#Darius looks about ready to fucking snap and I love him for it-
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AKA…. The CATTs!
#The Owl House#Owl House#TOH#The Owl House Fanart#Owl House Fanart#TOH Fanart#The Owl House Darius#Owl House Darius#TOH Darius#Darius#The Owl House Eberwolf#Owl House Eberwolf#TOH Eberwolf#Eberwolf#The Owl House Raine Whispers#Owl House Raine Whispers#TOH Raine Whispers#Raine Whispers#The CATTs#Darius looks about ready to fucking snap and I love him for it-#I love these 3 so much you don’t understAND-#I know Eberwolf already has ears but…#4 ears… twice the power…
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hello, angellll !!1!1!1!＼(´ ∇`)ノ i wonder how yan bully react if his darling have a boyfriend... and yan bully ask his darling why they have someone else and then his darling says that they want to lose their feelings for yan bully (like they want to move on yk)
anways i love you and i hope you have a great day/night, angel ♡
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Hihi 🦈 anon! Mm I like your big brain :00 ily too have a good/night day!
Synopsis : Darius discovered that you have a boyfriend and confronts you about it. The outcome of it was.. unexpected
T/W : Drama, Angst, reader's boyfriend implied to be murdered later, kissing (omg), two idiots in love (one more murderous about it than the other)
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"Oi dumb face, I need to talk to ya for a sec" Darius approached you at your locker one morning.
You jumped in surprise at his presence and backed yourself further at your locker. Darius rose an eyebrow at your odd behaviour, usually you would've told him off for bothering you.
"Oh- uhm not sure if I can, I have to meet up with someone right now" Your (E/C) avoided his golden irises, clearly showing you were lying to him.
He snickered and slammed his hand on a locker beside yours, the sound resonating through out the empty hallway. Twirling a strand of your hair he asked in a clipped tone,
"Really? And who would that be? Your nonexistent boyfriend?" Darius laughed at the end of his sentence.
He's the reason you never had a partner up until now. Only those who wish to have their life cut short would dare to pursue you.
You only meekly nodded in response and Darius quickly snapped his gaze on you. Quickly looking for sign of lies on your face, only to be met with none.
Oh he was livid.
"Who? Who the fuck is stupid enough to be your boyfriend, huh? Tell me, tell me damnit!" Darius was beyond angry.
He was angry at your boyfriend for daring to steal you away, angry at himself for letting that bastard even try.
"A-Avery.." You said your boyfriend's name in a low tone, afraid of how Darius was going to react.
"That pipsqueak? You choose him of all the fucking losers in this school to date? Why?! He couldn't protect you with those noodle arm he has, he couldn't do shit for you"
Darius then lean his face closer to you, your noses were practically touching. His expression that was usually contains of smugness now only filled with desperation.
Desperation to know why you didn't choose him instead.
"Because I wanted to forget about you! I- I love you, asshole! And I hate myself for it.." You feel tears dropping down your face, you never wanted him to know of your feelings for him.
The blond looked taken aback at your confession, however once he recovered from the initial shock, a smirk stretched across his face.
You readied yourself for the incoming mockery and the harsher bullying you'd receive from Darius after this but it never came.
"Wh-!" A pair of lips come in contact with yours, your (E/C) snapped open. Darius was kissing you! Your bully whom you had feelings for was kissing you!
"I love you too, dumbass. I always have been. You should've told me instead of using that loser to forget about me" He muttered once you two pulled away.
"Does that mean we're dating now?" You asked him and yelped once he lean his forehead onto yours.
"Of course. From now on you're mine and I'm yours, you got that? Don't ever forget about it, dumb face"
Now that he already got you in his arm, it's time for him to take care of that bastard who thought he had a chance with you.
No one can have you but him. Only him.
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#yandere x reader#tw: yandere#yandere oc#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#gender neutral reader#yandere male#🦈 anon#Darius my Oc#Yandere bully
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My prediction for why there was huntlow and dalador parallels in Dana's gallery nucleus art is that Darius is going to play a part in nudging hunter and willow closer to each other (though probably not actually together, bc I doubt if that'll ever be explicit in the show), specifically after seeing himself and Alador in them.
Aka He's gonna grab willow by the shoulders and be like "see that weird, shy little goblin man who smells kind of bad but makes you happy??? Do you like him???" And Willows. Slightly concerned but goes "uh...yeah" "THEN TELL HIM FOR TITANS SAKE! DON'T WASTE TIME WORRYING ABOUT IF HE THINKS YOU'RE COOL OR NOT, OR PUTTING OFF ANYTHING SERIOUS CAUSE YOU'RE AFRAID OF REJECTION. JUST TELL HIM BEFORE HE GETS MARRIED AND THEN DIVORCED" and willow is like. Okay he's definitely projecting but he's got a point maybe she SHOULD talk to hunter about this
My feelings about Dalador is that I'm indifferent. Darius is like My Guy while Alador is just kinda There. BUT I keep saying that if you bring up a funny enough Dalador scenario I WILL entertain it because the ship has so much comedy potential to me. And this!!! Is fucking hysterical.
Darius grabbing Willow by the shoulders and shaking her like "Get with the freak!!!! I know he's strange and off-putting!!! I know he can't dress himself to save his life!!! I know it's the stupidest emotion you've ever experienced but for some insane reason you love him!!! You love him, little girl!!! So stop wondering and go tell him!!!!"
Now you say Darius nudging Willow in Hunter's direction but I raise you this. The other way around.
"I'm gonna tell him eventually." Says Willow. "But his feelings matter too. He's going through a lot right now. I wanna make sure we're on the same page. I'm waiting for him to send me a sign."
"Little princess, look at him. Think about him for just a second. He's dense as a brick. You could be waiting for that sign for years."
"That's okay."
"Really now? Come on, be sensible. You're young. Wouldn't you like to seize this opportunity while you still have so much life ahead of you?"
"There's no point in getting anything started unless we're sure we're both ready or else it's just gonna crash and burn. And sure, we won't be teenagers forever. But that doesn't mean it'll ever be too late. Maybe it'll take six months. Maybe a year. Maybe ten years. Maybe twenty years. But there's nothing wrong with a little time passing first. No shame in starting late, yknow?"
"Well, that's--you're not...hm."
Anyway, five minutes later, Alador looks up from his tinkering when he hears somebody say "Excuse me, Mr Blight."
It's that girl. The whole who politely informed him that he ruined her life several years ago. Now, he doesn't doubt it. He ruined quite a few lives back then. But he couldn't place her face for the life of him. All he knows is that she's Amity's friend from school. She's been pretty involved in this whole "Stop the Collector" thing and her gaze has always made him uncomfortable. Sure, he apologized for ruining her life and she graciously accepted and she's pleasant enough when interacting with him, but there's always that look of distaste in her eyes. He's pretty sure she thinks he's rather pathetic.
And then there's the man standing next to her. Darius Deamonne, looking every bit as imposing as he had for the last twenty years. He's stiffer than usual. His lip is twisted tightly. His fists are balled at his sides. From the vibes Alador is picking up, he's seconds away from snapping and attacking him right there. Strangely enough, the girl is holding his hand. She appears to be the one who led him over here.
"This big baby has something he'd like to say to you." She announces.
#i have like NO hope for darius and hubtlow intermingling nor willow and dalador intermingling#BUT it would be so funny
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Together 6: Inferno.
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CW: explicit language and content, multiple whumpees, torture, captivity, conditioning, noncon touching (non-sexual), implied noncon (sexual), dehumanization, electrocution, shock collar, beating, gaslighting, manipulation, restraints, extreme control of food/exercise for appearance, mention of passing out/vomiting due to exercise/restricted diet, controlling whumper, multiple whumpers, possessive whumper, masked whumper, letmeknowifimissedany
The next day, I wake up before August. He’s starfished on his back, feet, and one hand hanging off the bed. He looks even younger asleep, with freckles scattered across his nose, long eyelashes, and not much facial hair for a man who hasn’t had the chance to shave in a handful of days. The stubble that is there is even lighter than his hair, tending toward blondish rather than auburn. He sits up ramrod straight and groggy as hell when the keyring clangs against the outside of the metal door.
“Let’s go, Princess,” one of the goonies drones as he opens it. It’s Darius, but for some reason, he’s wearing a ski mask.
Weirdo. Did you just come from robbing a bank?
Maybe the mask means they’re planning to let August go, a good thing. I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone, but I still feel a bitter pang of jealousy. I don’t look back at him as I walk out.
Wyatt is waiting for me in his office, upstairs. He’s already cleared his desk for me. There are gauzy curtains in front of the windows so I can’t see the view but I always look forward to the daylight. Today, it’s muted like it might be overcast or raining. I strain to listen to see if I can hear it on the windows.
“Come here,” he says, standing and patting the desk in front of him.
I walk over, trying to read into his expression and tone. It’s never easy to tell what I’m in for because he’s so calculating. I don’t think I’ve ever once seen him lose control of himself in all these years. I sit up on the desk. He steps in between my knees so we’re eye-to-eye, tucks my hair behind both ears, and puts his hands on my thighs. Close enough that he can inhale every minute expression on my face and in my eyes like I’m shotgunning him.
“How do you like your new roommate?” he asks.
I’d shrug if it were allowed. There’s a remote to the collar in the pocket of his blazer. Instead, I just blink at him. Does it matter? Either way, he won’t be around very long.
Wyatt nods like I really did just answer him. “He made some poor choices last night. You were perfect, putting up with all of that.” He lifts his hand to the side of my neck, thumbing the collar through my shirt. “A little healthy fear will set him straight. I bought a new belt just for the occasion.”
Christ. I work to keep my face neutral.
Beatings have never been his M.O. with me. Except to make sure the silence was deep enough that not a damn thing earthside would illicit a fucking peep out of me, but he made it a point not to leave scars. He wants my body as perfect as my behavior. Otherwise, it’s all about the mind for this lunatic. Patient enough to find the trigger that will have me agreeing all on my own. He feels powerful, and I guess he is, for knowing just how to frame things, pinpointing what I want and need, even if I don’t realize.
“When it turned out he’d be staying longer than intended, I knew I couldn’t let the opportunity pass. He’s just too perfect,” Wyatt purrs.
What the fuck does that mean?
Wyatt stays silent and goes on reading my face while my thoughts snowball.
Shit. Why are you smiling at me like that?
Finally, he seems to have his fill of my reactions and squeezes my thigh. “It’s been quite a while since you took that many shocks, Emmy, and I can’t have you being stiff later,” he tells me, then pulls a tablet out of the desk drawer. “Do a yin yoga class—you haven’t eaten enough for anything else.”
I dip my head once in a nod.
He runs his thumb along my jaw before moving so I can hop off the desk.
The yoga is part of a whole distorted regimen. Wyatt wants my skeletal frame toned and flexible. “Not just skin and bones,” he says, but then goes on feeding me one meal a day. There’s no way he doesn’t calorie count the shit out of everything that passes my lips to elicit what he wants but it’s never enough to truly exercise on. He’s had me try other things but I’d just pass out or throw up and he wasn’t willing to adjust the input to equal the output. I love the yoga anyway.
The clothes he has me wear are skin tight and all black because boy does he love to watch me move. “You’re so graceful,” he’ll croon, admiring his maintenance of my figure. In the beginning, I wasn’t flexible enough for his liking, so he’d push me in the stretches until I thought my muscles would snap. Sometimes he’ll have some look-the-other-way woman come in and wax every surface below my neck so that in a black yoga bra and practically-underwear shorts, I shine. Then, he’ll have me to do all sorts of other things.
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When I finish the video, an hour long, he waves me back over. He’s been watching me the whole time, a serene look on his face. He has me sit in front of him on the desk again. Prefers me up here, all within reach and eye-level. Carlos brings in our lunch in paper bags. It’s an endless rotation of delivery and takeout here. I can’t say I’ve ever seen a kitchen. Wyatt passes me a compostable bowl with a plastic lid. He knows this is one of my favorites.
I narrow my eyes.
The shit-eating grin comes back.
I don’t turn down the food though, despite the twisting in my stomach. Hunger strikes result in having a tube shoved down my throat. After all, my body is his wonderland. He eats a burrito, reclined in the chair with his feet on the desk next to me. Sips Coke out of a glass bottle and passes it to me. Purses his lips while he watches me hold it by the neck and take a swig before I hand it back. It fizzes down my throat sweetly.
Fuck, what is he planning?
It’s not strange to eat together or share a drink, but there’s something in his eyes today. An extra sparkle of anticipation. Last time he was like this, I wound up hanging from the ceiling for half a day. Contorted by silk rope knots into a goddamn living chandelier. The goonies had express permission to carry me after that one on account of my limbs turning to pins-and-needles jello.
After I finish eating, he tells me to find a book to pass the time. “I won’t have you getting sick later,” he says, pulling his phone out, dismissing me.
I move my ass before he moves it for me even though my sense of dread is deepening. I’ve made a fair dent in his library by now. Naturally, being a psychopath, Wyatt is well-read and intelligent. Lots of philosophy, social theory, plenty of psychology (but I feel like those must be a trap so I avoid them), books in other languages, and classic literature. I find it a little one-sandwich-short-of-a-picnic-basket that he wants his effectively-mute captive to also be well-read but it’s beyond me to try to understand his depraved logic.
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When he’s decided it’s time, he stands and walks over to where I’m curled up in the armchair by the bookcase. “Let’s get you ready,” he says, holding out his hand and leading me over to his desk.
My pulse hammers in my throat.
He picks up a crisp sopping bag, pulls out folded black clothes. I usually change after I shower but it’s always a roll of the dice with Wyatt, especially in this kind of mood. I’m surprised when he starts putting the clothes on over what I’m already wearing. It’s baggy sweatpants and a hoodie—also black—and then some sneakers. I can’t remember the last time I wore shoes. Next, he pulls a little case out of the bag and opens it to reveal earbuds.
Oh, hell. Not again.
We’ve done this before. He took me out to some fluorescent superstore, spread his goonies around on video calls to record me, and sat in the fast-food restaurant with his laptop. Read me a shopping list and watched me sweat through it. I nearly had a conniption at the register. It was one of three times he’s ever taken me out.
Wyatt smirks at the misgivings playing across my face and passes me an elastic for my hair. I pull it all into a low, tight bun and then he uses first-aid tape to secure the headphone inside my ear. I’d never dream of removing it myself, and he knows that, so whatever is about to happen to me puts it at risk of falling out. I haven’t felt this scared in a while and it’s making him smile even more.
I know being hopeless but no longer frightened provides an irresistible challenge. It’s not like I can help being resigned to his life for me, exactly as he intended. He doesn’t want me shitting-my-pants-afraid. It’s not about that. He could have made me vacant, and not just silent if he’d wanted but there’s a thrilling risk to pushing me. My psyche is his game of Jenga and he never loses. He knows how to manipulate, balance, and finesse every piece so that I’ll only ever wobble, dangerously close to collapse but always just shy, leaving him infinitely validated. So, I know he’d never put me in a position to truly break but I still fear the magnitude of the wobble. And the duration.
Wyatt has handed me gloves and is now holding up the last item from the bag. A clown mask.
Oh, god. Are we actually robbing someplace?
If I weren’t wearing so many clothes, I would be convinced I was in for some twisted, kinky shit, especially with these gloves. He ties the mask securely behind my head and I’m already sweating under the foamy rubber just imagining silently holding someone up. With a loaded weapon in my hand.
Fuck, Wyatt. Seriously?
He traces his fingers down my arms, pulling up my hands and helping me off the desk. Holding my arms out and looking me over like he’s seeing his prom date’s outfit for the first time and just knows that he’ll get to take it all off later. He drops my hands and pulls the hood of the sweatshirt over my head.
“Perfect,” he purrs and leads me down the hallway toward a door I haven’t entered in a very long time. I’m wearing too many clothes for what that room is usually used for. I hope.
Wyatt moves in front of me and pulls me close so our noses almost touch, lowers his voice in a way that is far from soothing. “If I’m not happy, with any aspect of your performance, I will personally tenfold it. Understood?” He searches my eyes one at a time. Left to right and back again.
I nod, stomach already somewhere by my feet.
He leaves me in the little hall, alone. There’s a yellow light bulb underneath a metal cage on the wall.
Sonofabitch. I’m terrified.
Naturally, I don’t move until Wyatt's voice comes over the headphone in my ear. “Go in. Close the door behind you.”
Calm down, Emma, you just have to survive this one thing right now. How bad can it be?
I take a deep breath and open the door, step in, and close it softly behind me, not sure what is waiting for me since it’s dark. My eyes don’t have time to adjust before the lights flick on.
All my blood runs cold. This is undeniably the ninth circle of Hell.
Wyatt lets me stand there, frozen, and unable to pull air into my lungs, for more than a few of my stuttering heartbeats before he finally gives me my next command,
“Emma, pick up the belt.”
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#whump#lady whump#masked whumper#creepy whumper#intimate whumper#h/c#captivity cw#torture cw#dehumanization cw#conditioning cw#hurt/comfort#puppet master whumper#things are about to change for emma#turning point#in a bad way#emma and august#anyone pick up on the inferno reference?#or am i the only nerd?
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i love how i woke up at 3 AM, wrote this down in my notes and immediately went back to sleep but-
tr/jjk crossover; if reader learns how to cook/bake so getou has something nice tasting to look forward to, what if getou learns how to play an instrument or reads something for reader so she can relax and only focus on him after a long day??? thanks 3 AM sleep deprived brain, i love it.
getou needs less daddy dom content and more softness istg i will scream otherwise that man is made for twisted love and hurt/comfort i have said it before and i will say it again
also i caved in. i now have an inui/vampire! reader nsfw story planned😩 stupid ass blondes istg. idk if you have seen it or clips of it (god the clips, i recommend em) but there is this newer anime called “The Case Study of Vanitas” and the protag is like… super into his vampire love interest manhandling him and biting him despite him “hating” vampires and that just screams inui i am sorry. he would so be a vampire hunter for the sole purpose of fulfilling his kinks and i am equally unamused and equally here for it tbh
and! new owlhouse/amphibia episodes yesterday! they were both sooo fucking good man. can’t believe amphibia parodied midsommar tho, one of my fav horror movies it legitimately made me wheeze
welp thats all my chaotic brain can offer rn. man i should sleep more
take this hanma art whose artist i didnt see instead
-🌌momo
the way i just vividly imagined you snapping awake like squidward having a crisis, jotting all this down, then passing back out in a sea of pillows like you were possessed by the spirit of a literal ghost writer 😂
ok but reader who learns to cook with really strong flavors or unconventional dishes purely in search of something to mask the taste of curses?? Only having what Getou (poorly) explains eating them taste like. So you studious look into every flavor group there is. Switching them up often, sour to sweet to savory to salty and so on, so Getou's tastebubs never get use to it. In an attempt give him something to think about instead of the lingering taste of nasty curses. Leading to making him cute little bento boxes for lunch, elaborate baked goods and dishes that are ever testing your cooking know how but in a good way. Getou almost ending up pavlov'ed to expect your treats after a mission. Just shaving away the little bit of wretchedness his technique comes with. I'm sorry cooking/baking is my love language and Getou deserves it all 🥺🥺🥺
stupid blond libras not like I've been staring at Rindou or anything I hate blond libras so much I hate em
I've never heard of the show but tbh you know what that seems like canon Inui at this point. He's like those god awful clips of ghost hunters antagonizing ghosts on tape but he's trying to find a vampire basically to fuck. Vampire lady? Vampire dude? Doesn't matter if they suck his blood Inui is ready to do it for anything. This. This is the crap Koko is talking about. We were all scornful towards him for being homophobic. Nope, Koko just got tired of being the camera man to Inui's bullshit as he went to a cemetery at 3 am like "It's me, ya boi Seishu, and my neck is looking mighty tasty if there's any vampires out here." This, this is the reason Koko keeps telling him to leave him alone I know it 😐
THAT'S WHY THOSE STUPID GOWNS AND SHIT LOOKED FAMILIAR I KNEW IT WAS A HORROR MOVIE BUT I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT WHICH ONE (bc i am a weenie and do not like scary movies)
ok but real talk? The way I almost snapped my neck and spit my coffee out when young King Andreas started talking and I realized it was Zeno Robinson. And he was using his Hanma voice 🥺 So great now I have to root for Andreas to not really be a bad guy and hope that he does the right thing in the end. Thanks a lot Zeno Robinson 🙄
Owl House though? I was surprised to see Rain (probably) working with Darius. Like I got him in a different light sure when he was tolerating/being kinda nice to Hunter in last weeks episode. But I 100% didn't see him possibly being a good guy honestly. Terra on the other hand every time I see her I hate her more. And if Eda and Rain don't reunite and kiss at the end of this bullshit I'm gonna flip my very gay table 😶
that's actually one of my favorite Hanma artist ♡ I found all their art via pinterest and I just really adore how they draw his face and his stature and all of it ♡ asdfghjkl idc if I'm having a rindou brain rot air. Hanma is my ride or die and I will move several different countries for this man 😤
#takes one picture of hanma#and im back on my shit#i love him im guilty i love that man and i would skip countries for him#yall can be mean about him being stinky and gross from being homeless but#still love him#will tenderly wash his hair and give him my soaps and my towel and wash his clothes for him#dont care if he's stinky he's my stinky and i love him#even if he smells like unwashed hair#asdfghjkl the way i vibrated when king anderas was zeno though#disgusting a thousand years jail for me#🌌.♡#three.talks
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TVD 9x06 (part 2) Enjoy! =)
Cut to- Damon’s car. Damon, Klaus, and Tyler are following the Mayor’s limo, heading to the mansion’s location.
TYLER: Should we really be trusting these people? They are completely wacko.
DAMON: I really don’t care how fucked up they are as long as they lead me to Bonnie.
KLAUS: You are aware that they have an ulterior motive? They are not doing this out of the kindness of their hearts.
DAMON: I know, I’m not an idiot. But I made a deal with the vampiress chic, and I’ll pay up when the time comes.
KLAUS: What kind of a deal? (Teasing) Did you sign your eternal soul?
TYLER: (Sarcastic) Well, that be a crappy ass deal for her.
KLAUS: Good one, Lockwood, and here I thought you had no sense of humor.
DAMON: Shut up… (They pull into a long dirt road, in the middle of the woods. The location is, in fact, Matt’s old house, but the scenery is no way near what it was… they get out of the car, and gather with the Madame, Edward, and the Strange Man).
DAMON: (To the Madame) What is this place?
MADAME: The freaky old mansion, love.
DAMON: I mean, how…?
MADAME: Darling, we are dealing with something that is way beyond your comprehension; so, trust me, and do what I say, understood? Now, listen very close, all of you, we are about to enter two very different realities; one is, in fact, real, the other, is not. Once we are inside it might be hard to tell them apart, so follow my lead and don’t, under any circumstance, let your guard down or you will get lost… and god knows you don’t want to be lost there…
DAMON: All I care about is finding Bonnie.
MADAME: Well, you better learn how to pretend you don’t. He knows your weaknesses; and make no mistake, he will play them against you.
DAMON: I’ll be fine; I know his mind games.
MADAME: With all due respect, dear, but you really don’t.
STRANGE MAN: So, shall we?
KLAUS: (To Damon and Tyler) As agreed, Damon you focus on finding Bonnie, Lockwood, on Matt, me on Danae.
MADAME: (To Edward) Dear, are you certain you want to come along?
EDWARD: Absolutely; I have some pending matters with our old friend; plus, I must admit, I’m quite intrigued by all the drama.
MADAME: Alright, gentleman (they all hold hands); remember, things aren’t what they seem. If you believe the illusion is real, whatever happens to you will happen to you in reality… keep that in mind, at all times. Ready? (They nod) Here we go…
Cut to – The Salvatore house, everyone waiting in the living for Damon, Klaus, Tyler, and Matt.
CAROLINE: Where are they? They are taking too long.
STEFAN: Damon’s phone goes straight to voice message…
CAROLINE: I knew he was going to make a move without us! Why do I even bother?
ELENA: I still can’t believe everything that has happened… (To Caroline) How could you leave me out of the loop like this?
CAROLINE: (Snaps) Really, Elena? Bonnie is MIA, going through god knows what, and you are pissed because we left you out? Jesus Christ! Get over yourself!
ELENA: (Snaps back) Hey! What the hell is wrong with you!?
SAM: Sorry to butt in, but I really don’t think this is the best time to pick a fight.
CAROLINE: He’s right. Sorry; I’m just worried about Bonnie.
ELENA: So am I, Care.
LEXI: So, what should we do? I don’t think they are coming back any time soon…
STEFAN: I say we go find Matt ourselves; Sergei can stay here to take care of the girls and Katherine.
RADKA: Ric? What do you think?
ALARIC: I agree; we need to move. Let’s go to the Mayor’s house, see if they are there, and if they’re not, maybe we can find out where they’ve gone to.
SERGEI: Go; I’ll keep an eye on the girls and Ms. Pierce.
Cut to – freaky old mansion; inside Darius’s illusion realm; now in some sort of cabaret bar. Bonnie is singing on stage; the masked audience, completely mesmerized, stare in admiration. She feels her power, her overwhelming beauty, and sexuality; she has absolute control over every single one of them. Darius, whos is seating in front, can’t take his eyes off her...
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A strange man, sitting next to Darius, initiates a conversation.
STRANGE MAN: She truly is unique, and absolutely mesmerizing… Marie would be proud. (Darius gets confused by his comment; the stranger takes his mask off). Hello, old friend…
DARIUS: No… how?
STRANGE MAN: Oh, Darius, you know, how.
DARIUS: Where is she?
STRANGE MAN: She’s somewhere around here, helping her new buddy, Damon; I believe you are acquainted with him? Boy, you’re in trouble now… and I’m not only talking about our mutual friend… (Looks at Bonnie) She and the vamp share a psychic bond which not even you can break, sorry to spoil your bubble; thought you had figured that out by now… denial, I’m guessing. Word of advice, Darius, stop letting your arrogance and obsessions take over; you are getting very sloppy and you know how vengeful she can be. You should have known better than to piss off the Madame, and here I thought you were the genius. You know, Edward might be just a human, but he surely knows how to play his cards better…
DARIUS: You may have managed to come inside, but you are in my world now, I’m the one in control, so good luck with that (winks). (As Bonnie is singing with more intensity, the audience members start to randomly disappear, Darius looks around, uncertain of what is going on).
STRANGE MAN: Are you sure you are the one in control? (He laughs and fades away; Darius gets up and walks on stage, starts clapping).
DARIUS: My love, you were magnificent! Now, how about we join our guests in the ballroom?
BONNIE: But I’m not finished…
DARIUS: Love, the audience is gone…
BONNIE: Oh, I can fix that (new audience members start to appear; no masks and some familiar faces… Caroline, Elena, Grams, Mr. Bennett, Mrs. Bennett, Matt, Damon, Stefan, Jeremy, Enzo… Darius looks very worried, but tries to play along).
DARIUS: Impressive; I told you, you can do anything you set your mind to (kisses her cheek). Okay, you can sing them one last song; then we’ll go get ourselves a drink.
BONNIE: Are you trying to control me?
DARIUS: Of course, not. Just thought you might want to freshen up.
BONNIE: Well, I don’t. When I feel like having a drink, I’ll get one myself.
Cut to – Darius’s room, he opens his eyes. A freaky scientist enters the room, injects him with more serum. Darius closes his eyes again. Back to the illusion realm, Darius and Bonnie are now in the ballroom, dancing. Damon and the Madame walk in.
DAMON: Bon… (as he is about to go to her, the Madame grabs his arm).
MADAME: Don’t be a fool, dear. You don’t want to do that.
DAMON: But she is…
MADAME: She is not; I told you, things aren’t what they appear. Let me handle this, just stay here and don’t move until I come back. (She approaches Bonnie and Darius) May I cut in?
DARIUS: No, you can’t.
BONNIE: Love, don’t be rude. He is all yours, I’ll go grab myself a drink (kisses his cheek and walks away. As she is walking towards the bar, she sees Damon and stops. Who is he? Why does he seem so familiar?
DAMON: (Staring back, whispers to himself) Bon… (he hears a voice in his head).
MADAME: Damon, don’t. The time will come; for now, just ignore her and let her go.
DAMON: (Trying as hard as he can to fight the urge to run to her, and hold her in his arms, but he gets lost in those hypnotic hazel eyes)… Screw this! (He runs to Bonnie). Bon! (Hugs her) Thank god you are alright!
BONNIE: (Looking confused, she doesn’t know this man, yet somehow, she feels like she’s known him forever…) Who are you?
DAMON: It’ me, Bon…
DARIUS: (Darius and the Madame see they are interacting) I thought you said you had him under control!
MADAME: Well, what can I say, he’s a stubborn one...
(He rushes to where Damon and Bonnie are, grabs her hand) Love...
DAMON: Don’t you fucking touch her! (hits him violently and brings him to the ground; grabs his neck) I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch!
BONNIE: (With her powers, drags Damon away from Darius) Stay away from him.
DAMON: Bon, listen to me, this is an illusion, he’s playing mind games with you… you need to snap out of it!
Change take to - Edward (who has been who knows where) joining the Madame as she watches the scene unfold.
MADAME: Love, where were you?
EDWARD: Around. (Looking at Darius beaten on the ground) I hope he beat some sense into him. (Sees Bonnie) Who is that?
MADAME: That’s the link, dear.
EDWARD: Well, you forgot to mention how breathtaking she is… You must introduce us.
MADAME: I can, but, just so you know, she has a thing with the Salvatore.
EDWARD: That vampire experiment? He is not worthy, a goddess such as her deserves a real man, not a savage.
MADAME: Look at you, you don’t even know her and you are already jealous.
EDWARD: I just can’t understand why 10s date bellow their range…
MADAME: Well, they aren’t actually dating. Just before all of this went down, they confessed their love for each other; but now, she doesn’t seem to remember, thanks to Darius’s little tricks. Isn’t that tragic?
EDWARD: As much as I hate him, I’ll have to thank him for that. I might actually have a shot… come on, introduce.
MADAME: I will, but not now; things are about to get real ugly…
Change take- back to Damon, Bonnie, and Darius. Darius is wounded on the floor, Bonnie is standing still, looking somewhat dazed. Damon stares deep into her eyes.
DAMON: Bon… Bon??
BONNIE: (Slowly begins to react…) I… I think I do know you…
DAMON: You do... it’s me, Bon-Bon... the Robin to your Batman, remember? Please, look at me... you really need to snap out of it! (She hesitates...why does she feel so strongly for this stranger?)
DARIUS: (Still on the ground, talks to her through his thoughts). Love, don’t listen to him. He is only trying to confuse you...
BONNIE: I hate when people try to tell me what to do. (She transitions into an irritated state; her eyes become pitch black; everything begins to shake).
DAMON: Bon…? (He tries to grab her down and protect her with his body, but he can’t) Bon... I can't move, you need to get out of here! (As he desperately tries to tell her to leave, his voice, just as his body, seems to be put on pause).
Change take to - The Madame and Edward.
MADAME: Darling, our work here is done; time to go. (Holds his hand; they disappear).
Back to - Damon, Darius, and Bonnie.
DARIUS: (Darius finally regains the strength to get up; grabs her hand) Love, we need to leave...
BONNIE: Don’t call me love! And, don’t tell me what to do!
DARIUS: (Through his thoughts, using a voice that sounds exactly like her grams) Bonnie, don’t let it control you...
BONNIE: Get out of my head!!!!
She discharges a huge energy blast, brings everyone to the ground. The “guests” laying on the floor start to vanish, the only two left, unconscious, are Darius and Damon. She kneels down and caresses Damon’s cheek.
BONNIE: I’m sorry for doing this, you seem like a cool guy... I really wish we had the chance to get to know one another; yet, for some strange reason, I feel like we have... Well (kisses him on the cheek), maybe in another life. (Gets up; as she passes by Darius’s unconscious body, she skips over it with disdain; then, levitates out of the mansion and discharges another energy blast that burns the mansion to ashes. She disappears).
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Fast cars & Freedom: Drunk last night (7/?)
Summary: The gang celebrates a very Belated birthday for Ellie. A little alcohol makes some secrets come out. And ellie drops a bomb on one of the guys.
Pairing: Ellie x Logan, Ellie x Colt
Rating: Mature
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Over the next couple weeks Ellie and Luca spent A lot of time with both colt and Logan together and separate. Each forming a Bond with her. She knew both men wanted to have some kind of role in her life, as dad or an uncle. They decided to schedule the Paternity test, all 3 ready to know. Luca had a month left before school started, Ellie was adamant about showing here around parts of California, places that meant something to her growing up there. Logan planned for them to a race, see the track and meet the drivers. Colt planned a barbecue at his house for them, and so that Luca could meet Toby and ximena. And all 4 of them were going to the san diego zoo.
It was a Wednesday night, Ellie and Riya had their reoccurring girls night with Luca, while Darius kept Marcus. They would have dinner, paint nails and once Luca went to bed talk about everything they couldn't in front of the kids. On this particular night Riya was acting odd, constantly looking out the windows checking her phone. Ellie started to have a panic attack, the feeling took her back to running from the brotherhood. The doorbell rang, making her damn near jump out of her skin.
She walked over to the door with a shaky hand she turned the knob to see a girl standing there. “Stacie? Oh my god, what are you doing here?” Ellie threw her arms around the girl “I just moved here about two weeks ago and Riya invited me over. Ellie eyed her best friend “What are you up to?” Riya shrugged “Oh nothing. Ok don't get mad.” Ellie threw her hands up in the air “Oh god, what did you do now?”
“Don't get mad at me,” Stacie interrupted “I was talking to Riya about your birthday, and how you haven't celebrated one in 6 years.”
Riya stepped in “So we want to go out and celebrate your birthday a few months late. This Friday night.” Ellie grinned “You guys really?” she hugged them both “But I can't. I have Luca.” Riya shook her head “Nope. Already taken care of. Your dad is keeping Luca. My parents are in, they are keeping Marcus for Dare and I.”
This would be the first birthday that she got to celebrate since she turned 18. Back when the path of her life took a sharp left. They spent the rest of their night chatting before the two women headed home.
That Friday night Ellie, Stacie, Riya and Marcus walked into the hopping club, they were lead back to a private area where Logan stood a broad smile on his face. “Happy birthday, Troublemaker.” He pulled her into a huge, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. “Logan, you know its not really my birthday.”
“I know. But, we're making up for lost time. Just go with it.”
“Logan, you already know Darius and riya,” they said their hellos. “This is my friend Stacie from Langston.” stacie reached her hand out, Logan shook it “So you must be the notorious Logan I've heard so much about.” Logan cocked his brow at Ellie. “Hopefully all good things.” he smirked.
Ellie watched the interaction between the two, a hint of jealousy twinged in her chest.
Her eyes locked with a set of Dark ones standing at the VIP entrance. “Colt?”
“Dont look so surprised, Riya invited us.” She gave him a confused look just as Ximena and Toby came in. “You guys all came?” She grinned, she was excited to hang out with them and then she spotted someone standing off to the side. “Mona? Is that mona?” Colt shook his head. “Oh my God what are you doing here?” she wrapped her in a hug. “Good to see you too.” she could see a small smile threaten to break through her tough girl demeanor.
They all sat around the huge plush couches, a waitress bringing their drinks over. She found out Mona had gotten out of jail after spending 2 years in there. She headed east, but couldn't find a crew to settle in with. She came back to California and Colt gave her a job. After a few drinks ellie was feeling pretty giggly. She never drank more then a ritual cup of wine or two after a long week, or a particularly rough day. Colt looked over at her as she downed another shot. “You should probably slow down, you're gonna end up getting sick.” she rolled her eyes. “I'm fine thanks.”
Riya and Darius were off on the dance floor, Toby and colt were talking by the bar.“Is that bothering you?” Mona motioned to where Logan was talking to stacie. “No. Yes. I don't know.” Ellie sighed. “Feels like the old day, huh X.” Mona let out a loud chuckle. “How so?” Ellie furrowed her brow. “Oh sweetie, you're staring at Logan while Colt cant take his eyes off of you.” Ximena placed a comforting hand on her. “Colts not starting. Hes talking to Toby.”
She motioned to the two seemingly deep in conversation. “He may be talking. but his focus is on you.”
Ellie flicked her eyes up momentarily, sure enough locking with his deep browns. She could feel the heat filling her cheeks. “I need another drink.” she motioned for the waitress.
After a few drinks she decided to walk up to the bar where Colt had seemingly taken up residency. “So what, you just gonna ignore me all night?” her words came out with much more attitude than anticipated. Colt arched his brow “I'm not ignoring you.” Ellie slid up next to him, her side pressed against his. She placed her hands on the bar as if she were holding herself up and cocked her head to the sidez a mischievous smirk spread across her face. “What are you up to?” Colt cocked his brow at her. “Noooothing.” She giggled as she bit her lower lip. “ What do you say we sneak off to the bathroom and, you know.” She gently rubbed his arm. “Ellie..”
“Is something wrong? You don't. You don't want me?” her bottom lip began to quiver. “God No. No. Its not that. Its,” He ran his hand down his face “Jesus I cant believe im about to say this but. Ellie you're pretty drunk. And as much as I would love nothing to make you moan my name. I don't want to do that in some nasty ass bar bathroom.” He squeezed her hand. She pulled away, angry. “Whatever Colt. You could have just told me you thought I was gross.” She sneered walking away, disappearing into the crowd.
She found a corner away from everyone, she watched the people dancing on the floor, lost in thought.
“Enjoying yourself?” the deep voice pulling her from her drunken zone out. “Logan, Hi. Soooo kind of you to come talk to me.” she rolled her eyes. “Ok? Hey how about a dance?” He held his hand out for her. She took it stumbling as she stepped forward, breaking out in a cackle. “you alright?”
“Yuuup. Lets do this.” she followed him to the dance floor, wrapping her arms around him grinding her body against his. “Do you miss this?” She purred in his ear. “I'll always miss you ellie. But you're here now.”
She caught glimpse of Colt standing on the balcony, she could see his white knuckle grip on the railing from across the room. A thrill Rising inside of her.
She was still mad at him for leaving her behind all those years ago. She understood Logan's reasoning but colt? He could have went with her or he could have taken her with him. They were married, you don't just leave your wife behind. And she was even more pissed he turned her down. In her drunken state she could really care less for being mature about it.
Colts gaze was setting her on fire, a smirk played on her lips. She turned around, her back side pressed against Logan's chest, she laid her head against it. Letting the rhythm of the music fuel her movements as Logans hands gripped her sides. “We shouldn't do this El. God you feel so good though.” Logan's voice hoarse in her ear. She continued to grind against him, she locked eyes on Colt who looked as if he was going to rip the railing right off.
She shrugged him off, she was a grown woman who made her own choices. She didnt have to answer to anyone, especially not Colt Kaneko. She turned to face Logan, now completely in the moment. His hands crept up and down her sides, sending a pleasant warmth throughout her. It had been far to long since she had felt the strong hands of a man. “Kiss me colt.” she breathed out just inches from Logans lips. “Colt?” He pulled back, just as Colt pulled at her wrist. “Thats enough Ellie.”
She looked between the two, her head spinning. Did she really just call Logan Colt?
“We need to talk Ellie, alone.” Logan stared at her “She's not going anywhere with you. I think its time to go Ellie.” Colt snapped. “You dont have a claim on her Kaneko, who the hell do you think you are?” Logan stood his full height against him, colt easily matching him. “See pretty boy thats where you're wrong,” Colts lips twisted in a devilish smirk. “I think its time my wife went home.” Logans eyes went wide. “You're fucking lying.” He turned to Ellie, desperately searching her eyes “Hes lying right? Tell me hes lying Ellie.” Colts wicked smirk grew wider “Go on Mrs Kaneko. Tell him.”
Ellie looked between the two, her stomach churning, panic set in. “I. I. I think im gonna..” she leaned down puking all over Colts feet.
Logan let out a wild laugh “Well, I'll let you handle that.” Colt rolled his eyes as he walked away. “Come on El. Let's get you home.” Ellie started to walk losing her balance, colt grabbed ahold of her steadying her. He picked her up bridal style walking towards the exit. “Whats going on?” ximena question, and then looked down noticing the puke all over his legs and shoes. “Can you take ellie to her house? I'll follow you.” Ximena nodded. Colt laid ellie down in the back seat of Ximenas suv. “where are we going?” She moaned, her stomach churing. “were taking you home.” Ellie tried to sit up, panic written all over her face. “NO. My dad will kill me.” colt shook his head and chuckled “You're 25 years old Ellie, pretty sure he wont.”
They pulled up to her house, colt grabbing her from the car carrying her to the door. He rang the doorbell, nervously awaiting her father to answer. He had never formally met him, and he wasn't sure just how he would act but he wouldn't worry about that now. His only concern was getting Ellie home safely and into her own bed.
A few minutes later her father answered the door. His eyes widened at the sight “What happened?” he moved aside letting colt in. “She drank to much. I just wanted to.make sure she got home safe.”
“Hiiii Daddy.” Ellie groaned softly.
Her dad pointed him to her room, Colt got her inside laying her on the bed where Ellie started pulling off her dress. “wheres your pajamas.” He asked heading towards her dresser. “Hey! You'll see my underwear.” Ellie giggled.
“I've seen your underwear before, and you're in them right now.” He snorted as he rifled through her drawers. He found a tshirt and pulled it over her head. “Now. get some sleep.” He turned to walk away, Ellie already sound asleep. He walked out into the living room where her father stood. “Well, shes alseep. Sorry for bringing her home in that condition, I tried to tell her to slow down but, you know how she gets when she sets her mind to something.” Ellies dad chuckled “Yeah. I do.” he looked down at Colts legs, seeing the colorful stain of Ellies vomit.
“She ah. Puked on me.” he gave a nervous chuckle. “I figured that. Why dont we get your shoes cleaned up. I got a pair of sweat you can change into. We can wash your clothes, but its probably best you stay over.” Colt tried to argue but his words fell short. Her dad came back and handed him a pair of sweats and pointed him towards the bathroom. He gave him a blanket and pillow and Colt laid down, his mind going a mile a minute.
Just 6 years ago her father was investigating his father and the crew, and now he was laying in his house while ellie and Luca slept upstairs.
He woke the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee filling the air. He sat up from the couch looking towards the kitchen. “Morning Colt. Come get some coffee.” Colt stood, wiping the sleep from his eyes, he grabbed a mug and poured a cup, sitting at the table with her dad. “Thanks Mr Martin.”
“You're welcome, but its Frank. Call me Frank.” Colt nodded, the sides of his lips slightly pulling up. “So Colt, Can I ask you. what are your intentions with my daughter and granddaughter if you are her father?” Frank cut right to the chase catching him off guard.
“Well Frank, I do not have a doubt in my mind that Luca is mine. And as far as Ellie,” He collected his thoughts “As far as Ellie,I still love her. And if she would have me, I would like nothing more then to spend the rest of my life taking care of them both.” Frank sipped his coffee, nodding his head. “You know, I believe you. But what makes you so sure that Luca is yours?” colt sat his coffee cup down “Call it intuition. I just have a feeling and usually my feelings are right.”
They were interrupted by the sounds off footsteps coming down the stairs. “Morning sunshine.” Frank smirked Ellie groaned as she mindlessly made her way to the coffe pot, pouring a cup of coffee. She sat down at the table her eyes instantly locking with Colts. “what are you doing here so early?”
“I'll give you two a minute.” Frank got up and went up to his room.
“Your dad let me stay over. I wanted to make sure you were ok.” He smirked. Ellies eyes snapped shut remembering the nights events. “Oh god. I puked on you.”
“You did. But your dad tossed my stuff in the wash. It's all good.”
“Colt. You told Logan. Why did you do that?”
“I can't stand how he walks around so smug all the time. Like he's better because he is a semi famous race car driver now.” He scoffed.
“Colt. He isn't better than you. You aren't better than him. You guys have got to stop this pissing contest, its been 6 years. Thats a long ass piss.” she giggled, causing colt to chuckle. “Yeah, maybe you're right.”
“We do need to talk about it though. I was under the impression that you got the annulment Colt. Why,” She took a deep breath “Why didnt you?”
“Because When I asked you to marry me, it wasnt because we were under the stress of the what ifs.”
“Colt..”
“Dont. I don't need to hear it.”
“We were just so young. And were practically strangers now, its just. I think its better if we.”
“If we what?” He cocked his brow
“I think it's best if we get a divorce.” the words came out so rushed she barely understood them herself. But the look of absolute hurt on his face told her that he understood every word.
“You never gave us a chance. And now you're back, with my daughter and you want a divorce? Ellie we could be a family. You won't even try?”
“Colt. im sorry. Im not saying that nothing could ever happen with us. But if it does, I want to start fresh.” She didn't try to correct him about being Ellie's father, he was hell bent on it and it would just add insult to injury.
Colt stood up Grabbing his eyes from the coffee table. “You night now believe it yet Ellie, but I'm going to prove to you that we belong together. Do what you gotta do." he walked to the door, pausing for a minute. "You know they say a drunk persons actions are a sober persons thoughts. And last night, told me alot.kore then you're letting on." He closed the door behind him. She heard his motorcycle start up and take off down the street.
She knew he was sort of right. She never did fully get over either of them. But she couldnt throw herself into a relationship with one of them, not right away. She had Luca to think about afterall.
She pulled out her phone finding Logans number. She sent him a text, telling him she was sorry. A few minutes later she received a text back saying “I need some time. I will call u when im ready to talk.”
She had only been back a short time, but oh what a tangled web she had weaved.
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It’s Complicated (Part 7)
Trevante Rhodes x Reader
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You packed all your stuff and took a last minute flight back home. Before your flight took off you text Ava and Maya telling them you were going home because of an emergency. You tried sleeping on the plane ride home but couldn’t stop thinking about what happened with Trevante. Eventually you fell asleep and woke up right before your plane landed. Fortunately for you the airport wasn’t busy so you were able to be out and in a cab in minutes.
It was late when you made it home so you tried to keep from waking everyone up. You immediately went to your bedroom you stood in the doorway and watched as Roman slept. Changing clothes you get in the bed putting Roman’s arms around you. As you slowly start to drift off until you felt him kiss your neck, you turn around kissing him on the lips. Laying in his chest your eyes start to close and you were sleep.
Later that morning you woke up to find Roman missing. Walking downstairs you see Ty sitting on the floor playing with Kayla, you go in the kitchen and get yourself a glass of water and sit on the couch.
“Where’s everyone?” You asked.
“Roman went to work, dad and Darius went to get breakfast.”
“You’re back early.” Ty continues.
You sat quietly not responding to anything Ty was saying and she finally sat next to you snapping you out of your daze.
“Hellooo Y/N!” She says snapping her fingers at you.
“Yeah” You respond looking at Ty.
“What’s wrong?”
You take a deep breath before you say anything to her.
“If I tell you promise that you won’t get made or say anything to anyone.” You say.
“Please don’t tell me it had to do with Trevante.”
You gave her a look and she automatically knew what was going on.
“Are you fucking serious Y/N?”
“I didn’t do anything he kissed me.”
“And let me guess you kissed him back.”
“No...well kinda. It all happened so fast and when I realized what was going on I left. That’s why I’m back two days early just please don’t say anything to anybody.”
“Okay I won’t. Just know if I ever see Trevante or if he ever tries this shit again I’m gonna kill him.”
You hug Ty as your dad and brother come through the door with breakfast.
Monday morning you were back at work you’d been back from Paris for a few days and you honestly wanted nothing more than to be back home. After responding to numerous emails and calls you went to a meeting. When the meeting was over you went back to your office as soon as you sat at your desk Ava knocked on your door. You wave her in and she comes in and stands at your desk.
“Are you busy?” Ava asks.
“Nope not at the moment.”
“Okay because I need to talk to you about Trevante.” She says sitting down.
Your heart dropped and you held your breath praying that she didn’t say anything about what happened in Paris.
“Oh...ok-okay” You studder.
“So Trevante and I have been having problems and I really want us to work because I love him so much.” Ava starts to say but becomes silent.
“But?” You say.
“But whenever he plans something or I plan something for us work constantly gets in the way and I would just say it’s me but it’s him too. We’re both workaholics and I thought that once we were married things would slow down a bit but it’s getting crazier. And I brought him to Paris to try and salvage our relationship but it didn’t really help much and with our anniversary coming up I don’t know what to do.”
“I’m the last person you should be getting relationship advice from but I would say just take some time off...both of you. Take a week or two and go to Hawaii or something no work calls or anything just the two of you relaxing and enjoying each other’s company.”
“Yeah you’re right. I think wanna plan a anniversary party or something for us but I have a feeling he’s doing something already. He’s just been secretive the past couple weeks so I don’t know what to think.”
“You’ll be fine.” You tell her standing up from your desk and in front of her.
“I have and idea you and Trevante seem to get along really well I saw you two talking at your party I feel like he’s comfortable with you.
You stop and look at Ava confusingly.
“C’mon Y/N can you just be his friend to see what he’s planning and if you think he’s not doing anything just let me know and then you’re done.”
“Ava I don’t know if I can do that.” You tell her.
“It’s fine you don’t have to i just...never mind.”
“Fine I’ll do it.” You sigh. Knowing that you’d regret it.
“Thank you. I’ll invite Tre to lunch tomorrow and we’ll see what happens.”
Ava hugs you and walks out of your office as you sat on your desk knowing you just made a big ass mistake.
That night you laid in bed with Kayla waiting for Roman to come home. Once Kayla went to sleep you put her in her bed while putting her in her bed you heard your front door open. You looked downstairs and saw Roman walking up. Roman showered and sat on the bed with his back against the headboard. You layed your head on his lap and continued watching TV.
“I think we should start planning our wedding.” You say.
“We need to set a date first.” Roman laughs.
“Yeah I know but we’ve been engaged for almost a year and haven’t started anything.”
“Okay! Do you have any ideas about what you want?”
“No!”
“See that’s why we’ve been engaged this long.” He laughs again.
“If we start planning I can get an idea of what we want and then we can move forward with everything else.”
“Okay.”
The next day you were at lunch with Ava and Trevante. You wish you would’ve convinced maya to come along but you knew Ava probably wouldn’t have wanted that. As you waited for your food Ava’s phone rings and she gets up to answer it. She comes back to tell you she has to go and you get up to leave with her. She tells you to stay and see what Tre is up to before leaving you alone with him. You sit down across from Trevante sat on his phone.
“I really don’t want to be here I’m only here because Ava wants me to spy on you.”
“Spy on me for what?” Trevante says.
“She wants to know what you’re planning for your anniversary.”
“I was planning something but why did she send you why didn’t she just ask herself?”
“I don’t know it’s your wife you ask her.” You yell getting up from the table. Trevante grabs your arm and asks you to sit.
“Is this about Paris because if so then I’m sorry I know I shouldn’t have done what I did.”
“Then why did you do it?”
“Honestly because I missed you I miss you being together and I know I’m never gonna have the same feelings for Ava that I have for you. I mean I love her and everything but you were different.”
“Trevante I can’t do this right now...I’m not doing this right now. I’m done with you no more trying to be cordial and be friends I’m don’t I don’t want nothing else to do with you.” You yell getting up again and leave going back to work.
You go back to work and sit in your office when you get a call from Ty. When you answered the phone she could sense something was wrong but you told her everything was alright. But Ty knows you better than anybody and tried to convince you to tell her. Knowing if you told her she would get mad you tried lying to her again but she didn’t by that either. You finally told her about Ava and Trevante and she didn’t seem as upset as you thought she’d be.
“If you want my honest opinion Y/N I think you’re putting yourself in this situation for a reason. You say you done want anything to do with him and that you’re over him but soon as an opportunity comes where you can be alone with him you take it. I don’t know if it’s because you have feelings for him still or if it’s something else but you need to fix it before you fuck shit up with Roman.”
“I know.” You say.
You start to tear up when you see Ava, you wipe your face and hang up the phone. Ava opens the door and stands in the door way.
“Hey so what happened? Did you find out anything?”
“Uh yeah he’s throwing you a anniversary party.”
“Seriously? Do you know when or where it’s gonna be?”
“No we didn’t get to that, he had to leave so we didn’t get to everything.” You lied.
“Well at least now I know what he’s up to.” She leaves and goes back to her office.
A Month Later
You got Kayla ready for bed and stayed with her in her room until she went to sleep. You walk downstairs to get something to drink and see Roman sitting in the couch watching tv. Grabbing a cup and filling it with wine you sit next to Roman putting your head on his shoulder.
“Hey baby! What’s wrong?” Roman asks.
“Nothing just tired.”
“Then come on and we can go upstairs.”
“No not yet I just got comfortable.”
“Alright twenty minutes and we’re going to bed.”
“Alright.” You say as you take a sip on your wine.
“Oh yeah I almost forgot we got an invite to Ava and Trevante’s anniversary party next week.”
Knowing you been dodging the invite you look down at your glass hoping you didn’t have to explain.
“How did you hear about it?” You ask.
“I got and email from Ava apparently we still hadn’t sent our RSVP and invites went out weeks ago. And whenever she asks you you tell her you’re gonna do it but I guess you hadn’t so she emailed me.”
“About that...do you think we can skip it?”
“Why don’t you want to go?”
“I...I just don’t. I mean if you want to you can go without me.”
“No I’m not gonna do that just tell me why you don’t wanna go.”
“Fine. Whatever I’ll go.” You say not wanting to argue. You take your glass and sit it on the counter before walking upstairs to go to bed.
The night of Ava’s anniversary party you and Roman drove to the venue. At the party you kept your distance and sat with Roman in the back. You were there for a couple of hours and hadn’t been noticed by Ava or Trevante yet so you stayed low. As much as you didn’t want to be there you had to admit it was actually nice. Later on Ava gave a speech thanking everyone for coming and about her love for Trevante. While she spoke you couldn’t help but feel bad because you knew how Trevante really felt about their relationship. When Ava was done speaking Trevante began to talk, he talked about Ava and their relationship and every word he spoke was a lie. Not wanted to hear any more of what he had to say you went out to the patio since no one what out there. You paced around taking deep breaths and you started to feel tears coming down your face. Roman comes outside to check on you and noticed you crying.
“What’s wrong Y/N?” Roman rushes to you.
“Nothing I’m fine can we just go.”
“No Y/N talk to me something is wrong. First you tried to avoid coming here. And now you’re out here crying and won’t talk to me. Just tell me what’s going on.”
“I don’t wanna talk about it can we just leave.” You say walking past Roman to go back inside.
“Y/N just fucking talk to me!” Roman raises his voice and you turn around.
“Roman...can we do this at home I’ll explain everything?”
He sits down and you know he’s not going anywhere until you tell him what’s up. You stand in front of him taking a deep breath before you start to speak.
“I honestly don’t know where to start so I guess I’ll start from the beginning, me and Trevante were sleeping together.”
“What?”
“It was before me and you got together and I broke it off when I found out he was in a relationship... with Ava. I tried to avoid him but that was impossible since his wife is my boss so I decided to at least be okay with him being around. And then when we were in Paris he kissed me and a few weeks ago he told me how he really felt about me.”
You didn’t want to tell Roman everything but once you started talking you couldn’t stop and told him everything. You look at Roman as he stands up and walks past you and back up to you.
“Are y’all okay?”
You hear a voice and see Trevante standing in the door. Roman moves you to the side and charges at Trevante. They shove each other then Roman punches Trevante in the face. Roman hits Trevante a couple more times before he falls over. You pull Roman back as Trevante sat on the floor looking at you. By this point most of everyone inside could see what was going on and started to watch.
“What the fuck is your problem man.” Trevante says getting up.
You walk towards Trevante and stop halfway before turning around to look at Roman. You open your mouth to say something but Roman charges him again.
“Roman stop!” You yell grabbing him. “He’s Kayla’s dad.” You don’t know what you said it but you did.
“What?” Roman looks at you.
“What did you just say?” You hear Ava say from behind you.
You and Roman turn around to see Ava with a hurt and confused look on her face.
“Trevante is Kayla’s dad. Ava I’m so sorry I-” You began to sob as Ava walks away.
Trevante runs after Ava leaving you and Roman outside as everyone continued to watch.
“It was him this whole time. All these years and Trevante is Kayla’s dad and you couldn’t tell me.” Roman yells.
You start to cry harder as Roman left you out on the patio before leaving the party. Maya comes outside and walks you to her car to take you home.
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(AoT Scenario) When They Go On An Expedition
A/N: Got a request or idea? Leave it below in the comments
Eren
"Please be careful Eren. Don't overexert your Titan form." I say as he stands next to his horse ready to leave for an expedition, one that I was not on after hurting my arm. "I'll be careful, don't worry." He says while hugging me tightly. "I love you, so don't die." I say and he nods. "I love you too Y/N. I won't die, because for as long as I live, I'm fighting for a free world for us." He says kissing my forehead before jumping on his horse. "I'll be back before you know it Y/N." He says with a cheeky grin before speeding off. I scoff with a smile and shake my head. "You idiot...We'll have a free world one day."
Armin
"A...Armin!" I yell out as I run towards him. "Hey Y/N." He says before I engulf him in a tight hug. "Be safe out there, alright! I want you to come back." I say before getting a rub on the back. "I'll always come back to you." I let go and he gets on his horse. "Promise?" I ask as I hold his hand gently before he left. "I promise." He says before riding off.
Jean
"I'll be alright, trust me." Jean says as he runs the back of his hand down my cheek. "B...but that's what M...Marco said, and now h...he's de-" "Y/N." Jean says, snapping me out of my trance and making me look at him. "I'm not gonna die. I've got plenty of good, no, great soldiers who've got my back if anything happens. Even Eren. He may hate me, but when the time comes, he'll save anyone." He says and I take a deep breath before wiping my tears and nodding. "Okay...I trust you to come back in 1 piece." I tell him before he hugs me tightly. "Come on Jean. They want us out there now." Connie says as he walks past. "Okay, thanks. Y/N, I will come back to you, that is a promise." He says before kissing my cheek, running off and leaving me at the stables.
Erwin
"Erwin!" I chime as I open the door to his office. I stop and quickly salute as I see Darius Zackry, the one man who was in charge of the Commanders. "Sorry, Sir!" I say and he smiles. "Who is this lovely young lady Commander?" Darius asks as he turns to Erwin. "This is Y/N L/N. An excellent soldier and an even better girlfriend." Erwin says with a smile and I blush as Darius laughs. "You're lucky. Keep her, she seems nice. Pleasure meeting you cadet." Darius says and I salute again, straightening up as he walks past me and out the door. I let out a long breath and walk over to Erwin. "Sorry...I didn't interrupt anything important, did I?" I ask and he smiles, shaking his head "No, Darius just wanted to know what tomorrows expedition will hold." I hug him gently. "You be careful tomorrow. As much as a friend Levi is, I don't think the cadets want him or Hange as their new Commander. So you'd better come back alive Erwin." I say and he chuckles. "I always do come back."
Levi
I sigh, walking down the halls. Tomorrow, Levi was going out on an expedition with the other squad leaders and the Commander. I knock on Levi's door and hear a faint grumble of 'come in' before I entered his room slowly, making sure not to annoy him. I struggle to hold back a laugh as I saw him with his head on the desk. "Um...Levi?"I say quietly, causing him to groan and lift his head up. "What is it Y/N?" He mumbles, slamming his head back onto the table. "I just wanted to spend this evening with you before you left tomorrow." I say nervously as his head rises from the desk. He glared at me and scoffed before laying back down. "No. I'm busy." He says, shooing me out. "Busy doing what? You're just laying on your de-" "I said I was busy! Stop fucking bothering me! If you wanna dick around and talk, go find someone else." He growls and I gasp at his sudden tone. "O...ok...we...well, good luck tomorrow..." I say before rushing out before my tears bothered him. I run to my room, trying not to bump into anyone, and hide under my blanket while facing the wall. I whimper and close my eyes, crying myself into a sad slumber.
Time Skip
My eyes flutter open, expecting to see the sun. My expectations flew out of the window when I saw a soft, sleeping face. He groans and pulls me closer. "You're up early brat." He says with a smirk and I nod quickly, still feeling sad about yesterday evening. "M...Morning L...Lev-" "Forget about last night. I was balls deep in work and four-eyes somehow managed to convince me into drinking liquor. I took my anger out on you when I shouldn't have. I'm sorry." He says, resting my head against his chest. "We can spend some time here before I leave this afternoon." I smile and wrap my arms around his muscular chest. "We should do this more often. It's...it's nice." He says with a small smile and I kiss his cheek quickly. "I agree!"
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Lost and found
a fanfiction for @baviktor :3
So yea you wanted a ff you will get one if you want or not >:3
Sorry if my english is bullshit somewere I tried my best- xDD
„I HATE YOU!“
The door slammed shut when Viktor stomped out of Jayces Room and it was followed by a all consuming silence. It was now a year that they were a couple now and everything was perfectly fine, at least most of the times. Sure they argued here and there sometimes but that was normal right? They fight and after that they would cuddle for hours in front of Jayces TV or they would do....other stuff. But every time the fight would end in one way or another and they would never part ways in an argue. But not this time.
Jayce groaned and let himself fall into his, way too big for one person, bed. This time he really fucked up. Good job. He didn't just forgot their anniversary. That would be something that Viktor would never be so pissed about. Sure he would mock him for all eternity how forgetful he was and he would say ,It's because your ego is way to big. You oversee a lot with that thing' as always but the reason why he slapped him a few moments ago with tears in his eyes was because he saw how he flirted with Lux in his doorway when she came across. He was so fucking stupid. He had done it to annoy Ezreal a bit. How could he know that in exactly that moment his boyfriend would come around the next corner because he wanted to borrow a book for his next Battle lesson from him? After that the book was forgotten of course. Jayce had tried to explain but it seemed that Viktor was already to listen and that Jayce stepped the first time too far.
“I'm sorry”
He sighed and closed his eyes. Sometimes, late at night when he couldn't sleep, and Viktor was by his side he thought about them. How it came to the point that this stubborn, annoying, always arguing, shy, cute, intelligent and wonderful person in his arms ended up with the biggest jerk in school. How he deserved him. And how he could tolerate all his bullshit even when he always had a hard time to deal with other people. Maybe, he thought, when his mind drifted to one of these nights, were a sleeping Viktor would lie beside him, peaceful and so beautiful in the moonshine, he could do all this because he was the most perfect being in the universe. At least for Jayces miserable life. And maybe he would lose him after that forever. This thought was extremely painful. “You know what you had when you lost it”, Viktor sometimes said whenever Jayce lost something again. A tool or a book but never in his life he realized how true these words were than now were he had lost him.
The days after that incident were pure hell for Jayce. Viktor didn't appear in any class they had together and no one had seen him either.
“He will come back. Give him time.”
Darius patted him on his shoulder, maybe a little too hard.
“Sure he was hurt but he is a smart guy. He will realize soon how worthless you are without him and that you need him and that you of all people know that and would never risk that. Trust me he will come back to you”
Jayce snorted and buried his face in his hands. “Thanks for you encouraging words Darius but.....please stop-”, he mumbled. “You are not helping.”
“Maybe you should talk with one of the teachers”, Darius offered and looked over the heads of the students in the cafeteria. “There is your house professor. Ask him if he knows something about Vik”
Darius was a jerk, just as Jayce himself, but not as intelligent and maybe a bit too straight forward sometimes. But this time his idea was actually useful. So Jayce stood and made his way threw the groups of students to the desk were all the teachers sat and talked.
“Uhm....Professor Swain?”
His teacher looked up at him. “Yes?”
“Could we talk for a moment?”
And his gaze traveled to the other teachers for a split second.
“Alone?”
Professor Swain frowned and eyed him intensely. Then he nodded, said goodbye to Professor LeBlanc and Graves and asked him to follow him. They ended up in his office and Jayce searched for words while his Professor sat down behind his large desk, full with paperwork and notes.
“You are here because of Viktor, am I right?”
Jayce closed his mouth and stared into Swains stabbing red eyes. It was as if he would analyze him and could read his mind and he hated that. But he nodded and sat down in one of the chairs in front of the Professors desk. “He did not appear in class for a while now and....I am worried. No one saw or heard from him.”
“That's because”, Swain began and leaned into his chair. Hands crossed before him on the table. “He is not in school anymore.”
Jayces heart sank into his stomach and suddenly he felt very ill and nauseous. “What?”
Swain closed his eyes. “He left a few days ago. Said his parents needed his help. We both know that this was a lie. He ran away from something. I could not stop him no matter what I said and he was on the edge of tears the most time of our conversation.”
His eyes found Jayces blue ones again.
“Whatever it was. You were the reason, right?”
Jayce gulped. But nodded. It was useless to lie now.
“I see.”
The Professor stood and turned to the large window behind him, arms crossed behind his back. “I fought many wars. Most of them were avoidable and even more were pointless. It was in the war 20 years ago when I realized how dumb we humans are. We fought against each other because a few of us were stronger than others with the magic they were born with. Humans against humans because of selfish reasons”
He huffed and Jayce saw how his human hand brushed over the surface of the demon one. He lost his arm in this war and survived with only his willpower to end it.
“I know that you and Mister Viktor were close”
Jayce head snapped back up and his eyes found Swains, who looked over his shoulder. “I don't know how close. But I know that you are the only one who can find and safe him. Were ever he is right now. I will tell your teachers that you will not come to the lessons for a few days. I trust in you that you will find your friend and that you will bring him back to us.”
And with that the conversation was over.
Silent and a little bit shocked about the fact that Viktor ran away he leaved, just to run into a wall of flesh.
“Hey Jayce. And how was it?”
Jayce groaned and rubbed his nose. How could he be so lost in his thoughts that he had overseen Darius of all people?
“Viktor ran away and Professor Swain gave me the order to find him and bring him back”
Darius whistled impressed.
“Than my dear friend I wish you luck”
And with these words he disappeared in Swains office.
Love is war.
Jayce realized that when he found himself in front of a giant building, broken and crumbling from the time it was not used and dark and unfriendly. It was the old school building from the Battle Academia, on the other end of the town, and it was abandoned after the last war had destroyed a lot of the main building. They decided it would be better to build a new one inside the city instead of miles outside of it to underline the new peace between mages and normal people.
Jayce followed his track till here and it was as if he could hear the bombs that destroyed the building all these years ago. He clutched his hammer harder and gulped when he entered. Viktor was here somewhere. He knows it!
“He will not come little nerd!”
He stopped immediately when he heard the voice echo through the old and crumbled floors of the school.
“He will not come because he never loved you. You know that you saw him right?”
A horrible crunching sound was heard and a whine. And that was when everything in Jayces head turned off and before he could think anything else he rushed into the room were the sounds came from. He had recognized this whine and his fears became true when he bursted into the room with splintering wood and clashing metal when his hammer broke through the door.
There he was.
Viktor was bound and gagged.
Suspended with his arms on a metal bar like a pig ready to be slaughtered.
Crying and bleeding with broken glasses and injuries everywhere. They had torn apart his shirt and uniform and his upper body was full with bruises were he was hit with an hard object over and over again.
Jayce saw red when his gaze traveled to the other person in the room.
“Oh who we have here~”
Kayns voice was smug and Jayce could feel how his muscles twitched with the urge to kill this guy. Everyone in school knows how much Kayn hated Viktor because he was the one who let his idol Zed get expelled from school after he bullied Viktor for over a year. He should have known that this bastard was behind all this.
In his hand was a baseball bat and it was full with blood. Dry and fresh and it was 100% Viktors blood.
“Here to safe your little friend, Jayce?”
Kayns voice ripped him out of his thoughts. “I knew you would come to save your little plaything Jayce. I know you. You are an asshole and you would never allow someone to steal from you~”
“Shut up!”
Jayces voice trembled.
“What else? Will you punch me with that...thing?”
He pointed at the hammer in Jayce trembling hands.
“Cute~ But let's come to the reason I wanted you to come here” He moved towards Viktor and brushed over his cheeks. Viktor tried to pull away with no success.
“This little bitch here was the reason I lost my dear master”, Kayn said and his grip tightens around Viktors neck. “He was the reason why my life became worthless. I lost everything and now” He pulled his hand away and Viktor started coughing when oxygen filled his lungs again.
“I will do him the same favor!”
Kayn grinned and his eyes met Jayces.
“I will kill you right here and now. And he will look. He will see everything while Zed will slaughter you and then we will send him and his broken psyche back to school. Oh how hilarious it will be to watch when the greatest student of them all will go mad and kill everyone~”
Jayce realized to late the words Kayn had said. And too late that they were not alone.
Pain rushed through his body when two blades pierced through his body from behind. His eyes widened when he looked down and saw the bloody metal coming right out of his belly.
“JAAAAAAAAAAAAAYCE!”
His eyes shot up again and met with Viktors beautiful yellow ones. He stared at him, shocked and with fear and pain in his eyes. “V...Viktor....I....”
The blades circled inside of him and when he coughed he tasted blood.
“I'm....so sorry....I....”
“JAYCE PLEASE!”
“I....never wanted....to hurt you....you....”
“SHUT UP YOU IDIOT! FIGHT!”
“I can't lose you.....Viktor I....I love you....”
Viktor cried out his pain and tried to free himself.
Zed laughed when his blades glided out of Jayces body and he fell to the ground. Numb and trembling.
“What a pretty face”, Zed said when he circled Jayce and knelt before him. “It would be a shame to destroy it. Good thing that I never feel shame~”
The pain was everywhere when Zed used his Blades to cut open his face. But he could not scream.
“JAAAAAAAAAAAAYCE!”
He heard Viktors screams and sobs but his mind was already fading. That was until
“Zed lets make his face pretty too shall we?”
“Nice idea. This nerd will show the world who he belongs to”
Instantly he was completely awake again. His body moved on its own and it was in a matter of seconds that he had his hammer in hand and jumped at the two kidnappers before him. They did not even have the time to react before Jayces hammer hit both of them and send them flying.
“Jayce!?”
Viktor stared at him. How he could still move was a miracle and he was just half conscious. But it was enough to safe his beloved.
“Youuuuu”
Zed and Kayn stared at him. Nothing but blood lust in their eyes .
“We will...”
“You will do nothing!”
Red light filled the room and both of them cried out when claws appeared from the ground and grabbed them.
Immediately Jayces eyes shot to the door and their was professor Swain, demon hand in the air and with glowing red eyes.
“I apologize that I was not here faster.”, he said and saw to the two injured boys. “When I send you away Jayce I let a few of my crows follow you. And when they said what is happening here I run as fast as I could. Still....A few moments later and I would have been too late”
Jayce huffed and sunk to the ground. His whole body screaming and in pain. It was over.
The Professor brought Zed and Kayn out of the room before he came to them. When he freed Viktor he immediately sunk next to Jayce and hugged him so hard that he needed to be remembered from the Professor that Jayce was badly injured.
“You idiot. You could have died!”, Viktor sniffed.
Jayce lay on the ground, Viktor sat beside him and Swain was healing his wounds.
Jayce smiled and his hand found Viktors.
“I would die a thousand times for you.”
“Idiot!”
Viktor sniffed again and his cheeks grew red.
“I hope this will never be necessary”
Both of them looked up to Swain who bandaged Jayce now. “It was very reckless to run into them just like that Mister Jayce. Next time, come to me okay?”
Jayce laughed and nodded. “As long as I never need to ever let go of Viktor again its fine by me~”
“J...JAYCE!”
Viktor punched him against the shoulder. Not hard enough to hurt though but with a face red like a tomato.
Swain and Jayce laughed.
“I love you nerd”, Jayce said smiling.
“And I love you”, Viktor mumbled, looking away.
You know what you had when you lose it. And you will appreciate it even more when it comes back again. That's what Jayce learned this day. And even though he almost lost his life that day, it was the happiest day of his life when he was able to hug Viktor again and tell him everything he always wanted to say.
-the end
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a night we’ll never forget || selfpara
WHO: Franco Del Rio & Darius Anderson.
TAGS: @southsidefranco && @sshardassanderson
WHERE: Southside Riverdale
WHEN: Wednesday, March 13th at 7:40PM
WHAT: Franco went for a stroll and found something he never expected to find
WARNINGS: Trigger warnings for blood, knives (not used for harm), hanging
WORDS: 1,147
Franco had been starting to feel good about going out again. Ever since the kidnapping, he had been forcing himself to get out and walk, even if he got scared after five minutes, every attempt got him closer to feeling OK about the outside world again. Even with the Black Hood on the loose, he knew he had to try. He just made sure he didn't go out unarmed and today he had his flick knife hidden in his back pocket.
He'd felt calm today, walking as much as he could and enjoying every moment. He'd quickly sent a text to Dare, letting him know he was safe and would be back soon but was just enjoying the stroll. He didn't even know where his leader, his brother, was but he liked to keep the man updated.
He'd been walking close to the edge of town, thinking about the possibility of calling his sister soon when he saw something laying ahead of him in the road. He cocked his head to the side and hurriedly walked over, realising it was a motorbike and more importantly, it was Dare's motorbike. He lifted it quickly, not wanting it to take any further damage and pushed it to the side of the road, resting it in the grass. He sighed and that's when he saw it, someone dressed fully in black, running whilst looking behind him. He cocked his head once again, confusion lacing his feature, and looked up to where the guy had come from and thought he saw a the outline of someone.
This was it, fight or flight and, this time, he ran into the fight. He jogged to the spot where the man had come from and, as he reached it, he felt like the wind had been knocked out of him and he had to do everything he could to not vomit into the damp ground.
Darius Anderson had electrical wire wrapped around his throat and it was tied to a branch out of arms reach. There were multiple stab wounds over his body and a note pinned into the centre of his chest.
He lunged forward, wrapping one arm around Dare and lifting as much as he could, “Dare” he breathed, “Dare come on buddy you can't die on me now” he spoke out loud, as he whipped the flick knife from his pocket and reached up, desperately trying to cut the wire. His hands were shaking from a mixture of fear, panic and the cold air around him. He took a deep breath as he held Dare, still lifting and continued trying to cut the wire.
After a minute or so of constant sawing, the wire started to give and a few more wild swipes at it, caused the wire to snap and Dare to fall. They both tumbled to the ground, Dare landing on top of him. He quickly rolled so Dare was flat on his back and looked down, finally seeing the note. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed, “I'm sorry about this” and he ripped it off, stuffing it in his pocket, ready to hand to the police when he could.
He then moved his hands to Dare's wrist searching desperately for a pulse or any sign of life, “Come on Dare” he breathed, willing himself not to cry as he continued to search, “Wake up man, you cannot leave me now. Just open your fucking eyes and wake the fuck up” he begged and he couldn't stop it, as the tears started to spill from his eyes.
“HELP” he suddenly screamed, “SOMEONE HELP ME” but he knew it was useless. No one was around, he was just screaming into a dark and cold night. He checked Dare's wrist once more and suddenly he found it, a pulse. It was weak but it was there and it meant Dare was alive.
He breathed a sigh of relief, “Dare buddy, you need to wake up” he started muttering as he removed his jacket, shivering slightly but ignoring it, he needed to keep Dare warm. He draped the jacket over Dare's chest and then, with a some effort and ignoring the burning in his side, he scooped Dare up, holding him lifeless in his arms.
He knew he was close to town and he knew he could get to the hospital if he just kept walking but his pace was uneven and stumbled a few times, luckily not dropping Dare as he did. With every step he took, he either asked Dare to wake up, begged him to stay with him or apologized for jumbling him around.
It took him less then ten minutes to get to the hospital. He kicked the door open with his foot, “Help, I need help” he shouted into the crowded waiting room, “My friend is dying over here” he screamed. It was a matter of seconds before people had crowded him and taken Dare away from him, bundling him onto a bed and wheeling him away as he screamed, “Please I have to stay with him”.
He followed as far as he could before someone told him to stop and closed a door marked 'authorized personnel only'. He felt himself fall backwards and his back hit the wall. He slipped down until he was sat down and pulled his knees up to his chest and he sobbed.
He closed his eyes and, as he did, he saw Dare hanging in the tree, the wounds and the note. He quickly opened his eyes and reached into his pocket, unfolding the paper and reading....Isaiah 3:11: “Woe to the wicked! It will go badly with him, For what he deserves will be done to him.” Riverdale has tried to make a hero of this sinner, and here his body shall serve as a reminder to all that judgment will be deserved. Judgment will be swift. And punishment will be severe. .... It took him a while to read it as he couldn't read well any way but, as he read the words, he couldn't stop his eyes from crying, his hands from shaking. Someone had set out to go after Dare. To hurt him in one of the worst ways he had ever seen, something he knew he'd never be able to get out of his view. People walked past him, watching him cry into the crumpled note, offering sympathetic looks but he didn't care, he just had to know how Dare was doing, how the man he loved was doing. He suspected that the police would need to talk to him but, for know, he wanted to sit, hidden in this corridor and sob for his best friend.
He held the paper in his hand as he pulled his phone from his pocket and searched for Blaine's number. If any one needed to know, it was him.
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[4:23 PM] Karma:
" You can roll your eyes all you like. That doesn't have much effect on me, Darius. It also doesn't make what I have to say, ridiculous. Be a fool, if you like, disregard my words at foolish ramblings. Treat this as if it needs to be an argument. But the fact remains...Am I really wrong in what I am saying?" He grinned at Darius then. He listen to Darius then before giving a shrug to the other " Eh, you could have woken up with something worse going on with you. But if being a woman is so bad, then let's hurry up and finish this, hm?" Snapping a finger he points at Darius then " Good- Wait,...huh? Does it now? I didn't even realize it had sounded like that. Well, anyway...That's your name now." As Darius was trying to explain and hope away his problem Asher had stood their nodding his head "Procreate? At a time like this? When you are grumpy? I could never, you are far too vulnerable!" Asher mocked the other before he turned away " Oh will you shut the fuck up. Really Darius, It's not that easy to get pregnant...For one. So i've heard. ...And I do not think it lasts that long Darius..."
[4:24 PM] Karma:
He grins a little bit " But you would need to stay a woman for a bit longer than a day to get pregnant. I hope you know that. I wouldn't worry about it. I think you are just over thinking all of this." As Darius repeated the story back to him he nodded " Good, that's perfect. --And yeah, I do. They will make you pretty and that's all you have to be is pretty, for the people." Asher tugged at the sides of his jacket then and twist slightly from one side to the other. He turned then and walked toward the booze he brought in from the night before before handing a bottle of wine off to Darius " There, now don't say I didn't give you anything." "Well, you know, catnip is great! I just ....can't help myself." Asher narrowed his eyes a bit at Darius then " I wish I had had some catnip. Make you regret saying such things, I bet." Looking away then he smiled, then inhaled a deep breath. A moment later he watched Sean before taking the flask from Darius' hand and closing the cap on it before tucking it away in the jacket he had just put back on, as Sean had been talking. Rolling his eyes at Sean then he turned his head away from the other " Oh no. Three days? What a nightmare! I couldn't imagine how difficult it must have been for you." He replied in dry sarcasm.
[4:24 PM] Karma:
After that however he wasn't paying much attention to what else Sean had to say about Seti, Shay, and him. He then gave a careless shrug before turning away to go to the bed again, kicking some of the glass out of his way before pulling a drawer at the side table open " I am sure you can. I just want you to know, just in case. It's always best to be prepared." He muttered before taking out some clothes and dabbing at his cuts to clean off the blood before wrapping his arm in bandages " Ah, good job rabbit. You can be quite useful sometimes, you know that?" He said as he was pulling his jacket back on and turned to look at Sean once more " Yeah yeah. sure. A favor." He waved a hand then before turning to look at Darius "See All that I do for you?" He teased the other a bit before glancing to Sean when the other spoke " What are you doing? Don't do that, shoo. Get. Begone, Thot!" He paused a moment, narrowing his eyes on Sean " Who even are you, don't come into my castle and start telling Darius these facts. Get outta here, scram!" Asher made the shooing motion toward Sean then as he got closer. When the other made the mirror and went through it he laughed a bit " Fucking Hares, they say a lot..." Asher looked at Darius then wondering what the other was thinking about after Sean had said that.
[4:25 PM] Karma:
Though when Darius didn't seem to have cared about it he gave another careless shrug and listen to Darius' question on where they were going " I already said. We are going to Underland..." Moving toward the mirror then " Feminine clothing? Really? And what were you thinking. Sexy skirts? Tight shirts?" He asked before putting a hand on the glass and pushing it through " How about I buy you some at one of the Underland store! You are going to look great in it." Asher fell back then, falling right in to the mirror and through it toward Underland.
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“It isn't that terrible. Like you said, I could have woke up missing an arm or an leg, maybe half of my face with my legs replaced with a chickens. I've heard a woman's orgasm is twice as powerful as a man's – think you can deliver?” Yes, it was in the back of his mind, his third thought the moment he opened his eyes. The first thought was -what the fuck?- the second thought was -damn these breasts are heavy- and his third thought was -now I can see what all the fuss is about-. “Since when have you ever cared if someone is vulnerable? And I'm almost always grumpy! We would never have sex if you waited around for me to be in a better mood!” Darius scoffed underneath his breath as Asher told him it wasn't that easy to get pregnant. “Well someone should have given that memo to Seti, when he turned into a woman he was pregnant in like a week.” The truth was, Darius didn't know how he turned into a woman and he certainly didn't know how -long- he would be a woman for. “Fine. Scratch the idea. Forget I even said anything” Was the mood swing a woman thing, or was it just a Darius thing?
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Once again Darius was rolling his eyes, taking the champagne and tilting it to his lips – gulping a quarter of it down without even taking a breath. “Mostly you just give me a headache. The Champagne is a nice change.” The one thing that -wasn't- a nice change for Darius was Sean showing up, though because it had been Asher that had called him he really couldn't be that angry at the Little Hare. His attention wasn't on Sean at all but rather on Asher, watching as he started to clean himself up. “Damn, I didn't realize I got you as badly as I did.” Was that actual sadness in his voice? An apology? Why yes, yes it was. “I can be helpful a lot of times, I just don't care about you enough to be helpful to -you-” Sean had come back with just as much spite in his voice as Asher was conveying to him. He wouldn't let the favor go, he would keep it in his vault in his mind until it was time to cash in. Sean wasn't a stranger for saying entirely too much so he was hardly offended when Asher called him out on it. “I was ready to leave the moment you called me, next time leave a voicemail.” With that, Sean had slipped into his own mirror and returned back home.
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“Have you ever been to Underland before Asher? Because I haven't. You just sent the one guy away that probably knows all about it.” Shaking his head, Darius had begun to follow Asher toward the mirror. “Sure, Daddy, spoil me like a good girl.” It was hard to tell if that was sarcasm in Darius's voice or not but at that moment the only thing he was concerned about was how different it felt going through a mirror rather through a hat.
[9:04 AM] Karma:
Once they appeared on the other side of the window Asher stumbled as the air hit him, almost like a punch to the gut with how heavy it had been. Bringing his hand to his chest as his heart had re-calibrated the shift in space. Laughing he looked toward Darius, who would have been fine, if not slightly winded " The air here is a ...ahh.. wow.." Shaking his head he swallows hard before turning to walk toward Darius " Let's go." He reached over to grab Darius' hand then and started pulling him along. He had never been to Underland before. But he had clearly known about it because of the little slip of paper he had stashed away. It wasn't like he had the ability to travel to different worlds. Not without Sean or one of the old magical mirrors from legend. Which he had in his room, but just never used. It wasn't as simple as using Sean's ability, to travel more efficiently than the legendary mirrors. Asher had walked down the darkened streets with Darius, a small mischievous grin on his face as he walked toward the shops, which had lights in them indicating they had still been open for customers. Despite how dark it had looked outside, it was clear by the amount of people outside that it was their day time. As the pair had walked passed people some had stopped mid chat to look at them before then returning to their conversation with their friends and such. Asher soon lead Darius to a shop with some feminine clothes presented in the windows " Ah! Here we go, come on Darius let's go here." Pulling Darius over he pointed toward the leathery clothing at the window " These would look nice on you..." He laughed before looking at Darius then "Now, as a man... We'll see won't we?" He gave a playful wink to Darius then before moving to walk inside the store " Come here."
[9:04 AM] Karma:
Once inside the store Asher began to look around as he waited for Darius to pick out whatever clothing he was feeling like wearing " Pick whatever you want, spending isn't and issue,... I got my baby." Asher laughed a little then before looking at the store keep as they were staring at him. Asher reached into his pocket then pulling out something that resembled a credit card as he walked up to the counter while Darius was finishing up " Are you done?" He looked toward whatever Darius had picked out then before moving to hand the credit card over to the cashier " There you go sir." Asher mumbled as he looked down at the counter. The cashier paused as he took the card from Asher and stared at it for a moment before saying he had not seen something like that in a long time. That only the royals had them " Yep, that's right? Do they not often come here? And the place looks so lovely too." The Cashier gave a slow nod then rang Darius' items up. Looking around however he started to pick out a few clothes for himself as well " We'll match!" Asher then exclaimed excitedly before he was pulling away the checkout bags from the counter " Could we use your change rooms?" Asher asked then before getting a nod from the cashier and a gesture toward a room toward the back. Asher looked toward Darius then " Go, get all sexy for daddy." He said before laughing, then shaking his head.
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Darius had almost lost his footing the moment he stepped through the mirror – scratch that, he had. As a woman he was rather clumsy, expecting to take larger steps than what his shorter legs had allowed. He had only just realized he was shorter now, at least three inches shorter than he used to be as he ended up with slender digits curled tight around Asher's sleeves and his face squished against chest. Darius's mumbling words of profanity were muffled by fabric of Asher's shirt – his face flushed as he looked up at him. “--I blame being top-heavy” With a cough, he had pushed himself away from Asher, straightening his shirt with a couple swipes of his feminine hands. The two words, 'lets go', were a relief to Darius, who had suddenly forgotten what his name was now. Darylne wasn't it? Close enough. He had to be ready with it if someone, or anyone, had happened to ask for it. This place was eerie, the surroundings had seemed to really -get- to Darius as he found himself walking a lot closer to Asher than he usually did. “Why the bloody hell did we decide to do this again? We could have found clothes for me in Wonderland” He completely forgot the reason was to find a cure for being turned into a woman. When Darius had heard a noise he had jumped, clenching to Asher's arm as he hunched over and didn't dare look at the source of the noise.
[7:46 AM] Soup:
Asher and Darius certainly had the brief attention of everyone they walked past. Except they weren't really seeing Darius, were they? Not that he would be recognized, but at least they all seemed to be too caught up in their own lives and conversations to pay much further attention to them. Darius had been keeping his head down until Asher had noticed a wide array of feminine looking clothes in the window. Chestnut brown eyes had blinked, tilting his head curiously when he realized there had seemed to be a big -theme- in Underland. “--they are all black, oh, except -that- one, it has some red” The denizens of Underland sure liked their black shades didn't they? --- and leather. Once inside Darius had found some clothes he wanted to wear quite quickly. A black leather corset with red lace, a pair of sleek black pleather pants that left very little to the imagination about the shape of his backside, a long black flowing dress that was cinched at the waist, a shorter lolita dress with a petticoat that would fluff up the skirt like a bell. He was in the middle of adding more clothes to his arm as Asher told him money was no object – and then called him baby What was Darius supposed to say to that? Thank you Daddy? Quite in fact, Darius hadn't said much as he stood there beside Asher, watching as the total on the register got higher and higher – half tempted to kiss Asher on the cheek or something for the obvious way he was showing the cashier that his -girl- was spoiled.
[7:47 AM] Soup:
“--- you want me to try on the clothes -after- you already paid for them?” Darius had given a shrug, brow arching as Asher played his role of Sugar Daddy' to the nines. “You are loving the role of my Sugar Daddy a lot, aren't you?” Darius had shrugged before going to the change room, coming out in the first outfit as he found himself looking around the seemingly empty clothing store. “Where did that cashier go? That's weird she would just leave with us still in here.” Wherever she was, the store was eerily quiet but Darius had done his best to ignore it, paying attention to Asher's new outfit instead. “Damn, glad you aren't old and wrinkly like most Sugar Daddy's I've seen. Those pants on you look pretty fucking good”
[7:04 AM] Karma:
Asher gave Darius a confused look before he shook his head " I guess because you are a woman and not a man. So, I figure if things are more or less reversed. Maybe we might find the answers in a place made of reverses." Asher explained before giving a grin " I guess talking about your heavy set of dirty pillows distracted you from my first attempt to explain that to you." Once in underland and at the store Asher listened to Darius as he was was growing concerned for the other. They didn't seem to understand just how reverse of Wonderland, Underland, had truly been " Well, that's because Wonderland got all the colors of the rainbow. And Underland is that rainbows shadow." He explained to Darius, letting out a breath. Not because of Darius, but because it was a struggle to find his breath every so often in the Underland sphere, for him.
[7:04 AM] Karma:
" Well, it really doesn't matter when you try them on. I guessed you had forgotten to try them on, which is why I am suggesting it now. Since you needed to test your size." Asher gave Darius a confused look " As your shape has changed quite considerably, from what it once was, don't you." He reached over to grab some sexy underwear " Your hips are a little wider than they were yesterday. Hm." Asher grinned then before dropping the underwear back onto the counter and watched the cashier for a moment. Giving a nod then he laughs " Well of course I am enjoying it. It's quite fun to give those in your inner circle, things. And treat them well." He reached over to scratch playfully under Darius' chin then, before he followed the other. When they spoke of other sugar daddies he laughed " Uhm, right. And you have met how many sugar daddies in your life, hm? I think that there are also quite a steep incline in younger sugar daddies. Though." He gives a shrug however before nodding and looking over his outfit as Darius comment on them.
[7:05 AM] Karma:
Walking out of the store a few moments later he glanced around them seeing some people looking over toward them before slowly pulling their eyes away to look elsewhere " So, now we just need to find our way to finding out what's going on. ...I guess we could try asking someone. We may want to see if someone of relative importance might be slinking about somewhere. They might be the best step toward the answers we need." Asher pulled Darius in closer to him as they walked, his arm wrapping around Darius' hip, hand resting on it as he urged the other forward down the street.
[10:19 PM] Soup:
“Ah, good thinking.” It made sense to Darius now why Asher had thought they would find the answers they needed here, or at least a way to change Darius back before too much damage had been done. That, of course begged the question as to what kind of damage could be done. Well, there was that fact that Darius could end up getting pregnant which meant he would have no choice but to be a woman for the next couple of weeks. Time had seemed to move differently in Wonderland, at least as far as having a child was concerned. He had seen it happen when Seti turned into a woman and ended up getting pregnant, nine months essentially became more like nine days. Then of course the fact that Darius was now set to actually marry Asher, essentially becoming the Queen of Diamonds and all was all find and all but what happened when Darius turned back into himself and suddenly everyone was asking where the Queen was? Would they fake Darylne's death? It almost seemed like they would have to. This was a lot for Darius to wrap his mind around.
[10:19 PM] Soup:
“I get that, I was just thinking out loud.” For the most part he was thinking out loud, but for the other part he was trying to wrap his head around the whole situation. Asher had been right in the fact that Darius had to start thinking about other things, it was obvious he wasn't going to turn back into a man anytime soon so he might as well have fun with it. Darius had exactly four outfits back home, he hadn't gone shopping for new clothes for himself in years and now he was shopping for clothes in a body that he hadn't been staring at for as long as he had been alive. “Right. I get it. And you honestly expect me to wear that? It's barely a piece of fabric, how is that going to cover anything?” Maybe that had been the point.
[10:19 PM] Soup:
Darius had swatted Asher's hand away when he scratched underneath his chin, despite the clerk thinking the display of affection was adorable. Darius had hurried into the change room, ass and long hair swaying as he closed the curtain abruptly and starting trying on the clothes. Minutes later both Asher and Darius were once again walking down the sidewalks of Underland. “Well, lets think of who usually has information in Wonderland and find their Underland counterparts. An Oracle, a Cheshire Cat, a Caterpillar ---” Darius had thought about it for a moment before turning on his heels to face Asher. “Let's find a Cheshire Cat!”
[5:52 AM] Karma:
Asher had to stare at Darius for a long moment before giving a nod and laughing " Yes, a very smart way to think. I am very smart. Surprise!" Though as Darius went quiet and started to think to himself Asher had continued on his merry little way, dealing with other things. Looking over when Darius had finally started talking again, distracting him from what he was doing just then he nodded " Ah. Well, carry on, then."
"Well, if you wanted to stay wearing these cloths you have to keep adjusting just to make them fit you even in the slightest bit. Be my guest. It's not like I am making you get a new out fit." He rolled his eyes then and looked away " Do whatever you want to do, really. You have other options here, as well. So why are you picking those out if you are only going to complain about them?" He raised an eyebrow then, before he laughed and shook his head.
[5:52 AM] Karma:
As Darius later started to suggest ideas for who in Underland could have helped them find whatever it was that would have helped Darius, if there even was such a thing he nodded. Then shook his head " Nah. How about we don't go hunting for- Wait... No,.. that's a good idea." Glancing back and forth he noticed a pair staring at them and pulled away from Darius slightly, grabbing the other by the wrist as he walked up to the strange pair that had been staring at them " Greetings, humans!" He said with a goofy wave before clearing his throat " My...uh, girl, and I were wondering. Do you happen to know where any Cheshire Cat's might be?" The couple gave the two a long, deadpanned look, almost like their eyes were tearing into Asher's body then before they looked to Darius then back to Asher and started to laugh in the strangest way. Asher dropped his hand down then and laughed a little in response then " Hah ah.. What's so fu-" The male then said that they wouldn't have any luck finding a Cheshire cat around there, or anywhere else for that matter. Since they were more or less extinct " Oh. Hm...Well, okay."
[5:53 AM] Karma:
Asher the cleared his throat " How about a Caterpillar? Or an Oracle? Or hey...Do you know anyone that might dabble in potions or any other such magics?" The couple went back to staring at Darius and Asher then, before the girl finally spoke, a laugh in her voice as she told Darius that there was an old apothecary just on the border of town. She then sneered at Darius to keep her 'animal' close if Darius wasn't going to have it on a leash, giving Asher a disgusted look for a moment, only for the male she was with to grab her shoulders and laugh, telling Darius and Asher that he was sorry for his girlfriends behavior, she had a bad experience with outsiders once and that they should just leave them alone. Glaring then, Asher turns " How dare she treat me like... I'm not a pet!" Asher hissed as he marched away with Darius in tow " Let's get to the town border.--treat me like a pet...why I- killing her would be the least of her problems!" Asher continued, muttering the rest under his breath in his frustration. He continued to do that for the next hour or so, however long it took for them to walk through that strange town, eyes following Asher's every step as the two of them had walked along the streets. And when Asher had stopped to ask for directions each person answered staring at Darius in their responses. Which had only made Asher more annoyed.
[5:53 AM] Karma:
Finally they made it to the old man at the edge of town and Asher banged a fist into the door as he knocked. Earning a annoyed 'All right! I am coming, stop the god damn knocking'. When the door had opened Asher put on a forced smile " Hi-hey- We were told by some locals-" He was then cut off by the old man who looked toward Darius before muttering that he didn't speak to animals then irritatedly asked Darius what he wanted. Asher had tried to speak again but it became very clear the old man was ignoring Asher and waiting for Darius to talk.
[6:20 AM] Soup:
[6:20 AM] Soup:
Darius had looked annoyed at Asher as the first words left his lips. “-- I know you're smart Asher.” He had also known that Asher was smart in a different way than he was. Darius's biggest worry, of course, was notbeing able to turn into a man again. He liked being a man. He liked the way he looked, he -understood- his body and all its inner workings but as a woman everything he was feeling just felt strange. Then of course there was the question if Asher liked him as a woman, if he was as attracted to him, less or more, these were the kinds of things he never ever worried about as a man and he hated feeling so self-conscious. Unfortunately for Darius that self-conscious feeling intensified as he was changing outfits in the mirror. He didn't feel that attractive, he was certain that there were definitely more attractive women out there. Women with biggest breasts, more symmetrical faces, slender waists, longer lips, narrower hips, oh the list went on and on. And it wasn't just Asher's opinion that had worried him. It was the opinions of the denizens of Wonderland. How he looked reflected on Asher, especially if Asher was suiting up to follow through with making Darius his Queen. These were all thoughts he didn't care about as a man but troubled him as a woman.
[6:20 AM] Soup:
As Darius and Asher walked down the streets and actually stopped to talk to the denizens, Darius had been quite taken back by their reactions. They almost seemed to shun Asher, not for who he was but rather what he was. It seemed to Darius that Cheshire's had a bad reputation around these parts, not that they had the greatest reputation in Wonderland but it was nothing like this. The woman they were talking to was acting like Asher wasn't even there, like he was nothing more than an insect and at first, maybe just a part of Darius was – no, he wasn't amused, that feeling had been quickly fleeting. What he was – was annoyed. Defensive. The woman had offered nothing, not really, and it clearly shown on his face when the man had apologized and steered the woman away. “No. You aren't.” That was all Darius would offer on the situation and as Asher contemplated on how many ways he could make her suffer he soon realized that she wasn't the only one that only saw Asher as a filthy house pet. Everyone they talked to acted like Asher didn't or shouldn't have existed. When they finally ended up in front of a man that seemed to have actual answers Darius had to gather his wits about him. “I've been a woman for a little over a day and I need a way to break it. Do you have something that will help?” The man had taken a long look at Darius, stepping closer to him, steely grey eyes looking Darius up and down in a creeping.. almost -perverted- way. ”Why would you want to?” Darius had scoffed as he looked away from the old man. “This isn't who I am.”
[6:20 AM] Soup:
The old man had nudged his head, gesturing for Darius to come inside. ”The animal stays outside, I don't allow mangy beasts in my home” Darius glanced at Asher, whispering for Asher to wait before the old man shut the door in Asher's face. From behind the closed doors everything had seemed normal, until a few moments had past and the sound of something crashing could be heard. Then there was yelling, whimpering, and Darius suddenly opening the door with something in his hand. The man could be seen on the ground, covering his face with his hand as he moaned and whimpered in pain. “Perverted old man.” Darius had held up a locket which dangled from his fingertips. “We're leaving.” It wasn't until they were a few blocks from the old man's house that Darius finally revealed what had happened. “So, it would turn out I'm stuck like this for a good full month, or at least until the next new eclipse, lunar or solar, when the magic in this locket will undo the spell. I hit him when he told me he would only give the locket to me if I satisfied him...” There was a pause in Darius's words as he glanced back in the direction of the house. “....sexually” Clearly, Darius wasn't having any of that. “Lucky for me, Wonderland is due for another eclipse, in the mean time – how the bloody hell are we going to get back home?”
[3:47 PM] Karma:
Even at Darius' whisper Asher had stepped toward the pair as they walked into the old mans house " How dare you, I am not a mangy bea-" As the door was shut in his face he let out and angry growl before shouting " FUCK YOU!" At the door. Crossing his arms over his chest then he turns away and leans on the space beside the door, staring at several people that had stopped to look at him from the distance, and then inch closer, and whisper to each other. Asher narrowed his eyes however, he wasn't able to make out what they were saying to one another. His eyes moving from one face to the next before he heard the noise going on inside the house. Only for Darius to open the door a moment later and come out with the man now whimpering on the floor " Yeah. Old guys can get pretty desperate for some pussy." He muttered before looking at the locket " How do you go to an apothecary and get a locket to cure you of your current problems?" He asked, because it seemed strange for a man who worked with magic powders to rely on a pendant.
[3:48 PM] Karma:
As he was starting to head back he laughed " Um, well, Sean said to just call for him and he'll come get us. Weren't you there when he said that?" He blinked then as he noticed how quiet it had gotten then, no whimpering, at all. He narrowed his eyes before turning his head to look toward the inside of the house only for a cloud of purple and pink to be blown in his face. Inhaling sharply he lost his breath entirely as he stepped out of cloud, gasping for air like a severely asthmatic child. The entire world spinning for him " Darius- I can't..I can't..." He gasped, a hand moving to his chest. However whatever powder had hit him had clearly also hit Darius. Though since Darius was a healthy young woman who could handle some powder in his lungs. The gasping and coughing wouldn't have been anywhere near as severe as it was for Asher. Not only could he not breath, but as the struggle to do so went on he could feel himself starting to pass out from the lack of oxygen getting to his brain. Stumbling away he finally dropped to the ground, coughing as drool stringy and stickily thick clogged up the inside of his neck. Growing light headed Asher fell onto his side, reaching out for any sort of help in his blinded, gasping, breathless attempts to get away from where the powder had come from. Before finally collapsing as the purple and pink smoke from the powder had began to dissipate entirely, revealing Asher as a wheezing, sweat covered mess on the ground.
[3:49 PM] Karma:
Though as he started to get his bearings back he pushed himself up, forcing himself to move. Sniffing the air he shook his head before moving toward Darius and grabbing his hand " Come on, let's ...let's hurry before something really bad happens." Shaking his head he still had some traces of powder in it as he lead Darius down a street, his heart still beating as he felt a rush of adrenaline and lust starting to ebb over him. Clearly because a perverted old man had just threw a strange powdery substance at the two of them, perhaps as an act of revenge for Darius having hit them. Wheezing, Asher had to stop and grab onto a building as he tried to work out all the distress his body had been going through at that moment " Next time, let's not hit the strange men and just leave, -am sure there are more ways to change you back." He laughed.
[6:27 AM] Soup:
“You're so vulgar” Was it because he was a woman that Asher saying old guys were desperate for pussy bothered him? He wouldn't say bothered as much as he would say almost... offended? He was a guy, he shouldn't be offended by that. But he was. Darius had frowned as he lifted up the locket that rested against his chest, right between the breasts he was strangely getting used to seeing. “Its prettier than a bag full of herbs – don't you think so?” “Since when did you start trusting and relying on the Hare so much? It didn't cross your mind that maybe him helping us was so that he could get rid of us? We aren't exactly besties with the Hare, Asher. We've done a lot of nasty things to him and Seti.” There were a lot of reasons why Sean would benefit from Asher and Darius being gone and unable to return to Wonderland. Then again, that would be particularly evil of Sean to do, and Sean, while he did have his moments, didn't have the evil streak that Asher and Darius did. Those, Asher wasn't evil as much as he was... mischievous .... right? “You trust him too easily.” And then it happened, before Asher and Darius could do anything to stop it. “Asher!” It all happened before Darius could react as quickly as he -wished- he would have. The cloud of purple and pink dust that had hit them both. Darius covered his mouth with his arm, brought to his knees, coughing and choking on the dust as his free hand shot out and he used his telekinesis to send the old man flying across the room in his own house and smacking against the wall with a sickening thud. The man now was out cold but unfortunately, so was Asher. “Asher!” Darius was by his side in an instant, down on his knees as his finger starting scooping out the strange sludge stuck inside Asher's throat. That was until Asher almost bit Darius's finger, causing Darius to smack him as Asher bounced to his feet and acted like nothing happened.
[6:28 AM] Soup:
“You idiot! You scared me half to death!” Slender hands were curled into fists at Darius's side as he followed Asher away, grabbing at the shopping bags he had dropped to the ground by the door when the old man had first welcomed him inside. “We got what we came for, remember?” Darius had given a pointed glance toward the locket as they kept on walking. “What are you waiting for, call the Hare back to come get us. I don't want to be here another moment longer than we have to be.”
[5:44 PM] Karma:
Asher looked to Darius as he said that then looked away before he actually processed what he had just heard the other say " Too vulgar? Where is Darius and what has he been replaced with..." Asher then muttered glancing up as he thought for a moment about what he was hearing. Then when Darius said something about the locket being pretty he laughed " It's a locket." Though it wasn't like he had never seen a beautiful locket before. He was a prince of the Diamond kingdom. Of course he had worn and seen many of 'pretty things'. Looking toward the locket then he wondered if some chemicals were starting to shift in Darius, now that he was a woman. With Darius' question of the trust he had in the hare, Asher had laughed " Since...when- Well to mistrust him would imply that I somehow have come to think he is capable of doing anything that I trust him with, and then having double crossed me. Which he hasn't done so far, nor have I done to him. There's a difference between our interactions. I've never been Sean's opponent, in the way you have been."Asher nodded confidently with those words then. He then tossed his head a bit then " Besides, he's the only one that I know that can do this mirror travel thing. So don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Darius. It's good to hold a little decorum with the rabble, you know."
[5:44 PM] Karma:
Spitting as Darius was attempting to dig the spit built up in his tightening throat he clenched his jaw shut, absently trying to stop this action, because it wasn't fun having someone else digging into your mouth to remove something that just needed a moment to reduce itself. Once the dust had begun to settle was when he started to get the proper ability to breath again, back. Unfortunately not without a little nipping at Darius' finger. Giggling a little bit he stood and took Darius away from there then. Coming to a stop some moments after that he looked to Darius as the other shouted at him " Hey, HEY! Don't hit me, what the fuck. I couldn't breath, that's not my fault. Yell at that crazy old man." He looked toward the shopping bags then and let out a sigh " I remember, don't harp me." Reaching a hand up, a thin layer of sweat having worked it's way over him then " You see. I tried to do that, back when you were in that fuckers house. Nothing. I think we need a mirror--Or something-- Hey, weird question but... Do you want to fuck?" Asher had asked then before looking around. Bringing a hand up to his chest then he rolled it around, bending over a little as he was catching his breath " I think, in all that excitement, I kind of got a little... Heh." Though he paused, not able to explain it exactly. Maybe he just liked being in danger like that. Taking a side step then he looked around, noticing they had run into the woods instead of farther into town.
[5:45 PM] Karma:
" What do you say, we pound one out and then look for a fucking mirror, and get the hell out of here before any more creepy old men come along... Unless you want me to walk around with this erection until we do." Asher muttered gesturing to his waist " Which I don't find ideal, given the situation and all, it would kind of be, encumbering.-Like a blow job, hand job- you know."
[7:34 AM] Soup:
“I'm right here! I've been standing here the whole time!” But Darius had known what Asher was getting at. He, never in a million more years, would think the words 'too vulgar' would ever leave his lips, but they did. “Well maybe you are used to receiving shiny pretty things from people but I'm not. When have you given me a gift Asher? I don't even see a ring on this finger” As if he was promoted, Darius had stuck out his ring finger at Asher and wiggled it around. “Maybe I wouldn't have been creeped on by some perverted old man if there had been” But, he probably would have – the only way he wouldn't have was if Darius was still a man and if he was, they wouldn't have been in Underland in the first place. It had hit Darius, about half way through the conversation about Sean, that something had started to feel a bit strange. He ended up missing half of Asher's advice about not looking a gift horse in the mouth as he started undoing the top button of the shirt he was wearing because of how flush his body was becoming. That wasn't all that was going on however, considering most of that flushed heat was now pooling between his legs. And that, really, was the most worrisome thing on its own as he squeezed his legs together and shifted himself uncomfortably. He recognized the feeling only, it was a dampness he was feeling rather than an awkward erection poking his thigh. “Oh I would love to yell at the crazy old man, but he is lying unconscious on his floor the way he should be. He is lucky I didn't kill him” The last thing he wanted was to have a whole slew of Underlandian's chasing them out Underland, which they may have been gunning to do already. Or jail. He couldn't imagine what jail was like in Underland, maybe they made you royalty when you killed someone, everything was a tad bit messed up there. “Stop giving me reasons to harp at you” Darius rolled his eyes then – only to have them blown wide when Asher asked him if he wanted to fuck. “What, here? ----”
[7:34 AM] Soup:
They were in the middle of the forest at that point, putting as much distance as possible between them and that house before they called out to Sean. Or at least, that was what Darius assumed they were doing – they had no reason to stay in Underland any longer. He thought about it for a moment, could having sex in Underland cause unforeseen repercussions if Darius were to get pregnant? Would the magic from Underland somehow affect the child? Oh, these were questions that Darius had thrown to the wayside as his slender feminine hands were pushing Asher against a tree trunk – dark eyes looking into Asher's as his silky tongue brushed against the bottom of his lips. “I want to fuck.”
[6:21 PM] Karma:
As the other yelled that they were there, and had been there, completely missing what he had been saying, Asher assumed. He rolled his eyes " Clearly. Who could mistake such a whiny tone..." Asher then muttered before the other had gone on talking. As Darius asked about him giving gifts Asher squint at her, his head turning slightly " Bitch. I gave you a fucking business, and barely if at all ever ask how that's going. Since you are always on my fucking back all the time." Asher said, sharply. Though with what the other had continued to say he rolls his eyes " Oh. I am sorry, Yes. I should have given you a ring forever ago. Clearly when you were acting as though I were too good for you to marry you were really saying you wanted me to surprise marry you. Now that you are a woman for the last five hours, give or take. It's clearly possible for me to have a fucking ring for you! Because I was totally going to just you know..Marry you, this entire time!" Asher shouted, clearly losing his temper with Darius, as his face became red and veins started bulging out.
[6:22 PM] Karma:
Laughing then he suddenly grabs Darius' shoulders, squeezing them " Yes. You did a very good job at throwing the pervert into their own house. You are really getting a handle on those powers of yours. Fascinating." He gave the other a soft shake then before looking around, as again, Darius went on " I wouldn't be giving you any reasons to harp. If you didn't harp about apparently fucking everything... I bruise, where's my ring? I want gifts! Gimme gimme gimme! But don't do it now! Do it when I say so. Now! Now that I am not me! Now that I'm a girl! I want it all! WHAT ARE YOU, Veruca Salt from Willy Wanka's Chocolate Factory!?" He laughed again before pacing slightly, bringing a hand to cover up his mouth as he was thinking " Hmmm.." Looking up then, he nods " Oh, come on Darius. Please. I can't really...do much, when it's like this. Could you?" He asked, wiggling a little bit as he tried to distract himself from the intense waves coursing from his gut " Then we'll quickly get home, do that locket shit and you'll be back to yourself. Easy as pop-tarts!"
[6:22 PM] Karma:
" I mean, we don't exactly have anywhere else we can go. And would you rather we do it in front of a lot of staring people.--Which, by the way, you have noticed that, haven't you? It's very...strange..." He mumbled, continuing to pace a little bit. He then reached out and smacked the back of his hand to Darius' stomach, playfully " Now then how about we- Weh-" Stumbling then he felt the tree against his back before in the next moment Darius' tongue was sliding along his lips " Um...You want to fuck. Alright!" He gave a nod before reaching over to start removing Darius' already pretty revealing outfit " You want daddy to fill you up, hm? I should have known by the way you were dressing today that you were wanting some..alone time. Hm? How about I gift you some much needed, fucking." He leaned in toward Darius then another jolt of warmth and tingling running through his body from his gut. But perhaps he was yearning a bit too much. Because it was in that moment his pupils slit into little slivers and he was pushing Darius onto his back, his slender womanly body hitting the ground not so delicately.
[6:23 PM] Karma:
Asher had no idea what had suddenly come over him at that moment as he moved down on top of Darius, his teeth baring slightly as his canines pointed into sharp dangerous points. His lips curled up as a growl managed to escape from them. Moving a hand to his pants he undid them himself before moving to grab Darius by his wrist and pinning him to the forest floor. Despite Asher's sickly, small body, it had seemed to be of no concern at that moment as something animalistic had seemed to come over him. His erection had throbbed almost painfully before he had started moving it closer to Darius' open, unprotected pussy. Asher, still in a state had gripped onto Darius' shoulder then and forced the other onto their stomach before jerking up their hips and penetrating Darius' roughly, uncharacteristically quick to bring himself deep inside of the others opening. He thrust deep inside of her, the low growls continuing to come out from his snarling mouth. Little pricks of hair had begun to grow over Asher's skin, scratching along Darius' as Asher thrust deep inside the other, quick and purposefully. After a few moments of this little droplets of sweat began to drop onto Darius' skin from Asher's body, which had become so hot in such a short time.
[6:23 PM] Karma:
With a light giggle Asher bit into Darius' shoulder then before pinning the others hands with his own, to the forest floor ones more, his hips crashing into Darius' backside.
[11:32 PM] Soup:
Darius was not expecting the reaction he got from Asher – wasn't getting married his idea? Wasn't that what Asher wanted? Not only was Darius extremely confused, insulted, and now a little annoyed, Asher's carrying on the argument was only making it worse. ”Bloody Hell Asher, I have no bloody clue who the hell you are talking about and frankly, you know what? I don't even want to marry you anymore! Hold another fucking ball for all I care, there are plenty of whores willing to jump on your cock for a crown.” And there it was – that feeling he couldn't describe. That feeling stirring in his belly, he was showing all the signs of being aroused and thankfully, Asher was the only one in sight. It was easy for him to say yes, even when the back of his mind was telling him there were certain disadvantages to having sex as a woman than having sex as man. The floor of the forest had been unforgiving, scratching his bare backside as Asher tore off his clothes and pretty much forced his feminine body to the ground. But Darius's body had wanted it, as badly as Asher wanted to give it to him – slender feminine hands had reached for Asher's back, dragging nails down his flesh as he wasted no time in thrusting into him. Darius's moans, both a mixture of lust and pain, had echoed all around them, his insides squeezing tightly around Asher's cock until he allowed himself to slip into the moment, lost in it as Asher continued to fuck him. It hadn't taken but a moment for his body to start to relax, to beg for the thrusting, to consume him in the lust that was causing him to arch his back and cry out into the night. He couldn't tell you how long they were out there, enveloped in the throws of lustful passion, he could only remember how good the release felt when he had finally came, breathing heavier than he ever had before as he buried his face into the crook of Asher's shoulder and held onto the orgasm for as long as his body would allow.
[11:32 PM] Soup:
When the moment had ended, Darius was still panting, feminine lips parting as he watched his breath hover above his lips. For a moment he was silent, moving away from Asher to reach for his clothes and pull them back on, his back to Asher as he cleared his throat and finally looked at him once more.
[11:33 PM] Soup:
”We should call the Hare-- and get back home”
[9:08 AM] Karma:
Asher rolled his eyes when Darius misunderstood what he was saying " I swear to whatever god you may believe in. There's cotton candy blocking your fucking ears and turning your brain juices into fucking sugar juice." Asher grumbled staring at Darius then, silently fuming that he had to explain the next part to the other " I am talking about right now, you dipshit. I'm not talking about in general. I am speaking that, you, right now, your decision to merry me." Griping his hand at Darius then, miming chocking the other he narrowed his eyes " You are being frustrating, do you know that? I saying that YOU want to marry me. Not that I want to marry others, --" And then he slapped Darius right across the face. Because Asher wasn't Tristan, who had the patience, and he wasn't Seti, who knew better. Asher was not the kind to let slights go un-reprimanded. He would even remind Darius of that " You shut your your god damn mouth if you don't know what to spit from it!" Asher then snapped at Darius, which was uncharacteristic for him, but clearly Asher was angry enough to be uncharacteristically mean.
[9:08 AM] Karma:
After a moment of staring around he had begun to calm down, clearly getting distracted by thinking of a way to get out of there. Knowing that they would need a mirror which would most likely help in Sean's hearing them. Unless Sean had been preoccupied with something else. Which he had to guess wasn't the case. Tilting his head couldn't stand it anymore, the urge to fuck something had continued growing worse, even as he was getting angry it had become more agonizingly apparent. Squirming slightly he tossed his hands up " Ah, fuck it. We're doing this Darius. We're getting married, what's the point in fighting about it. Hm?" Asher gave the other a grin then before moving to jump the other and soon enough they were starting to mesh a whole lot more than a moment before. Asher hadn't been paying much attention to what was going on leading up to Darius scratching along his back " Ah- ah...Gently, gently..." He whispered to Darius, with a laugh before continuing. The others moaning only making him push more, thrusting deeper and getting harder " You feel so good, do you know that..." He whispered as dropped his head into the crook of Darius' neck, wheezy breaths escaping from his lips.
[9:09 AM] Karma:
It was hard to breath the toxic air around him, which was making his euphoria in that moment double, since he wasn't getting enough air to his brain, good for him, one could assume. Because it felt so much better fucking Darius when he wasn't able to think about it clear enough and all his attention was focused on getting off. It all had seemed to come so quickly then, cumming into Darius as the climax of the moment washed over him, leaving him heavily panting and wheezing for breath, sweat caking his pale skin that showed the slightest hints of the veins under them. Grinning then he pushed up from Darius and glanced away when the other spoke of the hare " I know that Darius, you've said. And I told you-...We--" Pausing to cough he moves to pull himself out of Darius and waved a hand in front of his mouth, having a bit of trouble swallowing the thick saliva in his mouth " Ahem..-" He cleared his throat then before moving to zip himself up " We need to get to a mirror. I already tried to contact him and the little shit didn't show up."
[9:09 AM] Karma:
Finishing with his pants then he moved back a little, trying to get Darius more room to get out from under him, when something suddenly smashed into the side of his head, sending a spray of blood into Darius' face as his body collapsed to the other side of Darius, the force of the strike coming from behind him almost sending him sliding across the forest floor. That was when someone walked up, getting into Darius' face with the bat they had just hit Asher in the head with " Ah, so that's the moaning whore." A man had said as the two were starting to be surrounded by some geared out 'cops' complete with some sort of tank like vehicle coming toward them " Cheshire fucker, hm, that's a criminal offense, miss." The man knelt toward Darius then " Why don't you go ahead and give up then, you won't like what comes if you try to escape." Just then the old man from earlier came hollering in " See, see, the bitch. I knew it. The whore! Animal fucker! Send her down the river. She robbed me! Took my locket she did. I want them to hang!"
[9:09 AM] Karma:
One of the police shoved the old man back then " We got this, sir, everything will be taken to court and be dealt with, accordingly. Now let us do our jobs." Then everyone had aimed their guns, despite their being no danger, at Asher, who was laying on his side with blood coming from the side of his head " I want all the eyes we can get, on that monster. If it moves. Shoot it, but let's try not to be lethal here, we aren't savages." The one cop in front of Darius then aimed a pistol at her forehead " Now why don't you get up and come to the nice truck with me and we'll get all of this sorted out, hm? Be a good lady." But just as he was finishing a bunch of smoke quickly filled the air " Shoot it!" The cop then shouted only, which had the thickly building smoke become filled with gunfire directed straight at Asher. Only Asher had then grabbed Darius' hand and started to pull him through the smoke " Come on, we're getting the hell out of here, right now!" Asher hissed, as they were getting farther away from the gunfire.
[9:10 AM] Karma:
"These people are fucking insane. What in the hell have they done to the Cheshire's here..." Asher looked back for a moment before pulling Darius in front of him and shoving him through the thick smoke around them " We'll find a god damn mirror and get the hell out of here and then maybe I might chop of that Hare's middle fingers just for all this hassle." Asher laughed a bit, despite the situation " So, did you have fun on our little vacation, Darylene? Because I am having a blas-" Before he could finish something was shot at him, penetrating the right side of his shoulder making him collapse to the ground " Ah...fuck is that..." Asher managed to say as he moved to reach up for the metallic piece sticking into his shoulder, then suddenly was pulled away from Darius as the sound of metal and cord scraping against more metal could be heard. After a few minutes, in the distance a man could be heard yelling at someone else to 'sedate that monster' and then ' find the girl!' moments later.
[9:54 AM] Soup:
The slap had been shocking, but not that shocking considering who the slap had come from. Darius had gasped the moment he felt the stinging on his face, his split second reaction was to slap Asher back. ”Don't you fucking slap me!” The last thing Darius would turn into was an abused girlfriend who cowered at the sight of a raised hand.
[9:54 AM] Soup:
The abuse had been replaced with sex, and then replaced with violence. Darius hadn't seen the attack coming, and neither had Asher. One moment the pair were talking about leaving and in the next moment, Darius was getting his face splattered with Asher's blood. ”What the bloody fuck?!” It was as if that one moment in time was frozen as Darius's dark eyes were blown wide and he saw Asher collapse to the ground. ”Asher! You fucking assholes!” There was a look of offence on Darius's face as he looked toward the two men. ”Moaning whore? Excuse me?!” It was then Darius had noticed the tank – ”You've got to be fucking kidding me --” -- and then there was the old man, making his third appearance. Suddenly all the pieces were coming together. The lust spell. The Underland cops finding them. It was that bloody old man. Darius had growled underneath his breath, dark eyes staring right down the barrel that was pointed at his head. Just as Darius was going to react, smoke had cloaked them enough for Asher to attempt to pull Darius away from the hail of gunfire that soon had followed. ”Killed them by the looks of it, are you alright?” Darius had huffed as Asher asked him if he was having fun. ”No! I'm not having fun, you asshole! How hard did they hit your head?!” Before the question could be answered however, Asher was suddenly being dragged away. Darius had lunged back forward, through the smoke to where Asher had been carried away, only for a mirror to appear in front of him – a shocked Sean stepping through it. ”Not me! Get Asher!!” Darius had pointed in the direction Asher had just been dragged. --
[9:54 AM] Soup:
”What? What the fuck kind of madness did you two get yourselves into now?!” The last thing Sean had wanted was to get involved – quite frankly, him and Seti just had a conversation about leaving Asher and Darius in Underland to teach them a lesson but it was clear to Sean with Darius's blood splattered face and panic in his (her?) eyes that a lesson was clearly already being learned. Grumbling underneath his breath, Sean had stepped through the mirror, only for the mirror to reappear in front of Asher. The Cheshire cat looked in bad shape and Sean had bent down, avoiding most of the gunfire, only to have a bullet clip his shoulder as he started trying to fight with whatever was pulling Asher toward it. ”Bloody fucking Wonderland's!! I didn't sign up for this!!” Whatever was pulling him was strong enough to start dragging Sean along with it -- ”It's either your life, or your arm Asher, sorry about this ---” Truly though, Sean was sorry about what he had been forced to do, and that had been pulling them both through a mirror even if it meant Asher's arm was going to be left behind in Underland. Darius, in the meantime, had been hiding in the woods, waiting for Sean to come back – as to which he had, shortly after as a hand reached out for his wrist and pulled him into the mirror, just before he was found. (e)
[10:52 AM] Karma:
At Darius' question of if he was alright " Oh yeah, I only got smashed in the head. I'm great." He answered in sarcasm as he was busy trying to escape with Darius. He glanced around then " I actually don't think they are dead. I can smell them, not nearby, but I smell them." Asher told the other " Recent scent marks." Clearing his throat then, still struggling to breath he pushes Darius through the smoke. Only to be stabbed though the shoulder and dragged away moments later. Over toward the tank he was surrounded and grabbed by several of the police waiting for him there. His neck quickly exposed as he was struggling to get them off of him and keep the needle they had directed at his neck away " Get the hell off me!" Biting and scratching at the men trying to get a hold of him Asher fought them off for a few minutes, despite the blood and light headedness. But eventually the needle managed to prick into his skin and the sedation was administered. Still fighting however Asher shoved several cops off of him before the effects of the syringe began to take hold " Fucking ...bastards..."
[10:53 AM] Karma:
Shoving several more off him he continued to try and pull away from the tank like vehicle, wanting to get to Darius before anything happened to the other. He was surprisingly strong enough to make it quite a few feet into the smoke, the gears of the tank trying to bring him back to it as he forced himself forward, the prongs from the device attached to him and the cord to the tank digging into his shoulder. Reaching out a hand he growled, his other hand yanking on the cord. Dropping to the ground he dug his hands into the ground, not wanting to be pulled back, just then he had seen Sean appear in front of him " Oh, no, you didn't? Well neither the fuck did I. And Darius is still a girl!" Being yanked back as Sean had grabbed him he glared " You know, for someone who's a rabbit, you need bigger ears to hear, don't you? I called you like four times about an hour ago, what the hell were you doing,- Sorry about what?" It didn't take him long to figure it out as the mirror opened up and soon enough they were back in Wonderland " You fucking asshole!" Was all he could say as he started screaming in agonizing pain blood spilling out onto the floor as he pulled away, staggering almost in a confused state, mostly because he had a sedative drug in him, and had been now losing a whole bunch of blood "Aah! Wha-...the fuck!" Dropping to the floor Asher started sobbing uncontrollably because he could feel every single ounce of the pain.
[10:53 AM] Karma:
His body wasn't allowed to go into shock in order to combat it because of the drugs that had just been given to him " Why didn't you just cut the fucking cord, you asshole!" Asher shouted before continuing to scream and cry in absolute agony. And that was the state Asher had been in by the time Sean had come back with Darius. Asher had been in sobbing mess in a puddle of blood on the floor, looking absolutely on in shock and dying.
[7:15 PM] Soup:
”I didn't ask if they were dead! I only care if YOU are!!” It didn't seem to matter how far away they got, whoever was after them was heavy on their pursuit, no matter how far into the smoke they had gotten. Darius could barely see anything, he could only see Asher being pulled away from him – and he could only hear his screams. ”Asher!! ASHER!!” Maybe Sean had heard him screaming, but it was doubtful, Darius wasn't expecting the Hare to show up at all – more than a bit surprised when he did. Darius however, wasn't the one that needed the help and for once it had seemed that Sean had actually understood that as he went to get Asher instead of getting him out of Underland first. --
[7:16 PM] Soup:
”Darius still being a woman is the LEAST of your problems right now!!” Sean was breathing heavily, biting down on his lip as he winced from the streak of exposed flesh caused by the stray bullet aimed at Asher. He would have to take himself back to Seti the moment he got the two out of Underland. ”Oh stop your bloody bitching you damn cat! I told you I didn't owe you anything – I fucking told you that you were on your own!! I am not at your fucking beckon' call – you aren't MY King!!”” The last thing he had wanted to do was argue with Asher, but the damn Cat just brought it out of him. There was little time to make a sound decision, Asher's screaming was even a higher pitch to Sean's sensitive ears. He had literally dropped Asher on the floor of his bedroom as Diamond servants came rushing to Asher's aid. ”Tell me what the fuck I was supposed to cut the cord with you ungrateful asshole! The bullets were aiming at ME too you prick! Be glad I dragged you away like that and not your corpse! Now if you excuse me, I have to go back to get your girlfriend!!” Into the mirror and back out, Sean was soon dropping Darius next to the sobbing and bleeding Asher on the floor.
[7:16 PM] Soup:
”What did you do to him?!!” Darius was completely panicking, shouting accusations at Sean who wasn't sticking around to hear them. As soon as he had his chance he was already stepping into a mirror and heading back home, leaving Darius and Asher there alone. ”Bloody Hare, Asher, -- Asher, your arm! Bloody Hell, your arm!” Darius was trying to stay calm which had proved impossible as he was sitting in Asher's blood. Several servants piled into the room as Darius was shooed away from Asher, his hands shaking as he tried to wipe away his tears with the back of his bloodied hand. ”Save him! I don't care how you do it! Just save him!!” Asher's life was in their hands now.
[8:02 PM] Karma:
As staff came rushing in and Darius was dropped off and within moments Sean was disappearing back into the mirror Asher had started to slowly succumb to the shock, or the sedative that was in him. As well as the blood loss. Being lifted off the floor by the staff his limps slacked, droplets of blood had trickled off from where they had soaked along his body. The remaining part of the right side of his body, where his arm used to be still squirting out blood as Asher had been taken away to be cared for. Several maids came in to show Darius to another room in the castle as well as start getting ready to clean the room back up. They then left Darius alone in the new room as many were mostly dealing with the mess. It wasn't until about two days later that Darius was taken to the room where Asher was placed, once he was well enough. Laying in bed he appeared to be sleeping soundly, his head turned away from Darius, his bare chest slightly showing just below his shoulders, where there had been a lot of wrappings on the right side of his body that was already showing more signs of bleeding through, right at the part of the shoulder where an arm was no longer at. His left arm had been resting over his stomach. Inhaling deeply after a moment he continued to sleep, still pale from all the blood he had lost only two days before. Asher had continued to remain that way for the next few hours even. By the time he had actually woken up it was already several hours into the sleeping hours.
[8:03 PM] Karma:
Pushing the blankets off of him he pushed himself out of bed and stumbled his way through the dark room and toward the bathroom nearby. Slouching and sluggish in his walk he entered the bathroom and flicked a light on with his left hand and then made his way to the toilet where he started to piss for the next minute or so yawning tiredly tipped his head back and forth. After finishing he adjusted himself before going back toward the bedroom. Though as he went to go turn off the light this time, with his right hand, he threw himself off balance and tumble to the floor, landing right on the wounded stub of flesh " Ah....Fuck! Mmmm." Wrapping his left hand around he curled up into a small ball, enduring the pain that was now shooting through his shoulders and spine. Dropping his head onto the floor he let out a few more pained sounds before suddenly falling asleep again on the floor, drooping in the absolute bliss of simply sleeping. Asher didn't wake up for the rest of the night, he just remained asleep despite anything else. His body far too exhausted to keep him awake for too long. He might has well have been a living corpse. And for the next week or so, he was. More of less anyway. On the day he had finally woke up for more than ten minutes he was sitting in bed and asking about arms that were in the process of being built for him. It had been late in the evening by the time he was finished with these talks. Letting out a breath he leaned back as he was left alone before looking to Darius " So, what have you been doing this last week without me to entertain you?"
[8:44 PM] Soup:
Darius hadn't slept a full night since they came back from Underland, and it wasn't just because Asher was kept in the infirmary for days and days on end. No, there was something else going on with Darius's feminine body, she knew what was going on the moment she found himself bent over the toilet first thing in the morning. Then there came the mood swings, the strange cravings, the odd little feeling in her stomach as the hours turned into days, turned into weeks. He... no, she was pregnant and it hadn't taken long for Darius to start to show. Being from Wonderland, being under a curse, her three week old baby bump was growing at the rate of a three month old fetus. The doctor to the Diamond royalty expected Darius to have the child in nine weeks, which meant most of the morning sickness had subsided by the time Asher was well enough to actually start moving and talking on his own. When Asher had wandered into the room, Darius was currently sitting on the couch with her feet up on an ottoman - a jar of pickles in one hand, a quart of icecream in the other and a bowl of popcorn balanced on her rounded belly. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as a sappy romance movie played - sobbing into her popcorn as she looked at Asher. "It's so sad, she doesn't remember who he is, he sees her every day and reads her a story about their past together and by the end of the day she remembers, only to wake up and forget him again. And then - and oh god, then, when she wakes up and she has remembered, they both end up dying that afternoon! What kind of asshole writes that?!!" Suddenly, Darius was throwing the popcorn at the screen. "ASSHOLES!!"
[8:44 PM] Soup:
It was at that moment Darius realized she had completely wasted all her popcorn, huffing as she stuffed a spoon full of ice cream in her mouth, chasing it with a dill pickle and swallowing it before her attention was on Asher. "Carrying your unborn child, are you still mad at the Hare for losing your arm?" In the next moment she was holding out the ice cream for Asher to take. "Double fudge cookie dough. I hope you realize how special you are to have a pregnant woman give up something they've been craving"
[9:08 PM] Karma:
Seeing Darius in such a ...state, as he was, had Asher quite confused. As he neared the woman sitting about gorging herself on the weirdest food combination he had ever seen he made a face at her. Then he listen as she spoke of The Notebook, a movie he had never even seen. But by the sound of how Darius spoke of it, one he most likely would have no interest in seeing anyway " Well, they were old. People get old and die Darius." He scratched the side of his head with his left hand then and gave a small laugh " That does suck she didn't have any memories and needed to constantly be reminded of her life." Gagging a bit as Darius downed the ice cream and then pickle he shook his head "Why in the fuck are you eating that like that..." Though he trailed off as Darius explained that she was carrying an unborn child. His unborn child " Wow, you don't sound upset about that at all... " Asher muttered exhaustively before shaking his head " And how would you like me to feel about it? I lost an arm...what did he lose? A few pints of blood." Asher moved over then and grabbed the ice cream in his left hand and started at it for a moment " Oh, thanks that sounds delicious. I guess I don't want to be taking away from a starving pregnant woman though."
[9:08 PM] Karma:
Asher looked the ice cream over before sitting down and sighing " And when did you become such a pregnant lady. Did your hormones change that much?" Asher asked before licking some of the ice cream off his finger as he set it down between his legs. Looking back up toward the tv then he wiggled his nose " So what are you watching next. Hm?" He leaned back before resting his head back against the couch, his usually small healthy frame having become much more slime in all his weeks of resting and sleeping. And not only a few minutes after Darius had answered his question was Asher slouching toward Darius, his head resting against the other males now female body, right on their shoulder. A few strands of loose hair falling down over his face as he snoozed so easily against Darius' frame. A small grin on his lips " As long as you're okay..."
[9:45 PM] Soup:
”That's not the point, ---” Though it did make Darius give a certain pause. ”We don't. We don't grow old. We get older, but we don't age. You die every night, but that is besides the point. It was a great movie, sappy and beautiful – I just wish they wouldn't have died. If I made that movie, they would have had a happier ending.” Darius had actually scoffed as Asher ridiculed what she was eating. “It's called being pregnant Asher, maybe you should try it.” Though he doubted Asher would be craving pickles, popcorn, and ice cream, he seemed more like a catnip tar tar with a saucer of cream kinda guy. Darius's attention was pulled toward the missing arm as she crossed her legs, passing Asher the bowl of popcorn. ”Have they finished your metal arm yet? You better learn how to use it so you don't crush the baby when she's born. I'll kill you and bury you next to her.” She might have been passing it off as a joke, but it was a real concern of hers. ”I'm guessing that night you fucked me in the forests of Underland, Asher. I'm already under a spell we haven't managed to break yet – and we can't break it now until the baby is born. It isn't unusual for us Wonderlander's to not have a pregnancy term the way a normal oyster would. Look how quick it was for Seti.” If she was actually friends with Seti, she might have asked him how the pregnancy was for him. Unfortunately, her and Asher were on their own. (c)
[9:46 PM] Soup:
As for what Darius was planning to watch next she had leaned forward, reaching for the remote control just as Asher leaned against her. In that moment finding something new to watch just wasn't that important anymore. ”You really care about me that much?” Slender digits had eased around Asher's shoulder, fingertips lightly playing with his hair as she turned her head just enough to brush her lips against his forehead. ”You're a good boyfriend Asher, just don't go advertising that. I feel fat and disgusting, be too easy for a tight little bimbo to steal you away.” (e)
[10:47 AM] Karma:
" I have lived here my whole life, Darius. I know. Calm down." He glanced to the screen then as Darius went on with that wishful thinking. Making a face he lets out a breath, a slight laugh at the others wanting them to have a happy ending. Rolling his eyes a bit then he turns his head away before shaking it " I think it's better, the way they died. It says, that not everything good, ends happily. It shows you the reality of life. Death happens. The unbelievably lovely part about the end of the movie, however, is...That they shared those last moments, together, in love as they were in their younger days." Asher then held his hands up " Nope. Not for me. And I don't think eating strange foods would be a common occurrence for someone in such a condition." Narrowing his eyes slightly, he thought to himself for a moment. But decided to just shrug and make his way toward the other. With the popcorn being handed to him he held the bowl and frowned down at it. He wasn't feeling very hungry, and considering what he had just been through, it was understandable. At least to most. Darius however had seemed to be treating it so nonchalantly, but he seemed to be taking most things so...strangely, Asher had noticed. Looking toward Darius again he places the bowl in his lap before taking a couple of popcorn's out and eating them as he listen to the other "Um, no? It takes a lot more time for something so sophisticated to be built, in this world, Darius." He looked toward the tv then " Be lucky we have even got this strange picture box to watch the movies on..." Asher gestured to the tv then before looking to Darius once more as the other again started talking about the pregnancy " I wouldn't know. It took my mother many attempt to have me. So, maybe rushing isn't the best way to have a baby."
[10:48 AM] Karma:
He gave a yawn then before shaking his head " Seti's was so quick because Sean is a hare, they are always so fast, such in a rush to get to places. Plus he had that stupid fucking ring the rabbit gave him to help. If I remember right." Asher yawned then before moving his hand up to rub his palm to his left eye, then moved to lean against the other " I guess...Would you rather I not care as much?" A smirk spread over his lips "Trust me, I don't think I'll say anything, wouldn't want it to get out that the Hatter is such a soft little sop." Asher muttered as he was falling more and more into sleep. Only nodding when the other brought up a bimbo stealing him away. Several hours later, it was night time, and had been for quite a while. Asher had been in the bathroom next to his room, just after taking a piss. Stopping he noticed that his now wounded remains of his arm was bleeding a little, so he had stopped to tend to that before just going back to bed. Closing the door he turns on the light and starts to unwrap it. Once that was done he looked at it " Stupid fucking hare. 'Ooo, waah, I got shot in the shoulder' boo hoo..Wish you had more than two brain cell's in that empty head of yours." Asher muttered between hisses as he had dabbed at the injury, cleaning it from germs and other bacteria. He heard a slight thud coming from the bedroom then, only giving a small look. However he assumed it had just been Darius, the other was often very noisy it seemed, when they were trying to be quiet. They were more likely to stomp around than enter a room with any sort of grace.
[10:48 AM] Karma:
Laughing slightly he shook his head before getting back to the wound. Tossing the old bandages into the sink he goes to place the new ones over the open wound. Standing then he moved to exit the bathroom, lifting his left hand up to his mouth as he let out another yawn before moving to turn off the light, only to miss it completely and smack his injury right into the door " Ah, fuck...Mmm.." Moving to hold it he curled into himself slightly " That hurt... ooo...That one hurt..." He mumbled quietly " Got to remember I don't have a fucking arm there anymore... shit...Ouch..." After a few seconds of this he agitatedly reached his left hand over to flick the light off before opening the door and walking back into the bedroom, back toward bed. Only to suddenly disappear into the floor. Hitting a solid floor a moment later Asher let out a gasp of pain as the shock from the fall came over him. And just over his head several people had been standing over him. One of those in a white coat grinned and excitedly told another that 'it worked'. Giving them a confused look he continued to look around, slowly bring his eyes to look up at the opening in the ceiling " Wha-" He was cut of then one another in a white coat said that 'portal was closing' then he followed their look toward someone in a police uniform, attached to a machine of some sort, though their entire body was covered from head to toe in metallic or cloth armor and the like. Before he could see anything else though someone was placing a mask over his face, and something had started to pump it's way into his lung and spread through his body, sending him quickly off to sleep.
[10:49 AM] Karma:
The next morning there was a knock at the door, one for Asher to wake up before it became too late in the day. After all, he had responsibilities to attend to, as King of the Diamond Kingdom. He couldn't just sleep the day away like some people. However, on that morning, unlike any other, Asher didn't get up. Mostly because he wasn't even there to begin with, dun dun duuun!
[12:23 PM] Soup:
"Well then next time we will have YOU piss someone off so that YOU can be the one carrying a child hmm? I don't want to lose the kid, so I'll ride it out for a little longer as a woman but that means you need to be a bit more tolerate and a LOT less judgemental as to what I decide to shove in my face - got it?" The truth was, Darius didn't know how else to deal with Asher's missing arm. She couldn't help the frown on her face, mostly because she didn't know how else to help him. "Listen, why don't I try and, I don't know, see if the Hare can't find a replacement for your arm sooner? It IS his fault that your arm is left over in Underland. I might despise the kid but - he knows how to find the unfindable. He has free access to the oyster realm, perhaps they have something we can... procur for you in the mean time."
[12:37 PM] Soup:
She hadn't seen it, a fake arm as it were, in real life, but on television shows she had, if Asher could find something like that -- "Better yet, why don't I track down that bloody Hare now and have him take you to an actual hospital in the other realm?" In hind sight, that was probably what they should have done - instead of wasting the night away watching more movies and then eventually falling asleep. Darius had actually fallen asleep on the couch, with the baby growing inside of his female body far faster than it should have been, it had certainly taken its toll. Not even the havoc and chaos that had happened to Asher had managed to rouse Darius from her sleep, it wasn't until the sun had risen and the servants were coming around to tell them breakfast was ready had Darius woken up and realized something was very wrong. When she called out to Asher and there was no answer, Darius started searching the rooms - a cold chill running up her spine when she had seen the state the bedroom was in. Clearly, there was a struggle, and clearly, whoever Asher had been struggling with had done something terrible. The only trouble was, Darius didn't know where to start. There was no ransom note, nobody waiting to rub it in her face or seek demands, and there was only one person that Darius could think of to go to help. (c)
[12:45 PM] Soup:
It had taken a couple of hours for Darius to wind up at Sean's house from the Diamond Castle, it wasn't exactly across the hill like her old house had been. Darius could hear voices inside as she didn't even bother knocking on the door and just made her way in. "Asher is missing ---" Sean had shared a glance with Seti as he looked toward Darius. "So? How is that my problem? And bloody Wonderlands, you have only been gone for a couple days, how are you already showing?" Darius had closed the distance between himself and Sean, snatching up his wrist with her hand. "Never mind that, I need you to find out what happened to him. Use your mirrors, show me who took him" "Haven't I helped you enough?" I got you and Asher out of Underland didn't I?" "You cost him his arm!!!" "That wasn't my fault! It was either his arm, or his life!!!" "I don't have time for this! Just use your mirrors, show me what happened to him!" Snatching his arm away from his (Her) grip, Sean created the mirror, watching along with Darius as the events unfolded. "You recognize any of those people? Looks like your hunch was correct. But you can't do anything, you're pregnant. You're gonna have to come up with a Plan B." "Like Bloody Hell I can't do anything! Take me to Underland, I'll get him back myself!" Sean had shook his head, looking toward Seti as if expecting him to jump in at any moment. (e)
[6:35 PM] Karma:
Asher gave a grin as Darius snapped at him, then nodded his head " Wow, you must really love me. Wishing something you think has been one of the worst things to ever happen to you, on me." Nodding then he pushed himself up " Fine, you do just that, Darius." He then rolled his eyes when Darius started to make demands of him " I'm not being intolerant, nor am I being judgmental. I just don't know what's going on with you. And In case you forgot. I lost an arm recently, so i'm a bit of a mess." Shaking his head then he glances up before sitting back on the couch and listen to Darius make a suggestion about the arm " You do know that it would need maintenance and who knows what else. But if that's what you want to try, I'm not against it. I'm just not sure." Lifting his left hand up then he rubbed the side of his head before yawning " Right now I just want to not die of an infection and the stress off all of this. Though with Darius' next suggestion he grumbled " I don't want to go to anymore realms at the moment. Maybe another time we can do that, like I said. I just want to rest for the time being. I just lost an arm, Darius. I'm not in the mood to go wandering around being constantly reminded of it. After a while though they both seemed to just get into watching things and Darius had fallen asleep on the couch. That's when Asher decided to take his leave from the other. Then later on that night he had been taken by people who were trying to find Darius' instead. As Darius was the one they wanted the most for 'her' crimes in Underland. Asher's only crime was being a cheshire who wasn't being handled right by Darius. Asher got an entire ear full of it when he was being taken to a prison without being put through court. After all, Cheshire's didn't deserve a trial in Underland. And for Asher, time had passed much more quickly.
[6:36 PM] Karma:
Because not long after arriving at the prison where he was made to serve other non-cheshire prisoners and those working at the prison. Along with daily beatings for the most minor infractions, Asher had gotten the same treatment as every other cheshire in the facility. That was until one day a woman had come for him, specifically him. She had easily been able to siege the entire facility and demand his release into her custody. She promised to not murder every last one of them if they had only given her, and so they had given Asher away to the woman. The woman and her legion had then taken Asher through a portal. They told him that they would be taking him home but as they crossed the portal a metal collar had been fashioned to his neck and the woman had started to give orders to hook him up to a machine in a room. Asher was then dragged by the other guards to a room with a strange floor. Stopping for a moment before getting shoved he looked toward the woman in charge " What, you going to make me exercise, what the hell is going on here?"
[6:36 PM] Karma:
Though they didn't answer him they just shoved him into the room and closed the door quickly behind him. The woman then started speaking into a mic at him about how he was to spend every day running for as long as she deemed necessary, and sleep, eat, drink, during the small breaks she would give him. It was, as one could guess, absolutely confusing. Asher didn't know why was having to do this he asked "I don't think that's a very good idea. I have a heart condi-" He was cut off when the woman told him she knew all about his condition " Okay...And what if I don't?" Asher had asked then before the floor suddenly jerked under him, the belt starting. He dropped to the belt cover floor, hard, his skin getting burned as the belt kept going. Quickly pushing himself up with his arm he hissed " Alright! I got it! Keep running, fuck!" The woman then nods watching Asher through the glass for a moment before commanding most of the legion of warriors out of the room.
[6:37 PM] Karma:
Things had went on like that for a long time, every time Asher collapsed from exhaustion or simply just passed out because his heart gave out he was revived and given a few days of rest before having to go through the tests again. Finally however, he was freed. A soldier had walked him out of the testing room and he was given a fruity drink " Oh, wow...Nice, I love fruity drin-" The woman commanded him to shut up and just drink it then. Rolling his eyes he lift the drink up and gulped the entire thing down. When Sean looked at him Seti moved closer, putting Julian in the others arms before moving to Darius and then all out bitch slapping the other right across the face " You aren't going to do anything with this condition. Asher can't be helped if everyone has to protect that spawn of yours. Now get back to your house, deal with that-" He points at Darius' stomach " And then go save him. But your main priority is to protect that child. Do you understand that, you have a responsibility now. Asher isn't a child, and it is horrible what has happened. But your child is in the most danger right now. Stay calm and deal with that, now." Seti then looked to Sean " Close the mirror and I want to hear no more of this traveling nonsense out of either of you until that child is born and Darius has properly prepared. You better listen to me, or so help me..." He narrowed his eyes on the both of them before grabbing Julian away "Wanting to put himself in danger while carrying a child inside him, how reckless could you be." Seti muttered as he was walking away " Sean, help Darius get home and then that's it. You come right back here."
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Para: Interruptions
WHO: @nycjessestjames & @dariuspuckerman & chelsea
WHEN: Friday 30th November, evening (after text convo)
WHERE: Jesse’ apartment.
WHAT: Darius meets Jesse at his apartment instead… however, things don’t go to plan.
Jesse: Jesse groaned as he finally made his way to his apartment building, his steps feeling heavy as he walked towards the elevator. It was already 15 minutes past six, so he was hoping he wouldn’t find Darius already waiting at his door. Not that he wouldn’t like that, he would be a sight for sore eyes, but he’d feel bad if he’d made him wait since he’d said around six. Though when he reached his door he noticed Darius wasn’t there, sliding his key into the lock and turning it. It was amazing how in just under two months, he’d come to depend on the other man so much. Sometimes he had to remind himself they were just fooling around. He’d already thought about what he could get him as a Christmas gift but he didn’t know if they were doing that. Was something you did with a - well - fuck buddy? When he’d started this thing with Darius, he knew he wasn’t ready for a new relationship (least of all with a man) but now… now he thought that maybe he was. And that he wanted it with Darius.
But Darius had also said he wasn’t looking for a relationship. He remembered it clearly. And as far as he knew, he still wasn’t. So he had no intentions of bringing anything up, he didn’t want to lose what they had. He felt like collapsing on the couch but with his and Chelsea’s busy schedule, the apartment wasn’t the cleanest. So he sighed, and started to pick up the various things that had been left around, mainly dishes which he filled the sink up to soak them in. At least now the quick clean up had made the apartment more presentable. Darius hadn’t really come here, they normally stayed at Darius’ since Jesse lived with Chelsea. But she was going to out later tonight, so he didn’t think anything to it and plus, he was exhausted. He lived barely ten minutes from the theatre and while he didn’t normally mind travelling the extra half an hour to Darius’, tonight he just didn’t have the energy.
Darius: Darius held the door to the liquor store open with his back for another person to pass, since his two hands were busy, one with the container holding the lasagna, the other with a bottle of wine he had just bought at the store. They had to drink something with their dinner, right? And something told him Jesse hadn’t had the time to do any actual shopping. Trying his best to fight the weather down until he made it down the stairs, he was happy to see the train arriving to the platform just as he did, so he got in quickly and sat down to make the ride to Jesse’s place. Although he had his own car, ever since the weather had gotten so bad he had preferred to leaveit tucked away at the parking lot near his home as much as he could.
It wasn’t too long before he was making the one block walk from the station to the building where Jesse lived, and the way his heart beat faster with every approaching step was also an indicator for that. They were obviously having a good time, a really good time, but Darius felt like he shouldn’t be pushing his luck. Jesse had been in a relationship with a woman for years, a woman he loved, or still did, he didn’t know. More importantly, a woman pregnant with his child. And given how seemingly apprehensive Jesse had been until they actually went all the way with sex, he wouldn’t be surprised if someday, somehow, Jesse would wake and tell him he didn’t want any of it anymore. That perhaps he felt more comfortably with women.
Therefore, the phrase ‘seize the day’ was branded in his mind. At least until the bubble would burst.
He finally made it to the apartment building and went quickly up the steps, and he managed to bump the button of the buzzer with his nose.
Jesse: Jesse seemed to have got home just in the nick of time, as the rain started pouring buckets when he’d barely been home a minute. He watched the rain out of the window of his apartment as he cleaned and washed the dishes. He jumped when the buzzer went, the loud sound making him snap out of his daze. He glanced down at himself and realised he was still wearing the same clothes he’d been wearing all day at the theatre and he cursed to himself. “Idiot,” he muttered, drying his hands and walking over to the intercom. He pressed the buzzer and smiled, “come on up.” And then - in what might have been the quickest he’d ever moved - dashed into his room, pulling off the dirty clothes and throwing on a clean pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He probably could have taken the time since he got home to shower instead of doing the stupid dishes, but he’d been tired and hadn’t thought. When he heard the knock on the door, he opened in and grinned at Darius, “man, you’re a sight for sore eyes. And that lasagne smells amazing. Come in.”
Darius: Darius made it quickly inside the door after he was buzzed in, the rain now falling downn heavily, and he shook the damp off him as best as he could at the threshold before he went up the stairs, and then he knocked on the door and swayed on his spot slightly until Jesse opened the door. “Hey! I come bearing gifts” he said, both his hands showing what he had brought, then he looked at him and frowned a bit. “Wow, you do look tired” he said as he walked past him, stealing a quick kiss as he did, then he headed right into the kitchen to put everything down, and after that was done he took his own wet coat off. “Man, I barely made it. It’s pouring outside.”
Jesse: Jesse couldn’t help but smile when Darius kissed him quickly, it all feel so domestic already. “Well, by all means, don’t let me be the reason you leave your wet clothes on.” He winked at him, and grabbed a hanger so he could hang Darius’ coat up to dry. He grabbed two glasses from the cupboard, turning them right side up so Darius could pour their drinks. “Thank you for the wine, you didn’t have to … although I really had nothing to offer you anyway so it’s probably best. I swear, I really need to go shopping.” He chuckled, shaking his head to himself.
Darius: Darius smiled at Jesse as he handed him his coat, then worked into getting some wine in the glasses, which would be a nice thing to have, with the weather being so wet and cold. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I know that you’ve been busy and stuff, so I thought ‘do it well, or don’t do it at all’, you know?” He gave him his glass and raised his own. “To a nice, impromptu dinner together. Cheers. So how are rehearsals going? Other than crazy busy, that is” he said with a chuckle, then put his hand around Jesse’s waist and pulled him close to him.
Jesse: Jesse chuckled and clinked his glass softly against Darius’ and nodded, “cheers.” He echoed, taking a sip as Darius asked him how rehearsals, “go- hey!” His body was tugged in close to Darius and he laughed, shaking his head with a smile on his face, “good. Busy but that’s just because previews are next week. It’ll calm down once the show is finalised and the official opening night happens and stuff. I’m glad you could make it tonight. Honestly, I was thinking of calling you for phone sex if you didn’t because god,” he groaned, his whole body aching, “after dance rehearsal today, I needed to blow off steam. And here you are, bearing gifts of lasagne, wine and yourself. Even better.”
Darius: For the first time since they started their thing there was suddenly a flat feeling in his stomach at the mention of him just being a pressure release valvle. It wasn’t by any means the first time either of them had said those exact same words, since Jesse had been to his apartment plenty of times after a busy night at the club. And yet, on that night, there was an unsettling feeling on the pit of his stomach about being, well, a sex provider, and nothing more. Of course, he wasn’t going to say all of that out loud. “Of course. You know me, always happy to lend a hand.” He patted Jesse’s ass, then let go of him and grabbed the bag with the lasagna. “Maybe we should re-heat this up a bit? I think the cold weather outside got it a bit cold.”
Jesse: “Mmm,” Jesse swallowed the mouthful of wine he had and nodded, “yeah, of course. Hang on, I’ll get a tray. Probably heat up better in the oven.” Since he doubted the container Darius had the lasagne in was oven safe, he grabbed a ceramic oven tray out and they slid it onto it and popped it in the oven. “There,” he leaned against the counter and looked over at Darius, completely oblivious to the thoughts that had been going through his head moments earlier. “So, enough about me and rehearsals. How have you been? It feels like ages since I’ve seen you even if it’s only been like four days.”
Darius: Darius nodded at Jesse’s suggestion and pulled the container out of the bag and then let the other man do his thing. He took a good sip of hie glass as he watched him do that, then leaned against the opposite corner. “Eh, you know. Just working a lot. We started to get ready for the holidays days so, yeah… It’s kind of a lot.” He chuckled and shrugged. “Don’t tell you’re getting so addicted to me, you already miss me after four days.” He smirked. “I also figured you needed your space for rehearsing and all that. Didn’t want you getting too exhausted for it, and that it’d be my fault.”
Jesse: Jesse rolled his eyes, “oh, shut up. It’s - you’re - “ He looked up at Darius and paused, for what was probably a second too long, “I don’t know. You’re something else, Darius Puckerman.” He gave him a small smile, then double checked the oven was on as an excuse to look away. Too much, a small voice in his head spoke up and he shook it off. “And besides, haven’t you heard? I am excellent on stage, you couldn’t tire me out too much for that. It’s,” he shrugged, “like a second home. Being up there. Plus,” he grinned, bringing the glass to his lips, “I’m a sucker for applause.”
Darius: A soft tickle came over his stomach when Jesse said that about him, especially because of the way he said it: the stammer, the stare, and then the looking away. It made his own cheeks heat up a bit but he pushed it down quickly. He knew better than to read too much into things. “Well thanks! I’d like to think I am” he said with a chuckle to break the sudden silence, then he looked at him and smiled. “I know you are, and I know that only by seeing you on videos. Imagine how much I’m gonna like it when I see the whole thing live.” He raised his glass and winked. “You’ll have mine, that’s for sure. Oh, and Gabriel’s. He can’t wait to see you on stage either.”
Jesse: Jesse couldn’t help but grin widely at Darius when he said that, “I’m so glad you and Gabriel will be coming. You guys can come backstage after if you like, I’ll let them know at the door to let you through, you just have to tell them your name. My hat is way cooler than the one Chris gave him,” he scoffed, just as the oven timer sounded to let them know the food was warmed up. He served them up some lasagne and the salad that Darius had brought, while Darius topped up their wine glasses and they carried it all the couch. He broke off a bit of the lasagne and blew on it softly, before eating it and he gave a soft, content sigh. “Mmm… you’re right, this is great lasagne. Maybe I need to get their take out menu too, though if they’re near you they may not deliver here,” he chuckled, as they continued eating.
Darius: Darius followed Jesse to the couch, wine and glasses in hand, then they both sat down to enjoy their now hot again dinner. “Told you so” he said with a soft chuckle, his hand covering his mouth since he hadn’t yet swallowed his whole bite of food down, then shrugged. “I suppose it’s a bit far, but who knows… Maybe with the right type of tip they could be convinced.” He elbowed him playfully and wiggled his eyebrows before he laughed soundly and continued eating, just like Jesse did.
Maybe it was because they were both that hungry, or just because the food was that good, but it wasn’t long before they finished their food, and were left only with their glasses in hand, enjoying what it was left of their wine. By this point both of them had their legs tangle together on the couch, a sort of limb bundle that kept them both warm and snuggled, and also gave them the chance to touch one another a bit.
Jesse: Jesse absentmindedly swirled the wine around in his glass, staring down at it as he leaned into Darius’ body. It was so comfortable, laying here with him on the couch. He almost forgot that Darius would go home after this, to his own apartment. That they weren’t actually dating. That they were just two friends helping each other out. He sighed softly to himself and then finished the wine in one go, plucking Darius’ glass from his hand with a grin and leaning forward to put them both on the coffee table. He moved to straddle Darius, his legs on either side of him and - without saying a word - leaned in to kiss him soundly.
Darius: Darius didn’t even register the moment when Jesse leaned against him, or when his own arm went around his shoulder to hold him there, both of them apparently settled into a comfortable silence while they let the fact they had just had a good meal settle in, but it feel so natural to simply be like that, it took hima couple more seconds to say to himself they weren’t in any kind of relationship but one of friends with benefits, although the line between that and something more was becoming more blurry with every passing minute.
There wasn’t really much wine left in his glass, but he still was caught off base when Jesse took it from his hand, then even more so when the other male was suddenly straddling his lap, his whole body keeping him down hard. “Hey there” he barely got to say with a small grin on his face before their lips met in a hard kiss, lips parted and willing, the warmth of their sudden and mutual desire growing with every stroke of their tongues between their mouths. His hands moved up and down Jesse’s back, then finally slipped under his shirt and drummed the bare skin under the fabric, all while he moaned softly against his lips.
Jesse: Jesse hummed softly when Darius’ fingers slipped under his shirt, and he wasted no time in pulling it off himself, and throwing it aside, breaking the kiss for only just as long as he needed to. Clothes were the last thing he wanted in the way right now, so he wasn’t going to dawdle in getting them off. He ran his hands down the front of Darius shirt, and the man really knew how to pick shirts that showed the lines of his muscles. It was almost bordering between fitting him perfectly and being just slightly too tight, not that Jesse minded. He entertained himself with the idea that Darius had chosen it for him, though he doubted it was the case. Without skipping a beat with the way their mouths moved against one another, he started undoing the buttons of his shirt slowly, pushing it aside to reveal more skin each time.
Darius: Darius looked up at Jesse as he broke the kiss to take his shirt off, for which he was thankful, since he loved to admire the other male’s body every chance he got. Jesse wasn’t a strong, build up man, but his muscles filled his body in all the right places, and Darius loved to trace all the curves of them with his fingertips, almost making a mental map of it. He had a brief chance to press his lips to the center of his chest before Jesse captured his lips again, his fingers now working on undoing the buttons of his shirt; he smiled into the kiss and looked at him. “I guess the lasagna worked, huh? Or was it the wine?” He chuckled and kissed him again, his fingers now dragging their way down his back, all the way down until they grabbed onto his buttocks and squeezed on them hard.
Jesse: Jesse grinned and shook his head, “Darius, if you haven’t noticed, you’re kind of hot. The lasagne and the wine were great, but I really don’t need any more wooing than just you being here.” He realised how cheesy that sounded and internally winced, then kissed him, deeply, so he wouldn’t have a chance to reply. He groaned when Darius’ hands found their way to his ass, and he rocked his body down against him. His fingers continued to unbutton Darius’ shirt until they were all undone, and then he pushed it aside and off his shoulders, tossing it somewhat in the same direction as his own from moments earlier. “Much better,” he muttered, letting his hands explore the muscles there.
Darius: Darius was about to say something but the way Jesse shut him up this time, his tongue pushing further into his mouth while he rocked his bosy on top of him were reasons enough for him to stay quiet. The heat quickly grew inside of him with the way they were making out, bodies grinding, hands touching one another wherever they could reach, and his own hands soon found a new target to work on. He single handedly undid Jesse’s sweats, pulling them down low enough so he could slip his hand in. Or more like, his both hands in, since his other one also slipped in, but down his back. His teeth tugged onto Jesse’s lower lips, while one hand stroke the length shape over his briefs, and the other rubbed the line of his crack, also over the briefs, but pressing down enough for him to feel it.
Jesse: Jesse groaned as Darius’ hand slipped under the waistband of his briefs, and any lingering thoughts about what they were doing disappeared from his mind in an instance. That could be a problem for later because right now, this was what they were doing and Jesse wasn’t about to stop that for anything. He ground his body forward into Darius’ touch as his own hands worked at getting open the button to Darius trousers as well. The again perfectly fitted trousers. Damn him. They were both so preoccupied with the way their bodies were moving together, the way their lips were sliding against one another, that neither of them noticed the sound of the key turning in the lock.
Chelsea: Chelsea had a long day and couldn’t wait to get home and relax. She walked up to the apartment and unlocked the door. She walked into the apartment and threw her keys in her bag. She went to toss her bag on the couch when she looked up and saw Jesse making out with another man, “What the actual fuck..” Chelsea was stunned and didn’t know what to say or do at the moment. “Jesse what is the hell did I walk in on?” the brunette said as she covered her eyes and headed for her room.
Darius: A broad smile curled his lips against Jesse’s when he felt the warmth of his hand making his way inside his pants, his fingertips soon stroking the fabric that covered his crotch. His own hand closed hard around the quickly hardening member between his fingers, his other hand already finding that other sweet spot that he would soon be enjoying and rubbing them both in a slow, painfully steady rhythm. Neither one heard the door being unlocked and opened, and maybe Darius mistook the initial words of utter shock coming from that spot; but there was no mistaking the second ones.
It all barely got registered in his mind before Jesse had jumped off him as if he was sitting on a spring, his face one of both shock and mild fright, not to mention the fact that he seemed speechless for what maybe were three seconds. Jesse stammered his sister’s name, and Darius could sense the confusion- and was that shame?- in hisvoice. “I- um… I guess I’m gonna go now” he said, quickly grabbing his shirt and putting it on. He stood up and walked by Chelsea, also grabbing his coat on his way out. “Sorry” he said to no one in particular, or maybe both of them, then walked out the door, not even stopping to close it himself.
Jesse: Jesse didn’t even think when he heard Chelsea’s words, his body went into flight or fight mode and he swiftly moved off Darius so they were now sitting side by side instead of Jesse in his lap. He was pretty sure he said Chelsea’s name somewhere in there, but he kind of zoned out. He didn’t even really register Darius leaving before it was too late. “Darius … wait… fuck,” he groaned, and dropped his head on the back of the couch. He was only wearing sweats, so he fixed himself up and reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head. The weight of the situation started ringing in his head. Chelsea had just walked in. Chelsea had seen… well, not everything thank god. But enough. “You can come back out, he’s gone, and it’s not like we were naked,” he said, unable to keep the slight annoyed tone out of his voice. He stood up and walked over to the door that Darius had left open, looking down the hall to see if - by chance - the other man was still there, but he was long gone. He sighed and shut the door, turning around to see Chelsea standing at her door, “uhh… surprise?”
Chelsea: Chelsea heard Jesse say Darius left so she walked to her door and looked at her brother, “well that was veru unexpected. Thank god you two weren’t fully naked. How long have you two been together?” The brunette walked out of her room and toward her brother. She was still trying to process things. “So did you and Rachel split because you’re into guys?” She asked with some confusion. Chelsea didn’t care that Jesse was gay at all but she was still shocked at what she walked into her.
Jesse: Jesse gave a short laugh. “I think you’ll find Rachel and I split because she was into girls,” he replied dryly. “One in particular. It’s not… I didn’t even really know I liked guys. Well, I guess I did. It’s just. Not that much” He sighed, shaking his head, and walked to sit on the couch, dropping his head into his hands. “ I’m…” He took in a breath, steadying himself, “bi. I’m bisexual. Rachel wasn’t my beard or anything. When I was in college, I fooled around with a couple of guys. Nothing serious, just at parties and stuff. Making out mainly. But then Rachel and I were both in New York and we got back together and it didn’t seem relevant anymore. I just figured it was for fun and in the past and it didn’t matter, because I liked women just as much, if not more at the time. So I didn’t bother saying anything to anyone. And then we got married and that was it. I loved Rachel as much as anybody would have expected of a married couple. But I don’t now, not anymore. And after everything, Darius was a friend. And he got me out of the house, before you moved in. Honestly, I don’t know if I would have moved on without him. But we’re not together, not like that. I wasn’t ready for a relationship so soon after everything and he wasn’t either. We’re just two people sleeping together. But I do like him. And we normally go to his place but I was exhausted tonight and I thought you weren’t meant to be home,” he added, pointedly, “why are you home so early?”
Chelsea: Chelsea listened to her older brother talk and sighed, “No matter who you’re into I will always support you. You’re my brother and I love you no matter what.” When Jesse asked why she was home early she shook her head, “No show tonight so I decided to come home and try to catch up on sleep.” She looked at her brother, “Why weren’t you and Darius in your room doing whatever it was you were doing.” She looked around the apartment and didn’t see her dog and she began to panic, “where’s Sirius?”
Jesse: Jesse sighed, “I know you will. I didn’t not say anything because I was scared… I just wasn’t ready. I don’t think I was still ready, but here we are.” He looked over at Chelsea and raised an eyebrow, “because we were drinking wine on the couch and thought we were going to be alone. Couch, bed, what difference does it make? Trust me, Darius looks good anywhere. Did you see his abs?” He stood up when Chelsea asked about Sirius and walked softly over to his bedroom door, opening it with a quiet creak, hearing Sirius bound off the bed and into the living area. “It’s okay, he’s here. He was fast asleep in my room when I got home, so I just shut the door because I didn’t want to scar him for life. I would have opened it if he barked to come out though.”
Chelsea: Chelsea smiled when she saw Sirius run out of Jesse’s room towards her, “hey baby” she said as she picked up her dog. “He is getting so big so fast” she said as her puppy licked her cheek. “Next time Darius comes over warn me so I can make plans to stay out so you two can have your alone time.” Chelsea walked to her room, “i’m going to change. Order in dinner and binge our favorite show on Netflix?” she asked her older brother.
Jesse: “Well, he’s nearly - what - five months old now, yeah?” Jesse sighed, and gave a shrug. “I just didn’t realise you were going to be home. He only has his son every second weekend so his place is normally free.” He picked at a loose thread on his trackpants, thinking to himself. It was honestly becoming difficult to just sleep with Darius, he may not have been ready for a relationship in the beginning but he was pretty sure he’d found himself in one… and he also found he wanted to be. But he knew Darius didn’t want that, he’d said no strings too when they first started. And he was worried if he’d brought it up, Darius would probably just freak out. He had Gabriel to think about, the last thing he probably wanted was to be in an actual relationship, even if Jesse was pretty sure they’d been toeing that line for weeks already. Maybe he should take a week, and focus on previews. “Hmm?” He snapped out of his thoughts, and looked up at Chelsea, “oh, that sounds great. But I’ve already eaten, there’s lasagne if you want some? Darius brought it, it’s really good.”
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17.
Spring 2016
Amilia “Millz”
Walking out of my bedroom I went down to the boys’ bedroom and stood at the door watching them move like two snails. I wasn’t in a rush but Cameron would be knocking on my damn door in ten minutes to take them to the movies and out to eat; the last thing I wanted was him getting smart because they weren’t ready.
“Dyce, that’s the wrong foot.” I told my oldest son when I saw him trying to put his right shoe on his left foot. I went over and sat on his twin sized CARS decorated bed grabbing his sneaker from his hand. “I sent y’all in here to do put your stuff on ten minutes ago and you’re still not done?”
“He was watching TV.” Darius answered me making Dyce send him a death glare.
“Oh was he? So when he was watching TV what were you doing?” When he didn’t say anything I chuckled.
Looking at both my kids I couldn’t help but smile at them. I love them to death but I would be lying if I said they weren’t bad as shit because they are. Naming after my father ended up being the best thing I could do because it fits. Especially Dyce, when he was born he didn’t cry at all. Even when the doctor slapped his butt he didn’t cry. Nothing was wrong with him he just didn’t say a peep and he has the worst attitude out of the two. Darius’ attitude isn’t as fucked up but he’s hyper and likes to act like he doesn’t know what the words stop and no are.
They like to push their limits with me but I get them straight at the end of the day. I refuse to have the same relationship with them that I had with my mother. I’ll be damned if the muthafuckas I spent hours pushing out disrespects me; that shit isn’t happening at all. Both of them know what it is with me, you mess up and you will that ass popped with no hesitation.
“That’s what I thought. Come on, your dad is on his way.” I put Dyce’s shoes on his feet then walked out and went downstairs to the living room. Before I could even sit down my doorbell rang so I walked over to the front door and opened it.
“What’s up, are they ready?” Cameron asked when he walked in the house.
“Yeah they’re just about ready.”
“So you ready to clear out of here huh?” He looked around at my damn near bare house. I still had my big furniture in the house but everything else was packed up and ready to be sent to Jersey.
It’s been almost four years since I made the move to Norfolk, Virginia. The last couple of years for me have been hectic but peaceful at the same time. Balancing my work life and my kids is a stressful situation sometimes but there was no extra drama around me. It wasn’t bitches poppin’ shit trying to start fights with me; I didn’t have a nigga to fight over. Everything down here was going really good for me but I’m ready to go back to Jersey.
“Hell yeah, I’m ready to get my ass back home. I told you, you didn’t need to come down here this weekend. Nigga they’ll be up there on Friday.”
“I know that but I don’t like missing my weekends with them. I don’t care what the situation is.” He shrugged his shoulders. “So when you come back it’s every weekend right?”
“Yeah and any other time you want to come see them you know you can.”
“Oh aight, I’m sure. I don’t want you to get back up there and the old petty Millz comes out.”
“Petty or not I wouldn’t keep them from you especially when there is no reason to even attempt that shit. Now if you were on some dead beat shit I would’ve given you a big fuck you a long time ago.”
“You’ve grown up, I’m proud of you.”
“Oh gee thanks.” I gave him a forced smile before we both cracked up laughing.
The last four years has really changed my relationship with Cameron for the better. We’re not together and will never be together again but we’re good. When our sons were born he came down and stayed with me for three months before he went back home.
Even though he was all the way in Jersey he made it a point to be down here every other weekend to spend time with them. When he wasn’t here he was facetiming them or calling. Whenever we went back to Jersey for the Holidays or just to visit they would stay with him and there were never any issues or drama. I can say a lot about Cameron but he is a damn good father I’ll give him that.
“How are you getting all your stuff up to Jersey?”
“Vick and Haze are flying down here next week so they can drive the truck up there while I drive my car then I have to drive the shit back down here so Dyce and Darius will be all yours when we get there.”
“That sounds complicated.”
“Yeah it’s going to be annoying but I’ll be alright. Dyce and Darius! Let’s go, your father is here!” I shouted for them. Seconds later they came running downstairs fully dressed and ready to go. As soon as they saw their father they ran over and hugged him.
“What’s up big heads? Y’all ready to go?” Cameron asked after he let them go.
“Yeah!” They both shouted at the same time.
“Aight come on.” I walked them to the door and gave both of them a hug before they walked outside and over to his car that was parked right next to mine in the driveway.
Once they were gone I went back in the house grabbed my house phone then called Darnell. It rang three times before she finally answered breathing all hard like she was running a marathon.
“Damn, can you breathe?”
“Shut yo ass up, I just came in the house from my run.”
“You’re running in the middle of the day? I thought that was supposed to be a morning thing.”
“It is, I run twice a day.”
“Wow, I can’t relate.”
“Bitch I gained damn near 80 pounds with Zaria I had to shed these pounds.”
“I feel you, where is my little honey bun anyway?”
“She’s down in the basement watching some game with Xavier. He is determined to turn my baby into a tomboy. All she watches is sports, anything else she is not here for.”
“You know he was banking on you having a boy.”
“Well too bad so sad she’s a girl.” She countered back making me laugh.
Two years ago Darnell’s mean ass gave birth to a baby girl she named Zaria who was her twin. Xavier had no parts in Zaria’s looks but he damn sure was having an influence on her personality. Zaria even at two years old was an extreme tomboy. Darnell tries to buy her dolls and she doesn’t want them. Xavier buys her a football and she loved it. Of course her mother can’t stand it but she just has to suck it up.
“I can’t wait to come back up there for good. This back and forth shit is getting to me.”
“Well one more week and you’ll be just about done. I’m throwing you a party.”
“No you’re not.”
“Yes the hell I am. You’ve been gone for over three years bitch. I’m throwing you a party.”
“Why? You act like I never came back up there. I’m there every damn holiday and I come during the summer.”
“Yeah and we never really went out and had a good time. The only thing you wanted to do was eat and go back to your hotel. I don’t care what you say; I’m throwing you a party. You might as well deal with it and prepare yourself to turn the fuck up.”
“Alright I have two questions. Who is watching my kids, and who are you trying to invite because you know I don’t fuck with people.”
“I already asked my mother to watch them. You know she’s not the club or partying type so she won’t be at the party. They love her so they’ll be good. As far as who is invited, everybody is invited.”
“Who the fuck is everybody?”
“Anybody that wants to show you love and before you even say something smart; yes I’m inviting Trouble and of course he’s going to bring Nicki.”
“Alright then so I won’t be there.”
“Can you quit with the childish stuff.”
“I’m not being childish; I’m using my common sense. I don’t like that bitch, and she doesn’t like me. It’ll take one time for her to even look at me wrong and I’m slapping her.”
“It’s May and y’all still on that shit from Thanksgiving?”
“That bitch came at me because she caught her nigga looking at my ass, how the fuck is anything on me?” Last year during Thanksgiving at my uncle’s house Nicki saw Trouble gawking at me and they got into it over it. Even though I knew what she mad at because she didn’t even try to hide it, I didn’t say anything. I let them handle it but the bitch came at me sideways out of nowhere and all bets were off after that shit.
Thanksgiving 2015
“So what the fuck was you staring at her for?” We all heard Nicki screaming from the hallway.
“I wasn’t staring at her; you need to chill the fuck out with this bullshit!” Trouble shouted back.
“Damn, you got people getting into arguments and shit?” Darnell shook her head at me.
“I didn’t do shit don’t shake your head at me. That’s between them.”
“Yeah you right it’s between us so shut the fuck up and mind your business.” Nicki snapped at me when she came back in the living room.
“Who the fuck you talking to? Girl don’t come at me, I just said that’s between y’all. Keep it between y’all don’t take your funky ass attitude out on me. I didn’t do shit to you.” I told her. She really had life fucked up coming at me like that.
“I’m talking to you and you know exactly what the fuck you’re doing. Who dresses like that to a family dinner? You got kids and you’re wearing see-through shit. You knew he was going to be here so you’re trying to show off.” She countered back.
I looked down at my outfit and laughed. Yeah my shirt was sheer but it’s not like I had my nipples out or something. Then saying I’m showing off for Trouble like this is the fourth grade or some shit.
“I’m not thinking about that nigga just like I’m not thinking about you or how the fuck you feel. I can wear whatever I want, if you feel some type of way about him looking at me take that up with him. Don’t come for me because I’m not doing shit but minding my business.”
“Whatever like I said you know exactly what the fuck you’re doing. You should be a better example for your kids; you want them to see their mother dressed like a whore?”
“You have one more time to bring my kids up and it’s going to be a muthafuckin’ problem. I’m being patient with you because I’m in my uncle’s house and my kids are right down the hall but if you keep playing with me bitch I will get up and slap the shit outta you.”
“Alright, alright let’s all calm the fuck down. We’re not doing this shit in here.” My uncle said after standing up from his seat.
“Tell that to her, she’s coming at me because her man staring. Bitch take that up with him, don’t try and bring my fuckin’ kids up when I didn’t do shit to you!” I snapped. This bitch bringing my children up trying to question me as a parent had me pissed off.
“If you mad it must be some truth to it. Be a better mother.” I stood up off the couch and started walking towards her but Vick stood up and blocked me.
“Chill, you’re not about to fight her ass with your kids in the same house.”
“Tell her to watch her mouth! I didn’t do shit to that bitch! She mad because her nigga looking at me bitch I basically gave him to you! Be happy about it and shut the fuck up!” Vick pulled me out the living room and upstairs to one of the guest rooms so I could calm down.
“I swear to God Darnell, I will hurt that bitch. She has one time to say or do something stupid and I’m rag tagging that ass.”
“Look I’ll handle it alright just know when you get up here we’re turning the fuck up. You’re finally about to be back in Jersey I gotta remind you of some shit and get the city ready for you.”
“I don’t need a reminder and you can’t get ready for somebody like me. You just gotta sit back and wait for the fireworks. I already know coming back is about to stir some shit up.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I just know, I’m not saying war is going to break out or anything. It’s not that serious but I know it’s going to be some bullshit. It doesn’t matter how many years it’s been bitches still don’t like me. I already know my presence alone is about to have these bitches mad. You know it’s like what Cardi B said; once a girl have beef with me she gon have beef with me forever. It’s about to be some pressed bitches walking around, just watch.”
Trouble
“So we have a meeting with the realtor next week. You wanna go out there or do you want me to do it?” Vick asked me while we sat in my office.
Two years ago we decided to expand our tattoo shop and move it to a bigger and better space. Now we have eight tattoo stations, two piercing stations and Vick and I both have our own office. Since we moved and made the shop bigger our business has been skyrocketing like crazy. So much to the point that now we were thinking about opening another location out in New York. We just have to find the right space and figure out who is going to be managing everything out there and who was going to stay with this one in Jersey.
“I’ll go do it.”
“Aight cool,” He stood up stuffing his phone in his pocket. “So I take it you’re not coming to Millz’ welcome home party are you?”
“Darnell told me about it but you know she doesn’t want Nicki there. I don’t feel like having that argument, that’s exactly what it’s going to lead to.”
“I don’t know what happened with you and my cousin and I don’t know why your girl so bothered but you know if you want to come. You’re more than welcome to do that, if you can’t come without bringing Nicki then just bring her. Keep her far away from Millz but she can come.”
“I’m not thinking that’s too good of an idea.”
“Why not? If it’s nothing between you and Millz you should be good. So what’s up?” He looked at me with a slight smirk on his face.
“Nigga shut the fuck up. It’s nothing between us, besides it’s been how many years?”
“Alright then so quit being a scared little bitch and bring your ass to the club tonight.”
“Whatever man, I’ll think about it.” We left my office then went out to the front where most of the employees were sitting around taking waiting for clients to come in.
“If y’all can get out to the city tonight come through Club Empire, we’re throwing my cousin a party. I’m going to put y’all names on the list.” Vick announced to everybody.
I shook my head at him inviting these niggas. I love my crew and employees to death but these muthafuckas are like a bad reality show minus the cameras. They were always on some super turnt shit. They make them niggas from Black Ink Crew look lame as fuck.
“Oh hell yeah I’m with it. I aint turn up in a minute.” This nigga Dro said. He was the best artist in the shop behind me and Rick. The nigga was talented, plus he worked for us with the street shit. He’s one of the deadliest niggas I know, he has no problem getting rid of anybody as long as the price is right.
“Aight so we’ll see you out there tonight. We’re out though so y’all hold everything down aight.” I said bye to everybody then left the shop and headed to my house.
As soon as I walked in the house I could hear Nicki laughing from the living room. When I walked in I sucked my teeth when I saw her trouble making ass friend Nisha and Terry sitting around with her. Nicki has known these broads since high school and they’ve been a pain in the ass ever since. All they do is talk shit about people; ole hating ass bitches.
“Yeah I heard they’re having a big ass party for that girl Millz. Her family is throwing it so you know Trouble might be there.” Nisha told Nicki.
“No he’s not, if he was he would’ve told me.” Nicki responded.
“Didn’t y’all almost fight because he was staring at her? Why would he tell you about him going?” Terry put her two cents in.
“We’re not about to do this bullshit, you bitches gotta go.” I said making my presence known. These bitches were so into trying to fill her head with some bullshit they didn’t even hear me come in.
“Trouble really? Don’t talk to them like that.” Nicki said to me but I waved her off.
“Like I said they gotta go. These hoes in here trying to stir some bullshit up and you’re letting them.” Nisha and Terry got up with attitudes but they walked their asses out of my house like I told them.
“Was that really necessary?”
“Hell yeah, I keep telling you they’re messy as fuck but you act like you don’t see the shit. They’re always trying to start some shit.”
“They’re just telling me the truth. Were you going to tell me about the party for Millz?”
“No because I had no plans on going. Y’all don’t get along so bringing you to her party wouldn’t make much sense now would it?”
“Why can’t I go? I’m not going to say anything to her as long as she’s not in my face or near you we’re good. What’s wrong? You don’t want me to go so you’re free to do whatever?”
“What the fuck are you talking about? See this is the shit I was trying to avoid. Anytime her name comes up you start with this insecure bullshit!” I snapped at her.
Nicki got on my fuckin’ nerves with this bullshit she has with Millz. The tension has been there since the day they met and it carried on through the years. They never really got along but after last Thanksgiving I know it’s no chance it would ever be anything. All because Nicki wanted to trip over some bullshit claiming I was staring at Millz.
Now, I’m not going to lie I was looking at her, but it wasn’t that serious. Nicki took it upon herself to come at Millz for that shit and that was a violation in Millz’ eyes. She already didn’t like Nicki but that shit made Nicki a permanent part of her shit list.
For the most part Nicki and I are good. We rarely argue or fight the only time we get into it seriously is when she feels some type of way about Millz and anything to do with Millz. Every other bitch is invisible to Nicki but it comes to Millz the hate is real. I don’t know why, I don’t even understand why but that’s just how Nicki is.
I can imagine shit getting way worse with Millz moving back up here for good. I’m around her family all the damn time which means I’m going to be seeing her a lot and Nicki wasn’t going to be too happy about that. I’m already prepared for the bullshit to start.
“I’m just asking why you didn’t bring it up.”
“Do you want to go Nicki? If you do cool we’ll go but I don’t want no shit out of you tonight.”
“I’m not going to do anything I promise. We can go, I’ll be good.”
“Yeah aight,” I looked at her skeptically. I really didn’t feel like going and dealing with the bullshit but I know how Nicki is. If we don’t go all she’s going to do is bitch about why I didn’t want to be around Millz and cook up some cheating scandal in her head and I didn’t need the headache. I’m going to take her, but her ass got one time to come at me stupid and I swear I’m leaving her ass.
***
“Do I look okay?” Nicki asked me as we walked across the street to the entrance of the club.
“Yeah baby you look good as fuck.” I smirked squeezing her hand. Nicki looked damn good, in her two piece outfit. She ditched the short hair a while ago and was rocking some long black extensions. I personally like her hair short but if she wanted to have her shit hanging who was I to complain. Either way she looked good as shit.
I shook hands with the bouncer working the door before walking in the club and straight over to the section they had reserved. “What’s up y’all?” I greeted everybody starting with Vick and GiGi then ending with Imani and Kason.
“You ready to graduate Mani?” I asked her making a big small come across her face. Imani was set to graduate next week with her Bachelor’s degree in biology.
“Hell yeah I’m ready to graduate. You are too right Nu!” She shouted to NuNu who was sitting on Haze’s lap.
Seeing them together still throws me off especially with how Haze acted when he found out about Imani and Kason. He did all that shit talking just to end up with her best friend. It’s been three years for them and I still laugh at the shit. They’re good together though, she’s always checking his ass and that shit is funny as fuck.
“You damn right, the sad part is we’re nowhere near done with this school shit.” NuNu rolled her eyes. I laughed at her because she was right. Imani wanted to be a pediatrician and NuNu was on her way to being a lawyer. They weren’t going to be finished with school anytime soon.
“Well we’re celebrating y’all tonight to. I’m proud of my baby cousin,” Vick kissed Imani’s forehead. “Nu you aint my cousin but you close enough to it so I’m proud of you too shorty.”
“Thank you, and we are having our own party but tonight is about Millz coming back home to Jersey. So let’s focus on that.” Imani poured herself a glass of champagne then looked towards the entrance. “There they go right there!” She shouted. I looked towards the entrance of the club to see Millz coming in with Darnell and Xavier.
“Aye the woman of the hour just walked in! Millz welcome home baby girl.” The DJ said over the mic before throwing on Beyoncé’s Bow Down. The song was so damn fitting and funny to me because majority of the females in here didn’t look happy to see her. Niggas were hootin’ and hollering for her like some groupies though; that’s probably what had these bitches so salty.
“She got these bitches maaaaad!” NuNu said before she and Imani started laughing. When Millz came over to the section she ran straight for Imani and hugged her like the sisters off of the Color Purple.
Once she finally let Imani go she hugged NuNu, Haze, GiGi and Vick. I thought she was going to at least say what’s up to me but she didn’t say shit. She acted like I wasn’t even standing there. I wanted to ask her what the fuck was up with that but I wasn’t even about to go there with Nicki with me. That would just fuck everything up.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” Nicki told me before she walked off. Darnell came over to me and folded her arms across her chest.
“I told you not to bring her ass, nigga you don’t listen.”
“Vick said it was cool if she came, it’s not going to be any problems I promise you.”
“Alright, it better not be.” Nodding my head I sat down in an empty seat before waving one of the bottle girls over and ordering a couple of extra bottles for the section. I was going to do my best to keep Nicki away from Millz and keep this night peaceful. If anything was to go off I was just hoping and praying the shit didn’t involve me.
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2020 LOAD Week 7 Preview
Alright boys, we’re friggen back. I sat at my computer watching a rant-filled groupme conversation as I flipped back and forth between the 37 tabs of the historical data LOAD spreadsheet when I came to the decision 6 weeks is long enough. No longer will you be deprived of my majestic, dare I say, God-like pen to paper fantasy football previews. That’s right, pucker up your buttholes and be ready to masturbate with your tears of joy, laughter, and distraught as I destroy each and every one of you. No Browns talk, no putting it lightly, no bullshit.
Before I start, TJ we appreciate your commissioning efforts in the 2020 season. This is not in spite, I just really missed the preview articles and is my push to somehow keep them around.
And now back to your regularly scheduled cheek spreading unadulterated fun.
“Jared, wait for this sick drop” The Injured Reserve (1-5) vs.
“Burg, I think these guys actually want to fuck me” Can’t Guard Mike (3-3)
If Jon’s not ferociously defeating the CoCo (Covid19) or nervously giggling as the Squad guys make questionable sexual advances on him, he’s putting together a solid team. I mean you can’t knock a guy with a 3-3 record when you’ve scored the most points in the LOAD. Buuut I’m going to anyway. Suck it Jon. Casey’s still recovering from drafting Joe Mixon in the first-round last year but I will say has elevated his strive for the playoffs. He even did a trade! Good job man someone had to respond to Dom eventually. Your participation in the Groupme on game days (mostly Monday nights) is welcomed and if you ever schedule a tee time at 7am that doesn’t also require a 2 hour commute I’m totally down. Unless Doug’s there I’m all set on my 401k. Unfortunately for Casey, Jon is returning Michael Thomas after his teammate altercation (HideYoWifeInNawlins?) and looks to earn a playoff spot the old-fashioned way with his record.
Jon > Cholly
“The Snowman” SheDiggsMyCobb (0-6) vs.
“Why’s the Snowman doing all my coke” Pelting Coopers (4-2)
Bennett as much as I appreciate you on my side of the Kicker argument your record is almost making me want you on the other side. We’ve all seen the “historical” data showing where you stand but you do realize you have to get W’s or you fall behind right? This is what you get for recklessly abandoning your strong stance on a roster full of white players only housing 4 on the roster? And to think we all depended on you. Dom I have to say we all enjoy you a lot more without the bullshit time advantage our previous waiver wire system afforded you. The FAAB system has given us all new found time and sleep on our hands but unfortunately for you has also opened the door to the testing facility every other Wednesday. No one blames you with the LA puh and that hair of yours. Speaking of trade rapes, no one talks enough about the Hunt for Edelman straight up during a tough Browns opener and an extremely intoxicated Chad. Well done sir, whether ethical or not, well done. Bennett stays as defeated as his meat on page 113 of XNXX and counting, and takes the L.
Salami > Benito
“What’d you say you use to slow balding? My friend was wondering” Dj Play Moore Drake (2-4) vs.
“Bro check it it’s River, like Rocky River, where I live, get it?!?!” jared donovan’s team
Man, I’ve seen few people more confident than Paul heading into the season. He had the mock drafts, the magazines, the insiders, hell even Reddit! And yet here we are. You all thought I was trade raped but yet here. we. are. Our loving Paul with the closest thing to an unbreakable spirit, almost broken. I do think there’s potential for a rebound this year, but Jared is totally trying now and never was before last year so it won’t happen this week. New house, new puppy, same Jared. Guy throws a moving party on my birthday weekend of all weekends. Just when you think Jared can’t surprise you any more, he gives me an entire day to show off how fucking big I am in front of all my friends. No ladies, your boyfriend is still not bigger than me. Thanks again dude it was the highlight of my 2020. Jared somehow gets one of the top QB’s in the league AND Darius Slayton for a rookie QB potentially on the rise and he’s in a spot to continue to do some damage in the LOAD. Paul, you’re going to need one of Jared’s 3 hour long showers to recover from this beatdown.
Jerry > Pav
“I’m not triggered but CEH’s game was undisputedly the 1st game of the year” 2 Younghoes 1 Kupp (4-2) vs.
“Wait I don’t have Wentz anymore?” Under the Influwentz (2-4)
A Mr. Douglas Yeckley is the latest to join the fiancé gang and I personally can’t wait until I hit my annual quota of 1 face to face hang out at the Secret Santa to congratulate him in person. I’m still trying to figure out if he checks his email more than the groupme and actually knows he’s the second-best fantasy manager in the LOAD. Yahoo favors the autodraft, can’t wait to see how he does without it next year :) Sam, Sam, Sam. Trying to determine how I feel about writing this on your birthday. I can hate on your dedication to Fantasy as much as I want, but gosh darnit do I have to respect it. Especially with Ashley calling all of your shots this year. We all know she’s been the brains behind this operation this year. Just wait bud, that spreads into all decisions you make real soon. The old “well her lease is up so it makes sense” is how it alllll starts my friend. Won’t be long until that hair of yours starts to look like mine and Pauls. And just because I always root against you, I’m sticking to my guns.
Fur > Sammy
“You said she’s 18? Nah too old for me” Street Charks (3-3) vs.
Dad (6-0)
Battle of the daddys. Chad out on the streets, and Shawn in the burb life. I’ve been sitting here trying to determine which one of their kids has a better chance of coming out with a bomber on. History repeats itself so I think we have the answer. It’s not often I’m called a trend setter, but this may be the start. Shawn needs to watch out as Chad’s newly shaved arms not only make him look more jacked, aerodynamic when he fights, but it also packs an extra punch in fantasy. Shawn’s the only remaining undefeated team left, but I feel the walls are closing in on him with some injuries to the roster. Even as he’s reading this Chad’s defending Shawn in his head, and giggling as he hears “Right Shawn?” “No, left Shawn”. Just hoping I can get one random, witty comment from Shawn in the groupme from this and I’ll feel accomplished. You’re upset of the week boys, you heard it here first.
Wardog > Carothers
***Game of Ze Week***
“It’s actually classified as hair-thinning, that’s all” Kickers & Defense (4-2) vs.
“Oh yeah? Well my friends all tell me I’m the best commish they’ve ever had” Tony Time (3-3)
If you thought I was going through all of this trouble to write this and not putting myself as the game of the week you’re dumber than Malik. And with that, I’ll lead into a fan favorite, story time:
It’s a brisk Fall morning amidst a global pandemic but more importantly, fantasy season. The squad members have begun to wake and start their days. It’s Friday, so Solden has already been trying to get the troops going as Chad frantically thinks of things to talk about. A small tickle from his mustache causes Tony to slowly open his eyes, taking in a deep breath as Petey licks his face. It’s a calm 8:45, so he still has time to drink his coffee outside before starting his day. As he scrolls among the 37 groupme notifications he figures, why not download the Yahoo app and see what’s going on. Notifications? Hmm I wonder what that could be. His eyes widen. Mouth drops. Sweat begins to pour as The Darth Vader coffee mug slips from his grasp. *Justin Herbert – Questionable (ribs)* *Dionte Johnson – Out (back)*
*Clyde Edwards-Helaire – Questionable (Ankle)*. This can’t be he says. I rallied them all yesterday it mustn’t be! These trades were fool proof! He frantically sprints over to the computer as Petey sits next to his empty food bowl. “At a time like this?!? Not now Petey!!!” He repeats in his head chant-like “The spreadsheet will have the answers, the spreadsheet will have the answers” as he frantically logs in. No… No it can’t be…. He had it saved to the desktop he’d just edited it the night before for 9 hours! Noooooooooooooooooo!!!!
“Tj wake up” He jumps. He checks his mustache to make sure it’s still there. It was just a dream. And all is right in the world again.
Solden > Tj
What’s that Jon? I can’t hear you with Trumps dick in your mouth. Boom Roasted.
Tj is your full-time job as a Commissioner or at Park Place? Boom Roasted.
Dom a 3 is still a 3 in LA we all see the snaps. Boom Roasted.
Shawn locked yourself out of your house lately? Boom Roasted.
Sam when’s the coronavirus peak coming? Boom Roasted.
Jared it’s going away right after the election, right? Boom Roasted.
Doug I’m not talking about work at Secret Santa. Boom Roasted.
Chad a 3 is still a 3 in Lakewood we all see the snaps. Boom Roasted.
Casey I miss driving you to O’Bleness. Boom Roasted.
Paul I’m writing this while I’m working from home at home. Boom Roasted.
Bennett I’m writing this while I’m working from home at home. Boom Roasted.
Malik you’re an idiot and can’t read this. Boom Roasted.
Damn that felt good. Until next time boys. Solden out.
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