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[wendy "widow" moira hughes]

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------ So... she wasn't killing anymore... great. So now what? Why did Widow think she could change? Law school was a breeze, she liked being able to argue and charm her way into a win. She was good at it, but apart from when she was in class she was just... bored. She still hung out with J.R. from time to time, but something felt different from when they were "running away together" so to speak. And Maggie was usually pretty busy. Marital drama. Not a fun couple to look at when dealing with your own feelings towards someone. The truth was, even with Jasper engaged... it caused an uncomfortable ache inside of her she couldn't explain and couldn't shake. It's not even like if they broke up that Widow and him could... I mean, he had gone and had a kid! What was she supposed to do with that? She hated kids. They were like rats with opposable thumbs. But this feeling of regret in her... It was poisoning everything. Even her one nighters with random tasty treats she hook lined from bars, didn't really thrill her as they once had. It was as though part of her missed the action.

------ Widow sometimes wondered if Liz felt the same. Donny was fucking getting off on his new found confidence in becoming more like his alter-ego. Oh and by the way, when the rest of their little tag team found out it was a shock, still. They knew him since birth practically and they had never known. Widow understood Donny not telling Liz or Orion, especially Orion but she and Donny had always been friends. They had always been close. But whatever, Widow understood secrets. Her feelings for Jasper were still a secret from Liz and the other's in the house. It's not like some didn't suspect. Kale smelt the pain radiating from her whenever Jasper's name was mentioned. That Brit was like a bloodhound when it came to attraction. He had actually walked in on her waxing her legs that morning. Of course he made a sex joke but then he stayed in the bathroom with her, she was in a towel, nothing happened, as if. But he was talking about waxing and how it must hurt but really once you get used to it, it is only mildly uncomfortable at worst. The idiot even let her wax part of his chest to test it out. It was a rare moment of just pure fun and fucking around. He was a good addition to their group. Even if they had to pump his stomach every so often because he accidentally confused some cleaning solution in his equipment for his soda.

------ Widow was finishing up getting ready. She looked herself in the mirror as she finished applying mascara. It was the same as it her whole life. Fat cheeks, fat arms... short. Boobs were still good though. She turned on her stilettos and left the siren house. She was going to meet Maggie before she had to go to class. It was just lecture today but she quite liked her professor, totally hot older man piece. Plus, we all know how Widow feels about a man in a suit. Classy men equalled pure sex to Widow. She briefly wondered why she hadn't tried playing cat and mouse with him. Surely a professor/student thing that's always in the pornos would sex things up a bit. But the thought was only a passing one as she walked down the street, her heels hitting the sidewalk with a comforting clacking sound she had always loved. Widow was one of those girls that acts like they're on top of the world and walks like it too but she still couldn't look herself in the mirror without seeing her flaws written in permanent ink across her forehead. If asked, should could ramble on about how wonderful she was. If she was trying to be truthful, she would tell you her tits were like pillows from heaven and after that would be silence.

------ Widow glanced over her shoulder in both directions as she made her way across the street. She was on her way to a small cafe. It was a little less commercial than Starbucks but a whole hell of a lot less weird than that Mellow place where all the dirty people with dreadlocks flocked. She secured her bag in her hand as she entered the cafe with a small ding. She ordered a tazo passion ice tea before taking the cup to a small table in the window and sitting down to wait. She glanced up out the window and briefly wondered if Jasper still liked his coffee the same way before kicking the thought from her head and smiling as she saw Maggie come in. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in?" She greeted. "How are you stranger?"

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; maggie<3
CREDITS;; format stolen from lainey, with a little tweaking by me
LYRICS;; 'dog problems' by the format
CLOTHES;; here
NOTES;; little shitty, please forgive<3

[magdelena e. g. giovanni]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 20px solid #475447; border-bottom:20px solid #475447; border-top:20px solid #475447; border-right: 20px solid #475447;] it had been a long time since maggie giovanni had seen her best friend. that just would not do. maggie and widow had been friends for a long time now and though a lot of that time had been spent apart, maggie liked to think that the two of them could still be close. they were similar creatures and though maggie had settled down she was anything but settled around widow. the girl was like a natural high to maggie. around her maggie tended to smile more and she was always more willing to go out and do things when widow was the one asking her to do so. she'd met widow back when she was a kid and ever for years now they'd been joined at the hip whenever they had been in the same town. recently though with all the luca drama maggie hadn't had a chance to see much of her best friend. the last time she'd gotten a chance to see her was one of her first days back when she'd piled all the sirens into the m lounge and since then maggie had been so bogged down with dealing with luca, rekindling with luca, and finding out she was pregnant with luca's baby that it had sucked up a majority of her time. it was a lot to face over the course of a few months and was a majority of the reason why maggie hadn't seen much of widow lately. luca had really taken up all of her time. first she had been fighting with him almost uncontrollably. widow had seen a lot of that. hell she'd told wid about the many times they'd fought she just hadn't seen her best friend face to face in what felt like an eternity. she had called her all the time to just vent about how lonely she was because luca wasn't around and that she didn't even know if he was dead anymore or what. it had been an honest to goodness mess that maggie wasn't all too proud of, but what widow didn't really know was that they'd reconnected and had really started trying to rebuild their obliterated relationship. maggie hadn't told widow about the therapy. she had figured that if she had widow would have told her it was beyond salvation and that she should just turn tail and run while the option was still hers to have. widow didn't come across as a huge fan of luca and for good reason. it always seemed as though of everything on the list of good and bad things that the pair had been through that the bad outweighed the good. what was scary though was that the good times were beyond wonderful and enough to keep maggie interested in finding solid ground. with kids on the way maggie had to hope that they were in for more good times than bad. one could only hope. maggie had to wonder though if widow would really support that decision. she didn't yet know that maggie was pregnant, something she was intending on telling widow first, but not before dropping a hint or two and giving her a chance to work it out for herself. widow was a smart girl and maggie had no doubt in her mind that she would figure it out with the right set of hints. "hello hello!" she said with a bright smile as widow greeted her. "oh you know me. i'm just figuring all my crap out one day at a time. you want a bite to eat? my treat." she asked, giving widow a moment to answer before she headed off to get some grub. she grabbed a raspberry lemonade and a turkey club sandwich with fries for herself before she headed back to the table to sit. "how've you been my little lawyer to be? i know it's been forever since i saw you last and i feel terrible but i've been up to my eyeballs in giovanni drama and it's been sucking all my free time." she said with a heady sigh. "luca and i have been trying to rekindle, or should i say for a while it was him begging and me waiting for a little bit better begging." she smirked over at her pal as she took a fry and popped it into her mouth. god was it this pregnancy or what? everything tasted heavenly and yet at the same time maggie knew that it was highly unlikely it would all stay down. no matter how good it tasted nothing seemed to want to stay in her stomach for an extended period of time. "so i know i've been a no show and everything but how've you been? and have you seen my brother lately? he pretty much dropped off my map and refuses to respond to me...that is unless it has to do with the lounge. the only way to bait him nowadays is with booze. i don't get it." maggie honestly didn't know what was wrong with her brother. he'd been so good at playing the protective older brother when she was a kid and all of a sudden the giovanni's come around and it's like he's out of the picture. she knew that a lot of shit had gone down, so much so that he'd needed to get out of valkyrie simply to get away from his problems, but it had been years. she had hoped he would have gotten over whatever it was that was ailing him by now. instead he was just a ghost in her life. the only times she'd ever seen him around significantly was when he was soaking up her alcohol like a sponge at the m lounge. and much to that point he was costing her a pretty penny that fausto was not going to like hearing about. "and what's up with you. is there some special man or does one certain richardson boy still own your soul?" she said as her voice kind of fell a little. maggie knew how hooked widow had been on jasper and just how well that situation had worked out. she had hoped that she would have moved on to bigger and better things by now. one could only hope. notes, took forever. my badness. word count, 1,048 thanks brooklyn from caution

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[wendy "widow" moira hughes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #294537 solid 30px; ] I've reached the point where all I want, OUTFIT: here. TAGGED: ruby/maggie. --- EVERYTHING SEEMED TO BE FALLING APART, SHE FOUND herself missing the perky spirit of Isabel Davis more and more often lately. It was the hardest thing in the world to see Jasper the other night. And with no warning. Widow should not blame Liz, but she did. Of course. Liz did not know anything about Jasper. Other than Jasper and Widow, she was pretty sure the only people in the world that knew at least some of the information about the two were Olivia, his sister, Donny, Maggie and awkwardly enough, J.R. A total of six if you include Widow and Jasper. Widow found out pretty quickly his practical fiance had no idea who she was meeting when she entered the siren house. Nor did their child. Ugh gag. Kids. Not exactly Wid's specialty. They were dirty and needy, and loud and they're not even quite for the first year, just pudgy and wrinkled, sometimes blotchy. Yuk. Kale seemed to do well with kids though. Widow had walked through the door, getting back from class to see Kale carrying a baby, kooing over it. Wid had honestly thought he had kidnapped the thing at first. She forgot all about it's existence when she saw Jasper in the backyard with the rest of the group. She nearly had to vomit, a feeling that didn't go away as she spent a dinner watching him and his girlfriend. A blonde, puke again. Sand colored hair was pretty but that was as close to blonde as Wid's bitchy side could handle. Another problem had arisen though, one that made her far more uncomfortable than Jasper's little family and white picket fence. It went by the name Fredrick Anderson. He is the ex-senator of Texas. He and Widow's father had once made a deal a long time ago. It was the deal of a lifetime for the Sirens. A stretch along the Mexican border where the Senator used his connections to release boarder control, a blind spot known only to the Sirens. Now, how her father got the deal for a simple 100k? No one knew. Until recently, when Fredrick Anderson, a powerful, wealthy man, contacted her. He told her he had made a deal for her. Her dad was dead and he still found a way to fuck her. She would have been 16 when the deal was made. Anderson threatened her and gave her a month to come to him and if she wasn't there by then... who knows? Widow didn't really have the Siren's organization backing her now. Blackmail would be an easy option but he would be able to take her down right back. Right now the only thing she could think of was to find him something he wants more than her, or to kill him, but she had sworn off the whole death thing. A little corruption with the law here and there, fine, well and good but she didn't want to go back to who she was and where she was six years ago, the scared girl who had a hard time defining the word 'forced" and separating sex from violence. Widow had not told anyone yet. You see, Widow has a problem. She has a hard time letting even her best friends or the people she considers family see her. What happened with her father only came out to Maggie and JR by accident, she hadn't planned on telling them. Widow had told Maggie about Jasper but because her mind was too cluttered, something had to come out. But she never lets anyone know that she somehow manages to really miss her father, and part of her wants to see him again and is heartbroken his dead, while the other part is relieved he's gone. But that is also something she doesn't think anyone would understand. She was alone in everything she did, not because she didn't have anyone, but because she made sure she was alone. And usually, as soon as things are getting really bad, as soon as she gets scared, she starts acting like a bitch. Not on purpose but, she makes sure she gets people close to her away. She practically forces people to turn their backs on her. Wid smiled and nodded as Maggie offered to buy her something to eat. "Just a raspberry lemonade." She replied, (because that sounded delicious) as Maggie walked up Wid turned and added, "Low sugar, if possible." Widow tapped her finger on the table, bit of a nervous tick, even though, she didn't feel particularly nervous right now. "Thanks." She said to Maggie as she sat back down. Nervous or not right now, lately she had been. She had thrown up pretty much every other day since she found out about Fredrick, as attractive as that was. She took a sip of her drink as Maggie explained how busy she's been with Gio business. "luca and i have been trying to rekindle, or should i say for a while it was him begging and me waiting for a little bit better begging." Widow couldn't help but roll her eyes slightly and nodded, "Good, his ass should be begging... you're hotter than him anyways." She added with a small shrug. When Maggie mentioned JR Widow kind of glanced down at her lemonade. She looked at it for a moment before she reached for the cup and raised it to her lips taking a sip. Widow looked up at Maggie and shook her head slightly, "No, I haven't seen him much since coming back. Probably more my fault though, I've been distracted." She said plainly. "All I can tell you is he really didn't want to come back. Sort of forced him here." "and what's up with you. is there some special man or does one certain richardson boy still own your soul?" Widow tapped her middle finger against the table again and shrugged, "I wouldn't say he owned it, besides he's got a kid and a fiance now... I mean, I could handle the fiance, bottle blonde A-cup, not really a challenge, but a kid? Gross." She took another sip of her drink before looking at Maggie, she stared for a moment, "You look different though. Good news?" Widow asked, her eyes narrowed and a bit wary. Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up.

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[magdelena e. g. giovanni]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 20px solid #475447; border-bottom:20px solid #475447; border-top:20px solid #475447; border-right: 20px solid #475447;] maggie made quick work of grabbing her food and their drinks before she headed back to the table. it really had been too long. maggie could remember all the good times she'd had with widow. back in those good old days when maggie had been in valkyrie and hadn't been married, miserable, or pregnant and how she'd come to valkyrie with all the hopes of ruling the world. she'd had plans. big plans. she had wanted to open up the channels from mexico to the states. she'd wanted to get some major flow going on between her father and dealers in valkyrie and she'd planned on making her father so much money that he couldn't deny he'd needed her. that was back when maggie had still been looking to prove herself to her father. she had wanted him to see her and all the good she could do and had wanted him to accept her. he didn't have to open his arms up to her as a father but he needed to accept her as a vital part of his business. but juan corinthos wasn't capable of biting his tongue and accepting that he was wrong. he certainly wasn't capable of stating that the daughter he loathed so much was in fact useful to him. he wanted her to be a deadbeat. he wanted her to be a failure. he wanted her to be no good so he could take her out back like old yeller and put a bullet in her head. all her life he'd been looking for a reason to kill her. why he'd never just gone ahead and done it was beyond maggie. lord knows she'd upset him enough for him to point a gun at her but he'd never pulled the trigger. maggie never understood why. it couldn't have been because he was her father. juan corinthos hadn't a nurturing bone in his body. he couldn't have loved her if he'd been paid to do it, which was pretty much all maggie had been doing for him with her assignment in valkyrie. she had been making him tons of money and he still couldn't find it within himself to even like her. whatever. she didn't care anymore. turns out that she could manage just fine all on her own and that she could succeed all on her own. at this point maggie wanted nothing from him. maybe she wanted a few answers from him but she knew that was a lofty goal. her father was never going to give her anything and she knew that. but it was still nice to dream. and if she had to ask him one question, one question that she knew had a guaranteed answer to it, she would have asked him why he never shot her over the course of all those years. she didn't care to know about why he didn't love her because she didn't need any justification for all the hate she'd built up for him after all these years. she just wanted to know why he'd needed an escuse to kill her. why had just putting a bullet in her head not been enough. why had he needed a failure in order to put her down like the dog he thought she was. maggie walked over and set widow's drink down in front of her before she took her seat, taking a sip before she dug into the fried morsels of goodness which were the french fries. being pregnant had her on a fried food kick, something she usually didn't indulge in. it wasn't like anyone around her right now would really know that. luca hadn't been around and widow had been gone for years. they didn't know that she was usually an organic kind of woman who liked protein shakes in the morning and enjoyed the occasional sushi from time to time. well that wasn't happening now for the next few months. but pregnancy had turned on the cravings and all she wanted was heart attack-inducing, artery-clogging fatty goodness. she tried to go the healthiest by getting the turkey. it was a shot at least. she was trying. "of course." she said with a smile, continuing to nod as widow said luca was in the right place to be begging. maggie was in total agreement. he was the one who left her. he was the one who wouldn't let her come with him. of everything that had happened, a lot of it was due to the fact that luca had left. it was hard to let him live that down and though she was trying things kept happening that brought it back as a weapon. she didn't like that that was the place she went to whenever she didn't have anything else left to fight back with. it was her problem and it was something that she and luca could hopefully deal with in therapy. she didn't like that it was her go-to protection of choice but it was just so easy. it had been what she'd been using for five years and it didn't seem to be stopping now. "it's fine. the only time i saw him was when he was drinking my bar. not at, just drinking the whole damn thing. i know i should be worried but i haven't had the time. i'm a terrible sister." she frowned as widow talked about how she had needed to force j.r. to come back. "well shit. i mean i didn't want him to come back if he wasn't...i don't know up to it. i mean you didn't have to force him back. i'm glad he had a...well chaperone but if he didn't want to come back you shouldn't have dragged him." maggie said with a frown. that was always tough to hear. especially when j.r. had been one of her only friends back when she'd been a teenager and living under her father's roof. he'd been the strong one. the one to help her through anything. for him to want nothing to do with her even when it meant checking on her after an earthquake...that was rough. maggie took a moment to stop and bite into her sandwich. it tasted so good she couldn't help but to take another and another as widow began to speak up again, spitting about some fiance and a child. wow. jasper must have been a busy boy. maggie shrugged. what could she really do? well she in particular could do nothing. what could widow do? the real question was what shouldn't she do. breaking up an engagement was not something maggie could endorse and not something widow needed to be thinking about. not in the slightest. she winced as widow mentioned the kid as being gross. maybe she wouldn't like maggie's news as much as she thought. now she was afraid whether or not she should even tell her. "i guess you could say this, but tell me this, you aren't planning on doing anything where jasper's concerned are you? i just don't want you doing something you, he, or anyone else will regret." she took another bite of her sandwich, pretty much polishing it off as she sat back in her seat, looking her over. "i say this because i love you and i know sometimes you act without thinking. i'm just looking out for you kid." she said with a half smile in an effort to try and be reassuring. notes,tag: waggie. word count, 1,245 thanks brooklyn from caution

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[wendy "widow" moira hughes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #294537 solid 30px; ] I've reached the point where all I want, OUTFIT: here. TAGGED: ruby/maggie. --- WIDOW WAS ONLY HER NICKNAME. IT WAS A NICKNAME THAT dominated who she was. Her birth name was Wendy Moira Hughes. She was named after Wendy Moira Angela Darling, the character from peter pan that Widow honestly just found annoying and too soft. Her mother picked the name out for her though, so while Widow did not like being referred to as Wendy, she would never go so far as to legally change her name out of respect. It was strange but Widow was both thankful and furious her mother died when Wid was just a baby. She was furious because her father used missing her mother as way to get Widow not to fight back as he took advantage when he was the one who murdered her mother. She was agree she never got to know the woman who birthed her, because from what she knew of what happened, the woman wanted to protect Widow and pull her away from the Sirens, which implies she was a good woman. Maybe her whole life could have been different. Maybe she would have actually finished high school and gone to college on her own accord, as opposed to befriending an infamous hacker. Perhaps she would have met a guy for her similar to Jasper and instead of her father unleashing a beating that scared them both to the point of fearing a brush of the hands, they would go to the movies and make out in the back seat and get married, an idea that to Widow seemed completely ridiculous now. Marriage did not even seem practical to Widow. If you truly cared about someone, who gave a fuck about a piece of paper? But why then was she also thankful? Well, for one, in a strange way, and in Widow's hardened brain, she felt that the Sirens made her strong, they made her independent, the idea of being the good girl and the one who gets married, has kids, does the whole sexist american dream meant to keep women at a subservient level to men, the sirens kept her away from it. The other reason? The one thing Widow knew about people was that they all disappoint you eventually, no one's as perfect as they pretend to be. Since her mother died, Widow can have this idealized version of her in her head. To Widow, her mother could be anyone she wanted her to be. She never had to watch her mother ignore her or beat her, like Donny did with Iris. She never had to know that her mother abandoned her, like Liz and Orion. And actually Kale too. Widow never had to experience her mother doing nothing as her father mistreated her, like Maggie's rather worthless mother. No, Widow's mother could be perfect forever and no one could do anything to change that "reality" for her. Widow had a lot of conflicting aspects to her life. She hated her father and was glad he was dead, but she missed him terribly. She was in love with Jasper but couldn't stand to be around him for longer than a minute. She cared about her friends, and consciously knew they would be there for her, but when she needed them her brain convinced itself it was alone, there was no help, no one gave a damn. She became irrational. She became irresponsible with which men she decided to sleep with. Widow was a man-eater type, she usually had about 3 men on her "hook". Men who she could play with when she was bored. But when she got scared, the numbers increased, she became less selective and it became more about stress relief and feeling desired than bored entertainment. But also, she would sleep with men she was usually to smart to bother with. Like on of the professors at University who's wife kicked him out when she learned about it. The man wanted to be with Widow for real since his wife was out of the picture but Widow did not really give a damn, she had others, he was a toy. But usually married men were ones she didn't bother with. Part of her maybe ignored the married part as a way to imagine he was instead Jasper and his wife was Jasper's fiance, maybe, who knew? We all know Widow's mind becomes rather irrational and self-destructive when she was in a bad place. It had happened before and it would happen again. There were signs sometimes, people who knew her well which was a short list; hands keeping busy, less eye contact, quieter, meaner, forgets to eat..And all she could feel right now was confused, desperation and fear from a mixture of Jasper and the Anderson's and her father selling her and everything going on that she wouldn't even tell her best friend about. It made her edgy and restless, she couldn't stop moving her hands, they needed to keep busy as she played with bracelet, gripping and moving it around her wrist absentmindedly as she spoke with Maggie. Widow shook her head with a small smirk as Maggie said she was horrible sister, "Well, seeing as my younger siblings are all rapists, in prison, dead or prostituting, I think you're doing better than me in the sister department." She replied with a slight tone of amusment in her voice. No she and her siblings had never been close. Ever. They were sirens though, raised by her father? What would you expect. Of the four, Widow was the most well adjusted. It says something. Thing was she truly, honestly didn't care that much, after all, those three were strangers to her. She honestly had a hard time remembering their names half the time. Widow shrugged as Maggie spoke about J.R. and getting him back to Valkyrie, Widow shrugged, "He can suck it up." Widow's relationship with J.R. was an interesting one. He was someone she slept with, which usually meant someone she didn't care much about, but she cared about him. Not that he would know that really, Wid was not exactly the heartfelt emotional type but he was someone she would die for. She wanted him to be happy but she didn't know how to make herself happy, let alone figure that out for another person. "you aren't planning on doing anything where jasper's concerned are you? i just don't want you doing something you, he, or anyone else will regret." Widow looked up at Maggie briefly before shrugging and glancing out the window, "Not planning to, no, but it's not like it's really your business." She spoke coldly but not looking Maggie in the eye like Wid usually did when she was angry. "i say this because i love you and i know sometimes you act without thinking. i'm just looking out for you kid." Widow rolled her eyes and scoffed slightly, "yeah, cause everyone just loves me." She mumbled sarcastically under breath to herself, before talking more clearly towards maggie. "Look, thanks for the concern, but I can handle Jasper. I'm not going to jump into a marriage and let him walk on me for five years or anything so we're safe." She added sharply, her tone rather bitter. Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up.

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[magdelena e. g. giovanni]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 20px solid #475447; border-bottom:20px solid #475447; border-top:20px solid #475447; border-right: 20px solid #475447;] maggie felt like she had been a terrible sister but she didn't necessarily know what it was she was supposed to be feeling badly about. she'd never intentionally done anything to her brother to make him want so little to do with her. she'd never stabbed him in the back which at this rate was surprising. after all she'd learned the art of doing so well from her father. maggie was surprised she hadn't really started actively hurting people but that was part of the problem. maggie didn't know what exactly had happened between her and j.r. that he would want so little to do with her. he'd been such a big, influential part of her life too. when she'd been a kid and her father had been driving her to the brink of madness j.r. was the one to step in and calm her down. he brought her back down from her rage and would make her smile. he stepped in and did all the things a big brother should and that never went unnoticed to her. yes, maybe she'd been a little annoyed at the fact that he'd come with her to valkyrie in the first place but that was only because she'd wanted so badly for her father to have trusted her with one thing. she'd wanted to prove to him back then that she was capable of doing the things he thought she was too inept to do. she would have too, with or without j.r. but then again the whole trip had been some big ruse to get her to let her guard down anyways. maggie had never been sent to valkyrie to make a success. she had been sent there for a death sentence that never turned out right. as much as she was happy for that maggie would have liked to have just been given the opportunity to do what she'd set out to do. if he'd just given her one chance then she would have been happy and she would have made him lots of money. she didn't need to care about the man she was working under as long as she had a little trust and freedom but that was just a total impossibility where maggie was concerned and it was for that reason and that reason alone that she was here in valkyrie some five years later, having stolen her father's stolen business and turning it into a goldmine that juan corinthos never could have even imagined. she had turned his life's legacy into just some other branch of giovanni business but she had turned it into the highest profit, most successful branch by far. that usually gave maggie a sense of some accomplishment except for the fact that she now had a brother who wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. maggie knew she needed to give him a call and have a sit down with him and figure out the problem and how to fix it. after all he'd been back for months and she hadn't seen him in just about that same amount of time. he'd appeared on her radar maybe twice before he'd disappeared and maggie would have been worried if she'd had the time to think about it but all the drama with her husband coming back and put her in a hole she couldn't get out of. she'd been totally engrossed in luca, fighting with him, making up with him, and having babies with him and because of that any thought of her brother and his problems had fallen to the shadows. she felt badly but it wasn't like he'd been around at all for her to remember him. had she seen him on occasion maybe they could have worked this out already and it wouldn't be an issue but that wasn't the case. she hadn't seen him. she didn't even know where he was staying. she didn't know how his liver was handling the pressure it was going through. now that she thought about it maggie really should have worried a whole hell of a lot more than she was worried now. "yeah but the two of us were always close. i know we were raised under...similar conditions but j.r. was my rock when i had no one in my family to stand up with me, or no one who understood what i was going through. bella is a sweetheart but she didn't even know what the family business was until she was like seventeen." widow seemed a little cavalier about it which worried maggie. this was the woman he'd spent years running off with. she didn't necessarily think he was in more trouble than before and she knew that widow would have watched him slightly but he needed a wakeup call and it looked like maggie was going to have to give it to him. she had some news that he might take in a good direction. she'd have to start there. she heard widow's cold tone and mentally rolled her eyes. she'd been her best friend for years so she knew just what went through her head and the last thing she needed to think about was breaking up a happy family simply because she wanted jasper. if the man had come back to valkyrie and hadn't pursued her then that was a sign. maybe he was too good of a guy to leave the mother of his child for a woman he was truly in love with but life sucked. maggie had years of experience to know just how much life sucked but that didn't mean destroying something unnecessarily so you could get your way. she was looking out for widow which apparently wasn't received. maybe it was the hormones or something but maggie really wasn't liking widow's attitude. she wasn't appreciating the rolling eyes and the scoffs when she was just trying to protect her from doing something maggie was sure she'd regret later on. "i do damn it. unless you don't believe that anymore." maggie said as she finished off the last bite of her sandwich and settled for glaring across the table at widow. maggie's fist slammed down on the table as widow spoke, her eyes burning daggers. "don't bring my marriage into this just because you're miserable. my pain is not fuel for your fire so if that's all you've got then this conversation's over." maggie didn't need to stick around for this. she didn't need to hear widow coping a huge attitude with her when she was just trying to be there for her. maybe she didn't like her situation but that didn't mean she needed to go on lashing out at her. maggie wouldn't stand for the abuse. never again. she pushed away from the table, kicking her chair back a few inches so she had more room to maneuver. "you know what, this conversation's over. and just so you know i did have some good news to tell you. i was going to build up to it but now i'm just pissed at you." she grabbed her purse and hiked it onto her shoulder, turning away from the table before she took a few steps away, stopping after a few to look back at widow. "i'm pregnant. with twins." notes,tag: waggie. word count, 1,216 thanks brooklyn from caution

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[wendy "widow" moira hughes]

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She was having nightmares of finding them all dead. Maggie, JR, Jasper, Donny, even Liz and Kale. She didn't know what she was going to do and was eating away at her. She felt nervous and anxious and out of control all the time, something she never felt usually. I don't mean she was out of control as in let herself look scared or nervous... no, she took her fear and suppressed it down until it seeps out, little by little as flat out anger. Which is probably why Widow had been being such a bitch lately. And she had been. Not just to Maggie now but she had been bitchier with everyone lately, except when Jasper showed up at the house, No, then she was able to hide it even better, because she did want him to think she cared he was here. Of course he knew better. Fuckin' bastard could read her like she was a Dr. Seus book. And despite all appearances, Widow did care about JR greatly. She had spent five years with the man. He was wonderful. She had a hard time describing why but she did with everyone. I mean, she could say his abs, which were wonderful but Widow slept with a lot of men who had abs and didn't care about them. It was something else about him. How seeing him smile was actually something special because it was not given all the time, added that she seemed to be able to make him do such. The way he cared about Maggie. The way he helped Wid when she found out about her mother's murder. The way he never, not once, judged her for her past or blatant flaws of character. How he didn't expect her to be someone else, like some motherly type who wanted a house in the suburbs. And while she was worried about his emotional state at the moment, she was more worried about leaving everyone. Selfish? Yeah probably. It's just, Widow assumed the days of her father selling her ended as his last breath escaped his lungs. But no, he fucks her from the grave as he fucked her in life. She was fourteen when her dad first started to arrange deal sealing overnight meetings for her and his associates. He had beaten Jasper to near death for kissing her just one year before but sold her to older men saying she was practically an adult and it's what adult women do. She had just wanted to make him happy. But he was dead, how happy could she make him by leaving with Frederick Anderson? "yeah but the two of us were always close." At the sound of Maggie's voice, Wid's eyes flickered up to look at her as she spoke of why her and JR were close. Wid looked back down and took another drink of the lemonade. She stayed quiet for the most part. She did really respect Maggie and JR's closeness, if not partially jealous. It's not that Widow wanted to be close to her siblings, they were all asses... Fuck, I don't know what she was jealous about it was just, she looked at them with a envious glint in her eye. She didn't know why, she ignored it. She didn't need anyone really. She would be fine. She was fine. Widow nodded to acknowledge and silently agree with Maggie about her younger sister and how the girl was a bit on the innocent side when it came to their family. But when it came to the semi-scolding Widow's brain couldn't hear any of it. She couldn't feel any of it like she usually would. And she sure as hell couldn't sensor herself. She scrunched here eyebrows momentarily confused, "Do you know how many married men I've fucked? Marriage doesn't mean a damn thing in reality, it's a fuckin contract. I didn't ruin anything, they did by being stupid enough to think their penis wouldn't want more." Wid said strongly but with a bit of confusion, Maggie should know Wid's never really given a damn about that little ring around a man's finger. "The only reason I avoid married men is that their wives tend to be headache if they blame me." Widow kind of thought marriage was a stupid institution. If you loved someone, a contract didn't make your love stronger, it just turned the relationship from something you wanted to be a part of to something you are legally obliged to be a part of. What's so great about that? "don't bring my marriage into this just because you're miserable. my pain is not fuel for your fire so if that's all you've got then this conversation's over." If this was two weeks ago, Widow would have apologized and told maggie it was a slip, Jasper's a sensitive topic and she wasn't thinking, yada yada. It wasn't a lie though, Widow hated what Luca did to Maggie and honestly, best friends are allowed to hold a grudge for their friend a lot longer than the person that was initially hurt. They weren't supposed to turn the friend into the bad guy though which was exactly what Widow was doing. The bitch in her smirked and exhaled a half laugh as Maggie spoke. Wid shook her head, "I was just telling the truth. Luca walked all over you for five years and with a few hot sex sessions after fights, he's back in?!" Wid said in a frustrated tone, clearly asking how that made any sense. "Oh right I forgot, that was how he got you marry him in the first place." Widow shook her head, Widow glanced up at Maggie as she stood. And mentioned good news before saying she was too pissed now. "oooo" Widow replied under her breath sarcastically, rolling her eyes as Maggie turned to leave but stopped again and turned to face her. "i'm pregnant. with twins." Widow just looked at her for a moment. Why did people treat a pregnancy as good news? I mean, if Maggie was happy with it, good for her but of course Wid's only thought was that now she had yet another friend with children that could be hurt or fucked up from knowing Widow and of course, the only thing Widow's mouth allowed her to say was "Oh good, let's hope your husband skips the first five years instead of the second because the kids will remember those ones." Wid bit down on the inside of her cheek before looking away from Maggie and out the window at the people walking by. She shook her head and stood up, "Bringing kids into the underworld we live in is just plain irresponsible." She said plainly, a bit quieter. That was actually her real opinion, an opinion she would have kept to herself on a usual day. She thought that was why she was so against kids. She saw how fucked all of the people in her life were from their upbringing, how they'll never be able to live safely and happily ever, they were forced into it. If Widow had just been adopted or better yet, aborted, the world would have been a lot better off. She picked up the raspberry lemonade and walked towards the door, holding out the container to toss in the trash. Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up.

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