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fablewritesnonsense · 1 year

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Lost in the Commonwealth

Chapter 8: Goodneighbor

Brahmin meat was no New York strip, and you couldn’t quite cook the taste of radiation from the gourds, but after a week of stale potato chips and grilled rad roach, it tasted divine.

"Now, tell me if I'm prying," Hancock said after he inhaled his Bhramin, "But, how long has it been since you thawed out?" Bentley chewed thoughtfully, still only a few bites in. They checked the date on their pip boy to double check their math, and nodded.

"Two months, mostly spent time near Concord helping the Minutemen get back on their feet, then skirted Lexington to get here," they replied. Hancock gave a low whistle and shook his head.

"So you've just been on the go, huh?" He asked.

"I feel like if I sit still too long, I'll fall apart," they admitted. "It's…" they couldn't think of another word, so they let the unfinished sentence hang in the air. Hancock gave them a sad smile.

"If you don't mind me saying, sometimes we need to fall apart," he said. "Sometimes our pieces get scrambled up and we don't realize it. Can't fix it unless they're all over the place and we have to rebuild." Bentley smiled and sighed.

"MacCready said something similar to me earlier, a little less poetic, but all the same," they replied. Hancock chuckled.

"Broken clock's right four times a day," he said. Bentley laughed.

"Two times," they teased, taking a bite of gourd. Hancock pointed to himself.

"I'm the broken clock!" He barked, and Bentley laughed so hard they choked on their food. When they looked back up, he was grinning at them.

***

They sat on the couch in their hotel room, staring out the window, over the city streets as the triggermen patrolled and the residents drifted through.

If they squinted, it looked like the outside of their college dorm.

Dogmeat crawled into their lap and began whining, they wrapped their arms around him and buried their face in his fur. The sounds of Goodneighbor floated up to them, people laughing, cursing at each other, the ghouls talking about going to the Memory Den to relive their Pre-War days…

Everything washed over Bentley. Shaun and Nate, this hellish world she’d been thrust into, the feral ghouls that were just innocent bystanders, the human lives that they’d been forced to take for the safety of normal folks… It all washed over them until they began sobbing into Dogmeat’s coat. He huffed and wriggled into them, letting them have their moment.

***

They woke up on the couch, sore from their awkward sleeping position. Dogmeat had at some point left the couch and taken the bed without waking them up.

“Thanks boy, just leave me draped dramatically over the couch,” they muttered, and he yawned at them in response. They stretched out the worst of the knots before going downstairs and beginning to explore the settlement. The residents continued to give them sidelong looks as they walked around, making them feel as if they’d somehow become the freak among outcasts.

“Hey, Bentley, right?” said a familiar voice, and they turned to see the ghoul that had smiled at them the morning before leaning against a storefront.

“Uh, yeah,” they said, walking over, noting the sign above. “You must be Daisy.” She grinned and nodded as the door closed behind them.

“Sure am, how’re you holding up?” she asked gently, waving Bentley into the store.

“It’s… Bentley trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“I know,” she said, patting Bentley on the shoulder. “I’m a pre-war ghoul. I remember the old days, I remember the day the world fell apart.” She sighed and touched her face.

“I’m sorry,” Bentley said softly. Daisy chuckled and placed a hand on Bentley’s cheek, looking at her warmly.

“Oh sweetie, I’ve had two hundred years to get used to this shit,” she said. “If either of us should apologize, it’s me. I watched the Commonwealth fall apart and build itself back together as best it knew how, and I built myself back together with it. You went to sleep and woke up and here you are. And you’re still standing, that takes strength that I don’t know many people have.” Bentley felt tears begin to fall down their face, and Daisy scooped them into a warm hug.

“Now, don’t let anyone out there in Goodneighbor see you cry,” she said, rubbing circles on Bentley’s back. “They know it mean’s someone’s at a tough point, but not all of them are smart enough to know it also means you’re ready to tear a bastard’s throat out.” Bentley gave a wet laugh.

“That’s part of it,” they muttered. “It’s that killing has become so ingrained in the way of life here…” Daisy pulled away, nodding, and produced a somewhat clean rag to wipe the tears away.

“It is, but, unfortunately, that’s not changing anytime soon,” she said, chucking Bentley under the chin with a finger. “Just keep your head up. I hate to say it, but you’ll get used to this way of life soon enough. Just, do yourself a favor, and hold onto that little part deep inside you that mourns for their deaths. That’s the key to staying human.” Bentley smiled and nodded.

“I will, thanks,” they said.

“Now, let’s do something about that,” Daisy waved a hand at their clothes, and they realized that they were wearing the same dirty and grimy and blood soaked clothes they’d been wearing since they left Sanctuary two weeks ago.

“If you have clean clothes, I’m more than happy to pay,” Bentley said. Daisy snorted and waved her hand, going behind the counter and pulling out a stack of clothes.

“If you want more than fifty caps worth then sure, but our lovely Mayor ran over here yesterday after seeing you off and paid ahead for you to get some new clothes,” she said, a twinkle in her eye.

Bentley stopped, blinking rapidly as they processed this information.

“Why did he… is he going to expect something in return?” she asked, looking up. Daisy’s eyes were still twinkling and she gave Bentley a wry smile.

“Well, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that he paid for them,” she said. “Was just supposed to hand them over and say they were on the house.” Bentley frowned.

“I don’t…” Bentley looked down at the clothes and Daisy chuckled.

“If you don’t understand, I won’t ruin the surprise. See anything you like?”

Puzzling over that, Benltey pulled out a couple of outfits that would fit under their armor, and then a lovely long green dress.

“There’s no way I’m under fifty-” Bentley started, but Daisy put her hand over Bentley’s with that same sparkling smile.

“On the house, and there’s a bathroom just upstairs you can wash up in. I know Rexford slacks on those particular amenities. Go ahead, I want to see the look on Hancock’s face when he sees you all washed and wearing a dress,” Daisy said, pushing Bentley up stairs and into the bathroom.

***

Sure enough, when they came downstairs, red hair freshly washed and beginning to curl in strange directions, wearing the dress with the other clothes in her backpack, Mayor Hancock was downstairs talking with Daisy about supply chains.

He did about three takes before he realized who and what he was looking at.

“Holy shit,” He said, leaning on the counter as if for support. Farenheight, who leaned on the wall behind him, gave her an appreciative once over and wink. “Damn, you clean up good there, I almost didn’t recognize you without that layer of mutant blood.”

Bentley smiled softly and shrugged.

“Yeah, turns out there was a person under all that, who’d have thought?” she asked. Daisy winked at her while Hancock laughed. “Thanks for the clothes Daisy, I really feel human again. See you around.”

“Don’t go wasting that dress at the Rexford,” Daisy said as they made to leave. “Go hit up The Third Rail, have a drink or two. Live it up a little bit.”

“I will, thanks,” Bentley said, pushing back and walking away.

“Damn I’m good,” Daisy muttered as the door closed behind them.

Bentley strode through to the Rexford to drop off their things, and pay for another couple nights. And they had every intention of going to the Third Rail, but there was something that had been requiring their attention for a while.

So they made their way into the Memory Den, and looked around cautiously.

“Well hey there sweet cheeks,” Irma said fondly as they walked up. “Good to see you’re not suffering anymore.” Bentley gave half a smile and nodded.

“Thanks, and thank you so much for letting us use your services,” she said.

“Well, you were fucked up five ways to Sunday, I couldn’t well let you just sit there,” Irma laughed. “How can I help you?”

“Well, there’s a radio station airing for the Silver Shroud,” Bentley started. Irma’s eyes popped open.

“You’re here for Kent?” she asked, surprised.

“My… late husband and I would listen to the show when it aired,” Bentley said, struggling just a bit. “I just wanted to talk about the show.” Irma covered her heart and her eyes misted up a touch.

“Oh of course, he’s right there, through that door,” she said. “You take as long as you need, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate it,” Bentley said before walking over to pop their head in the door.

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inspector-montoya-fox · 4 years

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#10 - Jailbreak

Setting: let’s enter the SpOOkY!!! girl, i’m sorry i have to take a moment to appreciate the KI that this episode is. from the statues that come to life to the purple water, the red sky, the bat props that Sly can ninja-spire onto, the music. it’s like a Scooby-Doo episode. Contessa’s house looks like a freakin insane asylum hahahahaha this is all fantastic. i’ve been to Prague and the towers are literally the same. i know i should be analyzing this in the Themes section but in terms of environment, Prague (both levels) are the crux of Sly 2, if not narrative-wise, then definitely emotionally-wise. @designraccoon made this amazing post a while back which went into detail about how the Prague levels represent the darkest nights in the entire series and then in Canada it’s day. i mean, the whole game is great but these central four episodes (from A Starry Eyed Encounter until A Tangled Web) are, in my opinion, what make it so amazing. there’s definitely climax because the stakes are so high. 2/3 of the gang and Carmelita have been captured, Neyla has double-crossed us, Bentley (who was up until this point the weakest link physically) is all alone, and as we find out by the very beginning of the episode, the Contessa is a secret Klaww Gang member. well, this is all dandy. having Bentley alone further establishes how haunting this episode is because we first witness the hub as him, which has never happened before. he’s an itty-bitty-witty turtle roaming around the ultimate spooky level. and the Contessa, she didn’t come to play hunty. i’ll go into more detail about her character below, but she feels more of a threat than Rajan or Dimitri. not because she herself is scary, but because she’s built an empire. Dimitri had bouncers and Rajan had his staff, but Contessa has an entire army and (at this point) Interpol backing her up. in terms of environment, the hub feels huge because of the giant prison in the centre. it truly is a pain in the ass to enter the prison, but that just highlights the fact that, well, it’s a prison. in general, SP really captured the essence of a European town: the stone pavement, the bridges and the sections under them, some historical arcs blocked by cage bars, etc. all this being said however, if we factor in the narrative, Jailbreak’s Prague feels very dead. maybe it’s done on purpose, but due to the gang’s absence and the prison’s overbearing presence, this (similarly to A Starry Eyed Encounter) feels like a prelude. we’re defo onto something big, but we first have to break out Sly and Murray. and lord knows what comes next is big...

Characters: i want to expand the Setting section here but also leave the big gang moments for the Theme section, so this is really about the Contessa. this episode is soaked in melodrama. the themes are heavy, the morale is low, the narrative is complex to say the least. The Predator Awake’s ending was such a shock that we genuinely forget about Carmelita’s whereabouts, as she’s not even mentioned here. we meet the Contessa and, even though she’s already been introduced, this is the first time we really get to know her. the hub really encapsulates her character: a total psychiatrist witch whose gothic surroundings reflect her malicious intentions. a true villain, the definition of the word. she’s a member of the Klaww Gang but also has an ulterior motive and even gives the gang a run for their money with her hypnosis. the bitch also has a blimp she uses for swift getaways, i mean what more can you want. and this is not even her ultimate form as A Tangled Web will see her deliver some very important lines of dialogue and truly show off how evil she is. but for now, she lurks in the shadows. similar to Rajan in the previous level, she spends most of the episode absent (you’ll notice there’s no Clockwerk part in this episode too). this is probably done to give the player some breathing space after the Neyla twist and allow the gang to gather their strength. but her presence is felt, due to how she embodies her hub, the personification of the obscure and the SPOOKY ! for me, the Contessa is as big a villain as Clockwerk, Neyla and Dr M. she’s just selfish and that’s her downfall, as we’ll see in the next episode where she’s presented in a very Nietzschian fashion. it’s like they merged Miz Ruby and Clockwerk: they honed the spooky aspect by added intelligence. Miz Ruby was too short sighted and lacked ambition. the Contessa created herself after she murdered her husband, made herself rich through her psychiatry scam, earned a strong rep via Interpol, and touched the divine by getting her hands on the Clockwerk eyes. the self-confidence is unreal.

Themes: uh, fear theme !!!!!!!!! (like the full shebang, not the half-baked version from The Predator Awakes) our characters are put to the test, forced to face their fears. Bentley had to learn how to drive the van, drive all the way from India to Prague, and explore this nightmare of a level all on his own. Sly was captured by the police and Murray was rendered weak, his will and control taken from him with the use of spice. the theme fits the level like a glove and everyone gets to confront their fear. Bentley succeeds in saving his friends, Sly (although not shown directly but instead mentioned via the Contessa) breaks free from the “hole” under which he’d go mad, and Murray goes head to head with the Contessa at the end of the level. as i analysed in the Setting section, the fear theme is further established by the spooky environment and missions (werewolf statues and evil robots that come to life), as well as the prison’s interior. i mean, consider the gang’s biggest fear is getting arrested but enhance it by a hundred by making the prison seem as hellish as possible. its sombre green and blue tones are reminiscent of Arkham. it truly feels like an insane asylum, with its towering cells, booby traps and devices used for hypnosis. the fear theme is dominant here, but there’s also the theme of separation. up to this point in the game, the gang’s unity has been taken for granted. soon after Bentley and Murray learn the basics, the gang is split. this not only increases the difficulty of the challenges they have to face on their own, but also puts things into perspective. mainly, things only work out when they’re together. you’ll notice that after Jailbreak (and by extent A Tangled Web), there’s an increase in group missions. He Who Tames the Iron Horse, is full of them. their time apart has all three of them realise that teamwork is essential, and that their friendship is the basis for their success. and lastly, a mind theme. i feel like there’s a connection between the hub and the Contessa’s character: her trained mind is so hard to breach, similar to the prison with its high walls. she’s a brittle spider but shouldn’t be underestimated. mind over matter, basically. her head’s interior is full of high security and intricate designs, spotlights and guards. everything feels so claustrophobic in there. both her expertise in psychology and the prison are devices used to break through with her prisoners. and once Sly and Bentley manage to penetrate the walls and get through to Murray, she’s caught off guard because of her seemingly flawless fortress.

What I Like: lots of stuff here. i was always a fun of the spooky-ooky so this is perfect. Bentley is my least favorite gang member but i really enjoyed his narration and how he came through even though the odds were stacked against him. the Contessa is my fav villain from the game, maybe even the series, so there’s that too. in terms of details, i really like Sly disguising himself as a werewolf statue on the bridge, even going so far as to imitate their open mouths. and the prison’s interior is great too. OH! AND that little bell you can hit to distract guards in the hub. i love that little bell.

What I Don’t Like: i’d have to say, the missions are kind of a drag, especially after The Predator Awakes which had some pretty good ones. apart from following the Contessa around and playing as Murray in the prison, the rest are tiring in my opinion (i’m not referring to the operation). specifically, Code Capture and Lightning Action feel like filler, maybe because they’re all made available at the same time, when Sly breaks out. i was never fond of the hacking and this is the episode it’s introduced in so... yea...

Quote: Inconceivable! She's no health care professional!

#inCONCEIVABLE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#SHE'S NOT HEALTH CARE PROFESSIONAL !!!!!!!!!!#Bentley sweetie... she's not.#sly cooper #episode project #this essay embodies chaotic energy #and i love that for her

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keiratheraven · 2 years

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Everything was perfect for Angela Pleasant.

Her relationship with Lilith, her twin sister improved a lot and they became best friends after they left the toxic Pleasant family house. Then they made a squad and band at once named Bentley 8 with Dustin Broke, Dirk Dreamer, Johnny Smith, Ripp Grunt, Ophelia Nigmos, and Puck Summerdream. They moved from Bridgeport to Starlight Shores for chasing fame.

Her beautiful boyfriend turned good after he left his criminal career, and now he married her.

Couldn’t be better, Bentley 8 reached its peak in its career from a garage band to the world-renowned chart-topper.

Everything was so perfect, but not many people know about her past, especially in middle school. Everyone only thinks that she was a vain queen bee AKA the alpha bitch in high school.

Until she gets that nightmare.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

Angela woke up from her nap.

“Oh, that dream sucks.”

“Relax, Angie. It’s just your past. They aren’t in your life anymore. You have to forget about middle school memories.” Angela talked to herself while tears ran down her face.

In the morning, she made some breakfast for her household/bandmates. Dustin sat next to her, and he noticed something wrong with Angela.

“Sweetie, why do you have the panda eyes? Haven’t you slept last night?” Said Dustin.

“Don’t worry about me. It’s just another insomnia.”

“I heard you screaming last night, Angela,” said Ophelia.

Lilith rolled her eyes.

“Sis, I know you just had another nightmare again. I bet it’s about middle school, am I right?”

“Shut up, Lilith! You know nothing.”

“Oh, I guess my sister won’t tell us about her past that makes her change her appearance.”

Angela stared at Lilith furiously.

“Why won’t you tell us about it, Angie? We’re your family.” Said Johnny.

“I don’t want to talk about it. It’s just a bitter past.”

“Don’t keep it for yourself, Angie. It’s not good for your mental health. We won’t tell anybody. Please, sweetie.”

“Okay, I guess I can trust you guys. Actually, I used to be a nerd in middle school. Well, My classmates liked to bully me then.”

All of them, except Lilith, looked surprised. Because The Bentley Queen turned out to be the victim as well.

“Well, they liked to grab and pull my hair. They called me ugly, fat, and a shitty nerd who doesn’t deserve to be popular. That’s why I changed my appearance in high school to be pretty, popular, became the cheer captain so I won’t be bullied anymore, and you know... I became bulimic. Plus mom and dad put pressure on me to be flawless. I was very unhappy back then, although I was always acting like a perfect princess.”

“But they didn’t slap you, yell at you and blame you for everything, right sis?” Said Lilith.

“Well, I’m sorry for you both, Angie and Lil. But you guys can’t just keep blaming each other and your parents. All of us have dark pasts, and it’s okay to be not okay. Everyone makes mistakes, but we have to be elevated, forgive ourselves and others, and move on.” Said Dirk.

“Yes, Dirk. You’re so wise, no wonder you became a psychiatric apprentice.”

“Thank you, Angela. You have to be wiser as well because soon you’ll become a psychologist,”

“By the way, we have to perform an acapella live show in Brotherhood of Fine Fellows Hall this evening.” Said Johnny.

“Nice. So we became a vocal group instead of a band and have to abandon our instruments? That’s sucks.” Said Ripp.

“Come on, guys. It’s just a challenge from the venue owner. We will get paid more after that.”

“I’ve got an idea. Besides our songs, what about covering some popular songs?”

Later that night...

They sang their songs on the stage, but also covered some popular songs: Team by Lorde, Hymn For The Weekend by Coldplay, and lastly: Learn to Let Go by Kesha.

Been a prisoner of the past Had a bitterness when I looked back Was telling everyone it's not that bad 'Til all my shit hit the fan

I know I'm always like Telling everybody you don't gotta be a victim Life ain't always fair, but hell is living in resentment Choose redemption Your happy ending's up to you

I think it's time to practice what I preach Exorcise the demons inside me Whoa, gotta learn to let it go

The past can't haunt me if I don't let it Live and learn and never forget it Whoa, gotta learn to let it go

Had a boogieman under my bed Putting crazy thoughts inside my head Always whispering, "It's all your fault" He was telling me, "No, you're not that strong"

I know I'm always like Telling everybody you don't have to be a victim Life ain't always fair, but hell is living in resentment Choose redemption Your happy ending's up to you

So, I think it's time to practice what I preach Exorcise the demons inside me Whoa, gotta learn to let it go The past can't haunt me if I don't let it Live and learn and never forget it Whoa, gotta learn to let it go

I'm done reliving my bad decisions I see now maybe there's a reason why I've been through hell and back Yeah, honestly, it's all made me who I am Holding on to wasted time Gotta learn to let go in life

Learn to let go, learn to let go

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miastideclock · 4 years

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DAY6 In A Long-Distance Relationship

Hi there! So sorry to hear that you’ve tested positive but I’m happy to hear that you have a good immune system and are in high spirits☺️ Not sure how bad your symptoms are but I hope you feel better soon regardless💕 I’m currently in a long distance relationship and it’s not bad but it’s not great right now so I was hoping I could request how each member of day6 would deal with a long distanced relationship? No worries if not, thanks anyway❤️

that’s so sweet of you, thank you🥺 I’m so sorry about your relationship, and i hope it gets better!

also, i hope it’s okay that i did this bullet point style, cause that honestly worked so much better than how i wrote it the two first times lmao sorry

Sungjin

a cutie

would not really like the whole long distance thing, but what can you do

he would make sure you knew how important communication was to him

“a healthy relationship starts with good communication.”

you couldn’t agree more

if he ever felt uneasy about who you were hanging out with, and how much you hung out with them- instead of letting it boil in the pit of his stomach, he would tell you.

same went for you. if you ever felt he was suddenly talking a tad too much about a certain someone, you would be honest with him

“Babe, I hate to be that person, but that Joey you’re hanging out with him? He gets me kind of weird feeling, like something’s off.” He would say over the phone.

You were waiting for him to comment on it, you had been for a few weeks.

“I know, sweetie. But we’re working on the project together, and we thought it would be easier if we knew each other beforehand, but I completely understand where you’re coming from. Would it make you feel better if we FaceTime’d while me and him were hanging out sometime? That way you’d get to meet him.”

You could hear the sigh of relief he let out when you weren’t annoyed with him.

“I’d love that. Thank you.”

Jae

also very much a cutie

much like Sungjin, he thought communication was important

that didn’t necessarily mean he was very good at it

he had a tendency to come off as waaaaay too jealous, even though that wouldn’t be the case

or, well- he WOULD be jealous, but not to the extent he presented it

“So who’s that guy I keep seeing on your snapchat stories?”

it was one of your late night FaceTime calls, and Jae had been dying to ask, so when he saw the opportunity, he took it.

“Jaaaaeeee.” You would drag out, getting kind of tired of the same question.

“What, as your boyfriend, I am concerned for who you hang out with just in case they’re a bad influence or something. As your boyfriend, who happens to be your boyfriend, aka. the boy you’re dating- I’m just curious. You know, as your boyfriend.”

You sighed and looked at his face through the screen.

“The boy you keep seeing on my story, is a girl. Her name is Jenna and she is really sweet. I hang out with her and her girlfriend all the time.” You would explain.

“Ohh, no yeah you’ve talked about her, sorry.” He would instantly apologize.

“It’s okay.”

A bit of silence.

“So Jenna likes girls, huh? Should I, you boyfriend-” you cut him off.

“JAE!” You cackled.

“I’M KIDDING!”

Young K

you already know i’m gonna call all of them cuties, so there really isn’t a need for its own bullet point.

a cutie

aNYWAYS

He wouldn’t have a issue with the long distance thing, especially since you were still in the same timezone

in fact, he was so proud of you for managing to leave everything behind and pursue your dreams

he encouraged you to go longer and further than you ever had before- to find your passion :,)

Jealousy was also never an issue, as both of you were too in-love to even thing about other people

it was actually almost a problem according to his bandmates

“Did you change the world today?” He would ask with humor laced in his tone as he spoke to the screen that showed your sleepy face.

“Almost. I’m sure I’ll get it right tomorrow.” You would smile back, forever grateful for the support.

“That’s my girl.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Wonpil

im-

a cutie :)

but this boy

woooooaaahhh- this boy

he would visit you so often you would at times forget it was long distance??

every holiday or long weekend- catch him on the next plane

if he had more than two continuous days off- plane ticket: booked.

it was borderline ridiculous at this point, but you absolutely loved it.

“Hey babe? You know how you’re always coming here and stuff?”

It was your daily call, you were walking through the grocery store, and he was on a couch somewhere.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that. I have two days off next week, but I have to be at this thing early the next morning, so I don’t think I can come. I’m so sorry.” He was genuinely sorry about it, and hoped you wouldn’t be too upset about it.

“No worries, cause I just finished my class-project. I have like a week and a half off. Maybe I could come to you? And just chill at your place when you’re at work?” You beamed as you grabbed a carton of milk.

“No way! Really? Holy, I can’t wait!!” He almost screamed, making you giggle.

“I love you.”

Dowoon

do i even need to say it?????? yeah i do

a cUTIE

okay, so Dowoon would be a bit different from the other boys, as he would be terrified of you forgetting about him

he wasn’t scared that you would find someone else, he was scared that you would realize he was good riddance.

he obviously never told you this, so in your eyes, y’all were in a great place

little did you know that if you ever went longer than like fifteen hours without texting him, it would send him spiraling

she doesn’t love me anymore

she knows she’s too good for me

etc etc etc

after a while tho, after Dowoon had rambled to his bandmates about it, they had taken the liberty of telling you how Dowoon felt.

your heart ached for the boy, and you made it your mission to make sure he felt appreciated and loved.

before you know it, your relationship was flourishing and blossoming more than ever

almost as if you had fallen in love all over again

“you know, i used to be scared you’d forget about me.”

“no way- whaaaat? really? pft, i would never have guessed-”

“the boys told you already, didn’t they?”

“lil’ bit.”

I hope you liked it!!!

Feel free to request more!

-bentley

#day6 #day6 dowoon #day6 jae #day6 sungjin #day6 young k #day6 wonpil #day6 reactions #day6 requests #day6 scenarios #day6 drabble #day6 one shot #dowoon #jae #sungjin #young k #wonpil #brian

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foreveralwaysanauthor · 3 years

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Scream - The Ears Are Listening

October 12, 2021

Prompt - Cornfields

Characters - Mick, Miles, Royce, Bentley, Lela, Mack, and Brady

Notes - I’ve been to the maze I mentioned (it’s not the same name, but the location is the same) and it’s so huge that you can and will get lost in it and can’t hear if someone calls for you unless they’re super close. It’s terrifying but also insanely cool. Also, I’ve made a moodboard for this one that includes the map I mention in this post!

October 12th,

Woke up earlier than usual. I don’t remember going to bed at all. Last I remember, we were watching Hocus Pocus downstairs, but I woke up in bed. The last time something like this happened, I was maybe twelve. I have to wonder if I just don’t remember coming up to bed or if someone carried me. I’m not sure I want to know. It’d be embarrassing if someone carried me to bed; I’m not little anymore. I’m not a heavy sleeper though, so I also have to think about the idea that I might have let someone carry me to bed at some point. If I did, I should find out who did it and apologize. I’m not a child and I’m not exactly light either. It couldn’t have been easy to bring me up here. Overthinking aside, the movie was good from what I remember and I’d love to have my own talking cat. Thackery Binx was easily my favorite character. Now, I’m going to attempt to get off my bunk without waking Bentley so I can go read in the living room before anyone else wakes up.

Royce slowly leaned over the edge of his bed and peered down at Bentley, finding him snoring softly with his blankets only covering one of his legs. That was it; the rest of him was uncovered and he didn’t seem to mind. Royce shook his head and held in a laugh as he moved to the ladder and slowly crept down it. Once he was on the floor, he quickly scribbled ‘Mission Accomplished’ in his notebook before stashing it away again and making his way out of the room. Once he had left the bedroom, he crept down the stairs, avoiding the creaky spot in the center of the sixth step as he went. It wasn’t until he reached the tenth step that he realized he wasn’t the only one awake at this hour.

Mack was in the kitchen, writing in a journal and sipping at some coffee. The older woman glanced up as she heard Royce step onto the hardwood floor and smiled at him. “Hey, sweetie, what’re you doing up this early? It's only six-thirty.”

Royce quietly made his way to the island, pulling himself onto the barstool next to Mack. “It's not too early for me, I’m always up early. I just felt like reading.”

“Ah,” Mack voiced, “gotcha. Did you find a book yet?”

Royce yawned deeply as he shook his head. “Not yet. I was thinking of reading one of the books Uncle Brady told me he liked.”

Mack hummed in understanding, sipping at her coffee and sighing as she placed it back down. “Let me guess, The Haunting of Hill House and Cemetery Boys made the list?”

“How did you-?” Royce began before stopping himself. “He gave you the same list, didn’t he?”

Mack nodded slowly. “He may not have like to do reading for school, but that man loves his spooky stories.” She sighed, “Sadly, I’m not much for those books, but I did get into the Bad Girls Don’t Die series when I was around your age.”

“Bad Girls Don’t Die?” Royce echoed curiously.

“You’d probably like it,” Mack guessed. “Two sisters around the same age as you and Benny. The younger one starts acting strange and the older sister thinks she’s possessed. There’s a lot of paranormal stuff in there, but it’s a really good, edge-of-your-seat style book. Well, at least, that’s how I remember it.”

Royce perked up a bit, glancing toward the bookshelf in the living room. “Do you still have it?”

Mack shrugged tilting her head side to side a bit. “If I do, it would be in the A’s. The author was something Alexader, I think.”

Royce quickly stood and made his way to the shelf, scanning the top shelf until he pulled out a dusty paperback. While the book obviously hadn’t been read in years, it was still in good condition. He brushed off some of the dust before making his way back to the kitchen. “Alender,” he began as he opened the book. “The author’s name is Katie Alender.”

“Alender,” Mack sampled before nodding, “that sounds right. Well, I’m not saying you have to read it or anything, kiddo. It was just another suggestion you could add to your list.”

“It sounds good,” Royce answered simply, flipping through the pages until a laminated paper fell out and hit the floor with a soft tap. Royce paused and Mack set down her coffee, both of them glancing down at the paper until Royce leaned down and picked it up. “It’s a postcard from Maya’s Maze in Sunderland, Massachusetts. Woah, look at what they did to their field, Aunt Mack!”

The picture on the opposite side of the postcard was of a field that had a drawing of Blackbeard the pirate drawn into it. It was quite impressive and the image brought back a memory in Mack that she’d long since forgotten. The woman smiled as she took the postcard from Royce. “I remember that place,” she claimed. “We used to go every year. This was their corn maze from, goodness, back in 2018 or 2019. This must’ve been what I used as my bookmark from around that time.”

Royce looked over the picture with a small smile, pointing at the map in the corner of the cornfield. “Do you think they still do this kind of stuff?”

“Probably,” Mack breathed with a smile. Mack set the picture back in Royce’s hand and took out her phone, searching for the place and showing Royce the results as they popped up. “Open today from nine to five.”

“That’s incredible!” Royce exclaimed as he glanced at the drawing in the cornfield. This year, they had the words “Greetings from Earth, the pale blue dot” with drawings inside each letter of the word Earth.

“It sure is,” Mack chuckled with a nod. “We have nothing to do today, do you want to take a trip down there?”

Royce’s excitement seemed to dip as he scanned the page. “It’s expensive, Aunt Mick. Sixteen dollars per person is a lot for our family.” He paused for a moment, calculating the amount in his head. “That would be one hundred and twenty-eight dollars without buying anything else or the cost of gas to get there and back.”

Mack smiled at Royce, taking his hand and allowing the teenager to lace his fingers with hers. “Royce, honey, we’ve got it all covered.”

“How?” Royce questioned in a hushed tone. “That’s more than our father’s rent back home!”

Mack gave Royce’s hand a squeeze of reassurance. “Trust me, baby, it’s okay. We’ve got it. We’re all set on finances and can have a little adventure like this without stressing.”

“Really? Are you sure?” Royce asked.

“Yes,” Mack stated firmly. “When Uncle Brady get up, we’ll ask him what he thinks of taking a day trip down there and, when he says yes because I have a feeling he will, we’ll get everyone in the van and head out. What do you think?”

“Sounds like fun,” Royce admitted with a smile.

Four hours later, they arrived at Maya’s Maze. The ride itself was a little over two hours which gave everyone time to wake up a bit before their arrival. Brady stopped for coffee fairly early on since Butchy was still half-asleep and Miles looked barely awake, slumped against the window and staring blankly into space. Mack, Lela, and Bentley ended up getting hot chocolate while Mick and Royce got apple cider with cinnamon sticks. By the time they arrived, the drinks were gone and everyone was fairly awake, luckily.

They piled out of the van and made their way to a booth with a giant welcome sign above it. As they approached, a golden retriever with an orange bow on top of its head popped up from behind the stand, smiling and panting happily at them. Bentley made his way to the front of the group, holding his hand out to the dog to sniff.

“Well, hello there,” he snickered as the dog leaned over the counter and began to lick his face clean. “You’re so pretty.”

A girl with dark auburn hair ran up to them, attempting to lift the dog off the counter. “Kiwi, no licking the customers without their consent!” The dog simply stared at her for a moment before licking the girl’s cheek. “Ugh, you little shrimp.” As if just noticing the customers in front of her, the girl wiped her face and sent them a smile. “Welcome to Maya’s Maze. I’m Zoey, the owner’s granddaughter, and this is Kiwi, our mascot and resident food inspector.”

“Hi, Kiwi,” Bentley greeted as the dog dropped from the counter and rounded the booth, coming back to clean Bentley’s face yet again.

Zoey sighed and shook her head, “She loves kids. Anyway, are you all here for the maze?”

“Yes,” Mack claimed, reaching into her purse for her wallet. “There’s eight of us.”

“Cool,” Zoey stated, typing it into her calculator and telling the group the price. Mack handed her the money and watched her put it into the register before standing a bit straighter. “So, do you know how this works?”

Mick, Mack, and Brady nodded while the rest shook their heads. “They’ve never been, but the three of us have,” Brady claimed.

Zoey rounded the booth and handed the group a map and a clipboard with a few pieces of paper on it. “So,” she began, “on the clipboard is a riddle and ten blank spaces. Once you go into the maze, there will be ten globes hidden in different areas. Each globe has a letter inside that you have to read and solve. It’s multiple-choice, but the letter you choose as your answer will be the letter you write down. Your job is to find all ten letters to fill in the blanks and unscramble them to solve the riddle. Once you get that solved, come back out and we’ll let you guys pick a free pumpkin from the patch.”

“Can we carve it?” Royce asked from between Miles and Butchy.

Zoey laughed, “Once you pick it out, I can’t tell you what to do with it other than no smashing it on our property.”

Royce smiled up at Butchy and Miles, giving them both high-fives. Butchy ruffled the teenager’s hair before pulling him close. “Anything else we should know?” Butchy asked as Royce wrapped an arm around his waist.

“There’s an inflatable jump pad, two tube slides, a potato blasting station if you want to launch potatoes at some targets, and some go-karts if you feel like racing around the field,” Zoey listed with a grin before going back to her place behind the counter. “The only catch is, you have to have the right answer to get access to the fun stuff.”

Bentley quickly rose and said goodbye to Kiwi the golden retriever before turning and following his family as they led the way into the maze. Just a few feet into the maze, the path split into four branches. “How about we break off into groups of two?” Lela suggested as everyone argued about which way to go first. “There’s eight of us and four paths.”

The group seemed to pause in their arguments before they began to murmur their agreement. Brady spoke up first, “Team up, everyone.”

In the end, Bentley was with Butchy, Royce and Miles were a team, Lela and Mick had become a pair, and Mack and Brady had been paired fairly quickly. Mack split up the papers and scribbled the riddle on them, handing each team a paper to write the letters they’d find and a pen from her purse. They made sure at least one person from each group had a picture of the aerial map on their phone before the group wished each other luck before splitting up and heading down their respective paths.

Butchy had found an advantage fairly early on, hoisting Bentley up onto his shoulders so the fourteen-year-old could see further and find the globes quicker. Miles had chosen to allow Royce to lead the hunt, enjoying his brother’s childlike excitement as they walked through endless rows of corn. Lela and Mick were enjoying themselves, singing show tunes and pop songs as they walked - and occasionally skipped or ran - with their arms linked. Brady and Mack conversed as they walked, talking about anything and everything they could think of, occasionally stopping to sneak a kiss now and then.

After an hour or so of walking, Royce sighed and stopped, “I think we’re going in a circle.”

“What makes you think that?” Miles asked sarcastically.

“The sign over there,” Royce answered honestly. “That’s the fourth time I’ve seen it now and I’m getting ready to follow its advice.”

The sign in question was a laminated piece of paper tied to some stalks of corn that read “Go ahead and scream! There are thousands of ears listening.”

Miles shook his head, pulling out the phone Mack and Brady had bought him and opening the picture of the map that Mick had sent him. “I think we’re in the middle of the spaceship.”

“Spaceship?” Royce questioned, peering over Miles’s shoulder so he could see it too. “No, I think we’re in the UFO at the top of the T.”

“I think we would’ve seen the giant gap under us if that were the case, kiddo,” Miles said with a soft laugh. “Let’s just go down until we find another globe or a different path.”

“But that’s the way Aunt Mack and Uncle Brady went,” Royce argued gently as he followed Miles down the path until they came to a clearing. “Won’t we get in trouble if we bump into them?”

Miles scoffed, “RJ, they can’t kick you out for talking with your family.”

Royce gave him a look of concern but said nothing more. After a while of walking and finding themselves a new path, they found a new globe at the top of what they assumed was the moon inside of the letter R. Royce ran up to it, dragging Miles by the hand, popping open the globe, and pulling the letter out. “Can you read that?” Royce asked. “My eyes are starting to hurt from squinting so much.”

Miles agreed saying, “Told you that you needed to bring your glasses,” before taking the letter and opening it. Miles squinted in turn as the letters were a lot smaller than he thought.

Royce shoved him lightly with a coy smile. “Told you that you needed glasses,” he teased in turn as Miles began reading.

“‘Tommy Tucker took two strings and tied two turtles to two tall trees. How many T’s in that?’” He read before sighing, “Too fricking many.”

Royce laughed. He recited the saying slowly, counting off his fingers as he went. “Thirteen,” he claimed as he finished. “Way too many for the riddle. Wait, can I see it?”

Miles handed the paper over with a huffed, “Be my guest.”

Royce looked over the paper before focusing on just the question and the answers available to choose from. “Two,” he whispered. “The answer is two.”

“Huh?” Miles asked as he rubbed his eyes.

“The answer is two,” Royce restated, pointing at the question and the answers. “Look at the choices; it’s obvious. It’s not sixteen or five and it’s definitely not twenty. The only other choice is two. When it asks ‘how many T’s in that,’ it’s asking about the word that!”

Miles quickly pressed the button next to the answer they chose, hearing a faint ding in response that let them know they were right. The answer bar slid aside, revealing two tokens with a letter on each. The first one had an E and the other, an R. “How many letters did we need again?” Miles asked.

Royce checked the paper, counting off how many they had already collected. “Three, why?”

“Make that one,” Miles claimed with a smirk. “We got an R and an E.”

Royce wrote down the letters and glanced over the jumble with a shake of his head. “This is nonsense.”

“What-”

Miles was cut off as Bentley’s laughter was heard nearby. “I can see them!” their youngest brother called loudly. Not long after, with directions given by Bentley to Butchy, the two groups were reunited. “Hi, guys!” Bentley greeted from on top of Butchy’s shoulders.

“Hey,” the older Murphy brothers greeted in unison.

“Did you guys finish yet?” Butchy asked as he crouched so Bentley could get down.

Miles shook his head. “Almost,” he claimed. “One more letter.”

Butchy let out an “Ah,” of understanding as he pulled out his paper. “We finished early since this one,” he ruffled Bentley’s hair as he spoke, “could see pretty far from up there. We found the others already.”

“Yeah,” Bentley agreed, “Mickie and Lela were in the H when we found them and Auntie Mack and Uncle Brady were in the A. Do you want the answer for the puzzle so we can go shoot potatoes?”

“Yes!” Royce exclaimed as Miles said, “No.”

The brothers looked to each other in confusion before turning back to Bentley and Butchy. Butchy opened his paper and cleared his throat. “Well, since you only have one more letter, why don’t you tell me what you’ve got and we can tell you where to find the last one.”

Miles and Royce shared a look before shrugging and agreeing. They listed off what letters they had and waited as Butchy matched them with his paper. Bentley perked up as he looked over both pages.

“Isn’t that the one we found down at the end of the swirl?” he asked Butchy.

“I think so,” Butchy agreed. “Have you been in the swirl yet?”

“Swirl?” Miles asked, pulling out his phone and checking the picture. “This one?” he suggested as he pointed toward the bottom right of the picture.

Butchy nodded. “Yep, that’s the one.”

Miles looked to Royce who nodded. Miles smirked, tapping Royce on the chest before taking off in a run, yelling “Tag,” as he went. Royce threw himself into a run, thanking Butchy as he followed his older - and longer-legged - brother as he ran out of the moon shape they were in, down the length of the R, and into one of the smaller letters that were connected to it. Royce stopped in the L to catch his breath, scanning around the area for Miles as he had long since lost sight of him.

“Miles?” he called, panting slightly. Royce took a deep breath before pushing onward, making his way through the rest of the word “pale” and into the main stretch that formed a border around the rest of the maze. He stopped and looked in both directions, not finding Miles in either path. “Miles?” Royce called again.

Then it hit him, he didn’t have the map. He knew if he went to one side and followed it long enough, he’d find his way out, but he didn’t want them to announce over the speakers that he couldn’t find his brother. After a minute, he turned to his left and followed it until it branched toward the left again. There were no other pathways, so Royce followed the line until it split into three paths. One continued upward and the others split from his left with one going up and the other down. With a huff, Royce turned to his left and went up, getting lost in what he assumed was another letter. After a while, he got tired of walking and sat down in a clearing to relax.

“Royce?” he heard his brother call. “Royce, can you hear me?”

“Miles?” Royce yelled back.

Footsteps thumped through the corn, but Royce couldn’t tell where it was coming from. “Royce?! Royce, baby, where are you?”

Royce looked around but could find nothing to describe the area. “I-I don’t know. It’s half a moon, I think. Where are you?” Royce stood as he heard some loud crunching from behind him. “Miles?”

“Stay there!” his brother called back. A few crunching sounds and the thumping footsteps began again and, soon enough, Miles emerged from the corn across from where Royce had been sitting.

“What did you-?” Royce was quickly cut off and pulled forward into a hug.

“Are you alright?” Miles asked quickly, pulling back enough to see Royce’s face but not enough to let him go. “How’s your breathing, baby?”

“I-I’m fine,” Royce spoke as his brother brushed his curls back and checked his face over. “I couldn’t see you so I tried to find my way, but I got lost so I stayed here. Where did you go?”

“I realized when I got to the globe that you weren’t behind me anymore,” Miles sighed. “I went back to where we were before and you were gone so I just ran around calling for you. I thought maybe you had a problem with your asthma or something.”

Royce shook his head, allowing Miles to take his hand and lead him out of the area. “When I lost sight of you, I just started walking, so I’m alright, just a bit out of breath. Where’s everyone else?”

“Picking out pumpkins or shooting potatoes, I’m sure,” Miles chuckled, swinging their interlocked hands as they walked.

They exited the maze and handed in their paper after finishing the riddle. With only one letter missing, it wasn’t hard to figure. Royce and Miles picked out their pumpkins and met up with the rest of the crew who had taken turns on the huge tube slides. A few hours went by in the farm’s play area and, before long, it was time to return to their cabin back in New Hampshire.

On the car ride home, Royce found himself in the seat Miles had been in on the way down, on the end of the middle row. Butchy was currently in the back row, being used as a pillow by both Lela and Bentley. Mick was on the other side of Miles in the same seat she’d been in before as she needed the window to avoid being carsick. Royce glanced to the front seats, smiling as he saw Mack and Brady holding hands over the middle console; it was nice to see the two of them showing affection so openly.

With a sigh, Royce turned to the side, resting his head on Miles’s shoulder and relaxing into his brother’s hold. “G’night, Miles,” he mumbled.

“Night, baby,” Miles whispered back. “I’ll wake you when we get home.”

“‘Kay,” Royce yawned, allowing himself to fall asleep.

A couple of hours later, Royce grumbled as he felt himself being lifted into someone’s arms. The person stilled almost instantly and a hand was pressed to Royce’s curls, nearly lulling him back to sleep. “It’s alright, baby, go back to sleep,” Miles whispered to him. After a moment, Miles stood up and adjusted his grasp again before he began walking.

Royce remembered bits and pieces of the walk into the cabin - seeing Bentley being carried in by Brady as Lela refused to let go of her older brother’s sweater, Mick and Butchy wishing him a good night as they disappeared into their bedroom, Mack and Brady following Miles into his and Bentley’s room to put Bentley to bed, but only leaving after wishing them both a good night and telling both boys that they loved them, Miles leaving only after pressing a kiss to his forehead and teasingly telling him that he had better sleep in late.

The next morning, Royce woke up later than usual and checked the clock on the dresser across from his and Bentley's bunk bed before groaning and rolling over. '6:30 is far too early for anybody to be awake,' he decided.

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typicalmidnightsoul · 4 years

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Home video fic

My first prompt fic. This was requsted by @ Dayanna_Cahill_Fray_Chase and @my-fan-side. Nesta discovers a home video which she watches with her sister basically.

The edits are basically a story board so plz check that out I wasn’t going to post these but my cousin made me <3 Love ya cuz.

If you have anymore prompts feel free to send them to me <3

Cassian woke up trying to reach for Nesta but instead finding a cold side of bed. He had gone to the rooftop pool with Nesta and safe to say they had a…rough night. He pushed himself up and leaned against the headboard, the bathroom door was open giving him a full view of his fiancé’s back in that pretty white bathing suit. She was putting on mascara, her clothes on the heating rack in the bathroom.

“Where are you going?”

“Starbucks then my old house. It’s about time I cleared that place up.”

He grimaced, the old house as in the villa she grew up in that have reminders of her dead parents.

He started getting up only to have Nesta push him down, “You didn’t get much sleep last night,” She started fixing her bandanna in the mirror, “Stay. I’ll see you later.”

He rolled his eyes, “You didn’t get much sleep either.”

“That’s why I’m going to Starbucks,” She winked and trotted down the stairs leaving.

Well then he could also get Starbucks.

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She was waiting in the line, scrolling through Instagram not bothering to look behind her. As she got to the front she smiled at the barista,

“Hey could I have-” a hand came around her waist.

“Caramel macchiato, Venti with extra whip, please.”

The barista smiled, “And for you sir?”

Cassian smiled, “me? Well-“

“He wants a Venti iced hazelnut macchiato, no whip and light ice.”

“Names?”

Cassian pinched her waist, “Nessie and Cassian.”

Nesta threw him a harsh look.

They moved along to the end.

“What are you doing here?”

“Helping you clear up your parent’s villa.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You know sweetheart you chug down coffee like its water I don’t think it’s healthy.”

“Shut up Cassian.”

The baristo handed their drinks to them giving Nesta a flirtatious smile which Nesta returned only to piss Cassian off.

Cassian growled.

She pulled him out of the coffeehouse before he could make a scene.

“Did you bring your car?” she asked him, because she hadn’t, she was planning on taking an uber.

He grunted a response she assumed was a yes.

As they got to his car, he opened the car door for her but didn’t look at her. She rolled her eyes.

She got in his black Bentley, as he got in next to her she pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Baby.”

No answer, “Baby!”

“Yes?” He turned, his lips so close to hers.

“I love you.” She pressed her lips to his, it always worked.

As she sat back, his hand went on her thigh.

“Are you sure you should be going there wearing that, babe? I mean as gorgeous as you look, will you be able to move around in it?”

She looked down at her baby blue Bardot tie front and high waist shorts.

“You’d be surprised sweetie.”

As they pulled up to the rustic villa Nesta sighed. Home.

She jogged up to the front door and opened it.

After all the Archeron sisters had moved out with their respective boyfriends and their father…passed the house was left the exact same way. She assumed it was an Archeron thing as after her mother died everything was left the same in her chambers as well.

She sipped her coffee.

“I’ll get started on clearing up the cellar babe, you get started upstairs ok?”

She mindlessly nodded heading upstairs; she had somewhere she needed to go. Something that was begging her attention.

She trotted down the marble hallway into her mother’s second room. The room she didn’t share with her father that she slept more and more in after their marriage was breaking. She went in and gasped. If Nesta didn’t know better she’d think her mother had gone to a party, because the room was immaculate, but still somehow like her mother.

Her mother’s perfume slanted on the table as if she’d just used it, her coat slung over her arm chair, a corner of her duvet folded over.

Her eyes got watery at the jewellery box on her mother’s dressing table.

She opened the box and sighed at the tune playing which she always sung along too and did so now.

“…and when you speak angels sing from above and every word seems to turn into love songs. Give your heart and soul to me and life will always be-”

She broke off at the twin bracelets in the box. She had given it her mother, when she was 13, in the morning for safekeeping because school wouldn’t allow it and forgot to get it back.

White gold chain bracelets with white gold hearts on them. She slid the bracelets on and underneath them, now out in the open from their absence were…pen drives. They had a gold geometric stick.

She giggled at how classy her mother is. Was. Her smile faded.

But what would her mother need to hide in a pen drive in her jewellery box of all places. Footsteps coming upstairs, she slipped the pen drives inside her pocket and closed the jewellery box.

Hands on her waist, lips skimming her neck.

“Clearing up, baby?”

She turned, “I was just about to start.”

“Oh really?” he looked around, “Who’s room was this?”

“My mom’s chambers, her second room.”

“Funny how she left everything for you. You must’ve been her favourite.”

“I was.”

They had countless arguments on this. Him defending Feyre and Elain, her standing her own ground. He was under the impression that Feyre was a villain in her story. She was. And Cassian wouldn’t accept that. He tried to justify Feyre’s actions. Nesta ended up not talking to him for 4 days, because on that topic she never argued for too long, just shut down.

This is why he didn’t push an argument today. She was trying to fix the bond between her sisters. But when the wound is fresh it doesn’t heal as quickly.

She was meeting them tomorrow. Ugh.

At least Cress would be there.

“My heads hurting I wanna go home.” He nodded and led her downstairs. As they got in the car Nesta felt like a hole was burning her pocket.

“Babe you ok?” He asked.

She nodded. Looking back onto the clear expanse of her childhood estate.

“You weren’t wearing those bracelets when we went in. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear those.”

She smiled, “I was getting in the car for high school and mum came out to give me my watch and she said, ‘Nesta jewellery isn’t allowed at school’ so I gave these for here to keep safe and forgot to take it back, she’s kept it safe for 11 years.”

He reached over and kissed her cheek. “They look amazing on you.”

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She clicked off her phone and tried to pull her brown mini skirt lower.

“Cresseida says she’s still on her flight from Manhattan. She should be here in a couple of hours.” Feyre and Elain both nodded, Elain stood.

“Want coffee?” Feyre nodded.

“Wait, Elain it’s my house I’ll-” Elain waved her off getting out three mugs. Nesta went and sat opposite Feyre.

“No need to make anything I have a stash of frappe’s in the fridge.”

Elain put the cups away and started picking out flavours.

Nesta took a deep breath.

“So I went to our old villa with Cassian yesterday…” Elain stopped her rattling of the bottles, Feyre sat up, “And I found these from mom’s old jewellery box.” She took out the pen drives.

“Cute. Have you seen what’s in them?” Feyre asked.

“No I thought I’d show you guys as well, just in case it’s a list of bad people.”

Feyre chuckled, “You watch Blacklist too much.”

Nesta rolled her eyes and got her projector out.

Elain came passing around the glass bottles she had topped with whipped cream and red straws.

Feyre gave Nesta a look.

“What? I brought this projector and literally haven’t used it since.”

She plugged it in.

A video started playing.

“Momma I can’t reach!”

A woman came into the shot, picking up the little girl in the middle of the orchid.

“It’s ok sweetie! Mama’s here.” She picked out the lemons and handed one.

A male voice from behind the camera said, “Nesta look at the camera darling!”

The woman turned showing her pregnant tummy and pointing the camera out to Nesta.

“Daddy I want to pick a lemon.”

The camera was passed onto to someone else and Randolph Archeron ran to Nesta taking her from his wife and placing her behind his head. Nesta picked a lemon and giggled showing it to her mother who was behind her. Adelaide took the lemon from her and went on her tip toes. Nesta leaning back to kiss her mother on the lips.

The video froze for a few seconds.

“Nesta what is-” Elain asked.

“It’s a home video, from when we were younger.”

Feyre glued her eyes back to the wall.

The video changed.

Nesta, Adelaide and Feyre were picking and posing with oranges. Elain holding the camera.

“Smile!!!!” her voice said.

Nesta dropped an orange.

“OMG Nesta!” Elain shrieked, “You’re ruing my shot!”

Nesta picked up the orange, “Ok geez.”

Feyre had started peeling the orange in her hand causing their mother to burst into laughter at Elain’s shriek.

Again another video slid in, a longer one this time.

“Come on Feyre!” Nesta shouted.

“Cominggg.” The camera started running towards Nesta and Elain.

“We were really cute,” Elain said.

Feyre nodded, “I can’t believe she kept these. Where even are we?”

“In Verona I think.” Nesta said.

They were wearing hats too big for their heads.

Elain stopped.

“Dad can I go with you I’m tired.”

Randolph chuckled from behind the camera and held out his hand.

“You were such a daddy’s girl,” Nesta said to Elain.

Elain swiped cream on Nesta’s cheek.

“Get Cassian to lick that off later.”

“Idiot.”

“Come on Fey,” Adelaide picked up Feyre and took Nesta’s hand.

She took their hats off, and held them.

They made their way through the tomato fields into the house. Nesta took the camera from Feyre and ran into the hall. She set the camera down on a counter and started dancing on her own.

“What are you doing Nes?” Adelaide came and picked Nesta up giving her a piggyback; Nesta giggled and clutched her tight.

“She loved you a lot,” Elain looked at Nesta, who was staring at the screen. She didn’t answer, unable to at the longing in Elain’s voice and in Feyre’s eyes. They had always been their father’s child; Nesta had always belonged to her mother. She had stayed with her mother till the end.

Little Nesta in the video said to her mother, “Where’s Feyre?!”

Her mother chuckled, “I don’t know sweetie.”

“Let’s find out, we shall go on a secret mission,” She took the camera off the counter and shoved in her mother’s hands,

“You hold the camera.”

“Oop, ok wait for me,” They ran through the house hiding next to the door look into the kitchen. Feyre had taken out an easel and had started painting.

“Honestly, she’s already started painting, Help me God,” Adelaide laughed at mini Nesta’s sass.

Nesta burst through the door, “Oh Feyre, whatcha doing?”

Feyre looked up and grabbed Nesta, “Good thing you’re here Nes, I needed someone to paint.”

Nesta flicked a lock of hair over her shoulder, “Of course.”

After a few minutes of Nesta fidgeting, Feyre screamed at her to "Sit still Nesta!!" But Nesta kept on looking over at what Elain was doing in the garden.

Adelaide sat down on the kitchen table, the camera jolting.

The video flicked to the next one.

Adelaide was walking up the stairs.

“We seem to have a messy situation downstairs. Proceeding with caution.” She flipped the camera hiding on the landing to show Randolph and his 3 daughters making cookies, Nesta as the first person to notice squealing,

“Momma!!” She ran into her arms smearing her with flour and icing.

“You smell like cookie dough!!!”

Their cookie making continued, throwing flour at each other.

The clip ended. Another one rolled.

“Welcome to our house tour at night.” Adelaide started.

Adelaide started walking through explaining the pictures on the wall.

“There’s me and the girls. Me and Nesta. Randolph with a very tired Nesta. Aw, look at my baby. Nesta with Oliver. Good god if he wasn’t like a brother to her then I would’ve predicted these two would’ve got married.” She laughed, “Well the guy who does get married to Nesta must be a really lucky man. There’s Feyre with her canvas look at her artist in the making. Elain with her flowers that she grew herself, my little gardener!” She moved along to some other picture her voice growing less fond, “Mine and Randolph’s wedding pictures, our anniversary. Lord knows where he is nowadays.” She went quiet, “Anyway let’s check on the little ones the nanny must have put them to sleep.”

She went into a big room, where Nesta was sleeping. The room was light and airy with fairy lights on the wall and Polaroid pictures.

“There’s my baby,” she caressed a hand down Nesta’s face pressing a kiss to her face. Nesta wriggled.

“Goodnight baby.”

She moved into another room, a pink one this time, “There’s baby Elain with her little elf doll.” Elain lay in a plush pink bed in the middle clutching onto a knitted elf doll. Her mother fixed her covers and pressed a kiss to her head.

The next room was covered in with plush toys, the walls covered with stuck on paintings she did at school and at home.

Feyre was still wearing her apron. Adelaide tutted, placing the camera on the desk and holding up a sleeping mini Feyre getting her out of the apron. She put her back to sleep and pulled the covers over her. Pressing a kiss to her forehead as well.

She looked at the camera.

“Can’t wait till they grow up. Hopefully they won’t turn out like me or Randolph. Oh Lord just let them be happy. Especially Nesta. I overheard her telling her teddy that “Daddy doesn’t love her,” I hope she finds someone who does. Who chooses her and keeps on choosing her every day. And this one-” she stroked Feyre, “she should get out from behind that easel every once in a while, just like how Elain needs someone who will be gentle with her as she is gentle with her flowers. I’ll probably show this video to my grandkids, embarrass their mums.” She laughed at the thought.

A door opened and shut.

“Randolph’s here. Let’s find out where he’s been. So bye future and old me and Nesta, Elain and Feyre. I love all of you.”

The video clicked off.

Nesta was toying with her ring. Tears slipping down her face as she knew it was slipping down Elain and Feyre’s. Her mum would have loved Cassian. Well, maybe not at first but…yes she really would have. She smiled at her sisters. Not being able to say anything.

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She had showed Cassian, obviously.

And he’d…well.

He was a fan of their mother.

And then she’d started crying,

“Baby, are you ok?”

“I miss her.”

“well couldn’t we get all those pictures she was talking about in the video and bring it here.”

She hadn’t thought of that, “But the house is in Verona.”

“Book tickets for us tomorrow so we can go the day after.”

She paused for a minute then squealed,

“Baby, baby!! You are the best.” She kissed him deeply.

She broke away smiling mischievously down at him.

“Can we take the yacht?”

She squealed again kissing him even deeper.

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Each Eye (1/8)

Kylo was the most feared boss in the entirety of New York City. They said that the crime families were no more, that they had disappeared with the end of an era. You knew it wasn’t true, you saw first hand. The families didn’t disappear, they simply went underground, adapted.

Lucky for you, your man, and your family, no one could ever get rid of crime. Not really.

Mobster AU Kylo Ren x Reader

Word count: 6k ; Warnings: Gun violence, language, mildly n*fw lol

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If there was one thing that would never change about New York City, it was the traffic.

Kylo checked his watch for the third time in the past five minutes, a tick that made you smile. He held such a high respect for punctuality, it was one of the many things you admired about your man.

“We’re going to get there on time.” You said softly, pressing a calming kiss to his cheek.

He quickly turned his head to steal a kiss from your lips before sighing and gazing out the window. It was raining. Why was it always raining these days? You decided that the first day it was sunny, you’d make Kylo take you into the park, or to the beach.

The two of you were seated in the back of Kylo’s shiny black Bentley as you were driven to the restaurant. Kylo had you pressed against him, his arm slung across your shoulders. You held the hand that caressed your shoulder, gave it an affectionate squeeze.

Today was a big day, the annual meeting of the families.

It had to go well, it simply had to.

No more shootouts in broad daylight, no more bodies in rivers, no…the families couldn’t keep that up, not with everyone getting busted by snooping detectives or the last good cop in the city taking it upon himself to rid the streets of crime.

Lucky for you, your man, and your family, no one could ever get rid of crime. Not really.

Your driver, a small timid man by the name of Dopheld, finally managed to get you out of the traffic, and was now speedily heading towards the restaurant through back roads and shortcuts that few people knew.

Kylo checked his watch.

Kylo and his KoR had taken over the Organa crime family years ago, nearly ten years ago. He had changed his name at the end of the era, rebranded himself and his crew. When he started, he was just an errand boy for his father, smuggling drugs and guns to whoever was the highest bidder – and now he controlled all of Queens, and half of Manhattan. Where he had been a gangly twenty-five year old, all too long limbs and big ears, now he was impossibly broad and strong, had more kills under his belt than anyone else in the family, even more than Anakin had.

Before he had been alone, and now he had you. Out of everything, he considers that his biggest accomplishment.

And had you he did, you thought with another gentle smile, tucking some of his long hair behind his ear, kissing the spot where his jaw met his neck. You wished he would smile more, you loved his dimples. But this was not an evening for smiles, you knew that.

Still, you pressed sweet clothed mouthed kisses along his cheek and neck. His free hand squeezed at your knee.

He didn’t like you too far away from him, never too far. He brought you along to every meeting, every dinner. You went with him on every trip, whether it was to the office or the shops downtown. The only time you were more than two feet away from him was when he had to hunt someone down and cut their head off; he liked you to stay home for that (but sometimes you went with him anyway).

The car slowed down to a stop outside the restaurant, John’s of 12th Street. It was one of the only neutral places left to meet, and so the families had all decided on meeting there nearly ninety years ago, when Kylo’s grandfather had been an errand boy himself. A beautiful old Italian restaurant that had the same candles burning as they had during Prohibition, seemingly untouched by time.

“We’ve arrived.” Dopheld said, glancing at you and Kylo through the rear-view mirror.

Dopheld had been your driver since he had gotten his license four years ago. It was important to have a good driver, you thought.

“Right on time.” Kylo said, checking his watch and getting out of the car.

“My pleasure, sir – I’ll wait here, ma’am?” Dopheld asked you, once Kylo was out of earshot.

“Yes please Dopheld, thank you.” You gave him a warm smile, and waited for your door to be opened.

Behind you, another car pulled up and came to a halt. You turned around and waved to the other driver, another boy named Thannison, who became the second driver around the same time Dopheld did. That car contained Knuckles and Slip, your two favorite KoR guys.

The families all met, yes, but no one showed up without some of their guys.

Thanisson waved back, and Knuckles and Slip were out of the car and making their way towards yours with restrained ease. Slip opened the door and Kylo was right there to sling an arm around your waist, a valet boy holding an umbrella over the both of your heads as you made the few steps across the pavement to the cover of the awning. The waitstaff at John’s knew your importance, knew Kylo’s, even if no one technically overlooked this part of town.

Kylo tipped the boy and he disappeared, off to deal with someone else.

The restaurant was busy, as it always was for a Friday night. It was an intimate little place, been open over a hundred years, had seen some of the craziest shit there was. They had candles burning that they first lit to celebrate the end of Prohibition, a shrine of wax that was older than you were.

Rey was waiting near the candles, as she always was. She looked good, well fitting black dress and Louboutins. That was practically the family uniform – Kylo wore his black tuxedo and Louboutin dress shoes, the KoR were dressed similarly. Not as nice.

You were a vision in red, as Kylo said.

Rey wasn’t happy, but then again, she never was.

“You’re late.” She said when the two of you approached.

“I’m on time.” Kylo replied without bothering to roll his eyes.

“Barely.” Rey scoffed, rolling hers.

“There was traffic.” Kylo said just to shut her up.

“There’s always traffic.” Rey shot back, before leaning in to kiss you on the cheek, “Hi (Y/N).”

“Hi Rey, is anyone else here?” You asked, taking a glass of champagne that was offered to you by a waiter who was making the rounds.

Rey took a glass as well, and the two of you clinked them together softly before downing a sip.

“Of course not, there’s still half an hour.” She said easily, making Kylo’s frown twitch.

“So what the fuck are you on my case for about being late?” He grumbled, always the grouch.

“You’re my brother, it’s my job.” Rey said, taking another sip and giving him a sarcastic smile.

“Funny, I thought your job was to take care of Midtown.” He said offhandedly.

“I am taking care of Midtown.” Rey frowned, not liking what he was insinuating one bit.

You sipped your champagne.

“Then why the fuck am I getting calls saying it’s chaos down there?” Kylo asked, voice low.

“Bullshit, who’s calling you?” Rey’s frown deepened, “Why’s this the first I’m hearing of it?”

“We’ll talk about this later, we have bigger things to deal with today and I need you on your best behavior.” Kylo sighed, already tired of this. His hand on your waist balled into a fist and relaxed, did that a couple times just to stretch his fingers.

“I’m not the one who has a temper problem.” Rey muttered into her fluted glass.

“Is Gwen coming?” You asked, just to diffuse the situation. You wanted this to be a calm, peaceful evening, and getting Kylo wound up before the dinner had even really started was not something that would be good for anyone.

Pressed up against him like this, you could feel the gun he had hidden in his suspender holster. Hopefully he wouldn’t be using it tonight.

“Yeah, she should be here any minute.” Rey picked up what you were putting down, and let the subject drop. There’d be time to talk about Midtown later.

“Let’s go in, it looks better when we’re already settled.” You suggested, and Kylo was never one to disagree with you, so in you went.

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It wouldn’t do of course, to eat in public. Not with so many high profile criminals in attendance. No, instead you had a private room in the back, one that had been built and maintained explicitly for these annual dinners. Everyone had a seat, and every seat belonged to someone. No one ever changed spots – ever.

You were chatting with Knuckles and Slip while Kylo and Rey had a sibling quarrel when the door to the private room opened. In walked a tall muscular woman who you absolutely adored.

“Gwen!” You greeted your friend with a big smile, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek while still wrapped up in Kylo’s arm.

“Hey (Y/N), how are you sweetie?” Gwen asked.

She wasn’t just your friend, she was your cousin. She was flanked by some more of your cousins who were serving as her ‘guys,’ even though one look at Gwen and it was clear that she didn’t need any protecting.

Even before marrying Kylo, you had been a member of one of the largest and oldest crime families. You had never participated, not like Gwen did, but you were practically royalty in the underground crime world.

“I’m great, your hair looks amazing.” You reached up to touch her blonde locks that had been shorn into a close pixie.

“Thanks, I just had it cut. Hi Kylo, Rey.” Gwen greeted them, making Rey blush.

“Hey Gwen.” They both said back, although Rey said it a little softer than Kylo.

You suppressed a knowing smile as you met your sister in-law’s eyes.

“Are we the first ones?” Gwen asked, taking a glass of champagne.

No one could sit until everyone had arrived, it was the only polite thing to do, especially with such old members joining them. So everyone sipped their champagne, ate hours d’oeurves as waiters brought them around on platters.

“Yeah, but they’ll be here.” You replied.

“Who else is coming?” She asked, just out of curiosity.

Gwen was one of two new heads that would be joining the dinner. She had taken over for your uncle after his passing a few months ago, and had done quite well. She was taking this dinner deadly serious, which she should have – guns could be drawn at any time, for any reason.

“The usual, the Mandalorians, the Hutts, Uncle Lando, Tarkin, and Hux.” Kylo said, eyes darkening at the mention of the second newest head that would be joining.

“Hux?” Gwen asked with eyebrows raised.

It was an open secret that the man had murdered his own father to climb the ranks within his own family. Not to say that Brendol wasn’t deserving of it, but generally, patricide was viewed in poor taste, unless the father in question was a rat, like Kylo’s had been.

Brendol had been many things, but he was no rat, and many of the other families viewed Hux as a power-obsessed maniac. Probably because he was one.

“Well why not? We made peace with the Irish after the bullshit with Snoke ended.” Rey shrugged, making you sigh.

“He’s been talking a big game, wants to expand his territory.” You chimed in, resting your head on Kylo’s chest as his hand smoothed up your back to cup the nape of your neck.

“I’m sure he’ll bring it up tonight at some point, we’ll deal with it when it happens.” Kylo muttered, leaning down to kiss you softly.

Sometimes, kissing you was the only thing that stopped him from losing his patience.

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Slowly, more and more heads of family trickled in.

The first of which was Bob Fett, the head of the Mandalorian family. They orchestrated murders for the highest bidder, and they had never not delivered, not in the sixty years that Bob had been running things. He was well dressed, as they all were, and always well mannered. Manners were extremely important to the older heads, for they still lived in a world where there was a code among thieves.

“Mr. Ren, Miss Organa, how good to see you.” Bob kissed Rey’s hand, shook Kylo’s.

“Wonderful to see you too Mr. Fett, thank you for coming.” Rey greeted him as Kylo simply nodded.

“Of course! How’s your mother doing?” Bob asked, and Kylo’s grip on your neck twitched just a little bit.

“She’s well, thank you, how’s your hip?” Rey said quickly, steering the conversation away from Leia.

That would really set Kylo’s temper off.

“Oh you know, same shit different day. I’ve got an appointment to get it looked at tomorrow.” Bob said, before finally turning to you and kissing your hand, “And of course Mrs. Ren, how are you my dear?”

“I’m great, thank you for asking.” You greeted him.

You had always liked Bob, he was a greasy slimy sonofabitch, but he knew that. You always appreciated the men who were honest about what they were, who didn’t try and pretend it was something more glamorous than it was.

“You look stunning, as always.” He complimented you, letting go of your hand quickly. The last thing he wanted was Kylo to chop it off like he had done to too many others in the past.

“You’re too kind, thank you.” You said, putting your hand back on his chest.

“Where is my seat?” Bob joked, made the same joke that he had been making for the past forty years.

“The same place it always is, Mr. Fett. Care for a glass of wine?” You gave a genuine laugh at his joke, thinking he was funny in that way old men tried to be, and waving to one of the waiters.

“You know me so well.” Bob gave a gold-toothed grin and accepted the wine on his way to his seat.

Kylo’s Uncle Lando was the next to arrive, dressed in a bright purple suit and wearing a cape rather than a tuxedo jacket. Your face lit up at the sight of him, you appreciated that he never showed up in a boring old tux like the rest of these men.

Lando wasn’t really Kylo’s uncle, he was a business partner of Han for many years. But respect was given where respect was due, and well, you’d only ever been introduced to him as Uncle Lando. He was everyone’s uncle, always having something for everyone, always bringing gifts. His guys who followed him carried gifts now, began putting them on everyone’s place setting.

“Uncle Lando, you are looking stylish as ever.” You said as he kissed your hand, gave Kylo a hearty pat on the back.

“Thank you baby, I save my very best for occasions such as this.” Lando winked, before moving on to talk to Rey and Gwen.

Tarkin arrived next, and in that overly formal German way of his he only greeted everyone and immediately went to his seat. He was even older than Bob, so everyone let him get away with whatever he wanted.

It was exactly one minute until eight o’clock when Hux walked in. Kylo had been schmoozing with Bob and Lando and Gwen, and you had kept an eye out for shadows at the door.

“He’s here.” You said, a moment before it opened and Hux’s backlight form silenced the room.

It had been a year since you’d seen him last, since the whole debacle with Snoke. There had been rumors that Hux wasn’t happy, was planning some trouble – there was rumor he wasn’t going to show up tonight. Seeing him was good, it was a sign of good faith that he came.

“Mr. Hux, so glad you could make it.” Kylo gave him a clipped hello, extended his hand.

Hux looked at it for a moment before shaking it firmly.

“It’s the least I could do.” He replied, and you let out the smallest huff of a laugh, drawing his attention. “Hello Mrs. Ren, you’re looking exceptionally lovely this evening.”

He didn’t kiss your hand, you were certain Kylo would have broken his nose if he did.

“It’s good to see you Mr. Hux.” You said with a genuine smile, knowing how prickly your husband was likely to be.

“I’ve heard that there’s much you’d like to discuss tonight.” Kylo said, the entire room still as if it were empty.

Hux cleared his throat, disappointed that he hadn’t been the first one to bring it up.

“Yes, there is.” He said, taking a glass of wine from the waiter’s tray, “But there’ll be time for that later, for now I’m looking forward to some delicious veal.”

“Well you’re in luck, the veal here is out of this world.” Rey said, making Bob shake his head.

“John’s is good – but if you want the best, you come down to my place in the Bronx, it’ll blow your fuckin’ mind.” Bob winked.

“Watch out, I just might take you up on that.” Hux winked back with a forced smile that gave you the creeps.

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It was after eight, and one seat was still empty. The Hutts were, frankly, annoying. You didn’t like any of the entire family, not Jabba or his son Rotta, or any of the cousins and nephews and uncles that came along with them. Jabba had never missed a dinner, but his seat was empty.

Usually that meant the person was dead, but you hadn’t heard any news of the old man kicking the bucket.

Everyone turned to Kylo for what to do, and when he moved to his seat at the table, everyone followed.

It was like something out of a movie, the scene before you. There you all were, nine chairs arranged in a big circle around a white linen-clad table, in the middle of this candlelit room that hadn’t changed since the 1930s. Each head of the family had their support standing behind them, flanking their either side.

Kylo had you sit in his seat for the time being, as he remained standing. He lifted his champagne glass and cleared his throat.

“I’d like to make a toast, if I may.” He said, giving enough pause for each of the heads to lift their own glass. “Almost a hundred years ago our families found it in their hearts to put aside their differences for one night. In those years, the families have changed – some have gotten bigger, and some have sadly, gotten smaller – but the families remain, and our impact on the city remains. I would like to thank all of you for keeping the traditions alive by meeting together here for another year, let us look forward to a prosperous new decade before us.”

His toast was met with a round of happy agreements, and everyone drank to their health. You stood just long enough for Kylo to sit in his seat, and pull you flush against his side where you belonged.

“That was beautiful.” Lando said to Kylo from across the table, unfolding his napkin and tucking it into the collar of his shirt.

Kylo was about to reply when the door unceremoniously burst open, making all the bodyguards at the table draw their guns.

Everyone dropped their arms with a groan when they saw who had barged in unannounced and uninvited – it was none other than the heir to the Hutt empire himself, Rotta.

“Am I late?” He asked, his attempt at humor falling flatly.

“What are you doing here?” Tarkin asked, sneering at the sweaty little man who wasn’t even bothering to say ‘excuse me’ as he shoved his way past the waiters who were busy trying to refill everyone’s drinks and take orders. He was followed by two of his cousins, Leo and Kole.

“Jabba ain’t gonna be able to make it tonight, he sent me instead.” Rotta explained, making Kylo frown.

“What the hell do you mean he ain’t gonna be here, it’s the one night of the fucking year we all get together.” Bob threw a hand up in disbelief.

Rotta shrugged, knocked over a glass of wine accidentally on his way to his father’s seat.

“This is a new suit Rotta what the fuck are you doing?” Lando got up out of his seat quickly, yanked the napkin from his collar to try and wipe up the spilled wine with the aid of a few fast waiters who were nearby.

“Christ I’m sorry I don’t know what the fuck you want me to tell ya, he ain’t coming, he sent me instead. I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me here, trust me.” Rotta grunted, saying his hellos to everyone as he finally made it to the other side of the table and plopped down in his seat.

He said hello to everyone, except you, that is.

That fact did not go unnoticed, and just as when Hux walked in, the room fell silent as Rotta began drinking some wine without even so much as acknowledging you – something that Hux at the very least had the good sense to do.

It was deathly quiet aside from Rotta’s slurping of his wine, until the ignorant bliss wore off and he looked around in confusion at the change in atmosphere.

“…What?” he asked, licking the cabernet off his lips.

“I think you’re forgetting someone.” Kylo said, voice even and low. Dangerous.

Everyone held their breath.

Rotta squinted at you, like he didn’t recognize you.

And in fairness, maybe he didn’t. You hadn’t had many interactions with him, both you and Kylo preferred to deal with his father. Jabba was a sick bastard, but he at the very least had manners, something he clearly didn’t pass down to Rotta.

Still, it was well known that above anything else, you were to be treated with the utmost respect.

Rotta apparently hadn’t gotten the memo.

“Oh, pardon me, I didn’t realize we coulda brought our whores to dinner.” Rotta sneered, unfolding his napkin, “What’s your name sweetheart?”

Before anyone could even gasp at the insult, Kylo reached into his tux jacket and pulled his gun from the suspender holster, firing three shots directly into Rotta’s chest.

So much for keeping Kylo’s temper in place, you thought, as Rotta was knocked backwards from the force of the bullets. You were grateful that the room was soundproofed, and that there was a band playing in the main eating area.

All of a sudden, there was a flurry of movement. Rotta’s guys pulled their guns in the blink of an eye, torn between shooting and getting Rotta out of there. At the same time, you reached across Kylo’s chest to grab the second gun he kept on the other side of his suspender holster, held it evenly in their direction. Knuckles and Slip and Rey all had theirs drawn too.

Gwen, Hux, Tarkin, Bob, and Lando sipped their drinks.

“Get him out of here,” Kylo said to one of the Hutts, “And tell Jabba what happened.”

The Hutts knew how outnumbered they were, and decided to listen to Kylo. The second they grabbed Rotta and hauled him out through the back entrance so as to not cause any trouble, all the guns went away.

And to think you thought Hux was going to be the difficult part of this dinner.

Outside the room, you could hear beautiful Italian music playing from the live band, and you tried focusing on that, gave Kylo’s hand a squeeze under the table where no one would notice. You gave Rey a look, and she turned to the nearest person to strike up conversation.

“So, Uncle Lando, how’s the casino business treating you?” She started, letting the elderly man launch into a whole animated story like he was wont to do.

“It’s been wonderful, Cloud City has never been better...!”

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The food came, and soon conversation died down to a pleasant chatter between those who were seated next to each other. Dinner was delicious as usual, wine glasses were refilled and the mood lightened considerably once everyone had relaxed into their chairs.

It wasn’t until dessert and coffee arrived, that the conversation became all inclusive.

“Anyone been having any trouble with the cops lately?” Gwen asked, bringing it up to the table.

“Yeah as a fuckin’ matter of fact, we have.” Bob sighed, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

“You need help takin’ care of them?” You asked, making him smile and shake his head.

Your family, which was now represented by Gwen, was very close with the cops. They had crooked pigs in just about every precinct from here to Jersey; it’s what had helped them stay one step ahead all the time.

“That’s very kind of you Mrs. Ren but no thank you. Not yet, anyway. I think we’ve got a rat in the family.” He said, making everyone groan.

A rat was the worst fucking thing to have, everyone knew it.

“No kidding?” Rey asked with wide eyes, like such a thing were a scandal – because it was.

“No one has any fucking respect anymore, it’s ridiculous.” Tarkin muttered with a disappointed shake of his head.

“Do you have any idea who it might be?” You asked, your mind cycling through the members of the Mandalorian family, trying to think if you’d heard or seen anything suspicious.

“I got a couple ideas, but nothing too concrete yet. We’re workin’ on it.” Bob said, not unkindly. “But until we do, we’ve got to be extra fucking careful with all these cops crawling around.”

“Cops ain’t what they used to be.” Tarkin sighed sympathetically.

“Cops never used to be shit,” Lando scoffed, “I remember when you could pay off a man and he’d actually fucking help you out. These days it’s money, drugs, women, the whole fucking thing. It’s like they want to be in the family now, get pissy when we tell them no.”

“What’s worse are the politicians!” Bob agreed, and the whole table laughed. “I have to admit Mr. Hux, Mr. Ren, that it’s very nice seeing you sitting at this table together.” Bob said when the laughter died down naturally.

“Who says we can’t be civil?” Kylo said, breaking off a piece of tiramisu with his fork.

The elephant in the room was finally being addressed.

“Quite a few people, if I’m being honest.” Gwen piped up from where she and Rey had gotten very cozy over on their side of the table.

“I have no desire to break the peace we’ve managed to find…however rumor has it that Mr. Hux isn’t so inclined.” Kylo said calmly.

You were begging Kylo to stay calm, especially after Rotta. There would no doubt be trouble with Jabba, the last thing anyone needed was trouble with the Irish.

“I want Hell’s Kitchen.” Hux said, unprompted.

Well, Fuck.

“No you don’t.” You replied right away.

“My father ran Hell’s Kitchen for thirty years. My grandfather ran it for thirty years before that.” Hux continued, ignoring you.

“Forgive me for speaking ill of the dead, Mr. Hux, but your father ran it into the dirt. You remember what that place used to be? The squalor?” Rey brought up with a raised brow.

“I’m not my father.” Hux countered, his steely green eyes unwavering as he said, “And I’m not asking you.”

“Hell’s Kitchen is Rey’s, you damn well are asking her.” Lando laughed, in disbelief of this kid.

Hux was nearing forty, but everyone was a kid to Lando.

“Who gave it to her? You? Mr. Ren, I don’t have to tell you what it’s like to live up to a family name – ”

“No, you don’t.” Kylo cut him off, “You also don’t get to ask for things that aren’t yours.”

“But it is mine.” Hux frowned, getting annoyed.

You tried running the numbers in your head, tried seeing things from his point of view. Hux’s family controlled nearly all of Brooklyn, the Irish had always been settled there, for about as far back as Kylo’s grandfather had been settled in Queens. The fight for Hell’s Kitchen had been a losing one for a reason, there was too much bullshit that that territory had attached to it, it’s why no one wanted it in the first place. And these days, with it so close to squeaky clean Times Square and all the tourism, there was very little opportunity for back-door deals.

So why did he want it? It was so far out of his way, and Rey was managing things decently well.

“Hypothetically, what would you give for Hell’s Kitchen?” You asked, making Hux’s eyes snap to you.

“Pardon?” He asked, as if the question offended him.

“You don’t get something for nothing, you know that’s not how this works.” You said, not that you had any intention of giving him anything.

“I don’t think you understand me, Mr. Ren – ” Hux tried to ignore you once again, which really didn’t make Kylo any happier with the situation.

“I understand you perfectly well, Mr. Hux.” Kylo cut him off again, his hand curling into a fist under the table. “It isn’t going to happen, you will not change my mind. You have a very nicely sized chunk of the city; I wonder how you’re not busy enough as it is maintaining that. Are you bored? Is that it?”

“He’s hungry.” Gwen sucked her teeth, making Hux frown.

“Ms. Phasma – ” He started, but Gwen was having none of it.

“No, Mr. Hux, he’s is right, you have more than enough of the city to keep you busy and rich. Your eyes are bigger than your stomach, it’s stupid to want to take on more than you already have at present.” It might not have looked like it, but Gwen was a close friend of Hux’s, and it was evident only she could call him out on his bullshit like this and get away with it.

“Just because I am new to running things doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.” Hux reigned in his own temper, and sat calmly in his seat.

“No, it just means you don’t know how to do it the best. Not yet, anyway.” Tarkin piped up from his spot at the other end of the table.

The tips of Hux’s ears went red.

“Perhaps next year we can negotiate something.” Kylo said, as he signaled for his check.

He had had just about enough, you could tell by the way he was clenching his jaw.

“Perhaps.” Hux agreed through tight teeth of his own.

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“You know, once you start this…there ain’t any going back.” You said softly, hours later in bed.

The rain had picked up significantly, summer storms rolling across the night sky. The meeting hadn’t gone as well as either of you had hoped, and you could tell Hux had really gotten on Kylo’s nerves. The last thing anyone needed was a war with the Irish, not so soon after peace had been made with them. You could tell Kylo was stressed about it, could tell he needed some softness tonight.

It was dark in the bedroom, nothing but the flickering orange glow of a candle and the crack of lightning to illuminate the spacious master suite. You and Kylo were in your underwear, facing each other tucked up under the covers and merely a few inches apart. He never liked to be very far from you.

Kylo had his hand curled around yours under the blankets, gave it a squeeze. He was never very forthcoming with his more sentimental emotions, but you could tell a teasing mood when one was coming.

“Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?” He asked slowly, dark eyes glittering.

For all his posturing, he really did like a good challenge every now and again. You always were happy to give him one.

“You bet tough guy.” You grin, quirking an eyebrow, “What’re you gonna do about it?”

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson.” Kylo whispered, and you giggled just the tiniest bit.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, trying to play it cool even though he was already sliding his free hand under you to pull you flush against him.

“Yeah, get the fuck over here.” He said, as if you were miles away, as if you weren’t practically breathing in his air, sucking it straight from his throat.

“Nah, if you want me you gotta catch – ” You tried wiggling away, but he shot up almost as fast as the lightning outside your giant windows, wrapped both his arms around your middle and rolled over so you were pinned underneath him. “Kylo!”

You laughed and gasped at the way his hands pressed just under your ribcage where he knew you were ticklish.

You wrestled with him for a while, laughing and laughing, trying to get purchase on him back. He was too broad, made up of too much muscle for you to really do any damage. The bed was so big you probably could have rolled around and around and around, and still not fallen off the edge.

In the end, you managed to get him onto his back, straddling his hips.

He had the smallest hint of a smile, just the ghost of his dimples showing as he toyed with the waistband of your panties, lightly plucked at the elastic and watched as it snapped against your skin.

“I’m gonna start this shit, and I’m gonna see it through, okay?” He asked, so soft. Not a lot of people knew how sensitive he was, your Kylo.

“I’ll follow you anywhere, but I don’t gotta tell you that.” You smiled with kind eyes down at him, shimmied lightly in his hold as his hands smoothed their way up your sides.

He liked to look at you, just look. He was looking now.

“I don’t want you around for the mess.” He said, soothing circles on your hip.

“I’m no stranger to mess, honey.” You cupped his cheek, the one with the scar he hated so much.

You didn’t hate it, it was what brought you two together. You thought it made him look handsome.

He turned his face to kiss your wrist, kiss up your arm. He kissed all the way up until he was sitting up against the headboard, you still in his lap as he wound his arms tightly around you.

“I know,” He said, resting his head on your shoulder, just holding you, “But I don’t like the thought of you getting hurt.”

“You’d never let that happen.” You hummed, combed your fingers through his hair.

It never ceased to amaze you, how this giant man, the most feared in all of New York, could make himself so small when he was with you.

“You’re thinkin’ too much.” You whispered, grabbing Kylo’s hands and guiding them up to your tits.

He let out a deep breath, a longing sigh as he squeezed them, kneaded them in those big bear paws of his. He liked looking at you, but he liked touching you more, and he let those dark eyes of his slip closed as he leaned in to kiss you, facial hair tickling your chin, your cheeks.

You laughed against his lips as he bit and licked into your mouth, his hands coming up from your tits to hold your face gently, ever so gently. Those hands, which had strangled people, stabbed and shot them, drowned and punched and and and, those rough and calloused hands had never felt softer on your skin than when he held you so gently like this.

You pulled away just enough to blow out the candle, letting the night, and Kylo, envelop you completely.

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Good Omens : What if Shadwell had never enter the bookshop that day?

This is a little OS fanfic im which Shadwell has accepted Madame Tracy's money and even went to Newt rescue with her. Therephore, he never went to Aziraphale bookshop resulting his entrance in the portal and the fire. So how does thing goes in this setting?

Aziraphale had just tells the Metatron he was on his way and called Crowley. He was really suprise about how Crowley ended the call saying "Not a good time I have a friend over." ... What did that mean? Why would he had friends over at a time like this when the world was ending in a few hours and he had planned to go to Alpha Century?... Were they really a friend? Was it a way to tell him he wasn't his friend anymore after the bandstand fight and his multiple refusal to go off with him? Was he in danger?... All those questions were running around his head and he needed an awnser... The only way to have them is to go check himself.

So he tooks Agnes book and he was on his way... But just as he was opening the door he reminds of the portal... It was still open. The angel couldn't possibly leave it that way unsupervise it could be dangerous. The only way for it to close was that someone or something with enough power went inside it and as there was no way he ever goes back to Heaven, he add to think of something else... Something like... Yes exactly this!

He took a piece of old paper and write something on it with an as old ink. Then he trows the paper in the portal. The energy of the portal shatter it in thousend of pieces but the message on it rest intact and arrive perfectly at it's destination :

Count me out.

Three little words. Probably he scariest he had ever write but it was a relief to finally express them. He was now on his own but that didn't matter. Cause for the first time he was free and for the first time he aknowledge he wasn't alone. Well... If Crowley could forgive him this time.

A few minutes later he was at the Demon's flat and he catch him on his way out. He didn't had the time to knock that the door opened to revels a familiar face

Crowley : Angel!

Aziraphale : Hello dear! Everything is allright? our last call was a bit strange to me... Hope I'm not actually disrupting a friends reunion...

Crowley : Oh that? No don't worry it was just Ligur and Hastur being their usual assholes selves I took care of them.

Aziraphale : What?! Hell sended them to get you?! Did they hurt you?! Hownyou allright?!

Crowley : Relax Angel everything is just fine. Ligur got a taste of the Holy water you gave me in 1967 and Hastur is having a blast in my message recorder tape.

Aziraphale : Oh... Ok... anyway I wanted to apologies, I lied to you about the Antechrist, I know where it is and it was so foolish of me cause you were absolutly there is no one to reach out to up there. She didn't even take my call I only had the Metatron and he is as pro armageddon than all the others Archangels, nothing else never mattered to them, not the humans, nor the earth, nor anything else in the whole creation... Nor even me, but thats not really a shocker.

Crowley : I'm sorry to hear that. All of that really matter to me though youvknow that right?

Aziraphale : Really? Even me? After all I did to you?

Crowley : Espetially you angel. You have nothing to apologise for I swear. In fact I'm the one who own you an apologie. I should have been more comprehensive of what you were getting trough... I putted you in probably the biggest loyalty conflict ever and then harass you to choose me and give up when I know how much this world mean to you... You're a guardian afterall... Very sorry for that.

Aziraphale : Well everything is tickety-boo now! After my chat with the Metatron I message Heaven to count me out so there is no conflict anymore. In fact I think that in my heart there never was. (He smile after the last line. It is the sweetest, the purest and the quickest smile to ever exist).

There is a pause after that as they both need to fully realise was that mean. What this whole conversation means.

Crowley : Does that mean you changed your mind for Alpha Century?

Aziraphale : Well no. At least not before we try something to stop all that!

Crowley : Ok... What do you suggest? He got his full powers now he won't be that easy to stop.

Aziraphale : I know someone who might have just what we need.

Crowley : Really who?

Aziraphale : Sergent Shadwell, he is the commander of the humans I told you about the...

Crowley : The witchfinder army?

Aziraphale : Yes you know them?

Crowley : Well yeah those are my guys too!

Aziraphale : Seriously?! What an odd coïncidence... Anyway let go see him. We have to be quick tough if we wanna be able to get out of London.

Crowley : What do you mean?

Aziraphale take Agnes book and opens it to prophecy 4781 and show it to Crowley. The prophecy says :

Prophecy 4781 On the final day when the home of the Big Ben will be 3 hours late of their noon appointements, a ring of evil fire will trap the old smoke in it's center. Thou can all thank the snake for that (ok the last sentence I'm not sure Agnes would actually write that I just wanted to add it for the fun lol 🤣)

Crowley : Shit, shit, shit I had totally forgot about the M25 thing... Shit!

Aziraphale : Well no time to stop this part now so we gotta hurry. We only have half an hour to go search for a weapon and go out of London.

Crowley : A weapon you mean...

Aziraphale : Exactly. We don't have other options now. Not if he decide to go on with it.

Crowley : Ok.

Aziraphale : What?

Crowley : Nothing I'm just suprise this comes from you.

Aziraphale : Yeah me too.

They take the Bentley (of curse) and go too Shadwell apartment but find it empty of it's occupant. They enter regardless (no time to wait) and take the weapon (the same they tok on the show I don't remember the name). When they are out they only got 10 minutes left before the M25 cast in fire so Aziraphale doesn't mind Crowley speed at all. He does miracle the Bentley to be gost like so he doesn't hit anything on the way. Crowley finds it funny and take advantage of it to show his angel how fast the Bentley can really go and he is extremly happy about it. When they finnaly go out he break as a reflex after all the adrenaline and thats when the fire rings light up. Crowley looks back and say :

Crowley : Wow... It worked! Shit... You imagine being stuck in this like an idiot? 🤣🤣🤣

Crowley starts driving again and they arrive in Taddefield american airbase in advance for Armageddon despite having to ask directions to a nice old man. The Horsepeople are already there, but not the Them. Not the Antechrist.

Aziraphale was going to talk to the security guard who was waithing for their explanations when suddently the Bentley cast in fire and explode to ashes and everyone turns to look at the pile of burning metals.

Crowley : MY CAR!!!!!... 90 years without a single crash and now this!!! How?! What?! Who?!

An evil form gets out of the shadow smiling better than it never had. With it's hidious dark grey-green raincoat and a literraly frog on his head he was immediatly recognisable.

Crowley : Hastur. How was your time in my message tape?

Hastur : Not fun. But not as not fun as will be the rest of your existance. (He add this while smiling even better, eviler) Hell will...

Security guard (shacking, affraid and unconfident just like in the show) : Ok all of you stay right where you are and put your hands in the air! I will call backups and they'll take care of you! In the mean time if you dare move I swear I'll shoot you! Starting by you red hair guy with the explosive car!

Hastur had no time for humans bullshit and cast the human to a painfull instant combustion in the horrored eyes of the angel and the other demon. The frog then return to the matter that had him here to begin with.

Hastur : I hate to be interrupted... Now where was I... Oh yeah! Hell will not forgive, Hell will not forget and you know it Crawly. The great war and our victory won't clear your record. From now on the only being to interact with you will be me and trust me it won't be the pleasent kind of interractions for you I'll make sure of that.

Crowley : Oh I trust you on that all right... Come get me then.

He had said that provocativly and was now slowly stepping back has Hastur was slowly stepping foward, his eyes lock with his preys'' waiting for the moment to strike. Aziraphale was between them and he steps in the way to block Hastur's path.

Hastur : Stay out of this sunshine this is an Hellish matter. Your time will come soon enough.

Aziraphale : Is it really? An Hellish matter Inkean cause I am very suprise that your boss sended two of their dukes to catch a renegate so close to armageddon... Aren't you suppose to get your plattons ready for the fight right now?

Hastur : Well,... Yes but Michaël called Ligur to tell us about Crowley not being trustworthy and we never liked the guy so we took the initiative to go catch him before he do more damage. It was a buissness initiative but now he destroyed Ligur wih Holy water right in front of me, trap me in his stupid machine and nownI'm seeing him with you, an angel! So this is personnal.

Aziraphale : A secret personnal initiative?... Oh dear.. I don't know how things work down there but if an angel had did that kind of initiative so close to armageddon they would be in a lot of trouble... Espetially if that said initiative had cause the lost of one of their greatest warrior... I don't think they could ever leave that unpunished... But if Hell is cool with that...

Hastur (laughing badly) : You think you can scare me that way? 🤣 I'm not stupid! Inknow hownHell work sweetie. And the is that if I don't even get this traitor snake back as an apologie present that things will be bad for me. So good try, but now move!

Aziraphale : Or what?

Hastur cast a fireball in his hand and show it to the angel as a reminder : What he did to the human, he could do it to the angel.

Aziraphale : Oh please, thats all you got?

Aziraphale open his wings and "power up" (hope I am clear here 😅) resulting in the extinction of Hastur Fireball. This time it was Hastur who back away as Aziraphale step foward.

Aziraphale : My previous logic wasn't scary enough, ok... How about this one : (his voice was deeper, stronger, but always stays clam) If you back in Hell right now without Crowley and take your position as you should have never leave it to begin with, you migth not be that badly hurt. I mean Before Heaven cruchs you all of curse. Am I clear?

Hastur (Terrified but tried to hide it) : I guess this can wait after the war... I'll go now but Crowley, don't think it mean you'll get out of it cause when we'll won, you'll see that the Universe is not that big compare to the eternity I'll have to find you treat you has you deserve!

On those enlighting words, Hastur sink down to Hell and Aziraphale release a relief breath. Not that he had been scare of Hastur, no. He was releave that he didn't had to actually hurt him for him to go. He hated display of violence and would never do any unless extreme necessity.

Crowley (he had run to his angel sides) : Angel you're allright?

Aziraphale : Of curse dear. I'm a Principality and he a Duke of Hell. In a one/one combat based on brut power he didn't stand a chance against me. He is not stupid he knows it too thats why he left when he saw he couldn't scare me.

Crowley : Sure thing. He's right though, I can't get out of it... If your lot win they gonna chase me down cause they want to destroy all demons, if we stop armageddon for happening Hastur and probably other demons will also chase me down to punish me and if my lot win, they will alo chase you for being an angel. There is no alternative where I'm left alone.

Aziraphale : Yes thats true. But either way I'll be with you. We'll be together. I won't let you alone in this. And I know you won't leave me alone either. So let go in there and see how things turns out cause I'm extremly tire to play "guess what will happen if..." all the time.

Crowley : Angel... Sorry but I can't help it...

Crowley rushs into Aziraphales' arms and hug him for the first time ever. Aziraphale was shock for a second but then he took his wings that was still out and cover his dearest demon in it as a shelter and a promise : He will always be there for him.

The hug was interrupted by the arrival of the Them who enter in the airbase. After that everything that happened is exactly as the show... Or is it?

#Good Omens #Fanfiction #OS #please be indulgent this is like a draft 😅#hope you enjoy #what if?

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cruecifymesixx · 4 years

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Love and Leather /part fifty nine/

Word Count: 7k

A/N: in honor of Mötley Crüe rising from the dead, we’re getting closer to what everyone has been so patient for! Enjoy! I’m pairing ‘You Give Love a Bad Name’ from the playlist with this chapter.

Warnings: Language, angst, Vanity having a mental breakdown in therapy

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-April, 17th, 1995-

*Vanity’s POV*

I walked through the doors, a security guard opening them up for me prior, “Welcome, Miss Blackwood. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

I looked over at him, “Trying to save money.” I said with a wink as he let out a laugh. I was currently out shopping while Arianna was at school still. I was trying to find ways to keep me busy and out of trouble while Clementine was out of town. Who needed therapy when sliding my credit cards gave me the same relaxation?

Tommy had finally grew some hair on his balls and asked Clementine to be his girlfriend and that train is moving at full speed. So, in Tommy Lee fashion he had already whisked her off to California to meet his family and of course, meet the band. I wasn’t too excited about that part.

*Flashback, Vanity’s POV*

“So Tommy asked me to come to California this weekend.” Clementine said as I stopped mid bite to stare at her. I swallowed before reaching for my water.

“Already? It hasn’t even been a month..” I trailed off as she nodded.

“Yeah, I know that. But, I’ve never been to California and I think it would be fun. He wants to introduce his parents to me.”

I chuckled, “Has he took you ring shopping yet?”

Clementine rolled her eyes at me, “Fuck off, we’re going slow.” I laughed before I continued eating.

“His parents are cool and so is Athena. I’ve met them a few times. Athena is with what’s his face. He was in Scorpions.” I pointed out as Clementine nodded.

She was quiet for a moment before she looked over at me, “He also wants to introduce me to the band...”

I stared at her for what felt like forever, “The band? What band?” I got up and threw away my food as I wasn’t hungry anymore.

She chuckled, “Vanity, I’ll tell Tommy I’m not ready to meet them yet. He mentioned something about Nikki wanting to throw a BBQ and have us and everyone else over.”

I frowned, “No, no. It’s okay. Tommy wants you too so you should.” I shrugged.

“Just uh-“ I cleared my throat, “Don’t say anything about me or Arianna, or knowing us or just anything. I know you know that already, but still.”

She nodded and reached across the table to hold my hand for a brief second, “I know that. Please, with everything I’ve heard from you and Tommy, I already can’t stand the guy.”

I shook my head with a little smirk on my lips, “Form your own opinion of him. Nikki Sixx is a nice guy when he wants to be.”

*End flashback*

So, they arrived in California yesterday and were going to my old house later today to meet everyone. I’m not worried about anything I know Clementine would never, ever say anything. And I’m not worried about Tommy either. I mean, I know he’s internally combusting due to having to keep it to himself, but I also trust Tommy to not say anything either.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a burgundy dress that had a slit going up the side of it and had golden gemstones trailing along the hem of the bust line. I walked over to it, reaching out for it as it looked just like my size. When I grabbed it, I saw a manicured hand reaching for it as well, “I saw it first.” I stared at the ring on her finger before looking at her, feeling my blood turn to molten lava as it rushed through me. I felt my heart beat in my ears as I continued to look at her.

“Oh really? Because my hand is- Oh! Vanity! You do live!” Brandi cackled as she tried tugging the dress out of my hand.

I gripped the dress a tad hard as I spoke through gritted teeth, “Yeah, I live. Now give me my dress.”

Brandi brushed a piece of hair out of her face, “It isn’t yours. You haven’t even bought it yet.” She tugged again, this time pulling me along with her.

“Oh, by the way, thanks for the few dresses you left behind. They fit me really well.” She taunted as I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, you’re welcome. I bet it feels nice to wear things outside of your budget since playboy didn’t work out.” I pulled on the dress, careful to not rip the delicate fabric.

She laughed in my face, “Oh don’t worry about that. Marrying Nikki made up for it. You know, something you never got to do.”

“Is that a diamond? I can’t tell with how small it is. Mine was way bigger than that.” I smirked, poking fun at her wedding ring as she let out a scoff.

“I’m sure I could easily get a bigger one with his credit card.”

I frowned, what a fucking cunt.

“He’s not...He isn’t your personal bank Brandi. Give me the fucking dress.” I tugged on it as she came towards me this time, “Hope you’re enjoying my sloppy seconds you stupid whore.”

She let out a laugh, “Oh, I’ve been enjoying redecorating that house of yours. You have a very tacky taste.” She rolled her eyes, “There’s plenty of other dresses your precious little oil money can buy you.”

“That house is beautiful and my taste is clearly good enough for you to come in and steal Nikki from me.” I pulled on the dress more roughly, watching her stumble over her own heels.

She tugged it back, “Well, I tried to get a new house but he cried like a little bitch every time about it being your house.”

“Because it is MY house! Just like how that’s MY bed.”

Brandi shook her head, a proud smirk on her lips, “I don’t see you getting fucked in it.”

I was seeing red by this point, “Fuck you. Give me the god damn dress!” I pulled on it, starting to walk away as I dragged her through the store with me.

“Could’ve at least-“ she muttered, pulling on it and making me stop, “At least sent your mutt back if he knew where you lived.”

I turned around, glaring “If you do anything to my dog Brandi, I swear I will kill you.”

She chuckled, “Don’t worry sweetie, Nikki won’t let me get rid of her. I’ve already tried.”

I shook my head, feeling angry tears beginning to bubble to the surface, “Brandi, please just let me have the dress. You’ve already taken everything from me.”

I saw her expression change, “He has no idea you’re here, does he?” She questioned, almost with a surprised tone in her voice.

I stared, “I’m...I’m just visiting.”

“So, you’ve seen Tommy?” She questioned, eyebrow raised as I shook my head, “You and this chick are the reason he flies out here all the time. Honey, he’s already checked all of California and Texas. I’m sure he would love to know where’ve you been hiding the last little while.”

I felt my bottom lip tremble, “Brandi, please don’t tell him. I...I don’t want him. You can have him.”

If I didn’t get out of this store soon I was going to have a full on meltdown. I felt like my heart was going to beat straight out my chest.

Brandi chuckled, “Don’t worry Vanity. I know he still loves you, it’s pathetic really. But I don’t want divorce papers so I’ll pretend I never saw you, if you let go of this dress.”

“I don’t- I don’t want him back! Just give me the dress! You’ve already ruined my life and this is how you repay me!” I tugged on it as Brandi let go of it and caused me to bump into a glass vase holding flowers. It fell off the table and to the marble flooring, completely shattering all over.

“Oops.”

I glared at her, “You stupid homewrecking cunt!” I groaned when the security guard from earlier came over, “Yeah, I’m going to pay for it.”

He glances between us, “Both of you leave before I decide it was the both of you who made the mess.”

I rolled my eyes, “Can I at least pay for this first so this rat doesn’t have it?” I asked him sweetly as he nodded with a smile, “Yes, of course Miss Blackwood.”

I smiled at Brandi before going to pay for the dress. They folded it up in tissue paper before putting it in a black bag. I thanked them before walking out the door. I could feel Brandi following me by the the sounds of her heels clicking against the sidewalk at a rapid pace, and cause of the steam she was blowing off.

“What? Nothing better to do?” I said with a snarky laugh as I unlocked my car and put the bag inside.

“You are such a bitch. No wonder why Nikki wanted me over you.”

I quickly turned around as she took a step back away from me, “We were fucking happy!!” I shouted at her as she rolled her eyes.

“But we’re you really though?” She smirked, fumbling with her purse as she got her keys out, “Cause if so, he wouldn’t have been fucking me in the shower for you to see.”

I stared at her, holding my keys in my fist, “Piss off Brandi!”

“It was nice seeing you again, Vanity. I had a fun time catching up.” She laughed before turning her back to me and walking to her Bentley. It took everything in my being not to attack her from behind. I watched as she drove away from me as I got into my car, slamming the door shut.

I sat in silence for a moment, before I started hitting the steering wheel to let out my frustrations. I raked my nails through my hair as I began to cry. I couldn’t catch my god damn breath.

“Fuck...” I croaked out, clutching my chest as I leaned back into the seat.

I need to call Jason.

*a week later, Vanity’s POV*

I watched the rain droplets hit the windshield as I listened to a loud crack of thunder rumble above me. I sighed and looked towards the therapist office doors before leaning my head against the steering wheel. I had made an appointment for today last week. The whole Brandi showing up here has successfully gotten under my skin. I really tried to not let it bother me but that stupid Skank got the better of me. Go figure.

I peered over my shoulders and out the windows, checking to see if anyone was around the parking lot with me. Everyone seemed occupied and didn’t care enough what I was doing. I quickly dug out the small baggie in my front pocket jason had given me early this morning. I groaned, I was already almost out and I wouldn’t see Jason for a few days since he would be out of town. I shook it off and dumped the remaining bit on the center console, I had enough for maybe two lines. My fingers trembled over a twenty I had in the cup holder as I rolled it into a make shift straw before snorting it.

I rubbed my nose before looking at the time. Shit, I was gonna be late regardless if I was sitting in the parking lot or not. I wiped off the residue before grabbing my purse and a umbrella as I stepped out of the car and went to the doors.

I closed the umbrella as I stepped into one of the office doors, hearing the faint tranquil music again. Hey, they got a new water feature this time. I stepped up to the window and signed in on the sheet.

I sat down, holding my purse in my lap as I popped a gum bubble. I wasn’t too excited about having to be here together. But, I figure the responsible thing to do was talk about it and not disappear for a whole day while I drown my sorrows in blow and alcohol. One step at a time, I guess.

Just, the thing about Brandi is she isn’t even remorseful for what she did to me. Practically ruined my whole entire life. Not saying having Arianna ruined my life, she makes it so much better. But maybe this is just how the world works sometimes? Maybe this was how it was supposed to be all along.

“Vanity Blackwood?”

I smiled at the nurse as I followed her to the back, “How are you?” I asked as she looked over my shoulder.

“Great, thanks for asking.” She said in a fake cheery voice as I rolled my eyes, “Dr. Watson will be with you shortly.” I nodded as I went into her office and sat down on the couch. She had jelly beans in a crystal dish this time. I picked out the blue ones and popped them into my mouth.

I let out a huff as I waited patiently. I looked up at the clock on the wall, Arianna would be out of preschool in about two hours. Maybe I should get some food after this, I haven’t ate today and I think I probably should.

There was a knock on the door and then Dr. Watson came in, “Hello Vanity.” She extended her hand as I shook it with a smile. She sat down across from me as I leaned back into the couch.

“Surprised to see me?” I questioned as she let out a chuckle, “No, I knew you would come back to therapy when you were ready, not when someone had asked you to go.”

I sniffled and rubbed my nose, “Yeah, I figured now would be a good time to come.”

She put on her glasses as she pulled out some papers, “Are those from last time? You keep them?”

She nodded, “Yes, in your patient folder. It’s a nice way to see the progress if there is any. So, what brings you in today?”

I chuckled a bit, “Well, I don’t know really. I just wanted to talk to someone.” I explained as she waited for me to continue, “So I wouldn’t like disappear again and come home extremely intoxicated.”

She chewed on her pen as she examined me with her eyes, “What about now? Are you intoxicated? You’re quite fidgety.” She pointed to my fingers that were tapping against the fabric of the couch.

I licked my bottom lip, “Uh, no. Just a habit.” I chuckled nervously as she jotted something down.

“Okay, well how is the drug use?” She questioned as I frowned.

“I Uh...-“ I cleared my throat, “I’m still using, but really only when I’m with Jason.”

She nodded, “And how many times a week are you with Jason?” I shrugged, “I dunno, like every other day. He’s been staying the night at my house sometimes.”

“Are you two serious now?” I shook my head, “Well, how come?”

“I don’t want him to be my boyfriend.” I bluntly said as she seemed to be confused, “I can sleep with a guy and he doesn’t have to be my boyfriend. It’s a casual thing.” I shrugged, reaching for more jelly beans.

Lilian took off her glasses and rubbed them against her blouse, “Well, I know you didn’t come here to talk about Jason. So what do you want to talk about Vanity?” She asked, smiling at me as I chewed on my bottom lip.

“Okay, last week I went shopping and I ran into Brandi. And we got into a verbal argument and then she followed me to my car and continued arguing with me.”

“Whose Brandi?”

I sighed, “Nikki’s mistress or wife or whatever the hell you want to call her.” I watched as she picked up her pen and jotted that down on the paper.

“The Nikki you didn’t want to talk about it I remember it correctly?” She questioned as I nodded.

“We um...we can talk about him.” It was like ripping off the bandage on a wound that wasn’t fully healed yet.

“Only if you want too.” She gave me a reassuring smile as I nodded.

I sat in silence as I stared at her for a solid minute. I chewed on my bottom lip as every memory that I’ve chosen to block out flooded back into my head. I felt a lump in the back of my throat, and boy was I fucking suffocating on it. Was all of this because of him? Me being pregnant and not being able to deal with it properly? Basically hiding away all the emotions so I could raise my daughter, our daughter?

“How about we talk about the argument first?” She suggested as I sucked in a fresh of breath air.

“She um, she wanted a dress I already had my hands on and she was just saying mean stuff I guess. Stuff like, ‘oh guess you should be use to me taking what’s yours’. Just petty bullshit like that, which usually wouldn’t get under my skin but it did. Then she threatened to tell Nikki where I was and I’m scared he’s just gonna show up here.”

“Why are you scared of him showing up? Are you scared of Nikki?” She questioned, her voice sounding concerned.

I quickly shook my head, “No, god no I’m not scared of Nikki himself. I just know Nikki, and I know how upset he would be with me and how he would react.”

“Upset over you not telling him he has a child?” I nodded in agreement, “He would hate me. He would be so devastated.”

“How do you know Nikki would hate you?” I shrugged, “I just know.”

“Well, how did you react to the argument?”

“I wanted to grab her by her fucking pencil neck and snap it. I wanted to bash her head into my windshield. I wanted to hurt her, really, really badly.”

Lilian looked concerned and mildly terrified, “But I didn’t. I stayed calm. Yeah sure I argued back, but I didn’t do anything to her.”

She grabbed her cup of coffee and took a sip before she decided to speak again, “Can we talk about Nikki again?”

I sighed, “Sure. Nikki, Uh...Nikki and I started off as friends who ended up sleeping with each other. Nikki caught feeling before I did. Uh, I don’t know? He got sober after dying for like a few minutes and then we got together. Nothing to special about us...or what use to be us.”

“He died? And then got sober?” I nodded, “Yeah, he’s a heroin junkie, or was one. He and his band mates went to rehab for a year.”

“Band mates?” I chuckled, “You know...band mates. He’s in a band. Um, Nikki Sixx? He plays the bass in-“

“Mötley Crüe.” She said with a smile as I nodded.

“Well, your breakup was quite publicized. So now it makes sense to me. That’s why you left California because you were pregnant. Huh.” She let out a huff as she wrote some things down.

“Are you judging me now?” I asked, my voice becoming timid as she gave me a smile and shook her head.

“Of course not. I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to help.” I nodded as I reached for another handful of candy.

She continued, “Can you tell me about your relationship with Nikki? You said he had feelings for you first?”

“Yeah, he did. I denied mine for a long time. I mean, it took him dying for me to tell him because I was so scared of a life without him. Before he was sober, we were always fighting, arguing, bickering. All of it. We were constantly at each other’s throat. We weren’t healthy for one another at that time. We’d make each other mad on purpose. But if anyone tried talking like that to either him or myself, we’d protect one another. We always had each other’s back.”

“I didn’t take him serious half the time when he’d tell me how he felt about me because he was always high, constantly sneaking away to go shoot up. I can’t tell you how many times I had to get him ready before his concert because he was so out of it. Plus, he’s a rockstar. He didn’t need a girlfriend at the the time holding him back. I knew the whole time what I meant to him.”

“And after he became sober?” She butted in as I looked at her.

I chuckled, “Nik was a total different person. He was more level headed and calm to approach. He was happier too. He made better choices about every aspect in his life. The music sounded better too. He was the man I knew he could be. He had bought a house for us in Hidden Hills. Beautiful, marvelous house. It was my dream home and he got it just for me. He got me a dog, her name is Anarchy. I think she’s six now? Sure, we still argued a bit but it was nothing like before. We weren’t screaming and we weren’t about to rip each other’s hair out. We were in love.”

I felt that itch in the back of my throat again, it was tightening around me like a vise, “He dealt with my crabby grandparents when they completely tore him to shreds when I took him to meet them in Texas. I knew Nikki wouldn’t of had a chance against them. I came home high on coke one time after a friends birthday party and I brought drugs into the house that same night. I wish I didn’t do that. And he even tried being nice about it! But I was just a bitch to him! He stayed calm until I started pressing his buttons. I spent almost twenty thousand dollars of his own money shopping with his credit card all while bringing home a four hundred thousand dollar car. He always called me a spoiled brat but he’d say it while giving me a kiss and a smile.”

I frowned as I got up and went over to the water dispenser. I felt her eyes on me the entire time. I threw the cup away before coming to sit back down in front of her, “Okay, can you just tell me about Nikki? Nothing else. None of the fights, none of the bad things. Just Nikki.”

I gave her a weak nod, “Nikki, yeah…Nikki. He loves his music and he’s super talented when it comes to writing lyrics. He could write you a song in less then thirty minutes. Nikki just has this…this dominant, assertive presence about him. It’s not bad, it’s more of a ‘he knows what he wants and if you don’t give it to him he’s going to get it himself whether you like it or not’. But at the same time he’s extremely soft and very, very sensitive. He would do anything for the ones closest around him. He’s funny, charming, caring, he can either be your best friend or your worse enemy. It’s just all based off of how you treat him.”

I reached for some candy, “Or that’s how he was-“ I shrugged, “Sixx coulda changed. It’s been a while.”

I watched as she closed her notebook and put it on the table, “Now, tell me how Nikki was with you.” She retorted as the smile left my face.

“Oh, um.” I stared at her and twiddled with my thumbs, “I don’t know. It’s been so long.”

“Vanity.” Lilian said my name sternly, “Stop beating around the bush.” My lips parted in shock just a bit over her demand.

“Nikki, was uh..he was great. He was wonderful to me. I know others would think not due to our history and the fighting. But we never cared about their opinions. Wasn’t their relationship to deal with.”

“I was with Nikki, friends with Nikki for a good chunk of my life. We did everything together. He um…Nikki was my best friend.” I felt my eyes swell up with tears, “He was the love of my life. I can’t even begin to put into words how happy he made me, how happy we made each other. He didn’t give a shit that I was some billionaire princess who knew nothing about the real world and I didn’t care that he was a scared, drug induced guy running around the world playing a guitar for a living.” I wiped my face on my sleeve as I took a moment to collect my thoughts.

“Nikki did everything for me. He would’ve done anything to make me smile, to make me laugh, to make me feel safe. He could make me loose my breath with just one simple look. That smirk of his just fit so god damn perfectly on sculpted jaw, I fucking hated it. I couldn’t even be mad about it.”

“And then, how did it end? What happened?”

I shook my head, “We got engaged. He got me such a beautiful ring. It was perfect.” I sighed, “He was home on a break from touring for a little bit and I had found out I was pregnant and I came home and he was getting sucked off by Brandi.”

I let out a laugh, wiping a falling tear away from my cheek, “I fucking told him he should’ve just died when he overdosed. I had never felt that much anger before. For him to do that to me! When he’s suppose to be the fucking good guy after getting clean! He wasn’t suppose to fucking do that to me! We were suppose to be better!!” I shouted, getting worked up as she let me.

“We were finally going to be happy and be together! And after everything he put me through he goes and fucks some stupidly gorgeous playboy bunny?! And fucking marries her while I’m here taking care of his daughter!? And yeah! Save me the fucking rant, I know I should’ve told him but I didn’t! I couldn’t!”

Ever so calmly, “And why didn’t you?”

“Because I was fucking hurt!! Because Nikki fucking had my heart in the palm of his hands and fucking tore it to shreds!! I was heartbroken and I ran!! I couldn’t fucking look him in the eye and tell him he was gonna be a father! To know I had created a child with someone who would fucking do this! That would toss years and years of chasing each other around down the fucking drain! That the moment I got him finally I wouldn’t really be able to have him!”

“And the most fucked up thing about this all is, he tried to fucking fix it! He tried his god damn hardest to get me back home to him! He called every fucking day at least four times! Leaving voicemails on my moms answering machine! How much he loved me and how much he needs me!”

I rolled my eyes, “All the, ‘Doll, I love you. You know I love you. Please just come back home’ and all the ‘Princess, just let me fix it. I can fucking fix it if you let me.’” I mocked his stupid voice as I grabbed the tissue Lilian was handing over to me.

“He even wrote a dumb letter to me! I never read it. My mom sent it back to our house and then blocked his number the same day. I never heard anything else until Tommy came to New York.”

I wiped my nose, seeing blood on the tissue, “God damnit!” I yelled, snatching the box of tissues away from her hand as I plugged up my nose. Bloody noses have been happening a lot lately.

“Why would he fucking do this to me?! How could he even think about bringing another woman into our house?! He fucking had me! He had every part of me and he just threw me to the fucking side like I meant jack shit to him!” I cried, feeling hot and heavy tears stream down my face.

Lilian shifted in her chair, “I don’t know. I may have some answers but I don’t have them all. The only person that can tell you why is Nikki himself.”

“He already said he didn’t know.” I pointed out, “He said it when I left him standing in our driveway.”

“Vanity, I think you are dealing with something extremely traumatic. Even if it doesn’t seem that way to you. A breakup can alter the human body in ways we don’t understand. It can cause a change in appetite, it can quite frankly give you a broken heart. It changes the chemical balance in your brain too.”

“In a easier way to put it, your brain got a taste of a real, true, passionate love and now it doesn’t know what to do with itself without it. Hence the reason why you are addicted to cocaine and the reason why you are sitting across from me higher than a kite. The eyes never lie, Vanity.”

I took the bloody tissue out of my nose, “So what? My brain is broken because it isn’t getting any love? I have my friends and my daughter and my family. I know I’m loved.” I stared at her, tasting the saltiness from the corner of my mouth, “How do you fix me?”

She let out a chuckle, “I can only do so much. The rest is up to you, Vanity.” I stared at her as she took off her glasses and came to sit by me on the couch, “You don’t need to be fixed. You aren’t broken. I like to tell my patients that they are never truly broken, just tiny little pieces chip away from the hardness and the issues that come with life. But you, Vanity Blackwood are not broken. You’re caring, almost to a fault. You just radiate love and kindness. I want you to keep coming in, on your terms. I also want you to look at some drug abuse meetings.” She got off the couch and went over to the desk and grabbed a brochure.

“I’m sure with a few sessions and learning ways to cope with your traumatic events, you’ll be back to yourself. Cause this-“ she motioned to me as I frowned, “I’m sure isn’t you.”

I nodded as I dabbed my eyes with a tissue, “Thank you.”

She smiled, “No reason to thank me, I’m just doing my job. You take care of yourself, okay? Come and see me again.” I nodded as we walked to the door and she gave me a pat on the back.

I walked outside, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. The rain drenched me as I headed over to my car. I sat inside for a moment, resting my head against the steering wheel. I don’t know if I felt better getting all of that off my chest. I do know I feel like I got punched in the chest and my breath was taken from me.

*Nikki’s POV*

I stepped out of the shower, almost tripping over Anarchy as she was laying on the rug outside of the shower door, “Anna! Go on.” I nudged her as I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. She started walking around my legs, “Anarchy, would you quit it?” I nudged her again before patting the top of her head.

“Fuckin sick, man.” I mumbled to myself, as I checked myself out in the mirror. I had gotten a new tattoo on my sternum last month when I had gone to Japan with Tommy. It was a simple Kanji lettering, but it meant ‘free spirit’. The experience was pretty cool too.

My eyes drifted downwards to the cursive on my skin as I let out a deep sigh. I need to stop being a pussy and just get it covered. I shook it off before starting to brush my teeth. I looked down at Anarchy who gave me a sloppy, drool filled grin.

“Do you miss her?” I asked her, seeing her ears perk up as she ran out of the bathroom. I chuckled to myself before rinsing out my mouth. I started shaving, opting to leave the goatee I was trying to achieve. Never been one for facial hair, so I thought I would try it out.

I went through the drawers to look for a hair tie but couldn’t find one, I think Brandi has giant clips she uses for her. I opened up her drawer on her side of the sink and grabbed one. I furrowed my eyebrows seeing a little pink disk. My curiosity got the best of me as I opened it up to see little tiny white pills with dates on it. Today’s date was already popped out. Was this her birth control?

I tossed it on the counter and stared down at it. I’ve been trying to get her knocked up for the past four months now and nothing has happened. This didn’t make any sense to me. I ran my hand through my hair before I started acting out. Maybe this is an old prescription? But then again, why would she keep it? And it looks pretty new as we were only about a week or two into the month.

“Hey Brandi?!” I yelled for her, grabbing her birth control as I walked out of the bathroom, clutching it in the palm of my hand.

“Downstairs, babe!”

I don’t understand. If she wanted to start a family with me why was she still taking them? I was excited with the thought of being a father. A better one then what I had.

I walked down the stairs, seeing her lounging on the couch as she watched TV, “Hey handsome.” She smiled at me as I forced one back.

“What is this?” I questioned, holding up the pills as she stared at me, her eyes flicking back and forth between the pills and me.

“I have no idea. What is it?” I closed my eyes, trying to take a deep breath in before I started yelling.

“It looks to me like it’s your birth control.” I spat out, tossing it onto her lap, “Are you still taking it?”

She put the container on the coffee table as she turned off the TV. I watched as she got up and came over to me, standing toe toe as she rested her hands on my shoulders, “No, of course not Nikki. We’re trying to have a baby, remember?”

I looked into her eyes, I honestly couldn’t tell if she was lying or not. I took a step back from her as she gave me a slight glare, “But…but the date is popped out for today?”

She rolled her eyes, “Why the hell were you snooping around my stuff?” She snapped at me as I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Snooping? You’re my fucking wife! It isn’t snooping! It was in my god damn bathroom!” I shouted as she gave me a smirk.

“Our bathroom Nikki, just like it’s our house.” I rolled my eyes, “It’s my fucking house, I bought it!”

She sighed, cupping my jaw as she looked at me, “It’s an old prescription. I just haven’t gotten rid of it. That’s all. You’re getting worked up over nothing, baby.”

“Then why the hell aren’t you pregnant!? Because I’ve been giving you load after load and I know it’s not me!”

She let out a laugh, “Are you sure about that, Nikki? Maybe all the years of sleeping with whores as caught up to you.”

I glared at her, “Well I slept with you, didn’t I?!” I fired out before I could even think about the repercussions.

She scowled, letting out a shocked scoff as well, “Me?! I’m the whore?! Screw you, Nikki.”

I sighed, “Brandi, I didn’t mean-“ I was cut off by an opened palm slap to the face. I rubbed my jaw as I looked down at the floor. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is? I glared at her, anger running threw me.

She cackled, “You’re not as smart as you think you are Nikki. I’ve been taking my birth control this whole time. Didn’t think you’d actually want children, so I screwed myself over with that one. But you’ve been clueless to it this whole time.”

“Then why the fuck would you tell me- why Brandi?! What’s the point of being married if we aren’t gonna have a family?! If I’m not gonna be a fucking dad!? Just fucking live here with you and the dog you hate so much?!” I screamed at her as she took a step back from me.

“Because I don’t want you to leave me!” She fired back as I rolled my eyes, “Leave you?! That wasn’t even a thought in my fucking mind you stupid bitch!”

I let out a frustrated yell, “You’ve been getting my hopes up this entire fucking time! I’ve been waiting patiently for the day you tell me I’m gonna be a dad! God, what is the fucking matter with you!?”

I shook my head, turning my back to her as I started walking up the stairs, “Don’t walk away from me! We’re talking here!” She yelled, running up the stairs behind me.

“I’ve dealt with some crazy chicks, but this takes the fucking cake!” I yelled back, opening up my closet door as I dug out my suitcase.

“Nikki! Please don’t leave! I am sorry!” She yelled but I ignored her, continuing to grab clothes and stuff them into my bag. I heard her begin the crying fit as I rolled my eyes, “Nikki, I love you!”

I scoffed, “Love me?! If you love me you wouldn’t have done this! Who even fucking does this to their own husband!?”

I felt her hand wrap around my arm, “Get off of me! I’m fucking leaving!” I yelled in her face, prying her grip away from me.

“We can have a baby! I’ll give you as many children as you want! Just don’t leave me!” She croaked as I laughed at her.

“Too late for that one, angel.” I rolled my eyes as I zipped my suitcase up.

“I was there for you! I was here when she left you and nobody else would even fucking look at you! Don’t you know that?!” She yelled, taking my suitcase away from me as I glared at her.

“I’ve been here! And I’ve loved you! I’m not running away from this like she did! Like you’re currently doing!”

I shook my head, “Fine, you stay here and I’ll run away.” I grabbed my suitcase and walked out my bedroom, “Oh, cause you’re so good at that!”

I turned around to face her, shoving my finger in her face as she stared up at me, fear flashing across her eyes, “Don’t fucking act like you know me!! You’re never here anyways! Always jetting off to get naked for some photoshoot while spending my god damn money!! All the clothes and the jewelry! You’ve ruined my house with all the stupid remodeling! And I am done with it! I’m done!”

“Done?” She squeaked out, “No, no, baby, no. Please? I love you.” She muttered wrapping an arm around my waist, “I love you so much Nikki.”

I stared down at her. My brain was telling me to run, to leave and get the fuck away from her. But my heart was telling me to stay and try to fix it. But I didn’t want to fix this.

I took her arm away from me, “I am leaving.”

I walked through the house seeing Anarchy-oh fuck, Anarchy. I’ll have to call Mick to see if he could come get her, “I’ll be back babygirl, you be good.” I kissed the top of her head and petted her ears until Brandi shoved me from behind.

“Don’t fucking push me!! You aren’t gonna fucking like what happens!” I yelled, gently shoving her away from me.

I grabbed my car keys as I walked out the front door, “So you’re just walking out on me?! On our marriage?!” She yelled, continuing to follow me to my car door.

I turned to look at her after putting my bags in the car, “Yeah, I guess I am Brandi.”

She shoved me into my car repeatedly as I glared at her, “You fucking asshole! I hate you!!”

I smirked, quickly grabbing her by her upper arm as I pulled her to my chest roughly, “Feelings mutual, you cunt.” I pushed her away from before quickly getting into my car. She started banging on my window as I flipped her off before driving out of my gates.

I ran my hand over my face as I grabbed my sunglasses and put them on. I dug into my pocket for my cigarettes and lit one, “Chicks equal trouble.” I mumbled to myself as I let out a deep sigh.

Where was I even going? Maybe just a trip to the coast and rent out a beach house for a little bit? Maybe go see my grandfather, Tom? But He needs a little preparation before I come storming up there.

Maybe Florida? Always loved it down there, and the chicks are fucking beautiful. Sure, I could find one to keep me entertained for a bit.

I groaned and flipped on the radio, Billy Joel’s ‘New York State of Mind’ was playing. I rolled my eyes, never really cared for him. I tapped my fingers to the beat of the song as I exhaled the cigarette smoke.

Well, why not New York? I was always too fucked up to even get a glimpse of what the city has to offer. I could catch a play on broadway, maybe catch a baseball game. Even though I like the Dodgers. I could check out some of the sights. Always wanted to see the Empire State Building, maybe check out the metropolitan museum. Plus, I’ve been slacking on my photography and I’m sure New York City has a lot to offer.

New York it is then.

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