i will draw something else on this topic tomorrow after work like something nice

“hello,” the dark lord said, “i need a library card.”

“everyone needs a library card,” the librarian said brightly, sliding a form across the desk. “fill this out.”

the dark lord produced her own elaborately plumed quill from the depths of her robes and scrawled her name in handwriting that was completely illegible but seemed to whisper the secrets of the dark from the blinding white page. “yes, but i need mine in order to take over the tri-kingdom area.”

the librarian’s polite smile barely faltered. “funny, the last dark lord to try that didn’t bother with a card.”

“yes, and do you see that fool currently ruling our kingdom? no. of course not. utterly ridiculous, to attempt to take over any size country without a library card, much less an intermediate-sized one like this.” she accepted the thin plastic card with a gracious flourish of her gloved hand.

the librarian, adding the new card’s number to the database, privately agreed, but chose not to say anything.


the librarian balanced the pile of pulled books under one elbow and held the list of call numbers in their hand for easy consultation. “intermediate spell casting for grades three and four,” they murmured, running fingers along the peeling spines until they found it. “willing to bet that’s sorrel’s request.”

they fit the large, paperbound book under their elbow and moved on, checking the list again. “magical creatures encyclopedia, L through M. that’s jackaby trying to finish the entire set by midsummer.” they would get that one last to carry it around the shortest amount of time.

“next — the complete guide to raising the dead.” they paused in front of the row of shelves with the right call numbers. they could guess the requester of that one too, but knew better than to say it out loud.


the return slot thunked loudly as it swung open and closed, having swallowed the returned books with a wet gulp.

“good morning,” the dark lord said pleasantly as she looked up from sliding her books in — or as pleasantly as “good morning” could sound when it was uttered by a voice that sounded like gravel being chewed to pieces by the jaws of a large monster.

“it is, very,” the librarian said crisply, conjuring a clean handkerchief for the still-slobbering return slot.

the mouth just visible under the dark lord’s enormous cloak hood curved into a scythe’s blade smile, but she said nothing else.

“did you enjoy your books?” the librarian asked, since she wasn’t moving and there were no other people waiting (most likely because of the dark lord standing there).

the hood nodded up and down. “extremely. especially the taped lecture by doctor dramidius ardorius of the dark arts institute.”

“well, we have many more taped lectures. i especially recommend the one on the healing powers of tea.” they tilted their head in a now get out sign. the poor steam-powered self-checkout contraption would get overheated if people were too scared to check out at the front desk.

they didn’t really expect the dark lord to take the recommendation seriously, but the next day they noticed the cloaked, hooded specter glide out the door with the taped lecture on magic-infused herbal teas tucked between a CD of dark chants and a step-by-step art book on drawing occult symbols.


“you give good recommendations,” the dark lord said with a shrug when the librarian raised their eyes from the front desk’s computer to the shadows of her hood.

the librarian wasn’t sure what to say. “you seem to take up quite a lot of my time.”

“i’m only a simple library patron,” the dark lord replied in a saintly voice that resembled a dragon coughing up a partially digested house. “do you enjoy mermaid song?”

“yes. you can find the library’s collection in the CD section over there.” they looked pointedly back down at the computer.

“i hear there’s a concert on the shore tomorrow evening.”

“perhaps we’ll get a recording of it.”


the dark lord continued taking out books on various unsavory topics. the librarian continued suggesting books on healing, positive thinking, and community service. the dark lord seemed more amused with each visit. her smile was almost charming, once you got past the long, sharp teeth.


the librarian was trying to go about their usual morning ritual of pulling books that had been requested the night before, but the dark lord wouldn’t stop making faces at them from behind gaps in the shelves. she seemed to find it hilarious. the librarian hadn’t decided yet if they were amused or annoyed.

“ooh, look at this,” the dark lord said, pulling a sturdy but beaten up board book featuring a werewolf mid-transformation on the cover from the shelf. “this was my favorite when i was just a little menace.”

“somehow i’m not surprised.”

the dark lord tucked the book into the ridiculous basket made of a large skull that floated alongside her. “didn’t you have a favorite picture book when you were little?”

“Barker the Sentient Book End,” the librarian said promptly. “i screamed for it every night until someone read it to me, long after i’d already memorized each page.”

the dark lord cooed, sounding like a cross between an owl and something eating an owl. “adorable. i knew you had a little monster in you somewhere.”

the librarian crossly debated denying being a monster at all or pointing out they had actual kraken blood in them.


they should have guessed how close the dark lord was from how good her mood was, but it wasn’t until they arrived at work on monday that the librarian heard the news.

“the newest dark lord managed to overthrow the faeyrie monarchy last night. something about combining traditional herbal spells with a newfangled mental magic based on the power of willful thinking… or something. the news reporter mentioned the use of mermaid song in a mild kind of mind control, i think? i wasn’t listening. the good news is, our budget stays in place.”

the librarian contemplated hurling the can of bookmarks across the room, but concluded that it would be both unprofessional and unsatisfying. they settled for aggressively stamping returned, only slightly saliva-covered books with red ink.


the phone clicked loudly. “public library, how can i help you?”

“by taking my offer,” the dark lord said, slightly hesitant voice like a rock slide that wasn’t sure it was ready to slide. “the royal library in the capital needs a new head librarian.”

“why’s that?” the librarian spun in their new swivel chair, tangling the phone cord while they were at it, thinking they wouldn’t want to leave so soon after getting it.

there was a cough like the ocean spitting out a new island. “erm, hmm, last one got… eaten. tragic. these things happen when you’re very, very small, you know.”

“so i’ve heard.” the librarian stretched the phone cord and watched it bounce back. “well, i’m happy where i am.”

“well.” her voice was more disappointed than they’d expected. “it’s a very nice library, you know. large selection of mermaid song in the CD section.”

“the royal library is part of our system. i can request any materials from there that i want to be delivered here.”

a pause. the dark lord had not considered this. “well, maybe i’ll take the royal library out of the system.”

“you wouldn’t dare disrupt the workings of our very intricate library system set up at the dawn of time.”

“maybe i would!”

“no.”

“fine. i wouldn’t.”

the librarian swiveled some more, wrapping the cord around with them until it ran out of give and spun them in the other direction. “would you like to grab a coffee sometime?”

“yes,” the dark lord said, voice too surprised to resemble anything in particular. “i can travel down meet you tomorrow morning.”

“don’t you have things to do?”

they could sense the shrug from the other end of the line. “i’ll move the capital to your town. i can do that, you know. i’m the supreme ruler of the tri-kingdom area.”

“yes,” the librarian agreed, un-spinning to return the phone to its cradle. “just don’t forget who gave you the library card.”

Mirrors (Jughead Jones x Reader)

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Word Count: 1339

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

AN: The Riverdale break was killing me so I did this. But it’s back now and I’m a happy little bean.

You had been going to Riverdale high for a few years or so now. You were lucky to have met your now best friend Valerie, who is also a pussycat, otherwise you wouldn’t know what you would do. Making friends was never easy for you so having one was a miracle. Being the quiet art student who prefers to stay away from the crowds, sitting alone and sketching in a notebook, that’s who you were. Socialising wasn’t something you did everyday and you honestly tried to avoid talking to people you didn’t know as much as possible as you tended to make a complete fool out of yourself with your awkward behaviour.

Apart from Valerie and Pops who ran the local diner, there wasn’t anybody else who interested you in this small town. Well, apart from the mysterious boy that always seemed to be wearing a beanie named Jughead Jones. Ever since you first saw him busily typing away on his laptop in Pops the first week you moved here, you’d been head over heels for the guy. There was just something intriguing about him and it wasn’t just his odd name.

Yes, you’d been crushing on this boy for three years now yet you’d never actually talked to him yourself and you didn’t see yourself having a conversation with him anytime soon. But hopefully one day you’d gain enough courage to do so.


It was a Friday night and you were currently spending it alone at Pops. You were in the midst of drawing in your art book when you were interrupted by the man himself. “One chocolate milkshake for miss Y/N.” The friendly man sent you a smile as he placed your drink on the table. You couldn’t help but let out a wide smile at the old man, he always made you feel welcome. “Thanks Pops. So how have you been doing?" 

"Oh same old same old. But what about you missy, have you talked to that crush of yours yet?" He smirked, crossing his arms as he waited for your response. Yes, you had accidentally told Pops about your crush on Jughead, more like he figured it out but that’s another story. Letting out a sigh you leaned forward, resting your arms on the table. "I’m working on it…” Well that was a complete lie, but Pops didn’t need to know how pathetic you are that you can’t even talk to a freaking boy after a year.“

Sending you a sympathetic look he placed a hand reassuringly on your shoulder. "Come on now Y/N, I’m sure if he got to know you that boy would fall quickly." 

"I dunno pops…I think i’m just destined to be alone.” You sighed before lazily taking a sip of your shake.

 "I don’t think so…“ at those words the bell signalling someone entered the diner rang causing you to look up and see, oh wow it was him…it was Jughead. Looking up at pops with a nervous expression you noticed a smirk appear on his face making you feel uneasy. Before you could stop it he opened his mouth. "Jughead Jones, what can I get for you today my boy?" 

 At his voice Jughead turned around only to smile at the man, walking up to greet him. "Hey pops, just the usual for me please.” Oh god he was coming this way! You quickly looked down at the page of your sketchbook in front of you and started working on your drawing, hoping that he wouldn’t realise you were there and that Pops wouldn’t do anything stupid.

“Wonderful, that’ll be out in a minute. Say Juggy…have you met Y/N here?” Your body froze at his words and your breathing stopped, this was not happening. “Uh no, I haven’t. Hey I’m Jughead.” Finally looking up, your eyes met with his green ones and you struggled to form words as you stuttered out a response. “I-I’m uh, I’m Y/N, I know who you are.” Well that didn’t sound creepy at all! “I mean-I go to the same school as you…yeah.”

Well great you’ve already blown your chances and it look likes Pops abandoned you as well. Just great. Your frantic thoughts were interrupted by the boy in front of you chuckling at your introduction. “Well Y/N, do you mind if I sit here?" 

"Yeah uh you can do that.” You mumbled out as heat rose to your cheeks as you blushed in embarrassment. Taking the seat in front of you Pops came just in time as he placed Jugheads drink in front of him before sending you a not so subtle wink and walking away. That man I swear. "So…you’re into art I see.“ Jughead spoke up as he glanced down at your sketchbook open in front of you.

"Oh well I guess, I mean yeah…I am." Gosh why were you so awkward! This was your crush you’re supposed to be impressing him, not acting like a fool.

"That’s really cool. Do you mind if I take a look." He seemed genuinely interested so you shyly nodded your head, handing him the book. ” Um sure.“

As he flipped through your sketchbook he studied every drawing intently making you nervous. But as he finished he looked up at you in what appeared to be…awe? "Woah Y/N these are…amazing. Where did you learn to draw like this?" You blushed at his words, looking shyly down at your lap as you fiddled with the ends of your sweater. "Just practiced I guess." 

"Well you’re really talented.” He sent you a smile as he leaned back against the seat. He crossed his arms as his eyes looked at you as if he was studying you. Feeling vulnerable under his gaze you spoke up and changed the topic to something other than yourself. “Oh uh thank you. What about you though, writing for the school newspaper and all. I read your articles, they’re really good." 

 "I’m surprised people actually read those." He chuckled before taking a sip from his drink. 

"Well I dunno about everyone else but I do." You joked before doing the same and taking a sip from your shake.

 "Gee thanks." Jughead feigned being hurt by your words and dramatically placed his hand over his heart, causing you to rush out an apology. "Oh n-no I was just kid-"  

Your worried expression made the boy burst out in hysterics as he reassuringly placed his hand over yours. "I was just joking, it’s alright.”

Feeling overwhelmed by his touch and his small prank your cheeks reddened once again as you pulled your hand away from his hold, taking another drink from your shake. As you placed the glass back down you heard a small chuckle come from Jughead, looking up at him in confusion he let out another laugh. “You have a little something on your nose-here let me." He explained before leaning across the table coming incredibly close to your face, causing your heart to race and your breath to hitch in your throat. His hand reached out, eyes locking on your own as his thumb swiped across the tip of your nose removing the bit of froth that was previously there. He leaned back into his seat, leaving you sitting their utterly confused at his previous actions. "Oh uh thanks.”

 He sent you a smirk before finishing off his drink and standing up from his seat. “You’re welcome. I gotta get going but I’ll see you at school tomorrow, it was nice talking to you, we should do this again sometime.”

Still in shock over everything that just happened you nodded. “Sure yeah that’d be great. I’ll see you at school then?" 

"See you then Y/N.” He smiled before leaving, walking out the door as you still sat their like a lost puppy, still wondering what the fuck just happened. Stuff like this only happened in books and movies, not your boring life! Your thoughts are interrupted as Pops voice speaks up from next to you. “What did I tell you?" 

Temptation: Part II

Part II is here! I was so happy with how you all reacted to Part I that I couldn’t stop myself from writing more. So I stayed up really late last night and here we are! Please, always remember that I am always glad for feedback. Happy reading!!

Part I / Part III / Part IV / Part V

Feyre felt exhausted. After six hours of traveling to the Academy with her father, making small talk about what her classes would probably be like, and pretending she was a lot more excited than she actually was, she’d at least expected to have some peace and quiet here at the school. But instead she had this:

“It’s just so unfair!” Cassian exclaimed. “She doesn’t even get to, I don’t know, fight back—”

“Get over it already,” Amren rolled her eyes at him sighing as if she’d heard this a million times. “It’s a TV show, you’ll survive.”

Keep reading

I’m having an emotionally terrible day today, so guess who else gets to have a terrible day.


Steve wakes next to Tony and thinks Something is wrong. For a moment he can’t place it. The tower is quiet. If anyone’s awake, they’re spending their insomnia doing something he can’t hear. And he hears so much. Tony’s heartbeat, following just a millisecond after the bass thrum of his pacemaker. Air whistling through grates and lungs and drafty cracks that exist no matter who hard Tony tries to engineer them away. The sheets are smooth and cool against his skin, but he feels feverish.

He lays staring at the ceiling for a moment and then turns to put his arm over Tony. There’s nothing there. It comes crashing down on him suddenly. Blood and brick and ash and Bucky and Nat quivering beneath him and gunfire and unbelievable pain in his arm. The phantom of it chases up his shoulder and down his spine and his muscles contract, cramping so tightly tears spring to Steve’s eyes.

He doesn’t want to wake Tony, but his body is drawing tighter and tighter and in desperation he bites his lip, feeling blood well up where his teeth are sharpest. With a crippled lurch, he rolls to his left instead and pushes himself up with his good hand. He can see his calves pinching inward, throbbing and spasming with each beat of his heart.

Breath hissing fast through his teeth, Steve manages to plant his feet on the floor and heave himself off the bed. His gait is stiff as an old man’s as he shuffles from the room into Tony’s private living room. It’s chilly, with the air conditioner blowing air over his bare shoulders and the massive windows. When the bedroom door safely closes, Steve lets out a groan and nearly falls to his knees. He never cramped like this, even when he was little. He hasn’t told Tony, but he has theories about it. He wonders if maybe it isn’t his healing factor displacing the energy that would be used for his arm into other parts of his body. He hasn’t told anyone about it. He doesn’t want them to know.


Another spasm races up his spine to his shoulder, contracting what remains of his bicep and tricep until his arm is on fire. He tries to rotate the shoulder, to loosen the muscles that are now rebelling against him, but somehow that just makes it worse. More tears spill down his face and he feels so utterly helpless, so completely powerless in a way that has become foreign to him. The serum was supposed to make his body reliable, even when all his other faculties fail him. And now it’s turned against him to. Maybe Steve Rogers was never meant to be whole and healthy. Maybe Erskine disturbed the universe by trying to fix him.

Steve’s not sure when the tears turn from ones of pain to ones of frustration, but he is aware of the sudden, ginger touch at the base of his neck.

“Steve?”

He huffs out a shuddering sob and tries to wipe his face in his ruined shoulder. “Sorry. Did I wake you?” He can’t look back, but he knows Tony’s not fooled.

“JARVIS did. I’m glad he did.”

Just then, another spasm makes Steve’s muscles clench in, and he hears Tony hiss, just seeing it. “Oh god, Steve. No wonder you… Here.”

Tony’s thumbs and fingers are digging into his neck and back suddenly, and for a moment, it hurts even worse, like being shocked by Thor’s lightning. He wants to buck Tony away, to go and nurse his wounds alone where no one can see this weakness. The team doesn’t need to see this. They don’t need to know. But he knows that would hurt Tony even worse, so he remains, teeth bared against the absolute agony of his rebelling muscles.

He doesn’t know how long Tony works over his back, but eventually, Tony urges him down onto his stomach and starts working over his shoulders and arms, his lumbar, his glutes, thighs, and calves. The cramps ease and then die away. Tony talks the whole damn time. “That’s it. Drop your scapula here. There we go. Much better. Man this is a tough knot. Did I tell you about how DUM-E soldered the face plate to the groin plate a few weeks back? JARVIS says it was an accident, but I think DUM-E was saying something about my thinking processes. What do you think? Hey, we should do team breakfast tomorrow. Might be nice, right?”

On and on he goes, his brilliant mind wandering from topic to topic with not even a tangential relation except in the webs of Tony’s on brain. He sees those connections that Steve doesn’t, and somehow, that makes it better. At last, he’s undone. Limp on the couch, stump hanging off the edge and stretching his pec deliciously. Tony’s just as exhausted and he lays out on top of Steve, cheek to cervical vertebrae.

“Better big guy?” Tony murmurs, press a lily soft kiss to his shoulder blade.

Steve doesn’t have the heart to tell Tony the truth, so he just says. “Yeah. Thanks.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! here's a prompt I found: "my parents kicked me out and you're the only person that bothered to ask the crying, obviously lost kid with a suitcase if something was the matter" Elsanna with Anna being the one who gets kicked out (for w/e reason) :)

Ayyyyy, I loved this!! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

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How long had the child been there? No one could tell for sure, no one had paid attention. All they could tell is that right now she was sitting on the pavement, with her arms around her folded legs and her face hidden in her knees.

Occasionally, her shoulders shook and a sniffle could be heard. People walked past her and some wondered for a second what had happened to her. But how many kids are wandering the streets? Way too many to pay attention to each one. Whatever her problem was, she’d soon find a way to solve it. She’ll be fine, people thought. Surely the person coming behind would help her.

The blonde woman saw her, too. She saw her tangled red hair, saw the dirty sneakers, and saw the suitcase right beside her. She didn’t wait; she knew no one else would come.

“Hey, darling, what’s the matter?”

The girl shook her head without looking up.

“Love, what happened? Are you hurt?”

Still no answer from the girl on the ground. The blonde woman crouched next to her, and placed a tentative hand on her shoulder. The girl winced.

“Shh, don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.”

Little by little, the girl stopped crying and the woman managed to lift her head.

The woman gasped. The girl’s lip was swollen, a speck of dry blood still on the corner. There was a bruise on her cheekbone that extended to part of her actual cheek. She looked like she’d been crying for days.

“Good God, honey, who did that to you? We have to call your parents, we have to get help to punish the bastard who hurt you.”

But the girl shook her head.

“There’s no point.”

“But-”

“It… it was my stepfather.”

The girl looked down again. She tried to purse her lips, but winced at the pain.

The woman glanced at the suitcase. “You ran away?”

“I got kicked out.”

“Why?”

“They caught me kissing some girl. And the thing is, it’s not the first time. My stepfather got angry and said he didn’t want any dykes in his house. And my mom does what my stepfather says, so…”

The girl trailed off, drawing patterns on the ground with her fingernail. Her companion waited until she was ready to continue.

“I mean, I don’t hurt anyone, do I? How can it be bad? I just don’t like boys that way. That doesn’t make me an aberration, does it?”

“Of course not, darling. Love is something beautiful, loving someone isn’t something to be ashamed of.” The woman stroked the girl’s red hair. “Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?”

“I’m- I’m fine. I guess I’ll just be on my way and-”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“I… Yesterday morning.”

“It’s almost six pm. I bet you’re starving.”

The girl didn’t meet her eye. She sighed quietly.

The woman got up and held out her hand.

“Come on. Come with me.”

The girl stared at the woman’s hand. She reached for it, and then stopped herself.

“How can I know you’re real? I mean, how can I know that you’re not tricking me? That you’re not trying to win my trust and then take me somewhere and hurt me?”

The woman smiled.

“That’s a great question and I’m glad you ask, you know how to stay safe. See that diner across the street? It’s my brother’s. That’s where I would take you. Everyone can see and hear you if you need anything. After that, we’ll do whatever you wish, I’ll take you wherever you ask.”

The girl’s eyes traveled between the diner and the woman. Finally, she took her hand.

The woman helped her up and led her towards the diner.

“I’m Elsa, by the way.”

“Anna.”

Anna examined Elsa while they walked. She was very beautiful, with her long silvery hair and her dark blue eyes, and she looked confident and gentle. The diner was clean, warm, and smelled wonderfully to her roaring stomach. She decided to trust.

“Hey, Kristoff,” greeted Elsa happily.

“Hey sis.” They hugged. “And who’s this little one? What happened to you, darling? Who do I have to kill?”

“Her name is Anna. Parents kicked her out and she’s been wandering about for a couple of days. She was right across the street, Kristoff, I don’t know why you didn’t see her.”

“It’s been crazy in here. I’m terribly sorry.”

Kristoff looked sincere, and his smile was just as kind and open as his sister’s. Perhaps Anna would trust him, too. 

“May I make up for it with a burger and fries? And a milkshake?”

For the first time, Anna smiled.

“I… That would be nice…”

When her food arrived, it was all Anna could do not to wolf it down. Elsa gave her a moment of privacy to eat and relax while she caught up with her brother. After a while, she returned and sat across Anna.

“Why are you helping me?” Anna asked.

“I too was kicked out once. My brother was abroad, and when he returned he immediately came looking for me, but the weeks in between were very hard. It is my wish that no one else goes through that.”

“Elsa has helped a lot of people,” said Kristoff. “She’s in contact with shelters and institutions. She’s a lawyer, too, so you can probably sue the hell out of your stepfather and win a fortune.”

“Why were you kicked out?” Anna couldn’t think of one reason parents wouldn’t want a daughter like Elsa.

Elsa smiled. “Same reason as you.”

Anna stared at her. Elsa had seemed the classical type of woman. The kind who would be married to a rich businessman, have a blond, blue-eyed baby, and own a large house with a fancy car and a dog. Elsa looked so put together, had her life so well figured out, that to Anna it seemed impossible she could ever be any similar. Yet she started out like me. She was alone in the street like me. She feels the same way I do. If she could make it, then so can I.

“Anyway,” continued Elsa. Anna noticed how swiftly she had evaded the topic of her own story, but made no comment. “I don’t know what you plan to do from now on, but we’d like you to know you can stay with us as long as you need. We have an extra room in our apartment, if you’d like. At least to spend this night, and then tomorrow we can see if you’d feel more comfortable somewhere else.”

At that point, Anna wouldn’t have left Elsa if humankind depended on it. She accepted the offer, and was taken to (obviously), a beautiful, cozy flat, where Elsa’s good taste was clear in every detail.

Anna was quickly installed in the spare room, and while Kristoff made even more food she finally had the chance to shower and change into fresh clothes. When Elsa popped in to check on her, Anna found herself at a loss for words.

“Thank you,” she murmured lamely. “I don’t know how to pay you back for all of this. If you hadn’t helped me, I’d be…” Anna trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

“Don’t even mention it. It’s the least I could do.”

But to Anna, it was everything. It was a debt for life.

“You- you said you’re like me…” As she spoke, Anna slowly began to unbutton her blouse. “It’s not much, but it’s all I have.”

Immediately Elsa’s hands were on hers, stopping her motions.

“No. No, no, no. That’s not why I brought you here. I would never ask you for such things in exchange for protection. You’re not an object, Anna. You’re a very special person. I want to help you because what they’ve done to you is absolutely horrible and you don’t deserve it, not because I’m trying to take advantage of you. You will never let me do that, and you will never let anyone else, ok?”

No longer able to contain herself, Anna threw her arms around Elsa and began to cry.

“Thank you. Really, thank you so much. I’ll pay you back, I swear. I can work, I can do whatever you want, I can work at your brother’s restaurant, or help with the house, or wherever you need, I’ll do anything you ask me. I really will.”

Elsa returned the hug and stroked her hair.

“Don’t worry about that. What matters now is that you’re safe, and you’ll stay that way. We’ll take care of you. Nobody can hurt you anymore.”

Anna had always mistrusted even her own shadow, but something in the warmth of Elsa’s voice made it impossible to doubt her. And, for the first time in a long time, maybe ever, Anna was truly happy.

PLOT TWIST - Part 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

MASTERLIST

The most irrelevant and dangerous part of my life had begun in the moment Cameron and I kind of had this deal. Sleeping with him without anyone knowing it was sort of exciting but on the other hand riskier that anything I had ever done.
I knew that in the moment the media finds out about our thing they wouldn’t let go of us until they get everything they want about us. I was supposed to be the sad, heart-broken young girl who had to watch her ex-boyfriend move on their relationship in minutes while in the reality I was the one who slept with a stranger at a party and then started a friends with benefits relationship with him while working with him. I was screwed on so many levels and in so many different meanings that I didn’t even want to think about the results that could happen if something gets out. I just shut my eyes closed and pretended everything was okay.

“Hurry up, we are on!” I cheered seeing ourselves appear on the screen as Cameron walked in with a glass of water in his hands.

He was wearing nothing else than his boxers and I only had my panties and a t-shirt on. We didn’t even leave the bed since our deal had been arranged, but thought we would have a short break and watch ourselves on the TV.

“We kinda look great next to each other,” he smirked at the screen putting the glass down to my nightstand and then climbed back next to me.

“We are young and sexy, what would look bad?” I joked making him laugh.

“Yeah, can’t argue with that,” he mumbled kissing me quickly on the lips and then turning back to the TV.

We watched the whole show commenting almost everything. We saw what we should have done better and knew what was absolutely good just like that. The slight tension was visible but maybe only for us, so that was one thing we agreed we would work on, but since we had a deal it was obvious that we would solve this problem next time.

As the show was over Layla immediately called me.

“Hey, so how was it?” I asked curious about her opinion.

“Not bad, I actually liked it and as far as I know people liked it too. If you loosen up a bit more it would be great, but it was alright.”

“Thanks,” I smiled and glanced over at Cameron who was also replying to reactions in connection with the show.

“Okay, see you in the morning, to be continued!” she cheered and then ended the call. I threw my phone to my nightstand not really wanting to deal with all the attention I was getting, I thought I would reply to everything later, when I won’t have a half-naked Greek God in my bed.

I climbed next to Cam who was still typing something on his phone and then started to kiss his toned arms all the way up to his shoulder.

“That feels amazing, but I have to leave soon,” he mumbled glancing over at me with a smirk on his lips.

“One more round?” I asked innocently raising my eyebrows at him. He put his phone down sliding his hands to my waist.

“No man would say no for that,” he chuckled before getting on top of me and freeing me from my clothes.

 

As much as we loved our new deal, we had other things in our lives, so we couldn’t just sleep around all day. Cam had to leave and I also had some work to do before I went to, like, actually sleep.

Just before I was about to switch my TV off and let myself relax and fall asleep I got a text from him.

“Had sooo much fun today with you. Sweet dreams, get some sleep, you’ll need a lot of energy for tomorrow’s work and… for the good stuff. See you tomorrow ;)”

“That kinky fucker,” I laughed before replying to him.

“The same thing stands for you too. See you in the morning, looking forward to spend more time with you again.”

 

“I can’t believe you are really doing this,” Elena sighed on the other end of the call. I was getting ready to leave, Layla could be there anytime to pick me up, but I made a quick call to my best friend to tell her what was going on with Cameron. And I also needed her to be familiar with the situation in case I needed a cover.

“Neither do I, but… I can’t do anything else.”

“You know that it’s going to turn at one point?” she asked seriously.

“What do you mean?” I asked in confusion as I threw my stuff into my bag and went into my wardrobe to find my shoes.

“These kind of relationships have to turn into a particular direction. You either say goodbye because it becomes too much to handle, or turn into an actual relationship. Which one is going to happen to you?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Neither. There is no rule that any of these things have to happen. Don’t try to scare me, Elena.”

“I warned you, Zena. I warned you.”

“Yeah, whatever. I just need you to be my cover if something happens. Will you do this for me?”

“Sure,” she said with a sigh.

“Thanks. I gotta go, talk to you later.”

“Yeah, bye.”

Day two at filming, day one at being friends with benefits with Cameron. I was already in my dressing room getting my hair and makeup done when he texted me that he arrived. As an excuse to meet me he got my cards for the day and soon he was in my room sitting on the sofa waiting for me to be ready, or more likely to be alone in the room.

“Wanna have lunch again?” he asked not looking up from his phone.

“Sure, but I have a meeting in the afternoon,” I mumbled as the makeup artist did the final touches on my face and then a few minutes later she and the hairdresser left.

“So that means we can’t meet until the evening?” Cam asked the question that really interested him.

“Yeah, sorry. I have a casting but after that I’m free. Want me to come over to your place?” I asked checking out my cards and adding the stuff I searched for the other night in connection with the topics.

“Sounds great.” He got up and walking over to me he leaned down to my face. “Want to spend the night over?” he asked smirking at me as he popped an eyebrow.

“That’s tempting, we’ll see.” Putting my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss I had been wanting since I woke up in the morning. I cut it short not wanting anyone to walk in on us and we also didn’t have much time before starting.

At the very beginning this whole thing was funny. Cam and I knew something no one else knew and it was exciting. When nobody listened he told me inside jokes that only we understood and the awkward feeling that was in me yesterday was all gone. I enjoyed this job and had no worries. I really thought that this can work out between us. I mean, we were adults, we could keep this between us.

We had lunch, a bunch of paparazzi were up in our asses the whole time, but oddly, Cameron’s company could make me forget that thousands of photos were taken of us that were about to land on some gossip sites. We didn’t do anything suspicious, we were just two colleagues, no, two friends having lunch together. I was a bit afraid that we wouldn’t be able to draw line and pretend like we have nothing between us when we are out in the public, but Cam made it seem like it wouldn’t be a thing I had to worry about it.

Later on, I had to leave for my casting, and when I was done my first thing to do was to text Cameron that I was on my way to his place.

“So how did it go?” he asked when I arrived. I just shrugged, I didn’t like to talk about my castings. I either got the role or not, I stopped worrying about these stuff years ago.

“We’ll see,” I smiled at him putting my stuff down.

He showed me around in his apartment, that was cleaner than I would have thought and I also liked the style, he had a nice taste in furniture. Then we ate Chinese food and as if we had a schedule for the evening, we had sex. I got used to this so quickly that I didn’t want to go back to that time when I was sitting at home watching New Girl all over and over again on my TV.

“So you want to spend the night?” he asked smirking at me as we were just lying in the bed listening to some music he put on. I sighed, it was really tempting and I already got too comfy in his bed, so my lazy self gave the answer.

“Yeah, if you want me to.”

“Hell yes. This way we have more time,” he grinned at me.

“More time for what?” I challenged. Instead of answering my question he just leaned closer and pressed a hungry kiss to my lips.

“For this.”

It was official. I was addicted to having him around (and of course having sex with him) and I just didn’t know how it would turn out very soon. Because it would have been too good to be true. Things went too smooth, something had to go wrong.