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Send a rumor your muse heard about mine and they will confirm if it's true or not!
Bloody Bee blinked “uh oh… I may of blown that up… again”
I pause. Hazel eyes study the other woman. A couple of the older ladies are causing a bit of a fuss at what has happened. Some of the bobbies can be heard running towards us.
“Again? What… what do you mean again?”
Bloody Bee blinked “well I mean…accidents do happen” Bloody Bee shrugs, her icy blue eyes quickly looking around “well I better run”
“Wait… listen… I’m friends with a lady that is married to one of the constables. Maybe I can put in a good word? Also, take this,” I hand over a pink pill. “It’s Joy.”
Bee frowned, looking at the pill with hesitation “Hmm thanks? Umm I rather not be captured. I’m Bloody Bee” she prepared run
“Wait. I can cover for you. I’ll tell the bobbies you’ve forgotten your Joy and I’m taking you back to my place for one.”
About that time, three bobbies run around the corner. They stop and get their truncheons out. Thankfully, one of them is Constable John Constable.
“Constable Constable, listen to me right quick. She’s new in town. She had nothing to do with this explosion. It was a Wastrel from the Garden District. Bee here has forgotten her Joy. I’m taking her back to my place to give her one of mine. I’ve done the same for your Sonny just as she has for me,” I say as the trio of bobbies get closer.
Two stop. One walks towards us.
“Dee Dee, you best keep your word. I’m right fond of you. So is Sonny. Help your friend here keep her nose clean and we’ll be right as rain.”
I nod.
“Of course, Constable. Thank you,” I say. “I think I seen the Wastrel go towards Hamlynn.”
He thanks me and he and the other two leave to go after the Wastrel that does not exist.
Bloody Bee blinked “uh oh… I may of blown that up… again”
I pause. Hazel eyes study the other woman. A couple of the older ladies are causing a bit of a fuss at what has happened. Some of the bobbies can be heard running towards us.
“Again? What… what do you mean again?”
Bloody Bee blinked “well I mean…accidents do happen” Bloody Bee shrugs, her icy blue eyes quickly looking around “well I better run”
“Wait… listen… I’m friends with a lady that is married to one of the constables. Maybe I can put in a good word? Also, take this,” I hand over a pink pill. “It’s Joy.”
Bloody Bee blinked “uh oh… I may of blown that up… again”
I pause. Hazel eyes study the other woman. A couple of the older ladies are causing a bit of a fuss at what has happened. Some of the bobbies can be heard running towards us.
“Again? What… what do you mean again?”
I’m feel like I’m having a bad mental health day, I haven’t had one in a while either so it’s particularly jarring. I was talking to a guy for a while and things were going really well and he was super caring and attentive and it was really nice. Last night though he showed his true colors and it turns out he’s not who I thought he was at all and it was surprisingly disappointing. I never met him in person since I’m still recovering from my surgery but it was so refreshing having someone interested in me for me not just for my body. Figures he was trash. Speaking of my body that’s my other big woe at the moment I can’t seem to get any traction on Twitter. I see plenty of girls on Twitter who have so many likes and retweets and they’re not even showing their boobs. All I have is a couple supportive friends and it’s really discouraging, like am I really that unappealing? Am I really that unattractive? Am I delusional and I’m really some horrifying fat ugly beast? I don’t know I feel that way lately. I just don’t know what to do, no one wants me for my body and now no one wants me for my personality, I just feel really lost right now. I’m not doing good and to top it off I have friends who are fighting with each other and I’m caught in the middle. I’m a people pleaser and a cheerleader, I want my friends to be happy and get along, I don’t want anyone hurting anyone but that seems to be all that’s happening lately and I hate it. These feelings are all pretty recent and pretty raw so I’m sorry if it reads like word vomit, I just could use a hug an “everything’s gonna be ok” and an icy dick right about now. I’m so tired and my arm is still so sore and bruised, my stomach is healing pretty well other than my right incision but I’m hanging in there I guess? Not well but I’m still here. I feel helpless, hopeless and like crying though and I do not approve of these emotions at all.
//Sol, it’s DeeDee. You got this and we all love you. Things will get better!!❤️❤️
hadesrebelofadaughter:
Sisterly anger management (open rp)
“I mean, that’s one way to do it” Jess mused, staring at the table that had been half destroyed when it had been more or less thrown into the wall by some shadows before she looked over at Eden who was still furiously glaring at the wreckage “I feel like I need to get you a metal bat and let you go bat shit on some pots”
“It’d be easier than using this fucking shadow shit” Eden muttered, letting out a huff before she stalked over to her drink bottle next to Jess and downed half of it “Fuck powers”
“You’ll get the hang of them” Jess said, air-patting her arm while Eden mocked her statement. Far too used to her sister’s shit to be phased by it now. Jess just grabbed her phone out of her pocket and started typing.
{Text: Heeeey so question. Could you really really quickly grab me the metal bat that I have hidden under the closet?}
{Text: Helping the anger ball ain’t going so well and I think she needs to break some shit}
I carefully read the texts. I type out and send a message.
(A bone saw would be better. I can ask my husband if you could borrow his.)
As I wait for a reply, I tell Harold about the situation.
There was a quick muffled laugh as Jess read over the text, entertaining the motion of her sister running around with a bone saw and being highly amused. Ignoring the dirty look she was sent for it, she just typed out a reply.
{Text: I mean that would also work. Not sure we should trust a 15 year old WITH a bone saw but that sounds like a later us problem}
She saw herself bribing her sister with some weed to get her to behave in her future
Another reading of the text and replying.
(Perhaps we could turn her loose in the Garden District to chase Downers. They are hardly human after all.)
hadesrebelofadaughter:
Sisterly anger management (open rp)
“I mean, that’s one way to do it” Jess mused, staring at the table that had been half destroyed when it had been more or less thrown into the wall by some shadows before she looked over at Eden who was still furiously glaring at the wreckage “I feel like I need to get you a metal bat and let you go bat shit on some pots”
“It’d be easier than using this fucking shadow shit” Eden muttered, letting out a huff before she stalked over to her drink bottle next to Jess and downed half of it “Fuck powers”
“You’ll get the hang of them” Jess said, air-patting her arm while Eden mocked her statement. Far too used to her sister’s shit to be phased by it now. Jess just grabbed her phone out of her pocket and started typing.
{Text: Heeeey so question. Could you really really quickly grab me the metal bat that I have hidden under the closet?}
{Text: Helping the anger ball ain’t going so well and I think she needs to break some shit}
I carefully read the texts. I type out and send a message.
(A bone saw would be better. I can ask my husband if you could borrow his.)
As I wait for a reply, I tell Harold about the situation.
TW: Smut (hinted at)
The first year of Harold and I being together was more lustful and sexual than anything. I often find myself staying the night at his apartment. Gradually, he starts making more of an effort in the romance department. So do I. It is a slow progress, but it works.
Once a week, he comes to The Reform Club. I take a few cues from Sonny. I flirt with others. There is the occasional touch of my hand to a customer’s hand, forearm, or shoulder. Harold is the only customer that I am a bit bolder with.
Occasionally, I see Dr. Anton Verloc. He watches me but steers clear because of Harold. There are looks of contempt between the two doctors. Harold makes it clear who I am dating… Harold and only Harold. I love the feel of slight possessiveness from him.
To get some idea of what to do, I watch Sonny and John. Constable Bevans is the one that paid and watching. He was kind enough to let me watch with him.
“She’s got Johnny a bit spoiled in the bedroom. My own bird would never do anything with me like how Sonny does with her John,” Bevans admits to me softly. “So I watch them to get a thrill that I can’t get in my own bedroom.”
“And your girlfriend? Wife? She’s ok with that?”
“As long as there’s not touching them or cheating.”
There is a soft hum from me.
“How’s Sonny treating ya, love,” Bevans asks.
“She’s been lovely. I’m still a little intimidated though.”
Bevans is quiet for a couple of seconds before he chuckles quietly.
“You don’t have a thing to worry about,” he says softly. “She’s just really cheeky and sassy.”
There’s a strained ‘flamin’ Nora’ from John. He has gripped her hips firmly. Bevans and I have grown quiet and we watch. I am surprised how vocal Sonny and John are. They remind me of me and Harold to some degree… lustful and sensual. They are a little more vocal and more affectionate and romantic with each other. I feel a bit overwhelmed as Sonny and John finish.
Both seem a bit dazed as they get up and get dressed. Bevans watches them before he stands and composes himself. There is a bit of quiet chatter between the two constables.
“I’ll see you at work in the morning,” Bevans says.
“Try to stay outta trouble,” John grins.
“I’ll try,” Bevans chuckles. He looks to Sonny. “And you, don’t bust his balls too much.”
“Can’t make any promise,” Sonny chuckles flashing a cheeky grin.
“So, John is the only one you do this with,” I ask Sonny once the two men have left.
“Right,” She says.
“And people pay to watch you have sex with your husband?”
“Exactly,” she says. “If you do what you love, or in my case who you love, you’ll never work a day in your life.”
“Do you think I could do that with Harold?”
“Don’t see why not,” Sonny says.
We go and bring up the subject to Madame Wanda. She agrees to the arrangement. The next morning, after work, I go to Harold office and bring it up to him. He finds it amusing and worth trying out.
“I figure if it’s good enough for Constable Constable and his love, it will be good enough for us,” He admits.
We agree on tonight. That evening when I come into work, I tell Sonny and Madame Wanda the details, Sonny helps me set up one of the rooms. When Harold finally arrives and pays, I lead him to the room in question. Sonny is not busy, so it is her that just so happens to be our audience. She may intimidate me, but I am more comfortable with her watching. Harold admits that Sonny can be irksome to him and most of his fellow doctors, but she gives him and the other Joy Doctors baked goods with a little pot in it, especially Dr. Byron for his migraines. He admits she looks out for them in her own way.
The whole ordeal is a slow and sensual ordeal. We lay there blissfully for a few minutes until the lust filled haze clears. We then get up and he gets dressed as I slip a robe on. There is a soft kiss to each other’s cheek before we say our farewells and he leaves for the night.
anton was 100% a mansplainer to sally their whole relationship cmon now 😐
“And that’s one of the reasons why Harold had Verloc’s statue turned over and had ‘Fuck Verloc’ put on it.”
Miss The Start, Miss The End
My family and I had moved to Wellington Wells a short time after the war. We had not expected the archipelago to be in the state that it’s currently in. My parents were thankful that we arrived when we did so I would not be put on the train with the other 12 year olds. My age was kept quiet so I could pass as 13 until I actually did turn 13 a month later just to be safe.
Joy was gradually becoming mandatory. As my parents and I learned of the history, we understood why. My first time taking Joy made me sick. I remember a young 22 year old doctor in training named Harold Ridgwell running tests on me. I was compatible with the drug, but it was just a bad reaction from my first time taking it.
Harold eventually finished his schooling a few years later and became a full-fledged doctor. I finished up my schooling as well. By the time I was eighteen, Harold and I were familiar enough with other that I was more comfortable around him than the other Joy Doctors. By this point, unlike most doctors, Harold wears a red hat and wellingtons instead of the usual green and yellow like the other Joy Doctors.
He proved to be quite ruthless in his career and with the other doctors and had been named director of Wellington Wells Health Institute. It was during this time that Doctor Anton Verloc took notice of me. I tried to turn him down. It was Harold that intervened and had Verloc leave me alone. It was that moment that caused Harold to have a disdain for Verloc.
“You are too delicate for him… you are above him,” He tells me.
I blush at his words. I had only turned eighteen a few months prior. He admitted he has had his eye on me since then, admitting he only noticed me a short time after my birthday.
For two years, there were plenty of experiments that I got compensated for. Most of which seemed to arouse and thrill me. At twenty, he tells me about The Reform Club and how there is a new position opened. He tells me to speak with either Madame Wanda or a young lady named Sonny.
“Sonny’s the most well received worker there. She won’t touch anybody sex wise but Constable John Constable. They dated on and off for ages,” He says. “You two are the same age I think.”
Sonny and I have went to different high schools. The name rings a bell though. I finally make my way Maidenholm and find the club in question. I ring the intercom.
“We open at nine tonight, darlin’,” a southern female’s voice says after a few seconds.
Another Southerner?
“Dr. Ridgwell said you all had a spot open and to speak to Madame Wanda or a lady named Sonny,” I respond.
There’s no response for several long seconds. Finally, the shutters of the door clack open and the actual door opens. A woman around my age ushers me in.
“I didn’t think Ridgy had it in him to recommend anybody to anything,” She says.
The woman from the intercom. I have to admit, it stings to hear her call him by a nickname. Have they done something together? I remind myself that Harold says she will not touch anyone sexually except for a constable. Part of me feels welcomed by her. A part of me is intimidated by her… The Reform Club’s darling.
“I’m Sonny,” She smiles and we shake hands.
“I’m Deirdre, I go by Dee Dee though,” I say.
“It’s nice to have another American around besides my parents,” She says.
She takes me upstairs to meet Madame Wanda. I am asked a few questions and I get the job. I make mental note to thank Harold later.
An hour later, I leave and go back to the Parade District. More specifically, the Wellington Wells Health Institute. I find Harold in his office. I cannot help but grin brightly upon seeing him. I tell him that I got the job and want to thank him.
I move over to him. He swivels around in his chair to face me. I cup his face. I lean down and kiss his lips. He is surprised before relaxing into the kiss and returning it. Before long, I find myself down on my knees between his legs. I have gotten him a bit worked up. I spend roughly fifteen minutes with his cock in my mouth. The moans from this man fill my ears and my mind.
That was the beginning of our relationship together. I never looked back from that point. Mentions of @whfbobbyselfship