Beauty from my Pain

Rosalie Storm. 25. Nurse. “My whole world is the pain inside me. The best I can do is just get through the day."

[remiwarner]

– CROOKED SMILE

[rosaliestorm]

remiwarnertfc:

itsjeromebitch :

She hadn’t expected it to be as good as it was. Or maybe she had, but she wanted to experience it firsthand. And, in an odd way, she found herself grateful to be with friends - she felt safe to experiment without worry. And, that’s what Remi and Jerome always brought her - security. Never fearful. 

Remi was making her feel unspeakable things between her legs, and finally, with a moan of his name, she reached her peak, her legs tightening around his neck and releasing with her orgasm. Her body felt spent, panting and sweating. She pulled Remi up and next to her, quietly lying in between Jerome and Remi while she tried to find her composure. “So, the answer to my question, who’s better? Remi or Jerome...” She let there be a dramatic pause before she giggled, “The answer is Rosalie. I did good work.”

She hummed happily, a content grin staying upon her lips, as she leaned her head against their shoulders, “I’m probably gonna sepend all of tomorrow icing my lady bits and watching TV. And, the ceiling is still changing colors. And Remi said we just rot when die. Sounds pretty terrible. I thought maybe we turned into our favorite animals.” She grinned, though, “If anyone needs a shower, drag me with you.”

[remiwarner]

– CROOKED SMILE

[rosaliestorm]

remiwarnertfc:

     After accepting Rosalie’s phone, Remi squinted at the text chain, focusing hard to try and read it. When he was done, he gave it back to her, unable to hide his surprise. If he was honest, there was no way in hell that he’d ever thought Rosalie had it in her, but he was drunk and he was high, and he didn’t see why not.

   “Fine,” he replied after a moment, looking over her slender body. “Fuck it. But I ain’t touchin’ his dick, and I ain’t kissin’ him. ‘Kay? Those’re the rules.” Remi smiled, his eyes searching her face as he leaned closer to her, his smile growing wider. “Kay?” He nodded, and she copied the movement, and then their lips met.

     It was no innocent kiss. Immediately upon contact, Remi parted his lips and let his tongue slide against hers, his head still resting on the floor. Extending his arms, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, kissing her more greedily, shifting to kiss along her jaw and down her neck.

Rosalie raised a brow, “Fine. Y’all can focus on touching me. Sounds much funner.” She didn’t say much more, nodding to his terms, and instantly meeting his lips in a dirty kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pulled her closer, her hips rippling against his as his lips burned down her neck.

Her high made her feel everything so much more intensely, and her sighs and moans were uninhibited, her mouth inches from his ear as her hands wandered his body. She pulled away, using her small body to push him onto his back, straddling over his lap, her lust filled eyes watching his as she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

She’d made her way down Remi’s now naked body, her mouth occupied when she heard the door open and a familiar face walk through with a big grin. She merely raised a brow in greeting, her eyes speaking for her as no one wanted to break the breathy silence.

It was only moment later that they were all naked and up close and personal, the shattered furniture left behind in a rejected pile of sadness as they made their way to Rosalie’s bedroom. She couldn’t help but think about how hot it was to be surrounded by two sexy men, unsure of who’s name to moan. 

Science was a good thing, for sure.

[rosaliestorm]

TEXT --> JEROME

Jerome: Lol whats Remi say

Rosalie: He says fuck it

[remiwarner]

– CROOKED SMILE

[rosaliestorm]

remiwarnertfc:

   “Nothing,” Remi shrugged, staring at the ceiling. “Ya rot like fuckin’ roadkill, ‘n that’s it, pretty much. S’fucked up.” He was just about to embark on his theory that everything was fake and he was the only person in the universe when he noticed that she wasn’t paying attention to him anymore.

     Rosalie was lying with her phone held up in front of her face, smiling drunkenly at the screen as she fumbled with it to write something.

   “Who ya textin’?” Remi edged closer, laying his head next to hers so he could look at the screen. He saw his name a couple of times, and various emojis, but other than that it was too hard to focus on, the way Rosalie was moving it around as she tried to formulate her next response.

“Hmm?” Rosalie could hardly focus on her phone, let alone her phone and Remi, and she began to laugh when he tried to read what she’d been texting. She turned her face to the side to face him, just handing him the phone instead of explaining, “Jerome.” 

She bit her lip, trying not to giggle in his face. “You worked really hard on those tables.” She paused, “So did I. Should take a break, for sure.”

She rolled over onto her stomach, grinning mischievously at him, “Do you think I’m weird now? Sorry - I just got to thinking about it. You don’t have to. But... I think it’d be fun.” 

[rosaliestorm]

TEXT --> JEROME

Jerome: Lmao u serious? 😭

Rosalie: I'm always serious

Rosalie: Doors unlocked 😉 if u wanncum

[rosaliestorm]

TEXT --> JEROME

Jerome: Lol come over then 👅💦

Rosalie: YOU cum over 👉🏼👉🏼👌🏼

Rosalie: betcha wont

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TEXT --> JEROME

Jerome: Idk... I haven't slept w/ Remi lol 😝 u gonna do it & compare?

Jerome: Nah @ the giraffe

Rosalie: Remi dont think of me like dat duh but i would need a refresher fromu even if idid the frick with that guy

Rosalie: To compare. for science

Rosalie: I am a fgiraffwe

[arinmelnikov]

– STYGGEN PÅ RYGGEN

[rosaliestorm]

arinmelnikov:

     Arin listened attentively, a serious expression on his face. It wasn’t a whole lot of information, but it was enough to confirm his suspicions about Queenie’s brother. That he was as dangerous as he looked – if not more. As if Arden wasn’t enough, now they had this fucking prick to contend with as well. Arin swore to himself that he wouldn’t let that Government piece of shit discover anything more about him than he already had. He didn’t need this affecting the rest of his gang.

   “Can you find out more?” He asked Rosalie, not bothering to answer her question, which, in his opinion, was rather brainless. He could’ve told her as much – his innate knack for intimidation seemed to work well on her, but learning about Kingston was more important at the moment. “He got family? You know where he lives? What’s he do exactly?”

“I can...” A small smile crept onto her lips, “He thinks I’m a moron. Even if he won’t say it out loud. He wouldn’t suspect anything.” The only agent who suspected Rosalie wasn’t as stupid as she seemed to most was Ulrich. Though, he questioned her fear - which was real. Either way, she could manage Kingston. She’d given him no reason to not trust her. 

“He has a father. But, that’s the only family I remember him talking about. I could get to his house if I had to, but I’m not great with directions. He’s a Black Ops agent. He goes undercover a lot. He knows you up and down, from memories. I mentioned your tattoos once, and he knew. He says he kills people in self-defense and not. He’s pretty dangerous.”

[yarakerrin]

– NOVA SCOTIA

[rosaliestorm]

yarakerrin:

   “Cars,” Yara answered without missing a beat. “The company I work for hunts down old classics and buys them, usually for cheap, and then we restore them and sell them at auction, retaining the profit. I do like it,” she nodded, for once not telling a complete lie. She had enjoyed being a fence, and would probably still be doing it, if not for… well, if not for what? She thought to herself. Agent Patel is dead. Perhaps I could pick it up again. “It’s exciting work, “ she said to Rosalie, out loud. “When you hit on a good find.”

     They chatted through the afternoon, discussing their places of work, the news, various hobbies, and whatever else came up. For dinner they ate takeout from a place down the street, and oh, how Yara had missed eating takeout. When they finished, she helped clean up, and then suggested they make themselves a couple of drinks.

   “Or do you always forget yourself when you’re drinking?” She asked, stopping in the middle of pulling two large glasses from the cabinet.

Rosalie listened, her eyes widening in excitement, feeling the other woman’s enjoyment of the topic. It made her happy inside to see someone else talk about something they felt a passion for. “Is it hard? To find the older cars? The classics?” She couldn’t help but wonder - she only saw those cars occasionally. Most people in Spring Valley and Summerlin seemed to prefer the fanciest cars possible, keeping the classics in their garages for people to envy over. 

“I... um, I can drink. I usually still know I’m still Rosalie, I think.” She answered quietly, nodding towards the kitchen and pulling the bottles from under the kitchen sink where she’d hidden them. “What’s your favorite? I think I’ve bought every kind they have. Or at least that guy said I did...”

She brought the ice container where Yara had the glasses, putting a couple pieces in each as she waited for the woman to make up her mind. 

[rosaliestorm]

TEXT --> JEROME

Jerome: 😂😂😂 what?

Jerome: You cuttin me off?

Jerome: Don't be mad pretty baby 😘

Rosalie: YEA

Rosalie: ANSWER HONESLT

Rosalie: R u beter than remi in bed

Rosalie: I WOULD HAVE SAID YRES BEFOR BUT IM ADT U

Rosalie: Have you ever sen a girafe

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sophxc:

     Soph closed her eyes and let Rosalie pull her close, resting her head on her shoulder. Silently, she soaked in every kind touch, every stroke on her back, every caress of her hair, feeling like she needed them to replace the bad touches that Nathaniel had left all over her body. She willed herself to stop crying, but still it took her a while before the tears subsided and she started feeling less choked up; less shell-shocked, less violated. Less like she had just experienced the entire nightmare all over again.

   “It’s okay,” she said finally, her voice quiet. “You didn’t know.”

“No.” 

Rosalie pulled away just enough so she could cup Soph’s face in her hands, her brow furrowing together.

“No. You have the right to be angry. At me. At him. At whoever you want. You were suffering, and I was a huge bitch to you. You’re not going to let him make you a doormat.”

“We don’t have to talk about it, okay? Just... don’t lose you. I’m gonna fix it.” Rosalie paused, “Do you wanna watch a movie?”

[rosaliestorm]

sophxc:

   “Because, um… I…” Sophia could feel fresh tears stinging her eyes already, but she pressed on. “I was at this party, a while ago, and I met a guy.”

   “And, um… I thought he was cute, and he seemed nice, s-so I went back to his place.” She paused, drawing a shaky breath as a tear rolled down her cheek. “I sat down on his bed and he… he went to get me a drink, but when he came back, he put this rag over my mouth, and I passed out.”

   “He kept me there for ten days. And every day, he… he touched me, and beat me, and said terrible things to me. He shocked me, and– he put a jar of bugs on me and let them crawl around on me… He cut me with a knife… And then he’d–” Her voice broke, and Sophia shook her head as another fat tear rolled down her cheek. “He used me like I was a doll. He liked it when I cried, or when I screamed. I had bruises all over… and… I was so scared.” Another quick, shaky breath moved her chest. “I only got away because he untied me one night so I could hold him when he slept.”

   “When I saw your texts, I– I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t want to talk about it. Because every time I do I give him more than he deserves. Every time I do it forces me to remember him, and I don’t ever want to think about him again.”

Rosalie had to wipe the tears from her eyes once Soph had finished her story. She didn’t have the right to cry. She’d been a shitty friend, self-centered and insensitive, and she owed it to Soph to hold it together.

She walked over, quietly pulling the brunette into her arms, shushing her story, “Don’t say any more. You don’t have to. Unless you need to.” Her hand rubbed gently along Soph’s back, while the other ran through her hair. She was determined to keep the girl as close to her as possible so she’d never be taken again. “I’ll kill him, Soph. So you never have to see him again. Or.. or... I don’t know, but... you’re safe here, okay?”

She didn’t understand how anyone could hurt someone else like that. Or why. All she knew was she couldn’t let it happen again. Soph didn’t deserve it. No one did. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think... I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I have no excuse. I’m so sorry Soph. I’ll do whatever I can to make you feel safe, okay? You can stay here as long as you want.”

[rosaliestorm]

sloanemadero:

   “Well, then we’ll buy you a punching bag and tape a picture of your dad’s face to it.  If anyone’s to blame, it’s him.”

   Sloane was about to point out that either way she was in danger - either the gangs or the Government were going to kill her, it was only a matter of who got there first - but Rosalie didn’t need to hear that.  Not right then.  “I guess I’ll just have to make sure to clear my schedule for you more often.  I think that sounds manageable.”

“Doesn’t matter anymore. Just gotta move on, I guess.”

She paused, wondering how it all worked - how did Sloane not get caught? “What do you do there, anyways? You don’t like... kill them or anything, right?”

[rosaliestorm]

harleebecks:

   Harlee quickly jot down her phone number on the back of a loose gum wrapper in the bottom of her own bag.  “Here you go.  Call or text when you need me.  If I don’t answer, I’m either asleep or fucking someone.  Either way, don’t try to call me again because I don’t like to be disturbed when doing those two things.”

   “See you around!”

[rosaliestorm]

sophxc:

     Soph nodded quietly, wiping the tear from her cheek with her index finger and blinking the rest of them away before following Rosalie out the door.

     They walked in silence, and they walked slowly, because even though she knew it was coming eventually, Sophia was not looking forward to what awaited her at their destination. Another serious talk. Flashes of memories she’d give anything not to relive ever again. Tears. Had she been in better shape, she might’ve been hurt that when Rosalie didn’t receive a response to her texts, she just immediately assumed that Sophia had skipped out. Not that she was dead. Not that she was hurt. Not that someone had taken her.

     Maybe Rosalie had forgotten that Soph was a gang member. Maybe she had chosen to forget it. Or maybe she just didn’t know what things were really like out in the desert, having lived uptown her entire life.

     Sophia had never been in Rosalie’s apartment before, but it was a beautiful place. Not as nice as Harlee’s, but certainly more than she’d ever be able to afford herself. She didn’t comment on it, though; the mood was too tense. She could sense in the air between them that, as soon as they walked through the door, Rosalie was waiting for an explanation.

   “Um…” she hesitated, turning to the shorter girl. “Is it okay if we… sit down?”

Truth be told, Rosalie did forget that Soph was a gang member. And, she had no idea what life in the desert was like, and she never really wanted to find out. All she knew was when she tried to reach out to a friend for help, she’d felt ignored. It’d been the first time she’d actually decided to find comfort in someone else instead of finding a way to harm herself in her deepest moment of self-hatred. And, she had reached an empty line.

She promised herself to never reach out again. People didn’t care about her. Only when they needed her, did they think of her.

She didn’t answer, sitting down upon her couch, crossing a leg over the other and nodding towards the other sofa for Soph to sit in. She was still angry, but she decided to hear her out. After all, she had been crying. What kind of person would Rosalie be if she let her walk away? 

“Why were you crying?” 

[arinmelnikov]

– STYGGEN PÅ RYGGEN

[rosaliestorm]

arinmelnikov:

     After a moment’s thought, Arin had to admit that the brunette was right. Whatever it was that the older Benton had planned, it sure as fuck didn’t include him being body snatched off the fucking street. When his phone suddenly came to life, flashing and vibrating, he looked at it for a moment, then pressed his lips together and decided that lingering in the city for a little bit longer couldn’t hurt.

     The main reason for this decision was the fact that he suddenly remembered just who the girl’s father was. Considering she had helped save his life, maybe she’d help him again now.    “So what the fuck’s your name, anyways?” He asked her, putting his fork down on his now empty plate, his eyes boring into hers.

   “And what do you know about a Kingston Benton?”

Rosalie paused - she’d never given him her name? Made sense. She recognized him, but he didn’t care who she was. Not until now. “Uh, Rosalie.” She replied, “Rosalie Storm.” At this point, if either were found out in this situation, they’d both be dead, so she saw no point in lying about her full identity. 

“I know he’s a government agent who’s... well, he reminds me a lot of my Dad. He’s scary.” She began, throwing in little tidbits that could be helpful as she continued, “I know he’s looking for you. I know he was really pissed when I didn’t turn you in that time you tried to kill me. Um...” Kingston only tolerated Rosalie’s presence because she had a skill - one that would be beneficial to him when he’d eventually need medical care. If she didn’t have that, she’d be far more disposable.

“I know he spends more time at work than anyone, and he’s killed a lot of people. He’s... obsessive about his work.” She paused, putting the pieces together, “Did he do this?” She realized they were up against someone who wouldn’t relent, making this far more dangerous. But, she didn’t care. 

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sophxc:

   “No…” Soph could feel it in her queasy stomach, in her heart, slamming uncomfortably against her ribcage, and she knew if she had to go through what had happened to her again, she’d break down. And there was no way she could let that happen in the middle of a crowded coffee shop. No, it was better just to… to have Rosalie hate her.

   “Never mind.” A tear rolled down her cheek, so Sophia lowered her eyes, trying to hide it from her friend. Her ex-friend. “I’ll just leave you alone.”

She thought about letting her go. Letting her walk away to deal with what she’d done. But, the tear sparked compassion in the brunette’s heart, and Rosalie sighed. 

“C’mon. My apartment isn’t that far.”