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doctorstethoscope · 2 years

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congrats on 2k!!! that’s incredible and you deserve every single one 🫶🏼 requesting a drabble with this prompt: one character covering the other with a blanket when they fall asleep watching a movie on the couch (i am a sucker for domesticity) pls & thank you <333

hiii bestie I'm literally gonna smooch u

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D.C. was always filled to the brink in the first week of September-- upper middle class kids were moving back into school, congress was back in session, and the end-of-summer humidity made it practically unbearable. As Blake trotted up the stairs to Stevie's apartment, he took a moment to appreciate the cool early-evening breeze. It wasn't quite fall, yet, but they were getting there. It would be a nice reprieve.

Stevie answers the door quickly after he knocks.

"Hey, Stevie. Your mom wanted me to drop off the brief for tomorrow's human rights bill signing so you could review it tonight," he says, extending the binder to her.

"You didn't have to come all the way out here!" Stevie exclaimed as she ushered him in--- he hadn't expected to stay, but also didn't have it in himself to deny her anything. "I would have come to you. You're busy."

He shrugs. "The walk was nice." It's a lie, but seeing her... well that was always nice.

"Do you have time to stay? I'm almost done with dinner. It's just some ravioli, but I promise I'm a better cook than my mother." She offers, pleading with her eyes.

He bites his lip. He'd love to, but he can't. Can't let himself stay, can't let himself sit across from her and pretend like this is his life, can't want her. Can't have her. "I should really get back---" he starts to deny her when Michael, one of Stevie's secret service agents, walks in.

"Ms. McCord, we're putting the first family in a shelter-in-place order. Some fraternity pledges are jumping the White House gates. It happens every year, but we're operating out of an abundance of caution. No one in or out of the apartment until it's clear."

"Or, maybe I will stay," Blake amends with a smile.

She beams back at him and he's a goner, helpless to say no to the bottle of wine she opens, defenseless as he follows her to the couch after dinner and puts on some cheesy old hallmark movie. The alcohol has brought a faint blush to her cheeks and he can't help but wonder how warm she would feel under his fingertips if he dared to drag them down the side of her face.

He shakes the thought away, turning back to the movie, although he can't stop himself from imagining all of the corn syrupy sweet moments taking place between the two of them. When he dares a glance over he realizes she's fallen asleep, no doubt a victim to the two glasses of wine.

Gently, he extricates himself from the sofa, grabbing the softest-looking blanket from the basket she has sitting next to the television. He unfolds it, fluffing it out before draping it over her body and cracking a window-- the humidity was finally breaking. The cool night air embraced them both.

"Mr. Moran?" Michael says, re-entering the apartment. "The shelter-in-place is all clear, you're free to go."

Blake turns to look at her once more, and smiles. "Goodnight, Stephanie."

#it's my first time writing for them pls be gentle #doctorstethoscopes 2k celebration #blake x stevie #stevie x blake #madam secretary #madam secretary blurb #madam secretary drabble #blake moran #stevie mccord

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daisybeewrites · 2 years

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me, realizing that my love of stevie and dmitri has to do with my crippling fear of both abandonment and commitment:

#madam secretary #madam president #stevie mccord #dmitri petrov #chris petrovski #tea leoni #elizabeth mccord #stemitri #blake moran #commitment issues!#abandonment issues lolz

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ambitiousollie · 2 years

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Stevie: Hi.

Dmitri: Hi.

Stevie: Sorry it's late. I guess you're probably getting ready to go. But um, can you do me a favor? I need you to tell me that we are done. 'Cause, uh, I've been trying to move on with someone who... well, he lives here. He lives in this city, he's not running away to the jungle to build houses. He's nice to me. He cares about me. It's not complicated. I'm lucky to have him in my life and then you show up, you are back. I just, every time I see you, I just...

Dmitri: Every time you see me, what?

Stevie's whole speech to Dmitri is a mood, fuck.

#personal #stevie mccord #dmitri petrov #madam secretary #6x06 #deepfake #i want to move past this #but i can't

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cassandramccord · 1 year

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March prompt #14

thank you as always for asking!

Henry had never been lost; in fact, he’d never been anywhere alone. The mere idea of it made him feel small and fearful- two things that Henry knew, at the age of barely five, his father hated.

This knowledge did not stop him from crying when he tried to pedal the bicycle, wobbled, and crashed unceremoniously into the July-hot pavement, skinning both knees and the palms of his hands only for his father to demand that he get up, dry his tears, and do it again.

#madam secretary #madam secretary fanfiction #madam secretary fanfic #madam secretary fic #henry mccord #elizabeth mccord #henry and elizabeth #stevie mccord #msec #collections from the mccord files

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inc-madam-secretary · 2 years

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Stevie: Dracula had it right.

Stevie: Sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of social situations.

Stevie: Perfection.

#incorrect madam secretary #madam secretary #stephanie mccord #stevie mccord

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kanerallels · 10 months

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37!

37. Bess is Tim's sister. Ehehehehehe this one is so so specific. Okay so I had a dream that Elizabeth McCord (main character of Madam Secretary) was Tim Bradford's (one half of Chenford, from The Rookie) sister. And it just kinda stuck in my head. Namely, the following two concepts:

Tim, being the private, fame loathing guy he is, making his sister, the actual hecking Secretary of State, promise to never come to LA unless there was an Actual Emergency. Since Tim nearly dies at least once per season, this results in a lot of phone calls where Elizabeth goes "THAT'S IT I'M COMING TO LA" and Henry (her husband) and Tim have to calm her down a little

Elizabeth's dislike of Tim's girlfriend, Ashley

Anyways I had a ficlet living in my head, so here you go!

“What are you doing?”

“I’m keeping you company,” Lucy said as she settled into the chair next to his hospital bed, and Tim’s eyebrows went up.

He hadn’t exactly expected that when she blew into his hospital room, demanding why no one had told her about his surgery. Asking where Ashley was— which he hadn’t been able to answer, not truthfully. Even with knowing that the relationship was over, it still hurt to see her walk away.

But this was Lucy. He’d long since learned not to be surprised at how often she did the unexpectedly kind thing.

“You don’t have to do that,” he told her, giving her a smile that hopefully said, “thank you but you have had an equally long day and this is your chance to leave”.

She gave no signs of understanding that. Instead, she met his eyes and said, “I know.”

Of course she did. Tim couldn’t help the flash of gratitude that was really more than gratitude going through him, any more than he could help the way his eyes stayed on hers for a moment longer than was strictly necessary.

But instead of dwelling on that, he listened to Lucy talk, about her day and how she’d wrangled Smitty and the other cops into helping her, and about nothing in particular, and he let himself rest.

This lasted approximately 47 minutes.

Tim was in the middle of scoffing at Lucy, who was busy insisting that he was completely wrong about the best cop movie ever— which he wasn’t. It was hardly his fault that she had bad taste— when they heard voices outside of their room. And one of them sounded… familiar. Oh, no, Tim thought. Please, tell me she didn’t.

“Who is—” Lucy began, and then stopped short as someone pushed open the door to Tim’s hospital room.

And by someone, he meant Elizabeth McCord, Secretary of the United States of America.

Also known as his older sister. Whom he had expressly forbidden to come to LA under any circumstances.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded, shooting her a scowl.

“Wow,” Elizabeth said, lifting her eyebrows at him in the older sister scolding expression she was so fond of. It also worked very well, which was annoying. “That’s the thanks I get for flying five hours to see my brother?”

“It is when I specifically told you not to,” Tim said. “Life threatening circumstances only, remember?”

“I do,” she told him, moving in and closing the door behind her. “Do you remember that you told someone to call me right before you went into surgery?”

Frowning, Tim said, “I didn’t do that.” Did I? His memory of the past few hours was fuzzy at best, and he couldn’t be totally sure that he hadn’t asked Ashley to call his sister. “Okay, maybe I did,” he admitted. “But crisis averted, I’m fine. You can leave now.”

“What— Tim!” Lucy protested, giving him an “are you out of your mind” look. “Your sister just flew five hours nonstop to see you, and you’re just gonna chase her out of here?”

Tim glared at her as Elizabeth gave her a smile. “Thank you,” she said, in her warm way. “You’re Lucy, right? Stevie told me about you after her trip, she said you were very welcoming.”

“Yes, that’s me,” Lucy said, and Tim could see her expression lighting up the way people always did around his sister. Elizabeth had inherited all the real people skills in their family, leaving Will and him blunt and uncompromising. Tim didn’t really mind. It was almost fun to see the way she could charm anyone.

Of course, it was easy if that person was already one of her number one fans. “I’ve got to say,” Lucy added, “I’m a huge fan of you, and your work. You’re just an inspiration, the way you’re fighting for change and to help people, it’s amazing, and it’s an honor to meet you.”

“Oh— thank you, that is encouraging to hear,” Elizabeth told her. “It’s an honor to meet you, too. Anyone Tim has mentioned more than once is officially celebrity status to our family.”

It wasn’t often Lucy looked anything like giddy, but this was definitely growing close to that. “I— wow, thank you,” she said, grinning. “Um— I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Let me give you two some privacy. I was just meaning to go get some coffee. Do either of you want some?”

“I’ll be fine, thank you,” Elizabeth assured her. “And if you see a couple massive guys in suits waiting outside of the room, assure them I’m not dead.”

“Right,” Lucy said. “Will do. Back in a bit.”

Shooting Tim a grin, she headed out of the room. As the door closed behind her, Tim said, “Congratulations, she’s not going to talk about anything but this for the rest of the week.”

“She’s very sweet,” Elizabeth said. “And from what Stevie says, she can handle you and your nonsense.” Dropping into the chair, she arched an eyebrow at him. “So. No Lifeguard Barbie?”

“Her name is Ashley, as you well know,” Tim said, scowling at her. “And no, we— I sent her home.”

He must have used up all his convincing expressions on Lucy, because Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at him. “You realize I was in the CIA, right? And I’m currently raising a teenage boy? I can see lying a mile away.”

There wasn’t much he could say to argue with that. Letting out a short sigh, Tim said, “Ashley and I… we broke up.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “I see,” she said slowly. “What made you decide to end things?”

“She broke up with me,” Tim said, and Elizabeth’s jaw dropped.

“What— you’re kidding me! What made her think she had the right, exactly?”

“Seriously?” Tim wasn’t sure if he should laugh or roll his eyes. “You do realize she’s perfectly within her rights to do that. Also, you never liked her, so why do you care?”

“She dumped my brother,” Elizabeth grumbled. “It’s the principle of the thing.” She was silent for a moment, then said, “I may not have cared for her, but I am sorry, Tim. I know you liked her a lot.”

He had, it was true. But even before this, he’d known things weren’t… right. Her opposition to marriage, the way she wanted him to retire already. And just an overall feeling, like things didn’t fit right.

And really, he knew why that was.

“Thanks,” he told Elizabeth, pushing the thoughts away. “But it’s for the best, really.”

“Well, I happen to be sure that you’ll find someone else. Someone much better.”

Tim started to roll his eyes and make a comment about platitudes, but there was something far too confident about her remark. Like she knew something— something he definitely didn’t want her to know.

That’s impossible, he told himself as Lucy reappeared, carrying a cup of coffee, and Elizabeth yielded the seat to her. There’s no way she could have figured that out— even I’m not sure about that.

But, watching his sister talk to Lucy, Tim had an odd feeling that he was wrong. Elizabeth almost always knew more than she let on, and this could very well have been one of those situations.

Mentally, he resolved not to ask her about it unless he absolutely had to. She would be completely insufferable if she found out she was right.

#thanks for the ask!!#501st follower celebration #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford #elizabeth mccord #the rookie #madam secretary #the rookie au #bess on the phone with henry later: yeah chenford is so happening lifeguard barbie is gone we have a Chance here #henry: NICE #the entire mccord family ships chenford so hard in this au #stemming from stevie visiting her uncle (circa season 3 of the rookie) and being like. hmm. i've connected the two dots #tim: you haven't connected anything #tim two seasons later: OH NO SHE'D CONNECTED THEM #i digress #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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wearyrains · 1 year

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In 2014, the life that Henry has rebuilt for himself and his children is turned on it's head, when one of Elizabeth's friends leads him to LA in search of a PI named Lisa.

Washington DC, 2014, Henry

George Peters walks by me in the hotel lobby guilt written all over his face. He hands me the business card, he wanted to give me yesterday. I take it out of curiosity, but reading it only causes confusion.

Lisa Aldin

Lewis & Lewis, Attorneys at Law; Investigator

Las Angeles, CA

When taking the kids to DC, I was not expecting to run into Elizabeth's friends. But it was fitting to run into George and Isabell while at lunch yesterday. We're here because Stevie wants to feel closer to her mother. She is the only one who truly remembers her now. After all, she's been dead for ten years.

"Dad, can we go by Mom's grave before we leave?" Jason asks. That's surprising, he usually doesn't mention her. He was only 3 when she deployed to Iraq, he doesn't remember her at all. And as much as I tried to keep her memory alive in our home, ten years is a long time. I met Jessica and fell in love, and she and I have raised Stevie, Allison, and Jason, and then added two more, Robert and Andrew. The twins weren't planned but I was ecstatic to become a father again.

"Of course we can kiddo" Jessica answers for me when I failed to provide one. I nod taking one more look at George as he walks away. I slip the business card into my pocket not quite understanding why I need to keep it. It just feels important. I gather all of the luggage and put it into the carrier on top of the Mini-Van. As my family loads into the van I look over to Jessica. I love her, but a wave of grief hits me anyway as she sits in Elizabeth's place. I'm reminded once again that grief is forever.

Iraq, Elizabeth, 2005

Pain. Blinding searing pain. It's all I feel, but I have to get up. I have to go home, I promised I'd make it home. I try to move my arm but it's stuck. I pull harder, my wrist doesn't budge. I try to open my eyes again. I need to see. There's nothing but darkness. I slightly panic at the blindness, but then feel the cloth covering my eyes. There's a bag on my head. I sense I'm moving now. I have to be in a car, correction, the trunk of a car. I can tell by the wrist binds and cloth bag and the trunk that I'm not with friends. The panic increases, I try to push it down. If I have any chance of making it out of this, I have to be smart. My back hits the seat behind me as the car comes to a hard stop. My wrist is broken, I can feel that now as it's pushed between my body and the seat behind me and the pain radiates up into my shoulder. I hear the trunk open. I hear a man yelling at me in Arabic. I can't make out what he's telling me, my head is pounding too hard for me to translate.

He roughly grabs my arm to pull me out of the trunk. He throws me over his shoulder and he walks me into a building, I hear the terrain under his feet change to wood. He throws me onto the ground and I let out a groan. I can feel myself drifting back into unconsciousness. What do I do now?

Washington DC, Henry, 2014

We are walking slowly through the cemetery. I've walked this path so many times. More than Jessica and the kids know. I find myself driving down here from Pittsburgh to visit her once a month or so. I make sure her headstone stays clean and cared for. I like to bring her fresh flowers, hydrangeas, her favorite. I talk to her about the kids and about me. I never talk to her about Jessica, it doesn't feel right. I like to keep the things that would upset her away from her place of rest. We walk down her row, and stop at the fifth headstone.

Elizabeth McCord

Beloved Wife and Mother

1968 – 2005

I notice that Jessica, Bobbie, and Andrew hang back a little. The twins are only 7, Elizabeth is nothing but a concept to them. They know nothing of the life I shared with her. The love I shared with her. They don't know about the discount skywriter proposal. They don't know about the strip scrabble games or midnight mac and cheese dinners. They don't know about the courthouse wedding with the cranky judge. They don't know about the joy we shared when we became parents together. They don't know her.

I hear Allison let out a sob. I pull her in, and hold her tight. Allison has always felt like something is missing from her life. It's not something that Jessica or I can give her. At fifteen now, she asks a lot of questions about Elizabeth, like she's trying to piece together a complete person, using just people's memories.

"Dad?" Jason whispers.

"Yeah, buddy?"

"Did she, did she love us?" I look at him with shock and confusion. I don't know why he would ask that question, have I failed Elizabeth, by not making sure that the kids knew of her love for them?

"She loved all of us, more than words can explain." I hope he can read my sincerity.

"Then why did she leave?" Stevie asks, anger clearly present in her voice. I've asked myself that same question, over and over. But in the end I know why.

"There was a job to be done, and it was her duty to do it." I answer. It's the truth. I was a Marine, I know better than to think that she just didn't love us enough to quit.

"We were at war, your mother got her orders and she did her job. She didn't know she was going to be killed over there, just like the other 4,500 American service members who died in Iraq. But she loved you guys, and more than that she loved being your mother." I promise them.

Washington DC, Elizabeth, 2004

"I got new orders today." It's the first thing I say when I walk in the door. I don't want to delay this conversation. He looks up from the book he's reading. It's something about Aquinas. He raises one eyebrow in question.

"I'm forward deploying to Iraq. It'll be a yearlong tour." I notice the fear in his eyes, but he just nods. This isn't the first time we've had this conversation, although this time it's reversed. I think about how scared I was when he got his orders to deploy for Desert Storm. I think about the sleepless nights I spent praying to a God I'm not sure I believe in that he would make it home to me.

"There's nothing I can do, I signed the contract at the beginning of the war. Uncle Sam owns me for three more years." He nods again. "I got the kids a calendar, so you can keep track of the deployment and count it down. I will write them, and we can talk on the phone. I've been assured that I will mostly be on base, running ops, not doing them." I look at him, begging him to speak.

"When do you leave?" There are tears in his voice.

"Friday." That's the word that finally breaks through my shock at the information Conrad gave me two hours ago. I let the tears fall.

"I don't want to leave you and the kids, but I don't have a choice." He raises his hand to wipe the tears from my face and smiles at me.

"We'll be fine. I love you" He pulls me in for a hug and then a kiss.

Washington DC, Henry, 2014

I want to be able to re-assure them of her love better than that. I remember the calendar. Elizabeth had worked on it all night on the day she received her orders. She had marked in her deployment date and her homecoming date. Then she filled the months in between. She cried as she put in "Buy Halloween costumes" and "Santa Comes tonight". She laughed at my demise as she added trips to Chuck E. Cheese. She gave me instructions when she wrote in "first day of school" I can hear her so vividly in my head "You have to take pictures, Henry." And "Make sure their outfits match, babe."

I can't hold it back anymore. I let out a heartbroken sob. I feel Jessica behind me, rubbing my shoulder, her touch so different than the one I'm longing for in this moment.

"It's okay, honey." She whispers as she pulls me in for a hug. I feel the need to apologize, when I open my mouth to do so she shakes her head.

"I know you still love her. I wouldn't have married a widow, who had no love for his first wife." I love this woman. It's different than what I had with Elizabeth, but different doesn't mean better and it doesn't mean worse. It just means different.

"I love you." I tell her. I hope Elizabeth would be fine with that. I hope she's not rolling over beneath our feet. But I don't think she is. I think she would be happy to know I found someone, and that I'm not alone. She would be happy to know that our kids had someone, too.

US Air Force C-130 Transport Plane, Elizabeth, 2004

I try not to let my emotions show. I'm surrounded by kids playing dress up. They are all trying so hard to not be scared, laughing and joking with each other, the way that soldiers do. But there is unspoken tension in the air. It didn't take me long to realize that I'm the oldest person on this plane.

"Those your kids ma'am?" the private next to me asks pointing to the picture I'm holding. I look him over. He's one of the older one's on the plane, and by older I mean about 21. I give him a nod and a slight smile.

"My girlfriend's due in 3 weeks. We both thought I might actually be there when the baby was born, but the little one didn't want to come early" He laughs.

"Get used to that! Kids never do what you want" I decide to join Private Miller in conversation, we have a long flight and I have a feeling no one will catch any sleep before we land.

Los Angeles, Lisa, 2014

"Another day, another dollar." Archie jokes, as he does every morning when I walk into the lobby of the Wilshire Center. I nod and give him a small laugh, like I do every day before proceeding to the elevators. My office is on the 47th floor. It's a lot of stop and go today on the way up because I'm a half hour later than usual. I spent the morning interviewing an investment banker from New York, for info on a case. When I get to my office, my secretary hands me my messages, well one single message.

"You're quite popular today." She states sarcastically.

"Yes, well we can't all be you, Ash," I joke back her, taking the message. "I'm working on tracking the financials for the Miller case, leave me alone today with the math if you can help it." She nods, and I head into my office.

I set the message down on my Desk and catch a glimpse of the caller, Henry McCord. My breath catches in my throat. I put my hand in my pocket to retrieve the last remints of the life I left behind. Two rings dangle on a single key chain. One is a wedding band, the other has three birth stones on it. I sit in my chair and fiddle with the rings for a second. I hesitate, questioning whether or not I should read the message, but curiosity wins out.

Caller: Henry McCord

Message: George Peters gave me this number and told me I should give you a call. He said you knew my wife, Elizabeth. He said you might want to talk to me.

I read it and re-read it, over and over again. I think George is playing games, trying to draw me out. He should know better. He is the one who helped me come here, he helped invent Lisa Aldin, and he doesn't get to bring Elizabeth McCord back from the dead.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14140766/1/The-People-Left-Behind

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41931426/chapters/105241746

https://www.wattpad.com/story/337064601-the-people-left-behind

#madam secretary #madam secretary fanfiction #elizabeth mccord #henry mccord

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femme-fangirl · 2 years

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#9. watch a soap opera with, go to a play with, watch your favourite movie with

And the three McCord children :))

I just reopened this app after a very long time away so I have no idea how long this has been sitting in my inbox… but anyway

watch a soap opera with alison 100%

go to a play with stevie

watch a favorite movie with jason

#madam secretary #ask box

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fncreature · 1 month

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pierre is such a stevie mccord song and no i will not elaborate (has the animatic in my head (still hasn’t learned how to animate))

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marjaystuff · 5 months

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The House Beyond the Dunes by Mary Burton

Montlake Pub

Sept 5th, 2023

The House Beyond the Dunes by Mary Burton is a psychological thriller. It delves into how two women disappeared, with another woman having buried memories.

“In the book the setting plays an important part. There is a portion of the beach described that can be accessed by a four-wheel drive. It is like a different world. It is isolated with bad weather in the winter, reminding me of a lock room mystery. The plot went from there. The Outer Banks setting is real, and I live very close to the area. There is a wild horse sanctuary.”

One of the women characters is Lane McCord who wakes up in a hospital after surviving a near fatal fall at a North Carolina beach cottage. Unfortunately, her boyfriend, Kyle, who also fell, succumbed to his injuries. Lane cannot remember anything except Kyle lying underneath her at the bottom of the stairs with his head pooling blood.

“The killer hides in plain sight. They are super creepy, especially when they look and act normal, but they are not. The killer was organized, calm, cool, and a hunter.”

Lane is confused and grieving, wants to find answers, and collect her personal belongings, so she returns to the cottage. But a winter rainstorm leaves her stranded there. A concerned neighbor who was a friend of Kyle’s tells her he overheard a violent argument before the fall. The story is told through Lane, and the women who disappeared, Nikki, and Stevie’s eyes.

Each woman has some similar traits. “Nikki is just a lost soul. Stevie looks out for lost souls. She feels that is her calling on this planet. This is why Stevie saves Nikki in the beginning when she sees her trapped in the car with a bad guy. Stevie is not afraid to defend the defenseless and comes to people’s aid. Lane is like Stevie who wants to help people, which is why she has formed a support group. Lane does a lot of what Stevie does but tackles it from a different angle. They both want to make the world a little bit better. She does try to go along to get along.”

Every character introduced will have the readers wondering who is the bad guy which magnifies part of the mystery. Readers will be put on the edge of their seats. As with most of her books it is a story of good versus bad where readers wonder what the motivations of the characters are.

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doctorstethoscope · 1 year

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Fluffy February Day 1 || First Date

hiiii besties welcome to day one of @doctorsteths-fluffyfeb !!! I'm so excited you're here <333

pairing: Blake x Stevie

wordcount: 543

contains: discussion of food, anxiety

Blake’s shifting from heel to toe in the foyer of Filomena as he replays his conversation with Stevie in his mind.

“I’d like to go out to dinner– to take you out to dinner,” he’d stammered, awkwardly. “Not as two friends just eating together because they have to eat,” he elaborated, wanting to differentiate this from their typical, platonic evenings together since her mother had been elected president. “I’d like for it to be… more than that.”

“More than two friends eating dinner?” Stevie asked with a knowing-but-coy smile spreading across her face, and the blush to follow it.

“Yeah,” Blake answered dumbly.

“I’d like that, Blake,” she’d said, leaning across the table to press a friendly kiss to his cheek.

He’d like to think he was a polished person, especially as a personal aide to the President of the United States. Asking Stevie out to dinner certainly hadn’t been his best work. Which is why he needed tonight to go off without a hitch.

There was a small room in the back that was cleared for them already– Stevie hated to interrupt a public place with her Secret Service detail, and this was a nice compromise. They’d eat pasta and drink wine, and maybe take a walk after dinner if the day’s humidity had broken with the setting sun. All of this is assuming that she doesn’t walk out on him because he was so incredibly nervous that he couldn’t think straight.

A man in a suit that Blake recognizes enters the restaurant, and he realizes that she must be here. He completes his sweep, along with a few other agents who must have come in through the back door, and she appears in the doorway a moment later.

“Hi,” she says shyly, still not used to the enormity of her entrances.

“Hey, Stevie,” Blake says with a smile, extending a hand to her. “You look incredible. We’re over this way.”

Conversation flowed easily, the way it always had between them– they joked and laughed and talked about the congressmen who’d irritated them that day, respectively. Stevie posed a question that surprised Blake as they waited for dessert.

“Did you tell my mom that we were here?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “Did you tell your mom that we were here?” He asks in turn.

“No,” she answers. “But she’s going to find out.”

“Well, naturally,” he agrees.

“My agents won’t say anything, they’re good like that, but someone will see us.”

“What do you mean?” Blake asked.

“I mean maybe not tonight, but at some point this will end up in Politico,” she explains with a well-intentioned eye roll, knowing that Blake understands the nature of her undesired celebrity just as well as she does.

“Your mother’s going to find out because I’m serious about you, Stephanie. And I don’t plan on this being the last time I take you out, and I don’t plan on hiding how strong my feelings are for you just because you live in the public eye and I work for your mother. She’ll find out because we’ll tell her,” he explains. “If that’s what you want, of course,” he adds after a moment.

Stevie smiles at him from across the table. “I’d like that, Blake.”

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