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the-andromeda-effect · 2 months

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TW - abuse mention, violence mention, injury mention, mental trauma, ptsd

Caliban had taken many women to his bed the first night he’d met them, and that was the only night they’d spent together. Some he’d dated for a while before becoming sexual. None of those had ever brought about the conflict that he currently felt with Adira as she returned to the bathroom to finish changing. It was not that there was not the physical desire for her, or that he knew that it would be far more than one night with her, but rather that the physical was so far less important at the moment than making sure that she felt safe and secure mentally and emotionally. The other could wait, and he would wait, because he knew how wounded she was in all ways. He did not want to add to that in any way; certainly not if there was a chance of losing the way she looked at him by rushing or pushing for anything. Whenever her eyes and his met, there was something that he could not describe within them, something that awoke a part of him that hadn’t been touched before, and he was finding he liked it.

When Adira was once more behind a closed door, she leaned against it, holding the PJ pants to her as her heart thudded within her chest. She had no idea what had made her so bold as to walk over to Caliban like that and just assume he would welcome her touch upon his bare skin and her help in disrobing. It hadn’t been until she had actually been in the act of doing it that her brain had kicked in. By then it had been too late and the only thing she felt she could do was continue, and now she was thankful that she had. Just his initial response of covering her forearms and hands with his own had almost made her knees give way in relief and also a warm and safe sensation that had flooded her whole body. She craved him in a way that she had never craved Mircea, in a way that she couldn’t even put into words. It wasn't blind lust, it was something deeper.

From the day that she had met Mircea, she had known that they would be married. It was why her father had introduced them. Also from that day, she had alway tried to garner his approval, to please him, to make him proud, to elicit praise. He had at least pretended in the beginning to be somewhat fond of her and that her efforts were more than enough. The lack of overt affection understandable due to theirs being an arranged marriage, but it was one he seemed to desire, something that still confused her with how things eventually went. However, the longer their relationship went, the more it was obvious that she was not who he wanted and that her efforts would never achieve the results that she hoped for. She had still tried, no matter how many times she failed to live up to standards he seemed to change on a whim. Up until the day she had been kidnapped, she had relentlessly tried.

Caliban was completely different from Mircea in every conceivable way. One could say that their marriage was no less arranged than hers with Mircea had been. It was not built on love, but an agreement to provide for her and keep her safe. The difference was that even in the beginning of her relationship with Mircea she had not felt as safe and secure with him, nor had she felt as accepted. Then there was something about the way that she felt when she was held in Caliban’s arms, the way just his voice calmed any fear or anxiety in her, the look in his eyes when he looked at her, his gentle and soothing touch when she was upset or hurting - it was all so new to her; at the same time, it was like what she had always been looking for in the past, but never found.

It was in wondering how he had not found a wife previously, with everything he had already shown her of who he was, that Adira came upon the thought that made her stomach turn: what if there were other women he was in a relationship with when he had saved her? Could she do that again? Could her heart take other women also being in a relationship from someone other than Mircea? If there were, could she even do a fake marriage? Her breath caught and her heart burned at the thought.

By the time that Adira finally opened the door again, Caliban had started to worry if things were okay with her. The room had been too quiet, and she had seemed to be in there too long. He had to keep reminding himself not to rush her. Patience was never one of his virtues, but he knew that if he wanted to unwrap the delicate gift that was the true nature of the woman he now called his wife, he was going to have to learn some. There was something about her that made him confident that whatever new skills he might have to learn or test he might feel like he was enduring, in the end, it would be worth it.

“Is everything alright?” He finally asked as she silently crossed over to the bed and began to place her jeans in the bag that he had brought up for her. She hadn’t looked at him when she came out of the bathroom, nor even when he spoke to her, and this concerned him. Before she’d gone back in, they’d once again been affectionate with one another and she’d seemed to be relaxing. Had she had another panic attack of sorts?

Still not looking at him, Adira’s voice came out soft and stuttered, “I hadn’t thought to ask before if…” She paused, gathering the courage to say what had come to her mind as she realized how much she was attracted to Caliban. It was as if the question was stuck in her throat, refusing to come out. There was a fear of hearing the answer once it did.

“If what, sweetheart?” Calban asked cautiously, as head cantered. He had heard the hesitation and nerves in her voice. He pushed off of the dresser he’d been leaning against to walk over to her. There was definitely something wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what could have changed in just a few minutes.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her head still bowed as if looking down into her bag. “If you had…someone you were with..you know, when you..we...” As she let her breath out, she steeled herself for the answer. Her hands had balled to fists around the clothing she was holding, as if that would somehow protect her from the answer hurting her. She had known many men who would be with multiple women simultaneously. It wasn’t like she was naive to the way the world of rich and powerful men who looked like him operated. Even those who were married often had more than one girlfriend on the side besides their wife. This was often the life wives of family heads led.

So that was the issue that had suddenly come to bother her. The tension Caliban had been feeling waiting to hear what had upset her faded instantly. He was glad her back was to him because he could not keep the devilish smirk off of his face. Not that he was laughing at her, far from it; no, he was delighted that the beauty was concerned that she might have competition for his affection. To him that meant that she too was starting to feel something for him in the same way he was for her. Otherwise she wouldn’t care if he was in a relationship with someone else while being fake married to her. Being fake married to Adira seemed to get better every time he turned around, and now he was going to have at least two weeks secluded with her in a mountain cabin. Who knew what could happen then?

“And it would bother you if I did?” The shaky inhale of breath after his question gave him his answer, just before his arms wrapped around her from behind. She couldn't hide the slight tremble in her body from him, a tremble that he hoped his next words would quell. Placing his chin on her shoulder, he let his warm breath fan across her neck with his next words, “my darling wife, if there had been, the moment I slipped that ring on your finger they no longer existed.” He gently kissed the crook of her neck and continued, “there is now, and from now on always will be, only you, unless it is you who wants things otherwise between us.” Caliban was never one to share a woman, nor did he expect a woman to share him.

As much as his words comforted her, she also felt like they were too good to be real. “Are you sure that you can be happy that way?” Adira was afraid to even hope, even if she prayed, to a god she had long since stopped believing in, that it was true. She was under no illusion that Mircea had ever been faithful in their marriage, even from the beginning. He’d always blamed her; of course it was her failure as a wife that led him to have to find others.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He kept his chin on her shoulder and laced his fingers with hers now that she’d covered his hands with her own. Every time he thought he’d figured out how much damage that Mircea had done, something more was revealed. There was no doubt the coming days and weeks would reveal more, and he would try his best never to repeat those wounds. If he could, he would instead heal them.

“Well,I…I don’t know. I just know that no matter what I tried, I was never enough for Mi-” Suddenly Caliban’s hand was over her mouth, cutting her off as she felt herself fully pulled back against him. Her eyes closed, her breathing stilled, and she waited for the pain. Pain always came after the wrong things were said. Hopefully Caliban would not be as brutal as Mircea had been. She still ached from being dragged by Kondrat and the abuse in that basement.

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poetsplay · 4 months

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tell me why i started thinking of random medical terms at work,, this is house's fault

#i work in a cafe #nothing to do with medicine #house #house md #hatecrimes md #hate crimes md

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eva-and-jasper · 2 months

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Beware of the Ides of March

Quadruple Trouble at the Shelby Mansion...

TW - Blood, Murder, Death

The two couples entered together, devious smirks all around. Their host would have no inkling of the actual motivation behind their attendance. Had he, he might have considered revoking the gold leaf edged invitations that he'd had hand delivered to the ladies that were now entering his mother's mansion on the arm of a demon and an angel.

Instead his hubris had overpowered all and he'd sent the invitations. Seeing them both now, a wide grin spread across his face. Those that doubted him would soon come to understand that he could come to run the family business just as well as any of them. He would show them, he would show the all! And with those two ladies on his side, no one would doubt that he could pull in contacts and associates that would form an empire.

Jasper and Adriel knew they had little to worry about from the mortals milling about. In fact, the mortals should be fearing them. Only slightly less lethal were the women they walked in with, the witch and the grigori. So, there was no fear that anything would happen as they momentarily left the beauties to obtain drinks from their host's bar.

With the latest bauble that Jasper had gifted her, a blood red ruby, around her neck, Eva was damn near untouchable, and Anna was a power immortal in her own right. Eva and Anna were the perfect juxtaposition of dark to light in almost all ways - magic, complexion, business dealings. They could both be ruthless and devious when the need arose, and it most certainly had this night.

For the next few hours, liquor would flow, conversations would as well, dances would be shared, and food enjoyed. The end goal would never leave the mind or sight of the foursome, but they would allow themselves some enjoyment before the pinnacle of the night.

There was supposed to be an announcement at midnight. One about the usurping of the throne of the Shelby dynasty. However, that announcement never would come.

At a quarter til, Anna lured their host into his office with seduction she had honed over the years of having to distract beings in New Orleans. The men were in the room, but kept to the shadows, they were mere observers in this endeavor. Once the door was closed, and privacy ensured, Anna pulled their host very, very close.

“Michael, you really never should have double crossed Tommy, cher. I'm afraid you have to die now. And then you can rot in Caligo.” Anna whispered it in his ear and then pulled back just in time to see his eyes go wide as Eva slipped her blade slowly between his ribs to embed it in his heart.

Both women then moved to the side, joining hands as they watched the life drain from Michael Gray. A large crimson stain growing on the beige oriental rug beneath him. Jasper and Adriel came to stand on either side of the two women. The quadruple being the last thing Michael saw as he slipped into the hereafter.

“Right then,” Jasper quipped with a devious smirk. “Time to take this bastard down to Caligo. Arioch is so looking forward to a new play toy. He has a new cerberus puppy, you know, needs a chew toy.” He winked and kissed Eva on the cheek before ripping Michael’s soul free from his body with a *pop*. “Be right back, love. Don’t want to keep the Demon of Revenge waiting, he gets testy, you know.” With a wink, the demon was gone.

“He does enjoy doing that.” Adriel chuckled as he waved his hand. All fingerprints and memories of the foursome were removed from the entire party. When Michael’s body was found, there would be nothing to tie them to it, and therefore, nothing to tie Tommy to it either. Jean Pierre’s attorney was getting him released from jail presently on the trumped up charges Michael had orchestrated with the Bowery Boys from London. They’d also brought over a few friends from the French Quarter to help him get some payback for that.

“He promised to take me to see the puppy tomorrow, I’ll have to give our regards to Michael again. It was such a nice ending to the party.” Eva smirked and winked. The surprise on Michael’s face had been quite delicious.

“Want to join us for dinner? We’re going to myst down to Tuscany for some authentic Italian. I know an amazing cook down there that is over a century old and has some tricks up her sleeve. You and Jasper are more than welcome to join.” Anna smiled. She was glad her friend had found a woman that complimented him so. “There’s also a siren down there that needs a talking to, so we’re going to take a dip in the Mediterranean. Always a fun time. We like to do it naked.” She winked at Eva.

“Now, how could I turn down an offer like that?” Eva grinned deviously. Naked fun with her demon was always a good time and if that siren looked at him wrong..well, accidents did happen and she knew Anna was always amused when Adriel had to fix things. She and the other woman did get along so well. Yes, this was turning out to be a very good night.

Eva Smith belongs to @evita-shelby

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#writeblrcafe #writeblr cafe #writeblr #evacore #eva smith #jasper x eva #anna x adriel #ides of march #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #michael gray #tw: murder #tw: death #tw: blood #fiction #crime fiction #supernatural fiction #romance

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local-angst-satan-diinosour11 · 2 months

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Ah fuck it, meet Shurigear! (He will look better lined and colored I promise-) he’s also part of the Insane Subspace au! He basically got turned into a cyborg soldier by Subspace, whoops-

the small container houses one of Subspace’s crystals! Its basically what’s keeping him alive-

… also yeah that’s a cavity alright-

#phighting #phighting shuriken #Shurigear #Insane Subspace au #angst crimes #the cafe crew ain’t gonna be happy about this..

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Would honey wear a maid dress....

If the oc doesn't wear a maid dress they're weak. Or Jeremiah. Honey is the type to go all out and pick a frilly yellow dress with ribbons and bows in their hair. It's a bit more modest in public and comes down to their ankles, but they have different version for when you're alone

#It would be a crime if they didn't #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #yandere hybrid #Cafe tag

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bensonnstabler · 2 months

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mister dann florek going for the emmy award for best guest actor with his lil distraction performance there. 10/10

#i miss the svu silly goofy mood dynamic #but on a serious note that little cafe conversation was so layered to me #“~everyone~ is fighting for you but you” ???#👀#law and order oc #law and order spoilers #oc spoilers #law and order organised crime #elliot stabler #don cragen #dann florek #christopher meloni

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honey-rye · 2 years

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human teetles

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #this is definitely not going to turn into a coffee shop au #i totally didnt make them tired college students #where lou jitsu is a retired dad who runs Hot Soup! Cafe and Bakery #the boys definitely don't fight crime at night #that would be against their dads wishes #they would never #honeys human au

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breadmecoshy · 1 year

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He finally found a real family

Old lady: Oh, Bruno, darling, what good fellows you and your kids are! It's been so quiet on the streets lately! Apparently, God favors us

Narancia: WHAHAHAHA, you blew like a sucker, Giorno!

Giorno: DAMN IT! If I had been there, they wouldn't have had a chance!

Giorno: Fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! Holy shit, Mista! Why did you bother them at all?!

Mista: Sorry man💦

Someone: WHERE DID THESE ASSHOLES GO?!

Moviе: Gus: What's great about dating homeless girls? Murphy: What? Gus: You can drop them off anywhere.

Abbachio: Ugly.

Giorno: I don't like it either.

Giorno: What if our world is a simulation, like in the Matrix? Well, I mean, you also sometimes sit down, and just turns off for 40 minutes? What does it look like?

Fugo: Well, yes, it happens...

Giorno: And?

Fugo: It looks like.... Reboot the system.....

Fugo: ....fuuuuuuuuck

Fugo: man

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In the end, Giorno is really just an ordinary teenager, and he deserves a family that will love him despite his harmfulness

After the appearance of another child in the gang, Bruno decided to buy a new PS2, but eventually it was occupied by Narancia and Giorno

Giorno and Mista usually hang around the city and look for new places or entertainment. But, since Mista is a master of creating problems for himself from scratch, most often they find only trouble on their heads

Leone and Giorno like to watch movies together (mainly because apart from Bruno, no one else can make Leone a decent company). They watched "3000 Miles to Graceland" at the cinema, and they didn't like it XD

Giorno and Fugo's conversations are similar to all those conspiracy theories in which the events of the film are actually the dying delirium of the protagonist. Recently, they watched the Matrix with the whole gang, so the conversations of these two acquired a very specific topic

Bruno usually takes Giorno with him to patrol the streets and communicate with the townspeople. And, of course, Giorno does not steal from old ladies, he just likes to tease Bruno

#Yes Narancia and Giorno are playing GTA 3 #Giorno was unhappy that there were no stands in this game #Mista and Giorno sometimes compete who will pick up more girls on the streets #Guess who wins most of the time #/although often the two of them are just beaten for it #Leone loves melodramas and romance and Giorno loves crime films and police showdowns #/Leone can't stand police showdowns #But they both love good musicals #They watched the Moulin Rouge together and they would definitely like La La Land #Yes Fugo and Giorno make face masks together #The two of them have the most peaceful leisure time together #/although very existential #They are also looking for new restaurants and cafes together #Bruno looking at all this is simple:#Good God I thought I brought at least one calm kid into the gang what happened to him #Giorno is the charismatic fidget who will persuade the rest of the children to do something questionable #In fact Leone even tries to defend them in front of Bruno sometimes #However in the end he himself falls under the distribution #jojo pt 5 #jjba #jojo golden wind #jojo's bizarre adventure #giorno giovanna #narancia ghirga #guido mista #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #bruno bucciarati #Jojo

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bendingthelaws · 25 days

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Colin leaned up against the wall of his office as the lab techs swept his office. They had arrived shortly after the others had left. The techs were meticulous, he would give them that. They were picking through every square inch of the office he spent the greater part of his life in. It made him reflect on that life and the choices he had made that brought him to the present. The drive within him that had caused him to chase Constantin to the point that both of them were staring insanity dead in the eyes, and wondering who would blink first.

As the techs seemed to work without sound, Colin could hear the wind outside of the windows. It was cold, it was hard, and it didn’t care who got in its way. It would push and it would blow, unyielding in its drive to reach the final destination of its journey. Much like when Colin was pursuing a conviction, everything but the end goal faded away. He had become a force of nature himself, but now he wondered if that force of nature he had become had finally met its match.

Finally, unable to take the feeling of being paralyzed to do anything to help the situation, Colin decided to return to his house and try to get some work done there. Even if he was unable to, at least he would not have people walking by to gawk, and see if they could get information for the latest gossip exchange on a smoke break. Being the next exhibit in the zoo was not a life he wanted.

Leaving word with his secretary to forward all calls to his cell, he called a car, packed up his laptop, and headed down to the front of the building. There was a heaviness to the building that seemed to lift off of him as soon as he exited the front doors. The anchor that had been dragging behind him since he’d found the box was removed and his steps increased in speed. While concentrating with guilt weighing on him like a lodestone as he circled around all of the details of the case would be difficult, it would be easier away from the site of the most recent event. Trying to focus in the main building was going to be an effort in futility, he was sure.

Things weren’t much better at his house, it was just a change of scenery and fewer people. The walls seemed to be closing in on him. This is what he got for always living alone. He’d been so focused on his career that he had never really taken time to make many connections outside of work. When he went out to dinner, it was with associates in his office or with members of some organization he was a member of. The most socialization he did was to go for a celebratory drink with some of the cops at Mulligan’s after winning a case. That’s where he’d first met Karsten, who was probably the closest thing he had to a real friend after Demitri.

There had been one who had gotten under his skin, but he’d let her slip away when she had to go home to NYC when her assignment as part of a joint task force with the DEA and Marshal's service came to an end. He missed her and felt like an idiot for not doing more to keep in contact or go visit. Once again, his personal life had taken a back seat to his job. He’d been so focused on bringing down Constantin Rakeovich that he’d let everything in life slide. Most he didn’t care about, but she was something else.

*****

It had been a while since Aoife returned to New York from Chicago. Before she’d left, Colin had said he wanted to make things work between them. All he’d done since was prove why lawyers could never be trusted, even prosecutors. They’d talked on the phone a few times, exchanged texts and even face timed a couple of times. However, even when he’d had off for Christmas and New Year’s he hadn’t shown up like promised. His Christmas gift still sat wrapped on the entry table of her apartment. It made her feel like a fool every time she looked at it, but reminded her why she was keeping distant. She’d really stopped trying to reach out to him a couple weeks ago, if he wanted to connect then he’d need to step up. She was no one’s fool and at no one’s beck and call.

Ever since she’d returned the guys at the precinct had known something was up. No matter how hard she tried to hide a broken heart behind excuses of jet lag and then frustrations over her cases in the city, she knew she was failing. This is why she stayed closed off, whenever she felt something, it was deeply. Things with Colin were no different, and the fact it was now affecting her work bothered her.

After she’d stopped being the one to initiate contact, there had been random texts and a couple calls. She was starting to try and heal from the heartbreak and disappointment. So when the phone rang and it was Colin, her initial instinct had been to reject it and ignore. Unfortunately matters of the heart weren’t as black and white as the law, and she caved right before it headed to voicemail on its own.

“Flanagan.” The word was said clipped and her tone left no doubt that this wasn’t the most friendly greeting. A flip of her head took her bangs out of her eyes as she blew out a breath as he answered. Colin wasn’t a man to say please, so she did wonder what he had to say, but she was still pissed at him. “I haven’t hung up yet, Colin. What have you got to say that’s so important you call me in the middle of the day?” She would listen, to a point. After that point, she’d just let him talk to dead air.

*****

Colin had been pacing in his house, but now he leaned up against the counter in his kitchen with his back facing it. A hand ran through his hair, sending it in all directions, before scrubbing across his face. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but her abruptness didn’t help him feel any better or more relaxed in talking to her. It was like when he highlighted witness testimony to point something out, it just brought more attention to his failings and missteps.

How many times had he been behind the eight-ball just like this in the courtroom and been able to talk himself out of it? He’d honestly lost count, but he was about to see if he was able to do it again. The stakes were high, but that didn’t frighten him. What frightened him? Losing.

As he listened to the ringing after he’d dialed her number, he was pretty sure that he was going to get sent to voicemail. Not that he would blame her, but he still had hope she’d listen to him at some point. So, when she answered he took a deep breath and prepared to win this just like he did every time that he walked into the courtroom. If he didn’t win, it wouldn’t be his first defeat, but it would sting more than any other. “Aoife, please don’t hang up. I know I’m a jackass and you can rip me a new one for being a major one. Just please don’t hang up, I need to talk to you. Will you listen?”

“Aoife, I’m not going to try to make excuses for my failings. I own them and I know what they are. I’ll even list them if that would make you feel better to know I am fully aware of what a thoughtless asshole I can be.” He took a breath and looked at the floor. Unlike in a courtroom, he wasn’t as polished at what to say when it came to his personal life. Things weren’t as cut and dry. The outcome was based on far more than a yes/no decision. “I had something happen that has started to put things in perspective for me. I’ve had tunnel vision for too long and I’ve let things slide, things I shouldn’t have. I was so honed in on one thing, it became my world and life.”

He didn’t want to make excuses, and what he was saying wasn’t one. Colin still wanted Aoife to understand that he knew what he’d done though. He could only hope she’d forgive him. So far she hadn’t said anything so he was hoping she was still listening. “I wanted things to work between us, Aoife, and I know I screwed that up by being an oblivious fool. I’ve not done my part at all. I’ve just had everything put in a crystal clear perspective and if there is any way to salvage what was between us, I’m hoping that you can find enough faith to let me prove what I’m saying. I want us to work.” He closed his eyes and sighed. He didn’t deserve any kind of redemption, but Colin hoped that she’d give him a shot.

*****

Something was off, she could tell that. What Aoife couldn’t tell was what. This wasn’t the Colin Masterson that had seemed so in command of everything in Chicago. No, this sounded more like a man broken. She was a bit surprised; she didn’t think anything or anyone could break Colin. Still, she wasn’t ready to trust him just yet.

“Are you having problems getting your social calendar full, Colin? As I remember there were several females interested in filling it and your bed. Or are they not enough?” Her feet came down off of her desk where she’d had them propped with ankles crossed. Now her feet were flat on the floor as she leaned over her desk. “Or maybe, just maybe, it’s that the great Colin Masterson can’t let a woman walk away from him. Is that it? You have to be the one to leave, well you already did that.” The bitterness in her own voice surprised her. It had been a long time since she’d trusted anyone and what was going on right now was exactly why.

*****

Her words stung, but then Colin figured they were probably meant to. He’d earned every single one of them, and the insinuation that they carried. There was little doubt that her next words were probably going to be telling him to kiss her ass and then hanging up. He’d earned that too.

“I deserve that, and more, Aoife. You’re light years away from the truth though. Do you remember the case I was starting when you left against Constantin Rakeovich?” He waited till he heard her make some kind of acknowledgment before continuing. “We filed an indictment a week ago. The next day the intern assigned to me disappeared. He’s mailing her back to me in pieces. Today I got her eye.” Revulsion hit him again at the thought of it and he had to pause to keep from vomiting, again. The thought of that poor girl made it hard for him to concentrate on much else, but he needed to if he was going to convince her he was serious. “I don’t care if my bed’s empty, Aoife. I don’t want my life to be, and it has been. The only time it didn’t feel that way was with you.”

*****

Listening to him, she wanted to accuse him of lying. She worked in NYC, she knew that there were some sick and twisted individuals out there, but for someone to take a DA head-on like that, that was something new. Colin’s voice and his cadence in speaking told her that he wasn’t lying though. He was troubled and feeling off-balance, then again who wouldn’t be to be sent another person’s eye?

Her voice lowered and softened before Aoife continued, “Colin, I can’t trust you. I’m sorry. I can tell you’re going through hell, but that doesn’t change what happened when you weren’t.” Her fingers combed through her hair. Despite her words, she wanted to trust him. She wanted to believe that he meant what he said and that it would be different. The past had made her a bit too jaded for that though.

*****

“I’m not asking you to trust me, Aoife. I’m asking you to give me a chance to prove it. If I don’t then you can rip me apart for it. Yell, scream, throw things at me, whatever will make you feel better. I don’t intend on letting that happen though, this is something I want; and you do know what happens when I really want something. I get it.” He sounded a little firmer this time, more in control than before. Colin didn’t feel it, but for once his powers of self-control were paying off.

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crishel2 · 7 months

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Dori Sakurada Fendi 31/10/23

Instagram @dorisakurada @Fendi Olhem para o cachecol finalmente ☃️ Gosto porque mesmo fazendo frio tenho muita roupa que gosto.✨ Quero que o silenciador seja grande e fofo! Além disso, este cachecol tem um grande logótipo da FENDI e combina bem com a bolsa, o que é ótimo ☺️ Está ficando mais frio, então tome cuidado para não pegar um resfriado e vamos dar o nosso melhor até o final do ano! @FENDI #FENDI

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synthsays · 10 months

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Based off true events

#i went to this small cafe and there were SO MANY Coca-Cola signs #my exact thought was “I think they might kill me if U asked for a pepsi #there wasn't even an option to get a pepsi ;-;#bttf #back to the future #marty mcfly #art :p #harassynth is a federal crime mr corleone

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the-andromeda-effect · 19 days

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Morning comes....

Adira came awake to the soft feel of Caliban’s fingers moving over her back. It was clear he was awake, but the room was absolutely quiet save the sound of his fingertips over the fabric of her shirt. “I see even getting woken up is going to be a form of spoiling.” She kept her voice soft and low, barely more than a whisper, as she let him know that she too was awake.

“Which one of us is being spoiled this time?” Caliban couldn’t help but chuckle, adoring the sleepy sound of her voice. “I feel a little spoiled at the moment.” His deep voice seemed to roll over her senses, giving her chills, there was no hurry to their conversation or his words.

“Maybe this is more of that mutual spoiling?” Tipping her head back to place a kiss along his jaw, she found he had anticipated her action and captured her lips with his own. The kiss was slow, soft, and when coupled with the slow and soft way his hands also moved over her body and caressed her face, gave her a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies to take flight in her stomach. She couldn’t even remember the last time anyone had given her such a feeling, certainly long before Mircea.

He had only intended it to be short and soft, but as soon as his lips found hers, Caliban found himself not wanting to pull back. Like with the night before, it seemed like the one touch led to another; but instead of just passion and lust filled, as had been so frequent in his past, now they were tender and affectionate with some sense of growing feeling behind them. It was as much her reaction to him, as his own desire, that prompted him.

As much as his body was desiring to take things further, the rest of him knew this wasn't the time or the place. “If you keep reciprocating the spoiling, sweetheart, we may never get out of bed.” His lips danced over hers, reticent to fully pull back from her.

“Aren't newlyweds supposed to spend the honeymoon at least partly in bed?” She had only meant to build upon the tease, but when Caliban made a sound between a cough and a choke, Adira was afraid she'd taken it too far. “I mean…I was just…last night was late…and…” Her eyes frantically searched his face as she stumbled over her words.

She had shocked him with the boldness and tease of her first statement, but he was having trouble not laughing as she fumbled. There was no doubt that the new Mrs. Andros was going to keep him on his toes. Cutting off her adorable fumbling off with another kiss, Caliban shifted his weight and rolled so he was lightly pinning her to the bed. His larger frame caging hers as he made sure to not to press his full weight on her.

“Darling, I can assure you that I would have no issue spending the day in bed with you. Nor would I have any objection to whatever it is you wanted to do with me while we're here.” Caliban’s voice rumbled low next to Adira’s ear, causing her skin to prickle and her breath to catch. “All you have to do is ask.”

His warm breath across her skin sent Adira’s brain tumbling. The slow and seductive kisses that he began to place upon her neck didn't help her regain her ability to think. Without even thinking about it, her legs had wrapped around his, and her fingers played in his hair as he had spoken. The temptation to do far more than kiss and caress while essentially fully clothed was blossoming. She wanted so desperately to trust him, to be able to turn off her brain, and just enjoy the moment. How long had it been since she could?

“Then I'd like to keep you here a bit longer.” Her voice now deepened and took on a slightly husky tone. It might go no further than they were presently, but his response was enough to make her in no hurry to leave. Even clothed, the feel of his body pressed to hers was awakening parts of her that had long been dormant. There was no demand in his actions, his words, or even his tone, even as there was no denying in their current position that he desired her as much as she did he. His soft touch, heated looks, and obvious patience were doing their own kind of healing, and for the moment she tried to push all doubts and fears to the side. “I rather like you, right where I have you.”

“Then who am I to argue?” He smirked as he looked down into her dark eyes that seemed to want to pull him into their abyss and never release him. A desire burned within them that seemed to match his own; and as hands roamed, lips tasted, and bodies shifted against one another under the covers, he could still see that flame when his own eyes closed.

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