into the fire

status: closed

with: @caincarterx​

with: @cjmonroe​ 

where: his place  

she barges in the door of his home without being invited in first, never mind the fact he could be indecent or have a guest staying over.  either risk seemed highly unlikely with kids sleeping in the next room over. this couldn’t wait.  at least in her mind it took priority over anything else worth mentioning.  She wasn’t normally a early riser unless she’d just finished a night shift and after going home first, it’s safe to assume she never wants to return ever again.  yes, she’s being dramatic though wouldn’t you too if you saw your mom in the position she was in? just thinking about it has her gagging; quite literally.  “oh god, i think I’m going to be sick.” her niece and nephew sitting at the dinner table looked between one another and giggled.  playful hues pointed at them as if to say ‘ you better watch out ‘,  as more pure laughter rose to innocent faces.   she walked into the kitchen to join her brother momentarily getting distracted. “what is that?” gesturing to the inedible plates on the counter top, eyes meeting Cj’s in horror.  

FEATURING  —  @cjmonroe​

STATUS  —  Closed

LOCATION  —  Eden’s house

          The drink in Eden’s hand was a necessary one. Not just due to the death of two Charming residents, but because after she heard the news, Eden had decided it was time to rip the band-aid off. Yes, CJ had just suffered a loss and some might say she was being insensitive, but Eden was sure in her decision. Two life changing news, and this way he could grieve both at the same time. CJ had texted to let her know he was coming over, to check up on her and with everything going on, she appreciated the sentiment. Simultaneously, she was a nervous wreck due to what was about to come. Would they still be friends? When she heard a knock on her front door, Eden sighed before downing the remainder of her drink and placing the glass on the coffee table. After getting up and unlocking the door, she nodded up at CJ with a weak smile on her lips, “Hi. Thanks for stopping by to check up on me. I know things must be hectic right now” She spoke on autopilot while walking away from the door, and headed towards the bar-cart her grandmother had insisted on having and it always being stocked. “Would you like a drink? Because trust me, I do”

Leaning back against the kitchen counter with a contented sigh, Austin snorted out a brief laugh as he watched his older brother cradle the newest addition to the Monroe family. “Oh please, have you seen these dimples?” He fired back, reaching up to gesture at his wide, dimpled smile. All joking aside, Austin knew there was a firm layer of truth hidden beneath his laughter; Fallon was perfect in every way, making it hard for him to believe that he’d had anything to do with her existence. “Honestly, though, I catch myself thinkin’ the same thing. Half the time, I can’t even believe she’s real, man, much less mine.” Fondness spread across his face like wildfire as he watched his baby daughter peer up at her uncle with bright, curious blue eyes. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to that.

Austin blanched at the mention of their mother and reached for his beer, “Shit, I think she’s still considering it– or at least thinking about cuttin’ my balls off in my sleep.” Knocking back a quick gulp of his drink, he shook his head and sighed hard, “You shoulda seen the look she gave me the other night. I dunno who she wants to kill more, though– me, or Fallon’s mother.”

cj rolled his eyes at his younger brother, keeping his laughter gentle so as not to disturb fallon too much. as much as they joked about it, there really was no denying that she was a part of the monroe clan. the dimples really did match up. “ yeah, trust me that feelin’ never really goes away. even once she starts talkin’ & givin’ you attitude you’ll still be wonderin’ how the fuck you made a whole ass human. ” he chuckled, gaze dropping back down to meet the curious one that hadn’t left his face since he’d picked her up. “ you better give him hell, kiddo. ” he cooed down at her, stroking a thumb against her rosy cheek.

Grabbing the notepad and pen from the inside of the jacket she was now wearing, it was hard seeing everyone so fresh from what had happened and she knew it wasn’t going to be easy going rounds with everyone. People were hurt and angered, as they should be, by what happened. Two people had died and from what Adriana could tell it was certainly not justified. So to say she was even happy that CJ hadn’t put up any type of resistance was an understatement. No one really wanted to talk to her right now and that was typical. People when faced in situations like these either are trying to hide something, genuinely don’t know anything, or are so angered they try to point fingers and start muddling up information. The more who willingly gave up information, the better her job would be down the line. Ideally, of course.

“I do want to believe you but that would be a good start, yes.” Nodding her head as she agreed with him in that it didn’t look good. The only saving grace for either side was that someone from the MC and the gang had been victimized. Whether that be in retaliation or not, Adriana was betting it wasn’t. The way both had been killed in the same manner suggested something that no one in this town wanted. “I also was going to ask if you’d seen Sana. I kind of lost her after the first, uh, incident.”

status: closed

with: @austinmonroe​

“i just figured someone has to take care of you, it would be a damn shame if a diet of whiskey and nuggets ruined that body. i’m merely trying to stop a tragedy from happening, but i’ll certainly accept the queen title. you should see me in a crown.” she’d make a joke out of it but in reality, it was in-fact because she cared about him & his needs. she was kind to everyone she allowed into her bubble and cared not for the fact those outside of it saw nothing but her bitch face and blunt attitude. it was better that way, she typically disliked more people than she liked and blamed it entirely on her good judge of character. besides, kindness was far too easily exploited and she wasn’t here to be anyones push over. there’s a splitting grin that weaves onto her features and she gives a small shake of her head. “i’m just…” she pauses to ponder the rest of her sentence. “being good to you.” she hums, brown orbs enjoying his reaction & the way he bites at his lip. she’s simply rising to their challenge, one way or another, by the end of the night she was determined to make him tap out or pass out. “i take it you approve?” alara’s grin has softened into a wicked smirk as she slides the points of her nails down her chest, tracing just over the shape of the lace. it’s tantalisingly slow with the intent to torment, though all she’s really doing is making it harder for herself not to tell him to just pull over already. she really didn’t care that he was covered in grease. “did i not say no touching?” she scolds, though her tone was as soft as silk and she has no intention of removing his grip. “you’re well aware you should have both eyes forward and both hands on the wheel, if you crash your car you only have yourself to blame. my hands are capable of keeping me occupied while yours are busy.” it was a promise as much as it was a threat. calculating that it wouldn’t take too long to reach their destination, she trails her fingertips from his hand, up his arm and weaves a soft touch against the back of his neck. “i can do a lot in five minutes without your help.” it was a promise as much as it was an incentive for him to hurry up. there’s a sinful little giggle that escapes her lips, a sound that only confirms she knows exactly what she’s doing to him. her free hand continues its journey across her skin as she creates a gap between her thighs and sighs, almost sweetly.

Even without going into the gory details, recounting all of It was every bit as difficult as she’d predicted it would be. Seeing the different emotions playing out on his face, made it all the harder still, so many times as she spoke she had to return her gaze to the glass she gripped so tightly in front of her, visibly trembling and holding back tears by the time she moved on to speaking go how she broke things between them and chose to go. When she was finished she finally looked up at him, anxious over his first response to it all. He was the one person who had complete power over her, he could shatter her heart into a million pieces, and cause her more pain than Omer had ever managed to, simply with his words.

However, that was the price that so many people were willing to pay for love. Perhaps this would simply allow her to further test just how much she was capable of handling. The pay off she knew would be worth it for how much she ached for Theo and Lilah. She would never stop loving him, but she also knew that she had to face the possibility that there was no returning back to the bliss they once shared. When he spoke, she let a small breath her eyes closing momentary as she struggled with a response, struggling to find the words to make him understand how things had unfolded the way they did, the fear she could not speak to, she had no words to describe how completely and utterly gripping it had been she wouldn’t even venture trying.

“No CJ. What I’m telling you is that girl was no one, she was nothing more than an object. Meant to be seen and not heard, a pretty face and a warm body. When I ran away from home I chose to become the person I was meant to be, this name means more to me than my old one ever did, the things that I had to hide were to ensure my survival and nothing more. Should I have fucking told you the whole truth about my past? Yes. I’ll never deny that I was wrong not to. But you have to understand that I was scared, and alone. Then I found you, someone I began to care about like I’d never cared about anyone else before, I made friends here, I found a family here, all of which I’d never had before. And I was young and terrified of being alone again. It felt like if I acknowledged the past you would see me as that girl that I wasn’t!

For years it was like I was holding my breath waiting for the other shoe to drop, terrified each and every day that I’d lose everything, it was easier to simply forget. Because every time I would think about telling you the truth the fear of rejection, and disdain, of losing everything would come back. And the longer I kept the secret the harder it became to speak it. Yes, I was wrong to hide those things from you, but everything else everything from the moment we started our lives together was all me, I never once pretended. Knowing the name my father gave me, or the reality of the life I ran away from would not have changed who I was with you!”

Sana already knew he’d say that, of course he would and of course he’d have wanted to protect her without thinking for a second where that would all have lead. “You don’t think I know that? Do you honestly believe I didn’t think you’d have the willingness, or the guts to try to protect me? You would’ve done everything, and it wouldn’t have just been you the whole MC, Cain, Adriana, everyone we cared about would’ve gotten pulled into that nightmare. And you and I both know there was no way someone’s blood wouldn’t have spilled. And that I couldn’t stand the thought of. He was there for me, and I wasn’t selfish or cowardly enough to stand back and let all of you protect me. What would you have done if the roles were reversed? Allow the storm to pass through everyone, or just whether it yourself? I know I hurt you, and that you’ll probably always hate me for the lies and the decisions I made, but for me that was better than even the smallest possibility of something happening to you.”

as awful as it sounded, cj wanted nothing more than to just be angry at her — to hold onto that resentment he’d built up over the years, even if it was just for one more day. in his mind it made everything easier, but realistically it wouldn’t help the situation & the more she spoke about what had happened, the harder it was for him to feel anything but sadness for her. “ i wouldn’t have seen you any differently & i know deep down that you know that. ” he told her plainly, shaking his head for a second. “ look, i get it. everyone has baggage, big or small & you didn’t wanna tell me because even the thought of it was too much. i understand that, i really do. but i loved you & nothin’ you coulda told me woulda made me see you any differently. ” he sighed, though really it was a little late for that sentiment now.

she was right — of course she was right. there was no denying that every second of the fourteen years they spent together were real, but he almost couldn’t help but wonder if there was any part of it that wasn’t. as if that would somehow make this a little easier. he gave a small nod, his way of telling her okay, i believe you, before sitting himself down next to her. 

again, she was right. there was no way in hell he’d risk everyone around him if he could simply give himself up to whatever the danger was. as much as he hated to admit it, he respected the fact that she’d taken that move to protect everyone else, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. “ i don’t hate you, sana. ” he shook his head, though god did he want to. “ i’m just — yeah, i’m hurt. you could’ve left me a goddamn cryptic sticky note or somethin’, anythin’ that didn’t make me feel like my heart had been shoved into a blender. ” he scoffed, pouring himself another drink.