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therealpontius · 1 year

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I mean it

Plot: your boyfriend likes to lie alot more than goes noticed…

Warnings: breakdown/ screaming/ arguing/ crying/ smut/ p n v/ alcohol use

Another friday night. You spent the day at home cooking a lovely meal for ryan, he was always disappearing to have a drink with bam and novak but this time he promised to come home, it was different from all the other promises because this time he said he ment it. Again.

You cooked you both a huge chilli, his favourite. And set it out by 7pm. He finished work at 5 but you didnt expect him to come home straight away, that was completely fine. Just aslong as he was home before nine.

8pm. You ass was getting sore from the uncomfortable wooden seat that you waited on and the candles where halfway done. Yeah sure you where nervous but its not exactly like hes done anything wrong, theres still time for him to arrive. You thanked the stars you put the plastic containers over the plates or otherwise they would be cold.

8:30. You where growing impatient, the tight black dress you wore starting to itch. No matter how much you checked your phone you wouldnt call him. Its his job to keep a promise. He is an adult.

8:50. Tears started growing in your eyes "ten minutes ryan. You got ten more minutes" you whispered to yourself.

8:51...

8:52...

8:53...

8:59 *ping* your phone buzzed

Contact name: "ry"

"Hay baby foing to be a lirrtle late back hime tonight, lobe you so much x"

That same message you got almost every second day, your eyes pouring of tears now.

"Fuck you."

Not exactly mature but your brain was racing and it was all you could muster up. Instead of doing what you would usually do, cry in your bed. You picked up the two, well made, plates of food and threw them on the ground. Screaming all hell. The wine glasses filled with that extremely expensive wine he bought you? Smashed against the wall. You would crush the candles but they had already completely melted.

Your phone rang and rang as you lay on the kitchen floor covered in cold chilly, pieces of glass from the wine glasses leaving tiny scars on your arms. Anyone wouldve thought you where manic, but you thought this was too tame compared to how he really made you feel. You cried your eyes out as if you had no neighbours and you where in the planet completely alone, thats how you felt anyways.

10pm, you didnt move from your position, the melt down slowing but the crying becoming more dramatic. "How could he do this to me? Im such a great girlfriend. I cook home made meals, i dont expect much of him" you though, only seeing red.

*click*

You look over to see ryan standing at the door way, looking at you like you where some sort of monster "y/n? Ive been calling you like crazy! What have you done!" He scolded you, walking towards the 'crime scene' as few might describe it. "You have no fucking right to be scolding me!" You screamed back, standing up, feeling light headed from crying and screaming so much "every week, i slave in the kitchen over you" you pointed to the chilli on the ground "y/n baby i promise ill come home tonight you just go cook a fucking meal that will take you fucking hours so that i can stand you up!" You mocked him. You walked towards him slowly, grabbing onto his shirt leaving it covered in chilli "ive fucking had it with you ryan" you said weakly, crying "i-" "dont talk to me right now" you walked upstairs, a trail of chilli staining the white carpet.

You ran a shower and locked the bathroom door so that he couldnt come in. The water pelting against you as you sat down made the feeling go away, the deep feeling of being stabbed in the back. After your long shower you got out and put on your pjs that thank god you remembered to take them in and dried your hair with the hairdryer that sat on the counter.

*knock knock*

You turned round to look at the door where the knocks came from. "Honey?"god he knew you loved when he called you that "what is it, ryan?" "Let me in please" he winced, almost like he was crying "i cant" he just huffed and sat against the door "i know i failed you multiple times" you sat against the door too feeling your eyes tear up "but god if you only knew how much i love you. God if only i could show you then youd know forever" "ryan ive heard it before. Your never going to change" you heard him crying softly "baby please" he pawed at the door, the alcohol becoming more evident. You reluctantly opened the door and he looked up at you like a lost kitten, propping himself up with one hand, eyes bright red and puffy. You both stayed still for a minute untill you got onto your knees, his gorgeous eyes scanning your face for your next move. Softly you kissed him and he brought his hand up to hold your face.

Without warning ryan slowly started backing you up onto the floor, his other hand behind your head. When you where fully on the ground, his hands traveled down to your pj pants to pull them down to your ankles while you undid his tight blue jeans. Soon you where both stripped as ryan sat inbetween your legs, kissing you on the neck making you whimper softly. He grabbed onto your hands tight "please dont leave me baby" he whispered, your hand coming up to tangle your fingers in his hair making him whimper too. He sat up, left arm resting by your head, legs spreading yours to give him more access and his right hand holding his dick. He dragged his tip through your folds painfully slow, knowing how to tease you right "ryan hurry up!" You laughed, you laughter was cut off by a gasp as he pushed into you. He moved down slowly since there was no foreplay, both groaning as he did so "fuck honey, your so tight"

You grabbed him into a tight hug as he finally got right into you, stopping to let your pussy adjust. “Are you okay baby?” You pulled him back in, making his dick go in further, you moan softly “i missed you” as a response ryan started moving out of you and moving back in before he was fully out. Your back arched on the cold tiles as ryans pace quickened, still in a tight hug. He peppered your face with kisses making your face blush even more“im so sorry baby, im so sorry” he mumbled speeding up, your sweat mixing and the sound of his skin hitting yours becoming louder. You trailed your tongue up his neck making him moan and rest his forehead head on the cold tiles. You brought your hand down to play with your clit noticing that ryan was unintentionally getting more out of it than you, your other hand coming up to tug on his ginger scruffy hair.

Five minutes later he started thrusting sloppily and you felt the knot in your tummy tighten as he started to hit the g spot, you let out a loud moan and ryan figured you out, pushing in and out harder the exact way he did making you almost cry his name “baby…im going to cum” you winced feeling your vision blur and ryan picked up his pace“let yourself go honey, cum around me” it was odd not hearing ryan swear and dirty talk but then again it was odd having soft sex and even odder having it on the bathroom floor. Your thighs shook as you felt the knot undo, ryan moaning loudly when he felt you tighten around him “oh fuck baby, where should i cum” “on my chest” with that he pulled out fast and pumped himself a few times, making deep eye contact. After a second or two his warm cum splatted on your tummy and rolled down your sides, he let out a struggled moan, hanging his head low.

None of you moved for a minute or two. Your back lay against the cold tiles gasping for air and ryan stayed between your legs gasping too. Both covered in sweat. Eventually he got some toilet paper and cleaned you both up, after, he picked you up carefully and carried you bridal style into the bedroom laying you down gently, no words spoken at all. “Are you alright darling?” He looked down at you “i just need you to be here then ill be alright” you felt your eyes tearing up, he got in next to you, staring at you sympathetically “ill be home tomorrow night i swear on it, ill try even harder” you couldnt help but frown, hearing the same speech again and again was getting tiring “yeah..” “what did i say?” “What you say every day” he stopped to think for a minute “ill try harder this time, ill tell april. She wont let me stay i swear, I want to be better for you baby i mean it” you felt your cheeks glow but stopped yourself from thinking of any change actually happening.

Saturday night. You spent the day at home cooking a lovely meal for ryan, he was always disappearing to have a drink with bam and novak but this time he promised to come home, it was different from all the other promises because this time he said he ment it. Again.

You cooked you both a spaghetti , your favourite. And set it out by 7pm. He finished work at 5 but you didnt expect him to come home straight away, that was completely fine. Just aslong as he was home before nine.

8:30. Tears started growing in your eyes again *CLICK* “hey baby im home!”…

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aintnopartylikeaprideparty · 3 years

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parents stop having serious conversations close to me where i can hear when your door is fucking open challenge

#vent #shut up sarina #ihateitihateitihateitihateiti #also my mom’s bf is taking the walking dead WAY 2 seriously shut the fuck up its a fucking zombie show u dont need 2 go on a thesis rant eve #ry 30 seconds GOD #i just wanna go 2 bed

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thedaddycomplex · 2 years

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I've been trying to figure out how to write this, but I can't get a handle on it, so I'm just going to write and hope I get this across…

My mother-in-law Joie Collins passed away earlier this month. Believe me when I say she was quite simply one of the loveliest human beings I've ever known.

To meet her, you'd immediately find her kind, humorous, determined—a supportive friend right away. You'd never know unless you asked just how extraordinary her life was.

Her sister, Sharon Sheeley, was a songwriter and penned "Poor Little Fool" for Ricky Nelson, which, for a time, made her the youngest woman to ever have a No. 1 Billboard hit. Because of their close relationship, Mary Jo (as Joie was called then) was thrust into the world of teen idols at a very young age.

Her second kiss ever was from Elvis Presley. In fact, in the film Jailhouse Rock, when the D.J. Teddy Talbot lists off the song dedications, one of the names he mentions is Mary Jo. That detail was requested by Elvis himself.

She befriended other legends such as Eddie Cochran, Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Everly Brothers. Later in her life, those relationships and others led to a career in the music business, where she worked with artists like The Kinks, Randy Newman, Ry Cooder, Rickie Lee Jones, Neil Sadaka, and even discovered Jim Croce after hearing a demo he recorded in his bathroom. (Yes, you know "Big, Bad Leroy Brown" because of Joie.)

She was also married to rockabilly pioneer Larry Collins and they had a daughter named Larissa. Joie instilled in her an unwavering sense of kindness, justice, and commitment. And it is no stretch to say Larissa and Joie were not just mother and daughter, but best friends.

Some years after retiring from the entertainment business, Joie created The Salux Shop, a boutique company that sells imported Salux cloths, simply because she liked the product. She grew it from a small online shop into a globally recognized company used by clients like Cameron Diaz and Emma Stone.

Of course, those are all professional achievements. For me, those stories were fun, but what I enjoyed most about Joie was her boundless love and joy. If you had a funny story, she wanted to hear it and she would fill the room with her laughter as you told it. And when prodded, she would tell stories that were bafflingly entertaining—maybe about how she methodically stole an entire flatware set from a fancy English hotel or about how she accidentally wrecked her ex's brand new Jaguar.

And, my god, she loved her grandkids. No matter what was happening in her life, if the boys were visiting their "Mimi," everything else took a backseat. The boys once asked her if she could make stuffed animals for them. I thought it was a bit too much to ask, but she showed up 30 minutes later with her sewing machine, fabric, stuffing, and everything else you'd need to create a plushie of any size or design.

When our boys started playing music, she marveled at their performances and gushed more than I ever heard her talk about any of the literal rock stars she knew and worked with. Of course, that's what wonderful grandmas do.

I loved her endlessly and the reason it's taken me this long to write anything about it is because it all happened so fast, we're all having a hard time processing the loss. Last June, she came to visit us, then mere weeks after that she was diagnosed with inoperable cancer. A little more than 6 months later, with her longtime partner David and daughter Larissa by her side, she passed.

She was gone. And the massive, joyful, magnificent place she held in our lives was suddenly empty.

Nothing can fill that void or take her place. But, I do love that I can see the bemused twinkle in her eye when I look at our boys or my wife. And I can hear her big untethered laugh when they find something funny. They have her kindness, her humor, her determination.

And because I had the privilege to know and love her, I do too.

#memorial #grief #family #loss

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khoicesbyk · 2 years

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The Royal Romance.

Heavy Is The Head.

A/N: Whether this becomes an actual series or not: We shall see.

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!

^Shameless birthday plug. Why? Because it's my birthday and I'm completely shameless. 🤷🏾‍♀️😁💃🏾🙌🏾👏🏾

This is a birthday present to myself by myself! And what better present than a birthday fic.

Current Word Count: 6,890 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Tag List: @shewillreadyou @therideordiechronicles @nina01040 @storyflirting @twistedjaee @tessa-liam @kingliam2019 @pixie88 @secretaryunpaid @aussieez @txemrn @lucy-268 @sfb123 @chemist-ana @choicesficwriterscreations @texaskitten30

I had this done a week ago but I kept adding and taking out parts, paragraphs and dialogue. But now it's done for real this time. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1.) The New Normal.

In King Henry IV, Part Two, William Shakespeare wrote the words “uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.” It was later translated into modern English as “Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

5:30 am.

That’s the time the alarm on King Marquise’s phone went off. After rolling over to silence his phone, Marquise sat up, and with a yawn and a roll of his neck and shoulders, he’s out of bed. After stretching he turns his attention to the woman in his bed. The one he calls his savior, his Goddess, his true north. The woman who captured his heart so long ago. His Queen. Shanelle Miller is everything that he could have hoped, dreamed, prayed, and wished for as a wife and mother. Every day that he spends with her as his and his alone is a day he thanks God for.

He stands and watches her chest rise and fall as she sleeps soundly in their bed. He leaned over and moved a few stray strands of her hair from in front of her face.

“Good morning my love. I'll see you when I get back from my run.” He whispered to her before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

He quietly crept into his closet and changed into his workout clothes then grabbed his phone, AirPods, and Apple Watch before he left the main sleeping quarters where his wife slept and walked down the hall.

Being The King Of Cordonia is an incredible honor and opportunity. But it's not without its dangers and exceedingly high expectations and standards. Marquise has an obligation to Cordonia and especially to her people. And every day he bears the weight of it all. For two reasons, the two he calls his sun and stars. His wife and his daughter.

He walks until he comes to a door with a bright purple K on it. It’s his daughter’s bedroom. And just outside her bedroom door is a portrait that means more to him than all the literal gold in the family vault. It’s a portrait he took with his mother. He stops and runs a hand over the frame as he gazes at the portrait. It’s one of the most vivid memories he has of his mother when she was alive. He was 5 when she had the portrait commissioned. And sitting there to have it painted with her meant everything to him. He smiles wistfully at the painting before closing his eyes.

“Tu me manques tellement, ma mère. J'espère vous avoir rendu fier de Moi.”, he whispered in French as he leaned his head against the frame.

After staying for a few more seconds he stepped back then quietly opened Khari’s bedroom door. He carefully stepped into her room and stopped to look at his sleeping princess. She was curled up with her stuffed dragon Dagon and her kitten Paisley at her side. The family of corgis were sleeping together at the foot of her bed. Seeing her sleeping soundly made his heart melt. Lightly tapping on his right thigh he woke up Ozzie.

“Wake up Oz! We gotta go!” He whispered to his favorite canine companion.

Ozzie slowly roused from his sleep and blinked sleepily then looked up at Marquise before slowly rising and stretching. He was careful not to wake his mate Belle or their puppies Lucky and Lady. With a shake of his head, Ozzie was at Marquise’s side.

“Good boy Oz! Now let’s go. The boys are probably outside waiting on us.”

With one last look at his daughter and the family of corgis, he and Ozzie quietly leave Khari’s bedroom. They head out of the main bedroom wing and down the hall to the main staircase, where his majesty stops at a side table and grabs a leash for Ozzie before heading down the stairs and out the main entrance. When they walked out and across the lawn of the palace, his older brother Leo and his two best friends Maxwell Beaumont and Drake Walker were waiting for him and Ozzie.

“Ozzie!” The three exclaimed.

“What?! No love for your ruling monarch?”

“Dude. The whole kingdom loves you.” Leo replied with a roll of his eyes.

“Yeah! You don’t need us stroking your ego.” Drake quipped.

“He’s got a big ego…” Maxwell teased.

“Scallywags! The lot of ya!”

The four shared a hearty laugh.

“Alright your Majesty! What are we doing this morning?”

“10 miles. 5 miles up and 5 miles down.”

“This has got to be illegal somewhere!” Maxwell whined.

“Yeah. You were Crown Prince once. Isn't it illegal to torture people without just cause?” Drake asked.

Leo sighed dramatically.

“If it is, I guarantee you he changed the law when he became King.”

“Happy to hear that you all understand why I am in charge.”

The three groaned collectively.

“Ready to go Oz?”

Ozzie barked in agreement.

“That's the spirit! Now let's go!”

And with that, they were off on their run with Ozzie at their side.

He enjoys his early morning runs with them. It helps keep him centered in reality. It reminds him that he is a man first and then a King. Besides, keeping his physique in tip-top shape for his wife is a bonus for him. He loves to give Shanelle something to drool over. These runs also remind him that he will always have his friends and his older brother to lean on and rely on. They are his most trusted advisors in both life and the Royal Council.

As his heart pumps during the run, his thoughts take him to the most recent events. The Via Imperii is the latest threat to his kingdom. This secret society is dangerous and has big plans for his kingdom. Plans he's not exactly keen on.

His reign as King of Cordonia has felt like it's been one crisis after another. From assassination attempts to coups to forced betrothal's to finding out that two members of his father's court were responsible for his mother's death on top of finding out that he has a long-lost sister, Marquise has dealt with it all. All while trying to run a kingdom and raise a daughter. What's more, no matter how much he wants to say to hell with this so-called secret society, he knows that he can't put Cordonia or his family and friends at risk. So he grins and bears it.

And lately, he's begun to question himself as King. He's also begun to understand why his father ruled the way he did. Constantine was paranoid as King. He felt he couldn't trust anyone, much less those in his own court. He used to have strong diplomatic ties with several allied countries but that all changed after Queen Eleanor was killed. And as a King himself, Marquise now understands his father's paranoia. But he refuses to let his life be ruled by or rule Cordonia by fear. He just has to find a way out of this.

7:15 am.

Marquise, Ozzie, and the boys soon finish their run just as the sun begins to come up over the palace.

“Well, that was fun!”

“Dude you’re a sadist!” Drake quipped.

“No, my wife is a sadist. I'm an innocent angel, who just happens to enjoy torturing you lot.”

The three men groan.

“I'm starting to regret my abdication.”

“Ugh! Everything hurtsssssss!” Maxwell complained as he laid out in the grass.

“Oh quit your whining! Be like Ozzie. Stoic!”

He smirks as his friends and brother narrow their eyes at him.

“You're lucky we can't touch you because you’re the King!” Drake sneered.

“I don’t know, I think I might have to pull out my older brother card. That trumps his King card.”

Marquise rolled his eyes at Leo.

“Let me get Ozzie inside. I'll see you guys at the Council meeting later.”

“Yup.” the boys replied.

With that, he and Leo head inside then back to their respective wings of the palace, while Drake and Maxwell head off to their flats near the palace. After getting Ozzie settled, Marquise headed to his quarters where he found his wife trying to silence the alarm on her phone. He stood quietly snickering to himself as he watched as she unsuccessfully hit her phone repeatedly.

He finally took pity on her and silenced her alarm. She briefly looked up at him with one eye open before turning over and burying herself in their covers.

“Wake up my love.” he gently whispered in her ear.

She groaned into her pillow.

“Now now. It's time to get up.”

“I don't want to be an adult today!”

“You're not being an adult, my love. You’re being The Queen.”

“I don't want to do that either!”

“Shanelle…” his tone was firm but gentle.

“Noooooooo…” she whined.

He shook his head at her.

“Very well. Have it your way…”

He stood up and with a shrug, he grabbed the covers and yanked them off of her causing her to bolt up in their bed.

“Just the way I like to see you. Breathing hard with your hair everywhere.”

She glared at him before throwing a pillow at him.

“Now is that any way for My Queen to behave?”

She let out a frustrated sigh.

“Of all the times for you to be a King…” she muttered as she crossed her arms.

He smirked as he held out his hand to help her out of bed. She gave him a side-eye before he helped her out of bed and into his arms.

“Ewwww!”

“What?”

“You're all sweaty.”

“I mean I just came back from my morning run with the guys.” he said with a shrug.

“Which means you haven't been in the shower yet! Yuck!”

He snickered as he tightened his arms around her.

“Gross!”

“You like it…” he whispered before nipping at the bottom of her right ear.

“Let me go!”

He groans as he buries his face into the crook of her neck.

“You need to go get in the shower! And so do I!”

He doesn't stop. Instead, he slides one hand down her back while the other stays in the center of her back. Doing so raised goosebumps on her skin, sent chills down her spine, and caused her back to slightly arch.

“Marquise!” she pouted.

He was thankful that she loved falling asleep in his old oversized Harvard t-shirt because it just barely covered the bottom of her ass.

“Let me go!”

“If I do that, you’ll start pouting again.” He whispered harshly in her ear.

She continued to squirm in his arms. But no matter how much she wriggled he would not let her go. It wasn't until he grabbed a handful of her ass that she finally put her foot down.

“Okay! Okay! Enough! We are not doing this! We need to go get in the shower before the munchkin wakes up! Now!”

With a groan of reluctance, he lets her go.

“Spoilsport…” he mutters.

“Whatever!”

“At least you’re all hot and bothered and sweaty.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes and as she went to walk past him he slapped her on her ass causing her to let out a yelp.

“Hey! Easy on the merchandise! You break it, you’re buying me another Birkin!”

“I am not buying you another one of those overpriced handbags.”

She stalked off into the bathroom without another word.

After taking a good long hot shower. Marquise was just about ready when his gaze fell on his cufflinks. One pair had his mother's royal portrait in them. And the other pair had his parent's wedding photo. Shanelle had them custom-made for their wedding anniversary. He settled on the pair with his mother's portrait.

He missed her dearly. Before Shanelle and Khari, Eleanor was the love of his life.

She was born Eleanor Anyango in Nyambura. A small village outside of Nairobi, Kenya. When she was 10 her mother took a job in the distant kingdom of Auvernal as a chambermaid for the royal family. As she grew up became interested in finance, so when she returned from college at Oxford University, she became a member of the Royal Treasury. That's where she met a young King Constantine Rys. The two were soon madly in love and when she married him in 1984, she went from deputy Treasury Director to Queen of Cordonia.

Two years after being married to Constantine, Eleanor was finally pregnant. They had a few fertility struggles but she was finally able to carry to term. She had her only boy. She named him Marquise Constantine Rys. She never got to see him become The King she knew he could be. Nor did she get to meet Shanelle or her beautiful granddaughter. And it’s the biggest regret that Marquise has ever had.

He stares at the cufflinks a few seconds more before slipping them on with a faint smile. He soon left his closet and went to check if Shanelle was ready. When he stepped into her closet, he was struck by the sight of his wife putting on her lotion. Her hair was still damp and her brown skin shined in the light.

“I thought putting lotion on you was my job.”

Shanelle shrugged innocently.

“You took too long. So I was forced to do it myself.”

“How can I make it up to you, my queen?”

“You can help me pick which perfume I'm wearing.”

“At your service my love!”

She threw him a wink over her shoulder as she walked over to the cabinet with her perfume in it. He followed behind her.

“How many bottles do you have?”

“At last count? 95.”

“Sheesh! And here I thought you had too many bags.”

“A. I will cut you for that comment. And B. you’re the one who's always buying me perfume.”

“Well, now I know not to buy you any more perfume. Or bags. Or shoes. Or jewelry. Or anything else, clothes and accessories related.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes at him.

“Liar.”

“Yeah, I know. So let's find your scent for the day.”

After going through her many bottles of perfume, they finally settled on two of them.

“I'm thinking of either my favorite Burberry scent. You know the one that smells like berries? Or maybe I'll go with the Prada one you bought me for Valentine's Day.”

“Hmm…let me see.”

Marquise took the Burberry perfume and lightly spritzed the inside of her right wrist before taking a sniff.

“Hmm…”

“Well?”

“I need a better spot to test.”

Shanelle arched an eyebrow.

“Uh huh.”

She tilted her head so he could lightly spritz her neck. He already knew this perfume was the one.

“Well?”

“How is it no matter what you always manage to look beautiful?”

“That doesn't answer the question, your majesty.”

“This is the one.”

“Thank you. Now move it so I can get dressed. I have an event to host today.”

“Oh? I don't remember seeing anything on your calendar.”

“That's because it's not a Cordonian event.”

“Ohh…”

“Yeah. It's the Via Imperii’s Ladies Of Prestige And Power Luncheon. Queen Sigrid all but insisted it be held here and that I host it.”

“You sound thrilled.”

Shanelle cut her eyes at him.

“You see this face? Does this face look like someone who wants to host a luncheon for a bunch of snobs?”

Marquise snickered.

“That is why I married you.”

“No, you married me because your only other alternatives for Queen were Olivia or Madeleine.”

Marquise shrugged.

“You're not wrong.”

“Of course I'm not wrong. Olivia would've had this country in constant war and Madeleine would have turned you into a raging alcoholic.”

“That's a little grim.”

“But still not wrong.”

“Okay fine.”

“So see? You had to marry me. For King and Country!”

Marquise shook his head and smirked.

“Speaking of which, have I kissed you today?”

“No. You woke me up and tried to use me as a towel.”

“I’m shirking my duties!”

“Indeed you are, my king.”

“Allow me to remedy that!”

He captured her lips in a passion-filled kiss.

“I hate it when you do that.” Shanelle pouted.

“Why?”

“Because I never want you to stop.”

“Well in that case…”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into another deep kiss. He loved to leave her breathless and wanting for more.

“I should let you get dressed.”

“You should but knowing you, you won't.”

“You're right. I won't. So let's get you out of this robe.”

Shanelle let her robe drop to the floor and it didn't take long to pop the buttons of his shirt open. She was soon rewarded with another passionate kiss from her husband.

“You are such a tease, your majesty.”

“Trust me, that was nothing.”

With no effort at all, Marquise picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, and walked her backward until she was just barely sitting on the edge of a dresser.

“This is how I like you.”

“And how is that?”

“At my mercy.”

Shanelle smirked.

“I am yours, my king.”

He smiled against her lips before kissing her again. She was his addiction. He believed strongly that if his queen wasn't happy then no one was happy. So he always made sure that she was happy, satisfied, and fulfilled in every way possible.

He slowly trailed kisses along her jawline to her ear and then down the left side of her neck. With each kiss being more heated than the last.

While he nursed her pulse line, his hands played with her breasts. She loved feeling his hands on her skin. Especially feeling the pads of his thumbs circle her nipples.

“Yessssssssssssss…” she moaned softly.

His majesty was getting the reaction he wanted from his wife. His lips soon went from nursing her pulse line to her breasts. She leaned back slightly to give him better access.

To him, she isn't just an addiction. She is an obsession that would sometimes borderline on a fetish depending on the day. He focused his lips on her right breast. Licking, sucking and nipping at her nipple with his teeth and his left hand was focused on rubbing and pinching her left nipple. He loves to drive her insane. And while it sometimes annoyed her, she loved it just the same.

When he glanced up at her face, her eyes were closed and she had her bottom lip between her teeth. He smiled to himself as he went back to teasing her. He slipped his right hand between her thighs earning him a groan of approval from his wife. He could feel the heat radiating from her core on his hand as he inched it closer. He could hear the desperation in her breathing.

“Someone is happy to see me.”

“Will you just shut up and fuck me now?”

Marquise cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Such language! Quite unbecoming of a woman of your station, my queen.”

Shanelle groaned impatiently.

“Let's see. What do you want?”

As he asked the question, his fingers brushed against her very wet slit.

“Do you want this?”

To illustrate his point he circled her clit with his thumb. Causing her to shiver and her eyes to flutter closed.

“Or do you want this?”

He slipped a finger inside her. He moved his finger in and out of her entrance. He watched her as she bit her bottom lip to suppress a moan.

“Hmm? What was that my love? I couldn't quite hear you.”

“Marquise…”

He loved to watch her lose control.

“Tell me what you want, my love.”

“I want you!”

With a victorious grin, Marquise dove headfirst into his queen. Her eyes snapped open when his tongue made contact with her clit.

“Ohhhh, God! Yes!” she moaned.

If there was anything that His Majesty knew quite well, it was his wife’s body. He knew every sensitive spot and he knew how to exploit those spots. With her legs over his shoulders, Marquise took his time eating her out. He took his cues from the different octaves her voice reached. It's how he knew when to switch between using his tongue and his fingers.

“God! Yes!”

He loved to hear her beg him for more. He made it his mission to always give her the most fulfilling orgasms. And this moment was no different. She was at his mercy and he was determined to take advantage of the opportunity.

“Baby just like that!”

He used his tongue to write his name across her clit while using his fingers as pistons inside her. He felt her legs begin to shake and could hear her moans begin to turn into shrieks that much like her breathing she was struggling to control. She had both hands white-knuckling the edge of the dresser as she rode his fingers. She was close; he felt it as her thighs squeezed around his neck. This was her way of keeping him in place as she rode out her orgasm.

“Oh shit! There! Right there! Just like that baby! Just like that!”

“Shhh, my love!”

“Marquise…”

“As much as I love seeing our little one, I don't think we want her barging in here to investigate why she heard her mother screaming her head off. Might scar her for life.”

She wanted to go over the edge into sweet orgasmic oblivion but she couldn't quite get over that hurdle so to speak. Luckily for her, he knew exactly what she needed.

“You might want to hang on, my love. And for the love of God, keep it down!”

He replaced his fingers with his tongue. Her thighs squeezed his neck as her body shook. He stopped long enough to encourage her.

“That's it, my love. Let go. Cum for me.”

She had a vice-like grip on the dresser and bit down hard on her bottom lip to muffle her scream, as she rode in his tongue over the edge into her orgasm. When he let her go, she had light bruises on her thighs from where his fingers were. She laid against the top of the dresser so she could catch her breath.

“My favorite!” he quipped before licking her juices off his fingers.

“I…hate…you!” she said breathlessly.

He snickered.

“I love you too. Now I'm gonna freshen up then go get the princess while you get dressed. Sound good?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“That's my girl!”

With a quick kiss, Marquise left her to freshen up before going to see about his little one. Being a dad was the highlight of his life. Khari was his sun, moon, and stars. When he got to her room, she was already awake. She was sitting on her bed reading to Paisley, Lucky, and Lady. When she looked up from her book she smiled before throwing her arms around his neck.

“Good morning daddy!”

His heart stuttered.

“Good morning precious. How are you?”

“I'm good.”

“Did you sleep well little one?”

“Uh-huh! But now I'm hungry.”

“Okay well let's get you dressed and we'll go meet your mother for breakfast.”

“Okay, daddy.”

He followed her into her closet and helped her pick her outfit for the day before helping her brush her teeth and get dressed. Normally her mother would do this but today he felt like taking a swing at it. Once she was dressed, they met Shanelle in the main hallway then made their way to the dining area where breakfast was waiting.

After breakfast, Marquise gave his wife and daughter a kiss goodbye as they got ready for Shanelle's event. While he left to host the Prime Ministers of Norway and Sweden in his study.

9:47 am.

While his Swedish and Norwegian were a tad bit rusty, his meeting included talks about possible tax incentives, opening consumer markets, each other's families, and NATO alliances went off without a hitch. Marquise was pleased to have made progress with two key European allies.

1:49 pm.

After a quick bite for lunch, his majesty then got ready for the Royal Council meeting.

While they weren't his favorite subject of conversation, he was thankful that he at least had his two best friends and older brother on the council with him. They made the meetings a lot more manageable. Especially Maxwell. During the meeting, he announced that there would be a tax increase on the nobility to help fund a new healthcare plan for the people.

While it wasn't received enthusiastically, many couldn't stop him from implementing this new law. Simply because the King’s word is final. Marquise prides himself on being for the people of Cordonia. Much like his mother Eleanor was. She believed in the ideal that Cordonia thrives for and because of the people. And not the nobility.

As he sat in his office with a glass of Scotch in his hand, he gazed at the photo on the desk of Shanelle and Khari from a month before. They had gone to Applewood for the rededication of the Applewood Orchard. And he snapped a picture of his girls after they tried the first harvest since the orchard was burned. He smiles at the photo of them smiling. They are what drives him to be a better husband, father, and King.

As he looked around his office his gaze stopped on the royal portrait of his father Constantine. It was commissioned right after he was crowned. Constantine Leonidas Rys was a complicated man in his later years. But in his youth especially when he was Crown Prince he was the life of the party. He was always reliable when it came to a good stiff drink and a great political debate. When he married Lady Debra Onasis of House Vescovi on August 21st, 1980, it was an arranged marriage between his father King Leonardo, and her father Duke Julian.

They might not have been in love at least but both cared for one another. When Debra gave birth to Leo in 1982, Constantine was thrilled as were his parents. But Debra was not. She loved her son deeply and dearly but life as Queen of Cordonia wasn't what she thought it would be. The pressure became too much for her and she left. Leaving Constantine to raise Leo by himself until he met young Eleanor Anyango on a diplomatic trip to Auvernal and the rest became history until her untimely death.

He was much older and set in his old ways when he met Regina Amaranth in Fydelia. But was smitten nonetheless. When they married Leo was 17 and Marquise was 13. Both care deeply for their stepmother as she does for them.

Marquise will admit that his father wasn't always the easiest to get along with. They butted heads more often than not but Marquise loved his father nonetheless. So when it was revealed that he was behind the plot to frame Shanelle, Marquise took it hard. He couldn't believe that his father would be so nefarious and yet he was. It changed their relationship entirely. With Marquise wondering if he could even fully trust his dad ever again.

It wasn't until Constantine died saving him that the voice in his head that questioned their relationship was silenced for good. Because as his father laid there dying none of it mattered. All that mattered was trying to save him. He needed to save him. He had to. There was so much that he needed to say, so much he wanted to say but he never got the chance to.

So whenever he looked at his father's portrait, he can't help but wonder what he would've said to him. But today he was brought out of his reverie by a knock at his door.

“Come in!” he announced.

An aide stepped in.

“Pardon the interruption your majesty, but Lord Vancoeur would like a word in private with you.”

Marquise rolled his eyes internally.

“Let him in.”

“Yes, my king.”

The aide disappeared then reappeared with Neville trailing behind him.

“Thank you. That will be all.”

“Yes, your majesty. Your Grace.”

The aide soon left and it was just him and Neville.

“Neville! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I came by to discuss your new tax hike on the nobility.”

“Please have a seat, Lord Vancoeur.”

Neville took a seat across from him.

“Now, what would you like to discuss?”

“Simple. I demand that you rescind the new tax law immediately.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. It's a frivolous law. And I want it stricken down! We are the populace’s betters! We should not be paying more in taxes! We should be living as the nobility that we are!”

Marquise schooled his annoyance behind a stoic mask.

“You do realize that's not how this works right?”

Neville scoffed.

“It is where our mutual friends are concerned. I would hate for them to have to force you and your wife to change the law.”

Marquise set his jaw as his eyebrow twitched.

“After all, we're both members, Marquise.”

“Your Majesty.” Marquise corrected him.

“There was nothing wrong with what I just said to you.”

“Actually there is. You may be a member of the Via Imperii but not only are you a very low member on their totem pole Neville but you're still Cordonian nobility so long as I allow you to be.”

“Oh come now Marquise! You can't be–”

“So don't you dare for one second think that I'm not well within my right as your monarch to strip you and your house of your lands and titles!” Marquise sneered.

Neville sank into his seat.

“That's what I thought. Now get out of my office, Lord Vancoeur.”

Neville got up without a word.

“Oh! And one more thing! You ever call me by my first name again, and I will personally see to it that you are thrown into a dungeon just for annoying the hell out of me.”

The color drained from Neville’s face.

“Have a good rest of your day.”

And just like that Marquise was alone once again.

Hearing the Via Imperii’s name, much less speaking it, always put him in a bad headspace. This is why he struggles with his wife being part of The Circle. He trusts her implicitly but he's seen firsthand what lengths they're willing to go to, to get what they want.

A prime example of this was them revealing that he has a younger sister. While he is happy to have Lena in his life and wants to have some kind of relationship with her, it's not lost on him that she works for the very organization that bankrolled the men that killed his mother. Not to mention the fact they only revealed her to force his hand and have Cordonia join their ranks. But what is his majesty to do? It's damned if you do and damned if you don't.

3:54 pm.

After all his meetings were over, it was time for the family to head to Volterias. When he got to the main staircase he was greeted by his daughter.

“Daddy!”

She ran up and nearly took him out at the knees.

“Hello my princess. How was your day?”

“It was good daddy. I missed you.”

He picked her up.

“I missed you too, my love.”

“Uh-huh. And what about me?”

Shanelle looked at her husband with an expectant eyebrow raised and her arms crossed.

“Of course I've missed you, my queen.”

He kisses her sweetly with Khari wriggling in his arms.

“Much better your majesty. Now, are we ready to go?”

“Yes, my queen. Let us be off to Duchy Volterias.”

“Yay! We get to go home!” Khari squealed.

Marquise smiled at his daughter.

“Yes, my love. We do.”

Soon they were off to his queen’s duchy. 2 hours later they were pulling up to the estate and Khari was ready to get out of the SUV.

“Home sweet home! Right, Ozzie?” Khari asked Ozzie. His only response was a bark which seemed to be in agreement. As they walked across the bridge his majesty began to think about dinner.

“So what are my girls hungry for tonight?”

“Can we make pizza daddy?”

“Of course, little one.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes and smirked at her husband.

“Never thought I'd see a King be a pushover but here we are.”

Marquise cut his eyes at his wife.

“At this very moment, I am a dad. Not a king. And if my precious little one wants pizza for dinner then we are going to have pizza for dinner!” he said matter of factly.

Shanelle simply shrugged as they walked into the manor. It didn't take them long to cover the kitchen in cornmeal, olive oil, tomato sauce, and various pizza toppings. And after waiting for them to bake, the pizzas were done and demolished. And after dinner, it was movie night in the master bedroom.

8:37 pm.

“Okay pumpkin what are we watching tonight?”

“Can we watch Moana mommy?”

Marquise let out a grateful sigh that she didn't want to watch Frozen for the millionth time.

“Of course, pumpkin.”

“Moana it is!” the King proclaimed as they settled into watching Moana.

Not even an hour later his majesty found himself as a pillow for both of his girls. With his wife on his right and his daughter on his left. He shook his head and chuckled softly.

“Happens every time…”

He quietly picked up his snoring daughter and put her to bed in her room.

“Goodnight my princess. I'll see you in the morning.”

When he returned to the bedroom Shanelle had changed into one of his dress shirts and was under the covers.

“That's my shirt!”

“I know. It smells like your Prada Cologne.”

He rolled his eyes.

“You weren't asleep, were you?”

“I dozed for a bit but I woke up when you went to put little bit to bed. Now get over here.”

“So bossy!” he teased.

“Queen.”

“By proxy.”

“Still Queen.”

Marquise rolled his eyes with a smirk before crawling into bed with his wife.

“I've been so busy with our girl I haven't had time to ask you how the luncheon went.”

He heard Shanelle groan.

“That bad?”

“I was stuck in a room full of female Nevilles.”

He winced.

“Yikes! And I thought my run-in with him earlier was bad.”

“Whatever you’re imagining…imagine it being…10…times…worse.”

Marquise shuddered.

“My poor love. I'm sorry you had to endure that.”

“It was awful…”

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead while softly running his knuckles along her spine.

“Ne t'inquiète pas mon amour. Je suis ici maintenant.”

She snuggled against his chest.

“Let me make you feel better.”

He tilted her chin then kissed her softly. He loves the feel of her lips on his. He loves how soft her lips always are. He rolled onto his back and pulled her into his lap. Instinctively, his hands went to her waist to hold her in place as their kiss deepened. When the kiss ended Shanelle was feeling quite satisfied.

“Better?”

“I’ll say.”

“That's not a yes. So it looks like I must continue.”

“Yes, you should.”

He kissed her again. But this kiss was more intense than the last and left her dizzy.

“Damn! What did I do to deserve a kiss like that?”

“You stole my heart and never gave it back.”

She playfully shoved him.

“Uh-huh. But seriously how was your day? You mentioned something about Neville.”

“Yeah. He's not happy about the new tax hike on the nobility.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes.

“He even mentioned telling our…mutual friends that shall remain nameless.”

Shanelle’s eyebrows shot up.

“He threatened you?!”

“Vaguely. Until I reminded him of his position in the Via Imperii and his station here in Cordonia.”

“The damn nerve!”

“That’s the Vancoeur family for you. His mother Lady Beatrice and older brother Gorman are just as bad. And his father Luther is even worse than the two of them combined.”

“Then maybe we should pay a visit to Comery Isle. Just to remind them of their betters.”

Marquise smirked.

“You're evil my queen!”

“Well, I mean I am in the land of apples. While living a fairytale life so…”

“That is just one reason why I love you.”

“You better.”

“My love, there is no other for me but you.”

“I'm not so sure your daughter would agree.”

“Okay fine. There is no other woman for me but you.”

“Much better.”

He looked at her with pure adoration.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what my love?”

“Make me feel like I'm the only woman in the world?”

“Because you are my love. You always will be.”

“Ever the hopeless romantic.”

“You love it.”

“Oh I do. I really do. Now I think it's time that we got you out of these clothes my king.”

“The Queen has decreed it! So shall it be!”

They both worked to get him undressed. He groaned as she ran her hand over the bulge in his pants. She loved feeling him shiver at her touch. After he was naked, he tangled his right hand in her hair and pulled her head back so he could run his tongue along her collarbone. Hearing her gasp softly sent a chill down his spine.

“While you look great in my shirt, I need it gone. I want your skin, not fabric.” he whispered before nipping the bottom of her left ear.

“Then take it off your majesty.”

“Yes, my queen.”

He deftly unbuttoned the shirt, stopping to kiss every inch of her exposed skin before tossing it aside. When he looked at her his heart skipped a beat. He still couldn't believe that the beautiful black woman before him, is his wife and queen. Everything about her amazes him. Her drive, her determination, her everlasting love for him and their daughter, her wit, and especially her heart leaves him speechless.

Never in a million years did he expect to fall in love with someone like her. When they met at her old bar in D.C. he came for the drinks, the food, the possible debauchery, and his friends. But he stayed for her.

“You are a Goddess.”

“It's about damn time someone noticed my talents.”

“There is nothing that I don't miss when it comes to you, my love.”

“There is one thing you missed.”

“What?”

“You missed a spot here.”

She tapped her bottom lip.

“Nah. I didn't miss it. I just hadn't gotten around to it yet.”

With that, he kissed her again while tightening his arms around her. He didn't want to let her go. He gently leaned her back so he could kiss along her sternum and down her chest. He loves to shower her with love, affection, and kisses. His Queen. His Goddess.

He looked up to see her biting her bottom lip with her eyes closed. He slid his left hand to her neck and brought her lips to his. He wanted to taste her. He needed to. This moment is where she became a fetish. She broke their kiss to look into his eyes.

“I need you.”

“I am yours, my queen.”

“Take me.”

“I was waiting for you to say something.”

He drove his tongue into her mouth as he pulled her closer and into position. He winked at her before bringing her down onto him. He took a sharp breath while she gasped softly.

“Yes…”

His grip on her hips tightened as he started to move her in sync with him. He loved feeling her fit around him like a glove. She laid her hands on his broad chest as she rode her husband.

“You are infuckingcredible!” he said through clenched teeth.

He loved to hold her still then plow into her again and again. He would just barely pull out of her before thrusting back in. Never giving her inner walls a full chance to adjust.

“Fuck! Yessssssss! Just like that!”

He loved to see the lust in her eyes and hear the pleasure in her voice and feel her body respond to him. She went from scratching his chest to her nails digging into his wrist. He took that as a sign that she was close. And truth be told, so was he.

She bounced up and down riding him hard. Feeling her grip on his length, drove him insane. He took advantage of the situation and began thrusting his hips harder. He watched her close her eyes. With one final thrust of his hips, her orgasm snapped and sent her into a sweet oblivion with him right behind her.

That was it, all, ball game. Marquise held her close as they came down from their combined high. She snuggled against his chest, completely satisfied.

“That was…”

“Amazing? I know. You know that I live to please you, my queen.”

She rolled her eyes with a sly smile. He kissed her forehead softly as he rubbed her back. He felt her body become heavier.

“You should get some sleep.”

“Mmmhmm.”

He chuckled softly.

“Goodnight my queen.”

“Goodnight…”

It didn't take her long after that to drift off to sleep. As he laid there with his queen in his arms, he took a small moment to be thankful. Even with everything else in his life seemingly going awry, he was thankful for her. He was thankful for their daughter. He was grateful for quiet moments like these.

Because these moments became his new normal.

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A/N unedited little thing from a while ago, found loads of bits in my notes on my phone read this and though id post it let me know your thoughts ////hella old ngl sounds like shit srry ladsssss xoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxTW--Abuse//Blood//Bad thoughs ig sorry not good w warnings sorry if this triggers anhyone

*beep beep beep*

Your alarm rang through the room for what seemed to be the fifth time this morning.It was now 6:30am and school began in two hours unlike the majority of students in kildare county you enjoyed school and, your (only) friend pope definitely made it worthwile.You both loved school,people like his friends jj and John b didn’t like school.

Why are you awake at 6:30 again?....right!

You look over to yourself in your mirror and glance at your schedule sticky taped to the corner;

*DAISYS SCHEDULE*

6:30-wake up

6:45-shower

7:00-get ready

7:20-read

7:50-breakfast/pillz

8:00-head to Heywards

Obeying the list, you hopped into the shower and got yourself prepared for the day, brushing your teeth washing your face and applying a light amount of makeup. A tinted moisturiser, clear mascara and brow gel, In attempt to tame your wild hair you collected into a cute messy ponytail, breaking three hair bands in the possess. Putting your glasses on you choose your outfit, due to the heat you opted for something casual, a blue denim skirt with a black crop top and a oversized blue flannel top covering just to the bottom of you skirt

You went downstairs and packed some fruit into your bag. Opting to take your breakfast as today's lunch, knowing Mrs. Heyward would invite you in for ‘leftovers’ from their breakfast. Shouting goodbye to your mum who was no doubt still in bed exhausted from her night shift.

Running out the door grabbing your phone, headphones and favourite book ‘to kill a mockingbird’. I plugged in my headphones playing my ‘reading playlist’ and read as i walked up to heywards,occasionally looking up so I don’t walk into any unwanted attention. The third time checking your surroundings you realise you made it to popes in record time, because his mom came out ushering you and him in in for ‘leftovers’ .Pope rolled his eyes sending you a silent apology. You didn’t mind though she was more a mother to you than your actual blood.

“Hey nerd "pope greeted you pushing your glasses up your nose

“Hey geek” you replied, slapping his hands away, he pulled you into a quick hug and followed h8im and his mum into the kitchen.

“Whatcha reading this time?”he asked making you laugh slightly “Harper lee my friend” you replied holding up your book as he rolled his eyes “why am I not surprised ,you know the book doesn't change right every time you read it "he asked playfully “I know pope, but it’s a classic and i don’t have enough to get a new book until my shift next week so I’m not complaining “you sassed

“Yeah you're know that I’ve said you can borrow my books anytime “he asked

“Yeah but you won’t let me write notes in the margins pope! "you explained “because what about MY notes “he exclaimed and you both erupted into laughter.God,you're such geeks you mentally sighed.Mrs.Heyward scolded at us both for arguing and gave us some pancakes and fruit.

Mr.Heward barged through the doors shouting about some ‘arrogant snotty kook man’ and turned around shily when he heard you and pope laughing. "daisy hey sweetheart you need me to save you or you alright?” he asked, referring to his wife’s overwhelming mothering. You shook your head quietly declining his offer, smiling you replied “no sir it's fine, "you laughed "Heyward you need any help with deliveries?” you asked hopeful as you needed to buy some things for school. Being a pogue you tended to have to fend yourself, plus it gave you something to do. “Sure do doll, tomorrow morning,7 sharp you’n’my boy can help out and pope make sure you ask that Maybank if he's helping out too, need to know who goes so y'all come back alive”he joked”thank you sir”you shouted as he was halfway out the door.Turning back round to pope “maybank?” you asked, raising your eyebrow hinting you had absolutely no idea who he was talking about,”my friend jj you know the blonde who gets into all the fights i told you about”he answered and you nodded,still searching for an answer ”he's coming tomorrow?” you quizzed “yeah probably,plus i think it's about time you met my friends they all think i made you up”he laughed”c'mon we've gotta eat then go”

As if on queue Mrs Heyward shouted at you from across the hall telling you to eat before it got cold.After scoffing your breakfast down,it was time to leave.After regular smothering from your second mother you left.

“Sorry about them”he mumbled

“It’s fine it’s nice having the whole parents as parents thing you know”you said .Pope knew about your mom not being around or well really a mom.He said you could come round whenever assuring his parents you were just friends,they loved you.

He nodded”you know your welcome whenever”he said and you nodded again

“Yeah but anyways how you feeling today about mrs.spiky hairs test smartass”you joked “we gon ace it y'all ready know her tests are easy”he dragged

“True I’ve got all a’s every time”you smirked

“Yeah same but to be fair even my friend John b could pass them and he didn't know that there were two different there’s until junior year so....”

You laughed “wait I though that jj was the the dumb one”you asked “there both delinquents but gotta love em.I’m brains of the operation anyways it’s my thang ”he sang causing you to laugh at the way he pinched his shirt and pingged it brushing dirt of his shoulders “you should come to the party tonight and meet them if you want?”he asked and you shook your head “i dont know pope,party’s and me aren’t really a good thing you know how my anxiety gets in groups”you said and he nodded “i know it’s fine don’t worry about it but offers there when you want you could even come out just us on the pouge if you wanted “he offered “they really wanna meet me?”you asked “well they wanna meet MY competition “he challenged “not really a competition there bud” you teased patting his shoulder “but I’ll think about it yeah?”you offered “sounds good and here we are” you turned facing each other then back at the school making your way inside.

“Hey i told jj I’d meet with him just before first lesson give him his homework see you there”you gave him a confused look “they go here?”he laughed “yeah didn’t i tell you”you shook your head no “sorry see you in 10 nerd”he waved “in 10 geek”you repli,ex

Waiting for class to start,you set up outside your classroom and put your headphones back in continuing your book. The vibration of the bell and stampedes of teenagers scurry to their first lesson , you ended up waiting for pope who practically ran down the hall and laughed when your eyes met.

You went in taking your seats next to each other this happened up until break. then lunch you’d go to all your lessons together hang out at break,being antisocial in the library, but at lunch he’s always go off,with the pogues you assume,now knowing they go to your school.At lunch you go outside and walk to the bleachers and sit reading basking in the sun.

After your last lesson with pope you both headed home together dropping him off at heywards halfway.

“Mom I’m home”you shouted slamming the door dropping the keys on the sideboard .After no reply you expected her to be at work so you got started on your homework so you could”relax” on the weekend.

It was now 6:30,and pope texted you telling you the party started at seven and the offer was still up before you could reply,you heard your door slam shut and you ran downstairs hoping you could talk to your mum,and catch up.

You see her figure reach for a cupboard that hasn’t been opened in years left. this was bad.

“Hey mama how was work”you asked with a shaky breath

She glared swigging the bottle

“You know what sweetie “she spat “Mama don’t have to go to work an more you wanna know why because i got fired from work apparently they couldn’t handle me anymore,took to many people on,so sweetie work was fucking awful OK”she shouted

“Oh mum I'm sorry what are you going to do i mean i think the heyw--“

“Oh shut up you’re so pathetic you know,I mean you inside on a Friday night? should you be out like a normal teenager huh?god”she scoffed

“What mom I-“by now half the bottle was empath,being drank with such desperation

“I’ll get another job I’ve already got the heywards they can give me more time and an I-I’ll get a side job we’ll be fine w-we have dads money too”

“Sont talk about hijm!It’s your fault your father left you fucking incompetent piece of shit you make everyone want to leave,no wonder you have no friends. I mean look at you your pathetic you know these people in your books there not real DAISY god why can’t you just be normal you drove everyone away.this is your fault”

Tears were now threatening your eyes,but as you looked into the person infront of you,you didnt see sadness,you saw anger,you saw red.

“Mum Im sorry i-ill-“

Before you could say anything she downed the rest of the bottle and threw it at you.glass smashing everywhere cutting you up.your whole arm started to bleed as you cried out in pain your mum hit you,ran out and slammed the door shut.

she hit you.hit you.you ran upstairs not bothering to protect your arm wrapping it up in an old shirt.you needed your best friend,you didn't have many friends but he was yours you knew that nothing anyone said could change your friendship

So you called him running out of your house in todays clothes covered in blood like you’d been in a fucking horror movie

“Heyyy daisy you change your mind”he answered the phone

“Hey pope I-I need some help my mom a-are you still at a-at the p-party”you stuttered

“Woah woah breathe daisy where are you I’ll come get you okay”

“I’m near the boneyard you still there I-I’m sor-ry f-for calling i didn’t kn—“

He cut you off “no shut up it’s fine where are you,are you hurt what happened?”

“My arm s-she h-hit b-bottle “

“Fuck where are you daisy “

“Oh-oh my god there’s so many people here”you were sure you were having a panic attack by now,-you could barely breathe

“Wait daisy I-i see you I’m coming okay wait there”

“O-okay”

Hanging up the phone you were now just balling your eyes out in pain and hurt. You curled up into a ball only looking up when you could hear pope shouting in the distance.

“Shit daisy”he shouted

“I’m sorry I didn’t know where to go,my mum she she my arm I- I”

Pope wasn’t unfamiliar to your panic attacks,usually being the one to calm you from them,/

“Daisy breath okay”he stroked your hair making you look into his eyes

“What happened “he asked and you showed him your arm “shit daisy that’s close to a main artery your losing loads of blood C'mon let’s get you cleaned up back at the chateau “you just nodded following him his hand holding yours hiding you from the people as you walked past. Arriving at a group of people probably his friends,the pogues,. As your vision begins to go hazy you think that maybe your mum was right you are pathetic .He was out on a Friday night ,I looked like the whole damn school was here.he has his life maybe he didn’t want to be your friend maybe he didn’t want to just hurt you .realizing you were fading out he shook you “shit daisy no no no “he cursed“John b keys I need the keys”you heard him say and they were saying something about him getting some “dude shut up this is daisy she’s hurt “you heard him say and all of them looked at you,but you couldn’t bring your eyes too meet them.Soon enough pope was dragging you away and towards a shack,the chateau.

He dragged you inside and you were sitting on the Island In the kitchen/living room,this was a home.

where was your home now?.

“Here lemme see ''he pulled your arm and started to work. It didn’t surprise you he was so good at this he was always good at first aid but this?

Lucky it wasn't on a actual artery but the blood made it look worse,acknowledging the fact you'd been so quiet,he spoke up “hey D look at me “he said pointing your chin up,looking at you straight in your eyes”what happened,when your ready”he asked.As your breathing steadied,you began to speak “my mom,she got back from work sh-she just lost her job a-and”you stuttered,pausing to collect your breathe

“hey it’s okay take your time okay”he calmed you”she hasn’t drank since..”you stopped and he looked in your eyes.Pope knew all about your dad,leaving you when you were about to go into junior year,you never knew why but one day he was their next he wasn’t,pope helped you through it,when you began to get closer.

“Your dad?”he answers for you

You nodded

“She said that it-it was my fault that he left and that she lost her job an”you gulped,recomposing yourself“How I push everyone away and that’s why I have no friends I mean let’s face it”laughiing a breathy laugh “she’s right”popes head snapped up “Daisy!you have me,D its okay I’m you best friend and you know she’s wrong okay now this is going to hurt”he assured you,before you could ask questions your arm burned up from the straight alcohol he’d put on your arm “FUCK POPE SHIT WARNING PLEASE FUCK”you shouted and he laughed,frowning when he came too “Sorry,shit this is bad daisy,like really bad,I dont know what to do,I can just wrap it up But ii think you should go to the hospital“he said and before you could fight,a deep voice filled the room.

“What the fuck is going on pope”curse from the back of the room.After observing the heaps of bloody tissues and your T-shirt laying next to you“What the fuck happened to her man,who is this?”he asked pope who looked up at you,asking the silent of’should i tell him’ you shook your head with pleading eyes

Pity took over popes vision as he answered JJ’s question“Jj this is daisy,daisy jj”he introduced you and you sighed,finally meeting the blue eyed boy with watery vision“hey,sorry we,urm, woke,you”you stuttered “oh i wasn’t sleeping princess”he winked causing you to furror your eyebrows at the boy you heard stories about ,following up to the elephant int he room.”what happened”he asked,re-observing your surroundings,eyes finally meeting your bloody arm “holy shit you gotta fucking c-cat or something”he demanded .Before you could awnser,a half naked girl stumbled out of his room,pouting

“oh you really weren’t joking when you said you weren’t asleep”you giggle then pope accidentally pressed to hard into your arm making you scream “fuck pope Jesus fucking shit”you cursed

“Fuck I’m sorry but its clean and the plasters won’t do much but I’ll wrap it up anyways i still think you might have to go to hospital”you shook your head “no no no no I can’t pope you know that”he sighed “look nerd you know where she cut look how close that is daisy okay” pointing to your bandaged arm jjs eyebrows furrowed in confusion

You tore away from his gaze to the the floors

“Hey jj,what's taking so long sweets”his guest said,in a thick country accent causing him too sigh turning around going back into his room.You don’t know what he said but five minuets later she was storming out the rusted doors,huffing and puffing, and left and he walked back to you two

“Sorry”you looked at him and his eyes softened.You were gorgeous and so innocent who would do this to you?.he asked himself”don’t be she was to Whiny anyways you saved me”you smiled ,slightly rolling your eyes at the player you'd been warned from.

“Daisy”pope snapped you back to reality “hospital?”

“Pope I can’t I-I’ll just go home and-“you babbled

”no no way you're not going back there daisy okay not if your moms like she is right now”he said under his breath in attempt to be secretive

“Your mom?”jj thought out loud and you just looked at him,mentally cursing yourself

Ignoring the blondes “you know i can’t do that pope”you mumbled looking down.

“Why”he snapped

“Because I live there pope”you paused,forgetting the blonde”you know and it’s not like this is new, you know it’ll blow over”you urged,trying to convince yourself

“And what if i doesn't daisy”he quizzed” what are you going to do then”he asked causing you to freeze and stand in silence.

You walked up and hugged him,stifling a sob.Skilfully dodging your arm,you let go of him and held his stare.

“Pope,your my best friend, okay?Well my only friend. You know that, but you gotta understand why I’ve gotta go home,Besides, she’s probably not even in,she left straight after, she’s probably out okay”you insisted”I’ve got that job with you and your dad tomorrow I’ll see you okay”you insisted

After some silence he looked at you,”I’ll drive you home okay and if she’s there your coming back to mine”he hissed”You can crash in the couch like you did last time okay “he urged”let me just go talk to jj okay”he said leaving you in the kitchen ,now only realizing the blonde had left the room.After overhearing some not-so hushed whispers,pope came out followed by a blonde who carried an angered but also slightly pained expression that left you wondering what pope said in there.Did he tell him about your mum?

After snatching the keys from the side,where you left them,he led you guys into the van.You and pope got into the back and he and just hugged you there it was nice he calms you and you calm him .“Hey pope”you break the silence“Yeah”he returned“Sorry”you apologised“Stop”he spat.

You looked up to him,eyebrows arching up in confusion“What?”you pleaded,provoking him to roll his eyes and your tendency to apologise after any slight inconvenience“Doing it”he grumbled“Doing what”you urged,oblivious to what was annoying him“You always apologise,after everything”he answered letting out a slightly breathy laugh“Sorry”you laugh realising you already subconsciously apologised.“See what I mean”he tutted“Right but thank you”you pushed“Always nerd”he promised“Geek”you sassed,falling into a comfortable silence,enjoying who you considered your family now

“Hey daisy” he broke the silence

“Hm”you humed

“Did you take them today”he asked,you sighed

“I thought I’d be okay pope,i was i promise”you pleaded

“Daisy”he sighed

“I hate them pope,they make me feel so deflated,they make me feel like a monster”you mumbled into his shoulder

“You have to take them daisy you know that”he scolded

“I’m know i Just”you paused

“I know”he cut in

“I don’t want to be a monster anymore pope”

“Your not a monster daisy,i promise,you're amazing bub”he praised

Finally pulling up to your house,met with a cleaver driveway you turned back to pope who was checking for the same thing you were “see”you deflated”i'll be fine see you in the morning,7 sharp kids” you teases in his dad's warning tone

“Daisy i still think you should come back to mine i don't think you’ll b--”

You pleaded his anxious babbling with a kiss on the cheek”see you in the morning”you demanded and he sighed

You popped your head through to the front

“Thank you for the ride jj sorry about interrupting your night” you apologised and he smiled at you”no worries princess,we oughta be seeing you in daylight too though”he asked “maybe blondie”you winked giving pope one last hug before you made your way through the door,treading carefully,just to be safe.

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Howard Tate: A Philadelphia Soul Resurrection

This post is a near- transcript of the Broken Buttons: Buried Treasure Music podcast (episode 1, side B). Here you’ll find the narration from the segment featuring the great Philadelphia soul singer Howard Tate, along with links, videos, photos and references for the episode.

Listen to the full episode on Spotify, Anchor or Mixcloud.

Music history is packed with bands and artists that had the talent, the songs and even the fully realized recordings to make it big, only to be passed over. Some miss their window, or worse, some get their big break, but somehow self-destruct or fail to capitalize on it. It’s the reason why I decided to do this show. There is so much overlooked and under appreciated music out there to be found and enjoyed.

This next artist doesn’t quite hit any of those scenarios exactly though. Howard Tate got his break and made it happen. Howard Tate hit big and he hit fast. Tate said he came home from work one day and a big limousine was sitting in front of his door.

“You gotta get in here right away. You gotta get a suit. You’re playing with Marvin Gaye tomorrow night.”

Between 1966 and 1970 Howard Tate had six top 40 R&B singles. And then he disappeared. Plunging into obscurity, almost as quickly as he soared within sight of the summit. Tate never completely crossed over. While he regularly appeared on the R&B charts, the highest he ever placed on the Pop charts was #63.

Let’s start our dive into Tate, by hearing his highest charting single. One of three top 20 R&B hits in his catalog. This is Ain’t Nobody Home by Howard Tate.

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Ain’t Nobody Home by Howard Tate.

Here’s what the Rough Guide to Soul & R&B has to say about that recording and the chemistry of the whole crew who made it happen.

“With a groove laid down by keyboardist Richard Tee, guitarist Cornell Dupree, bassist Chuck Rainey and drummer Herb Lovell, the production of Ain’t Nobody Home by Jerry Ragovoy both borrowed from and influenced the music coming from Memphis and Muscle Shoals, and set the precedent for Atlantic’s first recordings with Aretha Franklin. While the music was great, however, it was Tate’s vocals that made the record. Sounding like a less overwrought Percy Sledge, Tate’s simultaneously Northern and Southern phrasing was impeccable, and economical use of his falsetto made it all the more effective.”

Tate had the voice, which many compared to Sam Cooke and Marvin Gaye. He also had a distinctive gospel-blues delivery that sticks with you for days. But the tunes came from somewhere else.

Before his quick ascent, Tate was singing in a group with Garnet Mimms. Mimms was the original singer of the Janis Joplin hit, Cry Baby. He also introduced Howard to record producer Jerry Ragovoy, who co-wrote Cry Baby. Ragovoy is known for writing Time is On My Side for the Rolling Stones and another Joplin hit, Piece of My Heart. Clearly Janis liked the songwriting of Jerry Ragovoy. In fact, she also performed this Ragovoy composition that you’ve probably come across at one time or another.

That’s Janis Joplin singing Get It While You Can from her massive second album Pearl in 1971. What you might not know is that Get it While you Can was originally performed by Howard Tate, five years earlier in 1966.

Ragovoy was taken with Tate’s voice and began recording him as a solo artist for Verve Records. Ragovoy’s memorable, punchy Northern soul production paired with Tate’s soulful blues phrasing was a perfect match.

Here’s Howard Tate’s version, the original version, of the Jerry Ragovoy penned Get It While You Can.

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That was Howard Tate with Get It While You Can from the 1966 album of the same name.

American rock critic Robert Christgau had this to say about Tate and his collaboration with Jerry Ragovoy.

“Tate is a blues-drenched Macon native who had the desire to head north and sounds it every time he gooses a lament with one of the trademark keens that signify the escape he never achieved. He brought out the best in soul pro Jerry Ragovoy, who made Tate's records jump instead of arranging them into submission, and gave him lyrics with some wit to them besides. In return, Ragovoy brought out the best in Tate.”

Despite the magical team up on early singles and a debut album, Tate recorded his second album without Ragovoy, instead working with Lloyd Price and Johnny Nash. Released in 1969, Howard Tate’s Reaction is more uptown soul than the grittier southern soul of its predecessor, but it’s another recognition worthy collection of performances.

Ragovoy and Tate reunited for 1972’s eponymous Howard Tate. This time an Atlantic release. Critics knock this album as being a notch below Ragovoy’s best songwriting, but I think it’s a worthy piece of Tate’s catalog. Tate sounds great, as always, and there are a couple of really explosive, interesting covers. The Band’s Jemima Surrender and this one.

Bob Dylan’s Girl From the North Country. Listen to this voice.

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Howard Tate covering Bob Dylan’s Girl From the North County from 1972.

After recording a handful of additional songs—one single for Epic and a few for his own label—Tate retired from the music business. Frustrated with his lack of crossover, but downright bitter about how little he was paid for his successes, which again, included 3 top 20 R&B hits—he quit. Disappeared, really.

But not everyone was ready to forget. And while his name would fade from memories over the coming decades, Howard Tate’s impact was undeniable.

One of Tate’s heroes, BB King, covered Ain’t Nobody Home. So did Bonnie Raitt.

Ry Cooder and Grand Funk covered Look At Granny Run Run

Jimi Hendrix covered Stop

Foghat covered Eight Days on the Road and so did the one and only queen if soul.

And not everyone forgot. Tate’s old partner, record producer and chief songwriter Jerry Ragovoy made many attempts to track down his old friend over the years. He contacted old business associates and got them in on the search. They all came up empty.

A New Jersey DJ named Phil Casden had developed somewhat of an obsession with Tate’s whereabouts. Casden hosted a weekly radio show, spinning soul, blues and R&B and had taken to asking his listeners for any information about the missing (by this time) cult soul legend.

Even Verve, Tate’s old record company, had given up trying to track down the long retired crooner. The 1995 CD reissue of Tate’s Verve sessions included liner notes that flat out said: Howard Tate is probably dead.

''It wasn't sufficient to leave a story like that open-ended,'' Mr. Casden said. ''I had to find out: 'Is the guy alive? Is he dead?' There had to be something more than, 'He just rode off into the sunset.' ''

In 2001 the mystery was solved. Ron Kennedy, singer of Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes recognized Tate at a grocery store and the old pals played catch up after nearly 30 years. They exchanged numbers. Kennedy put the New Jersey DJ, Casden, in touch with Tate. Casden enthusiastically announced the good news to his listeners and the soul fanatics across the internet. Howard Tate was alive! He even put Tate in touch with a lawyer to help him recoup past royalties from his reissues.

Apparently Tate had quite a loyal following overseas. Eventually, a British journalist reached out to Tate’s old partner-producer Jerry Ragovoy for a reaction. The only problem was, Ragovoy didn’t have a reaction to give because he didn’t know Tate had been found. Ragovoy was elated at the news. After reconnecting with his long lost friend and confirming he was doing well, the next thing on his mind: could Howard Tate still sing?

Before we answer that, let’s answer this: where had Tate been all those years after walking away from the music?

After becoming resentful and disheartened by his missing paydays, Tate decided to go missing himself. He didn’t intentionally go into hiding, he just bailed on the industry that he felt wronged had him.

He worked as a securities dealer with Prudential for a while and then darkness hit. He lost his 13-year-old daughter in a house fire. In 1981, after 20 years, his marriage fell apart. Soon after, Tate unraveled too. He tumbled into drug addiction and lost everything. He lived on the streets for years, struggling to get by and feed his habit. Finally, in the mid 90s, he started to climb out of the hole. He cleaned up and found god. He became a minister and dedicated his life to helping the poor and homeless.

And that brings us up to the moment of his big reunion with Jerry Ragovoy and loyal fans awareness that Howard Tate was alive and well after all those years. But now more than your die hard R&B/soul enthusiasts were interested.

But did he still have that voice? Could Howard still sing?

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Uh, yeah. Jerry Ragovoy was stunned at how strong Tate sounded after decades of being out of the game. And he was REALLY out of the game. Howard claims he never sang a note all those years. Not until Jerry approached him about recording a comeback album and got him into the studio. Tate also says he had no clue that Janis, B.B., Jimi, Ry or any of the others had ever covered his songs or took an interest in his music.

Howard and Jerry recorded a new album in 2003. It’s called Rediscovered. And remember that Elvis Costello quote from the intro to this episode? Elvis called Tate the missing link between Jackie Wilson and Al Green. Tate asked Costello to write a song for his new album and he agreed.

Let’s here that now. From his comeback album, Rediscovered, more than 3 decades in the making, here’s Howard Tate with Either Side of the Same Town, written by Elvis Costello.

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That was Either Side of the Same Town from Howard Tate’s first album after 30 hears away from the music business. But not his last.

Tate had quite the victory lap. He made numerous tv, radio and festival appearances in the ten years after his reemergence. He recorded two more studio full lengths and a live album. On December 2nd, 2011, Tate passed away of complications of multiple myeloma and leukemia.

With a superb first act and a spectacular resurrection that led to the near doubling of his recorded output, there’s plenty of Tate music to check out and enjoy.

Other sources for this segment are listed below.

I referenced several NPR features in this episode, including the obituary they did for Tate.

Deep Southern Soul - This blog did a great post on Howard Tate. Lots of other good stuff here, but they recently announced they are closing up.

Gadfly Online - Another nice write up on Tate and his back story.

New Jersey new feature - The clip of Howard talking is from this segment. They did a feature on Tate’s rediscovery.

Trunkworthy - Post about Tate and his comeback. This site digs into music, movies and TV you might have missed. They also did a post about the Elvis Costello song featured in this episode. Elvis’ version is on The Delivery Man album.

New York Times Obituary for Howard Tate

The Guardian Obituary for Howard Tate

Billboard Magazine, July 26, 2003 - Article about Howard’s return after 30 years.

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Another JoJo Mall Fanfic™ -- Welcome to Bath & Body Works (Part 1)

Beware of Part 5 & Part 2 spoilers!

This couldn't get any more awkward.

Half an hour into the mall's grand opening and there hadn't been a single soul that so much as wandered into the shop by accident; from the way that Mr. Jonathan had described it, they had anticipated a flood of people. Yet here they all were, each subconsciously claiming a corner to stand in, hoping that at least someone, anyone would care to break the heavy silence. Ten more minutes passed and their prayers still had yet to be answered.

Caesar got to work wiping an imaginary stain on the counter, Lisa Lisa soon jumping on the bandwagon and dusting the displays, Trish and Giorno mindlessly arranging the candles by scent, then by colour. They were two hours into the day when they finally heard a pair of heels clicking across the floor and through the door. Everyone's head whipped around to greet the customer.

"Welcome to Bath and Body Works! How may I help you?"

Suzi Q. staggered backwards. "Wow, I didn't expect such a warm welcome! Thank you!"

Lisa Lisa groaned inwardly at the sight of her. Trish walked towards her. "So, what may we help you with today, ma'am?"

Lisa Lisa looked away so as not to witness her crew's reactions to her reply.

"Oh, I'm not a customer, I'm gonna be working with you guys!"

Trish's jaw dropped. "S-So you're not a customer?" She repeated.

"Afraid not, dear. I'm sorry for arriving so late, I got lost on the way! I hope there wasn't too much trouble while I was gone!"

Caesar was the first to laugh. Trish was the first to sob.

'You have no idea.'

Suzi just knelt down to comfort Trish when Lisa told her to ignore it and get ready; while the former maid was busying herself with putting on her smock, they once again noticed the sound of shoes.

"Let me guess, you're supposed to work here?" Caesar grumbled.

"Uhhh....No?"

He snapped his head up at breakneck speed to see a bewildered lady clutching a few handbags. He couldn't believe his eyes. They had a customer? They had a customer! After two painstakingly long and boring hours, they finally had a customer! He had to choke back a relieved chortle, forming his leftover grin into a kind smile.

"Ah, excuse me miss, I did not mean to say that. Now, what may I help you with today, signorina?"

Confusion gone, the lady lifted a scrap of paper up to his face.

"Uh, Miss? What may we help you with?"

"Well, you can read, can't ya? I have a coupon for 30% off o' Boardwalk Taffy Fine Fragrance Mist, an' I want exactly three o' those."

"..."

"Hel-loooo?~ Is anyone home? Get me my Boardwalk Taffy Fine Fragrance Mist."

Great. The first customer of the day just had to be one of these, God couldn't let them have a break for just one second, could he? Not even after..

Caesar froze. He didn't want to think about that anymore. This was supposed to be a new chance at life, not more torment --

He straightened up, plastered a saccharine smile onto his face, and gingerly took the coupon from the woman's hand.

"Of course, sorry about that, Ma'am. I'll go get that for you right away, feel free to shop arou-"

"Ya don't have to tell me twice." Her shoulder pushed past him as she made her way to the discounted soaps.

Poor Caesar scrunched the paper in anger. 'You barbarian motherfucker.'

He made his way to the fragrance table. Meanwhile, Trish rearranged the candles for the fourth time, unaware. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder.

The pink-haired girl turned around. "Yes, Ma'am? How may I help-"

"Save it," the lady held up a manicured hand, "I just wanna know if you have any more o' these." She waved a soap bottle in front of Trish's face.

"Uh, Miss, could you please hold the bottle still? I can't read it very well."

"Read it? Shouldn't ya have it memorized? Some wonder employees they have here." She snorted.

Trish wisely chose to stay quiet and read what she could before excusing herself and returning with a similar bottle.

"Here you are, Miss."

The woman took one look at the bottle, scrunched up her nose, threw her streaked hair over her shoulder, and jutted out her chin.

"Do I look like a Japanese Cherry Blossom kinda gal? I clearly wanted Buh-lack Cher-ry Mer-lo-uh." She slowed her words. "Japanese Cherry Blossom is for little girls who like to play dress-up and pretend they know a lick about the world of fashion and fragrance."

Her thin red lips curled up into a sour simper. "Kinda like something you'd wear."

Trish opened her mouth to speak when the customer brutishly pushed the bottle into her hands. "Here, in case ya need a reminder."

Trish exchanged a glance with Lisa Lisa as the crass woman sauntered off to another display; normally they'd say something about this sort of thing, but since this was the mall's opening and she'd most likely drop a really bad review, they decided to suck it up and spare Mr. Jonathan any heartache.

'She's headed to the counter now, anyway.'

'WAIT, THE COUNTER.'

Trish spun her head around to she who was managing the counter, hopefully it wasn't who she thinks it is --

And what do you know? It was. Giorno stood listlessly behind the register. Anyone of them could've chosen to do what is basically the most exciting job right now, and yet no one except Giorno fricking Giovanna chose to do so?! Trish winced in anticipation, everyone else had a mutual understanding of how to best deal with today's customer, but she knew for a fact that Giorno wouldn't be so merciful with her.

Thankfully she snapped out of it and went to go retrieve the soaps from the stockroom before the lady opened her mouth again. Speaking of the lady, she finally stepped up to the register. Oddly enough, she didn't treat Giorno with the same hostility as everyone else, oh no. In fact, she was outright flirting with him.

"Hello signorina, I trust that everything was to your satisfaction?"

"Well, it would be if only you could satisfy me," she winked.

Unfazed, Giorno began to scan the items she picked out. "Do you have a Loyalty Rewards account with us?"

"No, but if I'm loyal to you would you give me a reward?~"

He nodded, "Anyone who signs up for the Loyalty Rewards will get numerous specials and coupons sent right to your phone. You can sign up today for free."

Blinded by his beauty, she absentmindedly drawled out her e-mail and other information, all the while sneaking in perverse comments. Trish held back her vomit as she dropped the soaps onto the table.

"Oh, there's the soaps I was waiting on! Fine-uh-lee. Do me a favour and ring these up for me, baby cheeks?~"

On the outside Giorno skrt skrt, but on the inside he hurt hurt. He now joined Trish in the silent ritual of spiritual bonding that was holding back the hellish torrent of vomit they'd spill into the toilet after this encounter.

Words cannot describe how relieved he was when the time came for her to swipe her credit card and pay. Now he'd just need to bag up her stuff and send her on her way, hopefully never to be seen again.

If only it were that easy.

The card reader made a small, jarring ERR, startling Giorno out of his daydream. He looked at his screen, 'CARD DECLINED.'

"I'm terribly sorry, but your card seems to be declined, Madam."

"HUH?! No it sure as hell isn't, lemme see," she craned her neck to read the computer screen. She began to hastily pull a myriad of receipts and whatnot out of her purse to find her phone.

"It can't be, I swear Bernard just got paid today..." She grumbled. At last, she victoriously held up her phone and punched in Bernard's number.

"Bernard... HIIIIII, SUH-WEE-TIIIIIE!~ How are ya? Uh huh, so listen, I'm out shopping for some stuff.... Of COURSE I'm having fun, thank you ba-byyy! But, there's a little uh-oh, my card got declined for some reason! It's not your fault, I know you just got paid..."

"....Whaddaya mean it's gone??" Her face slowly morphed from shock to worry to anger.

"I TOLD you NOT TO USE THE COMPUTER WITHOUT ME. I know you're a businessman and all, but se-ri-uhs-ly, Bernard, how many times has someone stolen from your account? Do you know how EMBARRASSING that is for me?? Don't ya love me?"

The rest of the crew tried their best to look away. They busied themselves with patrolling the store, hiding in the stockroom, anything, all of them choking back laughter at the scene. Meanwhile, the customer raged on, further damaging Bernard's nearly deaf ears.

She solemnly hung up. Turning around, she calmly glanced at Giorno before furiously shoving the bag's contents onto the ground along with a slew of curses. Of course, her grand debut was not complete without her kicking a few displays, huffing on her way out.

Lisa Lisa held the phone in her hands to call security, only for Giorno to stop her and gesture to the register.

The declined card still remained in the card reader, and Lisa Lisa watched in awe as he transformed the plastic to a small butterfly. A familiar face appeared not long after.

"Have..Have any of ya seen my card?!"

"No, Miss, I'm afraid we haven't. If I remember correctly, you placed it into your wallet."

"Well... If ya say so, honey bun."

Once she was out of earshot the whole shop erupted in laughter. Caesar was the first to crack, and soon he doubled over in pain from laughing so hard, Trish following along with tears streaming down her face. After a solid ten minutes of ugly cackling they tried to compose themselves, Caesar having to sit down until he could move without hurting.

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Lunchtime rolled around without a hitch. Caesar waved to the others, "I'm going out for lunch, anyone want anything?"

"Where to?"

"Rainforest Cafe."

Lisa Lisa snorted. "Nice. Can you get me the Spicy Stir-Fry, please?"

"Okay. Anyone else?"

"What's Rainforest Cafe?"

Lisa Lisa stared at Trish and Giorno with wide eyes. "You've never had it before? Why, it's one of the only places that even resemble gourmet at this fast-food-filled hellhole."

"But there's also a Dave & Buster's..."

The Hamon trainer dismissed them with a wave. "Go on now, both of you, and don't come back until you're educated in the world of mall cuisine."

"And I want some Daytona Beach Wings from Hooters, please!" Suzi added as the trio headed out.

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"The Anaconda Pasta sounds promising... I suppose I'll have that."

"And I'll have the Aloha Shrimp and Salmon, please."

"And the Spicy Stir-Fry and MoJo Bones for me, thank you."

"Alright...Will that be all?"

Caesar nodded.

"Okay, your orders should be out in a bit."

Trish eyed the waiter as he walked away.

"His hat's so tall... What weird fashion..."

Giorno looked around the place as he waited. The decor was cheesy, as he expected, but the menu didn't seem all that bad. The waiters' uniforms could use a bit of work, and maybe start regulating haircuts? That short guy over there could not have a more unflattering hairdo.

'WAIT.'

Unfortunately for him, he locked eyes with the short waiter, whose mouth dropped in utter shock. Even from across the room, Giorno swore he could hear the sharp gasp and the soft thud of the waiter's pen hitting the floor. Said waiter drew his hand up to point at the blond boy.

"Y-YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO STOLE MY LUGGAGE!"

#o shit i wrote something #Another Jojo Mall Fanfic #mall fanfic #mall au #stands exist #jjba fanfic #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizzare adventure battle tendency #vento aureo #koichi hirose #giorno giovanna #trish una #lisa lisa #caesar zeppeli #it pained me to write that lady's dialogue #spoilers #part 2 spoilers #part 5 spoilers

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11 Favorite Excerpts

In honor if it being the 11 year anniversary of the first fic I ever posted, Platinum Bound, I thought I’d list out 10 of my favorite excerpts from everything I’ve posted so far, 1 from something I haven’t posted yet, and then kind of just. Talk about it~

As always, feel free to talk to me about any of my fics, no matter how old or new~ I’m very vain~<3

1 - Come With Me - Prologue - 03/02/2015 - Completed

A day that was supposed to be filled with sorrow and mourning had turned out to be very lovely. The cold that had long persisted since November had decided to lighten its icy grip on this one day in particular. It was almost a tragedy in itself that the weather failed to match the mood by pouring a relentless downpour. Rain was fit for a funeral. Not sunshine.

The opening to Come With Me has always had a special place in my heart, and while I know my writing has gotten better since then, I always hold up this opening as like...my premium brand, I suppose. I love the mood the prologue sets up for Siebold’s side of the story. Mismatched weather. His parents having the same death date. A sense of odd relationship dynamics with them. Clear indication that there’s going to be a lot of conflict with Jean as shown by Diantha, Siebold’d childhood friend, who has a clear disdain towards him. CWM may not be my BEST WORK, but it’s probably one of my favorites. ALSO....come on...the restaurant’s name is Apple of The Earth, which is a direct translation of pomme de terre, which is French for potato. And like???? i just get a little kick out of it every time

2 - It Takes Two - 12/16/2014 - Oneshot

Siebold chuckled. “A water dark type? My, my. You’ve already put yourself at a disadvantage. Cress shook his head. “Don’t give away your secret ingredient just yet, Siebold. Leave something to the imagination, please,” he teased.

If there is ONE THING I LOVE it’s writing flirty banter for these two, and this fic if full of it. My first fic for Cress/Siebold, staking my claim on the pool noodle that is this ship. I AM the captain of this pool noodle

3 - Second Chances - Chapter 7 - 06/14/2017 - Ongoing

“It was supposed to be me!” . . . Shaking, she stopped herself in the front hallway. Looking over the large, glass-famed map, she felt as though she was leaving her own body as she slammed herself against it in a last ditch effort to feel something other than emotional pain. In an effort to put a physical wound to her emotional one.

There’s plenty of happier lines from this fic I could choose. Ch 10 had a section I was considering instead, but I think this emotionally charged section has always stood out for me. I like to generally characterize Cynthia as someone who is in control of her emotions, or at the very least, is very good at compartmentalizing things, but here, she absolutely loses it. No rationality. No seeking help. Just raw pain. It was supposed to be me. Because it was! It absolutely was! In the previous chapter you learn that Diantha had fully intended to propose to her! But was instead manipulated by her mother and manager into leaving Cynthia. While Cynthia didn’t know that, we do, and that makes that line so much more painful to me. I swear. ONE DAY. I’ll actually finish this fic.

4 - Fortune and Fame - Chapter 1 - 03/23/2016 - Completed

“The best part of that outfit would be taking it off.” Her mouth turns into a smile. “I should think so,” she tells you.

Second person POV is a HUGE pain in the ass, but I still love this silly little fic, and I love this silly little moment EVEN MORE. What can I say. I love flirty banter. This whole fic was an absolute experiment, and while it certainly could be better, considering 2POV is not something I regularly work with, I’ve never been too upset with it.

5 - Stockholm - Chapter 4 - 06/20/2016 - Ongoing

“You’re my mission and my mission alone. I don’t need outside help,” he tells me. I catch myself about to laugh. “Figured you would welcome it seeing as whatever you think you’re doing to me clearly isn’t working.” He moves closer, enough for me to feel the warmth of his body, but it’s only when I think he’s looking at my lips do I come to my senses, pulling my legs up to my person, and pushing back up against the wall. “I would say it’s working just fine.”

i like to think of this fic as me playing in a sandbox. i don’t REALLY know what i’m doing, but i’m having fun, and that’s all that matters. This is a fic I had been thinking about for the longest time. I abandoned it back in 2016. I don’t really remember why, but I posted the first update early this year, and I just. I’ve been loving it since. I haven’t played in first person in SUCH a long time, it’s just nice to play in the space, and explore a darker emotion I guess. Game verse Commander Saturn/Dawn is always a weakness of mine

6 - Shadows of My Heart - Chapter 4 - 02/22/2011 - Completed

Looking at Kellyn, I notice that he has taken his jacket off and is now offering it to me. Shaking my head, I tell him that I can't take it, even though I would love nothing more than to take him up on his offer. He walks closer, smiling as he places his jacket over me. Now, the only thing I hear is the sound of the rain bouncing off of Kellyn's jacket, and the sound my own heartbeat. I'd have to be crazy or dead to not be blushing right now, and obviously my pulse is still going…

if you’ve followed me for a few years, you might think this is a weird pick for me. i complain about it a lot. i experience a lot of visceral cringe whenever i reread it (Like i did just now searching for a section i liked) But that’s why I like it. I love having this visible benchmark of where I’ve come from, and where my ideals have shifted to. I’ve always written Kellyn as my Ideal Man™© and in this fic he is suCH A “NICE GUY” AND IT’S JUST. SO BAD. I’M SO GLAD I’M NOT WITH THE KIND OF PERSON I USED TO WISH I WAS WITH. This fic is, at best, clumsy. Younger me was venting a LOT of stuff. Everything I put Rhythmi through in the fic, I was dealing with irl, and NOT handling them well. I never recommend this for reading, but I list it here because it’s like looking in a time capsule.

7 - Washington Blues - Chapter 2 - 04/30/2012 - Abandoned Work

Looking back up at me, the afternoon sun shines on her face. As if I needed to be reminded that she is very pretty. “I believe that it is too soon to be giving a definite answer, but,” she pauses to brush some hair behind her ear, “I do believe I am going to like it here.” I nod, liking the answer she has provided. I put my pink bag over my shoulder, and step down the stairs. “That’s good to hear. I do hope you come to love our little band,” I say, putting a little emphasis on “our”. Hopefully she will start using that term as well.

This fic has been abandoned since 2012, but as I was rereading it just now, I...felt a weird urge to give it a second chance? Marching band was my EVERYTHING in high school. It was basically my personality. It and Homestuck. If nothing else, I think I might give this fic a redo, because it’s something my younger self would have loved. I had so many ideas I wanted to explore and I think it would be a fun space to explore. Just reading it I got the most tactile memories of band camp, from the sounds, all the way down to the god awful smells. One day I’ll give this fic another go, but probably in 3rd person lmao. Also, it’s kind of funny. I remember holding this fic up as like. My Magnum Opus. I considered chapter 1 to be the BEST thing I had written up to that point. Now? It’s so fucking D RY......and no real person talks like they all do l m a o I love being able to see how far I’ve come.

8 - Hindsight - Sometime Feb 2014? - Oneshot for an old RP group

This question led him to placing both of his hands in his lap. “I would never describe her as winter. It’s the season she hates the most. From what I’ve gathered during our travels together, understandably so,” he answered, not meeting her eyes.

While this fic is OLD it holds a very special place in my heart. I had stopped writing for a while. For about 2 years nothing I wrote ever really panned out, and joining that RP group was literally the best thing I could have done for my creativity. It was so much fun, and I met some truly incredible people thanks to it. Literally, everything I’ve written since I attribute to that group. <3 I may not talk to most of them anymore, but I have some of the best memories of that time, and I just. Genuinely don’t think I would have HALF of what I have written now if it hadn’t been for their support. <3

9 - Ours For The Taking - Chapter 2 - 01/28/2012 - Abandoned Work

Killing is in the nature of almost every Pokémon, but we humans have inhibited that out for the most part. It doesn't take much to trigger the instinct though. A couple kills and then they thirst for blood.

Now i know this looks like a WACK ASS PICK. It’s been abandoned since 2012. It’s bad. It’s gore. It’s bad. But that’s exactly why I picked it. That, and I know it would chap Farla’s ass bc she told me years ago how awful this fic was. The whole reason my writing confidence took a blow. I can look back and know that this fic wasn’t great, but I hate for my younger self that they were knocked down like that. You can’t learn the boundaries of your writing until you try to push them. Maybe I could have turned into a great gore/horror writer if I hadn’t been knocked down? Who knows? But because of that negative experience, I now approach all comments I leave on fics with “unconditional positive regard”. I firmly believe if someone wants con-crit they’ll ask for it, and even then, I’m not someone who is going to offer up that criticism. That’s not my jam. I’m just here for a good time. This fic may be bad, but that’s why I love it. I love how over the top, 2Edgy4me the two chapters are.

10 - Getaway Car - Chapter 5 - 01/01/2019 - Ongoing

Pulling away just enough to make them look at one another, Cynthia looked her over. She was getting more drunk admissions than she ever thought she would, and she was in no frame of mind to worry about pushing her luck. “How did that make you feel?” she asked. She let her hand trail down her arm as she spoke. “Grounded. Like nothing else in the world mattered except us in that moment. I wasn’t worried about filming, deadlines, what people might say or think, or– anything, really. All that mattered was the calm you brought me, and how without meaning to you’ve made me feel like the most important person in the room.”

It’s no secret that Getaway Car is like. MY BABY. This is MY FIC. MY BABY. I CHERISH THIS FIC FOR SO MANY REASONS. I like venting through characters, and this fic is no exception. But I loved writing this moment specifically, because it just...I think it encapsulates everything Diantha has been looking for. She lives a charmed, chaotic life. Up to that point in the fic, she’s with a man who can’t really be bothered to give her the time of day, but also can’t handle the idea of letting her go. Without meaning to, without necessarily trying to, Cynthia makes her feel like the most important person in the room. She grounds her, and someone who lives a star-studded life needs that. This fic is my baby. My everything. It’s probably what I’m known for at this point, and I’m A-OK with that because these two are my everything. (ALSO, I specifically posted this fic when I did to get Farla to leave me a review, and had a good laugh about it when she did. My “bat shit crazy” plot device has ended up being my most popular fic~)

11 - Namtaflu - Chapter _ - Draft from NaNoWriMo 2019

The sound of something rising to the surface of the water attracted everyone’s attention. Turning their eyes towards the water, one by one, countless Starmie and Staryu began to surface, floating atop the water, their bright gem center’s shining in the moonlight. “Oh, wow,” Bianca said, holding the Audino closer to herself. "What are they doing?” Hilbert asked, turning himself so he wasn’t having to strain to look at them. Cheren shrugged. “They’ve always done this.” "They’re looking at the stars,” Hilda added. “It’s what Nona would always tell me. She said she read it in a book somewhere. They surface at night to look at the stars, and they’ll even start blinking here soon.” As she said it, from out in the distance, quick flashes of red began to move along the waves, reminding both her and Cheren of fireflies from further south. Soon enough, the entire shoreline was filled with the water pokémon blinking away at the stars, almost as if they were communicating with each other, or even something else. A few Audino continued to sit with them, everyone moved to silence by the display, afraid to make a single noise, not wanting to scare them at all and make them stop. The display moved in waves, like a heartbeat, ebbing and flowing. At times they were bright enough to cast a glow onto the shore, and at others it seemed like they had collectively stopped for the night. Once Broadway and Manhattan had decided to retire for the night, the group came to an agreement that it was time they retired for the night as well. They had stayed up long past sundown, but it had been worth every second.

I won’t be posting this fic WELL until my three current ongoing fics are completed, but this fic is pretty much everything to me. I first got the idea for this fic back in 2013, my senior year of high school. I wrote the first draft my first NaNoWriMo in 2014, and did a second draft of it last year. This fic has evolved SO MUCH, but this last draft is where I’m REALLY happy with it. I firmly believe there’s never a “right time” to write a fic, but I also believe this fic absolutely benefited from me not posting it after that first draft. They’re almost two entirely different stories. The original had a lot of unhealthy relationship dynamics, and this time, i decided, FUCK THAT, and now it’s a hilda/hilbert/cheren/bianca poly fic ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ I can’t wait for the day when I actually get to share this fic with the world.

#writing tag #my fics #i spENT ALL DANG DAY ON THIS

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So now I'm aware that the sudden loud screeching noise from my son Ramani , is another vocal tic. All this time I thought it was him being silly or due to his adhd being hyperactive.

Sitting together his explaining himself to me he keeps having the urge to screech and made me realise that this is what it was all along, an involuntary vocal sound called a tic!

Were still both learning together new symptoms thay appear suddenly and I'm always making my son feel free and comfortable to speak to me about anything new or anything bothering him. We both have similar characteristics and he also knows I have my own motor tics.

After having to watch him at a young age having many motor tics such as involuntary eye rolling movements to a point I thought it was a seizure I had to take him to our local gp and get referred to a specialist for child development to find the cause.

At the child development appointment We was told it's a habit and that he will out grow it! I felt we was ignored.

Some months later my son developed along side his eye rolling tics, a mouth opening or what I'd say a mouth pulling tic.

Not long after showing ocd behaviour and hyperactivity he started to develop another tic having to lick his lips over and over again until they was red raw and cracked. This was for around 6 months on and off.

Again docs and specialists told me it was a habit and he outgrow this. Now after some more time my son had eye rolling, mouth pulling, licking lips and then developed a grunting sound from his throat. Grunting is a vocal tic I had researched and to which I tried to stress to new specialists who we was referred to and was ignored again!

From the age of 3 to aged 7 my son developed both vocal and motor tics lasting many years on and off and waxing and waning... grunting, sniffing, saying inappropriate words, eye rolling and more movement tics I was fully aware after my research that this was a criteria of Tourettes syndrome.

I stressed to many specialists and to our family that this is what I believe it was and we still ignored.

I started to then keep a diary myself of all tics and new ones, also new behaviours and I also video his worst days.

School didnt notice no tics also when we was at the doctors appointments he never showed tics, how come? Why? I stressed myself how could this be possible noone sees his tics other than being at home with myself or with his father at weekends!

After speaking to his teacher one day asking if his seen any tics, I was told that my son never showed any tics in school and was told maybe he was stressed at home!

Wow now I'm to blame! Teacher thinks im lying!

Later after some time I asked his teacher to watch a recording that I had of my son sitting calmly and relaxed on my sofa watching tele.

His teacher was shocked! Told me my son looks calm and not stressed and has never seen this in his lessons. Now my son is aged 8 here by then. Around this time his younger brother Rys who is 1 year younger than him started to now develop motor tics, excessive eye blinking, nose twitching, lip licking and sniffing! Now this is serious, I want answers. I'm now having to take Rys for assessments too.

We attended many appointments and more referrals were done but, one specialist tried accusing me of emotionally abusing my son Ramani because I was taking him to too many diffrent doctors and not getting a diagnosis. Sometime after Rys showed signs of tics, my eldest son Rye then started to having a mouth opening movement and eye rolling tonone side then developed sniffing and muscle pulling in the neck!. Now theres definitely a genetic thing going on here and it most definitely isnt from there dad because they have diffrent dads. Not only had my eldest now got tics but also dermatillamania where he picks at his skin.

It wasn't until I had my last referral to a London tourettes specialist that I finally after 8 years of fighting and trying to support my son that the doc see my son and questioned him about his tics and family background which I stated his younger brother has now started to develop tics. The doctor then asked to show him a video I had and within 30 seconds of the video being watched he diagnosed my son with tourettes and ocd!

The relief I felt, I did it, I won the fight, I knew it!

Now since the diagnosis for Ramani and then continuing to support my other 2 showing challanging behaviour, Ramani started year 7 secondary school and by Easter that year he was becoming difficult. Poor attention, restless, tics becoming more apparent, impulsive behaviour and more. After some more assessments he was developed with ADHD and put on medication.

Rys later was having problems with ocd behaviours having to do routines and equal things out to feel right, he also was diagnosed with trichtilomania where he pulls his hair out. After more assessments Rys was diagnosed ODD oppositional defiant disorder. Now as a family we have a lot of things going on. But seems theres a strong connection from my Gene's and all neurological.

I have Bipolar disorder, BPD, tics, and OCD.

Ramani at aged 12 was then diagnosed with paranoia and possible Bipolar! We are told to keep a diary of any odd behaviours than usual. On high Days he wont sleep or eat, gets goofy, acts drunk and needs alot of my attention. When low mood he cant walk up, is extremely tired and cant do anything.

Or days his manic and down together where he suddenly becomes tired after being active and goes to sleep then wakes 1 hour later being active again.

I also have my youngest boy Kodie. His 6 years old. I said for the past 2 years that Kodie has no signs of tics or behaviour problems. Aged 4 Kodie still has no signs and I'm happy because surely one my kids need to be free from problems!.

Kodie shows signs now aged 6 of dyslexia but still early days to test I'm told.

Anyway recording Kodie singing a song and looking closely to him guess what?, his got a lip licking and lick biting tic! Oh my god. I'm now just shaken and scared what the future is for him now. His mouth red raw and sore. How can this happen? Not my little boy.

To be continued...

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lovemychoices · 4 years

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W.I.P Sunday Wednesday. What day?

Thanks @desiree-0816 @annekebbphotography @thecordoniandiaries for the tag. I know I suck at keeping up with these things. Between work and my social life right now everything is just HECTIC and will probably stay that way until after the new years Chinese New Year. No promises when all of these will be out but like hopefully within this month?

BEFORE THERE WAS YOU (TRR AU) LIAM X MC X LEO

Leo was just outside the stables working on his motorcycle shirtless, when Eve happened to pass by. She paused on her feet, her eyes gazed at his perfectly toned body, how it glistens under the afternoon sun. Damn those Rys brothers and their greek god bodies. She swallows hard before clearing her throat.

“Is that a Harley Street Rod?”

Leo stopped at what he was doing to look over his shoulder. “Good eye, you have one of these two?”

“I’m more of a Ducati person but this is pretty sweet too.”

Leo tosses the wrench into the toolbox next to him and gets up. He takes the towel on his bike and wipes the sweat off his face and body before tossing it back on his shoulder.

“Yeah I have one of those too. But the street rod is more cross country friendly. Don’t you agree?”

He grinned

Her eyes widened and her mouth slightly opened as he stood there in front of her. Stop staring at his abs you IDIOT! Eve quick shook her head moving her attention from his body to his face. “I uh.. Yeah.. Totally agree.” She stutters.”

“So how are you liking the country side of Cordonia so far?”

Eve shrugs. “I don’t know. I haven’t really been outside of applewood manor since we got here. Between the seasonal events and ethics class from Bertrand, Liam always being busy. There never was the right time to go exploring.”

“I’m pretty free now, I could show you around?”

PLAYING WITH FIRE (ROD AU) COLT X MC

“Mind telling me what’s this?” Riya asked holding up an orange pill bottle. “What do you even need Oxycodone for?”

“Omg.. Did you just go through my stuff without my permission?!” She retorted, her hands balling into a fist. “You have no right to do that Riya.”

“I was short on cash and looked through you purse to borrow some. Maybe it’s a good thing I did or who knows how long your drug addiction was going to continue.” She xxxxxxx. “Is that why you’ve been so chill the past few months? Because you’ve been using? What else have you been using? Heroin? Cocaine?”

“I’m not a drug addict if that’s what you’re implying, I only use them when I go to parties or when I’m feeling stressed out.” She folds her arms her with her eyes downcast. “And for the record I don’t do heroin or cocaine. I’m mostly on prescription pill and occasionally Molly.”

“Kaela how could you be so stupid?! Grieving is one thing but this?!”

“Don’t talk to me like you know what it’s like to feel grief. I tried to grieve him, Riya. Trust me I've got grieving down to a science at this point. But every time I let it sink in that I'm never gonna see you again, I feel like I'm gonna die.” She whimpered. “I— I want to die!

“You can’t say things like that Kaela.”

“And why not? It’s the truth! I can’t do this anymore.. I’m sorry.. I need to go somewhere.” She said taking her purse from the counter and storms out of the apartment, Riya chasing her shortly after into the parking lot “Kaela where are you going, you can’t do this you need help. Just talk to me please!” She pleaded reaching to take her hand but Kaela

“Omg! Riya can you like not!” She belted as she pushed Riya’s hand away. “Just leave me alone!” She quickly gets into her car and drives away while Riya watches her from behind.

ALWAYS BE MY DRIVE (ROD AU) Colt x MC x Logan

Spring 2012

After dinner and some cake Colt and Emma got ready to head to the mall. They were at foyer about to leave when Emma remembered something. “Colt, wait I almost forgot. Wait here for a minute.” She said and hurried up the stairs coming back a few seconds later with a baby blue colored gift bag in her hand. “Happy birthday Colt, I hope you like it.” She beamed, handing the gift bag.

“Emma, you really didn’t have to give me anything.”

“Of course I do, it’s your thirteenth birthday. You’ve officially entered the teen zone and you deserve something special to remember it by.”

Colt smiled, he opened the bag and took out navy blue colored polaroid camera. “This is…”

“You don’t like?”

“What? No.. I was going to say this is the best gift I have so far. Thank you Em.” He said pulling her into a hug. They pulled a part a moment later Colt gave her curious look. “How did you know I wanted one of these?”

Emma chuckled. “You know by now not to underestimate how well I know you Colt Kaneko.”

“I guess I should know better by now huh?” He grinned. He looked down at the camera in his hand and had an idea. “Hey Em, smile at the camera won’t you? You’ll be the first official photo I take with it.”

She gave her best smile and he clicked on the button, a polaroid photo came out of the camera. Colt gently shook the picture to let it dry, a few seconds later he looked at the picture and smiled. “How do I look?” She asked. “You look perfect.” He replied and showed her the picture, she smiled then tiptoes up to kiss him on the cheek. “C'mon let’s go before the mall closes.”

THE LOST PRINCE (TRR x TRH AU) Liam x MC

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Riley asked leaning against the door frame with her arms folded as she watched her husband packed his clothes into a suitcase. “I don’t understand why cant send Hakim like you always do?”

Liam puts the last of his clothing and zipped his luggage shut before turning to his wife. “ Because they wanted to meet with me personally and nobody else. Besides ...” He turned and sauntered toward Riley placing his hands on her shoulder, placing a kiss on her forehead. “I need you here to look after things while I’m gone, especially since we’re expecting visitors from Auvernal in a few days.”

Riley gave a forced smile, ever since she mentioned about the whole surrogate thing he has been acting a little differently, like there was something he was hiding from her. She was beginning to think he was doubting her as his wife. “If I must.”

“I promise to bring you a box of cronuts from your favourite shop in New York.”

“Make that two boxes.” She grinned and tiptoed to kiss him on the lips. Not having a clue about the secret her husband was keeping from her, that he wasn’t going to New York for a diplomatic meeting but was traveling to LA instead to meet with the son he never knew he had.

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Coming Soon

LEGACIES (MODERN DAY D&D AU)

Reign impatiently taps her foot on the carpet of the taxi, the traffic approaching Madison Avenue was a nightmare. It was already 0930am, she had less than 30 minutes to get to her interview and she wasn’t going to make it at this rate. OMG. I’m never going to make it at this rate! Time for plan B. “Excuse me, how far is it from here to Foredale Consolidated?”

“Three blocks..”

Three blocks? I can make it. “Here keep the change.” She said handing the driver a 20 dollar bill before bolting out of the yellow cab.

You can do this Reign, you’ve ran marathons before. Not in heels but if that lady in Jurassic World can do it, so can you! Two blocks.. pfft.. childsplay.

A little while later Reign finally reaches the opposite road of Foredale consolidated. She bends down, both hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. “I… made it..” she pants, straightening back up a while later, trying to compose herself. “Just a little bit more.” My feet is going to kill me after this.

She was so focused on getting to the building didn't look twice before crossing the road and almost gets hit by a town car. BEEP! BEEP! The driver honks at her. “Sorry! Sorry!” She apologize raising both hands up before continuing to walk towards Foredale Consolidated in a fast pace.

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#playchoices #liam x mc #colt x mc #ernest x mc #logan x mc #long post #playchoice au #playchoice : ride or die #playchoices : desire & decorum #playchoices : the royal romance

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The Line - Drake x Mc

- Part one -

Characters: Drake Walker ( Michiel Huisman ) Elle Garden ( Lily James ) Liam Rhys ( Chris Hemsworth ) and my new OC Jack Evans

Rated: it’s a little more emotional than I usually write, but I’m really proud of it and I’m trying really hard to make it as good as I can! Some chapters may be rated R? I’m not sure yet!

Tagging: my usuals, but if you don’t want to be tagged just let me know! I don’t want to bother you :) @simplyaiden-blog @butindeed @mfackenthal @confessionsofabrokegirl @american-duchess @drakelover78 @monosodiumglutamateme @crookedslimecreatorpasta @mrsdrakewalkerblog @traeumerinwitzhelden @gardeningourmet @speedyoperarascalparty @agent-zephyrkah @snyggflicka @sleepwalkingelite @nikkis1983 @choicesmacmakes @simsvetements

- The Line -

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Halloween Night, 2013

My hands grasped tightly into the porcelain sink, I stare at my reflection deeply, my heart pounding nearly as loud as the rock music outside the room. The bluish hue of the fluorescent lights casts an unflattering shadow across my face, making my eyes look like two hollow stones. I don’t care anymore. I couldn’t care less about anything other than that line. I can’t do it. I wouldn’t be able to do it. I don’t know if I’m strong enough.

I take off my stupid cat ear headband, tossing it onto the floor in frustration. The damn thing has been giving me a headache all night. Shaking, I bring my wrist up, glancing at the face of my watch. Squinting through the dim light, I realize that it’s been just over a minute. My stomach twists as I realize it’s time. I close my eyes for a moment, taking a breath to steady myself, trying to calm down. You got through one and a half years of college, you can do this I tell myself as I open my eyes, reaching for the one small thing that could change my life in an instant. It barely weighs an ounce but carries an infinite weight with it. Holding my breath, as if in slow motion, I flip over the white stick.

My eyes find the two strips on the little square and with my heart leaping out of my chest, I glance at the key, in which two pink lines means pregnant. Its like a freight train hits me square in my chest. I blink, taking a shakey breath, steadying myself with a hand to my stomach. You idiot. You fucking idiot! I scold myself, tears springing to my eyes. Pregnant. I’m pregnant.

I stand there, frozen in shock. I look back up at the mirror, gulping as a sour feeling falls over me. I see a scared girl standing there in a leather dress, smudged makeup, clutching a white stick in her left hand. Her hands shakes slightly, her eyebrows pulled together in worry and fear.

No. No. I will not be weak. For this baby I will be strong. I will provide for this life growing inside me. I have always been afraid to do anything in life, to go after my dreams, to start at college, Hell, it took me 18 years to even think about being ready to drive. Not anymore. I’m responsible for this little baby and I will put this baby before anything else in this shitty world. I touch my lower stomach tenderly, and smile. I can do this.

It’s just you and me now babe.

I glance back up at the reflection, this time seeing a woman with a determined look on her face and a hand on her stomach.

We can do this.

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6 years later -

“Hey Elle, mind cleaning up table 7?” Drake asks me from behind the bar, slinging a dish towel over his shoulder. I nod, clipping one of my stray hairs back and making sure my apron is tied around my waist. “Yeah no problem. But uh, after that I got to go to pick up a special someone,” I say with a wink, and Drake grins knowingly, his dimples showing behind his stubble. “Yeah yeah I know. Just clean up and then you can go,” He says and I smile gratefully, heading to the other side of the small coffee shop, grabbing the mugs and trash, quickly putting it away and wiping the small table down.

Drake hands me my tips for the day, and I drop the handful of change into my purse, slinging it over my shoulder. “Don’t be late again tomorrow,” Drake says with a look and I smile sheepishly about to come up with an excuse but he just raises his eyebrows, crossing his arms over his denim button-up. “Be here at 7,” He says sternly and I nod and turn, heading out the door. “Alright, Well I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow around 8:30-ish!” I shout over my shoulder as I plush through the old door, ringing the bell above me. “7!” Drake yells after me, but I grin as I make my way down the street, pretending I didn’t hear him. I wrap my coat tighter around my uniform, tightening the belt around my waist to keep myself covered. The October chill is a bit shocking after spending my day in the small, warm, coffee shop. I grin anyway, excitement bubbling within me at the thought of seeing my baby after such a long day.

I eventually round the corner and walk up to the kindergarten just as the doors open. Small children pour out, running towards their parents, large grins on their faces. I look for my baby, and I hear the familiar “Mommy!!” And before I know it, the love of my life leaps into my arms, shrieking with laughter. “Hey baby!” I chuckle, holding up my daughter, twirling her around as she giggles uncontrollably. “How was school?” I ask once I stop twirling her, bringing her carefully to the ground. “It was fun! We learnt the alphababet!” She says enthusiastically and I chuckle. “It’s alphabet Dani,” I correct her, brushing her wavy brown hair from her face. “Okay mommy,” She says with a small smile, her dimples showing.

My heart feels full as I can’t help but smile too, reaching over to grab her Star Wars backpack. She turns and stretches her arms and I slip it off her, slinging it over my other shoulder. “Alright, want to head home? I’m making mommy pizzas tonight!” I sing, making her face light up. “Really?” She asks, jumping up and down. “Yep!” I laugh, and she grins as I reach down for her hand. We start down the road, hand in hand, our feet crunching on the leaves. I own an old truck that my dad gave me years ago, but I prefer walking anyway. It also saves gas money.

We walk for a bit, and Dani is quieter than normal. As we start to enter our neighborhood, I turn to her. “Is something bothering you D?” I ask, and she shrugs, looking down. “Come on babe, tell me,” I say, and she sighs lightly. “Mommy, why don’t I have a Daddy? Like the other kids?” My heart sinks and I slow down, my mind racing. I knew this would come up eventually, just not so soon. I stop, kneeling down in front of Dani, holding both her hands, my mind running a mile a minute, trying to figure out how to tell my poor daughter why she doesn’t have a dad. “You know how in fairytales how the princess finds her prince? And they live happily ever after then have their own princesses and princes?” I ask, and Dani nods, her dark brown eyes watching me intently.

I swallow and carry on. “Well, mommy never found her prince- or did I? oh- that’s not the point,” I say quickly, a blush creeping up unexpectedly. “I was blessed with you before I could find my true prince. And I couldn’t be more grateful baby. I love you with all my heart okay?” I say, and she nods slowly, taking in the information. “Ok. I think that’s okay.” She says, and I smile. “That’s my girl.” I say with a wink, and once again I grab her hand, leading her home.

After our small talk, her mood lightens up and she doesn’t want to stop talking. She goes on and on about her class and her new plant that she needs to take care of, and I cannot stop smiling. Everyday this little person makes me so happy and fills my life with such joy. I had no idea back in that grimy bathroom on that terrible night that I would one day be here with my amazing daughter, but here I am. And nothing can seem to go wrong.

We reach our small home, and stop when I spot the moving truck next door. “What’s that?” Dani asks me, and I turn to her. “It’s what people use to move their furniture when they move house. It looks like we got some neighbors finally,” I say, squinting my eyes to see if I can spot them. A couple of moving workers go back and forth, and I realize I should probably be nice and say hi. I glance back at our house for a second, wondering if I can get away with a plate of cookies and hopefully never have to interact with them again when suddenly Dani let’s go of my hand. My stomach drops and I widen my eyes and whirl around, watching her sprint over to the moving truck. “Dani!” I shout, running after her as she goes around the large moving vehicle.

As I round the corner of the truck, I see her clutched onto to someone’s legs, I drop down in relief, grabbing my child. “Oh my god I’m so sor...ry,” I say, trailing off as I get the full view of my new neighbor, widening my eyes in disbelief at the man in front of me.

The man who broke my heart.

The man who hurt me for so many years.

The father to my child.

Liam Rhys.

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So that’s it so far! What did you guys think? I’ve been toying with this idea for a while and I’m pretty excited about the storyline!

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mbakusthrone · 6 years

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Work For Me [M’Baku x Reader] Chapter 1: Worst Day Ever

To survive one morning, just one morning, as M’Baku’s assistant, there were a couple of very crucial things that need to happen.

First, you must wake up at a crisp 4:00 in the morning. M’Baku wakes up at 5, so you already have to be on the ball before his eyes open.

Second, you must be out the door at exactly 4:28. Specifically, the first 30 seconds of 4:28, otherwise traffic becomes jam packed and you aren’t going anywhere faster than 6 mph.

Third, you must sprint to the Pine Hills Bakery and order three ‘Everything Bagels’ with extra cream cheese and six fruit cups. Six. They yell at you every morning, but it doesn’t matter because you would rather have a short, angry mustached baker yell at you than M’Baku. You’d take Bagel Mario any day before you angered M’Baku. You musn’t forget to pick every single sesame seed off of each bagel or M’Baku will season and roast you alive. You can do this while driving, because who needs safety if M’Baku would kill you anyway for making him eat a sesame seed?

Fourth, you had BETTER be on time to Starbucks to order M’Baku’s TWO Venti Mocha Frappuccinos with a quadruple shot of espresso, two scoops of protein powder, 3 pumps of vanilla, triple blended with extra whip cream with coffee grounds and chocolate flakes sprinkled on top. And yes, the baristas glare at you every time. Order yourself a tea and a breakfast sandwich because you WILL be starving and you WILL not have time to make yourself breakfast.

Fifth, you need to be in the office by exactly 5:15 to go over any reports, answer all of M’Baku’s morning emails. DO NOT let him answer any of his own morning emails. M’Baku hates emails.

And finally, as soon as you hear M’Baku’s thundering steps nearing the top of the stairs, he always takes the stairs, you need to be by the door, holding his coffee ready for him (his other coffee is on his desk, transferred to a mug, sitting on a warmer sitting right next to his fruit that has been transferred to a giant bowl with a golden fork waiting for him) in one hand, a daily report for him in the other hand. His bagels needed to be artistically plated on his desk.

This morning...none of these extremely crucial details went right.

First...your eyes flew open at 4:26. Your boyfriend, Ry, was snuggly wrapped against you. You leaped out of bed, shrieking like a banshee.

“WHY didn’t you wake me up!!” You wailed, shrugging on a work blouse and skirt.

“You seemed so peaceful babe, I didn’t want to wake you!” You stared poison daggers into his soul. It almost seemed like Ry was trying to sabotage your career. Before you had gotten this job, you and Ry had all the time in the world for each other. You were both artists, and had met in college. You both had worked odd jobs to afford a measly apartment and art supplies, and you both loved it. There wasn’t a night where you both weren’t spending hours painting and sketching. But now, things had changed. After an eviction notice and the lights getting turned off, you knew you needed stability. You needed a paycheck you could depend on. You needed this job, and you needed M’Baku. As much as you hated your boss with all your heart, the man paid well. Still...you were trying to make it up to Ry. You had a big evening planned tonight, just for the two of you.

“I’ve got to go! There is a HUGE client meeting today, if I’m not there I am FIRED.” You shoved your feet into some heels and sprinted out the door.

Second...Because of slow traffic, you reached the Pine Hills Bakery too late. There were no more Everything Bagels, and only two fruit cups left. You bought the remaining fruit cups and all the Pretzel Bagels they had. Your heart thudded in your throat as you thought of the possible scenarios of what could happen when M’Baku took a bite into the Pretzel Bagel. You wondered how long the fall would be from M’baku’s office window to the ground.

Third….The Starbucks line had filed out the door and out into the street. There was no way you would be able to get his drinks in time. Tears filled your eyes and a familiar anxiety set in your chest. Before you could break down, you closed your eyes, took a breath, and willed the tears to disappear. There was no time for crying when your job was on the line. You sprinted to the small coffee shop down the street and ordered TWO large mocha frapuccinos with a quadruple shot of espresso, two scoops of protein powder, 3 pumps of vanilla, triple blended with extra whip cream and coffee grounds and chocolate flakes sprinkled on top. You ordered yourself a hot lemon water. There was no time to order food for yourself. They didn’t have any chocolate flakes. You told them it was fine. It was fine for them anyway. You would be spit roasting above a fire in less than an hour.

Fourth...By the time you had rode the elevator up 100 floors, transferred M’Baku’s coffee and spooned his fruit into his bowl, he was already walking up the steps. You scurried to the door and held out his drink, report hand empty.

The door opened and in walked M’Baku. His massive frame took up the whole doorway. He was wearing an expertly tailored dark purple pinstripe suit with a lilac tie. His muscles rippled even from under his layers. His polished shoes took a step towards you, his deep breaths tickling the top of your head. He must have just gotten a fresh cut, his beard was shaved sharply around his lush cheeks. The smell of his cologne was so familiar it gave you anxiety. There was a harsh, unforgiving look on his face as he stared down at you.

“Good morning, sir.” You said confidently, as if you hadn’t been through World War II to get to work today. M’Baku continued to stare down at you, his eyebrow arching to a judgemental peak.

“You look ridiculous.”

You looked up at him questioningly.

“Sir?”

“Did you choose your shoes with your eyes closed today, Y/N?” M’Baku said, his deep voice vibrating through your bones. You slowly looked down to see that your left foot was sporting a sleek, black heel. The right? A navy blue sandal wedge. No wonder you were walking weird all morning. Shame and embarrassment rushed down your body as you tried to find the words to explain yourself. Giving you no time to respond, M’Baku roughly grabbed his drink and turned, taking a big sip out of the cup. “BAH!!” M’Baku yelped as he suddenly spat the drink out, right onto the carpeted floor.

“SIR!? Are you alright!?”

M’Baku turned to you, wide eyed fury painting his expression. He took the top off he drink and poured it on the ground. It was hot lemon water. You heart sank into your stomach. “Oh...Oh my goodness sir I am so sorry, that wasn’t meant for y-”

“CLEARLY!” M’Baku barked. “Clean this up!” He threw the cup on the ground, turned and walked away. “And where the hell are my reports!!”

Your desk was right outside M’Baku’s office. You smoothly slid into your seat and turned on your computer. A bright blue screen flashed at you, with unidentifiable code scrolling across the screen. This was not normal. Suddenly a bar popped up at the bottom. It read: DELETING HARD DRIVE - 6%. O-Oh. Oh. Oh no. You frantically pressed any and every button, desperate to reverse WHATEVER it is that you had done. The bar suddenly sped up. DELETING HARD DRIVE - 30%.

“No!!!” You squealed.

“NO!!” M’Baku suddenly roared from his desk. A pretzel bagel flew out of his door and bounced on the ground beside you. It had one bite taken out of it. Two more bagels flew out after it. “Y/N!! wHY dO I sEE EMAILS!!!”

“Uh...just a second sir!!”

Picking up your office phone, you frantically dialed.

“Hello, thank you for calling the IT departm-”

“Imani!! Thank God you picked up…” You said breathlessly.

“Y/N? Girl that’s you? Why didn’t you say so you had me using my white lady voice and everything…”

“Imani, I don’t have any time, my computer is deleting it’s hard drive for SOME reason and I need it! I am having a code red right now.”

“Code red? M’Baku having a M’melt down right now? If I was you I would use all that passion he got and-”

“IMANI!!”

“I’m just playing girl hold on…” Through the phone, you could hear your best friend click-clacking away on her computer. Suddenly, your computer screen went white and your username appeared. “Is that better?”

“Imani you are an ANGEL, girl I owe you lunch!”

“Y/N you owe me like seven lunches right now, I haven’t had one of em.”

“Shut up, okay, I love you bye!” You hung up on her. She’d forgive you once you brought her a case of Popeye’s biscuits...whenever you got the chance.

M’Baku’s office was designed perfectly for him. It was a large room painted with dark and light greys, with a dark colored wood as the base for most of the furniture. It was Jabari wood, from his country. You laid your late reports on the Jabari wooden desk as M’Baku ignored you, his eyes plastered to his computer screen.

“Sir?” You questioned, he grunted in response. “I just wanted to apologize for my behavior this morning…” M’Baku froze, an unreadable expression on his face, you continued. “I have never been late in the four months that I’ve worked here and I just didn’t want you to think that this will be a reoccurring mistake-”

“Y/N.” His voice cut you off. He turned to you, his eyes cutting into yours. You felt your skin go numb, and your throat felt dry, but you didn’t know why.

“Sir?”

“I’m not interested in your excuses. Get ready for the client meeting. Do NOT be late.”

“Yes sir.” You said curtly. You turned on your heels and headed for the door.

You hated that man.

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theroyalweisme · 6 years

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Duties of a Prince - Chapter 30 - Leo x Liam x MC

A little AU of what would have happened at Leo’s fling before the social season to determine his bride kicks off.

Rating: For mature audiences… language and themes as the story continues.

(A RoE and TRR Crossover)

Summary:

Two brothers who couldn’t be more different if they tried. One out to be the life of the party. The other understanding both of they’re roles and determined to fulfill them all. But what happens when they fall for the same girl?

A/N - I’m sure you’ve all noticed that Wednesday did not have a chapter... We’re heading back to 1 per week for a bit... I have other fics I want to explore and live has gotten a little busy right now. Posts will be up on Saturday mornings :)

Word count: approximately 1500

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Leo tapped his fingers against his thigh as the elevator took him up to the hotel suite he was sharing with his brother. His decision had been made, he would talk to his father and stay behind in New York for a few weeks.

She was pregnant. She was pregnant with his son, he was positive of that. There was no way he was letting her out of his grasps. He’d prove to her that he could be the man she needed him to be. That he could be the father that his son needed him to be. And that by his side was where they both needed to be.

Whistling took over the tapping as the elevator opened to his floor and his feet took him towards his room. He rubbed his stubble covered chin, feeling the stupid smile that hadn’t left his lips since he’d come to his decision as he slid his key card into the lock and pulled open the door.

His mind was completely focused on the steps he needed to take that he didn’t see the fist flying at his face in time to duck out of the way.

“What the hell?!” He cried stumbling back onto his knee in the hallway and holding the side of his face as it began to throb. His gaze moved back to the doorway to find his brother standing there with his fists and jaw clenched tightly and rage blazing in his glare. “What the ever loving fuck, Liam?”

Leo scrambled to his feet before shoving his younger brother back into their room.

“You couldn’t have just left her the fuck alone, Leo?” The younger man seethed, shoving at his brother’s shoulders. “You couldn’t give me this one thing? One thing!”

“I wouldn’t have had to comfort her if you hadn’t left her alone at every fucking opportunity,” Leo shrugged nonchalantly, heading towards the ice bucket as his cheekbone continued to throb. Liam’s hand gripped his bicep, turning him harshly as a second fist flew through the air. Leo had anticipated this blow, however, and ducked under his brother’s swinging arm before tackling him to the ground.

Both boys rolled around the ground, trying to get the advantage over the other and not hearing the suite door open again.

“What on God’s green earth is going on in here?” Constantine’s voice boomed through the room. The boys scrambled to their feet, pushing at each other again for good measure.

“Father,” Liam started as Leo stepped forward towards the man.

“I wish to stay in New York,” the older brother announced brashly. The room hushed, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Have you lost your mind?” Constantine addressed his eldest child while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Actually, Father,” Leo’s grin grew. “I think I’ve finally found it. Sabrina is pregnant. It’s my child.”

Constantine’s eyes narrowed as Regina cleared her throat near the door.

“This may not be a bad thing, Constantine...” she whispered to her husband as he approached her. “He can’t be in the public eye with the injury I’m sure he’s going to wake up with.”

Constantine studied his oldest child for a moment, the cheek Liam had connected with a brilliant red under his eye, promising to turn an ugly purple in the next several hours. He slowly rubbed his lower lip in thought.

“Fine. We will set you up with an apartment here,” he nodded thoughtfully, Leo’s smile returning to his face. “But... you need to speak with Ms. Pierson’s father. If you receive his permission to stay and court his daughter, then you may stay.”

“Father!” Liam exclaimed. “What about the social season? Everyone is expecting Leo to choose a bride next week.”

“I will handle the court, Liam,” Regina nodded to the younger man. “If Leo is correct and this child is his... we cannot allow the heir to the Cordonian throne to be raised outside of our sphere of influence.”

“I’m more concerned about my son being raised without me there, Regina,” Leo held back a roll of his eyes at his step-mother’s motives.

“Don’t be a romantic, Leo,” she scolded. “A Cordonian heir must be raised in Cordonia. They must learn our ways. Our customs.”

“Yes, yes, my dear,” Constantine cajoled his wife. “Go and find Coilin Peters, boy. We will deal with the consequences as they fall.”

Leo nodded, a small smile reappearing on his lips as he headed back towards the door.

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A black car was waiting in the drive path of the hotel as Leo exited the building, trying to plot his next move.

“Leo Rys?” The large dark-haired man leaning against the vehicle stepped into the walkway. “The boss would like to see you.”

Leo looked around him for the other person this man was talking to.

“Excuse me?” Leo asked. “Who’s your boss? Who the hell are you?”

“Someone with a mutual interest in Sabrina Pierson,” the dark-haired man pulled the back door open. Leo sighed gently before climbing into the back seat still uneasy with the prospect the man was offering, but knowing he needed to do whatever to win her.

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Leo followed the large man into the warehouse the car stopped in front of and up a long set of stairs to an impressive solid oak door. The large man knocked roughly on the door before a disembodied voice called out. The large man pushed open the door, holding a hand up to keep the young man in place.

“Thug mé duit Leo Rys, Boss[1],” he spoke into the room.

“Den scoth, Padraig[2],” the voice called out. “Tabhair dó anseo[3].”

Padraig stepped back into the hallway, ushering Leo into the large, dark office.

Cold blue eyes stared at him from across the sturdy oak desk. The blue in those eyes was so similar to Sabrina’s it made a cold chill run straight down his spine. And although the colour was so close they missed the warmth, the laughter.

“Mr. Rys,” the man behind the desk motioned towards the chair in front of his desk. “Please, sit.”

“Mr. Peters, I presume,” Leo nodded to the man, as he took the offered seat and folded his hands in his lap. “You’ve called for me. How can I help you?”

Coilin slid several pages across the desk towards the younger man.

“I’d like to know what it is you need to tell my daughter,” Leo gathered the papers, reading his own emails meant for Sabrina.

“That would be between your daughter and myself, Mr. Peters,” Leo gently placed the sheets of papers back on the man’s desk, keeping eye contact the entire time. “I do, however, wish to talk to you about your daughter.”

Coilin sat back in his oversized leather chair motioning for the young man to continue before placing his hands under his chin, his fingers steepled thoughtfully.

“Well...” Leo breathed deeply, fortifying himself for what he had to say. “I’d like your permission to court your daughter.”

Leo watched as the older man’s cold blue eyes glinted in shock briefly before settling back into their hard glare.

“And why should I allow you to ‘court’ my only child?” Coilin’s words were slow and deliberate.

“Well...” Leo smiled softly to himself, twisting the simple ring on the smallest finger of his right hand. “To begin with... I love your daughter, sir, and want nothing more than to drape her in the finest silks and most glittering gems. I want her and the baby to want for absolutely nothing.”

“So you are aware of the predicament my daughter seems to find herself in...” Coilin studied the young man closely. Leo sat in front of the older man stoically, not allowing any emotion to show on his face.

“I am,” Coilin nodded thoughtfully.

“And you’d be willing to take her, and the child, as yours even if the child turned out to be your brother’s?” Coilin watched as emotions quickly and almost unnoticeably flit across the young man’s face before his features settled into a blank expression.

“I would care for Sabrina and her baby as they were both my own,” Leo’s eyes softened at the thought of her at his side. “I’d like nothing more than to make her a queen.”

Coilin nodded, sitting back in the high backed leather chair. Moments of silence passed between the men as they both studied the other carefully. Making the first move, Coilin leaning forward in his chair.

“Padraig, teacht isteach anseo[4],” the elder man call through the room, the heavy door opened slowly as the dark-haired man appeared. “Take Mr. Rys to see Ms. Pierson.”

Leo stood from the chair, nodding to the man across from him before following the dark-haired man out of the room.

[1] I have Leo Rys for you, Boss

[2] Excellent, Padraig

[3] Send him in

[4] Padraig, come in here

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salty-dracon · 5 years

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ace hang plays calling cipher part 2

(Last Time on Calling Cipher... )

Lily, screaming, and banging her hands on the table: LET RILEY SAY FUCK

(jump cut)

Lily, screaming: LET RILEY SAY FUCK OUT LOUD! NOT IN HER HEAD! WE ALL SAY FUCK INTERNALLY! AAAAA

Brid: Lily, I am begging you to calm down. This is a video game!

Lily: *literally falls off her chair*

Brid: Lily? Lily, are you okay? Lily?

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Brid: Hey guys, Ace Hang is back again with more Calling Cipher! I’m Bridget!

Lily: And I’m Lily!

Brid: When we last left off, we finished the prologue, met our protagonist, thirsted over her...

Lily: Mostly that.

Brid: She was so cute, though...

Lily: We also met a few characters, thank god we’re not the only girl here, learned there was some kind of conspiracy going on, and now we’re playing detective because we’re dumb and foolish, and we’ve recruited our friends to help us. Because we are all dumb and foolish.

Brid: So what exactly did we learn?

Lily: Maybe they should have watched the first video in the series.

Brid: ... Yeah. Anyway, we stole a file from a school computer and some short kid thinks we’re our long-distance boyfriend.

Lily: Plus we ran into our ex, and also got teased over us accidentally thirsting over our calc professor.

Brid: By everyone and their mom. And our mom too. Like damn, she’s thirsty.

Lily: Not fun.

Brid: I think the fact that we’re making a second part makes us qualify as masochists.

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Lily: Oh, hey. Chase. What’s up?

Brid: Rich people things. The economy. Republicans. Nyu hu hu hu hu.

Lily: Never say that again. Anyway, we’re really diving right into the investigation, aren’t we?

Brid: Yeah. Wrong route, girl.

Lily: Nah.

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Lily: She’s out here wondering if he has a swimmer bod.

Brid: I don’t actually know any swimmers, so... no wait, actually, Narin’s older brother does swim a lot, so...

Lily: But you’ve never seen him shirtless.

Brid: Yeah, no.

(five second asexual silence while music plays in the background)

Lily: Are all straight people like this?

Brid: Aw, he just winked.

Lily: AW????

(some lines of text later, the protagonist just straight up says that the professor has a spider on his head, without making any side comments on how stupid that move was)

Brid: W O W. that was... a move. Not a power move. A move.

Lily: She doesn’t even regret that one. Holy shit.

Brid: If I said something that stupid I think I’d die of embarrassment. “Hey, Mr. Balls. There’s a spider on your head, that’s why I was staring at your piercing.”

Lily: I love how he fell for it, too!

Brid: Fucking hell. He might actually have a personality that isn’t just “horny”.

Lily: Oh my god, isn’t it funny that he joked about the spider and his name is Mr. Parker?

Brid: There is no way they’re going to pull a spiderman joke.

(the option to pull a spiderman joke)

Lily: OH MY GOD

Brid: THE ABSOLUTE MADWOMAN

Lily: AN ICON! A LEGEND!

Brid: LET ME MARRY HER

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Brid: So Riley wants to take over her parents’ network security company, while Chase wants to take over the pharm business, and...

Lily: Guess so. And?

Brid: Well, my parents do financial consulting, and they want me to take over. And you know how Nick’s parents are, like, huge stockholders in Kronus Technologies?

Lily: ... Nick... who?

Brid: Nick Kronus. I don’t think you’ve met him, but he stays at Mr. Perch’s place sometimes. He and Val... don’t exactly get along.

Lily: Oh. So... rich prodigal son.

Brid: Yeah. So.... actually, it’s kind of cool that both Riley and Chase want to take over their respective businesses. I mean, I don’t, and like... I’m hoping Mr. Perch will let me take on an internship or something.

Lily: Dude, you know he’d do anything for you. He likes you more than he likes his own kid.

Brid: I feel bad, honestly.

(dialogue)

Brid: “What are you up to, Chase Colton? What’s your deal?” Oh, man. He’s trying to look for information on Reynolds, isn’t he?

Lily: Yeah... We did tell him, yeah?

Brid: Of course. He was with us when we were looking over the computers.

Lily: Wait, but familiar word-

(Matt walks in)

Lily: GOD DAMN IT

Brid: I KNOW THIS IS YOUR ROUTE BUT FUCK YOU

Lily: WE ARE BUSY

Brid: YES YOU ARE INTERRUPTING SOMETHING

Lily: Oh, he knows who Chase is, too.

Brid: Oh no. Also, I love how Chase is taller. That’s so funny.

(dialogue)

Brid: Oh yeah, I forgot that this was a community college. Yeah, why is Chase attending a community college?

Lily: I love how Matt is just chipping into him.

Brid: Man, Riley doesn’t even give a fuck.

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Lily: Oh. “There are rumors of an undercover cop working the case”. That’s interesting.

Brid: Wait. Wait. Could that be referring to Kai?

Lily: ... Huh?

Brid: Remember he was chatting with that guy that called him “shorty”?

Lily: Oh, yeah.

Brid: But first, lemme go grocery shopping!

(The let me take a selfie song plays in the background with a bunch of grocery store vines displayed on screen for like 30 seconds)

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Lily: Love this elevator music.

Brid: (laughs out loud) She hit someone with a shopping cart!

Lily: Fucking disaster bi! Lily: OH MY GOD IT’S THE FUCKIN. THE FUCKIN CALC GUY

Brid: SORRY WE FUCKING RAN YOU OVER WITH A SHOPPING CART DUDE

Lily: JE NE REGRETTE NEIN

Brid: I REGRETTE IT

Lily: “so anyway you just killed my foot”

Brid: “no i didn’t”

Lily: “fuck you i’ll sue”

Brid: “you’re poor”

Lily: “and now you’re roasting me”

Brid: “shut up and i’ll buy you coffee”

Lily: “and now you want to poison me”

Brid: “ha joke’s on you i’m a mess”

Lily: This fucking banter, dude.

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Brid: She’s a PALADIN who rides a GIANT FLYING MANTA???

Lily: I LOVE her.

Brid: I’d die for her.

Lily: Damn, he sure knows a lot about network security. HMMMMMM

Brid: Oh would you calm down?

(more witty banter until he calls her cute)

Brid: “HE JUST CALLED ME CUTE!” Fool, I’m in love with her too!

Lily: You’re out there, and she’s- OH SHIT! SHE JUST GOT HIT IN THE FACE WITH A DODGEBALL!

Brid: Ouch!

Lily: Okay, but like, seriously? I’ve gotten hit in the face with dozens of balls and yeah. Ouch.

(romantic scene)

Brid: She is so cute.

Lily: Wait. He has a ponytail?

Brid: So? Sam has one. Anyway, she’s precious.

Lily: SHE THOUGHT FUCK AGAIN-

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Brid: Great. We call our mom and get even more roasted.

Lily: I. Hate this. But at the same time, I wish my mom were, like, cool.

Brid: Okay, but like, yeah. I’d take being roasted over the bullshit I have to deal with every day.

Lily: Anyway, I now know where she got that sass of hers.

Brid: “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS??”

Lily: “I’m a romantic, honey! Also, like... make sure you get me some of that”

Brid: Oh, she’s asking about that program that deletes the original from the original IP.

Lily: Right. I love how the mom’s just like- “no. don’t do this again, honey. you promised”

Brid: This fucking MC... she is so valid.

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Lily: Oh hey. It’s Kai.

Brid: Time to pull out my Val impression.

Lily: Can’t wait!

Brid: “How the hell should I know? Did you give all of the computers nicknames?” Pff. I love doing my Val impression for this guy. It’s so on point.

Lily: What did Val say about your Val impression, anyway?

Brid: He said that my voice was too high pitched to sound anything like his voice, but Arthur said the inflection was spot-on!

Lily: I definitely see that, yeah.

Brid: I mean, he’s so Val, though...

Lily: Don’t start assigning kins, now.

Brid: I’m not looking to get murdered by one of my co-stars. Oh, hey, Chase is here.

Lily: And looks like we’re actually going to learn something.

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Brid: Dyphine!

Lily: A drug they’re working on. Stolen two years ago...

Brid: And Jennifer Reynolds stole it and deleted every other copy.

Lily: Damn.

Brid: And you could net a lot of cash for it.

Lily: ... Wow. And he needs our help to track her down.

Brid: Do you trust him?

Lily: Do I trust anyone?

Brid: Yeah, good point. I mean, it’s Big Pharma, but at the same time, he’s been earnest with us.

Lily: Oh, but wait! We have the formula!

Brid: Yes! Let’s solve this case.

Lily: I swear to god, if we head back home and it’s deleted. Because that’s totally going to happen.

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Lily: OH NO. We’ve been hacked.

(text on screen pointing to brid with her eyes wide at the art)

Brid: Well, shit. Cinematic hacking time!

Lily: And this music is epic! It’s like final boss shit!

Brid: Go girl! Go counter hack them!

Lily: YEAH BABEY

Brid: “If I’m going down, you’re coming with me, motherfucker! Yeah baby!”

Lily: I can’t believe she’s spamming the connection with pussy pics.

Brid: ... did you have to phrase it like that

Lily: Hey, they’re saying something. I’ll voice it. “Bitmap? Really?”

Brid: “SORRY NOT SORRY”

Lily: “You have something of mine...” Oh no, it’s Jennifer!

Brid: Oh my god.

Lily: Wait, no...? “I’m the guy who’s about to break your last shield”...?

Brid: What?

Lily: Wow, this is intense. “Nice job with the flooding btw.” Damn. “Would have worked if I weren’t on Egon.” Where was that mentioned before?

Brid: Huh.

Lily: “Cute pic, though. Later, kitten.”

Brid: ... Is it... the teacher?

Lily: Let’s see... yarn... crap, I can’t see past the dialogue box.

Brid: Mah girl’s fired up! What’s next, baby!

Lily: ...

Brid: ...

Lily: THERE’S AN UNRELEASED PART 2??

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(post video)

Brid: So what are your theories regarding Calc Daddy?

Lily: ... did you have to call him that

Brid: *snort*

Lily: Okay, like in all seriousness... hold on, give me like, fifteen minutes to collect my thoughts, because I have a lot of theories and they need some time in the Brain Oven.

(one jump cut later, Lily is holding up a sheet of paper, which Brid is trying to look at, but Lily isn’t letting her)

Lily: Okay, so my conclusion from what I saw so far is that there is a 90% chance that he is, at the very least, connected to Juh-Reynolds and he’s either Jennifer herself, or working with her. My reasons are thus. First, you saw in the prologue that he called Ry-Ry “his little thief” indicating that she stole something from him. And he traced it using an IP address. So unless ya boi Cipher somehow VPN’d and made us a puppet, that file was somehow “his”. But wouldn’t it belong to Jreynolds, since Dyphine was HER research?

Brid: A-jreynold-in.

Lily: Fuck you. Second, and this one’s more of a symbolism thing, you might recall that password for the file was “icarus”. You know who he is, right?

Brid: Yeah, the guy who sculpted wax wings, flew into the sky, and then they melted and he fell.

Lily: You know how his sprite has a necklace shaped like a wing when he’s not wearing clothes?

Brid: When he’s not wearing clothes?

Lily: When he’s not wearing his suit and tie. Oh my god, we’re not at third base yet!

Brid: *laughs* Okay, but like, actually... that is interesting, I never made that connection.

Lily: Third, you saw how hard he grilled Chase over the whole “why the fuck are you attending a community college” thing. We didn’t notice because he was literally doing exactly what we wanted to do, and giving us the answers without us even needing to ask.

Brid: Yeah, and Riley was like, “yeah, keep saying shit”. I don’t know if he thought we shared the same goal or something... or if it was just a coincidence. Or, no! He probably wanted to know what we needed to know for J. K. Reynolds.

Lily: And number 4 does fit in with all of these, plus it also gives a clue to his motive. He said some things that would sound normal, except, they might not... I forget the exact context, but something about buying something expensive came up, and Riley said something like “aren’t you a community college professor, why are you doing something expensive, you don’t get paid for shit” and I think it was about moving into the neighborhood, though I could be wrong. And like, even though Riley is attending a community college, her parents are like network security people, she’s rich. And he’s... not?

Brid: Okay?

Lily: Recall that Chase said that you could make a shit ton of money from selling that formula. If he’s not J-Money herself, I think he’s working with her for a cut of the profits. More than enough to buy a house.

Brid: Right, and whatever answer he was about to give, we never got to hear it because mah girl got hit in the face with a soccer ball.

Lily: Also, this one might be weird, but remember when we were hacked and we were sent a kitten picture?

Brid: Yeah?

Lily: Wasn’t the kitten sitting on a really pink blanket?

Brid: Yeah, it was, I think. Why are you asking?

Lily: It was shown off, so I think it’s relatively significant. This might be a long shot, and it does have a few conditions, but recall that he said at some point that he was staying with a friend. And I think he does chat with Riley at some point about high level computer stuff. Assuming he was the hacker or knew the hacker, I think from that, and the fact that the blanket was pink, that we can infer that his friend is a woman. And who’s the only adult woman in this series? ... besides our dirty minded mom?

Brid: It’s Jennolds!

Lily: That was... actually really clever. And we know that she can’t exactly show her face with Chase around. So she might be sending someone to do her dirty work for her. *eyes light up* ... wait, who’s the professor he replaced? Because he said that he’d be subbing for someone, some female professor, and then he cancelled all of our tests-

Brid: ...

Lily: ...

(they both dive for the keyboard)

(Text pops up on black: It was “Professor Mendez”, not “Reynolds”. Well, shit.)

(More text: The wing necklace part was correct. The grilling Chase part was also correct. However, though the pieces about him not getting paid much as a community college professor was mentioned, there was nothing about how much it cost to move into the neighborhood. We might have been thinking of the cosplayer character. But we forgot the fact that he happened to know network security programs pretty well when we were talking about the manta ray mount.)

(More text: Also, we were wrong about the pink blanket. It was more of a grey-ish-purple, but there was also a ball of yarn and a folded blue striped something on the blanket. Wonder what it could be?... seriously Lily thought it was his tie, but the text box is a bitch)

(More text: Anyway our conclusions are the same. Unless these were a bunch of red herrings.)

#ace hang #and i'm finally done with this for now #thank god this actually works in firefox #seriously this is a great game and i can't wait for part 2!

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