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sideblog to nyx-rps. xix. scorpio. sometimes, writing happens here.

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ophivchus‌:

“If he chokes on that pudding, we fail.” Bonnie was charming and easy going —- Lynn was the pure opposite; she knew her reputation in the academy… the stone cold bitch that didn’t like playing with others. She had insisted with her supervisor to be put in this mission all by herself. As she sat there, next to her partner, it was obvious that her request had been bluntly ignored. Popping cashew nuts one after the other, Lynn’s eyes were glued to the screen in the same way Gabrielle’s was.

Lynn rose her eyebrow momentarily before she looked at Gabrielle, face as stoic as before. “What do you have against him, hm? Jealous he gets to eat pudding and you don’t?” 

“No...they don’t have skins on their pudding and who eats their pudding without skins?” There were lots of things that Gabrielle hated about this place; the fact that she went to school like this, and had had friends like that before she left it all do something else with her life. Besides, being Elle was hell enough, with her fake smiles and the constant gassing people up act. All this anger needed to go somewhere. 

She rolled her eyes at Lynn’s comment, shaking her head. “What do we do the Grim Reaper comes for him?----Actually never mind, that could probably be the assassin’s name. I’ll be so disappointed if someone’s killing him because he stole their girlfriend or something.” 

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“I will never understand how someone can look like that, and still be such a fucking idiot. I mean...pudding?” Gabrielle was reviewing the day’s security footage, trying to find the person who could have tried to sneakily come up behind this man and almost get away with slitting his throat. To be fair, the President’s son wasn’t exactly a dunce, but Gabrielle didn’t like him either way. He looked like a dumbass and spoke like one too. 

“Honestly, if this threat doesn’t get him, surely his stupidity might.” She hadn’t turned away from the screen yet, fascinated by what she was seeing; a trainwreck waiting to happen.

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magnctis‌:

“or,” she huffed a quiet sigh, her eyes avoiding clary and focusing on the lonely road that was visible from their seat. the blonde next to her was the only person who knew her well enough to make her skittish. a smile spreading across her face, she looked back at clarissa, shrugging her shoulders. “or we could ignore it like i do with everything else. i’m okay with that, too.”

clary looked at mia, a smile on her face as she sat down besides her. “i’m good with ignoring too. i haven’t had much practise in it, but i’m sure i could try. being an older sister comes with it’s downfalls.” the breeze around them felt nice, and the blonde was okay with sitting in silence on most nights, but tonight was different. she was sitting with someone she liked. “so, how is it going? i liked kissing you, by the way.” 

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magnctis‌:

she had a point to be angry. he would have been pissed off if someone had barged into his home, guns blazing. he’d have shot them all down himself— but carina didn’t have that closure. there was a long pause between her questioning and his response. there was no way he knew how to explain any of this to her, a civilian. a witch, he corrected himself. he slightly shook his head, trying to rid himself of the idea that carina was even aware of the supernatural. there was no way. “the important thing is we’re alive,” he muttered, his voice softer than it had been before. 

carina had a raging headache, and she felt so drained. the shoe in her head was going in and out of focus, and she swore she could have seen the scuff marks on the surface starting to go away. leaning back on the seat, she groaned as she closed her eyes. “you’re just hallucinating, car. maybe you’re being kidnapped.” she talked to herself, not finding it in her to be tensed. “but at what cost, Nate? where are we going? what is happening?” she had softened too, opening her eyes to look at him. “why should i trust you?” 

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lczykween‌:

      “They don’t replace your organs genius. They put the same ones back inside of you.” Jamie informed heatedly. Long fingers once again finding themselves in his hair as he pushed the unruly hair out of his face. “Like they like either push your bladder and intestines to the side to reach the baby or they lift them both out and then put them back in place after the kid is delivered. Apparently if you have a baby via c-section you can’t leave the hospital until you shit or something? I guess so they can make sure everything is working like it should be. And according to the Huffington Post article I was reading about it, that first post c-section shit hurts like hell.” Okay….so maybe now Jamie was seeing Noah’s hesitance to carry children but he had already dug himself so deep that he couldn’t just throw in the towel now. Or he could just change the conversation. That definitely was a possibility. “Wait, hold up, did you just say you’d take a bullet for her? Should I be jealous or something? Cause I’m not gonna lie, I feel a little jealous. I thought I was your ride or die dude. I can’t believe you’re ready to die for someone else.”

Noah just stared with wide eyes, taking another sip from the almost empty can but never leaving Jamie’s gaze as he talked. “What the actual fuck?” He was fascinated, but also the thought of body horror on that level was making him squeamish. Toughen up. “I don’t think anyone is okay after someone decides to play connect four with your organs or something. I know I wouldn’t be okay with someone had their hands in my stomach, man. Wild, dude. This is why I say, women should be allowed to do everything.” In all honesty, Noah was ready to move off this topic; there would be no winners, and as Jamie’s bff, Noah had to make sure he didn’t decide to die on this hill of his choosing. “No, no, no, no, it’s not what you think. Like, I wouldn’t take a bullet for her, but I’d help her dodge one. Besides, you and I are going to go out like Butch and Sundance, remember? The screen pauses and we’re just jumping into a glorious sunset while we kick ass, buddy.” There was no point in downplaying his affections for Lily, because the cat was already out of the bag. And Jamie had every right to be offended; Noah was a romantic. He wore his heart on his sleeve, and he paid dearly for it with his ex-girlfriend. That psycho left him with some issues, but that was in the past. “Dude, I really like her though. Like, like like her. Not like how we like Tate. She’s different, man I can feel it..” 

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lczykween‌:

      “They were just here,” the brunette defended in a huff of disbelief. She wasn’t normally this dysfunctional and couldn’t pinpoint the reason for her scatter brain this afternoon. Perhaps her lack of sleep was finally catching up to her. Or maybe Jaxon was to blame. Likely not but a girl could dream right? “No offense taken. Jefferson was a kook. One who didn’t even bother to remember the name of his employees. You’re worlds better, trust me. You wouldn’t have been invited to this party otherwise. People are already warming up to you.” Noelle assured in a tone laced with absolute certainty as she continued to nonchalantly maneuver stacks of paper around her desk in search for her lost keys that couldn’t have gotten far. 

      Suddenly shrouded in a shadow Noelle’s senses were almost immediately overwhelmed with the familiar scent of her husband: coffee, aftershave, and was that a hint of strawberry? “Did you wash your hair with my shampoo this morn—” The brunette began to question as she turned around only to find Jaxon far closer than she expected. Out of habit she found herself glancing toward the open door in panic with her palms instinctively laying flat against his tone chest in case she needed to push him away hurried. It was only after realizing they were alone that Noelle relaxed a little, letting her hands drop to grip the edge of her desk instead. Amusement evident in her gaze. “Bold of you to assume that I’m taking your last name like that,” she teased lightheartedly. The start of a smile curling the edge of her lips upward. “Perhaps. I guess you’d have to commit the foul to find out Jax.”

“I can’t complain; I do like being liked. A lot.” His voice had taken a flirty tone, making the most of an empty newspaper office. There was something about it, like they were tiptoeing on the edge of something taboo. Not that Jaxon believed in taboos. Her warm hands were on his chest and he looked in amusement at the practised move, and honestly, Jaxon would have let Noelle push him away anywhere. There was something to be said about a woman in charge of things, after all. 

He shrugged when she asked about the shampoo. “It keeps the volume, and gives my hair some shine. I didn’t know shampoo could do it--” He too had turned to look, just as a precaution, that some office rat wasn’t just creeping in a cubicle and watching them flirt like that. Frankly, Jaxon wouldn’t have cared if the office knew that he was married to Noelle Webber. In an ideal world, it would not have mattered. But this wasn’t his world, and if she wanted to keep them on the downlow, he’d just happily follow her lead. “You gotta admit sweetness, it does sound kinda catchy. Noelle Monreau? I like it...” His hand reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, a pathetic excuse to touch her in the daylight. It definitely felt dangerous, but Jaxon wouldn’t complain. He smirked back at her, “Well, I’d have to go see if this....whatever store is open right now, and if your work wife would be into edible arrangements instead.” 

Having a change of heart, Jaxon decided to cut Noelle some slack, looking in the direction of the stacks. “I think I saw something underneath those papers. Under your....research.” The pause wasn’t well-timed, and he knew how sensitive it might have been for her to search for the disappearance of her friend. If only Jaxon had known, but the deed was done and she was strapped with writing an anniversary piece. 

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lczykween‌:

— MATTEO & MAYA ( @nyx-rps, @nyxwrote )

      The impending arrival of two additions to the family was still quite a lot for Matteo to process. It wasn’t that the man wasn’t excited to extend his legacy. In fact he was ecstatic at the thought of welcoming two more Hendrix family members into the world. As ecstatic as he was terrified. When Abel and Kian were born he’d been thirty-two with the rest of his life ahead of him and Milo hadn’t been far behind. He was at the prime of his life easily able to keep up with his energetic children but he wasn’t young anymore. Already two years past fifty and it worried him to think of leaving Maya behind to raise their children alone if anything were to happen him. But today was the day to let those thoughts invade his mind. “Mi querido,”  Matteo greeted warmly as he entered their kitchen in a freshly pressed polo and crisp slacks immediately saddling up behind her to rest his chin gently upon her shoulder while she chopped fruit. “I thought I told you to leave breakfast to me today.”

Change was inevitable, but it didn’t always have to be bad. If it weren’t for change, Maya would have never gone on that date that never happened, and she would have never met Matteo. And maybe, this change would also be good for them; the change being the two lives she was carrying in her belly now. They were rounding the final bend, and she would never admit these fears to Matteo, but she had fears alright. Her first pregnancy, and things could go wrong. Even if she had her family by her side, it didn’t assuage the fear. But as the darkness was starting to dissipate in the wake of the morning sun, Maya decided to exorcise those fears too. She had been deciding on breakfast, going with pancakes and a lovely fruit salad, when Matteo announced his presence. Her fingers were busy chopping some strawberries, but she set the utensils down to rest a hand on Matteo’s cheek. “And a very good morning to you too. You know, I had considered that....but then I felt like tinkering in the kitchen for a bit. Not to toot my own horn, but I think I’m getting better at this cooking thing.’ She joked, leaning ever so slightly into Matteo’s warmth. Maya had missed him, missed this comfort so much. To think she almost considered leaving him; it would have been easier to leave her heart at his doorstep instead. 

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lczykween‌:

      Truth be told Jamie couldn’t really remember how they had gotten to this particular topic of conversation but he didn’t really care either. In the grand scheme of things male impregnation didn’t even crack the top ten list of weird things they found themselves passionately arguing about in public. “It’s called a c-section dude. The baby wouldn’t burst out of your stomach. Doctors would just take out all your organs in that region, get the baby out, and then put your organs back where they found them and stitch you back up!” Why Jamie knew the details of a c-section was beyond him. He had probably gotten bored on night and read it on the internet. And of course as per usual whenever he read anything the information stuck with him. “You’re totally being a fucking wimp! What if Lily wants her husband to be pregnant with her? I guess she’ll have to find some other guy.”

Maybe it was all the sugar in his system, but Noah’s mind was making these rapid fire connections in his head, that frankly felt like his little mind would short circuit, if not worse. “They don’t...I don’t think you can just lift and replace organs like a game of Surgery.” But Noah didn’t know any better; he fainted during high school biology before they dissected that frog. He didn’t want to be that guy, but thinking about someone’s innards threatened to have his innards out, with whatever he had eaten and what not. When he brought up Lily though, Noah turned red. Yeah, his heart boner for that girl was huge, but that was just a low blow. “Dude...I think I’m going to have to tell her outright that I’m a fucking wimp. I’d take a bullet for her, but the birthing business is hers and hers alone. I could never trespass on a woman’s sacred right, man. You know...feminism. What’s next, men having periods? Women are going to hate us for being all up in their zone!” 

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lczykween‌:

       Noelle never had many expectations for the man she would marry. While most little girls fantasied about their future weddings and dreamed up versions of their perfect princes Ellie preoccupied herself by wildly running through the bayou with her brothers. Hunting for ghosts and chanting spells in the hope of alluring fairies. Even as she grew older and watched her friends begin to fall in love around her and get married she remained steadfast in her belief that it would happen when it happened for her. There was no rush when her career fulfilled her as much as it did. She would have never imagined however, that her groom would end up being a complete stranger. 

     Their marriage was unconventional as it came and while Noelle liked to think they were settling together nicely and finding their groove as a married couple; there was still a fair amount they didn’t know about each other. So much so that even months into their coupling Noelle found herself pressing buttons she hadn’t known was there. Sensitive to the change in his demeanor the brunette quickly shed her bad attitude for an apologetic one…even if she wasn’t sure what exactly she should have felt apologetic for. “Alright, alright, I’ll check the safe…” She offered up gently as manicured fingers made quick work of reaching for the keys to her safe on her desk only to realize they weren’t there. “Just…you know…after I find the keys.” 

    “You are the fun boss. But fun or not…you’re still a boss?” She honestly had tried to put in a good word for him with her coworkers but everyone knew her general dislike of any and all authority like figures so praising him only convinced them that she had the hots for him. Which…wasn’t completely wrong but also wasn’t right? “You can’t just copy my gift location! That’s a total gift foul!” The brunette exclaimed defensively the search for her keys and the gift momentarily forgotten as she threw the softest thing on her desk in his general direction, a miniature teddy bear. “And you’re such a liar. I do not snore! You’re just making things up now. Keep it up and you’re not only gonna be sleeping on the couch but you’ll end up sexiled too.” 

Before Jaxon met Noelle in Las Vegas, he was pretty much throwing his life out there. Working, working, working; that was the only thing he lived and breathed. Because that was the only thing that kept him going. Not many people knew this, but college was his one reason to stay afloat. To not give up on life. And after college, there was just work. No company, not even the furry kind, no life outside of the first job he worked. His sense of journalistic integrity had gotten him into more trouble than it was worth, but on the plus, Jaxon had a lot of experience under his belt, and a lot of proof that he earned this job. 

Just one pit stop before NOLA, had been a week of enjoying what Nevada had to offer. And apparently, it had offered him the Bayou’s own; it didn’t take a smart man to realise that she was as native as they came in New Orleans. The way she talked about the occult and the real terrors, that glint in her eyes when she’d try to spook him, it only confused Jaxon to think that no one had offered to marry Noelle before him. He’s not sure, till this day, how he managed to get that ring on her finger and share a life with her. Of course, he was yet to be forthcoming with his past and where he came from, aside from the spiel he gave the office about having worked for some big name publications, but he couldn’t complain. As far as partners went, Noelle was a fine woman. And dare he say, he might have even fancied her. 

Jaxon frowned, his eyebrows furrowed. “You...lost the keys?” He shook his head, looking down at his shoes and deciding on whether or not to he was to offer her help; as in either break that safe open, or pick the lock. “You have a point, I guess. I just assumed that I’d be more...likeable than the old kook who ran this paper before me. No offense, but a typewriter and floppy discs? I like the aesthetic, but not the practicality.” He let the thing hit him, a chuckle escaping his system as he bent down to pick it up. “Oh, oh now we’re upping the stakes. You’re just breaking my heart, Mrs Monreau.” He moved closer to the desk, closer to her. They were alone after all, what was a little rule-breaking and flirting in the office. He noticed a glint of silver on the table, under papers precariously stacked. And he wasn’t going to turn her attention to them right now. “Tell me, Noelle...what happens to people who are caught with a ‘gift foul’? Do they get punished the same way as lying husbands do...or?” 

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lczykween‌:

      Lily’s social life tended to shrink tenfold whenever she started to work on a new album. Her world confined mostly to the studio and her apartment as she let the song writing and recording process completely isolate her from most aspects of the outside world. But she hadn’t been able to resist taking a break that afternoon following an unexpected text message from one of her favorite people. Trailing casually behind him donned in baseball cap and large sunglasses in an effort to keep from being recognized the blonde nodded happily at the suggestion of food. “I’m not too good for a sloppy joe or two. It’s been a while since I’ve had one and it actually sounds really delicious right about now,” Lily offered slightly distracted by the fact her hand kept accidentally brushing against his as they walked. Should she put them in her pocket? Or casually link their arms? “Yeah…I really missed you. Sorry I’ve been kinda MIA.” 

Things had been a little weird since real life started getting in the way. The contract, the channel, the work. All Noah ever did was keep in touch with Athena, who’s house he crashed at more often than not, and Lily, who’s company and loveliness made him believe in pretty things and their existence. But had it really been that long since the two of them had seen each other? Because this was uncomfortable, in the sense that he wasn’t exactly sure what they were. Hoping for the best, he offered his arm and gave her a smile. “If I’m taking you out to lunch, the least I can do is be a gentleman about it, ya know? Show you what I got from my mama.” Smooth going there, sport. This was supposed to get easier. Noah was in Lily’s world now, even though even more lower rung than he thought was possible, but he was there in her sphere and maybe he’d finally understand her the way he failed to, all this time. “Sloppy Joe’s it is. I’m telling you, they make it spicy on demand, and that’s the literal shit. I’m talking the whole crying face emoji level heat, and it’s pretty cool stuff. And you don’t have to apologize for the MIA. It’s work. Capitalism has made us her slave.” 

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lczykween‌:

      “Why would I put a thirty-five dollar gift from Forever 21 in a safe?” Noelle questioned exasperatedly clearly mocking her husband as chocolate hues rolled in mild annoyance. The gift was a surprise sure but not one that couldn’t be replaced easily. Meaning there was no need to throw it in a safe. 

      During work hours she never dared to give Jax this much attitude. Her temperament carefully luke-warm regardless of how many assignments he threw her way demanding to be finished in a ridiculous amount of time. But they weren’t working now and she could mean if she wanted to be. Even if it was hard to be with his burning gaze following her movements around the small room, making her feel far more flustered than she dared to admit. “You can get away with giving her a shitty last minute present because you’re one of the bosses and no one expects much from you anyway. I, on the other hand, am known for my exceptional gift giving. So if I half ass this my work wife will be very mad at me. In which case your actual wife will in return make you sleep on the couch tonight for not being helpful enough.”

Jaxon was actually going to try and help, but then Noelle said that and he just threw his hands up and turned. “Because it’s thirty five dollars and worthy of being in a safe?” If there was something the man was sensitive about, it was talk of money being thrown around. Even before the running away from home, he was raised on a budget. Lived and died by those spreadsheets. Whatever. 

The shift in their dynamic wasn’t something new; even in their shared accomodations, the two of them had a sort of friendly relationship? The fact that they were still getting used to each other’s presence (more Jaxon than Noelle, really), was more than enough to sweeten the pot for him. “I thought I was the fun boss! I asked you to put in a good word for me with Cecilia and Jonathan! Now I have to stop by...that Forever whatever and grab her a thirty two dollar gift just because I’m a better person than you.” He was going to rile her up, see how many buttons he could push till she either shoved him out of the office, or....Or what? Folding hands across his chest, he smirked, and then frowned. “You wouldn’t. That bed is the only thing that puts me to sleep at night, and yes. You snore, Noelle. I’m sorry to tell you, but you sound like a little car engine and it’s cute, but not when I have to get up for work.” 

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alaskawritcs‌:

           Camilla couldn’t help but to laugh at the demanding girlfriend she managed to get herself wrapped up in. “Hmm maybe that’s why I stray far from their gross antics.” The brunette jokingly said, although she wasn’t really attracted to men, for a brief time of her life she did force herself to be with them to make her parents proud but Ida sort of changed that and now she knew for a fact she was full on lesbian. “C’mon here.” She paused in step and turned to face Ida, pulling her into a proper kiss that she asked for, her hand wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. 

Ida would have liked to know how she managed to change Camilla’s mind on them being public. Particularly because Ida had made a reputation for herself, that no one really cared to fuck with her, and if she could provide Camilla with that immunity, then she’d be more than happy to do so. Hand around her waist as well, she happily moved into Camilla as they kisses. “Mhmm, so rough. Just how I like it, babe.” One hand moving the hair from the other woman’s face, Ida smiled before moving into to kiss her. “Careful...if you get too rough, I won’t be able to handle myself.” 

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alaskawritcs‌:

          Thea resisted the urge to let out a loud groan and throw the nearest thing towards TJ. She recalled the little life style she had before all this, it was luxurious but instead she decided to follow her heart and she was beginning to wonder if she made a mistake. “Well sorry–you know if you’re going to be bitchy, you should go sleep in the other room.” 

Nobody had said this would be easy for them. TJ loved Thea, still loves her. But love wasn’t enough to keep them together the first time around, and it sure as hell wasn’t helping anyone this time. It was evident in the way TJ refused to give in or give up. “You know what? If we had the luxury of another room, I probably fucking would have.” How in the world was Thea so calm about the whole thing? 

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alaskawritcs‌:

         Athena glanced over at her best friend and let out a sigh, walking over and sitting at the edge of her bed as she reached for her lamp and place it back down where it was. “Did you get high with one of the others or did you suddenly found a thing for acid?” 

“Jokes on you, it’s just me!” Noah gazed into the lamp as it drifted away from him. But then he settled for Athena’s face and gave her a dopey smile. “Would you believe me if I said I was exhausted? I was over at the studio today. One of the guys were trying to convince me to come back to Lads Being Bad. Said we could work over my contract.” Noah shook his head. “No thanks, man. I’d rather do something else with my life for now. But...” he sighed, “I miss them.” 

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“What is this shit? The least you could do is clean up after yourself, woman! Just cos we’re on the run is no excuse to be animals and leave your things around. Fuck.” 

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Noah was exhausted, when he finally climbed into Athena’s bed. He was half listening to her tinkering around the space, when the boy picked up the lamp beside her bed. “Your lamp is so pretty, Thee. I mean...really pretty...Lava lamps are so groovy, huh?” 

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alaskawritcs‌:

           Camilla smirked at the way Ida looked irritated with the man, to think that a couple of months ago, she would have simply shrugged her shoulders then later make up for her cold behavior to Camilla. She enjoyed the fact things have definitely changed since then, now that they were more exclusive, she was still unsure if Ida could handle the title of girlfriend but not wanting to overstep any boundaries. “I think he gets the point Ida, c’mon we don’t want to waste much time on him. See you around or not.” Camilla pulled Ida away from the man who looked flabbergasted with what just happened and started to walk into a different direction. 

A few months ago, Ida wouldn’t have cared about Camilla. Certainly not like this, or in this capacity. The lines had blurred, and Ida slipped into her capacity for kindness and care, like she was dipping into finite resources to give Camilla that. It definitely made things in the bedroom interesting, that Ida wasn’t going to complain about. “Be gone.” She pointed at the man, before following her girlfriend, step for step. “Men, am I right? They just never listen.” Now that they were a distance away, the woman remembered why she was here in the first place. But it wasn’t important right then. “So...when do I get a proper kiss from my girlfriend, huh?”