maybe Otis never gambles again and becomes the responsible civil rights leader he wants others to see him as.

But as things stand at the end of their story line, I, for one, am not willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. It’s sadly too late for Jane to pick herself another husband. But I haven’t given up hope that Georgiana will shake Otis off like a spot of English rain.

[lightninginabottle0613]

top 3 pieces of media that contributed to your bi awakening, go

oh my god … oh my god

to narrow this list genuinely brings me so much pain, so of course there are honorable mentions. but absolute top 3:

1. has to be just the entirety of BTVS. if i had to give my bi-wakening a time window, it would be 2010-2013, and i watched the whole series during that first year, and just … i like … lost sleep over it. i still can’t watch any willow scene without feeling 15 years old. i loved her with oz, and i loved her with tara, and i was like o..h!!!! both of those relationships were valid and real!!!! that’s wild and cool!!!

2. this one was late in the game tbh, i already was mostly ‘awakened’ when it came out, but this little mix music video. most of the first semester of my freshman year of college was drinking miller lite and dissecting this video frame by frame with my (eventual) first girlfriend. i just watched it again, and i am - how do you say - warm

3. ok i obviously loved the L word (i watched it for the first time as a HS senior, so like late 2012 vibes), and to this day i never vocally say the words ‘i’m gay’ as frequently as i do when i rewatch old episodes, but. in the midst of all of those feelings, i remember being so mad at the biphobia. and that was the first time i was ever really introduced to what those stereotypes looked like/how bisexuality is something that’s still so bristled at by other queer people. and i remember that the way it made me feel went beyond just plain sympathy for the character(s) - it hurt because it was poking at things that i was already thinking about myself. so!! not as sexy of an answer as the first two lol but still a pivotal one

honorable mentions:

- the intensity of my desire to make out with both aria and ezra in pretty little liars lmao. still the only other tv pairing i’ve ever felt that way about aside from arya and gendry

- alexa vega in spy kids (a movie i watched about ten thousand times as a child, and i never understood why until like last year)

- (the sex scene in black swan)

- newsies (1992)

- perhaps the most cliché answer of all, but i still physically vibrate out of my skin when i watch kristen stewart do literally anything. i could watch her watch someone watch paint dry. sorry! sorry . i’m …not sorry

anyway!!! another stupidly long answer later. my bi awakening was truly its own 100K word slow burn with light (?) angst, but i am happy to be here :’)

[erikismybitch]

Waiting in Vain: Chapter 1

This One Guy.

Marleys room was her safe space . It smelled like her, it looked like her , even the soft sheets felt like her . They were expensive enough. “Quality over quantity“ her mother would say when she was little . That was something she carried on , even after her life .

“Alexa, turn on my fucking light” Marley groaned , she had been hearing voices in the living room for the past hour . She didn’t even have Alexa, Marley just wanted to humor herself. She was trying to take a nap before she had to be logged on to her computer for work .

Marley controlled the social media content for a food delivery app. When people messaged and tweeted the company , Marley was the person who had to respond and help . She had to take a total of six hours a day , all dedicated to the complaints of unhappy customers . She just wanted a few hours of sleep, she had a busy day and needed to pull an all nighter .

But no, Tiana had to invite people over tonight. They were cousins and shared a living space . Well, Marley was living with her cousin. She fell on hard times and needed a place to stay while she got on her feet . Marley had given herself a year , it was month six so she was half way there. Ready to go wasn’t even the phrase that could explain how she felt . Paying half the rent wasn’t bad, but she wanted her own space.

There was a knock at her door, one of the many over the past hour . It was the same thing , somebody asking when she was “gonna’ come out” . From the sound of it , a football game was on . Marley wasn’t interested in any sport that didn’t involve Serena Williams . And plus , to her, football was fueled by racism, it’s workings were slavery-like. Marley also thought it was too many confusing rules , what’s a first down anyway .

She left her nest , spotted a few familiar faces and this one guy .

The one guy who approached Marley a few weeks ago . But once he laid eyes on Tiana, Marley was a distant memory .

His name was Erik.

And there were many before him , ever since they were little girls Tiana always prevailed . Marley rested the side of her body on the living room wall , every seat was taken so she had no choice . Also she was able to see everyone , but couldn’t keep her focus away from Tiana and Erik. His hand rested on her thigh , Marley could see the imprint from him squeezing it ever so often . They kept stealing seductive glances at each other. Marley rolled her eyes .

This is why I stay in my room, Marley preached to herself. All the while grabbing an unopened lime-a-rita and taking a huge swig . It was time for her to start work anyway . Without so much as a goodbye , she went back into her room . Uninterested on being around people . Marley felt a particular way , she didn’t know if it was loneliness. Everyone could lie and pretend that they were okay with rejection and being single . But nobody really enjoys being alone . Marley wanted to be wanted , even if it was for a moment. So she did what a lot of impulsive girls do . She sent a text to her ex boyfriend.

Trey, wyd?

She sent the text . And after letting thirty minutes pass he didn’t respond . Marley figured he wasn’t horny enough to respond back . “Why did I do that !” She slapped her for heads as self punishment. She felt that instant regret .

Marley logged into all social media accounts for work . Twitter was her first @Gunna671 was really upset about something missing from his order . She started off with the blue print .

We are sorry for the mistake , please tell me the item(s) that are missing from the order. And please provide the order number .

She managed to stay up for four hours , right before crashing again . The small fifteen minute cat nap lasted a little too long . Thank god, but not thank god for the loud noise that woke her up. It was now 2am.

Tiana was so damn loud , screaming Eriks name over and over . The sounds were muffled through the walls but Marley could hear everything . Even Erik’s recent remark about how “her shit was so wet” and how “her mouth felt just like her pussy when he was in it “

“Damn” Marley spoke out loud .

Her computer screen was still active with hundreds of unanswered direct messages and tweets. Before she got back to it, her phone screen lit up .

My bad , I didn’t see your text

Treys bullshit lie made her stomach growl with hunger . So she got up , those customers could wait another ten minutes. Through the hall she could hear them mumbling to eachother , it seemed as if they had finished . Thank god now. Nevertheless, Marley was on a food mission .

In the kitchen , she grabbed a box of hearty cereal from the cabinet . Poured it in a bowl and then added milk . Just as she retrieved her spoon, Tianas door opened. Erik walked out of the room . Nothing on but his briefs and a smile , he exuberated confidence as if he lived there . This was Eriks house. He displayed the same arrogance that attracted Marley to him in the first place , he didn’t even have to say a word .

They were at a club , he approached Marley but he couldn’t keep his wondering eyes off her cousin . “Her name is Tiana, go ahead “

Marley had grew tired of his act quickly , she knew where he really wanted to be . Routinely, if he would have just saw Tiana first . Usually, Tiana would reject them . But not Erik , not a man who was built to perfection like him . From his brown skin , bulging biceps and dimpled smile . He probably didn’t even know what rejection felt like .

He smelled like cologne and latex. That latex smell always carried on its own . Erik mumbled something about juice . Marley heard him loud and clear but she was still upset at him for his choice . She ignored him . It got awkward because he repeated himself , so he knew for a fact she heard him . He didn’t like that , he could get rude too .

“You didn’t hear what I said?” he raised his tone , in a father-like manner , like one that was fed up with a teen .

“Nope” Marley was dry with him . Erik kissed his teeth and brushed past her . He moved so quickly that it startled her . He opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice . It just so happened to belong to Marley. “Aye, that’s mine!” She warned him .

“So I can’t have none?” He smirked, trying to use his charm to dissolve the situation .

“No, you should have asked” Marley went towards him to reach for the carton of juice , he snatched it back just as the tips of her fingers touched his. Erik looked down at her , his smirk was gone . He had tried his best to be cordial , but he took big offense to people who snatched things from him . Plus, he had already asked her twice .

“I don’t give a fuck if this is your house or not , don’t you ever try to take something from me “ He was loud and clear . Marley stood back in fear . Something about him made her freeze . If it was any other person , she would have returned the same energy . He looked directly at her but she couldn’t fathom looking him back in the eye. He slammed the carton on the counter , so hard that the bottom began to leak.

“You shouldn’t be drinking all this sugar anyway , you’ll just keep getting bigger”

The gasp that seeped through her lips came out strong. Erik had made Marley feel so small , thank god he walked away . He didn’t get a chance to see her eyes water . Marley had completely lost her appetite.

Is he saying I’m fat ? That was a fat joke right ? I know he isn’t concerned about my health , he fucking called me fat .

She continued to cloud her thoughts with disaproving opinions about herself . Marley cleaned up the leaking juice and threw the carton in the garbage can . Her cereal bowl went into the trash too.

I’m not even that big , I wear a size twelve , sometimes a ten . It’s because I’m not cute . Does he think I’m fat ? Tiana and I are the same size . Maybe I should cut out the sugar . I am fat .

She washed the stickiness off of her hands , dried them and walked back into her room . Down the hall where the return of their sex sounds was ever so prevalent. “Fuck him” she whispered loudly.

Like everyone, Marley had experienced a few insults in her lifetime. Self confidence and reassurance can only go so far . Only liars say things can’t hurt their feelings . Words hurt everybody . She crumbled into her safe bed and thought of the things she should have said back . But who was she kidding , there was no comeback that could have broke Erik down . She wished she had something on him , like “Thats why you failed high school” or “That’s why your father left your mom” but she didn’t know his history . She just knew his name and from the sounds of Tianas screams , she knew he could fuck .

She opened her phone again .

My bad , I didn’t see your text

She read Trey’s text and responded. Again , Marley knew he was lying , after four years she could read him like a book . Even through his text messages . She just wanted the feeling of touch from someone, even if that person endowed the most pain on her.

It’s fine , you sleep?

Nah , come thru

He knew what the 2am text meant . She needed him to make her feel good . Pulling pride to the side, Marley got dressed . Leggings, hoodie , and uggs. Whatever she wore would be snatched off as soon as she walked through his door . Well, depending on who was all there. Treys house was a never ending revolving door. Full of drugs , fights , a mother who let the streets raise her kids and everlasting drama. The stories Marley could tell about the time spent there were unbelievable.

I’ll be there in 15

She left , without telling Tiana. She was sure to have a few angry text messages from her cousin in the morning . Living with Tiana came with a dirty kitchen and attachment issues . Marley got into her car , when it heated to completion she left . Six more months , the lease that held both of their names would be over . Where Marley could move on with her life , new friends , new experiences, a new state . She hoped . But for now , Trey would do.

Hope you guys like the intro :)

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Chapter 6

A/N: Since you guys have all been incredibly kind and supportive in sending me such awesome messages and questions that have literally made me so happy, motivated and smiley.... I MUST SHARE THIS CHAPTER WITH YOU! Please enjoy and as always, would love to hear from you xx

Alexa had never been so distracted before in her life. It had been five days since Harry and her had their first date and all she could think of was that night. It consumed her mind day and night just thinking about every little detail, reliving the moments that made up their very memorable first date. The way Harry’s deep blue eyes stared into her own, the feeling of his soft but eager lips devouring hers and the gentle touch he so freely gave were all constant thoughts that pulled her from every aspect of her life.

To be quite honest, it terrified Alexa to be feeling this way so quickly about Harry.

“Lexi, honey?” Alexa’s mother, Clara called her name.

“Yes, mom?” Alexa shook her head and buried the thought of Harry from her mind.

“Can you take these burgers out to your brother for me? And ask Ruby if she could come in and make her special punch?” Clara held up a platter full of uncooked burgers for Alexa to take outside.

It was Alexa’s father’s birthday today and even though her father did not want a party, they decided to have a casual family barbeque instead. Alexa rounded the kitchen counter and grasped the platter about to take it away when her mother continued to hold it steady, not releasing it. Her eyes lifted finding Clara staring at her with a suspicious look.

“You seem quiet today. Everything alright, sweetie?” Her mother’s brown eyes searched her expression to find the slightest indication that Alexa was not.

“I am fine.” A soft smile formed on her lips hoping to distract her mother from the obvious. “I have been swamped with work and a case that is hard not to take home with me.” She fibbed a little.

Alexa could feel Clara’s brown eyes staring a hole into her, knowing quite well that there was something else than work on Alexa’s mind. It was purely a mother’s intuition, but she released the plate anyway. “Remember to send Ruby back in.” Clara watched her youngest daughter walk out to the yard through the patio door.

“Lexi!” Ruby hollered her name and came walking hastily towards Alexa bringing her into a warm embrace. “It’s been too long since I have seen your beautiful face.” Hugh’s long time girlfriend, Ruby, squeezed Alexa tighter.

“That’s what happens when you two move away, Ruby!” Alexa stepped out of the hug as they shared a look. “Have you all settled in yet?”

Ruby sighed and shook her head. “It was so last minute that we have hardly had anytime for unpacking. The house is gorgeous, but needs a little work. We could definitely use your eye for design to help us decorate!” Ruby leaned in and wrapped her arm around Alexa squeezing her shoulder. “You need to come up for a weekend! I miss our foodie dates!”

Alexa tossed her head back in laughter. “I know! It’s hard to find a replacement!” Alexa smiled up at Ruby. “I will see if I can come up for a weekend this summer. But, I do need to send you inside to make your special punch… and get these burgers to Hugh before dad leaves his own party!”

She carried the platter of burgers towards her two brothers who were already in an argument. “But, if you cook the burgers centrally they just cook better!” Levi explained with his hands while lecturing his elder brother Hugh.

“Let me guess, it’s science!?” Hugh exaggerated, trying to provoke his nerdy brother further.

“Well, yes.” Levi nodded while adjusting his glasses. “And if you taught science as opposed to history and gym you would know that.”

Hugh turned with a menacing look as he stared down Levi making Alexa walk quicker towards them to break things up. “Ok! Here are the burgers, Hugh.” Alexa squished in between them creating some distance, but it was if they did not even acknowledge her presence.

“Levi, mom needs you inside.” Alexa urged him and gave her brother a little nudge to break the glaring match between her two brothers. “Mom. Inside. Now.” She simplified it for Levi.

Alexa shook her head while watching Levi walk inside the house. Her brothers were completely different from one another, yet related all together. Hugh was the typical man’s man, a sports lover who spent too much time at stadiums and bars while Levi would rather put his nose in a book or watch a documentary and learn something.

“Hey, little sis.” Hugh grabbed a few burgers and placed them on the sizzling grill.

“I don’t understand why everything is a fight or competition between you.” Alexa scolded her brother. “It’s dad’s birthday… so behave.”

“Yes, mother.” Hugh giggled knowing that his comment would have annoyed his little sister.

“How in the world has Ruby put up with you all this time?” Alexa peaked up at her brother and popped out a hip while her hand rested on it. “She must be a saint.”

“It’s because of this pretty little face.” He flashed Alexa a charming smile that made her unable to hold in her laughter. The conversation between them fell into a comfortable silence.

“How are you really doing, Alexa?” Hugh flipped over a few burgers while waiting for her reply. Hugh had always been the rougher, protective older brother, but when it came to Alexa he was also the biggest teddy bear there was. When Rose was still alive, she had taken up much of their parents time being in and out of the hospital and Hugh had stepped up to look after Alexa due to their near eight year age gap between them. When their parents could not be at her soccer games, he was there on the side lines cheering her on, he was the one who picked her up from school and even sometimes the one who tucked her into bed at night.

Hugh was never asked to do any of it, but he did it anyway and without a complaint. Hugh always made Alexa feel special and not forgotten when their sister was getting all the attention mainly due to her illness. He even learned how to make her favourite meal from their grandmother so he could surprise her with a warm home cooked meal for Alexa’s tenth birthday that she had been requesting. But, Rose had became quiet ill and her birthday was forgotten by all except Hugh who spent the day with Alexa, even pulling her out of school to take her to a movie she had been dying to see.

“I am doing really good, Hugh.” Alexa smiled widely up at her brother. “Works been busy, but a good busy.”

“Any guys?” Hugh cleared his throat, not entirely loving this part of their conversations.

Alexa pursed her lips together. There was no way Alexa was going to tell Hugh about her date with Harry. All that she could think of was the time when Hugh got his police officer friend to run a background check on Alexa’s date, needless to say there was only one date since Hugh showed up and confronted the guy about a speeding ticket in the middle of their dinner. A bloody speeding ticket and the guy was no good for his little sister.

“Nope.” Alexa tried to make it sound believable, but she was a shit liar and Hugh could see right through it.

“How many dates you’ve been on?” Hugh grabbed his beer and casually took a sip. He did not even have to look at Alexa to know she was not telling the truth to him.

“One…” She muttered and gave in knowing that Hugh would squeeze it out of her eventually.

“And? Is he a good guy? Buy you dinner? Home before midnight?” Hugh fired a series of questions at his sister.

“Yes…. yes… and no.” Alexa answered quickly and turned on her heel walking away to end the conversation knowing very well that Hugh would not be pleased with the last answer.

“Lex!” He hollered after her. “Before midnight!” Hugh narrowed his eyes at Alexa, but she just shrugged it off and walked over to her father who was riffling throw the shed outside.

Stepping carefully around various objects that had been tossed outside the shed, Alexa peaked around the corner of the doorframe to see her father sorting through things. “Dad?” Alexa interrupted her father making his head turn and his face light up with a smile.

“Alexa!” He dropped the item and stumbled through others on the ground to get to her. Benjamin grabbed his daughter’s small frame and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Happy birthday, daddy.” Alexa closed her eyes feeling the sense of security surround her as her father hugged Alexa.

“Thank you sweetheart. It means the world to me that you are here.” He squeezed Alexa a little harder before allowing her to break free from the hug.

“Now, you need to stop working and relax.” Alexa raised her eyebrow at him. “It is your birthday and you should not be working.”

Alexa turned and walked side by side with her father across the grass as he kept an arm around her. “You know me, Lexi. I don’t like to sit still.” Alexa peaked up at her father with her deep green eyes and that look was enough to convince him otherwise. “Alright… but only today.” Ben promised his daughter that he would enjoy the day with his family that had all gathered to celebrate him.

Happy birthday dear Benjamin Happy birthday to you

The whole Grey family were singing Happy Birthday to their father and husband while Alexa brought out a cake full of candles and set it down on the table outside. Her eyes locked with her father and beamed down at him.

“Make a wish, dad.” Alexa stood back and grabbed her camera, lining up a good angle. Seeing her father smile as big as he did through the lens made her heart swell with joy. Her father always worked so hard to provide for their family that having a small party was the least they could do for him. He gave all of himself day after day being a first responder, a firefighter in the city of London and he gave even more of himself afterwards to his family.

Alexa snapped a few pictures as Ben closed his eyes and made a wish before blowing out all of his candles in one try. “Not even one left?!” Hugh poked fun at his father.

“A firefighter knows how to put out all fires, Hugh.” Benjamin laughed as the rest of the family joined in.

“Ok we need to take a family picture!” Alexa announced before everyone dived into the homemade cake that their mother made. Groans filled the air as Alexa shuffled them into a group. Alexa was unofficially made the photographer of the family and was often seen carrying a camera at family gatherings to capture the special moments they shared.

“Here, I can take it!” Levi’s new girlfriend, Olivia got up from the table and took the camera from Alexa.

“You should join us.” Alexa quietly offered, wanting to make Olivia feel welcomed. Levi and Olivia had recently introduced one another to their families after keeping their relationship quiet for almost half a year. Olivia had been divorced for almost two years when she met Levi at a conference and they immediately hit it off.

“Are you sure?” Olivia turned her head to find Levi smiling back at her while nodding.

“Of course, Olivia. Get in there!” Alexa set the camera up on a timer and joined in the group photo beside her mother.

The family was sitting around outside enjoying the sunny day while catching up in everyone’s lives. They were a close knit family and tried to get together as often as possible, but their busy lives sometimes proved it difficult too so days like this made it all worth it.

“Andrew had told me that Eugenie is getting married to a Jack guy?” Alexa’s father brought the topic up. His head turned and locked in Alexa’s green eyes watching her nod silently.

“Yes, she is.” Alexa giggled lightly. “Jack is lovely and really makes her happy.”

“Well, then we are happy for her.” Ben shifted in his chair.

Alexa averted her gaze and started to smush the rest of the uneaten cake together as she internally debated whether or not to tell her parents about her role in Eugenie’s wedding. “She also asked me to be her maid of honor.” The blonde let it slip at the exact moment where every conversation around her fell silent. Suddenly, all eyes fell upon Alexa, but no one spoke a word.

Ruby was the first one to break the silence. “You are going to be Princess Eugenie’s maid of honor at her royal wedding?” Ruby’s blue eyes were as nearly as wide as her mouth.

“Yeah, I am.” Alexa smiled with a shrug of her shoulders making it seem like no big deal.

“Lexi.” Ruby leaned in towards Alexa. “You do realize that there will be so many royals, aristos, famous people and not to mention that I am sure that it will be televised for the whole world to see. People love the British Monarchy… well for the most part.”

It was in that moment that the weight of Alexa agreeing to be Eugenie’s maid of honor hit her. Of course she agreed without a second thought of it simply because they had been friends for such a long time. But, Alexa failed to remind herself of the big picture. This was not an ordinary wedding; this was a royal wedding like Ruby had just reminded her of.

“I think it is so sweet that you agreed to even if it comes with so much pressure.” Clara, Alexa’s mother broke through her thoughts as she sat down beside the girls. “You two were so close from the very start. It’s hard to think if I did not organize that fundraiser for Sarah’s charity that you two would likely have never met.”

“You are starting to make me very nervous about it all now.” Alexa laughed nervously.

“It will be all fine, sweetheart.” Alexa’s mother leaned in and squeezed her knee reassuringly. “None of the glam or the guests of the wedding matters except you being there for Eugenie on the most wonderful day of her life and supporting her through it.”

“Thanks mom.” Alexa half smiled. “I hope so.”

Alex pulled in to the private car park on the private side of Kensington Palace. After such a long day of work, spending time to help Eugenie plan some of the wedding and do more work was the last place where Alexa wanted to be. But, she simply could not say no after Eugenie called her during the day and vented in how stressed out she was to her friend. So she agreed to stop by the palace after work and try to help out her best friend.

Reaching into the back Alexa grabbed the two bottles of wine that she had stopped to buy on her way over. Climbing out of her car she saw a caravan of vehicles speed through the private entrance. She thought it must have been William or Kate returning from an engagement so she simply ignored them. Rounding the vehicle to grab a few items out of the trunk she heard a door slam shut behind her.

Turning around it was Prince Andrew walking towards Alexa with an elated smile. “Alexa!” He approached her and gave her a warm welcoming hug. “It’s been so long since I have seen you. It’s a pleasure.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Andrew.” He released Alexa and stared into her trunk.

“You came to help out Eugenie? I think she called in the army!” Andrew barked a laugh.

“Yeah, I can imagine how hard it must be to plan a royal wedding.” Alexa turned around and started to grab a few items.

“Here, let me help you carry these inside.” He graciously offered to help Alexa.

“Thank you so much, Andrew.” Alexa walked into the palace beside Andrew making small talk along the way towards Eugenie’s apartment.

“How is your father doing? I have not spoken much to him since we got back from our fishing trip last month.” Andrew asked her.

“Well, you know him. He can’t sit still on his days off.” Alexa smiled out of a light giggle. “We had a small birthday for him on the weekend and all he wanted to do was clean and sort through that old shed of his.”

“Yes, I can certainly believe that.” Andrew nodded. “We will have to have them over for dinner sometime soon.” The Prince was referring to him and his ex-wife Sarah who were privately rekindling their relationship after numerous years of divorce. The public had suspected a reunion after rumors had spread like wildfire, but everyone in their private life knew they were taking things slow and figuring it all out privately. Eugenie had confided in Alexa early on about her parents getting back together and was not entirely sure if it was the right thing for them, but in the end all she wished was happiness for both her parents.

“I am sure they would love that, Andrew.” They had arrived at Eugenie’s apartment and walked right in to find Sarah already there sitting down across from Eugenie discussing something.

“You two made it!” Sarah caught their figures behind Eugenie and stood up, Eugenie following suit.

“Alexa!” Eugenie nearly came running towards her friend and hugged her tightly. “I am so thankful that you are here. I have been stressing all day long and need your help.” Eugenie stepped out of the hug and locked eyes with Alexa.

“Well, that is why I am here!” Alexa smiled warmly back at her friend. “And I brought some wine!” She held it up in the air and saw the stress instantly fade away off Eugenie’s face.

“And… that is why you are my best friend!” Eugenie grabbed the bottles and went into the kitchen to grab a couple glasses of wine to serve some while Alexa walked over to greet Sarah.

“Hello, darling.” Sarah opened her arms ready to give Alexa a hug to which she walked straight into feeling Sarah wrap her arms around her frame.

“Hello, Sarah. I hope you are well.” She gently rubbed her back.

“I am doing just fine despite seeing my youngest all stressed out and worried about all this planning to be done.” Alexa stepped out of the hug and looked up at former duchess.

“Quite honestly, it makes me more nervous and stressed too.” She giggled nervously.

“I can certainly understand that.” Sarah nodded in understanding just when Andrew joined them.

“All those protocols can be a bit much for someone not having a lifetime to learn them.” Andrew chimed in. “You know who you should speak with?” The Duke of York tilted his head. “My nephew, Harry.” He hummed out as his eyes turned bright at his idea.

“Yes!” Sarah agreed. “Harry would be an excellent source of knowledge. He was William’s best man and could give you some tips.” Sarah leaned in further and whispered. “He is also not bad to look at…” Eugenie’s mother winked at Alexa as she nearly died internally at her comment, hoping to god her facial expression had not given Alexa away.

Eugenie stepped in from behind and handed Alexa a full glass of wine having over heard her parents talking about Harry, unknown to the fact that Harry and Alexa had already gone on a first date. “Don’t you think so, Eugenie?” Sarah asked her daughter while Eugenie watched Alexa nearly down half the glass of wine.

A mischievous smirk graced her lips seeing Alexa’s pleading eyes to save her from this conversation about Harry. “Yeah, I think that would be a fabulous idea! Maybe they would even hit it off!” Eugenie snickered knowing their little secret. Alexa’s eyes narrowed at her friend for being no help and literally aiding in the rest of her parents remarks about how wonderful it would be to see Harry with Alexa.  

“You two would be such an amazing couple together.” Sarah simply would not stop talking about it as they sat down to do more planning. “He needs a woman like you in his life.”

“Thanks, maybe I will speak with him.” Alexa finally gave in just to end the topic of conversation. “Now, where were you before we interrupted your plans.” She looked towards Eugenie who then led the planning.

“I think Westminster is the perfect place for the wedding, Eugenie.” Prince Andrew tried to sway his daughter towards his side while Sarah wanted a whole different venue. Eugenie felt caught between her parents once again. Alexa could sense her friend’s apprehension in deciding where to get married and not wanting to start a fight with her parents so she intervened on Eugenie’s behalf.

“Well there is no rush in deciding, is there?” Alexa spoke up. “It is a big decision and I am sure Jack would want to have a say.” She gave Eugenie an out.

“Yes!” The princess jumped at the suggestion. “Jack and I love Westminster, Windsor and St. Paul’s but we need a bit more time to discuss it.”

Andrew leaned forward not highly impressed that his daughter could not make a decision. “You cannot take too long, Eugenie. Have you decided on a date at least?”

Eugenie nodded with a beaming smile. “August 19th.”

“That is only four months away?” Sarah’s concerned expression was plastered all over her face. “Are you sure that is enough time?”

“It’s what we want, mother.” Eugenie smiled hopefully. “Jack and I have discussed a few things already and we are set on the date. We want a summer wedding and August is normally quite mild.”

Alexa had suggested that they compile a list of things that need to be done and when so they could stay on track of everything. She seemed to be acting as a mediator between Eugenie and her parents for most of the night, which she was fine with. Alexa was getting the feeling that Andrew and Sarah wanted more input in the wedding plans than their daughter and tried to sway her opinions to what they wanted as if it were their wedding.

“Goodnight girls. Don’t stay up too late, it’s a work night.” Sarah pointed her finger at the both of them as she left hand in hand with Andrew after a few hours of planning. Quite frankly, Eugenie just wanted them out so she could do more planning with Alexa on their own and not worry about pleasing her parents.

“Oh, we won’t.” Eugenie waved goodbye with a fake smile and quickly closed the door and leaned up against the frame. “Thank god they are gone!” She pushed herself off the door and walked towards Alexa. “I seriously cannot thank you for intervening tonight. I felt that they were planning their own bloody wedding.”

“Eugenie.” Alexa sat down on the sofa beside her friend with her body angled towards the princess. “It is your and Jack’s day no one else’s. It is your wedding and you two do whatever you want. If you try to please everyone, you will be the only one not pleased.” Alexa offered some sound advice.

Eugenie pulled her friend into a warm hug and squeezed her hard. “Thank you so much. I really needed to hear that.”

“That’s what I am here for!” Alexa patted Eugenie’s back before breaking free out of the embrace.

“Oh! Tell me how did you date go with Harry?” Eugenie shifted to the edge of her seat waiting for all the details. “I haven’t really talked to you since and all you texted me was that it went well!”

Alexa cleared her throat not sure where to start. “Well, Harry and I went on a dinner cruise along the Thames River for an evening.” She shied away from any eye contact with Eugenie as Alexa continued to share the details of their date with her best friend. “We got to see all the London Eye, Big Ben and the Tower Bridge all lit up at night. It was beautiful and the food was amazing on top of it all.”

“What a charmer! Harry must really like you if he pulled out all those stops on the first date!” Eugenie fell into laughter seeing an embarrassed Alexa silently agree.

“We were able to talk lots and I felt I got to know him more you know? Like more than what I already knew about him.” Alexa tried to explain.

“So the conversation was good? Was it awkward at all, you know how sometimes first dates are?” An intrigued Eugenie bombarded Alexa with questions.

The blonde reached for her glass of wine and took a sip, feeling the wine coat her throat. “No, it was not awkward at all. I am strangely comfortable around Harry for whatever reason. Yeah, I mean we talked about my family, about out exes and I blatantly asked Harry if he was over Chelsy…”

Eugenie leaned back in shock. “You just outright asked him?” Eugenie was a bit worried about what Harry’s response was. She knew for a fact how in love with Chelsy Harry had become.

“Yeah, I know.” Alexa took another drink of wine. “He said he was over her and that he could not waste time with someone like that again.”

Alexa looked towards her friend with a sincere expression. “Do you think he meant that?” Her blue eyes were searching for any sign of doubt within Eugenie’s. “Because I don’t think I could be just a fling or a rebound to someone.”

Eugenie could sense Alexa’s concern from where she sat and it was a valid concern at that. Sighing deeply, she answered her friend. “Chelsy and Harry were together for a long time, Alexa.” Eugenie paused. “But, I can honestly say that I do not think you are a fling or rebound to Harry.” The princess leaned in with a crooked grin. “Based on how I saw him staring at you when he first saw you in your dress and what he arranged for your date… I am positive you are more than that to him.”

“Thanks.” Alexa shook her head. “I honestly am so in trouble Eugenie…”

“Oh girl! I can already tell that you are!” Eugenie slapped her knee and tossed her head back in laughter. “I knew you two would hit it off!”

“Can we keep this between us though?” Alexa became quietly reserved. “It’s only been one date and we plan on going on another, but you know how things are once people start talking.”

“Your secret is always safe with me!” Eugenie zipped her lips closed with her finger. “Though Cressida asked me about you two…” Alexa’s smile faded as her lips parted to speak, but simply could not.

“Don’t worry I said nothing. Just feigned I did not know anything.” Eugenie reassured Alexa. “But, I think she still has a thing for Harry despite what happened at the party.”

“Oh great!” Alexa smiled forcefully. “One more thing she can use to fuel her hate with me.”

“I don’t understand why you two can’t get along.” Eugenie shook her head. “I know she is jealous of you being my friend and mainly because you are apparently middle class.” The princess rolled her eyes. “Like I care about that.”

“I have never had an issue with her personally.” Alexa placed her hand across her chest. “She just hates me for being me I guess, despite me trying so hard to be nice to her.”

“You are always respectful towards Cressida, I see that.” Eugenie nodded her head. “Just don’t let her get to you.” The princess took a sip of her wine. “Quiet honestly, she acts like a little spoiled child sometimes when she does not get what she wants.”

“Well don’t tell her that Harry kissed me then.” Alexa let that little tidbit of information slip through her lips.

Eugenie nearly choked on her sip of wine, her eyes becoming wide at what Alexa said. “You two kissed and you are only telling me about this now?!” She practically yelled. “You broke your rule!”

“Yes, I am well aware of that Eugenie.” Alexa grabbed the bottle of wine and poured more red wine into her glass.

“You have never kissed anyone on the first date!” Eugenie kept repeating it in complete shock. “Like no one ever except Harry!” Alexa leaned back into the soft material of the sofa and just drank her wine while Eugenie had a mini freak out.

“Wait?” Eugenie scooted to the edge of the sofa. “Was it like one kiss or did you make out? Did he walk you to your door and give you a good night kiss?!” Eugenie was in dire straights needing more details.

Alexa did not even have to respond as her flushed crimson cheeks gave her away. Her growing smile at the memory of locking lips with Harry was proof enough.

“You totally made out with him!” Eugenie giggled and fell laughing into her friend.

“Yeah, he’s a pretty damn good kisser.” Alexa knew this would throw Eugenie over the edge.

“Ah! How can I keep this a secret now?!” Eugenie and Alexa dissolved into a fit of giddy laughs and finished the rest of the bottle of wine.

Alexa’s Outfit for her father’s birthday

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Murray, I have asked you repeatedly not to call me "woman".

A NOTE FROM ADMIN R: Oh, oh, oh ! Y’all don’t know how happy I am to be accepting this application. Dylan is truly one of my CHW faves and to have her taken up by you, Cailin... that’s just an honor. I can not wait to see what you do with her, but I know one thing... this dash ain’t ready fro the looks Dylan is about to serve us. Thank you so much for applying and welcome back, love !

OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

cailin, (she/her), 25, est

DESIRED CHARACTER:

queen mother, dylan davenport

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE?

8-10

SECONDARY CHOICE:

taylor flick

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

Dylan is shrouded in beauty, bold fashion choices, witty comebacks, and her daddy’s debit card. But the woman wearing the Amina Muaddi heels to 7/11 is much more interesting than her out of this world clothes. If Chanel’s head is in the clouds, Dylan’s feet are planted on the ground. She’s the fuel to the fire, the one who gets shit done. Things don’t move without her — and that includes the fashion scene in Rosewood. Dylan could’ve been a surgeon, she has the brains and attention to detail for it, but, you see, what Dylan says or doesn’t say goes. She predicted high waist jeans making a comeback before Vogue did, telling the girls one day during first period. So she’s a bit of a culture oracle. It’s why people care about what she’s thinking, who she’s endorsing, what designers she’s buying. They even want to know what she’s watching on a monday night. Her confidence and sincerity is inspiring. When she’s not taste making though, she’s the loyalest, most straightforward friend you can find in her tax bracket. Balancing the thin line between being no-nonsense and fun to be around. She does it well, though. In fact, she does most things well (driving not included.)‌ Her peers boast about her style and charisma, her professors brag about her work ethic and creativity, her boyfriend….well, her love life is a tumultuous roller coaster but every icon needs a fixer upper. Plus she gets diamonds every time he fumbles.

SAMPLE WRITING:

( Alexa, play Daddy )

The day Dylan was born she became a daddy’s girl. Stevie Wonder could see it. Dada was her first word much to her mother’s chagrin. He never raised his voice at her, never got impatient with her when she spilled her juice or threw her food. He got up in the middle of the night so his wife wouldn’t have to even though he had meetings at 7 in the morning. It didn’t stop there, though. Mr. Davenport didn’t put her down at parties. He carried her around on his hip as he mingled and held court, demanding on no one use baby talk for his brilliant baby girl. “She’s smart like her mom.” He would say to his captivated audience. For her third birthday he rented out an entire amusement park. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t yet tall enough to ride the rides, she had asked for it so he made it happen. He was a doer and a fixer, but he wasn’t perfect. Mr. Davenport had always been a better father and provider than a husband.

So, when she was five, her parents went through a nasty divorce. The papers their lawyers drew up cited irreconcilable differences but she’d come to realize, many years later, that was just how rich people skirted around the truth in hopes of keeping people out of their business. In truth, Mr. Davenport had spent the better part of his career sleeping with secretaries, temps, and clients. Basically anything that was of age and not nailed down. Mrs. Davenport had only grown tired of it after watching Halle Berry cry over Eric Benet  on Oprah. But like she’d taught  Dylan, Mrs. Davenport thought three steps ahead, and had arranged to have a cheating clause in their prenup. She saw the board before she’d even stepped foot on it. And, Sure, they’d been in love when they got married at twenty three, but a cheater never changed its spots, just his lies. In an instant, she got half of everything. Twenty percent of his future earnings, and 360 lipo for a girls trip to Maui to celebrate her emancipation.

All Dylan got out of the deal was two houses, two birthdays, two Christmases, two cars she still couldn’t drive when she turned sixteen. The court awarded them joint custody, ruling they both had enough sense to figure out the schedule on their own. But since that was the year her mom went back to school for her PhD, Dylan spent the majority of her time with her dad and a nanny. Those double holidays also served as a good distraction from the heartbreak she couldn’t explain. Though she was sharp as a whip and actually funny, not laugh because it’s a kid funny, but really funny, she still couldn’t wrap her little mind around why her parents drove to separate houses at the end of the night now. At all those parties, what stuck out the most was everyone saying what a handsome couple they were, how lucky they were to have another. They danced and laughed. They seemed so happy. But looks are deceiving and lucky for her, the loneliest year of her young life was also the year she met her best friend.

( Alexa, play Wannabe )

Dylan and Chanel became an instant package deal, and she thanked her father for not being able to keep his dick out of seedy holes because she wouldn’t have went to school in another district if her mom hadn’t won the house in the divorce, and she wouldn’t have sat down next to Chanel at show and tell, and they wouldn’t have bonded over their pretty dresses, or shared their organic apple juice. God worked in mysterious ways like that. She had a partner for life, and nothing came between them. Not even boys. And, despite having the power to date any eligible bachelor in her grade, she really liked one in particular.

The day she brought Paxton home her took one look at him and chuckled. Dylan figured it was because of the grill he hadn’t learned to talk without slurring with yet, but her mother had other ideas. “He reminds me of your father.” She said, long after he’d gone home, but not before Dylan spent fifteen minutes walking him to his car. The driveway was super long but her lipstick was nonexistent when she returned. That didn’t matter though, because Dylan knew what that meant. Her mom thought Paxton was charming, likable, handsome — but she also knew he was a liar and a dog. They argued for well over an hour, and she said some things she regretted but that’s what teenage girls did, they rebelled against becoming their mother all while doing so. She didn’t realize just how much he was like her father until she caught him DMing other girls on instagram and got a diamond necklace out of the deal. Still, it was clear that he could shoot a man in broad daylight and she would always be daddy’s little girl, nothing could change that.

“Daddy!” Dylan whined, clinging to her dad’s arm as they traipsed through another commercial property with their real estate agent. Today was the day she was finally going to buck up and switch locations from her dad’s pool house to an office space in scenic, downtown Rosewood. Being interviewed by magazines had been life changing, sitting front row of the hottest runways next to A-listers had its perks, doing a skincare routine video for vogue was dope, but expanding her business because the calls wouldn’t stop coming in to be styled be Dylan and her associates? That was something she’d done herself from the ground up. She’d started with styling her friends and now she was going to style the world.

( Alexa, play Successful )

Her heels were tall enough to greet God but she still only reached his shoulder. “I hope this one has vaulted ceilings.” Her tone was way past passive aggressive. She would’ve dialed it back had their agent not been set to make serious bank off of this, but had only been showing them office spaces with disgusting lighting and rude doormen. For all of their sakes, she hoped this one was better. “I need two sessions of hot yoga after the last mess you showed us, at least. My chakras are all out of wack now. Thanks a lot, A.” She was being dramatic but her dad didn’t stop her. He just smiled that infamous smile at the agent and excused himself to the back of the elevator to take a call. Dylan rolled her eyes when she caught their real estate agent, Angela, fawning. She was a slender woman with the proportion of a fashion model who only modeled in theory, never practice. With cropped hair and full lips. She’d been their families real estate agent for decades, found the house her mom had one in the divorce, but Dylan couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d slept with her dad while he was married to her mom, and for that she hated her.

The light dinged to signal they were at their floor, and the elevator doors slid open. When she bothered lifting them from a lengthy text she was typing to her beau, her eyes lit up like when her dad gifted her a patek for her eighteenth, or the G-Wagon that was still collecting dust in the garage for her sixteenth. Whatever the occasion was, she was aglow just like then. The floors were European oak, all the walls were white sans a charcoal accent wall that would be the space of her future desk, and yes, the ceilings were vaulted with windows to match. It was beyond.

“Daddy!” She squealed, running around the space and dreaming up renovation ideas. “This is the one. It’s, like, perfect.” Dylan ignored the real estate agent when she repeated the price tag. 1.2 million may have been a lot for some people, but some people weren’t his little girl and Angela should have known that by now. “Wait. I need to call Chanel!”‌ Dylan could bet she’d be calling Chanel the day Play got down on one knee ( What?‌ A girl could dream ) before she even said yes. She was greeted with a selfie when she unlocked her phone, tapping her chanel platform sneaker clad foot against the wood while the facetime call connected, “What do you think about staining the floor another color?” She asked before absolutely beaming when Chanel’s face appeared on the screen.

“I found it! I found the perfect space.”‌ Without another word, she flipped the camera and did a little dance when Chanel’s excitement nearly exceeded hers. She knew a squeal of absolute glee when she heard one, “I know! Ok, so Just imagine a chaise here, we can install some shelves here. Do you think we can get a Prosecco fountain?…” She walked her through the office like Angela had done moments before, moving out of earshot so her dad could handle business, while they discussed all the possibilities. “Today an office with a view, tomorrow Dylan Davenport’s Fashion Academy,” she beamed.

All her daddy had to do was sign on the dotted line, and she knew he would. He was, after all, her doer. He wouldn’t dare break that illusion…right? The journey from the bathroom back to the main area of the office space was a short one, and she was all smiles until she rounded the corner only for her dream to turn into a nightmare. Her face cracked along with the screen of her phone as it hit the ground and shattered, “DADDY!” She screamed. The sight of her dad and Angela kissing over paperwork causing her to gag instantly.

“Honey, let me explain…..”

There was nothing to explain. Horrible step parents was Jasper’s lane, not hers.

( Alexa, play Ring Off )

ANYTHING ELSE?

1985.

[wasiandonuts]

The Good Place Season 3 Finale: after-thoughts

*SPOILERS! duh..also it is very long, read at your own discretion*

So, that was a rollercoaster ride of a season. It started with Eleanor finding Chidi, for like the 803rd time, and it ended with Eleanor having to say goodbye to Chidi. After years of getting the soul squad back together, they are all having to face the torments of The Bad Place once again. Can’t they get a break?

Before getting in to Chidi and Eleanor’s storyline, I want to start with Michael, Janet, Tahani, and Jason. 

For Michael, he is just the sweetest demon in the entire universe. In the first season, he was not only an evil liar but also hated humans and did not want to do anything else in his immortal life other than to punish the four humans. Now, he literally is doing everything to save the four from eternal damnation while trying to fix the inevitably corrupt modern society we live in today. To me, he truly had the greatest glo-up. I am very hopeful to see Michael return to his Architect position and perhaps solve mankind’s greatest issues. In this episode, it was very insightful to see how he referred to himself as middle management because he technically is. The stress of the pressure of running this universe-changing experiment is insane and the humanity in Michael really showed during the finale.

Janet, too, had a great character arc within this season and throughout the show. She/It (remember she is not a girl!) was merely a physical version of Alexa and now, Janet is almost like the humans with feelings and the incredible ability to throw shade. I do feel bad about the situation with Jason. To be honest, I never really gave much importance to it until the finale. Going in to season 4, I see what the writers did there. They set up this supposedly insane love story between a Floridian DJ and a “Busty Alexa” (Eleanor’s words, not mine) who fell in love hundreds of years ago in literal hell. Now, Janet is going to play a much larger part in the new neighborhood but importantly, she/it is now a human-like member of the Soul Squad and will probably be Eleanor’s source of strength in the upcoming season(s). Woo go Janet!!

Tahani al-Jamil has been through a lot. Just this finale episode alone she was the first to be targeted by the Bad Place and their schemes. It was almost deja vu when she was planning to plant the ‘Marc Fake-obs’ joke on John, but then again, the Good Place reminds us of the evolution each of the characters went on. Though she is a supporting character, I would really like to see her play a bigger part with keeping the integrity of the soul squad together during the upcoming seasons and perhaps find love herself.

I felt kinda sad that Jason Mendoza wasn’t in this episode that much, but his character providing some much-needed comedy relief in all of the heaviness in the finale. I do wonder though why he is back in the monk outfit, maybe to keep him quiet for safety purposes. There must be a secret Schur reason why he is in different garb for this iteration of the Fake Good Place. Like with Janet, I think they are pretty cute together and I need at least some happiness. Also, he is also one of the remaining few to not have an ex or a gossip blogger in the new Good Place yet. It will be interesting to find out. I think it will either be his dad or an ex-dance crew member or even Pillboi.

Okay. Here we go. I just rewatched the episode a few times to not only feel the feels but also to catch any details that the podcast mentioned and I might have forgotten. Without knowing it, the entirety of the show’s plot relies heavily on the unlikely relationship between Chidi Anagonye and Eleanor Shellstrop. Looking back at this season, there were little hints that the writers planted that makes this ever the more heartbreaking.

In 3x08 (Worse Possible Use of Free Will), the entire episode is basically a flashback through cheleanor’s development in Reboot 112, a previously mentioned version in season 2. I was really excited to be fed that day and the subsequent episodes but I just rewatched it again and I noticed that the same type of situation happened again. (yes I know, reboots happen every second in this show) At the end, Eleanor promises Chidi that they will find each other again and that they are true soulmates. Even in the very first episode of season 3, Eleanor comes to Australia to ask Chidi for help to be a better person and the end of season 3, it once again is Eleanor in a doorway meeting Chidi. 

A lot of this season had to do with faith and memories. the Janet(s) episode reminded Eleanor, in this case, who she was because she did not remember and Chidi, like the amazing man he is, snapped her back to reality with a kiss and all was well (for a few eps). The sad part is that this time, when Chidi won’t remember Eleanor or any of the gang, Eleanor can’t just kiss him back to reality because he doesn’t even know how much she means to him. 

I cry a lot at very emotional things, but this episode was a kicker. It touched a lot of people since 1) the writers are very good and also very cruel, 2) the past few episodes saw a happy cheleanor, and 3) it was all very real in a way. We all have dealt with loss and love. Seeing one person love another and miss another but the partner doesn’t remember is so devastating. In all of the reboots, every one of them forgot everything. The sad thing is only one of them can’t remember the rest and that one is the moral glue that held all of the squad together. And looping back to a previous episode when Eleanor is crying and talking about how she is both happy and sad, she mentions something about love isn’t a sure thing and now, that love that she has been so afraid to give for the longest time was ripped away from her and now she has to watch and take care of the man she loves from a distance.

Going in to season 4, we are steering less towards philosophy and hard factual morals but rather towards the pathos side of things. What it means to be a human in the face of adversity and tragedy is the theme for upcoming seasons. I do hope the slow burn of Chidi finding Eleanor again is not so slow because they truly deserve to be happy in the little dot on top of the ‘i’. I also wish for less reboots now and tears because I never expected a comedy show that makes fart and sex jokes and puns all the time to make me sob over fictional characters but here I am and I don’t regret it.

Gah this whole episode was all too much. The memory video was touching and also very soft. The line that made me bawl was when Chidi said “I am gonna miss you” and his voice cracks, then Eleanor responds “but you won’t” and then “Bye, Chidi”. I felt that. To end, I just want to say thank you to Michael Schur, Megan Amram, and Jen Statsky for this episode and the entire crew for this crazy, funny, smart, and now very sad show that never fails to make my day. Also lots of hugs to Jameela, Manny, D’Arcy, Ted, and most especially Kristen and Will for gracing our screens. By the way, KB and WJH are two of the best actors I know and I love them as Chidi and Eleanor. Ok good night everyone and thanks for reading my braindump about my feelings. 

Everything is fine.

[coldflashwave-baby]

In honor of 2019, here’s a list of every story I’ve posted or updated in 2018

So we can learn to pick ourselves back up 

They were sitting at the dining room table with a man in a business suit. He seemed familiar, but Barry just couldn’t place it. Until the man met his eyes. The Batman. “Barry,” Ms. Jefferson, his social worker, greeted. “This is Mr. Bruce Wayne. He’s come to discuss taking you into his home…”

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Or the 'Bruce Wayne adopts Barry instead of Joe' AU

Shadows creep and want grows stronger

It was crazy, but he couldn’t let Barry go now. He had the Flash in his arms, full of love and admiration for him, choosing him over everyone else. It was what he always dreamed of.

Series: Part 6 of Barry Mardon

Memories have teeth, too 

All Leonard Snart wanted was to take the cute bartender out on a date. He didn't mean to get involved in a LITERAL blood feud.

Deeper into the parallel universe I had found 

In another world, Barry and Len were married. In that world, Len died in Barry's arms. On that Earth, Barry and Oliver founded the Justice Lords and created 'world peace', at the expense of freedom.

On Earth-1, Barry and Len have only been dating for a little over a year, the Flash is still a hero, and the world is running smoothly.

Not flesh and blood, but the heart

Harry’s heart nearly stopped when the news came that Zoom attacked the college, and a young man had been taken. According to the newscasters, Zoom had been going after a girl, but the young man jumped in the way and begged that he take him instead.

Zoom obliged.

God Brought Us Together for a Reason

Len believed in the supernatural his whole life, ever since his mother passed and he swore he saw an angel over her deathbed.

When he turned eighteen, he trained to be a demonologist under a man named John Constantine. That’s how, ten years later, he met Barry Allen.

No Place like Home

Sara Lance always dreamed of leaving Kansas, of visiting the world beyond cornfields and her father's stories about Mill Town and the Old Road. Then, the tornado came, and everything she thought she knew changed...

The Finger of God 

He’d found himself in that storm.

He found his purpose.

He was the storm.

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A Twister AU

We Raise Darkness 

Two years ago, Barry lost his fiance. Now, he's in and out of depressive moods, trying to move on with his life with the help of Michael Snart and Mick Rory. But there's something lurking in the dark, reaching out to the land of the living, its hand reaching out to grab Barry...

I am human and I need to be loved (just like everybody else does)

Nora and Joe didn’t tell them about the Charmed Ones, three witches joined together by an unbreakable bond of love and family, making them the strongest witches ever to live and the only ones who could conjure the greatest spell of all--the Power of Three.

Nora, fearing for her children and the warlocks and demons that would hunt them once they came into their powers, cast a spell that would bind their magic until they were ready.

What she didn’t expect was that, even after her death, they still wouldn’t be ready to shoulder the responsibility. They’d have to learn and grow on their own.

---- A Charmed AU

The thing that monsters have nightmares about

Barry panted, looking around at the piles of dust. Why was he so angry? All he could think about was that, a week ago, he’d felt numb and worthless. Now, it was replaced by anger and an almost bloodthirsty fury.

He wasn’t sure if it was better or worse, but at least he was feeling something. And it all started when…

He tightened his hand around the stake. No. No.

Like ‘em dangerous, rough, occasionally bumpy in the forehead region

When Barry stepped through the door of Saints, all eyes turned to him. Almost every vamp and demon in town recognized him by this point. They were all tensing, posturing, ready for a fight to break out and to get their chance at the Slayer.

All but one.

I owe you pain

“Zolomon needs this to complete his mission,” Oliver said, staring at the ax in front of them blankly. “He will use it to drain every potential Slayer and demon unworthy of his army until he’s powerful enough to face you. You have to keep it far away, Barry. It’s your duty.”

Barry opened his mouth to reply, but a horrifying screech cut through the near silence of the cavern. Barry fell to his knees and covered his ears while scanning the area around him. He couldn’t see anyone, but he knew it was a warning.

Black Siren knew where the weapon was, and she was coming for it.

Just plain screwing their brains out ‘cause they don’t want ‘em anymore 

“So, are you like Barry’s boyfriend or something? Is that why he keeps blowing everyone off? Because I kind of get it now if it is…”

“Shut up,” Mick snapped.

Seize the moment, ‘cause tomorrow you might be dead

"But you reminded me that Len might be dead, but I’m not. I have to live and move on...and I want to move on. Because I love you, too. And, after all this, I want to be with you.”

He leaned forward and pressed their lips together, ignoring the gasps of surprise from across the bar. “You’re the one."

Our Darhkest Secrets (with @mx-jinxous )

It’s been two years since Mick and Barry broke up since they blamed one another for their boyfriend’s death. Now, fate has brought them together again for another mission, one that holds a secret to Barry’s past and may rip everything they thought they knew apart forever.

Love is much stronger than war 

But as the city mourned the Flash, no one cared for Barry Allen, the young CSI who had been a suspected casualty of Zoom’s meta army, though a body had never been found. It never would be, either. -------

Len didn't sacrifice himself at the Oculus, knowing he had a husband to come home to. Barry sacrificed himself to get his speed back, knowing that he had a husband to protect.

Said the Snake

Savitar and Killer Frost kidnap Cisco and try to bring him to their side.

The Liar’s Kiss 

Barry nearly brained himself on the edge of his desk as his head shot up at the familiar voice. When his eyes landed on her, his heart skipped.

God, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Iris...”

Somebody call out to your brother (He’s calling out your name) 

His phone beeped in his pocket. A text. He pulled it out, his jaw dropping when he saw what it was.

From: Nimbus- Dude, isn’t that your brother?

There was a picture attached of Mark, sitting at the bar of Saints & Sinners, wearing a ball cap and drinking a beer. He was waiting for Barry.

“Barry?” Len said. “Everything okay?”

Series: Part 5 of Barry Mardon

Late Night Angst

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Mick’s name flashed across his screen, followed by a message: ALEXA.

Shit.

He jumped out of his seat. “Enough, everyone. We’re officially in Alexa Mode."

Series: Part 2 of Late Night with Len And Barry

Push and pull like a magnet do

On one hand, Eddie was a speedster, like him. He understood Barry, and made him feel special and like he wasn’t alone anymore. He could picture himself being happy with Eddie.

But then, there was Len and Mick.

Series: Part 4 of Barry Mardon

[7wanderingpaws]

A Windy Encounter (GOT7 Jinyoung) 1

A/N: Jinyoung fic coming up! It is a Pretty Woman AU but more in my style. It is inspired though, as I love that movie and Park Jinyoung is... well, you know. Park Jinyoung ;).

Pairing: Jinyoung x reader

Genre: Pretty Woman AU

Word count: 3.3K

:part1: Before the re-union.

“Where are you going dressed like that?” you heard your older sister ask as you were trying to sneak out of the house at 1am.

You froze, your foot still mid-air. “Erm, night walk.” You gritted your teeth at the horrible answer, hoping Jenna would comply.

“Night walk my foot,” she spitted, crossing her arms on her chest.

You smiled innocently her way, not daring to move closer to the main door. “What are you doing up at this time?”

“Sneaking up on you to know where you have been going out for the past few weeks.”

Gulping, you nodded and then turned around to head back to your room, before you heard her say: “Are you doing it only for money?”

Now you froze. Literally. Your heart was beating so fast your blood had barely any chance to catch up with it, your head becoming suddenly light. “What do you mean?”

She walked closer to you, almost touching your shoulder, glaring. “I asked, whether you are doing it for money.”

You breathed out a doubtful laughter. “Pff, what nonsense! What are you even talking about?”

One specialty about your personality was that you were an utterly terrible liar. Whenever you had to cover up for some of your friends you would get revealed basically right away and another ugly reveal was just about to come now.

“Y/N,” sighed Jenna, her face softening up. “Stop it, please. I know this is not you. You are not... like them.”

You didn’t respond, trying to suppress the tears of shame. She didn’t know why you were doing it. She didn’t understand that you were swallowing your pride to get to a better place in life. How could she? She received all the support from your poor parents. Or maybe it was because she had barely any ambitions, unlike you.

“And what am I like then?” you asked, a sudden urge to defend your sinful actions. It was completely irrelevant and pathetic of you but you were quite done. “If I am not like them, what am I like then?”

“This is your place, Y/N,” she replied strictly, looking you straight in your eyes. You didn’t avert your gaze. “We are a farmer’s family. There is nothing you can do and whatever your ridiculous ambition is, I’m telling you now – give it up quickly before it will get worse for you,” she hissed and then looked you over. Her eyes went up and down several times before she grabbed the light coat you were wearing (the only pretty thing you owned really but it was too thin for cold December) and pushed it down your shoulder, revealing the naked skin covering it. Your dress was glittery, shiny... and black.

Jenna sighed. “Where do you even get these dresses?”

You yanked your arm out of her grip, adjusting the coat. “None of your business.”

“It is my business if you push our family’s reputation down.”

“What reputation?” you scream whispered not to wake your sleeping parents. “You mean the reputation of the quality of our carrots and spring onions? Or the tomatoes and salads? Or the wonderful and tasty apples?” you laughed mockingly. “Please, give me a break.”

Jenna had had enough of your harsh words. She was just about to slap you when the doors on the bedroom opened and a sleepy, tired figure of your mother appeared. She was heading for the bathroom before she noticed you two in the little corridor. “Oh,” she breathed, surprised. “What are you girls doing up at this time?” she blinked a few times at you.

Before her eyes could wander over to your dress, you quickly left to your room, closing the doors behind you a tad bit harshly. You could finally let your tears spill down your cheeks. Your heavy breathing could be heard in the quiet room as your eyes looked at the big poster above your bed. Chase your dreams, it said.

Med school.

You nodded to yourself.

You needed money.

And you will certainly go back tomorrow.

  You have been pleasing men for several weeks now. Despite it being completely disgusting to you, you couldn’t stop with it even if you wanted to, that is unless you would plan to give up your dream.

Your dream was simple for many, but for you it was complicated and a subject you avoided, because nobody knew about it. To become a doctor was something that your family would barely dream about, let alone make it happen. You came from a poor family, generations and generations of farmers and low class.

Dirt was constantly under your nails, smudges of earth were basically nonstop present on your face and your hair.

Thankfully, you had a wonderful best friend who always made sure you look perfectly seductive when it came to the dark hours of the night. She would even borrow you her clothes (under the condition that you would wash them before returning them) and do your hair.

You weren’t being a “men pleaser” every night. Just once or maximum twice per week as you had other part-time jobs to do and, a tiny detail but nonetheless important, to study for med school (which was the main point of working the sucky jobs in the first place).

You did manage to scribble enough money for the application and you saved up every cent you earned from the cleaning and giving out leaflets. Talking about jobs, your parents knew only about the leaflets one, not the cleaning one and especially not the… men pleasing one. You’d must be pretty darn dumb for you to spill this news.

Unless Jenna would. In that case, it was a game over for you.

The next morning you were woken up with your phone buzzing next to your ear. It startled you and you sat up straight away, heart beating fast.

“It better be important,” you picked up the call, falling back into the soft pillow.

“It’s 12:30,” spat Alexandra (the best friend). “Where’s your ass at? Don’t tell me your still in bed.”

Once again, you sprung up from lying position, horror in your eyes. “Oh, shit, I’m on my way.”

“You bet you are,” she whispered menacingly, ending the call.

You swore under your breath, still blind from the deep sleep. You quickly put on the closest clothes you could reach before sprinting out of the room.

“Oh, honey, come have lunch,” said your mum kindly as she was preparing kimchi.

“Sorry, ma, have to rush,” you said, your accent strong.

“But you didn’t even have breakfast!” she shouted just as you were putting on your dirty joggers and a coat. “And it’s cold outside, dress properly!”

“Ma,” you said as you crouched down to tie your shoelaces, looking at her. “You and papa make sure to dress warmly when you go out. Once I’m back I’ll go through the veggies.”

Your mum smiled, touched, her eyes wrinkly. “You always help so much. Take care.”

With the promise that you’ll come home tomorrow (you were staying at Alexa’s place), you shut the door behind you, sprinting down the long dirt road that connected to the civilised street full of passbyers and cars.

Alexa was going to kill you, you could bet on it. Just as you were about to cross the street, a sudden car emerged from the corner, speeding up and not noticing you. You froze, letting out a shocked scream just when the driver pressed down harshly on the brakes, the tired marking the pavement with black lines. You stood still as you were trying to see the driver’s face of such a posh car.

Soon, the driver’s door opened and only then you really became short on breath for out of it the most handsome male stepped out, walking to you with a worried face.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” he asked in a deep, vibrating voice.

You were staring wordlessly up at him. Such gentle features, you thought to yourself. Big, warm eyes dark as the night, black hair falling into his eyes, nicely shaped full lips… Face in perfect symmetry. His long, black coat looked elegant in his straight-back posture, as if he was somebody from a royal family.

“Miss, are you alright?”

He didn’t touch you and, oh my, did he just call you miss?

He bent his knees a little bit, so your faces were on the same level. You nodded weakly. “I’m alright, yes.”

He sighed, looking you over. “You shouldn’t run out into the busy road like that,” he scolded gently. “Some drivers don’t have to be as alert.”

You nodded once again before he straightened up. “Alright, then. I shall take my leave. Take care!” he said, straightening up and moving languidly to his car.

You managed to snap out of the daze and with three quick steps, you were safely in the sidewalk, momentarily forgetting where you were headed.

Just then your phone rang again, Alexandra’s name dancing on the screen. “Shit,” you muttered, taking off to a light jog, your legs still shaky.

  “But really,” you wailed, standing in front of Alexa’s mirror. “He was gorgeous.”

“Those men are usually liars, forget about him,” murmured Alexa, not giving two damns about the story you just told her. She was tying the back of your red dress (well, her red dress) and had two bobby pins in her mouth. “You said he looked wealthy, right? Yeah, well, that right there is a tiny problem.”

Alexandra was a good friend, don’t take her wrong. She was always honest with you and even though it hurt most of the time, at the end of the day you still appreciated her straight-forwardedness.

“I know,” you said quietly. “I just wanted to tell you the reason why I was late.”

Alexa adjusted the dress and straightened up, looking at your reflection in the mirror. She grabbed your long hair and made a messy pony tail. “Hmm, I will curl the ends tiny bit, what do you think? It will look beautiful.”

You nodded, forgetting about the man who almost ran you over. “Okay!”

Alexa gave you a bright smile and grabbed the straightener, plugging it in. “You should wear your hair down more often. You look like a model when it’s like that.”

“Oh, how flattery,” you said in a silly accent, making both of you laugh.

  Once Alexa dropped you off and made sure your phone is well charged and functional, she waved at you before you were left alone in the bright street at 11pm. The nightlife was at its fullest, various people mingling in the streets of Busan. If it would have been quiet, for sure you could hear the waves coming from the Haeundae beach.

Your workplace was already full as you made your way downstairs. Your older colleagues were already occupied before you even went to leave you stuff at your locker.

A heavy knock on the door startled you as you were pushing your little bag into the shared locker. “Yeah!”

“Y/N, come we have important guests arriving!”

“Coming!”

Giving yourself a quick check in the nearby mirror, you left the empty room. The main hall was full of people and the dimmed red lights were always giving you a trouble making your way through the crowds. Your manager was, however, right in front of the Staff room. He grabbed your hand impatiently. “C’mon! This is a group of wealthy men. One of them is our frequent guest and you absolutely must not screw this one up!”

“How many of them are there?” you asked, trying to push the short skirt of your dress a bit down with your free hand.

“Five but apparently some more may come later.”

“Who are they? And why am I the only one taking care of them?”

He gave you a strict gaze, coming to a full stop in the middle of the crowd. “They asked for a newbie. Engie took the night off because she is sick so now it’s your turn to show me you are worth it, birdie.”

You wanted to scrunch your nose up in disgust. Whenever he could, he would try to make a move on you.

He sensed your disapproval, because his stare hardened as his grip on your wrist tightened. “Make sure you do not under any circumstance pull that face! You are a nobody, don’t forget that.”

That made you grit your teeth but you faked a smile, yanking your hand out of his grip. “Don’t worry, I’ll prove you very quickly I am more than that.”

You left him, making your way to the VIP booth. Words will be just words till you bring them to life, right? Even though your self-confidence was under zero, your plan was to fake it till you make it.

Everything was fake. This was not you. No.

And you were murmuring the same words to yourself as you felt their hands wandering down your exposed thighs.

And you would still try to murmur them to yourself when they would bury their heads into your chest.

But then a moment came, where you were unable to murmur them anymore.

The new guests arrived and you were face-to-face with the man who almost ran you over. As you found out, his name was Jinyoung. All the men adored him so much that even you and your body were momentarily forgotten.

  He was so handsome you had to mentally scold yourself and get some dignity. Well, you laughed for yourself,  that was a stupid sentence considering the situation.

Jinyoung did not spot you at first which gave you a bit more of a time to observe in peace. Other men would give you flirty winks and touches, but they would be still too busy talking to Jinyoung who, on the hand, couldn’t seem that interested in the topic. They kept talking about some woman in the hospital.

The man closest to you snickered. “What are you looking at, bitch? You are not getting the golden treasure for sure.” He had a horrible alcohol smell around him and his stare was sleazy. He pointed to Jinyoung as if to refer to him.

“Oh, I thought you are all the same,” you said more to yourself than to him but, unfortunately, he heard you.

“What did you just say?” he shouted all of a sudden. Thankfully, through the loud music not everyone could hear him but unfortunately, the one who you didn’t want to hear the jerk, heard him.

Jinyoung turned his head and when he spotted you, he scrunched his eyes to make out the features of your make-upped face. As he was curiously observing your make-upped face, you became suddenly calm that he most probably couldn’t recognise your face as it looked nothing close to the face he saw earlier that day.

“Bitch,” muttered the idiot when you abruptly stood up, ready to protect yourself. Although your manager’s words kept swirling around in your frustrated mind, you couldn’t deny the need to show the bastard to watch his disrespectful mouth. He wasn’t worth anything anyway.

Just as you were about to adamantly retort something, you felt a gentle, yet confident grip around your waist as you were pushed against someone’s side.

“Watch it, Kim,” said Jinyoung, his facial features too calm for your rational mind. “She is also a hard-worker. After all,” he said as he let his eyes scan Kim’s posture, “she had to please you.”

You blinked a few times, surprised by Jinyoung’s words. The Kim dude was speechless and was not ready to reply. If he was, he didn’t dare to show it in front of the man standing next to you.

“Come with me,” he whispered into your ear, making chills run down your back. He winked at others, some of the men whistling and shouting stupid words as you both were making your way out of the VIP booth. Where was he leading you?

His hand would ever so gently squeeze your waist, you being not sure whether that meant some kind of reassurance or to show eagerness to get laid.

Get laid... Right. That was definitely not your thing.

You weren’t paid to have sex with your customers. You were supposed to please them but if they as much as implied something more, you had the right to call for security.

Gulping nervously, you followed his lead to the bar where he sat down on the high stool, motioning for you to do so as well. “What would you like to drink?” he asked, his eyes raking up and down, drinking your curves in.

He most probably had no clue he almost killed you today. Good.  

“I’m not allowed to drink during working hours,” you replied, your inner polite self that was truly you, was showing up.

Jinyoung smirked. “Not even a glass of water? Or juice? Damn,” he sighed, nodding, “all the respect for enduring working hours then.”

Ha, smart ass. “Coke will do,” you said, the player inside of you (who was definitely not you you). “I have a long night ahead of me.” You rested your head against your hand, watching him from the side.

He gave you another disgustingly handsome smirk that made your heart painfully jump and send electroshocks down your belly. Whoa.

“What’s your name?” he asked after placing the orders to the bartender.

“Y/N,” you said, boldly reciprocating the intense eye contact. “How about yours, handsome?”

He laughed quietly, letting his head down for a second before he straightened up and looked at you. “Jinyoung.”

“Nice to meet you, Jinyoung,” you purred, feeling your inner self scrunch her nose up at your horrible tone.

He was observing you for a moment – he seemed amused by something and that was making you feel rather uneasy. He licked his plump lips (that definitely did not steal your attention) and said: “Since when are you doing this? You looked so different earlier today.”

That made you shut up right away, your mind frozen. Not like you had any great lines prepared for him (you were horrible at speaking). You were actually just about to panic about what to tell him, but here he was, blowing you off of your feet.

“Oh? You seem speechless,” he smiled cheekily, enjoying himself.

“Why would you care? Men like you only use girls like us.”

“Is that so? Cheers,” he said quickly to the bartender, before he grabbed the coke, tossing it to your side. Having now his full attention and interest, he turned his whole body towards you. “What kind of a man exactly am I then? And what kind of a girl are you? Are you even eighteen?”

“Do I look young to you?”

“You looked before. Not anymore though. Are you sure this is the path you want to start walking on?”

Why do you care? You sighed. “I’m probably older than you, young boy. We are not for personal use outside of the premises,” you said, gulping down the coke. “So if you would like anything, you where to find me,” you said, standing up and winking at him. You made sure to drag your hand around his shoulders before you left him sitting there, still shell-shocked.

You felt so stupid for being exposed like that. He was how dirty you were. How unlucky and undesirable you were. You needn’t see his face any longer than it was necessary. He was handsome, but he wasn’t even a satellite in your universe.  Jinyoung was the sun of a completely different universe, far, far away from your own.

He must have been elite in Seoul or some sort. You did notice he was speaking in your dialect though. And he was in your little town just outside of Busan.

What would he be doing down there in Busan, you wouldn’t know.