#wait was oliva just tucking?

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Would you write some fluff on Mafia austin please

I hope you like it.

Princess

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader ft Olivia DeJonge.

Warning: not-really-warnings, little!reader, cuteness, mention of drugs, Austin is the best caregiver ever.

Summary: Sometimes being a little of an influential man is hard but being a little of an mafia leader is a bit harder but Daddy Austin will always have time for his baby.

You yawned with a pout and looked at the colorful clock of your playroom, one of Austin's many men watching over you. It was an hour passed your nap time but you refuse to sleep with your daddy "Everything okay sweetheart?" the man in the black suit and shades asked softly with a small smile from your cuteness. He and all of Austin's gang had fallen for your small speech and kind smiles, all thinking you were the perfect one for their fair kingpin, they all treated you like a princess.

"Miss Dada." your pout deepen as you looked down at your mermaid and unicorn coloring book, crayons littered around the pastel blue kids' round table, and a couple of different coloring books, like My little pony and little pet Shop, your favorite sippy cup filled with apple juice on the side. "oh sweetheart" the man cooed "Austin's busy but! I can see if Olivia can come over if you like" the man, squatted down beside you, taking off his shades, his green eye coming to view that matched with his black hair nicely, he looked around your age and he sent a comforting smile to you.

"What do you say?" he asked "Prwtty pls?!" you looked at him excited to see your daddy's friend and business partner. She was always so kind to you and never judged you. "I'll call her now." he smiled bigger for your little happy squeal, and he moved away to call her as you began coloring again while drinking from your royal purple lidded sippy cup sideways "Yeah. I'll tell her." he hung up and walked back to you lowering himself to your level "good news sweetheart! She's on her way." "YAY!" you shouted "Inside voices." he remind you "Swrry." you said which in turn he just shook his head "It's alright." he got back up and let you do you're own thing.

A knock came on the door after a good fifty-five mins and you looked to the door, bouncing in your seat as the man opened the door. in the doorframe stood Oliva with a grin and open arms, you giggled as you shot out of your chair and ran into her arms, letting out a little squeal as she squeezed you, "How's the little princess?" She asked "'m good!" you smiled "Good." she said and led you to the playing area and sat you both down, she moved some of her hair out her face and grabbed a pony, princess twilight "Let's play yeah?" she shakes the toy pony and you quickly nodded, picked princess luna and the two of you started a Journey to save the pony world. Seventeen minutes passed and your eyes began to drop, and your movements slowed "Come princess let's get you to bed" Oliva said softly, helping you get up from the floor and to your spacious bed, she tucked you under the blanket and kissed your forehead, turned off the lights and closed the door as quietly as she left the room. "She asleep?" Noah asked as he watched as the assassin shut the door with care "Yep. Where is Austin?" she asked "In his office, in a meeting with the rest." he said "Okay. Thanks. Check on her five-six minutes." She spoke and walked away not waiting to hear his reply. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, her stride powerful.

The door was a little creaked open when she got to his office. His voice rang out sternly instead of yelling like she could tell he wanted to, as he went off the gang's mistakes "I remember that I told you guys to be careful and watch out for Cages but what did you? You were careless. You didn't do anything but stick your thumbs up your ass instead of insuring the drugs and not only did we lose 31k, we lost 5 members." Austin gritted his teeth before falling back into his office chair, rubbing his temple and letting his eyes close, the room was quiet as the men looked at their shoes in shame. "Go. I don't even want you guys near me," Austin opened his eyes, that was dark blue "This is the only warning. Next time you fuck up like this, you'll say hello to the devil for me. Understand?!" he glared at the group of men who all gulped in fear and shouted, "Understood!" they all cleared out. "Tough day?" Olivia asked as she walked into the room and sat on his desk, "They can be such idiots at times" Austin groaned and shook his head, his orbs zoning on hers "Why are you here? I didn't call you in." Austin leaned forward "I can't visit a friend?" Olivia teased, her red lips stretched in a smile "Of course but you call before you come." Austin pointed out with a tiny smile "Princess couldn't sleep for nap time so Noah called me." she answered his question Austin frowned at her answer, pushed his chair back, and stood up.

Austin walked out of one of his workplaces, Olivia not far behind. When the two made it to your playroom, Austin opened the door and peeked in, there you lay on your small bed with a tiny pout, the moon night light brightening the otherwise dark room. Austin walked into the room as Olivia stayed outsude, he squatted in front of you, moving a stray hair out of your face "Pretty princess?" he whispered as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb "Daddy?" you slowly stirred awake as you tried to adjust your eyes to the dark but you didn't have to as the lamp lit the darkness. You let out a whine, the sudden light hurting your poor irises "Sorry princess " Austin chuckled as he kissed your pout lips and sat on the edge of your bed. "Daddy's sorry, I've been so busy" he looked at the white and frog print blanket.

He was getting in his head again.

"'s okay," you muttered sleepily, cuddling into his arm before he lifted his arm and you fell into his warm side. "It's not—" He was cut off by you grabbing his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes, his lips pouted out as you squished them together, looking at him seriously "Daddy's the best daddy, I luv daddy. Stop being in head." you pouted sternly, each word empathized by a squish of his cheeks causing Austin to chuckle and nodded the best he could "Good. Sleepy time." you nodded back and laid back down, dragging Austin down with you "Princess let daddy get out of his suit," he said trying to escape your hold "Nah uh." you shook your head "Princess." "Nah uh" Austin sighed but smiles as he kissed the back of your head and tried to get comfortable.

"I love you too"

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[adamcgrathwithfinger]

Like Totally Whatever

by Melissa Lozada Oliva

Like Totally Whatever after Taylor Mali

In case you haven’t realized it is somehow become necessary for old white men to tell me how to speak They like, interrupt a conversation that isn’t even theirs, and are like “Speak like you mean it.” and like the internet is ruining the english language and they like put my parentheticals, my likes, and uhms and you-knows on a wait list

Tell them no one would take them seriously in a frilly pink dress or that make up Tell them they have a confidence problem That they should learn to speak up like the hyper masculine words were always the first to raise their hands

Invisible red pens and college degrees have been making their way into the middle of my sentences, I’ve been crossing things out every time I take a moment to think. Declarative sentences, so called because they declare themselves to be the loudest, truest, most taking up the most space most totally white men sentences Have always told me that being angry has never helped like anybody, has only gotten in the way of helping them declare more shit about how they will never be forgotten like ever

It’s like F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway were geniuses for turning women into question marks It’s like rapes happen all the time on campuses but as soon as John Krakauer writes about it, suddenly it’s like innovative nonfiction and not like something girls are like making up for like attention and it’s like maybe I am always speaking in question because I’m so used to being cut off It’s like maybe this is defense mechanism Maybe everything girls do is evolution of defense mechanism Like this is protection like our likes are our kneepads our uhms are our knives we tuck into our boots at night our you-knows are the best friends we call when we’re walking down a dark alley Like this is how we breathe easier But I guess feelings never helped anybody I guess like tears never made change I guess like everything girls do is a waste of time

So welcome to the bandwagon of my own uncertainty watch as I stick flowers in your punctuation mark guns ’cause you can’t just challenge authority You gotta take it to the mall too teach you to do the bend and snap paint its nails braid its hair Tell its looks like really good today and in that moment you murder it with all the poison in your like softness you let it know that like this like this moment it’s like, uhm, you know me using my voice

[rosepettles]

Ad Astra Per Aspera (deanwinchesterxfemaleOC)

This story contains allusions and discussions of SA, Supernatural typical violence, and trauma, Please read with caution <3

 The dim lights of the cement walled room flickered with a consistent hum, similar to the hum of the lights overhead inside of a library or bank. Regardless of familiarity the sound provided her, she  wanted nothing more than to be back inside of her own home, tucked away in her own bed which was much more comfortable than the broken in and stained army cot she was situated on. Over time she had come to notice another very constant sound, the mummering of her captors. She could constantly hear them speaking, laughing, joking, living as if she wasn’t slowly losing her will to live. With a sudden ‘boom!’ the mumbling stopped. She flinched at the noise regardless of her ability to mobilize her body. The mumbling turned to yelling, she could only assume the group's kingpin was the one barking orders. Without a second longer to process her thoughts were sharply interrupted by a gunshot ringing throughout whatever hellscape she was stuck in. She wanted to scream, hoping that the shot came from some kind of law enforcement, however no noise would rise from her vocal cords which she had practically shredded in her early days of captivity. She can no longer remember how long she had been there. After what she estimated to be around ten shots rang out, the yelling had completely ceased. She laid there, in the earth shattering silence waiting for the shooters to get to her next. The door swings open on its rusty hinges with a high pitched screech. Two masculine figures emerge from the shadows of the dim hallway. The two broad shouldered men stood in the doorway with guns drawn in her direction, however they were quick to aim towards the floor as they took in her restrained state, little did they know her desire for them to raise their guns again. 

“Please…” she spoke with a gritty rasp, pointing eye contact at their now lowered guns. The slightly shorter man spoke,

“Holy shit,”

 The slightly taller man took a timid step towards her cot, making it a point for her to see him holster his weapon.  

“Hi, Oliva? My name is Sam, are you hurt? We’re  are here to help you,” Oliva; was that her name? She ran it through her mind, only resulting in vague familiarity. It had then dawned on her just how detached from reality she had become in an attempt to provide herself some sick assemblance of mercy. She must've been staring at him because he continued to ask her questions. 

“Can you hear me?” She nods at him, still shocked by the kind, human, presence in front of her. The shorter man began to look annoyed, his eyes continuously scanning the room behind him. 

“Sam! We don’t have time for you to coddle her, move. Your. ass,” Sam turned to his companion with an incredulous look on his face. 

“I’m not “coddling” anyone Dean, I'm being gentle with someone who's been hurt. You could learn a thing or two,” Sam scoffed before turning back to Oliva. Dean stood back with his eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his strong arms now crossed in front of his chest. Sam pulled a pocket knife from his jeans, bringing it towards the ropes binding her hands and feet. His eyes trailed to the pool of blood underneath her left foot, a clear slice had clearly traveled its way through her achilles tendon.

“I just need to get rid of these,” he paused a moment before sighing, “Even though he’s being a douche about it, Deans right, we need to get you out of this shit hole asap,” he spoke in a more hurried tone than that of what was previously used. Oliva nodded given that there wasn’t much she could do in this situation. Once her restraints were removed from her atrophied limbs Sam gestured towards her with an awkward yet caring smile. 

“May I?,” she nods with hesitation once again before Sam places his forearms under her thin body, lifting her into the air in order to begin their journey outside.  Dean rolled his eyes at the caution in his brother’s face as he haphazardly stomped through the, now door-less, door frame. As they made their way to the car Dean took notice of the glass-like woman in his brother’s arms, Although her wounds weren’t freshly given, they appeared painful and driven by scorn. 

“Don’t let her get blood on baby,” Dean muttered to Sam just before he was able to climb into the back seat with Olivia; In return Sam shot Dean a stern look into the rearview mirror. Olivia was sitting slumped  against the cool leather of the car, allowing the material to relieve the burning of her shot nerves. However, her comfort did not last long as the road they were driving on was filled with potholes and uneven pavement. Oh what a joy it was to be driving in the middle of nowhere. 

The  juvenile talking  started up again. The joy throughout the house signified, to Olive, that her suffering was about to resume. The piercing laughs brought only fear to her prolonged hell. She prepared herself as the janky door she was trapped behind creaked open, cobwebs being broken in the process. How long had that door been closed in front of her? A lanky man with luscious blonde hair, styled to the side as if he were dressed for a formal event, his eyes were brown, although lacking the once familiar shine in them. Before she could stand up and hide her back was shoved against the rough surface of her army cot. 

With a particularly deep pothole she was jolted awake by her back bumping the car seat. With a deep breath she opened her forcefully squinted  eyes. Sam watches her with caution as she wearily looks around. Sam gives her a tight lipped, sympathetic smile. It was pointless for him to pretend that he knew what she had gone through but he was able to empathize at least. Samuel Winchester was certainly no stranger to nightmares. Sam leaned over and grabbed an old, but unopened, bottle of water that had fallen beneath the driver’s seat. He extended his hand towards her weary form . 

“It might be a little warm, fair warning,” Oliva accepted the bottle from his hands, returning his previously given tight lipped smile. She could lie to herself and say that she was super comfortable around the winchesters and that she enjoyed their company. She really wanted to feel safe, she would do anything to feel safe again.  She allows herself to sit up a tad bit straighter, no longer feeling the heavy pull of sleep. She looked over to the rather large man who was staring at her like she may break down at any minute. 

“Where are we headed?” Her voice was so soft and subtle that Sam would have missed it if he hadn’t been looking at her. Dean had apparently heard her on account of Sam making him turn his music down, much to Dean's chagrin. 

“Bunker,” Dean deadpanned without taking his seemingly serious eyes off the road. Sam took the opportunity to harshly flick the back of Dean's head by reaching an arm around the headrest. With a curt ‘ow!’ emitting from Dean, sam turned to olivia who was slowly sipping on her warm water. 

“He means our house. It’s our house. Please don’t worry about him, he’s just being a prick,” she had no other response than a brief nod. Nobody spoke for the next few hours, somewhere within that time slot Dean turned his music back up. 

*At the Bunker*

Sam and Dean assist her inside and help her find a chair within the kitchen. Dean made a B-line for the fridge to grab himself a beer. Sam had left her side to go grab a first aid kit for her wounds. The shorter brother pulls out a chair besides her, sitting down as if he didn’t see her. She was terrified of him. She knew that he was the kind of man who could spill blood with no consequences, she saw not only discomfort but suspicion in his eyes. She decided to take the friendly approach. As she learned, compliance and acting is better than death. She aimed her eyes to the ground and tucked her knees to her chest, allowing her arms to hug them closer. 

“Thankyou,” Den swivled his head to the side with an unamused look. He took another swig of his beer. 

“For what?” Olivia wasn't sure how to respond to that properly. 

“F-for saving m-” Dean cut her off by putting his hand up, palm facing her face. 

“I didn’t have a say in the matter, that was all sammy. And besides I wouldn’t take it personally, It’s our job,” Olivia knew she wasn’t special in regards to her rescue but having those words said to her with such indifference sent a ping to her chest. Samuel returned to the kitchen and set the large plastic box on the scratched up table. He taps his older brother’s shoulder with the back of his hand. 

“Up,” Dean made a subtle noise of annoyance but knew it would be no use to argue. As Sam sits down he scoots his chair slightly closer in order to get a good look at her injuries. She, by visceral reaction, hugged her knees closer. He looked at her with pity, not the sympathy he was trying to pass it for.

“Hey, I know you don’t know us very well, and I understand that you are afraid right now but if these wounds won't get clean you could get sick or worse…please?” Dean rolled his eyes at how gentle Sam's speech was. She slowly and gently unfurled herself and allowed his access to her pathetic shape. The worst surface wounds were the ones on the soft part of her thighs, crescent shaped scars were accompanied by what looked like an empty space for a blade. However where they ran into serious complications was her ankle. That solid slice through her achilles looked no better in the light than it did in the dark. 

“I know what you're going to say but I really think we should take her to the hospital, some of these injuries neither of us could fix,” Dean attempted to counter Sam's statement.

“Bullshit, she’ll be fine the same way we always are, just fix it like normal,” Sam’s jaw nearly touched the ground due to the speed at which he began to argue.

“Dean. Her foot is hanging on its last threads. We cannot fix anything like that without making it worse …No matter what you say I am taking her. Dean immediately stepped in front of the front door.

“Sammy don’t be stupid! You’ll get caught and then I’ll have to bust your dumbass out of the clink, I am not putting up with that!"By the time dean was finished Sam already had oliva in his arm again, this time she had been gently wrapped in a soft blanket that was set on the couch.

Time skip lol sorry

It’s been about a month since the Winchesters found her in that building, still no lead as to who or what organized the whole thing. However, Olivia didn’t seem to mind not knowing anything because amongst all of the nightmares and anxieties, She felt happy and safe…with Sam at least. She could tell Dean was warming up  or, at the very least,  becoming more accustomed to her presence at least. One morning she had found herself stumbling into the kitchen with an oddly uneven gate,  after a particularly traumatic nightmare.  She was careful not to turn on any light with the exception of the dull yellow bulb that resided above the sink.  She opened the cabinet above her head before attempting to stand on her toes to reach a glass. The post-surgery brace that surrounded her foot made it nearly impossible to do, however. She retracted her attempts and surrendered herself into using a red solo cup from a stack of four Dean had left on the counter. She made her way to the fridge and filled her sad red cup with off brand apple juice, which she happily sipped on.  She was almost finished with her drink when the main kitchen light was turned on, she jumped in response. 

“sorry bout that…what're you drinking out of that plastic shit for?'' Dean groggily wandered into the kitchen, already dressed and prepared for the upcoming day. She looked down at her feet  to avoid his eyes. 

“I can’t reach the glasses.” she said to the ground as opposed to the man standing before her.  He grumbles as he moves towards her position near the cabinet.

“You could've asked,” he slightly complained as he reached beside her to grab a glass and handed it to her. She accepted the glass despite having no use for it anymore.

“Thank you, but I don’t need it anymore…thank you though.” she shyly smiled at him. He nodded his head towards the fridge.

“You could help me get a drink then, can you reach the milk?” she walked and turned to face the now open fridge. Before she could admit that she couldn’t, Dean stepped behind her to reach up for it, placing a hand on her backside.

“It’s ok I got it hun.” he whispered to her. Her blood ran cold, dean never spoke like that. The realization hit her like a freight truck, she froze. He moved her away from the fridge with a gentle pull of her waist before cornering her against the door of white appliance. 

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted us to get along liv?” She tried to move but his heavy arms and rough hands wouldn’t allow that. She knew what he was now, he no longer made any attempt to hide it. 

“I've missed you liv…you really thought you could live here with whoever these punks are?” he teased, stroking a warm, stolen hand down her cheek.  She flinched away as a tear hurried  down her face.  His feet inched closer to hers, he forced deans steel-toed boots on the hard plastic of her brace. She made an attempt to scream only to have a hand placed over her mouth.  She side eyed the glass she had gotten out that was now sitting on the floor beside the fridge. She moved her un injured foot to move the glass. Whilst her trapped leg was attempting to move, the false impression of Dean was busy with his teeth and lips against her skin and his fingers toying with the top of her waistband. She inched her foot just close enough for her to hear the clear glass clatter against old tiles. She silently thanked whoever may have been listening. The mimics eye’s shot up to Oliva’s face with anger filling his irises, a grim smile spreading through his cheeks. Upon hearing the ringing of never used glass, Sam and Dean both shot out of their beds and into the kitchen, both of them accompanied by a firearm. At first glance the men were confused…why would Oliva have a man with her? Since when did she ever have guests? Oliva’s eyes locked with her friend’s hazel eyes. Sam could see the discomfort in her eyes and acted as quickly as he stormed through the doorway. 

“Hey!” he shot his gun toward the cupboard in a means to scare the man away, disgust laced both of the men's faces as a wild eyed dean turned to face them. 

“Sammy?! What the hell?!” he exclaimed using Dean's nickname to his advantage. Although they weren’t fooled it surely riled them up.  

Dean rushed forward, having a knack for fighting first and asking later. He grabbed his double by the collar of his flannel shirt and hooked him across the jaw. Oliva took the opportunity to inch off to  the way to the other side of the kitchen, pulling up her now falling pant waistband. She huddled herself into a corner behind the kitchen table. Once the double was subdued, Sam wasted no time putting a bullet through its chest, leaving a scorching hole in its wake. Dean stood looking at the creature as Sam rushed to his cowering friend. He crouched down to meet her distant eyes. 

“oliva..It’s gone. I got it, you're safe.” he tried to comfort but she made no assimilation of his words. Dean strode over to the pair, his eyes falling on his brother saying hushed conformations of safety. Dean reached down and wiped his palms on his pajama pants, not attempting to break the thick tension formed by his out of place presence by the pair. 

“ I’m going to run out to get some cleaning supplies…do either of you want anything?” Sam stopped his murmurs and side eyes his brother at his out of touch question. 

“No dean..'' Sam grumbled, immediately turning his face back to Oliva. Oliva paid the true dean no attention, just as he expected. Dean ran to the store and upon his arrival he spotted small trinkets that reminded him of Oliva. 

A few weeks into staying with the brothers they had made it clear that she was free to decorate her room as much or as little as she’d like.

“We have plenty of rooms, seriously it’s no issue,” Sam said with a slight chuckle in his voice over her excessive conformations. Day by day her room slowly filled with small stuffed animals and notebooks she used to write and study in. As much as Sam and Dean dreaded encountering the things they had to, Oliva still owned some of her childish whimsey for the supernatural and the fantastical.  While the Winchesters were figuring out how much salt they needed to buy, Olivia was researching their cases to find the new main character of her short stories. She found one case about supposed imaginary friends who helped kids. That story consisted of the human main character being herself, and what she would have loved to experience as a kid. Not that her childhood was awful, she just felt it would be nice to have a friend who would always have her best interest in mind. It’s easy to say that Dean did not love the idea of her romanticizing their lifestyle, although Sam enjoyed reading her works when he was allowed. 

Dean walked through the isles, picking up a pack of colored pens and placing them in the basket before he could tell himself off. By the time Dean got back home he saw Sam standing against the kitchen table, his head in his hands, pinching the bridge of his nose. Dean set his supplies on the table, quickly stealing away the bright pens from on tops of the bleach and baking soda. As Dean went to leave, Sam placed a hand on his chest, restricting him from leaving the room yet.

“Just a warning…she has no interest in seeing you right now so just please be vigilant and be careful not to scare her.'' Dean understood and walked away, sliding the book of pens under her door before entering his own room and deciding to get dressed for the day as it was now around four in the morning. Dean made his way to the library to begin looking for books on protection spells and items.  From the library Dean could hear his brother speaking outside of Olivia’s room trying to reason for her. 

“I-i refilled your cup with coffee if you want it… I'll be in the library if you need me.” he lightly knocked his knuckles against the wooden door before walking away to meet his brother. 

“what are you still doing awake? I figured you'd be sleeping till dinner as usual.” Dean made an exasperated face at his brother..

“How much of a dick do you really think I am? Our friend was just attacked, Sammy! Obviously I’m going to try to help from as much distance away as necessary.” he argued, clearly distraught by the whole situation. Sam's eyebrows peaked at the term with which Dean used to refer to olivia. 

“ not that there's anything wrong with it but since when are you two friends? You act like you hate her.'' Dean couldn’t truly answer because he didn’t know why that term came to mind, sammy was right they weren't friends. Dean sighed and rubbed his forehead with exasperation.

“ I don't know Sammy, I just, I don't know… as much as i hate to admit it she’s been here long enough that I've had no choice but to kind of get to know her. She’s a sweet girl but she doesn’t deserve our shit or whatever curse hangs over everyone we’ve ever met. But it’s clear y'all get on well…if she’s your family then i have no choice…she’s family sammy.” Sam knew his brother was never good at expressing his emotions, he would put Dean in therapy against his will if he could. Samuel really appreciated the honesty from his older brother, it was always a 50/50 chance of dean opening up. Now Sam's only hope was that when the time came that dean would be equally as open with Olivia. However, to Sam, it was always obvious when the dean wanted to express remorse or sympathy. He never upfront spoke his mind but you may find extra food on your plate or the promise of a shotgun on a supply run. His brother was a simple man who wanted nothing more than to protect people and to be appreciated. Once again Sam knew his brother would never admit it but he knew Dean had always wanted to be taken care of by someone with the same amount of concern he wanted to show others. 

It had been days of Oliva holed up in her room, she began to feel more and more disgusting the longer she went without the strength to wash the stolen fingerprints off of her body. She looked around her once tranquil room to see piles of  dirty mugs that once held sweet coffee that has now become sticky sugar residue at the bottom of the cup, as it had quickly become the only thing she’d consume, beside the mugs on her nightstand sat a package of gel pens. She couldn’t sleep. She would close her eyes only to be greeted with a slideshow of the many stolen windows to his empty soul that he had used against her. She didn’t quite know where she was planning on going when she left her room but it didn’t seem as if she had much time to figure it out as she began watching her feet moving without her approval. One thing she did notice, however, was the quiet space that was now replacing her attempted screams in her head. She was safe again. Her brain functioning similar to how it had when she was captive, She was warm and she was content. She watched as her feet moved across the wood to the kitchen. Her body was hungry although she wasn’t craving anything. Sam sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper when Olivia finished her slow journey to the kitchen. Sam eyebrows nearly shot off of his face with how surprised he was at her evening appearance. Did she even know it was evening?  He had not seen his friend in days,

“Hey! How’re you feeling?” He knew it was hardly a question that needed answering, however after knowing Olivia for a while he knew how much of a burden she hated to be. He wanted her to know he didn’t view her any differently, he was her friend, and she deserved to still feel like one. Olivia seemed to take in Sam's presence which received very little reaction. She gave him a small smile that reached nowhere near her eyes. Sam’s eyes secretly raked over her pitiful form, taking in the residue left on her skin from her attacker. His teeth imprinted on her jugular, he could imagine the  fingerprints burned into her hips like the aftermath of a close range explosion, her skin a concrete wall covered in shadows 

“Me and Dean just went shopping, I could make you something to eat if you’d like.” Olivia backed herself behind a door in her spectral world, suddenly she was the one looking through her eyes, staring back at Sam like a lost child. She figured that there was nothing wrong with that, it worked for her when she lived with him, she could be safe again. 

“You know what, that sounds great sammy. Thank You,” she spoke happily, much to Sam's shock. Sam moved to the fridge to scan the groceries. Dean had clearly already been in there, Sam swore his brother was a man akin to a yogi bear. 

Sam watched carefully between spreads of peanut butter as he noticed her become utterly indifferent. He was surprised to see how relaxed she was as  his brother walked in through the door, grunting as he kicked mud off of his boots. Dean's eyes turn sullen at the seemingly in shock woman that sat further into the kitchen. Sam could cut the tension in the room with the butter knife he was holding. 

“Sandwich?” sam asked awkwardly, dean nodded slightly waving to Olivia. Much to deans surprise she waved back, only a little. His heart constricted at the sight of her, he wished sam hadn’t allowed the two of them to get attached. Dean almost wished he had the capacity to kick her to the curb like a puppy that just showed up one day, hell she had the eyes to match. 

“I could eat.” He spoke like a normal, casual Dean. It brought Olivia some solace to see the real dean again. The dean who could care less if she were a victim or not, the Dean who could care less about her being around. After eating dinner  Olivia decided to lay on the couch and rest, watching t.v to pass the time. Sam and Dean stuck around the kitchen to chat. 

“What hell is up with her?” Dean asked, suspicious of their guest’s sudden relaxed appearance.  Sam pursed his lips into a line and sighed. 

“Honestly Dean, I have no idea. She just walked out of her room, she didn’t even say anything. She seems fine to me.” Dean nodded as if he was ,ocking his brother’s obvious observation.

“Yeah no shit, It's weird. Most victims that we deal with don't take monster attacks very well.” They both Walk out to the living room to find a sleeping Olivia. Dean nodded his head towards her but Sam put a hand out, and pulled a blanket off the top of the couch to cover her with.

“just let her sleep. I doubt she’s getting enough,” Dean backed up slightly allowing his brother to get past him to head to bed. 

“Right. Night sammy…” he looked towards Olivia again, “ Night live,” with the final goodbye, he too walked to bed, truing on a lamp in the dark room before fully exiting. The time was roughly 5:00 A.M when dean woke up to use the bathroom. He doesn’t fully know what compelled him but he decided to dip into the living room to check on Olivia. She was tossing ever so slightly in her sleep. He walked over to her quietly, gently placing his rough hands on her shoulders. 

“Oliva…” he whispered to her as he carefully shook her. She opened her eyes although it was clear to him that she was not looking at him, in his eyes she saw someone else's. She wasn’t in the bunker, she was in her prison, lying atop a soiled mattress that god only knows how many other women were laid upon. She didn’t yell out like he expected her to, instead she simply laid back down against the couch and stared ahead to the ceiling.  

“Olivia?” he spoke worriedly, kindly taking a step back. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her knees parted. Dean shifts his gaze around before looking at the lamp on the side table. Moving slowly he turns on the small table lamp, a yellow glow reflecting onto the scrunch faced of the traumatized woman.  He wasn’t ready to help, he truly didn’t think he knew how. He fought things physically, not with chick flick moments. As uncomfortable as he felt he took a seat on the floor, his back pressing against the front of the couch. Dean carefully took Oliva’s hand, slowly enough to give her the time to pull away. She allowed him to take her limp hand. He gripped her cold digits in his warm calloused ones, with a firm squeeze he spoke, he admired her chipped fingernail polish as he did so, it was his favorite color. 

“ I uh, I don’t really know how much of this you’ll hear but I want you to know that you’re safe…I’m sorry that he hurt you…clearly more than either me and Sammy ever knew… I’m not the best at this kind of thing,” he chuckled and continued, “ but you're not stupid so I don’t know why I’m talking to ya like you wouldn’t have known that.”  Word by word the tangled remnants of Oliva’s memories, she can hear dean’s voice slowly breaking through. She felt the strong yet gentle grasp of his hand grounding her, a stray tear slipped down her cheek, she knew she wasn’t supposed to cry but her mind slipped. She wasn’t in the presence of false love like she assumed, she was with Dean…Dean cared, she figured.  He was still rambling as she began to see who was really besides her. Dean feels her shift, he turns his gaze towards her, he cheeks stained in memories and salt.  

“Olivia…are you, uh ok?'' Dean struggled to confirm, suddenly feeling awkward. She weakly nods as she takes the time to truly hear his voice, Dean’s real voice. He rubbed the back of his neck as he weakened his grip on her hand. 

“Would you like water or something?” he asked in a tone suggesting that he’s considering going back to his brash and uncaring nature that he usually exudes. Once again she nods, still safely quiet. He lets go, her skin craving his warmth. He turns around to head back out to the living room with the glass only to find the smallest looking version of his guest facing him, he jacket bundled around her body, edge seems gripped in her uncherished fingers. Dean took a moment to smile at her as if he hadn’t seen her fearful of him as he handed her the glass. A shaky hand reached out to grab the glass from his hands. As much as Olivia’s subconscious was screaming at her about her vicinity to Dean, she took a deep breath as she set the glass down on the counter and gently walked towards Dean with her arms outstretched. Offering the confused man a hug of appreciation . her weak arms barely wrapped around his torso, his hands gripping his flannel robe, she enjoyed that he smelled like beer, car oil, and  3-in-1 soap. He gently put his arms on her back, carefully rubbing up and down. Without letting go of her he asked gently,

“Do ya want to go back to bed?” He made it sound as if he no longer wanted to be the gentle caring man that bought her pens and held her hand. She swiftly shows her head side to side in objection. He immediately backtracked his idea.

“Alright uhhh…hungry?” She furrowed her brows, thinking, before nodding her head against his chest. He carefully pried their bodies apart and looked at her. 

“Let me grab my keys.” She stood right where he had left her before coming back with the baby's keys. He slowly got her outside and into his baby, she’s never sat in the passenger seat before since it was always reserved for sam. Dean eventually drove the two of them to the diner down the road, internally Olivia saw it and thought it was a shit show…it was going to be amazing, or at least that's what the boys have taught her. The pair was sitting in a cold booth at the back of the restaurant, Dean with a black coffee in front of him and an omelet with extra meat, and Oliva with a stack of chocolate chip pancakes with a large vanilla milkshake. Whipped cream was her favorite part. Dean had begun to notice that she became much more childlike as she became more comfortable. Olivia, seemingly out of the blue, looked at dean.

“I can repay you when we get back to the bunker, I-I don’t have my wallet.” Dean held up a hand to signal for her to drop the topic.

“You don’t gotta do  that, we’re good.” Oliva seemed uncomfortable with that conclusion, she looked at him a tad longer before placing a whipped cream covered cherry on his plate, one she was clearly planning on saving for herself. Dean fought a smile, at  the sweet, meaningful gesture, he nodded at her, satisfied. 

This is my first story on here and my first ever fanfic, I hope Y'all liked it, feedback is always appreciated <3

[kj-1130]

Broken-Collapse pt2

TW//Mentions of rape/assault//TW

Main Masterlist

     “We wouldn’t have let you jump, (y/n). You don’t deserve that.”

     “You don’t understand. They have connections and as soon as they step out of those cells, I am a dead man walking. I’d rather die at my own hands than theirs, so yes you should’ve let me jump.” 

     You pushed out of Olivia’s arms and ran into the bathroom. Walking into a stall, you locked it, slid down the wall, and started scratching your arms like crazy. You wanted to be grounded. You wanted to feel the pain. You wanted to see blood. You just wanted to be in control. 

-

     Amanda, Barba, and Oliva watched as you stormed off. The blonde was quick to follow, knowing how much damage you could do to yourself in just a short amount of time. 

     She heard the pants that were coming out and the occasional sniff. Walking towards the only closed door, she realized it was locked.

     “(Y/n)? Sweetheart, I need you to open this door for me.”

     The detective faintly heard her sergeant come in but kept her focus on the distraught girl inside the stall. 

     “N-no. I-I need to d-do it. Just le-let me do it.”

     Both women could hear the franticness in your voice. 

     “Sweetie please just open the door. Let us help you.”

     There was no answer. Your sobs only grew louder and breaths more distressed. Neither of them wanted to break the door so Rollins decided to slide underneath it and ignore how unsanitary it was. 

     She saw that your scratching had already broken skin and there was blood caking up on your arms. The detective quickly unlocked the door before grabbing your wrists and pulling them up, preventing you from hurting yourself any further.  

     Liv saw what was happening so she hurriedly went on the search for a first aid kit. 

     Rollins sat there, whispering reassurances while you were openly sobbing and whimpering in her chest. 

     “Breathe, honey, just breathe.”

     You shook your head and kept hyperventilating as Liv came back with something to clean your wounds. 

     “It hurts. It hurts so bad.”

     Amanda took a deep breath and assisted you in standing up. She led you to the sinks and helped you sit on the counter with the sergeant’s help.

     The older woman cleaned your arms while you dropped your head onto the blonde’s shoulder. She rubbed your back and guided you through some breathing exercises. 

     “I’m tired.”

     “You can take a nap soon-”

     “No, I’m tired.”

-

     You sat on the couch in Amanda’s apartment, staring blankly at the tv. She was right next to you but it felt like the distance between the two of you was miles considering you were off in your own world. 

     A light rub on your shoulder brings you back to earth and you realize Amanda is crouch’s in front of you. You didn’t even flinch which the blonde noticed and she gave a small smile. 

     “I ordered some Chinese food. You need to eat something.” 

     The detective lifted up her hands before bringing them to yours and helping you get up. 

     During dinner, Amanda was gently coaxing you to eat at least half of what was on your plate before you could go to bed. You were convinced that the food was somehow poisoned and not safe for you to eat—even though you knew she wouldn’t do that to you—and it had been so long since you last had a meal, that you rarely had an appetite and sometimes just the thought of food disgusted you. 

     With much persuasion and hesitance, you started to take a few bites. It was then you realized how hungry you actually were. Throughout the evening, you and Amanda chatted a bit which took your mind off of the case and your mental exhaustion for a while. 

     It was about 7 pm when you could barely stand, resulting in the detective changing your bandages, then leading you to the guest bedroom. 

     She tucked you in, telling you to come to her if you needed, before turning off the lamp and exiting the room. 

-

     It was 2 am and you were lying wide awake. You thought you’d be out like a light the moment your head hit the pillow considering all that happened today; but nope. All you had done was twist and turn; thinking about those sick smirks that were resting on their faces. Their yellow teeth and alcohol tinted breath. The look in their eyes that said ‘I’m coming for you.’ 

     Before you could even give it a second thought, you were on your way to Amanda’s room. The door was open, so you went in and started calling her name before poking her in the side. 

     She grumbled before rolling over to face you. Immediately, she was alert, thinking something was wrong, but you shook your head. 

     “I-I couldn’t sleep. C-can I stay here w-with you?” 

     The blonde’s eyebrows raised to her hairline. You took her surprised silence as rejection and started to back out of the room slowly. 

     “N-never mind. D-don’t worry about it.” 

     This time, the older woman was the one shaking her head. She reached out and grabbed your wrist. She felt you tense for a second before relaxing and walking forward. 

     “Hey, no. It’s fine. C’mon.” 

     She lifted the covers as an invitation into her bed. You reluctantly crawled in and got settled. She could still see the hesitance in your eyes and slowly wrapped her arms around you. Once again, you tensed before relaxing with a deep breath. 

     You felt Amanda give you a light kiss on your hairline as you teetered on the edge of unconsciousness. 

     It was the first night in a long time that you dreamt of the roses instead of the thorns. 

-     

     You stayed with Amanda for a week before the state practically forced you to go into foster care. They said ‘you weren’t in any immediate danger,’ anymore. You had been there for only a few days before they sent you to a foster family. 

     Something in your gut told you this was going to go bad. But it didn’t matter. Because no one listens to you. And if someone did, it was always too late. 

-

     It was your first day with your new foster family. It was a woman and who she claimed was her fiancé. She seemed kind of familiar to you; it was on the tip of your tongue but you just couldn’t remember where you’ve seen her. 

     At first they appeared to be a normal and loving couple, but they always say looks can be deceiving.

     By the second day, you were locked in your new room, aka a storage closet. It was cold and probably moldy. You were hungry seeing as they hadn’t given you food since lunch yesterday. 

      You were huddled up in a corner rocking back and forth when the man busted through the door and started to drag you out by the arm with no explanation whatsoever. He was pulling you so hard, it felt like he dislocated your shoulder. 

     The buff man practically pushed you down the stairs and roughly led you to the couch. When you looked up, you felt all the blood drain from your face. 

     It was them. They were here for revenge. 

     You just wanted Amanda. Was that too much to ask?

-

     Things continued like this for a week. Adam Johns and Michael Pierce were there everyday, waiting for you downstairs. 

     They would beat you then proceed to have sex with your limp, unconscious body. You thought it hurt the first time but this...this was unbearable. Sometimes, you’d disconnect mentally and just go into a state of nothingness. You didn’t feel, you couldn’t hear; it was just nothing. You wished that you could feel nothing all the time and leave this life. But you couldn’t. This was reality; your reality. And there was nothing you could do about it.

     Should’ve let me jump

-

     The blonde detective was walking from the cafe, on her way to work when she heard whimpers nearby. 

     She walked towards the sound with her hand hovering above her holster, just in case. She surveyed the area and what she saw broke her heart. 

     “Oh, sweetheart.” 

     “I told you they were going to come for me.”

-

     Rollins called Liv and told her the news. She immediately took you to the hospital, hoping that this time you could get a rape kit and put those bastards away for good. 

     She went into the room you were resting in and immediately saw your disheveled state. She was quick to run over and pull you in her arms. 

     That was all it took for you to completely break down. All you wanted these past few weeks was a loving touch; someone who would vow to take care of you no matter how broken or disconnected you seemed to be. All you wanted was Amanda. She was there when no one else was. She showed you the most affection since your mother died. 

     “We’re gonna put those bastards away for good. They’ll never be able to hurt you again. I promise you.” 

     For some reason you believed her. 

-

     “Manda c’mon! We’re gonna be late!” 

     “Okay, okay! I’m coming.” 

     It had been almost a whole year since you were last assaulted and you’ve been living with Amanda since. She was an excellent mother to you and you couldn’t have asked for a better life. 

     Admittedly, it was tough on both of you at first; you had to get used to someone helping and taking care of you as well and Amanda had to care for a child which is already a tough job let alone a child with major trauma. But the two of you made it work. 

     In weird ways, you bettered each other. 

     The detective came down the hall and grabbed her purse before walking towards you and swinging her arm across your shoulders. 

     “Finally. You know those hooligans can gobble up a whole 3 course meal in a span of 10 minutes. We’ll be lucky if an appetizer is left.” 

     The woman chuckled at your dramatics before heading towards the door with you in tow. 

     Living with your newfound parent made you happy; an emotion you had forgotten how to feel. The squad made you happy. 

     ‘I’m glad I didn’t jump.’

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The ending lowkey sucks ngl. Hope you all liked it though!

[dcbbw]

Sneak peek of aftermath of brakeup (LxR)+ object of affection + Disconnect 😪🤧🥺🔥

Hi, Nonny!!! I have only begun the deep edit/reworking of DressUp (SGL x Riley B 2020 Kinktober) for another ask and haven’t touched Object of Affection or Discontent although ideas and plot progression is happening! I offer up this explanation because I think I may have shared the snippets below before.

Apologies in advance if this answer is an episode of Rewind, Repeat. As always, final product may differ from what is presented now.

Post has some NSFW

Discontent, Chapter 4—Twelve Steps

Riley was waking up; she wasn’t ready to. Her temples throbbed with a dull ache, and her body was sweaty.

The alcohol. Or lack of.

Slowly, she opened her eyes; the room was dark and quiet. The bedside clock read 4:08.

So early.

She attempted to stretch her body but felt something wrapped around her waist. Despite the fuzziness in her brain, she recalled the previous night clearly. She was in Vienna, Austria. With her husband. In his hotel room. She tried to escape his arms so her clammy, perspiration-soaked skin wouldn’t disgust him.

Liam grunted as his arms tightened around her body. “Don’t leave me. I haven’t woken up with you in my arms in so long, Riley. I love you,” he mumbled in a voice thick with sleep.

Riley relaxed her body against Liam’s and breathed a sigh of relief.

He still loved her.

She had been nervous when she boarded the jet to come see him. No, not nervous … fearful. What if Liam had fallen in love with the other woman? What if Riley was intruding on his one escape from the hell she had made of their marriage? After all, the other woman had been his “traveling companion” for several trips now.

Because of Riley.

What if Liam didn’t answer the door when she knocked?

The thought nearly stopped her heart.

She should have called him first.

There were so many what-ifs, Riley was tempted to tell the pilot to take her back to Cordonia; but she didn’t. She stared out the window pensively, looking down at the clouds while biting the pad of her thumb.

Riley wanted a drink. Badly. She needed to calm her nerves, build her courage.

All she had to do was ask; the Queen of Cordonia would be refused nothing, especially aboard her own aircraft.

But she didn’t.

She needed to be sober. If Liam was with his girlfriend, she needed to see clearly what her actions cost her. She needed to feel the pain, the hurt of losing the one man who had ever loved her. She wondered if it would hurt more than her other losses.

Their losses.

Riley needed to be sober if Liam were alone, waiting for his wife to return to him. She needed to remember how much they loved each other. She wanted to truly feel his embrace, she needed to see what destruction she had wreaked upon him … upon them, and if anything could be salvaged.

The flight attendant approached her, a bright smile on her face as she asked if Her Majesty would like a beverage.

Riley’s eyes searched the flight attendant’s face, wondering if her question were a joke or a test. She licked her lips as she considered her answering; her lips felt cracked beneath her lipstick. She realized how dry her mouth was.

Her eyes flew to Mara, who was covertly observing her charge.

“She’ll have an ice water, please,” Mara answered for her.

Riley nodded in agreement, then turned around in her seat to look out the window again.

Object of Affection—Untitled

Roughhewn stone scraped the Duchess’ pale back; her dress was bunched about her waist. Her head was buried in the crook of his neck, her red hair loose and flowing; it covered her cheeks and drifted along the shoulders of his tuxedo jacket.

The Prince’s hands cupped her ass cheeks while his cock pistoned in and out of her slippery center. The scents of sex and sweat permeated the air. Olivia’s gasps were becoming whimpers; Liam knew from experience that the whimpers would become moans, then primal screams. He leaned in closer to her, his lips snatching hers in a searing kiss.

He felt his balls tighten and his cock twitch just as Olivia moaned her orgasm into his mouth, her tongue sliding against his. With a grunt, he released inside of her walls. They both fell away from the kiss as they struggled to control their breathing. His hands released their grip on her skin; Oliva slid along the wall until her stilettos tapped against the concrete floor.

Above them, they heard the swell of music, the dull roar of conversation, and the occasional laugh.

The party was going on without them.

Liam began to tuck his dress shirt into his pants, his member sticky with juices and seed. He lifted his head slightly to smirk at Olivia. “And that, Duchess, is how one kisses on a dancefloor.”

Dress Up, SGL x Riley B

Inside the bedroom, Riley had pulled off her dress, bra, and pantyhose. She sat on the edge of her bed as she held the black over-bust corset in her hands, working the ribboned fastenings loose. She wrapped it around her, hooking the front eyelets closed.

The bodice of the corset was black leather; the remaining material was a gorgeous black lace. She rose, standing in front of her full-length mirror, marveling at how her breasts were pushed together and up; her cleavage was magnificent. Her head turned at the sound of the bedroom door being pushed open.

“LIAM!” she yelled. “You said you would stay in the living room!”

Liam’s shirt was untucked from is jeans and fully unbuttoned; glimpses of a broad, well-defined chest caught Riley’s eye. He stood behind Riley, his lips kissing the nape of her neck.

“I thought you might need some help,” he murmured in a throaty tone as his fingers drifted down her back, caressing black satin ribbons.

Riley squirmed, but not with much effort. Her eyes met Liam’s in the mirror. Liam gave her a sexy grin. “You look absolutely delicious. This is all I’m going to be thinking about during our date.”

“Having sex with me?”

“How absolutely desirable you are, and that you’re going to be my girlfriend.”

“I didn’t agree to be your girlfriend! Just a date.”

“I’m a catch! You’ll succumb to my charms,” Liam promised.

His hands settled on her hips, a fingertip lightly stroking her length through her underwear. “God, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Riley made a face. “I have ROLLS!”

“Curves,” Liam corrected.

“And nooks and crannies!”

Liam nibbled her earlobe. “English muffins are my favorite.”

The stroking of his finger against her increased in speed.

“Liam …,” Riley warned in a weak voice.

Liam stopped his movements and spun her so she faced him. His eyes caught a glimpse of her back in the mirror. His fingers hooked in the sides of her panties and pulled them down so her ass cheeks were exposed. Tendrils of black ribbon brushed the tops of her buttocks.

He was ready to shoot his load right there.

[lstories]

Felix and Olivia (First Meeting)

I'm auctly making lore for my worlds? Weird. (Thanks for jinxing me, past me. I've been working on this since before I posted the Gaudi and Emma story)

(Safe, Soft, Unwilling then Willing vore)

Word Count: 3646

Olivia woke up to the sound of steel hitting stone. It wasn't unusual but it wasn't a good sound. She jumped out of bed and ran to her wall before she leaned out of her window, like magic her head and upper torso started to freeze in the snowy storm raging outside but her legs were still warm. She saw three men outside climbing the stone wall, each with clothes and masks covering their entire body's and face. "He holds a child hostage!" One of the men shouted, they were in more modern clothing than Olivia was used to so she would have to show her father once they were 'dealt with'. She ran to her bed, jumping onto it and grabbing the perfectly pink plushie on her smaller pillow. They climbed threw the window one by one, the one that shouted that she was being held captive tried to reassure her that she was being saved. Once they got close enough she leaned over and pressed a button on the side of her bedframe. The ceiling started to open as gun no bigger than a soda can was lowered down. After a second, a laser shot out to the forehead to each of the heroes. One pulled out a sword, the second drew his bow, and the last held out his hand as a small ball of fire started to swirl in his palm. "3 INTRUDERS DETECTED. 52% THREAT LEVEL. DETAINING." the robotic voice called out. Olivia covered her eyes, still seeing a flash threw her eye lids and the cracks of her fingers. She heard the mechanical wiring of the gun being brought back into the ceiling and opened her eyes, the three men were still standing there. Olivia started to count down "3... 2... 1..." and all the clothes they were wearing and items the had fell to the ground at the same time, their bodies gone and only their belongings remained.

Olivia slightly chucked at the clattering of the potions and sword. She grabbed the potions and put them on a shelf full of others with different colors and different shaped bottles. She didnt know what they did but they looked cool and the liquid inside constantly swirled which was mesmerizing. Olivia put all the weapons and books in her closet to sort out later. She started folding the clothes, slowly stacking them into a pile and putting all of their hats onto another rack almost full of hats from all over time. She finished folding the clothes, putting the plushie on top and ran out of her room with a grin. She ran down the hallways and corridors of the castle, light being created by an unknown source above her. She eventually slowed down while passing a room, she heard pleading to be released and threats on whoever locked them away. Threw the crack in the door she only saw darkness soon lit by a ball of fire and as it slowly moved and grew lightning cracked around them as the fire was snuffed out. Olivia ran off, her dad didn't want her to talk to people that came from other worlds or times. She ran down some more doors and hallways until she reached her dad's lab. Once she walked in everything changed from a medieval stone castle to a sterial white futuristic laboratory. She was able to slip by the cleaning robot, instead grabbing a small disk she put on her back. She ran into the lab and put the clothes on an empty desk which she also jumped onto and began to play with her plushie while she waited for her dad to finish what he was doing.

Olivia didn't know what her dad was working on immediately but she knew it was usually to help her, her mom, or her brother. Her dad walked out of a side room, a few barrels floating behind him. His eyes settled on Oliva, she looked at the ground as her dad walked over.

"What are you doing, you know your not allowed to come into the workshop."

"We have visitors and they had new stuff and I wanted to see what you were making"

"You could have told me threw the intercom, it reaches threw my entire workspace"

"The guy in the front scares me"

"Well... (sigh) I'll make something else soon. Please leave the clothes with him and go back to bed"

"But I'm not tired, and I want to help"

"You know you can't help. Not yet at least"

He started to guide the barrels to the top of the machine in the center of the room. A green, thin liquid flowed out of the barrel's and into the large vat on top. They could see it filling threw the glass in the middle of the machine.

"I remember this, it makes new life in an instant right, or it's supposed to"

"You... remember? What do you remember seeing it from"

"Oh, umm. I uh, saw it while reading from... your... private... collection.

His face shifted in anger slowly settling on disappointment. He grabbed her plushie and walked over to the control panel, shoving it into the small glass tube. "If words won't stop you from going into my library, maybe action will" he said while pushing a button, sending the plushie into the vat. Olivia ran over to her dad to try and stop him as she started to cry, his frantic button pushing wasn't even trying to experiment on it, just destroy. She tried to form words threw a blur of tears, just wanting her dad to stop. "Mom made that for me" she finally blurted out. Her dad stoped, remembering walking past the room of her mom stitching it together. He hit a release valve, a green steam shot into a containment vault above them. The plushie fell onto the ground, a thin white mist flowing from it. Her dad walked away, the plushie floating to follow him until he threw it into a chemical cleaner. The machine shook for a few seconds before the plushie was released. Olivia immediately ran over and picked it up to check what the damage was. An intricate design of thin green vines covered the pink plushie as if it was re-dyed. She was relieved that it wasn't damaged but she was sad it had changed color's. As she was thinking how she could dye it back to pink, she thought she could feel it move a bit. She looked down to see its front paws trying to climb her shirt like a puppy. She hugged it tighter, trying not to let it move. It made a small squeak as her dad sat down next to her.

"I'm sorry for my outburst, but you know why I can't let you read threw my collection"

"Beacuse if I read the wrong book I could die on the spot, I know. I just want to help you bring mom back"

"I would love if you could help, but what kind of father would I be if I knew the risks and let you take that chance. I want you to live your childhood which is why I'm making you a protector if I can't help you"

"Wait... this isn't to help mom"

"I will never stop trying to bring your mother and your brother back, but I still have to protect you. Please, stay out of my studies, I can't risk you getting hurt. Now, let's get you to bed"

He got up, carrying Olivia in his arm's. They walked out of his lab and her dad took the disk off her back and threw it onto a nearby table. As they walked threw the doors a disinfect mist sprayed out of the walls but hit an invisible bubble around them. Her dad walked threw the castle slowly so he wouldn't disrupt her. Olivia almost fell asleep, barely staying awake from the tiny movement of her plushie. They passed by the dark room, a red light started to grow as her dad walked closer, she heard screaming from the three people in the room and the door slammed shut just as he walked neer the red light shinning from the crack. She looked back just as her dad was walking away, she saw the red light die down threw the windows on the top as the screaming stopped. Olivia slipped in and out of sleep, her dad lulling and rocking her to sleep and the small plush keeping her just barely awake. As they walked threw the castle her dad was regal in his movements, though no one else lived in this castle to see it. They walked down the hallway to her room, the pictures on the walls shifted and seemed more picturesque than usual and the light that illuminated the halls started to dim.

The doors to her room opened as her dad walked down the hall, the light that illuminated it was completely gone by this point. He placed Olivia on her bed and tucked her in, the weather outside changed to a light rain and the tapping of the raindrops on her windowless windows finally rocked her to sleep, she didn't even hear her dad close the door.

After a few minutes Olivia woke up to the sound of squeaking and the feeling of her shirt being pulled. She looked down to see her plushie biting at the collar of her pj's, squeaking as it tried to stand but feel down. She picked up the plushie, holding it in her arms as it tried to bite at her sleeves. "It's never eaten before, it has to be hungry." She thought. "I've never needed to give you a name before... how about Felix." She said while grabbing the biggest pillow on her bed. It looked up at her for a few seconds when she said that before going back to gnawing on her sleeve. The biggest pillow she had was almost 6 feet long that she would sometimes hide in. She put Felix on the pillow while looking for something to feed him, he started to gnaw at the soft fabric before collapsing onto it. The pink fabric of his body started to break apart and the green fabric started to stretch over the pillow. As the green fabric touched the pillow the surrounding fabric formed into a fluffier pink fabric. Certain parts of the pillow started to constrict into limbs and in a matter of seconds her plushie had taken over her pillow. Felix started to move slightly, the fabric on his face shifted and his eyelids opened. His eyes were pure black as Olivia had seen before but there was small blue speckles she'd never noticed. His mouth showed a row of translucent rainbow teeth. He sat up, rubbing his head before looking over at Olivia, a confused expression showed over his face. She pushed the button oh her bed and stumbled over to Felix, picking him up and throwing him onto the floor. He may have been two feet taller than her but he was still the weight of a pillow. His face was stained with confusion and shifted to fear as the small gun lowered from the top of the room and shot out a thin laser that settled on his forehead. He looked around the room for somewhere to hide, eventually settling on the curtains and running over to hide behind them. They automatically closed to an impossibly thin line and he ran to the closest, then over to the hat rack, each hiding space stoped being usable as he got to them. Olivia was confused to what he was doing, it wasn't like any intruder that had come neer the castle or any of her dads monster she had found lurking outside whatever room he was in. She let out a small giggle, it was funny seeing him run around the room but she stopped when she heard the AI's voice.

"1 OCCUPANT DETECTED. -82% THREAT LEVEL. NO DETAINMENT NEEDED" the voice said before the gun retracted into the ceiling. The gun has never not gone off, even the most minor threat would be sent away. If he wasn't a threat then maybe he was a friend. Olivia sat on her bed staring at Felix while he tried to process what had happened. He knew the gun was dangerous but he didn't know why, he unfolded himself from the ball that he scrunched into and stood up while checking his surroundings. He questioned what he was doing out loud, surprised that he could talk when he did, he didn't sound any older than Olivia. She got a better look at him while he was mostly still, he was just a bigger version of the plush he was, though a few features were bigger. He looked over to Olivia, neither of them knew what to do. They sat in silence, studying each other and thinking of what to say. Both of them spoke at the same time and both apologizing as they interrupted each other, Felix lightly laughed to himself about it. "Who are you" Olivia asked as she scooted closer to the edge of the bed. "Oh, I'm Felix. That's what you called me before I-" Felix said as he tried to sit on the floor, he put his hand on the ground as his wrist and forearm sunk into each other and he fell onto the ground. He hit the side of his head, it sunk halfway into itself and lightly bounced back up. He took a second to figure out what happened as Olivia giggled at it. Felix sat up, pushing his arm into the floor and letting it crumble into itself. "Before I became this. Whatever this is?" Felix said as he looked over his body.

"Were you something else before my dad made you?" Olivia said scooting closer while her knees were dangling off the side of her bed.

"I dont think so. I remember wakeing up but I dont remember going to sleep, auctly I dont remember anything before walking up" Felix said while pushing his fingers into the ground, watching as they buckled and bent with a lack of joints then letting them extend and bend them like they did.

"So why are you he-" Olivia scooted too close to the edge of the bed and fell. She braced herself for the impending thud, but it never came. She opend her eyes the see the pink and green fabric under her.

Felix instinctively jumped under her. "I think I'm here to protect you" Felix tried to say with his face still pressed into the ground.

"Is that all, or do you also want to play"

"play what?"

"My dad talked about this old game he used to play when he was a kid called hide and seek. I'll count down from 30 and you go hide"

"oh, ok" Felix found a place to hide pretty quickly. Olivia was surprisingly ok with what was happening.

They played for a while, Felix never found any good hiding spots while the room seemed to help Olivia. Felix only found her when she started laughing. He didn't see the humor in it or why he did what she said but he was starting to have fun, and he was also getting hungry. Olivia was hiding in a new closet that opend up in front of her. The door looked like it was made out of the same stone as the wall which is why she probably hadn't noticed it before. Her eyes were getting heavy as she sat in the darkness. Her mind started to drift as she heard the rain taping on the windows outside. She could barely keep her head up for more than a second at this point. She heard the light shuffling of Felix looking for her while she finally fell asleep. After a while she woke up to Felix yelling her name, he sounded horrified. Olivia opened the wall door and rubbed her eyes. "Felix?" He looked over, he couldn't cry but he deffenetly would be. He ran over and hugged Oliva, pressing her into his body.

"Dont scare me like that, I thought you died. I need to protect you and you need to stay in my... line..." he trailed off and kept mumbling as Olivia talked

"In your line of sight? You sound like one of my dad's robots, I thought you were going to be fun to be around" she started to get sad as she tried to get away from Felix, she was just going to go to bed and be silently upset with her dad in the morning. "Hey, let go of me"

Felix stared at her, the blue specks defused into his eyes. "My- my li... my line of..." he couldn't keep a single thought strait besides his want for food. He needed food.

Felix slightly opend his mouth, his yellowish tounge gently licked across her face. She was the best and only thing he's ever tasted, he wanted more. He gently placed her whole head into his mouth, slowly licking at her face. Olivia was thrashing around just trying to get away from the thing that was currently eating her. Her movements started to slow as she felt what was happening, his tongue was super soft and weirdly warm. Her movements almost came to a stop, it was so soft and comfy. Felix worked her shoulders into her maw as he pushed her head into his throat. Olivia started to flail again, she was still being eaten, she couldn't just stop struggling. Felix worked her further and further down and she would occasionally stop and let the warmth and fluffiness surround her. Soon her head reached his stomach and small grey tendrils slightly rubbed at her face. She would have thought they would tickle but they pressed down almost like a massage. As more of her body found it's way into Felix's stomach, she could feel herself drifting off to sleep from the feeling, the gentle sound of his heartbeat and the muffled sound of the rain helping.

Felix finished swallowing her legs, he leaned against the wall to his side as the rest of her entered his stomach. Olivia studied the stomach walls a bit closer, she could see through them. She could see the light being broken by thin strands of various fabrics. It wasn't much thicker than a few dryer sheets, if she wanted she could tear her way out. A small strand of fabric moved through her line of sight and she looked back to her clothes. The grey stands were slowly tearing her pajamas to shreds and the cotton strands were being moved to find a place along Felix's stomach like they were always there. She held a hand to one of the grey tendrils, it gently pressed at her hand like it was waiting for something. She pressed back at the stomach walls, a muffed rumbling grew above her. He was purring, Olivia would've never guessed that he could purr but he was. She had to stifle a yawn, this wasn't so bad. Felix rubbed back at the light pressure in his stomach. He could feel every strand that was on the verge of snapping. He had done it, he ate the only thing he was made to protect... he ate...... oh no.

"Olivia, are you ok in there? I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just got so hungry and I needed to eat and you were just-"

"Felix, please be quiet. I'm trying to sleep"

"WH- your in my stomach! How are you so calm!"

"Your warm, comfy, and your stomach gives a really good massage. Also, your not hurting me, its probably safer in here"

"But a stomach isn't safe. Your-"

"Can we just go to sleep. If you want you can sleep on my bed"

"I..." Felix looked over to the bed, he was deffenetly getting tired. He slowly stood up, having to carry his huge stomach until he collapsed onto the bed. Olivia kneaded into the stomach walls causing Felix to purr up a storm. He had to admit, everything about this felt amazing. The gentle pushes, prods, and rubs from inside his stomach along with the feeling of being overly full while protecting Olivia was heavenly to him. The gentle patter of rain, Felix's soft heartbeat and purring, and the massage his stomach gave started to lull her back to sleep. "Goodnight Felix" "Oh, goodnight Olivia" It didn't take long for them to both drift off to sleep.

:timeskip to morning:

"Goodmorning Olivia. I'd like to apologize for last night, and if you'd like you could help with-" Olivia's dad walked into her room. His eyes settled on the plush monster with an enormous stomach lying on her bed. Felix groggily opend his eyes as he moved to see around his stomach. His eyes widened as he saw Olivia's dad in the room. "Oh no- give me a minute and I can explain" Felix struggled to get up and Olivia started to wake from the movement. Felix was lifted by his arms and legs by an invisible force. "What... Did you do... with my daughter" Olivia's dad yelled as he started to tear Felix's arms and legs. Olivia fully woke to the sound of tearing fabric and her dad yelling. She tried to stand up and her hand sunk back into the fluffy fabric. She started to remember what happened last night and pieced two and two together. "Dad, stop hurting Felix" It took a while to sort out what happend and why she was inside what was previously her plushie. After a bit of explaining and pleading Olivia convinced her dad to let Felix stay.

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Three Days ~ 95

~*~Emma~*~

In the morning I came out of my room to meet Olivia in the hall. We headed downstairs with joined arms. Jill and Harper were already awake. "Lazy girls. I see lots of sleeping in the next week." We nodded.

I drug my lazy ass to the kitchen for some coffee. "Did you two eat?"

Harper joined me, "No, we waited."

"French toast?" Always a favorite.

"Yes!" Harper yelled and started getting eggs, milk, and butter out of the fridge. Oliva grabbed the bread. We did this a lot. A conveyor belt ending with me and a pan. Jill set the table with whipped cream, syrup, and berries.

While we were eating my text notification went off. We had a strict no phones at the table rule. My phone was with the others in the "phone home” meaning in a nice bowl tucked in around fruit. Looks like a strange modern art piece. You're only allowed to reclaim your phone after the kitchen is cleaned. A perfectly brilliant way to ensure everyone pitches in.

Olivia finished first and picked up my phone, "Want me to read his text?"

"Might not be him. I do know other people."

She snorted a laugh, "It is. The notification is on your lock screen."

"I could be dirty."

"I won't read it if it is."

I laughed at the absurdity of her statement, "Go on then. You know the code."

Olivia touched the numbers and went to the text. “Your boyfriend says, good morning, my love." She looked at me, "Aw that's sweet” and took off out of the room.

"Where are you going?" I yelled after her.

"The bathroom, geez. Nosey much."

Jill's back was to us, but she knew, "She took your phone with her, didn't she?"

I smiled, “I love having little sisters."

"Do you have plans while she's with you?"

"I have a volleyball game. That's it. If we want to do something in the city, we'll stay at Seb’s. Shop or whatever. We can lay by the pool. There's a park by the river with hiking paths and kayaking. I'm excited."

Jill hugged me, "She is too."

Olivia came out of the bathroom holding my phone out. She was Face Timing with Seb. I shook my head, "I hope you told him it was you before calling."

She screwed up her face, "Don't be daft, Em."

I heard Sebastian laughing, "That face and your voice is just like hers."

Olivia looked at him, "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should."

Olivia handed me my phone, "Here she is."

I took the phone and smiled at the man thousands of miles away. He looked tired. "Did you two have a nice talk?"

"Absolutely. I hear you're on your way to ride horses."

"We are."

"But first you'll be cleaning the stables." He smirked.

"I told you the Vedder girls have skills."

"If I ever need shit shoveled with a pitchfork I'll know who to call.”

"Behave." Jill stuck her face in front of the camera.

"Sorry, mom." He grimaced. He shifted his eyes back to me. "Does that smell as bad as I think it does?"

All four of us yelled, "Yes."

"I need to get dressed, you wanna come with me?" I waggled my eyebrows.

Sebastian said, "Yes, please."

Harper gagged, "Gross."

Olivia clapped, "Go, Sissy."

Jill stopped the clapping, "All of you get dressed."

I headed upstairs. Sebastian frowned, "It's like seven here. I don't have to get dressed, do I? I was going the other way."

"No, no, you should get on with your plan." He started pulling off his shirt. "You're the best boyfriend ever."

"Cause I took off my shirt?"

"Because you put up with my sister hijacking my phone."

He waved his hand, "She is very excited to be alone with you. She has boyfriend questions."

I cocked my head, "Does she?"

He nodded, "We're cute."

"Yep." I laughed, "She has boyfriend questions."

It was a short phone call, ending when I had washed my face and changed into riding clothes. Short and sweet with laughter and I love you’s.

I sent him pictures of us shoveling out the stalls and less-smelly ones of us with the horses. I rode Ed's horse, a beautiful chestnut stallion. He wasn't sure about me until I bribed him with sugar cubes and kisses on his nose. I loved the soft nose fur. I laughed when he nuzzled the pocket from where I’d pulled the sugar. We were friends now. By the way he took off it was obvious Ed rode him hard. I held on tight until I got him reined in. Wasn't hard, but took consistent attention. He liked to run. We wandered trails, through a creek, and raced across the open field. I was sure my thighs were going to hate me. Back at the stable he got a nice wipe down and more sugar and kisses.

The ride had me completely forgetting about Sebastian's key fob. Back in the SUV I was hit with a wall of excitement and trepidation. I was glad Jill was driving. I sat in the back with Harper watching YouTube videos. She was laughing and looking at me for the same reaction. I caught on pretty quick to what she liked and was able to laugh and elbow her at the appropriate times.

We streamed out of the SUV and into the leather store. The girls were off looking at anything and everything. Jill went with me. Jim was leaning over the counter, "Mrs. and Ms. Vedder. You look like you've had a good ride."

"We did." Jill smiled. "Emma got good use of the reins you made for Ed's horse."

Jim hissed in a breath, "He's a headstrong one."

"Much like his owner."

He nodded, "You said it, not me."

I was antsy, fidgeting with the edge of some papers on the counter. They both noticed what I wasn't hiding. "Let me go get your item."

Jim was too nonchalant for anything to have gone wrong. I relaxed with a deep breath. Jill smiled, putting her hand on my arm. Her touch calmed me instantly. Jim was back in under a minute carrying a small hinged box with a metal clasp. The box was made of leather, naturally, and beautiful. I ran my fingers over the smooth material before opening it. Inside I lifted the soft fabric wrapping to see what was broken had been made whole.

My mouth hung open in a smile, "It's perfect." I lifted it and looked where I knew there had been damage. "Thank you so much, Jim."

He took it from me, walking through the repairs and what he'd done to transform the dry leather to supple without removing any of the history. It looked the same, only better. Instead of a standard round keyring he'd attached a silver S-carabiner smaller on the side that attached to the leather. It matched the silver circle. "I'd give it another twenty-four hours to make sure the glue is dry and the conditioner has soaked in. Here's what I used.” He slid a round plastic tub with a screw top across the counter. He's carrying in his pants pocket. I'd condition every month or so."

I thanked him again before paying much less than I thought he deserved and we were off.

For dinner we ordered Mexican and made a big pitcher of Margaritas. Virgin for the girls. Tequila filled for us. We worked more on the mandala and played games: board and video. Yes, we were that family. I needed to get a VR system. We played Beat Saber for hours. It's like Guitar Hero, but instead of playing guitar you have lightsabers and slice through colored blocks in tune with a song. Good songs. There were obstacles you had to move around and duck under. There was one song I found myself jumping around while slashing at the blocks. It was a good workout.

Once the girls went up, Jill and I filled up our margaritas and sat outside again. I drank deeply and looked at the sky, "This is a good night.”

“I wish I was going away for a week with my sisters. There's a special kind of trouble only sisters can find."

I laughed loudly. Jill smiled, but I could tell she felt on wobbly ground. "I promise I will get Olivia in nothing like my big sister got me in."

We stared for a moment then laughed, "I trust you. We trust you. She doesn’t have to check-in unless she wants to. She needs some freedom, but safe with you."

I nodded, "I will let her grow a little while watching her like a hawk.”

"I think she has questions she doesn’t want to ask us because she's mad. I’m thankful she had a big sister who will tell it straight.”

I weighed my words, "I want her to know she can ask and come to me about everything and I won’t report back to mom and dad. But if she's into something you need to know I’ll figure out a way to get her to tell you. Maybe I’ll get her a little drunk by a pool. She'll have something on me."  

Jill sighed, "I don’t want you spying and reporting back. Just if we need to know something. She'll listen to you better than us."

"I will take very good care of her. We’ll have fun."

"And then we'll meet up in Chicago to watch your dad geek out over baseball while we roast in the sun."

I laughed with her, "I'm looking forward to some time with dad."

"He is too. I'll take the girls and leave you two to baseball."

"Thank you."

"No, thank you. I don't have to feel guilty for doing other things. It'll be good for both of you."

We drank, talked, and laughed until the wee hours of the morning. As much as I looked forward to time with dad, this time with mom had been needed.

Upstairs in my room, I checked the time. One am here. Ten am in Rome.

Emma ~ I hope you're having a good day. P. S. I love you. Sebastian ~ Are you awake or was the text delayed? Emma ~ Awake.

My phone went off and a handsome face showed on my screen. He was wearing a white t-shirt, a brown leather jacket, and sunglasses sitting under a tree. My mouth watered, "You look fabulous."

The corner of his mouth curved up, "Thank you. Can't sleep?"

"Margaritas with mom."

"Now that sounds fun." He looked around. "We're shooting on a bridge. Well, will be. Waiting for something." He waved his hand around. "Looks like you've been having fun."

"Very much so. I was telling Jill how this was what I wanted when I'd gone to Georgia. Sitting with my family talking about school, friends, you. I'm very blessed to have this mom."

"It kinda blows me away how you have these meta conversations with them and it’s cool."

I nodded, "We tackled that in family therapy long ago. Trevor likened it to adoptive and birth parents. It's not a competition. It was the adult's job to support the child, me, not make me choose."

Sebastian grimaced, "When someone makes you choose, you should always pick the one who doesn't make you choose."

"Definitely. This mom and dad know I love and appreciate them and the rest is open communication and not avoiding difficult conversations."

"That’s my girl. I can't wait to be around all of you."

"We're very fun."

"This is the first time I've heard you call Jill mom."

I shrugged. "I'm closer to Ed, but still close to Jill. She's mom when we're together and that’s how I think of her. She's Jill when I'm talking to other people. He's Ed or dad. It gets confusing."

Sebastian scrunched up his nose and shook his head, "I've figured it out."

"Because you are wonderful."

"I really am."

"And humble."

"Incredibly humble."

I heard a voice I recognized as Jessica, "And full of shit." Her face appeared next to his. "Hi, Emma."

"Hey Jessica."

"Can I steal our boyfriend back?'

I looked at the nonexistent watch on my arm, "It's actually your time. Sorry." I cringed.

"No problem. I’m sure he's the one breaking the timeshare rules."

"I would never survive a polyamorous relationship." Sebastian pushed her away and stood up. "Have a good flight. I love you. Send nudes."

"Oh god, Sebastian." I could hear Jessica's eyes roll.

"I love you, Bastian. Have fun with our lover, Jess."

"Will do!"

The last I saw was Sebastian shaking his head with a smile.

~*~*~*~

I was awakened by a very excited teenager jumping into bed with me. "Are you awake? I'm awake."

"I can tell." I rolled onto my back with a laugh.

Olivia was on her knees, bouncing. "Mom says we need to be ready in half an hour. My stuff’s already downstairs. Do you need help?"

"Sure." I threw off the covers and climbed out of bed with a stretch. "Will you make the bed?"

She jumped off the bed, "Yes." This is a good deal. I'd be ready in five minutes. Wash my face, brush my teeth, throw on sweats, boom, we were heading down the stairs.

Our flight left at 8:30 am, which had us arriving in New York at 4:30 pm. It would be a mess to get into the city at that time. We'd play it by ear either grabbing something at the airport or just a snack to get us home. I'd been intentionally vague about plans because I wanted it to be about me and Olivia. Mostly Livvie. Whatever she wanted to do. Dating a movie star took me close to being the cool big sister. I needed to lock that down.

No tearful goodbye's here. Olivia practically drug me out the door at the sound of the Uber’s horn. When the trunk slammed, I grabbed her into a hug and yelled, "Sister week!"

"Yee haw!" We waved before sliding into the car.

We settled in the lounge with cups of coffee and assorted items from the buffet. Olivia was still bouncing. "Have you thought about anything you want to do? I have a game Saturday and I need to meet with the jeweler tomorrow. The rest of the time is yours."

"We're staying in the city tonight?"

I nodded, "We can stay as long as we want."

"Where are we staying?"

"Sebastian's place in Soho." Her face changed and she made a gasp-like sound, which I ignored. "There's a great pizza place a couple of blocks away. This cute shop, but I've bought almost everything there. And we can go over to Brooklyn if you want."

Olivia was stuck, "Sebastian's place."

"It's cute how you're a little star-struck over him and he's a little star-struck over dad."

She wrapped her arm around mine, "I know he's like any other man, but come on, Sissy, he’s gorgeous and funny. The press from Marvel movies and Comic Cons are great. He's awkward and adorable."

My little sister speaks the truth. I smiled and kissed her cheek. "He is gorgeous, funny, awkward, and adorable. The Comic Con this weekend is the only thing I've seen."

"Are you not allowed?" Her smirk told me she knew better.

“It's overwhelming." I grimaced, "There's so much." I told her about my short foray into Tumblr.

Olivia shook her head, "It's weird to be able to look at your boyfriend's ex’s online."

I snorted, "Tell me about it."

"Can I pick out videos for us to watch?"

Finally. "I thought you'd never suggest this."

We laughed and leaned together. "I've been making a playlist on YouTube."

Miss I'm So Excited was asleep by cruising altitude. I took a few minutes to zip into our shared app and leave my sweetie a message.

"California was fun. Excited to relax on a beach with you. Sun all day. Make love all night. Kissing. Lots of kissing. Being together."

Thankfully none of the pictures I'd stuck around Sebastian's place were obscene. Olivia laughed and decided it was a strange scavenger hunt that he'd enjoy. Especially the one in the bathroom. That was her favorite. Sebastian's was going to be the one of me in his shirt reaching up to get a coffee cup with half my butt showing.

We walked around the neighborhood for a while before getting pizza and heading back to the apartment. Olivia signed into Youtube on the TV. She hadn't been kidding about making a playlist. I let her pick. I lost track of time. My favorites were the fan-made compilation videos. Funny moments, highlights with Chris, highlights with Anthony, silly moments, sexy moments, and a whole video of him playing with his tongue. Bastard.

It turns out the teenager is more flexible when it comes to time zones. Hell, Olivia had even napped on the plane, but still she was first asleep. I don't think I was far behind. It had been a busy few days. I woke up about a minute before my alarm went off. Keaton's sister, Lily, was squeezing me in first thing before she got into the groove of her workday. I don't understand exactly what that means. Also, don't care. I know she's popular and busy so I'll be where she says when she says.

Waking Olivia up was like waking the dead. She definitely got that from our dad. I'm not sure a bomb going off would wake him. And he is grumpy right after. Especially on tour. In his defense, the schedule on tour pushes everyone to the edge of their endurance. Going to bed is dependent on when you get out of the venue and how spiked your blood is with adrenaline. Staying asleep is dependent on if you’re in a hotel or if you’re on the bus with a driver, road conditions, and idiot drivers. Waking up has to do with plans. Are you in hotel and need to get to the bus? Is the sun coming in a window and waking you? The sleep just isn't consistent.

The good thing with Olivia is once she’s up she's up. She's in a good mood and quick to be ready to go. Lily's studio wasn't far from Sebastian's apartment. I put the newly restored leather fob in my purse and we were off. On the walk Olivia pointed to places she wanted to check out. Last night we'd decided to wander some more and head back to Beacon before dinner. I clued in pretty quickly that she just wanted to hang out. It wasn't about wanting to do anything other than spend time with me. That's very cool.

The front of Lily's space is a showroom with a door behind a counter. We were shown through the door into a studio. The juxtaposition between the two was extreme. The showroom was everything you'd expect from a high-end Soho jewelry store. Clean lines, trendy colors to accentuate but not distract, and shining jewelry without price tags. Definitely one of those places you can't afford if you need to see the prices. The studio was a hot mess. Literally and figurately. A wall of bins holding metals and jewels. A heavy wood table with a half circle cut out surrounded by tools. The tabletop looked like controlled chaos. I'm certain Lily knew exactly where everything was and its placement made sense to her. In the back of the room was a well-lit table with chairs. After hugs all around Lily led us there. We'd met a couple of times while Keaton was opening for Pearl Jam and Lily and I had shared a fun night at an after-party for the end of tour for Keaton. Stories were exchanged before getting down to business.

I brought the box out of my purse and handed it over. Lily was careful with the unwrapping and her handling, much like Jim had been when I’d brought the injured item to him. "This looks great. He did a great job."

I nodded and stated the obvious, "The metal is a mess. It looks even worse now."

Lily made a face and rocked her head from side to side, "Na, I’m sure it already looked bad." She took a small flat tool to pry up the edge. She pried far enough around to give her ability to pry up the bent in bottom part. "This was a smart thing to do. There doesn't look to be a flaw in the metal. Best guess he played with it a lot and whatever was in there popped out. Bending both sides in preserved it. It would have been easy to catch on something or get cut on the edges."

I laughed, "The second option is most likely."

Olivia added, "I think Sissy is saying he's clumsy."

Lily laughed and nodded.

I laughed too, "No, neither would have occurred to him and cutting himself while he fidgeted with it is way more likely."

"You said he plays with it and my first thought was some sort of worry stone, but that would be more fragile. I’d rather it be sturdier so he doesn't have to think about damaging anything. It was metal before. I think that would be most authentic. We could play with design."

I loved the way she was thinking. "I thought something he could fidget with. Either spin it of some texture."

"I can see either." Lily pulled over a sketch pad and started drawing. First was a circle with lines coming out from each side. "The posts would anchor through the metal into the leather. I'd go horizontal so I could go into the side stitches for strength and stability." She sketched while she talked. "I’d use the existing metal to hold it in place. Strengthen it if I need to. I think of him rubbing his thumb over either side. Maybe texture on one side to give options. One side could be domed and the other concave like a thumbprint."

My face lit up. "I don't know if this is even possible, but you said thumbprint. Can you put my thumbprint on, in the metal? Like on the concave side. So, he's putting his thumb where mine has been."

Lily smiled, "Like you're with him."

I nodded.

Olivia smiled, "I think that's awesome. He going to love this."

I looked from my sister to Lily, "Is it possible?"

"Oh yeah." Lily smirked. "Easy. We’ll scan your thumbprint and laser it in. Only question is do you want to just leave it raw metal or color it so the print can be seen?"

I took a moment to play it both ways. I bit my lip, "Leave it. Then only he knows, unless he chooses to tell someone."

[trueloveandotherscificoncepts]

I am obsessed with both this poem and this performance of it.

LIKE TOTALLY WHATEVER

- Melissa Lozada-Oliva

In case you haven’t realized it has somehow become necessary for old white men to tell me how to speak (?)

They like, interrupt a conversation that isn’t even theirs, and are like “speak like you mean it” and like “the internet is ruining the English language.”

And they like, put my “parentheticals,” my “likes” and “ums,” and “you knows” on a wait list.

Tell them no one will take them seriously in a frilly pink dress. Or that make-up.

Tell them they have a confidence problem. That they should learn to speak up, like the hyper-masculine words were always the first to raise their hands.

Invisible red pens and college degrees have been making their way into the middle of my sentences. I’ve been crossing things out every time I take a moment to think.

Declarative sentences, so-called, because they declared themselves to be the loudest, most truest, most taking up the most space, most totally white man sentences.

Have always told me that being angry has never helped like, anybody.

Has only gotten in the way of helping them declare more shit about how they’ll never be forgotten like, ever.

It’s like F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway were geniuses for turning women into question marks.

It’s like rapes happen all the time on campuses, but as soon as Jon Krakaeur writes about it, suddenly it’s like innovative nonfiction, and not like something girls are like making up for like attention.

And it’s like maybe I’m always speaking in questions because I’m so used to being cutoff.

Like maybe, this is a defense mechanism: Maybe everything girls do is evolution of defense mechanism.

Like this is protection, like our “likes” are our knee pads.

Our “ums” are the knives we tuck into our boots at night.

Our “you knows” are best friends we call on when walking down a dark alley.

Like this is how we breathe easier.

But I guess feelings never helped anybody.

I guess like, tears never made change.

I guess like everything girls do is a waste of time (?)

So welcome to the bandwagon of my own uncertainty.

Watch as I stick flowers into your “punctuation mark” guns, ’cause you can’t just challenge authority. You have to take it to the mall, too.

Teach it to do the “bend and snap.” Paint its nails, braid its hair, tell it it looks like, really good today.

And in that moment before you murder it with all of the in your like, softness, you let it know that like this, like this moment is like, um, you know, me using my voice.

Here's the link to the original tiktok:

[axwalker]

Now and Then 4: Unrequited

I’m participating in @wackydrabbles and the prompt this week is # 45: “I don’t hate you” and will appear in bold.

Synopsis: Synopsis:   The story of Alexis’s and Drake’s friendship since they met when they were 10 years old until they become roommates after college. (AU)

In this chapter: Lexie tries to reconnect with her father while she deals with her feelings for Drake. 

Warning: Teen angst, A very bad father, Unrequited love. THE CONTENT OF THIS BLOG IS NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDER 18

Word count: 1700 🙈

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2012. (17 years old)

Drake parked the Jeep that he had spent all summer repairing in front of Lex's house. While he waited for her, he turned on the radio and raised the volume at AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long. On his rear mirror, he saw Lexie leaving her house with a cherry Pop-Tart in her mouth, and her backpack half-opened; she was tying up her hair in a messy bun as she approached his car.

"The alarm didn't sound again?" Drake asked teasingly when she got into the car.

"It did." She chewed the last bit of Pop-Tart. "I got in an argument with my mom. My dad wants to see me, but she doesn't want me to go."

Drake frowned. "Out of the blue? Isn't that a little weird?"

"It's for my birthday, Drake."

"Lex, your birthday was more than two weeks ago."

"He was busy. He said he tried to call me, but you know this thing never works," Lexie said, pointing at her old cellphone.

Call me, Maybe start playing on the radio. She smiled mischievously.

Drake rolled his eyes, "Don't you dare, Lex."

Lexie looked at him mockingly and raised the volume.

"Just don't do the dance, please don't do the dance," he pleaded, knowing that it was pointless.

"Do you mean this dance?" she grinned as she sang along with the radio, dancing and mimicking the song's dance moves with her hands.

"You're such a dork." Drake chuckled.  

Lexie laughed. "Come on, Walker, I know you want to too." She kept singing. "Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy …" She threw Drake a mischievous look and pointed finger guns at him.

"… But here's my number, so call me maybe," Drake talked more than sang as he shook his head smiling. They both burst into laughter.

When the song ended, Drake lowered the volume and asked, "Are you going to see him?"

"My dad? Well … maybe …" She bit her lip.

He saw the gesture. "What?"

"I thought that maybe you could come with me?"

"Hard pass."

"Please, Drake! I really want to see him, but it's been a while. Plus, Cindy and Sean will be there too, they make me so nervous." Lexie grimaced at the thought of her stepmother and stepbrother.

Drake had never met George O'Brien. In their six years of friendship, Lexie's father had called her for her birthday a total of three times -always late- and she rarely saw him. Drake loathed the guy, but for some reason, Lexie was desperate to reconnect with him. Drake couldn't understand, if Bianca came back, he wouldn't even give her the time of day.

"If Elena doesn't want you to see him, she must have her reasons," Drake said as he parked the car.

"Dad was a crappy husband, but he loves me; he wants to have a relationship with me." She sighed. "You don't have to come if you don't want to, though."

Drake detected the hint of vulnerability in her voice. "Don't worry, Lex; I'll be there. When is it?"

"Tonight," Alexis replied as they walked to the school.

"Shit! I had a date with Haley."

The mention of Drake's girlfriend made Lexie nauseous. She had been unsuccessfully fighting her feelings for Drake for over a year. As much as she tried, she couldn't avoid the flip on her stomach when she saw him, or her heart racing every time he smiled at her.

"I know. I tried to change the day, but he refused."

"It's okay, Lex. I'll talk to Haley; I can always find ways to make it up to her later." Drake smiled.

"Eww! Disgusting, Walker”.  

"Drake!" Haley yelled with her sickly-sweet tone of voice

Alexis rolled her eyes. “And that's my cue to leave.”

“You could give her a chance, you know? She’s nice.”

“Right. See you at lunch?"

"Yeah.”

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The rest of the morning passed quickly. At lunch, Lexie threw a glance towards her regular table in the cafeteria. Liam, Olivia, and Max were talking while Haley and Drake were kissing each other. Alexis wondered if there ever came out for air. She was about to leave the cafeteria with an empty stomach when Max yelled her name.

Shit. Lexie waved back and sat next to Max across the two happy couples. She slammed her tray on the table, crashing it against Drake's.

"Is everything alright, Lexie?" Liam asked.

"Yeah," Lexie answered angrily.

Olivia and Max exchanged a look. They knew perfectly what the problem was.

"Penelope is having a party Sunday night. Would you like to come? She has a pool," Haley said, smiling.

"Sunday is GOT night, and we all watch it at Li's house, sorry," Lexie said dismissively.

Drake glared at her.

"You can come too; It's actually pretty fun," Liam invited Haley before Olivia could kick him under the table.

"What's GOT?" Haley asked.

Drake was about to answer, but Lexie beat him to it. "Are you serious? Game of Thrones. Best show ever," she replied, annoyed.

"Oh! I hate it!' Haley grimaced. "So much blood and killing. Totally a boy's show."

Lexie snapped at her, "I guess Liv and I didn't realize that we needed a penis to watch a TV show. Maybe, you can give us a list of the things girls are supposed to like." When she saw Haley blushing embarrassed, Lexie knew she had gone too far. She bit her lip, ashamed of herself.  

Drake shot her a furious look and stood up from the table. "Come on, Haley. We have Algebra in 10 minutes."

Oliva smirked. "Remind me not to piss you off."

"What? She was sexist!" Lexie defended herself.

"Right, that's why you scolded her, feminism," Maxwell laughed. “Nothing to do with Dr-” Max stopped talking when Lexie elbowed him. Liam didn’t know anything.

"Why do you dislike her so much?" Liam asked before finishing his cheeseburger.

"I don't. I have to go; I have class too." She left in a hurry. She was feeling angry and frustrated, specially with herself.

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After class, she ran to the locker rooms to change for Gym when she stumbled upon Haley.

"I was looking for you," Haley said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry, Haley I have Gym like in five minutes," Lexie replied, trying to be more agreeable than she was at lunch.

"It's going to be fast. I just wanted to tell you that I'd like it if we could be friends. I know you hate me, but I think you're cool, and it would be best for Drake if we all got along."

Haley was a tall, green-eyed gorgeous blond. As if that wasn't threatening enough, she was kind and friendly too.

Lexie sighed. "I don't hate you. I'm sorry about this morning, that wasn't about you." Or not entirely.

"It's fine." Haley gave her a perfect smile. "I know Drake loves Game of Thrones. Would you explain it to me? So, I can watch it with him?"

Lexie suppressed her urge to roll her eyes. "You don't have to like it only because he does, you know?" Trying to make amends for her earlier behavior, she added, "but, if you want to, yeah, I'll explain it."

Haley almost jumped. "Thank you, Lex."

"Uhm, only Drake calls me Lex," she said but added apologetically, "but you can call me Lexie if you want though, all my friends do."

"Got it, thanks, Lexie. I better run; I have class too." Haley waved her god-bye.

Lexie was about to enter the gym when she got a text message from her father. It turned out that he couldn't have dinner that night, but he asked her to go to his lawyer's office and sign some papers related to her grandfather's inheritance next week. That was the real reason he wanted to see her, not to reconnect with her. Elena was right about him.

After typing a quick text to Drake telling him that he was free for his date, Lexie decided to skip Gym, she wasn't in the mood. She walked around for a while until she reached the football field. She sat on the stands with a framed photo of her father in her hands, she had planned to give it to him that night as a gift. In the picture, she was 8 years old and was looking at her father adoringly as they decorated a Christmas tree. Lexie hated to cry but couldn't help herself. Everything in her life was upside down. A father that didn't love her and a crush that would never be anything else. Lexie was well aware that Drake only saw her as his best friend.

"Lex," Drake said, startling her.

Lexie tried to wipe the tears off her face so he wouldn't see them. "What are you doing here? I thought you had a date."

"You're worried about Haley now?" He said, handing her a Coke, her comfort drink.

"Hey! I apologized!" Lexie exclaimed after taking a sip of the drink.

Drake chuckled. "Yeah, only because she went looking for you."

"Can we count this as a win? I apologized to one of your girlfriends, that's unheard of."

"You're so damn stubborn that yes; we'll count this as a win." He couldn't explain it, but Drake sort of liked how possessive Lexie was with him.

They sat in silence for a moment. Drake had seen her crying when he sat next to her, but he knew his best friend better than anyone, she needed a little space before talking about her problems.

After a while, he finally asked, "Are you okay, Lex?"

"Uh-huh," she replied.

"Lex, look at me."

Her big brown eyes looked up to him. Drake's heart tightened with her sadness. "He's not worth it. You know it, right?" He put his arm around her shoulders. “If he doesn’t appreciate to have a daughter like you, then he’s a piece of crap.”

"He's my dad. He's supposed to love me no matter what," Lexie cried despite herself. "If he doesn't, who will?"

"I'm always going to be here, Lex. No matter what."

She looked at him. "You say that now, but you will fall in love and forget all about me."

Drake raised her chin with his fingers, she almost melted when she met his deep gaze. "Never. No matter what happens you’ll always be my best friend Lex." He placed a friendly kiss on her forehead. "I swear.”

“Me too,” she answered sadly as she placed her head on his shoulder.

[madpanda75]

“Taking Chances Part Three: Suspicions”

Finally posting Part Three! Sonny and the rest of the squad get suspicious about what’s going on with Rafael 👀  Check out the other chapters on my Masterlist. Part 4 will be posted this week! ❤️

You and Rafael had been together for one month. One exhilarating month. Neither of you expected to move so fast given your past romances. You had been left broken-hearted by your cheating ex-fiancé. For Rafael, it had been years since he had been in a relationship. He was once in love with his first serious girlfriend, Yelina, until she dumped him for his childhood best friend, Alex Muñoz. There were one or two girlfriends after that, but for the most part, Rafael buried himself in his work.

This time around was different. There was an undeniable connection between you both. An initial spark that quickly unfurled into an intense passion, made increasingly evident by the dirty looks your neighbors would give you the morning after Rafael spent the night. It felt as if you had been together forever.

Luckily for your neighbors, the majority of your evenings were spent at Rafael’s. Not only were his walls thicker, but his place was halfway between the precinct and the gallery, making it convenient for both of you.

One cold February morning you sat at Rafael’s kitchen counter, leisurely sipping a cup of coffee, sketching in your notebook while he got ready for the office. It was routine by this point. He padded into the kitchen, barefoot and half-dressed, wearing only his pants and an undershirt, his suspenders hanging loose at his sides.  

You handed him a cup of coffee, not even bothering to glance up from your drawing. “Never would’ve taken you for a white chocolate macadamia nut fan,” you casually said.

Rafael nearly choked on his drink, instantly recognizing the flavored creamer hit his tongue. “Found it in the back of your fridge, hidden behind a bag of salad that looks like its been there since you moved into this apartment. I had no idea you were an International Delight kinda guy,” you teased, hooking your finger under his belt loop, tugging him towards you.

Rafael chuckled and took another long sip of his coffee. “What can I say, I’m full of surprises.” Leaning forward, he gave you a peck on the lips before glancing down at his watch.  “I better get dressed. I’m running late.” He set his cup down, furrowing his brow as he took in your state of dress. “Is that the shirt I laid out last night? And my socks?”

You sheepishly smiled at him, fiddling with the hem of his light blue pinstripe shirt, your toes curling in his butter yellow socks. “What can I say? I like wearing your clothes. They inspire me,” you said with a shrug and handed over your sketchbook full of doodles. Well, to you they were doodles. To Rafael, they were works of art.

“While I’m thrilled that my Brooks Brothers apparel is your muse. May I please have my clothes back?” He placed the sketchbook back on the counter and checked his phone, expecting you to go into the bedroom to change—but you had other plans. With a smirk, you slowly began to unbutton the shirt, sliding it off your shoulders, revealing your naked body.

Rafael abruptly halted his text to Liv at the sight of your supple form. Licking his lips, he drank you in from head to toe while blindly trying to set his phone back down on the counter.  

“What?” You feigned innocence and batted your lashes at him. “You wanted your clothes back, didn’t you?”

Rafael’s eyes darkened. “You now better than to tease Papi like that.”

You took a step closer and ran your hands up his arms, gently squeezing his biceps, your lips grazing along his neck. The smell of his cologne enveloped you, invigorating your senses. “Hmmm, you gonna punish me?” You purred in his ear.

Rafael let out a shaky breath. In an instant, he had hoisted you over his shoulder causing you to squeal in surprise. With a teasing slap to your ass, he turned around and headed straight towards the bedroom.

*****

Olivia walked out of her office to find her squad at one of the large conference tables in the bullpen, waiting to discuss a recent case SVU caught where a high school senior, Elena Reyes, was raped in her hotel room during a weekend field trip to New York.

“Where’s Barba?” Fin asked when he saw his lieutenant.

Olivia sighed and took off her glasses. “Texted me this morning and said he was running late again.”

Fin leaned back in his chair, his curiosity piqued. “That’s the sixth time this month. Wonder what’s going on?”

“Maybe he has a girlfriend,” Sonny chimed in while trying to balance a pencil on his nose.

Fin laughed. “Barba!? You gotta be kidding me! That man is married to his job. My Grandpa Iggy probably gets more action than him at the nursing home.”

Stranger things have happened,” Amanda said with her head down as she folded a piece of paper into a small paper football. “The man is wound tighter than a tourniquet. A girlfriend would be good for him.” Amanda took her paper football and aimed it towards Fin, who held up his fingers to resemble goal posts. She flicked it across the table, the football flying right between Fin’s waiting hands.

“Touchdown!” Fin exclaimed.

Olivia sighed. “Seriously, guys. Don’t we have anything better to do while we wait for Bar—”

“Sorry I’m late,” Rafael announced, bursting into the precinct.

The lieutenant’s eyes widened slightly, noticing his flustered appearance. A stark contrast to the razor-sharp, collected ADA she was used to working with. “Nice of you to join us,” she quipped.

“Yeah, traffic was a nightmare coming down Lafayette.” Rafael lied. He shrugged off his coat and set his briefcase down, making a beeline to the snacks set up next to the coffee pot. Your unexpected morning sexscapade had left him starving. He grabbed a handful of pretzel sticks and poured himself another cup of coffee before sitting down at the conference table. “So what do we have on the Elena Reyes case?” He asked, popping a few pretzels in his mouth.

Amanda cleared her throat. “You know, counselor, before we begin. I couldn’t help but notice how late you’ve been recently,” she said with a glint in her eye.

“Excuse me?” Rafael arched a brow at the young blonde detective.

Sonny crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side, looking Rafael over. “Yeah, your shirt’s a little rumpled. Hair isn’t as coiffed as it normally is and—“ he leaned closer to Rafael and sniffed—“Do I smell perfume on your clothes?”

Rafael scowled and scooted his chair away from Sonny. “Is there a point to this line of questioning?”

“Yeah, you got a little honey on the side?” Fin added.

Rafael scoffed. “I beg your pardon?”

“Hey, we’re not judging,” Sonny said with his hands raised in the air as if he was surrendering. “After all you’re human. Everyone needs to get—”

Rafael interrupted, “Please for the love of God do not finish that sentence.” Feeling an onslaught of a migraine begin to set in, he closed his eyes and massaged his temples. Pushing thoughts of the lovely morning he had with you aside, Rafael switched gears. He opened his eyes and glared at everyone around the table. “I’m thrilled that my personal life is such an amusement to you all. But if you don’t mind, may we please get back to the Reyes case.”

“Barba’s right,” Olivia said. “Let’s get back to work. Fin, Rollins, you went to the hotel this morning. What did you get?”

Fin and Amanda debriefed everyone on what they found in Elena Reyes’s hotel room. Throwing a wrench in the case, the perp wore a condom and the hotel security cameras had been broken for months, but the squad was able to pinpoint at least three potential suspects.

As the discussion continued, Oliva couldn’t help but occasionally glance over at Rafael. Working in SVU for nearly twenty years had made her an expert at reading faces and Rafael’s face was a tell. His stare may have been icy but the slight blush of his cheeks; the way he averted his eyes—she knew he was hiding something.

Rafael stood up from the table and made his way over to the white board. The smug faces of the high school seniors stared back at him. “There’s still not enough physical evidence. No judge is going to sign off on a warrant for DNA swabs of a bunch of broskis. No matter how you spin it. Keep digging,” he said, grabbing his jacket and briefcase, abruptly leaving the bullpen. He hadn’t been able to stop by his office that morning, having gone straight from his apartment to the precinct and there was a mountain of paperwork waiting on his desk.

While waiting by the elevator doors, Rafael put his hand in his coat pocket, knitting his eyebrows when he felt a crinkle of paper. He pulled out a post-it with a small doodle. The doodle was of him asleep in bed—his hair sticking out at all ends; his face relaxed and content. You must have drawn it that morning.

He flipped the post-it over and saw a note in your hurried handwriting. 

Check your other pocket.

Following your instructions, he reached into his other pocket and pulled out a small handful of black lace and silk, instantly recognizing them as your panties. He stuffed the skimpy lingerie back in his pocket, looking around to make sure no one had seen.

“Saucy minx,” he muttered to himself, unable to conceal the smile on his face as flashbacks came rushing back of your legs wrapped around his waist, moaning things in his ear—so dirty they would make a pornstar blush. What he wouldn’t give to be back in bed with you.

“Counselor,” Sonny called out, running over to Rafael. “Ya’ forgot this.” He handed him a file with several of the witness statements.

“Oh...thanks, Carisi.” Rafael tucked the file into his briefcase.

Rather than go back into the bullpen, Sonny stood there, rocking back on his heels. “Hey, Barba. About earlier, ya’ know we were just playin’. If you did find someone, I’m happy for ya’. She must be a pretty special person.”

Rafael gave Sonny a tight-lipped smile, gripping the panties in his pocket so tight, his nails dug into the meaty part of his palm. The elevator finally dinged, announcing its arrival.  “Saved by the bell,” Rafael thought as he practically ran inside, frantically pushing the button to the lower level.

As soon as the doors closed, Rafael rested his head back against the wall, his whole body sighing in relief. He couldn’t help but feel guilty, sneaking around and dating you right behind Sonny’s back. Carisi may have been as annoying as a puppy yipping at your heels, but he was a good detective and would someday make a great lawyer. How would he feel knowing that the reason for Rafael’s recent tardiness was because of you. The perfume on his clothes and the panties in his pocket were yours. Sooner or later, you would have to break the news to Sonny. Rafael could only hope that he would take the news well.

*****

The texture of the polenta was perfect. The veal shanks were braising beautifully. It was the perfect evening in—all that was missing was your boyfriend. You invited Rafael over for dinner and a movie, knowing he had had a stressful week with the Elena Reyes case and that his fridge only contained a sad bag of salad and fancy coffee creamer.

Of course when you planned your romantic night in, you didn’t factor on a freak snowstorm. Taking a quick peek out the window, you were surprised at how fast the snow was beginning to accumulate. It was coming down in droves. “Guess this adds to the ambience,” you mumbled to yourself.

A familiar buzz pulled you away from the scenic view outside. You checked your phone, expecting it to be Rafael, but instead saw your brother had texted.

Hey, we’re supposed to get a blizzard tonight. Want me to come over? We can make pizza, watch a movie? It’ll be just like old times.

You smiled, remembering back to when you were kids and quickly sent your brother a reply.

I’d love that but I have other plans tonight. Rain check?

Although there was a big age gap between you and Sonny, whenever school was cancelled on account of snow, he would ditch his high school friends and spend the day with you instead. You would spend hours playing outside—sledding, and throwing snowballs. When it got too cold, he would bribe you into the house with countless games of Mousetrap and watch any Disney movie you wanted until you passed out on the couch.

You both were inseparable. Even now as adults, you would hang out at least once a week. Lately, between your job and Rafael, you barely had time to spend with Sonny. You knew he would begin to grow suspicious. The detective in him would be snooping around and asking questions as to why you were suddenly unavailable.

Your phone pinged again. 

Yeah. I just never see you anymore. I miss you, kiddo. Everything ok?

You were just about to text your typical response that everything was fine when there was a knock at the door. Abandoning your phone on the kitchen island, you ran to the foyer and opened the door, busting out laughing the moment you saw Rafael.

He was completely covered, vaguely resembling the Michelin Man, wearing a thermal hat, wool scarf, and a puffy Canadian Goose jacket. You wouldn’t have recognized him if it weren’t for the striking seafoam green eyes peeking out from under the layers of clothes.

“Oh my God! Did you walk here?” you asked, wiping the snow off his jacket and scarf.

“The roads were so bad my Uber had to drop me off at the street corner.” He shed his outerwear and hung them up on your coat rack, finally resembling a human being and not a Yeti from the Himalayas. “It’s really coming down out there. I can’t believe we’re getting a snowstorm in March.”

“That’s global warming for ya’,” you teased, the tiniest hint of your Staten Island accent coming through. Cupping his face, you kissed his frozen pink cheeks, trying to bring some warmth back into his body.

“I brought some wine.” Rafael handed you a bottle of Brunello.

“This is perfect. It’ll pair nicely with the osso buco which I need to check on. Why don’t you open it and let it breathe for a bit while I finish dinner,” you called out over your shoulder while running back into the kitchen.

Rafael followed you inside, a mouth-watering smell wafting through the apartment. Your home was a stark contrast to his. It was cluttered but cozy. Organized chaos, you affectionately called it. Filled with mismatched furniture handed down by your family. Books and photographs of you and the rest of the Carisi clan littered the end tables. The walls were covered in your artwork. There was one piece in particular where you had painted a woman’s arm with a rose tattoo on her bicep holding a hammer, underneath was the phrase, “Smash the Patriarchy.”

He opened the bottle of wine, watching as you stirred a simmering pot on the stove, humming a Dean Martin song to yourself. You were casual and content, dressed in grey leggings, an oversized soft pink v-neck sweater, and thick wool socks. Your hair was up in a messy bun, a few loose tendrils framing your face. The sweater slid down, revealing your right shoulder. It was sexy and alluring, the subtle hint of skin just begging to be caressed.

Unable to resist, he wrapped his arms around your waist and left a trail of soft open-mouthed kisses up the curve of your neck. “Mmm delicious,” he purred.

Your eyes slipped closed as you reached back and ran your fingers through his hair. “Instead of tasting me, why don’t you try this sauce?”

“Who says I can’t do both.” He licked the sensitive spot beneath your ear.

A whimper escaped your lips. “You’re distracting me, Mr. Barba.” You dipped a spoon in the pot and turned to face Rafael, blowing on the hot liquid before holding it up to his lips.

He took a taste, moaning obscenely. “Ay Dios Mio, that is incredible.”

You beamed with pride but tried to brush off his compliment. “This is nothing. Wait till you try my homemade pasta.”

“I’m gonna have to buy bigger clothes if you keep feeding me like this.” He pushed you up against the counter and kissed you hard. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, massaging his tongue with your own. All thoughts of dinner were quickly forgotten. You were suddenly hungry for something else or someone else. His hands reached under your sweater when he glanced behind your shoulder and spied a photo of a certain blue-eyed detective on your fridge. Rafael froze and instantly pulled away.

“What’s the matter?” You panted, turning your head and following his gaze to the photo. “That was taken at my sister’s wedding in Montauk. I looked awful. I mean, I love my sister but she picked the ugliest bridesmaid dresses. I had so much hairspray in my hair that night, I couldn’t stand near an open flame.”

Rafael reached behind you and took the photo in his hand. You were right. The dress was hideous, a turquoise taffeta nightmare, but it wasn’t the dress that caught his attention. What first struck Rafael was how happy you looked with your big brother, smiling and hamming it up for the camera. It was obvious how close you both were.

Rafael felt a pang of jealousy. Growing up as an only child, life could be lonely. He would secretly wish for a little brother or sister so he could have someone to play with. Now looking back, he was grateful that it was only him. Having to endure his father’s abuse was bad enough, he couldn’t bear the thought of a sibling suffering alongside him.

Staring at the photo of your brother brought back that gnawing guilty feeling he had experienced earlier that week in the elevator. “When are we gonna tell him?”

“Soon,” you sighed and turned back to the stove, adding the gremolata to your sauce. “I’ve just been busy”

“Busy? I think you’re stalling.”

“It’s just…it’s complicated.” You gently pushed Rafael out of the way to reach a platter from the cupboard.

A sinking feeling began to form in the pit of his stomach. “You’re not ashamed of me, are you?” He quietly asked.

Hearing the pain in his voice, you immediately stopped plating the veal shanks and turned towards him  “No! I could never be ashamed of you.” You vehemently shook your head and brought his hand up to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “It’s me. Sonny’s never been easy when it comes to my boyfriends. Not even Theo, my ex, and he was our next door neighbor. You and Sonny work together. I’m just afraid it’ll complicate things. That I’ll complicate things and—” Then you’ll break up with me. You didn’t say it but the words hung heavy in the air.

Rafael cupped your face and softly stroked your cheek with his thumb, finding himself lost in your hypnotic eyes. “You’re Carisi’s sister. This was always going to be complicated. But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth. You’re worth it,” he whispered.

“Ok, we’ll tell him this week. I promise.” With a disarming smile, you held out your pinky to him. Rafael snorted a laugh but locked his pinky with yours. “Now that we’ve got that sorted. Why don’t you pick out a movie while I finish with dinner.” You playfully smacked his ass as he walked out of the kitchen.

While you were pouring the sauce over the meat, you heard Rafael call out from the other room. “Hey, what’s this?”

Your head snapped up. Dropping the pot with a clang, you ran out of the kitchen to find him by your easel about to take the tarp off your latest piece.

“FREEZE!” You slid across the hardwood floor in your wool socks, body blocking Rafael from the art. “Don’t touch that! It’s a surprise!”

Rafael’s eyebrows shot up into his forehead. “A surprise? For me?”

“No, for my other boyfriend,” you dryly said, rolling your eyes. “Yes, of course it’s for you and it's not ready, yet so no peeking.” You faced the easel to readjust the white tarp covering your art. Curious as to what the mysterious shroud contained, Rafael stepped closer and peered over your shoulder. “I mean it.” You turned and gave him a stern look before softening your face. “Did you decide on anything? I don’t have a big selection so if nothing appeals to you, we can watch Netflix or something.”

Rafael smiled and grabbed your hips. With your body flush to his, he kissed you, nuzzling his nose with yours. “Tell you what. You cooked so you can pick the movie.”

You bit your lip and lifted your eyes to the ceiling as if you would find the answer hanging in the air. “It’s a toss-up between Titanic or Alien.”

He made a face and rubbed his stomach. “I would say Alien, but I don’t know if I can handle that chest-bursting scene while eating.”

“Hmm good point. Titanic, it is then!” You announced and went to grab the DVD of the sweeping romance.

*****

You and Rafael snuggled up on the couch under a blanket, watching Jack and Rose fall madly in love with each other on the doomed passenger liner while having a lively discussion about whether or not there was in fact enough room on the door for both of them. The decision was unanimous—there was enough to room, although Rafael did argue about buoyancy.

By the time the old lady dropped the diamond necklace into the ocean, you both could barely keep your eyes open, exhausted from a long hard week. Turning off the TV, you trudged down the hall, hand in hand.

You wordlessly got ready for bed. Rafael finished brushing his teeth and walked into the bedroom where you were undressing. Your body illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. He stopped in his tracks, having never seen a more glorious sight, committing every curve, every freckle to memory.

You caught his eye and smiled, blushing under his intense gaze. Rafael had seen you naked countless times, but this time felt different. The way he stared at you, as if you were some otherworldly creature that had come into his life.

He stepped closer and stood in front of you, reaching out to stroke your hair. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed.

Your heart fluttered. Slowly, you began to undress him, tugging off his navy blue crewneck sweater, unbuttoning his jeans, shedding layer after layer, until he was naked. “What are you doing?” he asked.

You didn’t respond, rather you placed a soft kiss on the left side of his chest, right over where his rapidly beating heart lay before wrapping your arms around him. There were no sexual undertones in that precious quiet moment. All you wanted was for Rafael to feel your love for him in that simple gesture.

A lump formed in his throat. Rafael had never experienced a love like this. It had been years since he allowed himself to feel this way. He didn’t realize how deeply he could love one person and more importantly that he deserved that kind of love in return. Instead of cautiously dipping his toe into the water, he jumped in feet first. Those precarious walls he had built came crumbling down under your slightest touch. Standing there with you in his arms, he didn’t feel vulnerable or exposed; he felt safe, like he was home.

He lead you over to the bed and gently laid you down on the mattress before moving next to you. That night Rafael covered you like a blanket, his kisses tender, passionate, and all-encompassing. It wasn’t long before you both fell asleep, holding each other close; the snow softly falling outside your bedroom window.

Meanwhile somewhere off in the distance, your phone buzzed, the battery dangerously low.

Hey, I think I left my immigration law book at your place. I’m gonna stop by tomorrow morning and pick it up. I’ll even make chocolate chip pancakes :)

The text message from your brother flashed on the screen once before the battery ran out and your phone died.

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Chapter 3 - The dress, the poison and two halves of one confession

A/N: This took me SOOOO long! I’m so sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy!

Description: Olivia steals a dress, victims of an unsub look strikingly similar to a team member and feelings are shared.

Character Appearances: Olivia Morales, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan

Disclaimer: I don’t own Criminal Minds, sorry to disappoint! I do own Olivia Morales and other surprise characters.

Word Count: 2,469

Posted: November 8th, 2019

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Olivia sent a silent prayer and a silent curse to Penelope Garcia as she quickly exited the Thai restaurant. Penelope had set Olivia up with a blind date and it wasn't going well.

Olivia was itching for a case and this one came at the perfect time. 

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"Mouse! Who's the lucky guy?" Derek exclaimed. 

"It's you, babe," Olivia said with a wink. 

Derek let out a loud laugh that got the attention of the rest of the team. 

As Spencer looked at the flurry of curls rushing to her desk, his eyes almost bugged out of his head. The scarlet red dress fit her in all the right places and Spencer thought she looked stunning. 

"Liv! You stole my dress?" Emily yelled from across the bullpen. 

Olivia let out a childish giggle, "Sorry, Em!"

Penelope walked into the bullpen and quickly rushed to Olivia, bombarding her with questions. 

"Penelope, the guy was an asshole who couldn't deal with the fact that a woman has a life outside the kitchen," Olivia said. Her statement caused everyone to quiet down. 

"Damn," Penelope whispered, "I really thought he was a good one." 

"Don't we all," Olivia said with a sigh.

"Great, you're all here. Hotch wants us in the conference room in five," Rossi announced as he exited his office. 

"Do I have time to change, Rossi?" Olivia asked hopefully. She loved the dress but she didn't feel like it was proper work attire, "I'm freezing."

Rossi shook his head with a small smile, "Sorry, Kiddo. Bossman says it's urgent."

As the rest of the team went up to the conference room, Spencer had an idea. He quickly scrambled through his go-bag to find a sweater. 

"Here, Liv, take this." 

Olivia gave Spencer a bright smile, "Spence, I'm fine. Keep it."

"No, take it. I can see the goosebumps on your arms," Spencer insisted. 

Olivia took the sweater and pulled it over her head, "Reid! This is longer than my dress!" She laughed. 

Spencer shook his head with a smile, "We should get to the conference room before Hotch has our heads," Olivia said.

"Good idea," Spencer nodded as he felt the blood rise to his face. Why did she have to wear that damn dress?

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"Liv, where did you get that sweater?" JJ asked with a smirk. 

Olivia rolled her eyes, "It's Reid's."

JJ couldn't help but notice the small blush on Spencer's face and Olivia tucking a piece of hair behind her ear 

"Morales, you could’ve changed,” Hotch said with a small smile. 

Olivia let out a small groan, "It doesn't matter now. Where are we going tonight?” 

Penelope cleared her throat and passed around the case files, "Serena Cooper, Savannah Daniel, Georgia Howell, and Nadine Jackson. All Lambertville, New Jersey natives. All were 25-30 years old and their cause of death is still unknown." 

As Penelope pulled up the photos of the victims, the team held a collective breath, all the victims looked like Olivia. 

"Well, that's new!" Olivia said with a light chuckle, she wasn't very good in situations where the attention was all on her.

"Morales, you can sit out of this case," Hotch said.

"No. We owe it to these women and the women who will come after to catch this bastard. I'm not being benched," Olivia said sternly. 

The team looked at Hotch and then Olivia, "Fine. But if you need to sit this one out-"

"I won't." 

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The team had been on the case for a week and they had nothing to work with.

"We now know that all of these victims were killed by lethal injection of potassium, but we just don't know why," Olivia said. She was tired and frustrated. These victims looked just like her, Olivia felt like she owed it to them to find their killer. 

"Okay, let's run with what we do know," Morgan said firmly, "we know that these women were single, young, and they were last seen at different bars. We know that Morales has no connection to the victims or this town. Due to the nature of these crimes we can say that the unsub is a woman."

It was then when Olivia had an idea, "What if our unsub is a scorned lover?" 

"Olivia's right. The unsub clearly has a pattern and the leading motive of female killers always have some type of love component. She could be using a ruse to make the victims feel safe at a bar and then dose their drinks or food. She could offer to take them home and then dose them," Spencer proposed. 

"Hotch, it makes sense," Emily said. 

"We're going to release the profile but only to local law enforcement. So far our unsub doesn't know that we're here and we can use that to our advantage," Hotch announced. 

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After the initial release of the profile, the team began to discuss how they would catch this unsub.

"Use me, I fit the unsub's pattern," Olivia proposed. 

"Absolutely not!" Spencer yelled.

"Olivia, it's too risky," JJ said with a frown. 

"It's the only way we are going to catch the unsub! I fit the pattern and she won't pass up this opportunity. The one bar she hasn't hit is Jewels. Morgan, Reid, and JJ can be my backup," Olivia said. She was desperate and this was the only way she could fix this. 

Hotch considered this for a moment, "Fine," he then turned to Morgan, Reid, and JJ, "Do not take your eyes off her all night."

JJ and Morgan nodded while Spencer didn't even look up. 

"Reid?" Hotch said sternly. 

"Okay." 

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"I hate that you look this good when we're about to take down an unsub," Emily groaned. 

"It's completely unnatural!" JJ agreed. 

Olivia rolled her eyes, "I could say the same for you two."

Olivia, JJ, and Emily were all dressed up so they could blend in with the bar scene. 

"I wonder how the boys are doing?" Olivia wondered. 

"Well, we all know that Spence won't be able to take his eyes off you!" Emily smiled. 

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing!" JJ said smiling. 

"Hey! What do you mean nothing?" 

"Yo! Let's go!" Derek yelled from outside the ladies' locker room. 

"We're coming!" Emily yelled back. 

As soon as they walked out of the locker room, Derek groaned, "How can Morales look so good when she's about to go take down an unsub." 

"That's what we said!" JJ said in agreement. 

Olivia rolled her eyes once more, "What do you think, Spence?" Emily asked, hoping to get some sort of reaction.

"Uh-um, I-I think you look great," Spencer stuttered out. 

Olivia tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Thanks." 

Hotch and Rossi entered the room, "I want you all to listen closely to your assignments. Morgan, Reid, and Morales will be on the floor while Prentiss and JJ will be in the bathroom waiting for Morales and the unsub. Rossi and I will be waiting outside with backup." 

The team nodded. They were ready. 

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Olivia had been sitting at the bar for what seemed like hours. 

"Morales, I don't think that she's coming," Derek whispered through his coms. 

"No, she's coming."

"Why is a girl like you sitting at this bar all alone? I've been watching you all night and all you've ordered is a club soda with lime. If you stay until last call I could get you something stronger, maybe have a drink together," the bartender said with a wink.

Olivia smiled politely, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for someone." 

As Spencer overheard the conversation, he was tense. Olivia would never go out with a guy like that, he could just tell that the bartender was absolutely vile. 

"Hey, Pretty Boy, are you okay?" Derek asked. 

"I'm fine, Morgan.”

"The way you're clenching your fist is telling me that you're not. Our girl is strong and she's capable of handling that guy," Derek said.

"I know that."

"Well, then why - oh, I see. You're jealous," Derek said with a smirk. 

"No! I'm not!" 

"Yes! You are!" 

"Morgan." 

"I knew it! Pretty Boy has a crush!" 

"Morgan! Stop! Look," Spencer gestured to Olivia and they saw that she was speaking to a woman. 

Spencer quickly alerted the rest of the team. This was it.

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Olivia knew this was the unsub. She called herself Amy and at first glance, she just seemed like an older woman trying to make sure that young women were staying safe when they were alone. Olivia saw through her facade, she saw the masked hatred in her eyes and she saw her distant body language. Olivia just couldn't figure out why. 

A crash got her attention, Olivia looked to where the sound came from and let out a breath as she realized that a waitress dropped a glass. 

"Oh, hun. You are so tense!" Amy pushed Oliva a new glass of club soda, "Have a drink!" 

Olivia gave her a thin-lipped smile, she knew that if she didn't take the drink, Amy would figure out who she was and blow this entire case. She knew that if she did take the drink, she would be in danger. 

"Liv, don't drink," Olivia heard Spencer say through her com. 

"Morales," Hotch said warningly. 

Another crash got Amy's attention. Olivia used this small window of time to get a napkin and put it in her drink. The napkin would absorb the drink so it would look like she took a sip. Olivia quickly threw the napkin to the ground as Amy turned back around. 

"Thanks. I really needed that," Olivia smiled. 

"No problem," Amy said. 

It wasn't long before Olivia had to act like she was drugged. 

"Hey, Amy, I'm not feeling too good. I'm going to head to the bathroom," Olivia said. She tried to slur her words the best as she could. 

"Oh! Okay! I'll come with!" 

Olivia nodded. She almost had her. 

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As Olivia stumbled in the bathroom she knew that JJ and Emily were standing on the toilets to avoid being seen. 

"I met my husband in this very bar," Amy said with a sad laugh, "we made out in this very bathroom like we were teenagers. We got married a year later and we were together for 15 years!" 

Olivia giggled, "That's crazy."

Amy let out a sarcastic laugh, "You're right! It was crazy! It got even crazier when he cheated on me with a whore like you." 

"Huh?" Olivia said. She knew that the end of the relationship was the trigger. 

Amy made her way towards Olivia, "Remember that you did this to yourself." 

As soon as Amy pulled out the needle she was pushed against the wall by Olivia and suddenly surrounded by Emily and JJ. 

"Bitch!" Amy screamed. 

"Amy Gardner, you are under arrest," JJ said. She began to read her rights as she led her out of the bathroom. 

Spencer rushed into the bathroom, "Liv! Are you okay?" 

Olivia smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Yeah, Spence. I'm okay." 

Spencer pulled Olivia into a tight hug, "I'm so glad you're okay." 

Emily and Morgan shared a look, something was up. 

--- 

Spencer knew it was girls night so he went home alone after the case. Usually, he didn't mind being alone, but tonight he missed Olivia. 

---

Olivia, Emily, and Penelope were tipsy. JJ, not so much. She decided that someone had to be sober tonight.

"Livvy! What is going on with you and Spencer!" Penelope shrieked. 

"Nothing!" Olivia let out a giggle, "We're just friends." 

"Liv, the way he looks at you is not the same way he looks at me, Em or Penelope," JJ stated. 

"Livvy, that boy loves you," Emily said, her words were beginning to sound slurred. 

"Em, just drop it," Olivia said. 

---

Olivia was uncharacteristically giggly. She was acting extremely loving and JJ was going to use it to her advantage. 

"Liv?" JJ asked.

"Yeah, Jayje?" 

"How do you feel around Spencer?" 

That question got Emily and Penelope's attention, they sat straight up and watched Olivia intently. 

Oliva smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. JJ noted that she did that a lot when she was around Spencer, "My heart races. He makes me feel safe, he makes me feel happy, he makes me feel alive," JJ noticed the blush rising to Olivia's face.

"Go on, Liv," JJ said. 

"He gets me through the day, sometimes he gets me through the night. He's one of my best friends. I don't know what I would do without him." 

"Oh my god," Emily said. 

"Oh, shit," Oliva realized what she had said, "I think I have a crush on Spencer." 

JJ watched as a frantic Olivia paced across Penelope's apartment,  "I can't go back to my apartment. At least not tonight. I'm way too drunk, I'll say something stupid. I need a change of clothes, what am I going to do?" 

JJ stood up and placed a hand on her young coworker's shoulder, "I'll go to your apartment and get you a change of clothes. You have the whole weekend before you have to go back home."

Olivia wrapped JJ in a hug, "Thank you so much." 

Olivia handed JJ her keys. JJ smiled, she had a plan.

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Spencer heard footsteps coming up the stairs in his hallway and he quickly rushed to greet Olivia. 

"Liv?" Spencer called out.

"Sorry to disappoint, Spence. It's just me," JJ announced. 

"Hey, JJ. Where's Olivia?" 

"She thought she was too drunk to come back so I'm just bringing her back a change of clothes." 

"Oh." 

"I'll be right back," JJ said as she entered her friend's apartment. 

Spencer waited for about 5 minutes before JJ came back out with a small bag filled with comfortable clothes. 

"Hey, Spence, I have a question."

"What is it?"

"How do you feel about Oliva?" 

"I love her, she's a great friend."

"C'mon, Spence. You can tell me anything." 

"What do you want me to tell you?" 

JJ internally groaned, "How do you feel when Oliva walks into a room? How do you feel when she smiles at you or when she falls asleep on your shoulder?" 

Spencer took a deep breath, "When Olivia walks into a room I feel free. When she laughs, I feel like I'm floating and my heart begins to race. When she falls asleep on my shoulder, I feel as if I'm the luckiest guy in the world." 

JJ smiled, "Spence, I think you have a crush on Olivia." 

Spencer's eyes widened, "I think you might be right." 

JJ patted Spencer's shoulder, "Have a goodnight, Spence." 

"Y-yeah. You too," he said as he retreated into his apartment. 

---

Three more victims had turned up in completely different states. All of the victims were missing one pinky.

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Off Script (3)

A/N: Haaaaiiii. Okay, sorry I have not been active on here.This chapter is really short but hopefully it would get better next chapter. So, this is the third chapter of the MBJ X OC series Off Script. I hope y’all enjoy it.

Warning: Super Short. Don’t judge me. I work management in retail and holiday season kicked my thick ass so yeah..

Disclaimer: I do not own rights to songs. Songs are from face claim’s own music.

Word Count: 2475

Today was the day that Candace was waiting for. The day everyone will know she was the new addition to Ryan Coogler’s new movie. She had to go to Comic Con to meet fans of Mortal Kombt with her old loved cast which made the whole thing less suspicious. She pulled out a sheer crop button down top with a pair of leather flare pants since she had to dress similar to her persona, Jade. She wore a long twenty four inch lace front with a part in the middle and tucked one side behind her ear. She showed of her right shoulder and stood in the mirror slipping into her heels. Her black bralette covered her chest nicely as always. She grabbed her backpack with water, a portable charger and her phone to make sure she was all covered. Geo walked up the steps in his usual get up and said “best friend, ready?”

“Yeah, my mom will be here taking care of the dogs since we gonna be all gone today.”

“That’s the plan. I’m real happy for you.”

“Thanks, G. Let’s get going. We needa beat traffic out there because muthafuckas don’t know how to drive.” They made their way down and Candace saw her parents on the couch. “Hey, y’all. I’m out. No parties while I’m gone, no boys, no drugs, alcoholic and no nonsense either.” Tanisha turned to her daughter and smiled. “Look at our baby, Tony. Just flourishing and what not.” Candace and Tanisha were like clones but just a huge age different. Tony turned to his women and laughed. Now, Tony could have past to be Terry Crews long lost brother due to his physique and bald head. She kissed her parents cheeks and said her goodbyes. They hopped into her cherry red 1949 Cadillac Series 62 Convertible Coupe with the top down, on their way to Comic Con. Candace asked for Geo to film like she did ever year. “Ok, guys. So today is Comic Con and the cast and I will have a real special announcement plus one for myself but y’all gotta wait for that. But let’s just say that I will be helping making history. I hope to see y’all there.” Geo made the camera pane to the sky as he cut the camera off. “Okay, now the filming crew will be there with us the whole time so you just gonna be guarding and what not”, she said to Geo and her nodded fixing his tie.

When they pulled up to the celebrity parking, she gave her key to valet as they both got out. “Alright, Terry just text me and told me they here already with Oliva and nem. We can get on the next elevator ride and meet them. After, we gotta meet with Ryan and talk about my entrance.” As she said that, Geo ran to the elevator door and held it open with his foot and left hand. “G, you are always so extra. I meant the next ride down beside it might be crowded”, she said with a laugh. When she finally made it over, she saw the cast of Black Panther II. She saw Ryan wink at her from the back as she stepped in. Lupita hugged her first before they began talking and then she turned to see Chadwick, Leticia and Danai smiling and waving with Michael standing to his Ryan’s left. “Y’all smell that? That’s that black magic”, said Leticia grinning and elbowing her on screen brother. Chadwick seemed happier since his lady Simone was no where around. Candy smiled as she laughed and said “I smell Oscars and then some.” Danai pointed to her and gave her a homegirl high five. Candy looked around and curiously asked “is Winnie not in the new movie?”

“No, he is. He is downstairs waiting for us. How come you’re here? Thought you were on vacation”, Lupita asked and Candy simply told them “well, Mortal Kombat is releasing a new project for the public. Well, I guess I can tell y’all. It’s a new video game with our faces in it. We basically are doing all the moves, voices and all. It’s pretty realistic. With me being a video gamer and anime fan, it was perfect to get involved in.” Chadwick dug his hands in the pockets of his black trousers and said “well, that sounds fun. I may have to come by the booth and check it out.”

“Please do. I would love that. Y’all can all come actually. If y’all like. Show some support, y’know?”

“I’m down”, Leticia said and so did the other except for Michael who just watched and nodded. Geo held his ear piece closed and spoke into it then to Candy. “Alright, baby girl. We arrive in five...” As he continued to countdown, Candace took a deep breath and smiled towards the door with her right leg out and hands on her hips. When the doors open, her camera crew was ready and her fans cheered her name behind the rope. She winked at her future cast and was off, doing her Jade model walk. She made it to her booth and began signing autographs. Ryan said that he would be ready at around 2:45pm and to wait by stage until he did the introduction; it was 12:39 pm, Chadwick came by around 1 pm and saw Candy. “Hey, there. Do you mind if I get a few autographs for my nephews. They’re fans of yours”, he asked handing them to her. She smiled and said “sure but I need yours for my god sons. Little boys been bugging me all week about it.” He knelt down as she signed the pictures and whispered. “Y’know, when I heard you know who got the part, I was upset.”

 Candace looked up to him and finally got what he was talking about; she looked up letting him continue. “I don’t see her like that. She can sing and dance but acting is not her thing at all. I heard it was a girl way better. She even came with her hair dyed and everything. To be honest, you would have been perfect. I’ve seen you as Jade and your videos of your African impression were spot on. And you look good in cat suit. But I’m glad you are taking time from all this to be with your family. Enjoy it while it lasts, baby girl. You have many of years to work hard. You’re still young, explore the world.”

“Thanks, Chad. I’ll be over there in a minute, okay”, she kissed his cheek as he placed the pictures in his bag and made his way. Candy smiled and bit her lip as she thought that maybe it was worth not taking a vacation for. Geo came to her side and whispered “let’s make our way. We got 45 minutes to get over there in time.” They made their way over, she stood by the stage waiting to watch them when she felt two strong hands on shoulders. She turned to see a familiar face. “Winnie”, she jumped into his arms as he swung her around. He wore a yellow sweatshirt with camouflage bottoms and yellow sneakers. He placed her down gently and asked “came to see me?”

“Of course I did, Sir Winston C. Duke.” They laughed as Angela Basset came by. “Look at my Delta baby. How are you doing, Miss Candace?” Angela gave her a big church mother hug and Candace replied with “I’m blessed.” Angela agreed with a smile and told Winston, “I’m sorry to interrupt but Ryan needs us backstage. We are about to start.” Winston nodded his hand before giving Candy one more bear hug. “Good luck, guys”, Candace waved and waited. Geo stood beside her, leaning into her ear. “They finna get a surprise on their hands, huh?”

“Sure are. Y’know Chad back there told me something at my booth a few minutes ago.”

“What he say?”

“He said I would have been perfect. But also said I have plenty of time to work.” Geo stood closer to her and asked “do you regret taking the part, now?” She looked at him and said “nah, but I am def taking a damn break after this one. A good year or so. Probably go back to Africa or something.” Geo nodded as they watched Ryan Coogler take stage. He wore black sweatershirt, jean, sneaker combination. “Hey, hey. How y’all doing”; the crowd cheered. “I wanna thank all of you for coming out to the Comic Con 2020. I am blessed to be back to direct for this new installment. We have an amazing cast for y’all and hope to top the first. Y’all ready?” The crowd cheered once again as Candace playfully covered her ears watching. “First off, we have the man himself. Give it up for Chadwick Boseman a.k.a T’Challa. KING OF WAKANDA!” The crowd went crazy as Chadwick strolled on stage being as smooth as always. He gave Ryan brotherly love and stood beside him. “Next up, we have the smartest princess of Wakanda. Give it up for Princess Shuri, LETICIA WRIGHT.” Leticia walked on stage doing a little dance that her and Chadwick did to make one another laugh and stood beside him. One by one, he called the others and lastly was everyone’s favorite villain. “Give it up for the prince himself, MICHAEL B. JORDAN.” Everyone went crazy when he approached the stage. He walked with a confident stride bowing to the crowd and do his signature hand pose.

  A woman with red hair came to Candace side and led Geo and herself to the backstage as Ryan spoke more. “Aight, so y’all must have heard what has been going on with the new member of the cast. Media been going crazy for the actress everyone thought we hired but I’m here to tell y’all none of that was true. The real actress is already here to make this announcement for you. Please give it up for one of the hardest working young ladies. Star of her own YouTube channel for fifteen years, Oscar and Tony winner, Angela Basset’s sorority daughter and her first role that got her where she is now. Give it up for Madam Slay herself… CANDACE ‘BABY GIRL’ MONROOOOOOOOE.” The crowd went crazy as Candace took stage, waving and smiling. Lupita and Angela were the first to run to her and give her so much love. Candace giggled as Lupita kept holding on to her and Letitia made her way to the group smiling and gave her a hug as well as Chadwick made his way over. He gave Candace a dap and a hug as they all made their way back in line. Candace stood next to Michael who paid her no mind. “Aight, aight. See y’all at the panel.” The cast all waved to the crowd and Chadwick was the first to step down, helping all the ladies down.

 An interviewer sat them down at a table where the women sat and the men stood. “Thank you guys for joining me”, the male said and they all nodded. “This looks a very well planned cast. Congratulations to the amazing Candace Monroe. How do you feel?” Candace smiled as she answered.

“Blessed. Blessed to be with such an amazing cast and blessed to just be here.” The man smiled with a nod and asked Chadwick. “Chadwick, how do you feel that you have a woman who does most of her own stunts like Miss Monroe here?” He stood behind her with his hands behind his back and said “feels great to have her on the team. I’ve been watching her since MK and I know she will bring a lot to the table.” Candace looked back and to the camera with her charming smile. The interviewer looked to Ryan and asked “Ryan, how was her audition?”

“She did really, really well. Madam Slay is the perfect character for her but it will also will be a challenge that I know she can handle.”

“How does everyone else feel?” Danai looked over to Candace then to the man and said “I am very happy. She is a talented individual that will do great,” Danai finished with wink to her. Angela hugged Candace’s shoulder and said “I couldn’t have said it any better.” Everyone agreed but Michael only nodded. After the questions ended, the group made their way to the panel and sat waiting for the Q and A portion. A woman dressed in a Jade costume stood at the microphone and asked “this is for Candace.” The crowded cheered and Candace leaned into her mic with a smile and said “yes, my sweet baby?”

“How do you think you would do in Black Panther?” Candace folded her hands and said “well, to be honest. I am a tad anxious. I always am when I take on a new role in anything I do. I’m nervous that I won’t bring anything to the table and let down everyone that believes in me. But, all I can do is try my hardest and do my absolute best.” The crowd clapped as she smiled small and Winston kissed her head. A man dressed as Killmonger in the museum scene said “this is for Mike. Michael, how you feel that you got a beautiful woman like Candace as your lady in the movie?” The group turned to him slightly before looking ahead. “I’m thankful. We might be a good pair but only time will tell. She got talent and she works hard so I’m a happy man.” Candace smiled a little as she sipped her water.

 Finally, the panel came to an end and the group got to just enjoy the rest of their time. Geo came to Candace’s side and asked “where to first, boss?” She looked up at him and flicked his ears. “Bwoy, you forget we friends huh?” Leticia laughed at the pair and said “well, I’m finna get out of here. I got a photoshoot tomorrow so I gotta take care of some stuff.”

“Okay, T. But don’t forget we start reading tomorrow and all month with training starting in two weeks”, Ryan said before she said her goodbyes. Candace played with her lanyard as she watched all the people pass her. She really was terrified on being Madam Slay but all she had to so was just hope for the better. “Well, I don’t know about you guys but I will be living my Comic Con fantasy and buy all the stuffies my little hands touch. Oh and get some food or what not.” They laughed expect for Michael who looked around. Ryan told her “I will text you the details in a few. Enjoy ya night, Madam.”

*𝕋𝔸𝔾𝔾𝔼𝔻 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊*

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Pernicious Passion: Part Five

Please check out the Pernicious Passion MASTERLIST for the complete list of writers and artists who inspired this series!    Bastien Lykel belongs to Pixelberry, and Kara is a real-life talented PB writer. Events in this fic are purely fictional because this is just a fun spoof!

Author’s Note and Summary: Thank you to @strangerofbraidwood for the crack fic edit that she created for my birthday! In this chapter Bastien and Kara get into a fight, and she doesn’t fight fair. Some of the Tumblr fan fic writers get thrown under the bus . . .  Shameless plug for @strangerofbraidwood who is a talented wlw fanfic writer. She is in the process of writing fan fics that include EVERY female LI in the Choices universe (and female characters who should have been LI!). Please check out her MASTERLIST. You won’t regret it! 💕  

Cordonians Gone Wild is the creation of @ao719 @cocomaxley @leelee10898  and @speedyoperarascalparty   

There are links to other artists and their works within this chapter. Thank you everyone for being a part of this!

Part Five (1,270 Words)

  Bastien was naked when she walked into the room.

Edit created by the hilarious and talented @strangerofbraidwood

No one had ever seen a pixelated character without underwear before, and the bright light blinded her. She heard rumors from fan fics like @jovialyouthmusic Protect and Serve series and @bobasheebaby NSFW ABC list that Bastien was well-endowed. Dammit! Why do the fan fic writers have control over the size of his penis and I can’t even see it? Go figure @strangerofbraidwood a wlw writer, would have the guts to create this edit. She doesn’t even like dicks, yet she did this for other members of the fandom. My god, how many other readers have I ignored and offended? “Apple Cobbler, my eyes are up here.” Kara’s face was already flushed, but her cheeks grew even warmer when she realized Bas caught her staring. “I’m sorry. It’s just that you’re so . . . amazing.” “But Kara. That’s just it. I’m not amazing. At least not the way Pixelberry portrays me. It’s the fandom who made me amazing. I owe it all to them, and I owe it to them to make sure I’m in more scenes. Even if it’s just to give them a little backstory of Jackson training me. A flashback to me eating dinner with the Walker family. Hell, @stopforamoment made it clear that she would pay over 100 diamonds just for a brief flashback of me eating chocolate chip cookies with Drake and Savannah while they watch TV.” “But Bas, demographics show that our younger readers aren’t interested in older men.” “Really, Kara? Tell that to @mfackenthal. She’s president of my fan club. And believe me. In the Tumblr world, she has clout. In fact, I think I’m going to DM her now to request an interview on the Mfackenthal Show.” Kara lunged for the phone. “Bas, no! Please! Give me time to fix this! You’re right. You are developing a strong following. More people are coming around. But it’s not enough.” Bastien sighed. “Kara, you’ve been using me. Controlling me. Keeping me tucked away for yourself. But that isn’t fair to the fandom. Even if people aren’t romantically interested in me, they want to know more about how things were like at the palace when Drake, Liam, and Olivia were growing up there. They want to know more about Queen Eleanor. If it’s true I had a crush on her . . . or even more.” “But Bas, where will you go if Pixelberry doesn’t want you anymore? Stay with me. I’ll keep you safe. I’m the only one who truly loves you.” Bastien shook his head. “No, Kara. This isn’t love. It’s infatuation. As crazy as the Tumblr fans get with their in-fighting over pixelated characters, and the glitches with suspended accounts and tags not working, it’s the only place where my character can truly grow. You’ve stunted me, Kara. And I think it’s time I work with @mfackental to get the best exposure for my character. I’m so sorry Kara. I wish it didn’t have to end like this.” “Bas, the Tumblr world isn’t sunshine and roses. There’s anon hate and pornbots. Legit accounts that get suspended while the writer waits MONTHS for resolution from the Tumblr team. It’s brutal--even for your character. Do you know that @cordoniansgonewild have you chasing after four strong, amazing women? No one can outsmart them, Bas. Not you. Not even their husbands. Queen Anitah has stolen the royal jet from right under your nose. They’ve drugged you and drawn penises on your face while you were unconscious. They’re ruthless, Bas. Please.” Bastien shook his head. “It’s all in good fun, and the focus is on the women. I’m fine with that because I love strong women.” Kara caught the faraway look in his eyes and she felt her stomach clench. “You’re thinking of Oliva, aren’t you?” Dammit @bobasheebaby and @stopforamoment for starting the whole Baslivia movement! The bright light between Bastien’s legs was getting noticeably brighter as he thought about his favorite Baslivia fan fic moments. @tornbetween2loves for giving him those steamy scenes with Olivia in her Shifting Focus series. When they were playing pool and she distracted him by slipping off her red thong, purposely bending over to give him a show. And then she used the thong to pull back her hair. The scent was intoxicating. And that time when she showed up wearing a trench coat and fedora. Fuck. @stopforamoment still can’t get that picture out of her head, it was so hot. And those fucking backseam stockings Olivia was wearing. He thought the bright light between his legs would explode with a show of fireworks. Kara’s eyes narrowed. “What about @emceesynonymroll and her Finding Riley series? You had a sex dream about your Queen right in front of her, and you had to play it off as a nightmare. Then you quickly rolled over, hoping you wouldn’t need a manual release.” The light between Bastien’s legs started to dim. “Kara, you aren’t fighting fair.” But Kara was only getting started. “And @stopforamoment and that slow burn from hell with over 96 chapters before you even got a real kiss on the lips? How many times did you have to masturbate because Rinda was so clueless about your feelings for her, or how sexually attracted you were to her.” Bastien’s jaw twitched. “Tria was worth it.” “What about @bobasheebaby?” Now a warm smile played across his lips. “Yes. She’s one of my favorites. She has so many series about me, and I’m allowed to explore my full potential with her. My sexual orientation. Multiple partners. My kinks. And I am more than just a guard with her. I can also be a mobster. A father. She understands me better than anyone else, and she’s sacrificed so much for me as she argues with her evil muse.”

Kara scoffed. “Really, Bas? Do you know what her Mistress of Evil muse has been up to?”

Bastien shook his head slowly. The ending of When Fairytales Break almost broke him. “No, Kara. It’s how that story needed to end. But I have so many other happy moments with Olivia. Olivia and Caleb. Harlow. Beth. Liza. Even Christy. And that Bastien NSFW ABC list she created with some help from @stopforamoment? They went through so many pairs of panties as they wrote it for me and the fandom.” The light between his legs began flashing uncontrollably as he thought of those panties.

It was a blinding strobe light, and Kara knew she needed to control it before she had an epileptic seizure. “But what about her latest Evil Liam series Be Careful What You Wish For?”

Bastien’s face paled and his strobe muted to weak flare ups. “That fic focuses on MC Rebecca’s love for Drake, and how Liam is getting in the way of their happiness.”

“Yes, but . . .”  Kara’s voice lowered as she prepared to deliver the fatal blow.

“No! No plot spoilers, Kara! I haven’t finished the most recent chapter yet!”

CHAPTER SIX

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Hanging out with friends ( Jaylor Fanfic )

Joe stayed over at Taylors house and helped her preapre a bunch of food, and snacks for there friends. She invited Ed, Camila, Ryan, Blake, Selena, over for dinner tonight. None of her close circle has meet her new boyfriend yet. She was glad to have a mer distraction to preoccupie her mind from growing anxiety and stress. She can be a bit of a drama queen when things dont go her way. Ed and Selena were the first ones to show up at the house, Blake and Ryan were the second, Camlia was the last one. She loved coming over to Taylors house, spending time with her cats Oliva and Merdith, eating yummy food. She was quite curious as to why she was invited over here in the first place. She was not the kind of singer who asked other artist about there personal lives outside of work / or touring. Ed greeted Joe as if they were old bros. Since they were both from England. He found it easier to bond with the red-headed britsh guy. He could not keep his eyes away from his girlfriend. Selena Gomez picked up on some intense chemistry in the room. She felt in her bones, hips each time her best friend was around the blonde haired boy. Something was defently going on between them. The pop singer was different with him. He moved, she moved like magagents. It was the same way for her and Justin Beiber. He wasnt able to come with her tonight. He needed to get up early the next morning, head straight into the recording studio. Camila was quite, stayed in the living room so she didnt make a mess on the floor. Ed and Joe joined her so the former fifth harmony singer did not feel left out. She met Ed a few times on tour, they never actually got to hang out. Taylor brought extra trays of food, drinks and set them down on the little tables. Blake and her husband Ryan joined everyone. She also picked up on some intense eye contact between her and Joe. Something was clearly going on with those two. She did not bring it up, out of respect. Ryan whispers softly to his wife "What is up with Taylor and Joe?. I cant stand to be within five inches of them." Blake mutters lowly to Ryan "I know dear, unless Taylor or joe say something to us you should just keep it to yourself." Ryan could not ignore the signs of true love in Taylors eyes, or Joes. They were more then friends. His wife was right, it was not his place to point out the obvious chemistry. Camila enjoyed Joes knowlege on all things british, Eds thick accent. He was a total goof ball and jokester.He shared funny stories about him and Taylor when they were on tour together. She blushed bright red, ducked under her boyfriends arms. Blake picked on Joe each time he blushed like a young school boy who had a crush on a girl that didnt even know that he existed. She knew that one of them would eventually crack. Taylor cleared up the plates, wine glasses as Joe followed her into the kitchen. He helped her wash the dishes, clean the counters. He missed there one on one time, but being around friends made it more fun for him. He never got to meet anyone in her squad. He whispers softly "Do you think that anyone knows about us?." Taylor murmers "Im sure that everyone will figure it out babe. I will say something when im done cleaning everything up. I was just waiting for the right time." Joe wraps his arms around her small waste, pulls her in close. She tucks her neck into his chin. Camila and Ed walked in on a private moment, hid in the hallway. Yup they were dating. It was not right to barge in, have them act as if they dont know each other. Ed grumbles to Camila "I know there dating. I was not allowed to say a single thing. Hes a great guy. He treats her well. Lets go back into the living room and give them some privacy." Camila nods her head in agreement. Joe was Taylors prince chamring, she was his princess. They were living in a fairytale. Much like her favorite star-cross lovers Romeo and Juliet, aside from all the dying. Taylor of all people deserved true love, pure happiness. Camila peeked her head into the kitchen as Ed draggs her back into the living room before one of the two love birds saw them.

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Fresh ___________

The Royal Romance AU

Liam x MC (Charlotte)

Words: 1689

Warnings: N/A

Summary:  Tariq was found two months too late.  Two months after Liam married Madeleine.  Charlotte Rose stayed in Cordonia, and took the opportunity to be the duchess of Valtoria.  Her relationship with Liam became nothing more than a professional relationship between a Duchess and the King.   Five years later, Liam has given up hope of ending his marriage to Madeleine, and the two of them are on the brink of meeting the country’s demands of an heir.  What is Liam willing to do for a fresh start?

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Chapter 1:  Done

“I’m not doing this anymore,”

The queen blinked. ��“What?”  

King Liam of Cordonia sighed and removed the crown from his head, realizing that it probably wasn’t helping the overwhelming ache in his head.  He placed the headpiece on a nearby table and turned back to his queen. She stood there in her ballgown, her blonde hair still pinned back and tucked into her tiara.  She looked beautiful, every ounce like the perfect queen for the country.  The two of them had just returned to his study after a long evening at a charity ball. They were supposed to be sitting down to debrief and discuss what funding had been brought in by the event, much like they always did.  “I’m done.” He whispered.  

“What are you talking about, your majesty?”  She spoke through gritted teeth.  “Can you please just tell me what it is you that you are finished with?  Hurry up, I’m exhausted, we have a lot to discuss, and I need to get out of this dress because I can’t breathe.”  

Liam looked at the woman in front of him and the crown that sat on his desk before he sighed deeply again. He didn’t know how to tell her this. She was a good queen, truly made for this role.  She was organized, decisive, poised, and charismatic.  She provided exactly the type of support he had needed as a young monarch.  As much as he hated to admit it, the two of them worked well together.    

“Madeleine…”  There was a knock on the study door.  Bastian’s head appeared.  

“Duchess Olivia is here, your majesty.”  He announced.

“Thank you.”  Liam quietly spoke. Madeleine watched as the red headed duchess walked into the study, an annoyed look on her face.  “Thank you for coming, your grace.  I hadn’t expected you so soon.”

“Liam, it is 1:30 in the morning.  I was told that you needed to speak with me urgently.  Of course I came quickly.  What on Earth do you need me for?”  Olivia’s voice had its usual bite to it, but she looked exhausted.  

Madeleine’s eyes darted back and forth between Liam and Olivia.  She couldn’t tell what was happening.  She had never been good at reading Liam.  He was stoic as always, and had not given her an ounce of emotion to go off of since she’d entered the study. So many things were spinning through her mind as she stared at the man in front of her, trying to understand what he wanted to say. Why was Olivia here?  Why was Liam surprised she had come so quickly?  

“Liam were you finally able to divorce me?”  Madeleine asked before thinking.

She knew he didn’t love her. He had only married her because of the crown, and after six months of marriage he had tried everything in his power to end their marriage.  The counsel had told him that it couldn’t be done unless one of them had been unfaithful. Liam had stopped trying to fight it after that, and the two of them had fallen into a routine.  They were never romantic.  He didn’t ever try to woo her.  They lived in separate apartments within the palace, and she had never even seen his bedroom.  They had been married for five years and the counsel was pushing for them to produce an heir to the throne, so they had begun the process of IVF because sex was not an option.  

But maybe he had found a way, maybe the counsel had agreed to let them go their separate ways.  Had he decided to marry Olivia?  Madeleine looked at the red headed duchess, knowing that was probably not the case.  Liam had only ever had eyes for one woman, and she was not in the room.  So, what did Olivia’s presence mean?

“Duchess Olivia, Queen Madeleine…”  Liam began to speak, and Madeleine felt her heartrate quicken.  “Thank you both for being here.”  

“Save the formalities, Liam.”  Olivia sneered, rolling her eyes.  “You had me brought to your study after midnight.  This is not the time.  Get this done.”  

“Very well,” Liam nodded. “Shall we sit?”  The ladies nodded, and Liam sat down behind his desk. Madeleine and Olivia sat in front of him.  The king took in the scene in front of him and the finality of what he was about to do began to hit him. What he was about to say would change all three of their lives forever, not to mention the lives of every citizen in Cordonia. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I’ve decided that I must make a change.”  He began speaking, and part of him thought he might change his mind in that moment.  He watched as Madeleine began wringing her hands and Olivia rolled her eyes.  He felt his heartrate quicken as adrenaline began pulsing through his body.  

“And what change would that be, your majesty?”  Olivia glared, feeling irritated with how long the king was taking to make his point.  What could possibly be so important that he’d had to put her and Madeleine in the same room so late at night?

“I’ve decided to abdicate the throne.”  Liam’s voice was calm, his face looked peaceful.  All the nerves he’d been feeling, all the anxious tension that had been building up in his body faded.  The two women in the room had very different reactions.  Liam watched as Olivia’s face turned as red as her hair, while Madeleine’s went completely pale.  

“You’ve decided to do what?”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“I am abdicating,” Liam said again.  “I am giving up the Crown.  I don’t want it anymore.”  

“You...don’t…want…it…any…more?”  Olivia spoke slowly through gritted teeth, her eyes were narrowed and Liam suddenly felt a small amount of fear.  

“Excuse me.” Madeleine ran out of the room, hand over her mouth.  Olivia and Liam sat in silence, Olivia glaring at Liam as they listened uncomfortably to Madeleine retching right outside the study door.  

“Are you insane?” Olivia hissed.  Liam shook his head, a solemn look covering his face.  Olivia let out an irritated laugh.  “Well then you must be dying.”  

“No.  I am simply taking advantage of my right to advocate.  I can’t do this anymore, Olivia.”  Liam shrugged.  He was trying not to show the relief that was filling him after finally telling someone about his plan.  This had been building up for years, and it was finally happening.  He was finally going to be free from this prison of a life.

“But, what about the Rys dynasty?”  Olivia raised an eyebrow, and Liam simply shrugged.

“It ends tonight.”  He shook his head.  “There is no one left in the family to take keep it going.”  

Olivia blinked at his heedlessness “And you don’t care?  Liam, your bloodline has been on the throne since the very beginning of our nation.  The people trust you, they need a leader.”  

Liam took a deep breath, unsure if Olivia knew why she was in the room.  “Do you know why I called you here tonight, Olivia?”  Before Olivia could answer, Madeleine burst into the room. Her coloring looked better, but her face still showed anxiety.  

“I’m sorry,” She said quietly.  Liam nodded, offering her a bottle of water.  She took it with a small smile.  Her eyes went to Olivia.  “Did you talk him out of it?”  

Oliva let out an exasperated sigh before covering her face with her hands.  “Liam, this is ridiculous.  You can’t just abandon your country and leave them with no leader…what is going on?”  

Madeleine’s eyes widened like she had an idea, but quickly narrowed again. This time anger filling them.  “If this is about that duchess…”  

“Madeleine, I can assure this has nothing to do with any duchess.  This is strictly my decision.  I am no longer happy with my role as king, and therefore I am stepping down. I have called an emergency council meeting at 7:00 tomorrow morning to make it official.  I’d suggest you begin packing your chambers.  We will have to leave the palace after I make my statement, which will be brief.  I will be asking for our marriage to be dissolved in the morning as well.  You will be free to live your own life.  I will expect your presence in the morning.”  Liam watched as a tear fell down Madeleine’s cheek.  

She stood up and nodded. “Yes, your majesty. I will be there.” She whispered as she walked toward the door.  

Liam watched her leave, and as soon as the door was shut he turned back to Olivia.  “What does Drake think about this?  

Liam shook his head.  “I haven’t told him,”  He responded quietly.  

“You haven’t told Drake that you’re abdicating?”  Olivia shook her head and smirked.  “That man is going to throw you a whisky party.”  The moment of humor was brief as Olivia suddenly realized that something wasn’t right.  “Wait, why did you tell me before you told Drake?”  

“Olivia,”  Liam braced himself for what was about to come.  

“Don’t you dare say what I think you’re about to say, Liam.  Don’t you do this to me.  You of all people cannot possibly do this to someone.”  Olivia’s eyes pleaded with him, but he would not relent.  He had prepared himself for this, knowing that it would be the hardest part.  Knowing exactly what was about to happen to Olivia.  

“Surely you already knew, Olivia.”  His voice did not waver.  He felt bad for what he was doing to her, because she was right.  He did know exactly what she would feel as soon as he stepped down in the morning.  “I know that you were well aware of what is to happen when there are no more members of the Rhys family to take the throne.”  

Olivia’s eyes filled with tears, and she choked out a sob.  Liam hadn’t seen her cry since she was a little girl missing her parents.  He watched the normally emotionless duchess process what was happening, her tears falling freely.  He reached for a box of tissues to give her, but she threw them back at him before quickly regaining her composure.  “I’m going to smack you.”  She sneered.  

“It’s no longer treason.” Liam grinned at his lifelong friend. “Plus, you have diplomatic immunity now…your majesty.”  

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Back to you: Chapter 4 part 2 One Call Away

Summary: Leo is back, and Liam is in hot water. Aria finds comfort from an unlikely source. Coronation day finally arrives, and Aria receives a threat. This chapter picks up right where part one left off.. You can read that HERE. 

Book: The Royal Romance

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixleberry, except those created for my story.

Rating: Mature. contains fluff and NSFW. 

Pairings: Liam&Aria(mc) Leo&Aria, Liam&Olivia

Song inspiration: One call away - Charlie Puth

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“If I had a dollar for every time I heard that.” Drake chuckled as he took a swig of his whiskey. “What ol’ pretty boy do now?“ He asked. "I don’t wanna talk about it.” Aria mumbles holding the glass to her chest. “Well I think that’s a record for Leo. You just met him and he’s pissed you off already.” Drake teases pushing on Aria’s arm. “Who said we just met,” Aria says as she finishes her glass, “but that’s for another night. ” With a shocked look on his face he watches Aria as she walks away.

“Aria!” Hana squeals as she staggers up and hugs her. “Hana how many cups of Maxwell’s maniacal punch have you had?” Aria jokes as she tries to hold Hana up. “Whaaaat, I have been drinking regular punch, like 3 cups.” She hiccups holding 5 fingers up in the air. “Ok Han, I think you should go sit down with Kiara. Aria motions to the chairs across the room. She walks a staggering Hana across the room and helps her into the chair. "Oh hey have you seen Liam?” She asks. “Umm oh yeah he went that way with Olivia.” Hana giggles “Oliva is such a meanie head.” “I could think of a few other words for her.” Aria chuckles as she turns and heads towards where Hana pointed.

She enters a hallway and wanders down a ways until she comes to a back stairwell. As she gets closer she realizes there is someone back there. She peeks her head around the corner and her eyes go wide. She lets out a silent gasp and covers her mouth. Behind the stairs is Liam up against the wall, His head tilted back his eyes closed. Olivia is on her knees. Her head bobbing up and down, Liam’s length in her mouth. Tears start to fill her eyes. She turns and runs down the hall and out into the ballroom. Leo stops her, “hey, hey what’s wrong? He asks taking her hands in his. "I.. I.. i just found Olivia sucking Liam’s dick.” Aria sobs. “Oh Aria, I’m really sorry. Can I do anything to make you feel better?” Leo asked pulling a strand of hair away from her face. “Why don’t we get out of here for a while?”

Aria looks up at Leo, his sparkling blue eyes hypnotising her. She musters up a half hearted smile and grabs his hand. They exit through the front door, no one noticed them leaving. “Where to?” Leo asked handing her a helmet. “Anywhere but here.” Aria said putting her helmet on. She hopped on the back of his bike, wrapping her arms tight around his waist. Leo kicked the bike to life and off they went.

The all too familiar feeling came back to her. High off adrenaline and nostalgia she watched the scenery rip past them, she felt free if only for a moment. After a 20 minute ride they pulled up to a spot by the coast. “Just through there.” Leo said pointing to the patch between some trees. He grabbed her hand and led the way. After a short walk the came to an opening. A cliff overlooking the ocean, waves crashing at the bottom. The moon was so bright it glistening off the water. “Wow.” Aria admired the beautiful scene before her. “I would come up here and think when something was bothering me.” Leo said walking up to her, putting his hand on her lower back.

Aria stared at the waves. “I don’t know what bothers me more, the fact that he did it or that it was with Olivia.” She sighs letting her hands fall to the side. “I mean really how different is it, us having sex?” Aria said walking over to sit on a fallen tree. Leo scrunches his face at the mention of them sleeping together. “Do I even have a right to be mad?” Aria questions turning toward Leo. Leo walks over, "well, on one hand you care about him and caught him with another woman. On another hand you guys aren’t official yet.” He says sitting next to her on the log. “No I guess we aren’t official.” She sighs hanging her head down. “I guess we never talked about boundaries. The thought never occurred to me if he slept with me, he was probably doing the same with the others.” Aria shakes her head.

Leo sighs unsure of what to say. “So you two slept together huh?” She looks up at Leo, “it was just one time.” Aria whispers. She felt a hint of guilt telling him, she could see the hurt in his eyes. She knew he cared about her all those years ago but what should any of that matter now? Her mind wandered back to that summer. When she thought she had to leave him behind in Italy…

“Leo, stop it. I will never get this suitcase packed if you keep doing that.” Aria giggled trying to shoo him away. “Maybe I don’t want you to finish. ” Leo teases as he kisses the back of her neck. “Besides Ellie isn’t even packed yet, she’s out with someone having fun” pulling at the strap of her shirt exposing her shoulder. “We should have some fun too. ” He whispers in her ear as he kisses her bare shoulder. “What am I going to do with you?” Aria turns to Leo. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him gently on the lips. “I am going to miss you so much.” She sighed kissing him again. “Well, you won’t have to worry about that because I decided I’m coming to Paris with you.” Leo said tucking a stray hair behind her ear. A wide smile spreads across her face. She pushes Leo back onto the bed and jumps on top of him. She kisses him hard. “You know your some kind of wonderful Leo Rhys.” Aria says as she lays down next to him, “I know, but let me show you just how wonderful I am.” Leo says trailing kisses down her arm. “Ok you can show me, after we pack for Paris.” Aria says pulling Leo up and off the bed. “Fine, fine.” He admits defeat..but once we do, you’re mine.”…..

“I think you should talk to him.” Leo says pulling her out of her thoughts. “Yeah, you’re probably right, but not tonight.” “We should be getting back. I will talk to him before the coronation.” Aria lamented standing up. “Aria wait.” Leo puts his hand on hers. “Look, I know I screwed up back then. I can’t take that back.” He sighs, running his hands through his hair. “I just want you to know, that no matter happens with Liam, I am here for you. I always will be, I’m only one call away.” He smiles at her. “Thank you Leo, I could always count on you you have my back.” Aria whispered as she placed a gentle kiss in his cheek. “My personal superman.”

*****

Back at the Beaumont estate the party had died down considerably. Maxwell was still dancing in the middle of the floor and Hana and Kiara had passed out in the corner. Penelope had her arm draped over a horse, having a very intimate conversation. Bertrand was slumped against the banister, a bottle of champagne in one hand. There were crushed apples everywhere. Peacocks were running wild. There was no sign of Liam or Oliva which was a relief. Liam wanted me to meet him tonight.. that so wasn’t happening she thought to herself. She headed up to her room and went to sleep.

Leo made his way to the study, he knew Liam would be there and he needed to have a conversation with his brother. Leo tapped on the door and stuck his head in. “Mind if I join you?” He question walking in the room. Liam shrugged, looking out the window. He took a sip of his brandy. “So father tells me you’re sticking around for a while.” Liam said still looking out the window. “Yeah, that was the plan.” Leo pours a glass of brandy for himself. “Katie and I got a divorce. ” Leo sighed as he tosses himself into a chair. “She just wasn’t…” before he could finish his sentence Liam finishes it for him, “she wasn’t Aria!” His back still turned. Leo took a swig of his brandy failing to answer him.

Annoyed at his silence Liam tensed his shoulders, turning to his brother. “You want to talk about what your really doing here Leo?” Liam accused with his jaw clenched. He could tell by the way he looked at Aria that they were a lot more than friends once,and Leo was supposed to only be there for the Masquerade. “Not unless you want to talk about the blow job you got from Oliva tonight,” Leo taunted gulping down his drink. He stood up from his seat and turned to walk away. “Oh by the way, Aria saw you two.” Leo informed him as he closed the door.

Liams face went white. “Dammit.” He whispered gulping down the glass of brandy. “DAMMIT!” He yelled tossing the glass across the room shattering it into a million pieces. He slumped into the chair. How was he going to get out of this one he wondered.. One bad decision could ruin his chances with the only woman be cared about. Damn Maxwell’s punch, damn Olivia seducing him. Was a moment of mediocre pleasure worth it? Liam was heading back to the palace in the morning to prepare for the coronation, he would need to talk to her soon.

***

A few days later it was finally coronation day. Bertrand was on cloud nine. He was positive Liam would pick Aria. Aria wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to anymore. She knew she needed to talk to him and tonight was the only chance she would get. Hana and Aria arrived at the palace and headed to the boutique to get their dresses. A palace courier stops her and hands her an envelope. Thinking it was from Liam she exhales a breath she didn’t know she was holding, and opens the envelope.

The prince will never be yours. Leave the palace now or suffer the consequences. 

the letter read

 This couldn’t have been from Liam, she needed to get this to Bertrand. “Hey Hana, you go ahead I need to catch up with Bertrand really quick.” She rushes off and finds Bertrand in his room. Aria gives him the letter and Bertrand insist he will look into who sent her such a threatening letter.

Aria returns to the boutique to meet Hana. “Aria you look like a princess, Liam is a lucky man.“ Hannah gushed grabbing Aria’s hands as she steps out of the dressing room. She looks into the mirror. She did look like a princess, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel like one. Aria sighs and sits down on the bench. Noticing her sadness Hana sits down with her. “Aria what’s wrong?” She questioned. Aria looks at Hana, “I caught Liam with Olivia last night in a very compromising position.” Aria alleged. “Oh.. OH my.” Hana gasped pulling her hand over her mouth. The sound of trumpets interrupt them, “it’s time to go.” Aria stated as she got up and walked to the door. Hana gave her an apologetic look before joining her.

The suitors stood in line to give the prince a gift. She did not want to do it, but Bertrand insisted it was custom for all suitors to present  a token. Aria stood there, her nerves a wreck. Ready to bail she noticed a comforting face behind Liam and immediately calmed her down. Leo was true to his word, he would be there for her when she needed, and tonight she needed him. “Lady Aria.” Liam whispered, a look of embarrassment in his face. “Your highness.” Aria dips into a curtsey and hands him a small box. Liam opened the box an awestruck look on his face. “I know how much she means to you.” Aria somberly whispered. It was a small key chain of lady liberty. “We should talk, please. Meet me in 20 minutes at the hedge maze.” Liam looked at her with searching eyes. “Fine.” Aria replied trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill out.

Aria walks over to the bar, with shaking hands, she grabs a glass of champagne. A voice comes from behind and she smiles. “You look breathtaking tonight lady Aria.” Leo approved, while kissing her hand. Aria could feel herself blushing. “Always know what to say to make a girl blush.” Aria giggled. “I only speak the truth.” Leo grinned as he took a sip from his glass. “I’m meeting Liam to talk.” Aria sighs putting her hands on the table. Leo cocks his eye, “when?”

 “Actually, now. I have to go, I’ll see you in a bit?” Aria looks to Leo. Leo nods and she heads to the maze.

She walks around aimlessly trying to find Liam when she stumbles upon him in the center. She stopped dead in her tracks, her feet refusing to move. “Aria I have so many things I need to say to you.” He babbles as he approaches her, reaching out for her hands. She finds her footing again stepping back and pulled them away. Tears start falling down her cheeks. “I saw you Liam, with Olivia.” She sobbed. A pained look spreads across Liam’s face. He couldn’t stand to see her hurt, but the truth was he was selfish. He knew better than to go to the stairwell, yet he agreed knowing what would happen. “You let her suck your dick Liam.” Aria cried harder. “We had sex in the hot tub in Lythikos.” She seethed, anger replacing sorrow. “Aria I am very sorry. I know it doesn’t change what happened. It was a moment of very bad alcohol infused judgement, but Olivia means nothing to me.” Liam begged. “I love you Aria, and if you would have me, I want to tell the world.” He confessed closing the distance between them. “I want nothing more then to spend the rest of my life with you.”  Aria is taken aback. He loves her? Did He just propose?

Before she knew it her lips were on his. Liam wraps his arms around her waist and deepens the kiss. Arias hands venture lower unhooking his belt buckle and unzipping his pants as she pulls them down and leave them at his ankles. “Are you sure?” Liam asks. “Very.” She shows him by grabbing and jerking his large erection. Liam unzips her dress letting it fall off and pool around her. With his two hands he pulls down her underwear stopping to kiss the insides of her thighs, sending shivers down her back. His hands explore her body as he lays her softly on the ground. His fingers find their way to her center as he spreads her folds and teases her clit. Aria grabs a hold of his hard cock and jerks it a few more times before getting on her knees and taking it into her mouth. She flicked her tongue across the tip, and twisting it all the way down the shaft, then back up before taking the entire thing to the back of her throat. A low growl escapes Liam’s throat as he looks at her with hungry eyes.

Aria smiles up at him with him still in her mouth. She knew should was doing a better job then what Olivia could do and she was going to show him just that. She continues to suck and tease his hard length until he is at the edge. Not wanting to finish that way Liam pulls her up to his mouth and kisses her deep, he peppers kisses down her neck and chest. “We don’t have much time.” Aria pants. “We don’t need much time.” Liam grunts as he lays her on the ground climbing on top of her. He lines his shaft up to her center and pushes in. With hard fast strokes Liam grunts and moans. Aria wraps her legs around his waist allowing him a deeper stroke, her fingers dig into his back leaving marks. “Mmm Liam, oh,” she moans. His rhythm quickens and becomes wild before he spills himself into her. He climbs off and offers her a hand up. He kisses her tenderly on the lips as he helps her into her dress. “Sorry that was so rushed. Next time I promise to take my time with you,” Liam whispers in her ear as he kisses her cheek and zips her dress. “I need to tell you, I received a letter demanding I leave court. ” Aria muttered. “What?” A concerned look now replaced his relaxed expression.

They are interrupted by the sound of Bastien clearing his throat. “That’s our cue. Aria please do not worry about this, I will look into at once.” He assures her, as he takes her hand in his. “Come now, I have an announcement to make.” He kisses her once more before they head into the palace hand in hand.