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sykokittyy · 2 years

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mean!soft!dom!henry brainrot:

just imagine he's fucking you from behind and you're overstimulated. you express this to him and he just thrusts even harder and says, "you can hold a little bit longer for me, can't you angel?" OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT

by the way i literally love your blog.

RIGHT OMG!!!

I could imagine that you and him had been eye fucking each other from across the rainbow room and the lessons with the children like all though out the whole entire day. And you would kinda tease him too.

Like omg. It wouldn’t matter if it would be you just bending over to help pick up a toy that one of the children had dropped, or you slightly bending down (which makes your white skirt rise a little) and making sure the children were okay.

And you could tell that he was starting to get frustrated and aroused, and he would just keep staring at you, WITH NO SHAME LOL! And you could just feel him staring a hole into your face.

So later on, when the children are able to go back to their rooms; you would go to the janitor closet to get some wipes to wipe down the tables in the rainbow room. As you were walking to the closet, you felt that someone else was watching you, but you just felt that you were being paranoid.

You would walk into the closet finding the wipes only to turn around and see Henry. He would quickly close the door and lock it making your heart sink to your core.

“Well, well, well. It sure is nice seeing that pretty look on your face.”, he says with a smirk slowly walking towards you.

“What look” you asked nervously while slowly moving back before you back hit one of the shelves.

He continued continued walking towards you until he were inches from you face, “The look of “oh shit, what have I gotten myself into” look” he says with a smug look while looking into your eyes.

You wouldn’t be able to get the chance to respond before he would start to rip off your clothes and start to kiss you on your plump lips. He had stripped you down to your underwear before placing a few chaste kisses on your lip making moan.

“Turn around, bend over, and place your hands on the shelf behind you” he commanded. You wanted to test his patience but he gave you a look to let you know to not test his composure. You turned slowly and did as he said.

“These are some pretty undergarments that you have y/n.”, he said complimenting your baby pink lace underwear. He lightly started to trace his fingers over your fabric covered cunt before grabbing at hem of your underwear. “Too bad, that I’ll have to rip them off of you.”, he said before snatching the thin lace material, causing them to rip off you.

You whimpered at the feeling of cold air against your exposed core. Henry then, takes both of his hands and rubs them both over your ass- cheeks before giving them a hard smack making you gasp. He chuckled lightly at your reaction before slowly making his fingers go lower towards your folds.

He would gently run his hands through you folds and place his thumb on your clitoris rubbing tight little circles onto you slowly. You move your ass towards him for more friction when he would smack your ass and tell you to stay still.

When he would see that you were starting to produce lubricant from your cunt, he would then come to an abrupt stop.

He would start to unfasten his belt and start unbuttoning and unzipping his white trousers; making them fall to the ground with a slight thud. He would start stroking himself while walking back towards you.

You would feel him place one of his hands on you back while the other was guiding his dick through your folds gathering up lubricant making you moan a little. “Are you ready for daddy’s dick? I want you to beg for me.” he would whisper in your ear before entering.

“Please yes, I want you insi—“, and before you could finish you felt him push inside you you tight, wet, cunt making you both grunt in pleasure. He would start off slow, trying to help you get used to his size, but as few minutes passed he started to pick up the pace.

“Shhh, you don’t want anyone to hear us in here do you? Take it like a good girl and you”ll be rewarded.”, he said whole tightly grabbing onto your hips and thrusting faster making you core tighten up around him.

1 hour later…

At least an hour had passed and he was still fucking you into oblivion. You had to have had orgasmed at least 3 times while being in the closet with him. You had did missionary, cowgirl, and had even had gotten some oral. He put you on the floor, and on your hands and knees making you take every length of him from behind.

“I’m about to cum—please make it stop, I can’t take it anymore—please, please ahh!”, you said whimpering. He quickly rapped his hand around your throat and yanked you up towards his chest, still pounding into you making you moan a little louder.

“Cmon sweetie, I know you have one more orgasm left in you. Show daddy how good he makes you feel, you’d make him very proud.”, he panted before his hips staggered letting you know he was close. “I’m gonna cum—“, you whimpered before cumming hard on his dick while damn near losing consciousness.

After a few more strokes, henry slammed his hips one last time before he let go strings of cum inside you heat, while stroking slowly getting through his high. You both collapsed on the ground trying to catch the breath you had once lost. You both looked at each other before giving giggling.

You went towards him and placed a kiss on his pink plump lips before staring into his eyes. “You did such a good job for me today” he complimented before slowly stoking his hand along your back.

“I know daddy, we should do this more often.”, you said while giving him a smirk.

The end.

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nicohockstetter · 6 days

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Bro please, I can't be the only one who sees this image and thinks they are doing something obscene 😭

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zapalimesvet · 1 year

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For @misszura :33

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jcbbby · 2 years

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For the Witches

Chapter 5 - I'm the Vulture, I'm an Eagle, I'm a Debutant

Jamie’s dark preacher character is the center of this story, based on some of the themes and lyrics from the “I Am” music video, as well as a bit of Dante’s Inferno and general witchy-ness.

Full synopsis here. Chapter 1 here. Chapter 2 here. Chapter 3 here. Chapter 4 here.

Chapter 5 below the cut!

“Alright then…” She breathed. “Show me hell.”

Jamie smirked ever so slightly. “You’re not ready.”

“Try me.” Harper was still backed against the wall, Jamie staring straight into her eyes. He fully smirked at her egging him on.

"As you wish..." He stepped back, motioning to the altar.

Harper stayed against the wall for a brief few seconds before carefully walking over to the stone altar, never taking her eyes off Jamie. He came around to the other side of the altar and began moving the many candles from it on to the table and floor beside it. Harper watched him intently as he repositioned the candles. Once finished, he motioned down toward the stone, signaling for Harper to get on to it. The flickering flames from the candles that now surrounded them both flashed over his face as she hoisted herself up. Jamie filled and handed her the chalice. She took a sip, and handed it back to Jamie.

"Lie back, please." He instructed, taking the chalice from her.

Once she was flat on top of the altar, he drew a cross on her forehead with charcoal. Harper suddenly began to feel a sense of dread, of fear, for the first time since she had arrived. She felt her heart begin to beat in her ears.

"Are you ready?" Jamie asked, looking down at her.

"Yes." Harper replied, trying to appear stoic.

"Let's begin." Jamie smiled, and started his ritual as he typically does, finding the energy and calling to the spirits.

Harper stared straight up to the ceiling, watching the shadows and flames dance on the cement. The warm yellow and orange light wavered over the cracks and divots above her in a calm motion at first. Slowly, they started to morph into a more chaotic and bright cyclone of sorts. Jamie's voice started to fade. She blinked tightly, and when her eyes opened again, she was now standing in what appeared to be a desert by herself. There was no sun, just the beige dusty ground and a dull gray sky above. A haze filled the air.

"Jamie?!" She called out into the dry landscape. No answer.

She began walking, confused and looking all around. As she went on, she came upon a vulture picking at a carcass of some sort. She stared as she passed, when suddenly, the carcass began to morph. She paused in shock for a moment. The carcass began to morph into her. Her eyes widened as she came to the realization, and the vulture kept feeding. She backed away slowly before turning heel and running, now frantically trying to find any sign of human life.

"Jamie!?" She screamed out again. Still nothing.

After sprinting for a few moments, she fell to her knees on to the dry, cracked ground, catching her breath and trying to figure out what was happening. Out of nowhere, flames erupted around her. The landscape now was a massive blaze. She got back up to her feet, spinning in a circle to find a way out, but there was none. She covered her nose and mouth with her shirt, trying to not breathe in the smoke as she tried to look through the flame. Peering into the fire, she began to see visions inside it. First, she saw her parents. Their deaths replayed within the flames. Then, she saw her boyfriend Aaron, passed out drunk on the couch in their apartment they shared. The vision changed again now to her. She saw images of herself, being tortured various ways in hell. Ways that made her almost nauseous to look at.

The visions suddenly disappeared, and what she saw next was a disfigured creature. It stared directly at her for a moment before it began running toward her, out of the flame. Without thinking, she turned and started to run, the creature chasing behind her. The surrounding flames opened up, allowing her the ability to move forward. As she ran for her life, she noticed the gray sky opening up above her, as the ground below her crumbled. Violent rain started pouring out of the opening in the sky as she suddenly felt herself falling through the ground below her.

She landed in complete darkness, no longer the prey of whatever that monster was. The rain still fell harshly on and around her, quickly filling up the pit she had found herself in.

"Okay you proved your point! Jamie, get me out! Jamie, please!" She yelled, trying to feel around for any walls or something to climb on.

As the pit filled with water, she found herself stuck to the bottom. It was as if she was a solid rock, and the water filled in around her. The water rose above her head, and she desperately tried to swim above it to no avail. As she grew tired and her lungs could barely hold her breath any longer, she began seeing visions again, now in the water. She saw herself smiling and happy, sitting again in the garden with Jamie. She frantically swam toward this vision as she started to feel herself go unconscious.

She awoke and sat up in a violent coughing fit, and panicked breathing.

"Hey hey hey, shhh. You're okay now. You're awake." Jamie reached out to her, speaking calmly trying to soothe her.

She breathed heavily as she scrambled to cling tightly to Jamie, slowly realizing she was in fact back to reality and free from the nightmare. He reached for the chalice again.

"Here, drink more of this. It'll help ease your mind." He smiled and handed her the wine.

Harper took the chalice slowly. Once her breathing had slowed a little, she chugged the remaining contents, wincing as she swallowed the alcohol. She released her grip on Jamie and swung her legs around off the side of the altar, placing the now empty chalice down next to her. Jamie pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and brought it to her forehead.

"Here, let me wipe this off for you... It's clean, I promise." He smiled before dragging it across her forehead to wipe the charcoal cross off.

"Jamie...Jamie it felt so real. I thought I was going to die. I thought I did die..." She said as he wiped the black residue off her forehead.

"But you made it out." Jamie said, tucking the cloth back in his pocket. "You've graduated, rather quickly." He chuckled.

"What do you mean? I thought you woke me up." Harper asked.

"You pulled yourself out. I'm not sure how you managed to, but you got out of that yourself. Anyone else would have needed to be woken up. But that was all you." He replied.

There was a moment of silence as Jamie started blowing out some candles. Harper turned to him.

"Jamie...why do I keep having visions of you and I in a garden?" She asked.

Jamie turned to her and smiled. "So you've seen it."

"What...what do you mean? Seen what?" Harped hopped down off the altar.

"Come, let's get you some rest. I think you've dealt with enough today and you need sleep. We'll save that for another time." He put his arm around her.

"Of course we will..." She huffed.

Jamie chuckled as they made their way up the stairs, through the bulkhead, and out into the night.

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FINALLY here is chapter 5 lol. sorry it's a little short. let me know if you’d like to be tagged! and LET ME KNOW IF YOU ARE LIKING THIS PLEASE.

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godisafeline · 1 month

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self-promoting IT fanfic

I've been writing this fanfic for about a week, I'm waiting to get an AO3 invite since I am not usually on wattpad, but if anyone's interested, here's the summary: After a messy divorce between Delilah's parents, she is forced to move away with her dad to Derry for the summer, but she soon finds that she'll have to pick a side between friends. All the while, a one-sided crush seems to be bubbling up in the town's cop's son.

very cliche but cringe culture is offiically dead

i wonder if there's even an IT fandom anymore since I'm a bit late to it ;(

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apolloanddaphnis · 11 months

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The Poet's Rusalka

Synopsis: Marina Czerwonka is a young Romani woman from a little village in Poland, after her mother dies her path changes drastically , dreams of ink stained fingers and green eyes, friends with beguiling strangers and an altercation that cements her course at a London tavern. She meets a rogueish lord and eventually wins the heart of not only the rake but a British monarch.

This is a Hal story, some things have been changed and its nothing like The King. This takes place during the restoration era of England in the 17th century, instead of Charles II being king its Hal, but he's Henry X not the V. Historical characters like the rebel poet John Wilmot, Nell Gwynn, and etc. Play huge parts in this story and I don't own them.

Big disclaimer, this is a very mature story and could be offensive.

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Chapter I: A Fish out of Water

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Most Men are Cowards, all Men should be Knaves.

The Difference lies, as far as I can see,

Not in the thing it self, but the Degree.

-John Wilmot

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It's been one year since I left Karpacz, one year since I buried my mother, and one year since my life changed forever.

I arrived in England only knowing Polish and Russian. I hardly had anything with me, and I took what I could of what was important.

Traveling in November through Eastern Europe to western is no easy feat.

I traveled through horses and carriages, it wasn't easy dodging shifty characters, but I've managed. My shawl and jewelry easily allowed everyone to know I am Romani, naturally I've been treated like a common whore, a thief, or both. A witch too, constantly but that's been my whole life.

When I made it to Paris, I was lucky enough to run into fellow Romani, Django Delort. He was handsome, tall and lanky and dark with laughing brown eyes, a thin mustache, and long, satin auburn curls he always had tied back with a purple ribbon. I stayed with him and his sister, Penelope, and her kindly husband Antoine. They were newly weds and pregnant with their first child. The family is very kind and didn't mind sharing their caravan with me and their food, so I made sure to be plenty of help. They taught me French, luckily Django and Penelope are fluent in Russian due to a maternal lineage.

Django was always full of laughter and jokes. He's an actor for the stage and inspired my interest in the theater, seeing such emotion and becoming somebody else was inspiring.

He wanted to marry me though, despite the constant attention he gains from the female population of Paris, and I couldn't have that. One, Django falls in love at least once a week, and I do not love him, and I won't marry for less.

"I don't want you to feel used, Django, you're my dearest friend in the world, a difficult feat in this world. Our bond is strong but unromantic, I am undeserving of your affections." I spoke to him in French as he helped me board the boat to London.

He stroked my cheek with such benign affection, his reddish brown ringlets blowing ardently in the May winds of Northern France. I gazed upon his cognac colored eyes that usually held so much joy and laughter, but now bathed in longing and despair. And I was the cause of that.

"You are more deserving than any prisoner of this realm, mon cherie, I am not good enough for you and that is why Cupid decided not to relinquish your heart to me. I understand this now, although it leaves me bitter. Do you have to leave for dreary old England? With people colder than your Polish winters?" He returned, in his native tongue.

I blinked away tears saltier than the sea, and stroked my friend's Motley colored scarf. "I know it's silly, but I've been dreaming visions of it. As a fellow Romani, you'd understand that can't you?"

"Ah yes, your dreams of long ink stained fingers and hooded green eyes in the shadows…our mother's would rise from the grave if we ignored such dreams." He brushed his fingers through my loose hair.

"Mon ami, this isn't forever this isn't goodbye, I love Paris. I will return to Paris, I will return to you and Penelope, and Antoine, and their child and children yet to come. "

He shoved me away but it was gentle and he took a large intake of breath, as if he found even something as natural as breathing unbearably difficult to pursue. "I want this to be as undemanding as possible, ma belle. Just go before I demand more than you can give." His voice was heavy with tears and I nodded mutely before boarding.

He didn't leave once I was on, but he didn't look my way either. He just gave me his back to gaze upon as I sailed off and away to the unknown, saying goodbye to the only friend I've ever known.

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Current Day, The Three Crowns, London, 1674

Jane was the first to be kind to me.

She found me struggling to speak English. I had only known hello and thank you, she could tell I was in search of a position. Although she knew not Polish, Russian, or French, she had pulled me by my arm to a slender, beautiful young man who was sitting on the lap of an intoxicated and pawing excuse of a man. She said something in English and he immediately spoke French to me. A heavy weight was lifted off of my chest, and the fair young man had introduced himself as Jem. We spoke in French and he had explained to me his father was an English navy man who knocked up a French lady of the night, his mother. He had informed me that she died of syphilis when he was only ten. I offered most empathetic condolences, and both of us bonded over the loss of our mother and growing up in the world as bastards.

Growing up as Roma, you learn that you do not have the privilege to judge others, I didn't turn my nose up at prostitutes, it's not always easy finding work. Jem and Jane had spoken to the owner of The Three Crowns on my behalf, and Thom Pugh the owner took one look at me, desperate to make me one of his working girls. Jem had told me my exotic gypsy features and amethyst eyes made the man eager to make a bit of coin off of me. But Jem had assured me Jane persuaded Mr. Pugh to take me on as just a serving wench as well as a laundress for his rooms. I was safe due to the generosity of my newfound friends…for now.

Jem was teaching me English and he and Jane loved when I would read their palms and show them how to tell people's fortunes. It was all about trusting instinct and getting to know the person. I read people well, which is why I know Mr. Pugh isn't a man of his word and I made sure to stay out of sight as often as I could.

It was hard keeping the customers hands and eagerness away but I managed, I wasn't going to be a shaking little doe, like animals, people smell fear.

I helped Jem and Jane how to keep up with their hygiene as well, with that you could really see how beautiful the two are. Jane stands at a petite stature with curves of a noble lady, wide hips and a full bust she always has falling out of her bodice. Her coloring is pretty in a wild exotic way, sun-kissed like my people. Her eyes remind me of a sly cat, and they're a pretty blue-green, her full lips are always painted with Rouge like her cheeks and her jawline is squared off like a member of the gentry, whoever Jane's real parents were, they did her terribly wrong leaving her in the gutter. Her hair is like dark gold and bounces down her back in coils, she's the most sought after girl here for a reason, and not just on beauty alone. She's never in a foul mood, always laughing and bringing sunlight in wherever she goes, jesting and pulling pranks along with Jem. When I felt homesick and longed for my mother who now lived buried deep in the Earth and my father who was a slave to the seas, she made me forget with her warmth and her smiles.

Jem too is so very beautiful for this Saxon underworld, tall and lean like an interpretation of David. Porcelain like the statue too, with freckles beaming like stars across his upturned nose, eyes so blue you swore he was part sea-folk, lips so full and red and pretty for a man, and his hair fell in youthful and boyish raven waves. He has the most enchanting smile, and tempted those who thought their desires relied solely on the softer sex.

He always made sure I ate, and asked me everyday if anyone bothered me, the answer was always no.

In half a year I was speaking English comfortably, although my accent didn't hide that I'm a foreigner and had people assuming that I'm empty-headed, but I minded not.

"Jem, you speak English so well, proper. Better than everyone else here, why is that?"

He was drawing black kohl around his eyes, he reminded me of my people when he did that. I smiled and took the kohl from him to help. "Oh you mean why don't I sound like a common whore?" He asked with humor in his voice.

"I would never say it like that."

"No of course not, you're too sweet. The only one in this rotten little world God has dealt us with to not look upon my kind with revulsion." He handed me the rouge so I could paint his lips and high cheeks.

"We Romani are treated like mud beneath the wheels of a carriage, and my father is a pirate, I am not wealthy enough to judge."

He smiled. "There's a kindly gentleman, I'm to his liking. He brings me poems and oranges and lessons. I can read now too.''

There was something akin to love in his powder blue eyes, my friend is in love. I opened my mouth to speak on it but Jane burst in, in just a yellow corset with half her laces undone, a hiked up green skirt, exposing her red hosiery. "Jem, we've got someone for yeh." She smiled "oh look at that, pretty as a lady yeh are. Marina yeh so good at making us look more than we're worth somethin'." She took Jem's hand, dragging him out.

I cleaned up behind Jem and washed my hands in the wash bowl, humming an old song my mother would sing to me as a child.

The door creaked open, it was probably one of the girls asking for something. I have a basket full of nicely folded laundry.

"I'll be right there." I called as I bent over to pick up the basket. But forceful hands prevented me from doing so.

My heart clenched, my blood froze. I couldn't even breathe, foul breath perfumed my senses. I felt dizzy with illness. Something hard pressed into my backside. "Not a sound you Slavic whore!"

He started ripping at my bodice with a knife and I swallowed back tears, oh God this was really happening. There was nothing I could do about it and no one would care. I attempted still, to wriggle myself free as he pushed up my skirt and he slapped me in the face so hard I tasted blood as he tugged on my hair. "Oi! Stop that–Aye!"

His assault had come to stop when he was torn away from me, I gathered myself trying to hold together my torn bodice and sleeve and my hair that was now loose at my hips.

"My-my lord-"

At that I sharply turned around to face my rescuer. Jane stood beside a tall, slender nobleman. I noticed his handsome beauty as he had an opulent cane raised above my assailant who was now cowering on the floor. With his rags it made my rescuer look all the more every bit of title and income I am positive he has. His jawline is sharper than a knife, his chin and nose proud and his pretty, far set, gray eyes even wore a nasty haughty lidding. But there was disgust that colored his eyes. He wore a long, curly brown wig with the hats of style upon his head, adorn with ostrich feathers. "Are you so pathetic and hideous as well as oafish, so utterly incapable of being loved and I dare say–tolerated, that you feel like your only choice is to force yourself upon this tiny creature?" He laughed and didn't allow my attacker to speak, he waved his cane in the air and hit the drunkard in the nose. There was a sickening Crack and crimson poured like paint from his nose. "I assume you're from a beginning akin to fenced pigs, I assume it is common practice to take someone from behind and force miserable tiny cocks like yours there into any hole. Even if it's a hole in the fence, I daresay you don't care if it splinters your smelly foreskin as long as it's a hole any hole will do, I imagine that's how you got here. Your mother methinks was just any hole, a sweaty unappealing sow being forced into the mud by pungent boars. How many were there during your conception?" The lord sneered.

My mouth fell open in shock, my insides tickled in amusement, and I took dark delight in how thorough and detailed he insulted this man. Jane was having the time of her life laughing at the lord's cruel and entertaining words.

The lesser man had the audacity to look insulted and opened his mouth to answer, but the cruel and handsome lord didn't allow it. He took his cane and bashed the head into the rotten teeth of the pub crawler. His mouth overflowed with blood. The lord looked positively perturbed at the gory stain on his cane and with an irritated sigh, took out a pale green handkerchief to wipe it off. "I should cut your little porky cock off right now, it's far too small to be rendered useful. And even if your size was comparable to an adequate blade of pleasure and breeding, it'd still be without purpose for you haven't the slightest inkling how to use it." He grinned cruelly as his richly heel pressed down on the rapist's groin. The man wailed so boisterous in bloodcurdling pain that all who were present at the tavern had gathered around to watch the scene displayed.

It was perverse how people gawked and took great pleasure in watching violence. "It's quite pathetic with how incredibly old you are that you still can't use this little cheese knife correctly. If your ignorant inbred brain understood the meaning of consent, that'd be a start." He removed his plum velvet heel from the abused crotch.

It was finally the moment when my eyes met the stormy gray pair of my hero. Although taking in his slightly intoxicated eyes, his cruel tongue and where he was, I wondered if hero was the right word.

Mr. Pugh was outraged but at me, yelling at me about causing such trouble. He was ranting about how the only way to possibly recover from causing his establishment such reputation, which caused me to snort since its glorified brothel with a menu. The only way I could make up for it was to become a working girl. I opened my mouth to defend myself but my dark antihero had taken up for me once again.

"Mr. Pugh, you're so adamant about this woman using her beauty for a bit of coin one might easily imply that you yourself had arranged this…well whatever this was." The lord smirked but it lacked humor.

I had such delicious joy watching my employer fumble with his words as if English wasn't his first language. But I felt sick knowing the attempted thievery of my virtue was a plot, a means to an end. "Mm, well Miss…" His eyes focused on me, he almost looked curious.

He was asking me my name, I was flustered as I was in delay in answering. "Czerwonka, Marina Czerwonka. "

His perfectly arched brow rose. "Czerwonka, is that Polish?"

I nodded attempting to pull my tattered bodice back together.

To my surprise, the dark lord took off his velvet cape to wrap around me. "If you would prefer the employment of the spider who trapped you like a fly in his web, over being under my employment with very little play but a warm bed in the country. Then by all means stay behind." With that he turned to the door and kissed Jane's hand. "Another time Jane. "

She winked. "A pleasure as always Johnny. "

The lord she was so informal with left the room, I sputtered. "J-Jane, who was that?"

She grinned. "That's right, you're still so new…that was the infamous Lord John Wilmot, the 2nd Earl of Rochester."

I had no idea what these English titles meant. "What is he infamous for?"

She grinned and bumped my hip with hers. "The worst things."

"Could you help me pack before his carriage leaves?"

"Thatta girl." Jane guided me to my room, and I couldn't stop thinking about Lord Rochesters ink stained fingers…

@sufferingstarlight @meetmyothersouls

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cocopowderrr · 2 years

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Dad……? HENRY/VECNA/001 FANFICTION

“ i have been trying to get to you , join me…..”

previous chapter <3

CHAPTER 2

Vecna

VIVIAN DUSTIN MAX STEVE VECNA VIVIAN'S MOTHER

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After the gang arrived at the crime scene, they saw a body getting covered with a big, white cloth. The poor man known by the name of Fred Benson, was brutally murdered in the middle of the road. His arms and legs were snapped, and eyes were gouged out, same way as Chrissy was killed. It was truly horrific. Fred came to the crime scene to investigate with Nancy Wheeler, who has quite an experience in reporting. As she was getting information about Eddie from his uncle Wayne Munson, she heard barking from the dog, the place where Fred was, after that, he went missing until she told the police and they found him no longer in this world.

Upon getting interrogated by the police, Nancy saw her friends come out of the car and felt relief. After the police had left, the group discussed about what had happened, Max told everyone that Chrissy was crying in the bathroom and was also seeing her counselor Ms. Kelly, and Nancy told how Fred seemed off as they arrived at the trailer park. That’s when Dustin told everyone about Vecna, someone they discussed about with Eddie. He’s a wizard from another dimension who puts people under his spell and then ultimately takes their life. Since the two murders happened at the trailer park, everyone thought if they should be here. Max noticed once more that Vivian was sitting very, very quietly and had a non-responsive look on her face. She pointed at her and everyone saw her. Nancy seemed confused and asked what was going on, but everyone was more worried about Vivian than to explain.

“Vivian….” The eerie voice called. Vivian heard slimy and heavy footsteps behind her, but was too scared to look, she couldn’t see her friends, she was suddenly sitting on the bench alone after blinking once.

“I finally have you…”

“W-who… are you?” She whispered, she couldn’t get her voice out due to fear. The footsteps stopped right behind her, and she felt fingers being ran in her hair once more.

“You look just like your mother…”

“You have her hair and eyes…”

“But you despise it, don't you…?”

“You despise her.”

Vivian wanted to know how he knew what she thinks, and what exactly does he want with her, how does he know his mother???

“You will get all the answers you need… But for that, you will have to come to me, physically…” He put his hand on her shoulder which made Vivian flinch, and the fact he could read her thoughts were also freaking her out.

“L-leave me alone! Or I'll-“

“Your powers won’t work on me…” Vivian started screaming to let her go, she couldn’t even move from her place due to his hand tightly grabbing her shoulder.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” She screamed once more with her eyes closed and when she opened them she saw Dustin and everyone else shouting her name on the top of their lungs.

“VIVIAN, WAKE UP!”

“HEY, KID!!”

Vivian gasped and looked around to see everyone, she seemed really disturbed. She gulped and looked at Max who was comforting her by putting her hands on her shoulder.

“What the fuck keeps happening with you???” Dustin seemed really worried.

“Something-something k-keeps calling my name, he says he’s been trying to get to me, he knows my mom, he knows what I think and-“

“Vecna….” Max looked at Dustin who was looking at his best friend with a very worrisome look. If something happened to Vivian, Dustin would go crazy, she’s been his friend ever since he can remember. Vivian has a special place in his heart.

After that, everyone decides to leave the trailer park, and while everyone was going towards Steve's car, Nancy had other plans. She wanted to check something out. Steve insisted on coming with her because it was very dangerous with Vecna being on the loose but Nancy denied. Instead, Robin proposed that she and Nancy will go to where she needs to go, and Steve will take the kids to Ms. Kelly so Max can ask about Chrissy and hopefully get something from her.

As Vivian was in the car, she was most worried and scared about the fact that Vecna knew about her powers, something she never told anyone about. Even after seeing how her friend Eleven was risking her life for her friends. She discovered about her powers when she was 6 years old, 2 years before she met her best friend, Dustin. She never told anyone about them because she was scared of being judged. But after Eleven came, she knew that her friends will accept her for who she is, but still, she never used her powers even when she saw people die in front of her, all because she was scared. The guilt of not being able to do anything when her good friend Will was possessed by the Mind Flayer, or when he went missing into the upside down, and when Max's brother Billy died like a hero. She stood there when she knew she could’ve done something, if there was someone there to help Eleven, maybe she never would’ve lost her powers, or Will could’ve been found earlier, but she didn’t do a thing. She was fidgeting her fingers and bouncing her leg up and down due to anxiety while looking out the window, and Max noticed it but she didn’t know what to do. She was fighting her own battle that she didn’t know how to win. Losing her brother Billy changed her a lot as a person, she wasn’t the same anymore, she broke up with her boyfriend Lucas, because she didn’t want to tell anyone about what exactly was going on with her.

After arriving at Ms. Kelly's house. Max went to ask questions while Dustin, Vivian and Steve remained in the car. Dustin brought up how Steve might still have feelings for Nancy, but Steve immediately denied and said that he was only being caring for his friend because he doesn’t want her dead. Dustin kept saying that Steve does like her, which made the man threaten the young boy that if he keeps saying this, he will punch Dustin so hard that his teeth will fall back out, which Dustin got offended about. But, he and Steve made up after Steve apologized. Dustin then looked at Vivian who was out of it, and didn’t even notice what the two boys were talking about. He clenched on his jeans and wondered why Vecna was after his best friend of all people, what did she do??

Meanwhile, Max was asking about Chrissy but Ms. Kelly didn’t want to give anything away, saying that Max wouldn’t like if someone asked about her. But Max said that if she were dead, she wouldn’t mind if people asked about her if it meant finding the killer and getting justice, but Ms. Kelly denied. Max asked if she could use the bathroom, Ms. Kelly told her the way and Max went and saw a bunch of keys. She picked the school's office one and sneaked out and told Steve to hurry up at the school.

As Max and the others were breaking into school, Robin and Nancy were at the Hawkins Public Library, looking for any information about a man by the name of Victor Creel, whom Wayne told about to Nancy when she was asking about Eddie. Wayne told how back in the 50s, Victor went insane and killed his wife and two kids. He was arrested for it, and then sent to the Penhurst Asylum. Wayne said that Victor's family was killed in the exact same way as how Chrissy was killed, and he thinks that Victor might’ve broken free.

They didn’t get anything about him, and Robin kept trying to speak with Nancy who seemed a little annoyed, giving Robin an idea that maybe Nancy doesn’t wanna speak with her. Robin told Nancy how she and Steve are only friends and their relationship is platonic with a capital P. Well, Robin wasn’t interested in men in a romantic or sexual way, she liked women, but only Steve knew about it. Nancy was quite annoyed especially when Robin mentioned all of that for mo reason at all, and went back to looking in the tabloids in hopes of finding anything about Victor. Fortunately for her, Robin found the Weekly Watcher and they looked into it and found that Victor Creel claimed that a vengeful demon had taken over the house and it wasn’t him who committed the murders, but rather the demon. Nancy thought that it was pretty convenient for Victor, but Robin said it would be inconvenient because Victor was announced legally insane by the court and this could very well be the reason of it. Robin proposed that what if the vengeful demon was actually Vecna. The two then printed this information and left the library and asked Dustin where they were, to which Dustin said they were breaking into the school and he wanted them there as soon as possible.

Max and the others looked into Ms. Kelly's files only to find that Fred was also seeing her and after looking through the files, Max found out that Chrissy and Fred both were having nightmares, extreme headaches and nosebleeds, the same symptoms she was experiencing. Suddenly, someone calls her and she goes outside the room to see a grandfather clock embedded into the wall. The clock chimed four times and then Max heard her name again, by the same eerie voice. She suddenly comes back into reality as two eyes open before her. By that time, Robin and Nancy had arrived. Max took everyone outside the office and told everyone how she saw a grandfather clock, but now it was nowhere to be seen. She also told how Fred and Chrissy were having symptoms until it got worse and worse and ultimately, everything ended. She said that Chrissy's headaches started a week ago, and Fred's 6 days ago, and she’s been having them for 5 days. So, she could probably die tomorrow. As they’re talking they hear a sound from outside and everyone goes to see what it is, only to see it was Lucas who ran away from the angry Hawkins basketball team who were actively hunting Eddie to get justice for Chrissy. Lucas tells Dustin that they’re after him as he knows where Eddie is, but Dustin brushes it off and tells him that they have more things to worry about while looking at Max and Vivian. Lucas gets worried as he looks at once beloved girlfriend.

They all go back to the Wheelers' residence where Nancy and Robin are gone somewhere, Vivian is sleeping as a coping mechanism, Max is writing some letters while the boys are reading about Victor and raise some essential questions like why did Vecna kill one family and then never came back. Dustin looks at Max and asks what she’s writing about and why isn’t she sleeping to which Lucas asks if anyone could sleep if they find out they’re gonna die tomorrow. As he says that, both boys look at Vivian who’s peacefully sleeping at one of the couches, but they don’t know what's going on with her in the world of dreams.

Vivian sees a young man and woman standing in the forest as if they’re hiding for someone. It was actually near the Hawkins Lab.

The man is quite tall, and has dirty blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. The woman on the other hand looked quite familiar, she had long brown hair and brown eyes. She seemed worried.

“Henry…. I'm pregnant….” The woman speaks with regret and worry on her face. The man grabs her shoulders pretty violently and stares at her with anger.

“Wait… Is that-“

“What… did you say???” Henry's tone was not a good one, it seemed that he wasn’t happy about having a child. The woman gulped with tears in her eyes, she didn’t know what to say.

“Didn't you take a pill????” Henry shook her which made the woman ball her eyes out.

“I wasn’t in my right mind, I went home and started to drink-” Henry just did a deep sigh and looked around before speaking.

“I don’t care what you do from now on, stay away from me, from this place, and do whatever you want with that child.” Henry looked like he had no care for the child or the mother whom he loved, but deep down, he wanted to be there. The woman was on her knees crying, begging for her beloved to come back, but he didn’t even look back once. Vivian followed the man and saw him sneaking back into the lab. He suddenly acted nice, and totally normal, like nothing had ever happened, and he seemed good at keeping that act. He went in his room which looked so bizarre and depressing. His normal looking act was over and he seemed frustrated. He looked at his bed and it suddenly lifted up a little in the air, shocking Vivian, but it seemed Henry couldn’t successfully throw it away because something was holding him back.

The lights suddenly flickered and Henry was gone. The creeped out Vivian looked outside the room to see so many dead bodies which were brutally killed, she noticed how their bones were snapped and eyes were gouged out, the same way Fred and Chrissy were killed. She screamed on top of her lungs and the lights violently started fluctuating.

“Vivian….” Vecna called

She ignored ran around the lab and came around a dead end where she saw Max dead. She was killed the same way.

“NO! MAX!!!” Vivian screamed on top of her lungs and then woke up screaming the same way. Max turned her head around and saw Vivian screaming and everyone running to her. She got up as well and asked what had happened, but Vivian was not in the shape to reply.

TO BE CONTINUED

#peter ballard #henry creel x reader #001 x oc #001 #001 stranger things #vecna x reader #vecna's curse #vecna #vecna stranger things #vecna/henry/one #st vecna #jamie campbell bower #steve harrington #dustin henderson #mad max #max mayfield #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #lucas sinclair

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Relationships: Henry Bowers/Original Female Character(s), Henry Bowers/Lizeth "Liz" Johnson Characters: Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, Reginald "Belch" Huggins, Peter Gordon (IT), Lizeth "Liz" Johnson Additional Tags: Beverly Marsh is lightly mentioned, Ben Hanscom lightly mentioned, Henry in love?, Henry is a fool, Patrick only appears once and it's scary, Victor Criss is a good friend, Henry Bowers in love, Did I already mention that Henry Bowers is a fool in love? let him live, Lizeth Johnson is also called Liz or Lizzy (by Henry), ocxcanon, This would count as my selfshipp because I love Henry, Forget it, it's just a pretty OcxCanon

"Henry Bowers has felt a strange curiosity towards a girl who has just moved to town.

He hates her, from the first moment he saw her he hated her… or so his brain wants to make him believe, but there is something inside him that says that is not entirely true; that is a lie.

Too traumatized to properly understand love, which is normal for many people except him."

Henry had only seen her from a distance a couple of times Although he didn't interact with her, he could say with certainty that she—who had only been living in Derry for three weeks—had already adapted enough to the routine to seem like an average citizen of the town.

From that moment on, he started seeing her every day, whether he wanted to or not. Without fail, he watched her leave the classroom with a smile on her face, exuding an aura of extra energy and kindness that made her seem like the typical cliché of a "fallen angel from heaven."

There was something that constantly caught his attention, an inexplicable factor that affected him and significantly increased his curiosity about the girl.

Maybe it was the fact that Lizeth had easily adapted to the dull life of Derry, yet she continued to stand out everywhere: her colorful clothing, the long and curly hair that seemed to be the softest in the world, or perhaps it was her beautiful green eyes.

"It's like an orange cat; too energetic and silly." Those were Henry Bowers' words to describe Lizeth Johnson.

Everyone noticed it, or at least those who knew him and spent enough time with him to know that something was going on. His two trusted friends noticed it, his gang members did too, the losers also noticed it, and even his father—who didn't bother to check if he had breakfast or failed any subjects—noticed an unusual behavior in his son Henry.

He couldn't accept it, or rather, he didn't know how to handle something that was undoubtedly normal for many, for all those people who did have a normal life. I mean, he could barely—try to—control his moments of anger, something he knew and understood like the back of his hand. Because Henry knew what someone's real anger felt like.

[ . . . ]

Every day without fail, Henry saw the girl leaving school, always with a lovely smile.

It no longer seemed like a coincidence to encounter her in the hallways or just as she was leaving one classroom to enter another because it wasn't. But it looked so normal after a while that it became part of the routine.

And Henry Bowers still didn't say a single word to her...

"Do you have something?" A voice interrupted, Victor Criss's voice, Henry Bowers' closest friend.

"Who cares," grunted Henry, then headed towards the school cafeteria.

Victor Criss and Reginald "Belch" Huggins looked at each other for a moment. It was clear that the gang leader wasn't going to say anything, especially knowing that there were still plenty of people walking through the hallways.

"come?" Patrick Hockstetter called, looking at the others who were still leaning against the wall. They followed their leader to the cafeteria, curiously far from where she was.

[ . . . ]

Henry saw her every day, whether he liked it or not.

He was beginning to understand a little more about this strange curiosity about Lizeth "Liz" Johnson, and no, it wasn't the same as what he had "felt" for Beverly Marsh. This curiosity, or rather, this feeling was very different from that. And the more he thought about it, the more the feeling grew, and it was something incredibly stupid.

How could you love someone you only saw for a couple of minutes a day? He knew her name because a week before her arrival, rumors had spread that someone would move to Derry. From then on, he knew nothing, and that made him feel so foolish. He wanted to get rid of that feeling, he hated it, it made him feel weak, and he couldn't ask anyone for help. What would they say about him?

"Henry Bowers, Derry's bully, is in love with a silly girl." It's so...

IT WAS SO...

"Henry, Henry, damn it," Victor shouted. "You've been thinking about who knows what the whole trip. We arrived at the arcade 10 minutes ago, and you're still in the damn car."

The brunette gave his companion the most bitter face he could muster.

"Who cares," he said. "My thoughts are my problems, nosy."

Victor sighed.

"Look, we... the guys and I will be inside playing. When your mind is more relaxed, you can come. Also if..."

"Yes, I'll go in a moment," declared Henry.

Victor didn't say anything, knowing perfectly well that Henry wouldn't speak again, so he just left him alone in the car.

[ . . . ]

Henry always saw Liz Johnson every day, and with each passing day, he thought Liz was even more beautiful than the day before.

Through his eyes, Liz had become truly beautiful. To the point where she seemed almost unattainable.

She was so cute, as sweet as a dream.

And...

And he hated her so much.

[ . . . ]

Lizeth was also noticing it; she knew of his existence, and that made Henry's heart race. The fact that she had looked at him for even a second excited him; it made him so happy.

Henry Bowers had thought for a moment about talking to her.

He could approach and have a conversation with her, but then his doubt arose; doubt that turned into an assumption and then fear.

What if she was afraid of him?

It was no secret that people were afraid of Henry; he was a stupid and rough bully, and he had cultivated that image along with his gang for years.

What if she didn't want to get close to him?

That just put him in a bad mood.

His own thoughts made him upset.

So Henry chose not to do it, besides, it would be weird for someone like him to approach someone like her.

That was his thought.

[ . . . ]

Henry's behavior changed gradually, not enough, but there was a change, unfortunately for many, it was for the worse. Henry now got irritated more easily than before.

Henry was alone that day, a rare sight but not unusual. He still looked terrifying and emitted an aura of unease. Henry Bowers kept his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he watched the students pass by. No one approached him, even though he was alone, just the fact that he was so irritable made them nervous.

Henry spent the entire school day alone—his friends were busy, and they had to skip school, except for Patrick, who had been suspended for a week, who knows what trouble he got into—until lunchtime, where Henry decided to skip the remaining hours of class on the school field.

The bully walked through the hallways, from the cafeteria entrance to two large worn doors at the end of the hallway.

Henry Bowers pushed the door and entered, thinking that there wouldn't be anyone at this time of class.

"What are you doing here?" An unfamiliar voice; a very different accent than he was used to hearing.

That was her voice. As beautiful as always.

Lizeth was sitting on the bleachers of the sports field.

"Hey," Lizeth called again.

"What?"

"Did you skip class?" she asked.

"I could ask you the same question, Lizeth Johnson," the boy added.

It was clear that Bowers didn't expect her to be here. It could be anyone, but not the girl.

Lizeth smiled sweetly.

"Maybe," she replied. "I don't like chemistry. I understand certain things, and believe me, I would be willing to waste my student life learning about carbon atoms or hydrocarbons and their nomenclatures, but... I won't endure almost five hours of daily class with that bitter lady.

Henry smiled slightly and said, "You sound like a nerd."

"And you? You seem very alone today, Henry Bowers. Where are your friends?" She raised an eyebrow, looking at her companion with curiosity.

Henry swallowed and said, "How do you know...?"

"Henry Bowers, leader of a gang of bullies who happens to carry your last name," she interrupted. "I know who you are; I've heard about you since the first day of school. You seem like a Hollywood star with how much your name is heard inside and outside the school hallways."

Henry made a face, not knowing how to feel now; proud or unpleasant.

He used to feel happy when he knew his victim would have pure terror towards him, as had happened with Ben Hanscom in his first school year.

But Liz was far from being a victim of his heavy jokes.

"Oh, it was to be expected."

"I guess it's normal for you, right?" she questioned, looking at Henry and sitting on the front bleachers. Then she patted the spot next to her, offering the boy to sit beside her.

Henry looked at her but didn't even move from his place.

"I don't sit with losers" he said, crossing his arms.

"You don't have to be aggressive with me."

"Do you not fear me?" he warned, with some irritation in his tone.

"Why would I fear you? Are you going to do something to me?"

Henry opened his mouth, but there was nothing to say.

"Who cares"

Liz let out a little laugh and then stood up from where she was sitting.

"I assumed so," she began walking towards where Henry was standing, giving him a few pats on the shoulder. "It was nice trying to have a conversation with you, but I have to go; the chemistry class is almost over, and I have to go back," she joked. "Let's talk more often, Hank."

Henry Bowers heard her steps moving away, heard the small squeak of the door opening. He could feel his heart lighten, and his cheeks started to take on the same reddish color as his shirt.

He was... so angry with himself and with Liz.

It was so stupid.

"Darn it, damn fool!" He felt offended; truly offended.

[ . . . ]

Every day, Henry saw Liz Johnson leaving the classroom, but this time, as she passed by Henry and his gang, she smiled and greeted him, waving her hand enthusiastically. Even knowing that her greeting would not be reciprocated by his friend, who just remained with his arms crossed.

"She greeted you," Peter Gordon pointed out to the girl when there was already a considerable distance between them.

"I know, I'm not blind, idiot," he clarified in a sarcastic tone.

Henry remained the same, or so it seemed, but clearly, something had happened or that something Victor Criss already suspected had happened.

And no one, but no one, was going to deny the fact that Henry Bowers, with each passing week, day, and hour, was falling more in love with Lizeth Johnson.

NOTES:

It's just a silly story of my OcxCanon with Henry Bowers, because I discovered IT and I love all the characters and Henry is just a fool who needs love (therapy and a lawsuit against his father). This was written in spanish, so if there are errors, sorry. I try my best to write well in English (it's not a language I understand very well) Also say that I did this writing """"inspired"""" by the song Oh Love, I think you're really beautiful by Starry Cat. Although, Lmao, the only thing it has in common is the title.

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!

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Can someone PLEASE make an edit of Henry/001 with the song Teddy Bear by Melanie Martinez 🙏

#001 stranger things #001 #henry creel #stranger things #stranger things 4 #jamie campbell bower #001 x you #001 x oc #001 x reader #henry creel x you #henry creel x reader #melanie martinez #edit #001 edit #henry creel edit #peter ballard #peter ballard x y/n #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard x you

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The Billionaire From London Ch. 1

Pairing: Jamie Campbell Bower x OC Maurisa Watson

Summary: It is the fall of 2022, Maurisa owns a cafe in downtown New York City. While on the job, she is greeted by a blonde, six foot man who has a British accent and who appears to be wanting something. What is it exactly that he wants?

Rating / Warnings: Teen, Some Language, no warnings displayed here until chapter 2.

Word Count: 1.9k+

Tagging: @cuttingedge708 and any other Stranger Things / Jamie Campbell Bower fans who want to be tagged.

Authors Note: Hi guys, my apologies for the delay in the fanfic, as you can see, this is more of chapter-based fanfic until I reach 10,000 words, so I decided on changing plans until I finish it. Not sure how many chapters, but hope you guys enjoy the first chapter! <3 - Shar?

The appealing orange, burgundy red leaves were descending from off of the old oak trees that were standing tall on either side of the bridge Maurisa would always walk on early in the morning in Downtown New York. The smell of Autumn singed her nostrils, the beautiful Canadian Geese that were drifting in the pond in Central Park had always never failed to catch her eye. Maurisa’s lanky arms rested across the white furnished bridge, she knew it was going to be a lovely start off to a Wednesday morning.

Slipping her phone out from her back pocket of her black ripped skinny jeans, she quickly checked her emails as Miss Watson was about to head off to work. While walking against the crunched up bright colored leaves crackling under her tennis shoes, it appeared to be as if somebody was following her. The suspense grew thick as Maurisa grew paranoid, the sound of people chattering around her while enjoying their coffee blocked out the problem that was possibly behind her. She had stopped in the middle of the walk path, she dared to look back, but no one was behind her. A good sigh of relief escalated through her, feeling someone in her presence that wasn’t actually there was a bit odd. She continued on her walk to the Cafe named Hallowed Grounds Tearoom that she called home.

Maurisa finally arrived, she unlocked the doors to the Cafe shop with her keys into the door. Pushing the doors wide open with opened arms, she flickered on the lights now entering the building. Walking casually over behind the counter where all the magic happened, she sat the keys down on the pearl white countertop that was attached to her black, thin string lanyard that was resting in her fist. She waited for a rush of customers to rush in her store because her cafe shop was in popular demand. Everyone loved going to her store, they even gave her excellent five star reviews on Google.

As the day passed by, Maurisa was getting ready to close the doors to her Cafe, thanking everyone for coming. She had met some new faces of the crowd, and new personalities that she thought were pretty unique. Suddenly, a 6’0 in height blonde man with piercing ocean blue eyes walked through the doors. Vintage cologne lingered in the store as he casually walked up to Maurisa with his calloused hands deep in his pockets of his black, leather coat, giving a daring smile to her.

‘’Hi, you do know I’m getting ready to close for the night?’’ She asked, eyebrows raised scrutinizing the man’s body language, how it was laid back and chill. He lended out his left hand to her, which appeared to have a small, detailed skull on his middle finger on that hand alone.

‘’I’m sorry, but it’s closing time for me and I really want to go home,’’ She stated, clutching the gold keys in her hand. The 6’0 British man wasn’t taking no for an answer. Finally, after an awkward silence abrupt, he spoke:

‘’Listen, I know you have no clue on who I am, but I want to introduce myself. My name is Jamie Campbell Bower, I might be the one who can change your life forever for the better.’’

Maurisa tucked a fiery orange strand of her hair behind her ear, she replied:

‘’My name is Maurisa Watson. Nice to meet you, Jamie. Look, I really have to get going, I’m sorry.’’

Jamie gently grabbed Maurisa’s arm, he looked her in the eyes,

‘’Believe me when I tell you this, Maurisa. We are complete strangers to each other, and I have just met you, don’t get me wrong. But it seems to be as if you have had some troubles in your life, I can see it just by looking at you. Since you’re in a rush to go home, I will give you my number.’’

He pulled out a white index business card from out of his richened black coat, handing it to her.

‘’Don’t forget to call or text me. It was nice meeting you, have a goodnight.’’

Just like that, Jamie Campbell Bower disappeared without a trace.

‘’It was nice meeting you too, Jamie Bower.’’

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That very night, she headed home in her Nissan Versa jet black car, the white index business card that Jamie gave her was somewhere laying in the bottom of her Gucci purse. One hand on the steering wheel, and the other hand resting on her lap. She couldn’t stop thinking about the man she met earlier today in the Cafe, how he smelled good and also was so charming to her, he was perhaps probably going to be the one who would change her life forever, guarantee on that. What if he was the one who would take all of her troubles away from her life for good?

Maurisa got out of the car, locking her car and went up to her front porch. Unlocking the door to her home, she entered her house placing the gucci back down on the couch. Sighing, she dug in her purse to find the business card that Jamie gave her, finding luck within a minute to dial the number that was seen on the card, she placed the phone up close to her ear and waited for a response.

‘’Please leave your message for ***-***-***’’

Beep.

‘’Hi Jamie, this is Maurisa, the woman you met at the Cafe. I just thought I’d give you a call. Please call me back at ***-***-***, hope to hear from you soon, bye.’’

She laid flat down on the brown, leather couch. Flickering the TV on to watch Netflix, she became a little tired scroll after scroll to find a show or movie to watch. Letting out a yawn, she burrowed herself in the blankets sitting on the couch, and drifted off to sleep.

Waking up the next day, Maurisa’s phone had appeared to be on silent mode, buzzing. She groaned, eyes opening slowly to see who was calling. It was Jamie’s number. Swiping up for the answer button, she held the phone to her ear.

‘’Hello, Jamie?’’

‘’Hi, Maurisa, I saw you tried calling me last night. So sorry about that, love. I fell asleep. How are you doing this morning?’’ Jamie’s voice erupted on the other line of the call.

‘’How am I doing? Oh, just fine. Just woke up. Why I was trying to call at around 10pm last night was just because I wanted to ask you why do you think that you can change my life instantly?’’

A soft grumble came out of Jamie,

‘’Well, dear, I think I can change your life because that is what I do for a living, to change people’s lives for the better and not for the worse. You really came to my interest once I saw you, so you meeting me is going to be something you would always remember.’’

Uh huh.

She scratched the back of her neck, the hairs on her neck were standing up, feeling alarmed that a man like Jamie who may indicate a bit of interest in her was quite alarming. In Maurisa’s past relationships with guys, the first day that she had met them, they never really expressed their feelings how he did just now to her. Especially over the phone.

‘’I honestly have to say that I am flattered, Jamie. I have to be honest here, I never saw or heard a guy actually tell me something you just told me, especially when meeting me for the first time. Never in my ten years of dating did someone compliment me like you’ve done.’’ Maurisa chuckled, running her hand through her orange hair.

‘’I just didn’t want you to think that I was weird or trying to scare you off, y’know, a guy like me should stop and think before he actually gets too carried away,’’

He continued on,

‘’I want to actually invite you to a party that my friend Joseph is hosting, and wanted to see if you’d be interested in going? I will give you all the details on when and where it’s happening.’’

She stopped and thought briefly about it before answering the British man, Maurisa nodded to herself.

You should go, why not? She thought.

‘’Yeah, I'd love to go to your friend’s party with you. Just let me know when you get the details situated and we can go from there.’’

‘’Brilliant, I will definitely text you when I hear back from my friend Joseph, I will see you then, Maurisa.’’ He hung up.

Maurisa’s glossy lips tugged into a smile, this was going to be the first party she would attend in years. Despite all of the boyfriends she had, she had hope left in her to soon find love again. She hoisted herself up off of the couch, realizing that today and tomorrow she didn’t have to work at Hallowed Grounds Tearoom, also known as her Cafe she worked at 5 days in the week. Stretching her slim body, her phone buzzed, it was a text message from Jamie himself.

The text message read:

‘’Hi Maurisa, so I just heard back from Joseph. Here are the details: 6 p.m. on a Saturday, and it will be at 963 Thatcher Street New York City. Make sure you’re there on time. Looking forward to seeing you x - Jamie’’

Since it was still Friday morning, Miss Watson still had time to get ready for the party tomorrow night. Shoving her phone in one of the pockets of her pajama pants, she got dressed for the day and made herself some fresh Avocado Toast with a tall glass of water. Sitting herself down at the kitchen table, she ate pieces of her Avocado Toast, and lifted the glass of water to her lips before calling her best friend, Allie. Dialing her phone number, she had a plan in mind in telling Allie, her best friend of five years, about Jamie Bower.

‘’Hey Allie, you would never guess who’s party I am going to tomorrow night,’’ Maurisa said with determination in her voice.

‘’Hey best friend! And you? At a party? No freaking way you’re going to a party. You haven’t gone to one in I don’t know how many years!’’ Allie pointed out, shocked because of what she had told her.

‘’Long story short, but I met a guy named Jamie at my work and he seems pretty chill to put it bluntly. He asked me to go to a house party his friend Joseph is hosting, he doesn’t even seem like the creepy type you know what I mean?’’

Maurisa heard Allie’s shuttered laugh from the other line of the phone conversation, maybe full on sarcasm wasn’t the way to go, because you know how men are nowadays.

‘’I hope it goes all well for you, Maurisa. Please be careful tomorrow.’’ She replied.

Please be careful tomorrow, the words that unwinded in the back of Maurisa Watson’s mind like strings unattached.

She mouthed the words out to her best friend: ‘’Okay, I will.’’ and hung up.

****END OF CHAPTER 1****

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