#My cunty bitches are back to gather!

[monostardust]

Bruh why didn't anyone warn me? Cried my eyes at iwtv e8 s2 like the acting was so much more superb than usual. Like that voice crack from Lestat "Did you hurt yourself?" the way Sam delivered that line is so full of concern and hurt for Louis I cried my heart out. They're are such a beautiful couple. The way they both loved Claudia so much the way they grieve her even to present day the way Lestat punishes himself by only eating rats and not even touching or playing a real instrument despite his love for music. The loss of their daughter will forever be etched in their minds they'll remember her always. "I can't get her out of my mind Louis." AAAHHH omg please Lestat don't torture me like this! "You have no idea of Claudia's strength!" he really believed in that child he raised. And Louis ah Louis Louis Louis he beat Armand's ass up and the way he said not to lay a hand on Daniel damn. I loved this season so much if they manage to make season 3 even better since it's in Lestat de simp lioncourt's pov I'd probably just pass away.

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

ellie with a mean gf!

(prjoecting like a mf rn...)

a/n - i have been very unmotivated to write full-fleshed stuff so i'm deciding to write drabbles/headcannons for now. also THANK YOU FOR ALL THE ATTENTION ON CH.1 OF GOOD LUCK, BABE! it makes my heart smile that you guys love it so much... also😭😭...: @sweetcici11 srry that i lied and said ur fic would be out a few nights ago. i'm really trying to finish it but i don't want to rush it and it be shitty. i really want it to be enjoyable and as good as it can be. but i PROMISE you it WILL be posted... sooner or later! i also have a few more drafts to finish too, so, i hope you guys like them when they come out!!!!!

content warnings - fluff, i'm a bitch and i want to feel loved and think that someone can put up with my cuntiness😝😝 , over-usage of commas probably, i think they're low-key kind of toxic?!?!?!?! , guys i promise i'm not this bad i've just been pretty insufferable these last few days and need an outlet 😭😭 .

i wrote way more than i thought i was going to...

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- you both hated each other at first. ...well actually, you hated her, and she was like, "😞😞" and then got used to it after a while and started being mean back 2 u!!

- dina introduced ellie to you when you both were hanging out with her. "you guys are going to love each other🥰!" ... you didn't 🤗 !

- ellie said hi to you and all you did was look her up and down, stare at her for a few seconds and then turn your head.

- everytime ellie would (attempt to) strike up a conversation you would give an overtly enthusiastic response or just stare at her like she had two heads or just blatantly ignore her. dina is over there like, '😟😟 . can we not have one good day...' when dina would leave for short periods of time and ellie was sure that you didn't like her, she would just talk about anything to get your blood boiling, our girl lllloooovvveessss to push buttons, we know this to be true.

- it got worse yet more tolerable after that. whenever she'd see you at gatherings or parties, you'd do your damnest to stay away from/avoid her. and she'd do her damnest to get you as upset with her as possible. it always ended with not-so-playful not-so-friendly banter!

- you were talking with jesse about something on the couch, and ellie came over and DELIBERATELY, DELIBERATELY... interrupted you 🤗 ! :

you shoot daggers at her face with your eyes, your jaw set hard and your eyes narrowed.

ellie tried to feign innocence, raising a brow at you after she looked over to see your facial expressions long after she felt them.. "what are you looking at me like that for🤨🤨?" , "i was fucking talking, you're being rude." , "if i have to get used to you being a bitch, you got to do the same." , you just huffed at her response and crossed your arms before walking off a few minutes after, realizing that the conversation you were having with jesse earlier was indeed over. ellie smirked to herself, victory was her's!

- she started calling you the nickname brat out of the blue... it blindsided tf out of you. here's the origin story!:

you look at ellie with a disgusted look on your face as she exhales smoke. her glazed over eyes meet yours before she offers the joint to you, out of genuine kindness. "want a hit?" she asked, forgetting how much of a bitch you were for, like, 0.2 seconds. you glare at her for a moment longer before plastering a sarcastic smile on your face, snatching the joint from her fingertips and dropping it onto the floor. you kept her eyes on yours as you stomped and smushed it into the ground.

now she remembered.

she stood up instantaneously, she was pissed. "what the fuck?!" she shouted, earning a few looks from some friends across the room. they strained their necks for a little bit before they saw you, it made sense now, and then turned back to the conversation.

you close your eyes for a slight second as a satisfied smile graced the corners of your lips. "you know i don't smoke, ellie." you responded with in a condescendingly sweet voice.

she didn't even argue with you. "you're such a fuckin' brat." she muttered under her breath before walking away. you had to try your very best to ignore the heartbeat in your pussy. (🤗!)

- she didn't get to see how much effect that title had on you that night, but she noticed afterwards.

- one time you didn't say anything to ellie during a hangout, distracted by someone you disliked more than her. ellie kind of missed it☹️☹️ .

you were brought out of your thoughts when you felt her cold hand touch your shoulder. when you noticed it was her who was doing it, you pulled back with a furrow of her brows. ellie smiled. there she was.

"you haven't said one mean thing to me since i've gotten here. are you dying?"

you scoffed as you pointed in the direction your anger was radiating from. it was a girl ellie saw here and there in jackson, sometimes she was paired with her during patrols, she wasn't crazy about her but she paid no mind to her existence.

"what?- what does this have to do with me-"

"what it has to do with you, is that you should feel honored that i can tolerate you... can't fuckin' stand that bitch."

ellie scoffed before speaking up once more, "oh, c'mon you're being dramatic. don't be a brat."

your eyes went wide for a second and as you turned away, she could see the cheek that was facing her turn an embarrassing shade of red. she found your weakness.

- when you guys started dating, no one, and i mean NO ONE, believed it. (i don't feel like writing how u two got together maybe if y'all like this enough i'll make a full-fleshed oneshot abt it😭.)

- joel saw you guys together... like, not arguing, and HER head on YOUR shoulder... he thought he got laced with acid for a quick second there... jesse felt like he missed a couple chapters and felt very sad that he hadn't caught onto it quicker... and dina was so proud of herself, "told you, you guys would love each other 😁." she's so smug, I LOVE HER!

- she constantly has to reprimand you like you're a child when you guys are around someone you obviously don't like for whatever reason. once whoever left the room, ellie'll pinch your shoulder or your thigh, whatever skin is on display at the moment, not too hard, just to get you to wince a bit. you'll make a face at her afterwards. "ow, what the fuck was that for ellie?" , "we can talk shit when we get home, don't make a scene🙄." you stress her out sometimes...

- just bcs you guys are together DOES NOT mean your attitude has gone away.

whenever ellie and you have gotten in an argument, you're always being extra sarcastic and EXTRA BITCHY just to get on her nerves.

"baby, have you seen my gun?" she asks you, breaking the silence voluntarily as she's two minutes from being late to patrol.

you don't look up to her, you keep on looking at the pages of an old magazine. "idk ellie, did you check to see if it was shoved up your ass."

she just stands there for a second like this 🧍‍♀️ , before sighing and walking somewhere else to find it. "i'll fuckin' deal with you later." she mutters under her breath, obviously annoyed. you smirk to yourself as you flip another page.

- she does love, however, that you've gotten gentler with her since the relationship blossomed between you two. very few people (dina and ellie... sometimes jesse.) can get you to stop, and ellie is proud of herself that she could add beast-tamer to the top of her list of many skills and talents.

- sometimes she has to calm you down, sometimes all it takes is a stare in your direction. ... well, it's oftentimes a glare... you're your own woman/person and a relationship will not restrict you from showing off your talents!!!!!

- ellie has to constantly keep you from getting into arguments that could harm you physically. although your craft of bitchery is amazing, you can't fight to save your life.

she'll be pulling you back like an angry barking dog on a leash.

"i could've fucking took h-" , "you overestimate yourself a lot, baby."

[pedge-page]

pk joel tying her up and lightly stepping on her stomach/clit until she pisses herself :( need him

Warnings: piss kink, bondage, foot job f receiving, degrading language

18+ ONLY

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Joel's been trying to untrain you from the muscled instinct of holding your bladder at all costs. It's only natural: you learn to get out of diapers and then never go back to the comfort of releasing yourself unless it's in a restroom.

Joel is rewiring your brain. "Gotta unlearn it, let that instinct go. Be natrual, baby girl."

Naked with your hands bound behind the chair, ankles tied to the back legs so your knees are parted, hips jutted forward towards the exposed edge. He keeps touching you: groping your breasts, thumbs rubbing your nipples, tickling his fingers along your arm, your ribs, over your stomach in long, sweeping strokes. Your body shivers from his touch, the lack of clothing not aiding in the chills wracking over you.

You whimper pathetically, pushing your hips out so the hood of your clit pulls back, begging for him.

He smiles wickedly. "How ya holdin' up, baby?"

You shake your head: "I have to go," you whine.

his foot nudges your clit and you gasp. He rolls the ball of his foot over your clit, then back down through your slit, parting slightly with his toes to gather the slick. Your thighs quiver, partially rubbing yourself along his generous touch.

His heel travels up over your pussy, pressing down flat against your lower tummy. You can feel that pressure digging into your bladder, and you cry out. Its so hard fighting your body and your mind. Everything screams dont--dont give in. Dont let it out. Hold on. Hold it.

Yoy squirm uncomfortably. But then hes flexing his toes down even further, suffocating that area.

"Then go," he orders.

You cant stop it from happening anymore. "Oh-oh-ooohh ohmygod!" You pant helplessly, eyes scrunched as you both look down at your clit twitching between a a tiny trickle of urine escapes--and then it's like a damn breaking because once it started, it cant be undone. "Its--coming! I'm doing it!" You cry in a high pitched moan. You begin to piss all over his foot,  the chair, your legs, spreading on the floor as you moan at the sight, the feeling of release, the wrongness of it all consuming you like getting in trouble for being caught smoking or with a boy in bed at your parents house.

He pushed down harder, making your pee shoot harder, hissing loudly out of your cunty slit. "Shit baby, look at you. Pissin all over my fuckin foot like an animal. Slutty pussy can't even hold it back. You're enjoying it too much, you nasty bitch."

You nod dumbly,  hypnotized at the curved golden stream that pours from you, alll warm and wet, messy and so fucking good. Your hips thrust into the air, head thrown back--so not unlike an orgasm as you empty the water from between your legs.

You're shaking from it afterwards, slumped in the chair and panting with lazy eyes.

He looks at you all naked and spread in a puddle of your own fluids and says "look at you, a grown woman pissing herself Iike a pathetic baby"

"Mmm but you love it," you hum, rubbing your clit against the ball of his foot again, soaking him.

He laughs with a sadistic grin. "Yeah I do."

What surprises him more is the way you lean back even more, arching to have your pussy along the edge of the chair and start grinding against the smoothed wood.

"Want more?" You pant, smearing your piss along your ass and inner thighs in the hopes of enticing him to touch you more, force more naughty liquid from your body as he trains you to unlearn what had become so instinctual.

[ladyof1000masks]

You Give Love A Bad Name

I HAVE BA in Creative Writing for fuck's sake. I even graduated salutatorian yet there's this annoying bitchy voice screaming negativity in my brain.

"Maybe my entire class was composed of poor writers." I doubt it. A lot of my classmates have found a measure of success.

Maybe my professors were too lenient and the classes too easy. Then I remember the time my screenwriting professor, a stern passionate man made me cry over a fuck up. Is this imposter syndrome?

Please read the finished rough draft. I don't expect you to pepper my alabaster cheeks with sweet comforting kisses. I accept critiques so long as said critique is constructively given to me. In other words, don't be a cunty fuck nugget. Give me suggestions. I need a cute nickname befitting of Scarecrow.

Without further stalling here's my edited "finished" draft inspired by "Shot Through the Heart." (I'm a perfectionist, this bitch will never truly be finished in a way that satisfies me

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Int. Arkham Asylum - Night (Post Arkham Knight)

DARK WOMAN, 5'0 wreathed in dancing shadows watches the cell block below. Her orange eyes aglow like Jack-o-lanterns stalk the patrolling guards with predatory keenness. A palpable anger emanates from the figure as her eyes land on the cell at the far end of the block. The bodies of fallen guards lay at her feet.

SCARECROW/JONATHAN CRANE cowers in the corner of his cell jabbering to himself. His milky blue eyes dart fearfully to the minutest movement outside his cell.

SCARECROW: Bat... Ashes... Piano.

Guard 1: (bangs his fist on the glass of Crane's cell.) Shut up in there!

SCARECROW: (Screams.)

Guard 1: Not so scary now are you?

Guard 2: Batman really did a number on him. Not much left of the poor bastard now. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost.

Guard 1: (Laughs.) Poor bastard? He's lucky Waller doesn't let us beat him more.

Guard 2: It was fun making Crane shit himself for a change. Speaking of which has he had his share for today?

Guard 1: Haha! I love my job! Nothing like unleashing my aggression on these psychos.

The two guards approach SCARECROW's cell. Guard 1 withdraws his baton and smacks it against his open hand. SCARECROW shrinks into the furthest corner of his cell, shielding his already disfigured face.

A cadaver plunges from the catwalk, landing behind the two guards with a wet crack. The two whirl around to confront the source of the noise. A shattered face stares back at them with melted eyes.

Guard 1: What the fuck?

Guard 2: Who did this!?

Two more bodies fall from above landing in a twisted heap at their feet. Drawn by the commotion more guards investigate, gathering around the corpses. GUARD 3, wielding a flamethrower, followed by the more conventionally armed GUARD 4 and GUARD 5 study the scene.

Guard 4: *wretches .* God! What happened to them?

Guard 5: Ugh. Definitely closed casket viewings.

Guard 5 nudges one of the corpses with the toe of his boot. As soon as he does the body erupts in a cloud of green chemicals and gore, triggering a chain reaction among the other corpses.

Covered in viscera and the mysterious chemical their armor sizzles and bubbles.

Guard 3: (Screams)

A dark veil of orange smoke envelopes the hall as the woman leaps down in front of the guards. Her silhouette can barely be seen through the thick, acrid smog.

Shot through the heart

And you're to blame

Darlin', you give love a bad name

The guards blindly rush the woman through the smog, coughing violently. She parries their blows with elegant ballet-like movements. Her flexibility and dancelike manner of motion give her an uncanny and inhuman quality.

An angel's smile is what you sell

You promise me Heaven, then put me through hell

Chains of love got a hold on me

When passion's a prison, you can't break free

Frigid terror takes grasp of the guards, wracking their limbs with tremors and causing them to jump at shadows. The woman materializes from the smoke behind Guard 1 and plunges her needled fingers into his exposed eyes.

Oh, you're a loaded gun, yeah

Oh, there's nowhere to run

No one can save me

The damage is done

Guard 1: (screams in agony clutching his bleeding sockets.)

Guard 3 unleashes a gout of flames upon the woman. The woman calmly stares down the fire and casually tosses a powder bomb at his feet, consuming him and his colleagues in flame. The surviving guards attack each other as a new contingent of guards pours in.

Shot through the heart

And you're to blame

You give love a bad name (bad name)

I play my part and you play your game

You give love a bad name (bad name)

Hey, you give love, a bad name

Paint your smile on your lips

Blood red nails on your fingertips

A school boy's dream, you act so shy

Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye

The woman walks down the block tossing small bombs at each passing cell. Inmates join the firefight, throwing the Asylum into chaos. She closes in on Scarecrow's cell pausing to sadly gaze upon him.

Woman: (In a soft southern accent, think Southern Belle) What have they done to you?

Whoa, you're a loaded gun

Whoa, there's nowhere to run

No one can save me

The damage is done

Shot through the heart

And you're to blame

You give love a bad name (bad name)

I play my part and you play your game

You give love a bad name (bad name)

You give love, oh

She produces a bloodstained keycard from her garter. The cell door slides open as she swipes the card and punches in the number (or uses a severed finger for a fingerprint recognition scan)

Scarecrow jumps at the footfall of boots clicking against the cell floor, his milky eyes darting toward the noise. A flash of familiarity warms his gaze.

Scarecrow: Rag... doll... Bat... hurt...Flame

The woman kneels next to the slender, much taller man and gently grabs his chin. Their eyes meet. He flinches when she strokes his cheek.

Woman: (Shushes him) It's okay darlin'. You remember me, don't you?

He relaxes as she briefly examines his face. Deep death black bruises paint his cadaverous face and sinewy arms. Her eyes narrow dangerously.

Scarecrow: Home... Ragdoll... Safe.

Woman (Ragdoll): Yes, Jonny *she pats hands.* You're safe with me. Nobody's going to hurt you ever again.

Ragdoll helps him to his feet, draping one of his long arms over her shoulders. The two use the chaos to escape the asylum.

Ragdoll: I'll make you better, I promise you, Jonny.

Oh, shot through the heart

And you're to blame

You give love a bad name

I play my part and you play your game

You give love a bad name (bad name)

Shot through the heart

And you're to blame

You give love a bad name (bad name)

I play my part and you play your game

You give love a bad name (bad name)

You give love

You give love (bad name)

You give love

You give love (bad name)

You give love

You give love (bad name)

You give love

You give love

[oyasuminto]

could you write something about m!whitney having a s/o that knows absolutely nothing about the hell he raises at school and to their knowledge him just being this protective figure that wouldn't hurt anyone unprovoked finding out about who he really is? idk it sounded better in my head

You're Whitney's sole respite from his shitty life; a shit-hole school with a gross, predatory headteacher, teachers who don't really care, cunty classmates, asshole friends who only hang around him because they fear him or wanna reap the benefits of being known as one of Whitney's mates, and parents who see him as an utter failure.

He doesn't have to be anything around you. You don't know Whitney the bully, or Whitney the dropkick, or Whitney the burgeoning alcoholic. Whitney is just Whitney, your boyfriend.

It's relaxing, there's no standards to uphold, no grandstanding to be done, just you and him. He can share his interests without a disclaimer of yeah it's pretty shit, I'm just watching / listening / doing this because there's nothing else. You don't curl your lip in disgust or mutter under your breath anytime he's uncouth, as his parents would say.

But eventually, his time with you will come to an end, and Whitney will be forced to make the trek back home—you never go to his house, his parents will get into your head and make you hate him—and he trades bliss for yelling and violence.

He's already in a bad mood on Monday morning. Not only did his parents spend a good 15 minutes laying out every single mistake Whitney has ever made, starting with his birth, but he can't find his fucking phone—that thing was expensive as shit.

A simple shoulder bump—most likely accidental, with how crowded the corridor gets—is all it takes for Whitney to slam some poor, unsuspecting student into the lockers, their head bouncing off metal with an oddly satisfying clang.

He tears into them, shirt collar gripped in his calloused hands, shouting with all the rage he can muster as their shiver and sob.

"Whitney!?"

Whitney doesn't even have to look to know it's you. But he still does.

You rush towards him—his phone's in your hand he's such a fucking idiot—and grab his forearm.

More and more people gather around, excited to see a run-of-the-mill fight—if something so one-sided can even be considered a fight—turn into a full-on drama.

"Who is that?" "Never seen 'em before." "Wait, is that Whitney's phone?" "Wow, must be his newest bitch!"

Whitney grits his teeth, shaking with anger as he releases his unfortunate victim.

"Fuck off, all of you."

He can't even look you in the eyes as everyone else flees. You're terrified, ready to bolt at any second, as if you're a little rabbit and he's a hungry wolf, like he's a predator—a monster.

Usually he'd feel pride, The only way you can survive in this town is to be so pathetic that people take pity on you, whore yourself out to the town's degenerates, or become someone that people fear—be untouchable.

Instead, he just feels sick.

You know what he's like now. He's sure you're connecting the dots—why he avoided public dates, why he tensed up every time you asked about his school, why you never met any of his friends.

And he went and fucked everything up, just like he always does.

Whitney forces an expression of vague annoyance onto his face, and grabs you by the arm.

“Fuck, you really shouldn’t have showed up here. We’ll talk about this later.”

Deep down, Whitney knows that won’t happen. You look so betrayed, like you’ll cry at any moment, and there’s zero chance that Whitney can be honest with his feelings. Even a simple “this town is completely fucked” leaves him tasting bile.

It’s better this way. You’re too good for him—for this shithole—you should skip town while you can, maybe find someone deserving of that innocent, naïve heart of yours.

Someone who isn’t a total disaster of a human being.

[sibsteria]

miss stark [bucky barnes]

[this is extremely cringe]

There's a stigma around the name 'Stark', some positive, some negative. I try to keep out of the spotlight but it's becoming impossible as my powers were exposed during the battle of New York back in 2012, it's like people are learning new things about me everyday, and news articles aren't too reserved with their opinions and comments. My brother says to make light of it and embrace my differences, and in his words- 'stick it to those nosy, cunty little pricks' but it's incredibly hard. Wanda, Vision and Steve are my best friends and are the only ones I have a true connection with, Tony aside. Most of my time is spent in my room with Wanda or in the gym, training, I don't like most social situations. I get along with the team, don't get me wrong, but if I had a choice of preferred company it would be Vision, Wanda or Steve. My loyalty is what makes me a good Avenger, except from my powers, Tony knows I would give my life to save anyone on the team and he hates it. I know Tony would give his life for me and it worries me when we are on missions. I'm terrified of losing the only family I have left. My best friends outside of the team are Pepper, Happy and Phil, they are the closest thing I have to family apart from Tony. I've known Phil the longest, then Happy, then Pepper, they take care of me well.

James Buchanan Barnes is joining the team today, as expected, Steve is the one who will be showing him around. I have a strong feeling to camp inside my room but I know Steve wants me to meet Bucky, I can never say no to his puppy-dog-eyes. I think I've showered three times this morning from nervousness.

*

''-this is Y/n, one of my best friends, oh you'll love her Buck.'' Steve approaches me with his companion. ''Introduce yourself Y/n/n!''

''Hi.'' I gave meekly, waving. Steve nudges Bucky and he snaps out of a strong gaze, dunno what that was about.

Bucky coughs ''Um, hello.'' he blushes.

Steve seems impressed with his actions and ushers Bucky to the next room. When they are gone I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I think back to Bucky and his attributes. He was blessed with attractiveness, I'd seen photos but oh my, and from what Steve had said, he seems to have a lovely personality when you get to know him and he accepts your friendship. After the Wakandans fixed his memory, he and Steve were more connected than ever, and he seemed in a rush to introduce us both. Must want his two best friends to know each other.

*

''Hey.'' I hear from my left. I look over to see C3PO himself- Bucky.

''Hey, you doing alright on your first day?'' I ask, feeling like I'm prying, but I have a genuine concern and interest in his health. I set down the book I was reading.

''Yeah, pretty boring to be honest, Steve talks a LOT.''

''Oh, we know, that's why half of us are asleep with our head on the desks at briefings.'' He laughs.

''You're the first person to ask if I'm okay, you know.'' He smiles at me.

''Well I do care, no matter if Tony says I'm a heartless bitch.'' I jokes, Tony called me that once because I stole Thor's last poptart packet.

''I thought I would feel awkward around everyone and not make friends at all, but I feel genuinely comfortable around you?''

''I feel comfortable around you, surprisingly.''

''What are you reading?'' He asks, glancing at the book I had set on the table.

''Harry Potter and The Prisoner Of Azkaban.'' I smile at my favourite book.

''Not read that one, any good?''

''THE BEST!'' I shout. ''I'll lend you my Harry Potter series, you NEED to read them.'' I usher out excitedly.

''I will, come by my room and drop them off later, my room is labelled 'BARNES' on floor 88.'' He tells me.

''Wow, my rooms on 88 too, labelled 'MISS STARK'.'' I say in shock.

''Wait-Stark?'' He questions.

''Oh, Tony's my brother, you didn't know?''

''Now I do.'' He laughs.

''Jesus, with all the talking Steve does I'm surprised he hasn't mentioned it.'' Bucky lets out another laugh.

''I mean he might of but it's hard to listen when you feel like you're submitting to a comatose state.'' I burst out laughing at his comment and my eyes scrunch up in my joy.

''You're making him sound like the poppy field in the Wizard Of Oz-'' I cut myself off with another laugh.

''I watched that will Steve the other day.'' He laughs.

''Nice.'' I calm my laughter ''I laugh too much.'' I state.

''I like your laugh, never ever stop laughing.'' He says.

*

Wanda and I are busy cooking in the kitchen, I can hear Thor's roaring laughter from the living room.

''I'll be right back, I need to grab something from the store.'' Wanda explains.

''Okay. Safe journey.'' I laugh at her.

''Always is душо.'' She leaves the kitchen.

''Heard your laugh, it got me enchanted.'' I hear from next to me.

Surprise, surprise, it's one of the cybermen- it's Bucky.

''Enchanted to commit suicide?'' I joke.

''Nope.'' He hops up onto the counter.

''Careful R2D2, don't break the counter.'' I say masterfully chopping veggies, managing to flip the knife multiple times.

*

Dinner is awkward. Bucky is staring at me, Tony is staring at Bucky and I'm looking at Steve urging him to help me, which obviously does not convey itself across.

''Okay, dinners over, to bed all.'' I usher everyone out of the kitchen and start collecting plates, a few minutes into washing up I feel a presence behind me. I turn around to see Bucky leaning on the island, staring at me intently.

''Okay, what's with the staring Tin man?'' This made him stifle a chuckle.

''From what I've gathered, you're not like your brother.'' He approaches me.

''Yeah no shit, Iron Giant.'' I feel a laugh in my throat but stop it rising, he smirks.

''You're sweet, kind, not including now-'' I cut him off.

''Oi-''

''Not to mention you are hotter than my arm on a sunny day.'' I hitch my breath.

''Guessing that's pretty hot hm?'' I give out in a breath.

''Burns the skin...'' He puts his hands on my waist. I could feel my heart beat increasing by the second. He leans down until I can feel his breath on my neck until I hear footsteps echoing and I push him away.

''Get to bed scoundrel, we've got business tomorrow.'' I hear Tony tell me.

''I'm 28!'' I shout after him.

''I'm 48! I'm superior!'' He sasses.

''Yeah well Steve is 100! He doesn't tell me to go to bed!'' I sass back.

''Want me to make HIM tell you!''

''I'm good!''

*

I drop Bucky's books I promised him infront of his door and knock. He opens it a few moments later.

''Thanks, see you tomorrow.'' He says with joy.

''See ya.''

I head to my own room

'MISS STARK'

[prorevenge]

Cruel Teacher Gets Yelled At By My Parents, Never Messes With Me Again

So, this happened back in my sophomore year of high school. Our school district is weird so we ended up having a separate freshman school then attending the “senior high school” for sophomore, junior, and senior year. That being said, it was basically my first year of high school all over again and I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect.

Queue Mrs. C (Cunt), an older Hispanic woman with the voice of fucking nightmares. I will NEVER forget how she sounded, ever. Very scratchy and ear-splitting high pitched voice that I hated. From the beginning of the year this woman had it out for not only me, but every single other student in our class. I didn’t mention that she was an art teacher. Hence, she thinks she’s important but she’s at the bottom of the food chain. Fourth period was when I came to her room, right before lunch, and she decided that she would make our lives infinitely harder by punishing us to not going to lunch for talking, slacking off, etc. Her threats were often empty, but pissed me off nonetheless.

The table I sat with had a group of people I became pretty close to in that class, and thus we were the loudest but we still finished our work. To sum up the things she said and did, most of the time she would call us out in class and say something like, “Get back to work or you’re staying for lunch,” or something generally like that. Then she would proceed to march up to us and get two inches from our faces, not even joking, and demand to know why we weren’t working.

Even if we were finished with our assignments and projects, she FORCED us to color pages or simply draw in our sketch book. She was one of those teachers that hated phones and would try to rip it out of your hands if she caught you looking at it for longer than 10 seconds. I wish I was kidding.

Mrs. C was the rudest, most disrespectful teacher I have ever known. She insisted that we be kind and sweet to her when she was the exact opposite to us. I know that there were many people who didn’t do their work, but when we had to make literal PowerPoint presentations and essays over every single project, I can understand why! Being one of the only white people in that class, she would always mutter things about me in Spanish so I couldn’t understand. It pissed me off. (My friends would translate). The hate grew as she continuously yelled in my face over the year, grabbed my earphones and yanked them painfully out of my ear, shamed me in front of my entire class for not knowing the answer to a question, repeatedly told me that she didn’t want me in the class, and even went so far as to STAND on our table (we had connected group tables) and rant about how she hated all of us and how she was, “tired with our shit.”

Then came the final blow.

The year before, my dad had suffered over twelve heart attacks and had nearly died. I was very upset after the incident, so my therapist passed a letter on to all of my teachers to notify them of the situation. Mrs. C was, surprisingly, nice. She didn’t yell at me and seemed to even...like me? It was very odd, to say the least, but once I got “better” and started acting more like myself then she went back to hating me.

Then came the week before everything. My mom suffers from borderline personality order and her family has a history of substance abuse. I was unaware that she was tripping on acid while me and my brother were at her house (my parents broke up before I was born, my five year old brother at the time is technically my half brother, different dad, but that’s a story for another day).

Anyway, while we were over I noticed how she became more and more manic and retreated to my room. She ended up falling on the kitchen floor and I had to clean up the blood from her head wound; my hands were drenched in it. I threw up, and she paid no mind. I cried myself to sleep and went to my dad’s the next day.

I told my therapist of the situation and she called my mom to ask if she was okay. The following weekend my mom called back and said she was scared of doing something bad. For the first time, my therapist went to a client’s house (aka my mom’s) with my mom’s dad and found her. She was high on mushrooms that our family friend had supplied and tried to kill herself. She was taken to a mental hospital and my family was told everything. My dad was heartbroken for her. I was heartbroken, too, to know the truth.

But this isn’t my sob story. This information is important because the Wednesday after this all happened (my mom had been taken to the hospital on a Friday) Mrs. C decided to be as cunty as she possibly could. I was already failing English due to my mental and emotional state plummeting, so was working on a paper in her class. I was literally reading a fucking book.

She marched over when I didn’t respond to my name being called and tore the book out of my hands. She asked me what I was doing and I told her, and she said, rhetorically, “Is this English?” Obviously not you stupid bitch. She only let me have the book when I told her I’d put the homework up and she walked away. I started reading again, because this was already a day late and this was the day it was due and cut-off time was by 4:20, no later.

She came back over and said, “Come outside with me, we’re calling your parents.” I obliged and trudged after her in front of the whole class, and she shut the door. The conversation began, and I’ll try to state it below as best I can remember.

Mrs C: Call your parents.

Me: They’re at work.

Mrs C: Do you know how HARD my life is dealing with all of you?

Me: ...

Mrs C: I ask you to work, and you don’t work. I ask you to put the homework away, and you don’t.

Me: I’m sorry, but my English homework is due today and if I don’t finish it then I’m going to fail the class.

Mrs C: Well you’re missing an assignment in my class, and you’re not in English. You’re taking up my time with this.

Me: Like I said, I’m going to fail english if I don’t get this turned in, which might mean I have to drop your class if I do.

Mrs C: The work is late because you didn’t do it. Who’s fault is that?

By this point I start crying because I haven’t let myself truly process the emotional turmoil that comes with knowing your mother is a suicidal drug addict.

Me: Things are really hard right now.

Mrs C, becoming colder even after I’m crying: I understand, but you need to get to work in this class. Why can’t you do your English at lunch?

Me: I’m leaving for a doctor’s appointment.

(Seeing my therapist):

Mrs C: Well then do it in the car. Why didn’t you do your English any earlier than today in my class?

Me: I worked on it first period but I couldn’t for chemistry and geometry. And like I said a lot is going on, my mom is in the hospital now..

Mrs C: You could bring your sketchbook when you visit her and draw.

My heart stopped. I was fucking FUMING. Not only does this dumb cunt have the nerve to tell me she “understands” my situation, but proceeds to state that I should be drawing while visiting my mother in the hospital? No one in their right mind would ever do this, and a teacher shouldn’t fucking expect an emotional student to either! She didn’t even sympathize with me at all! Agh....I’m getting angry just writing this.

I didn’t say anything until she was done berating me. I was sobbing at this point.

Me: Can I go to the bathroom now?

Mrs C, condescending: Oh, NOW you have to go to the bathroom.

I didn’t answer and swiftly walked to the bathroom, shut myself in a stall, and sobbed into my arms. It wasn’t that I was just angry, but thinking about my mom was tearing me apart.

It took me a few minutes to gather myself, but I eventually stopped crying and tried to let my eyes dry up so they wouldn’t be red. I didn’t want anyone to know I’d been having a panic attack over this stupid fat bitch. I came back into class and sat down. My friends asked if I was okay and I didn’t reply or I knew I would start crying again.

I went to my therapist and told her what happened. She was shocked and my dad told me to stand up for myself. She was an art teacher, not a professor at Harvard, and I shouldn’t give her the satisfaction of upsetting me. I realized he was right.

That weekend, I went to dinner with my mom and she was doing a lot better. I informed her of the situation and she was pissed. She told me to have Mrs C call her if anything like that ever happened again.

And then, the revenge.

I was actively ignoring her until the Tuesday after my dinner with my mom, or almost a week since our little outside conversation that ended in me sobbing in a bathroom stall. I’m not a weak pathetic bitch, I was going to stand my ground this time and not take shit.

The situation was something like this.

Me, not doing my work on purpose: ...

Mrs C: Get to work.

Me, not getting to work on purpose: ...

Mrs C: Outside, NOW.

I followed her, a plan forming in my mind already. Once the door closed she glared at me.

Mrs C: Do we really have to do this again?

Me: Please don’t make me call my parents, they already got mad when I told them what happened last time.

Mrs C, smug: Oh, I’m definitely calling them. Dial their phone number now.

Me, faking: Fine..

I did so, and dialed my mom’s. I watched this smug little cunt put my phone to her ear and wait as it rang.

Mom: Hello?

Mrs C: Yes hello, your daughter is disrupting my class and is ignoring me when I talk to her.

Mom: That’s what I told her to do.

Mrs C looked up at me, clearly confused.

Mrs C: I don’t understand.

Mom: She told me what you said to her last week and I’m not happy. Something along the lines of, doing her homework in the hospital while visiting her mom for a very short amount of time? Maybe your complete ignorance to her crying? No sympathy whatsoever? Your comment when she asked to go to the bathroom?

Mrs C, stumbling on her words: You daughter lied to you, I never said any of those things to her.

My jaw dropped in shock. What??

But it was fine, because my mom. went. OFF. I couldn’t hear all of what she said, but I know Mrs C walked off and talked to her away from me. My mom put her in her place and definitely told her something, not sure what but I’m guessing it was a threat. Mrs C walked back and gave me my phone, teary-eyed, and said nothing.

Her smug demeanor had completely changed, and from then on she hardly ever said a word to me if it wasn’t praising or congratulating me. I knew it was fake, but seeing her kiss my ass like that was fucking hilarious and life changing. It made the end of my year, and I never saw her again after sophomore year.

SHE RETIRED!

God, that still makes me giddy to this day to know that whatever my mom said was enough to make this cunt literally leave her job.. whatever it was, I appreciate it so much and I’m so glad I told my mom what happened. Without her, Mrs C surely would have continued bullying me and berating me for nothing. Not only did I save myself, but I saved my classmates because she became very passive after that.

Moral of the story: don’t make me hate you and don’t fuck with my mom. We make a scary team.

(source) story by (/u/painttted)

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Black Leather Chapter 2 {biadore} - imafuckinglibra

Meow moew. Since the anon gave the thumbs up and you guys seemed to like it here’s another chapter. You ever wonder what really went on in the show between their little gazes and shit? Well here it is bitches. I have nothing else to say. K bye.

Dela ran into the workroom with a jump, kicking his leg into the air as Roy followed close behind.

“Wha-wha wha wha.” He sang in a semi-cheerful but still his usual grumpy self manner, after linking with Danny 2 days ago he was riding a high like no other.

Because they couldn’t see each other when they weren’t filming he hadn’t seen Danny again since. But the minute they got into the bus together and he saw that smile he was on top of the world.

He decided to dress as casual yet nicely as possible to look good for his new love. And he did look good in his black and white striped tank too and dark blue jeans rolled up at the bottom, if he does say so himself.

He couldn’t help grinning brightly when Danny followed behind him asking “What size?” In a nasally chola voice.

“There’s 6 of us!” Dela shouted followed by Shane entering with a high pitched “Yay!”

When they got to the table, standing around it in their usual spots with Danny and Roy at opposite ends he noticed Danny ogling him. He only noticed because he was watching Danny too.

He looked incredibly adorable, no pun intended, in his black tank, grey knee length jean shorts and black boots with the shin length white socks poking out.

“You look nice.” Roy mouthed in his direction, grinning widely at the way Danny quickly looked down blushing. The younger awkwardly mumbled something to himself about Roy looking nice too that nobody seemed to pick up.

“So what’s next?” Dela asked and Darienne made a joke about them doing magic.

This prompted Shane to start telling a story about being a ‘glamorous assistant’ once while Joslyn wrapped a disgustingly bright colored shawl around his head.

“…I was in such a contorted position that my right testicle popped out entirely.” Shane widened his eyes to emphasize how ridiculous the story was.

“Why do you have a rat testicle?” Dela asked looking very confused and slightly concerned for whichever rodent Shane had left scrotumless.

“My RIGHT testicle.” Shane clarified and the room erupted in laughter.

The loud siren signaling the new shemail with their cryptic clue for the next challenge went off ending their conversation.

“Oh! Thank god.” He groaned tilting his head back. Grateful to get away from the topic of rodent testicles.

Ooooh girl!

Dearly beloved…

From the corners of his eye he could see Danny’s displeased expression as he stood with his arms crossed and his leg nervously shaking.

He himself was standing between Shane and Joslyn with his arm resting on Joslyn’s shoulder. His mouth involuntarily dropping open at the marriage themed shemail.

The universe could sometimes be a cruel, unforgiving bitch and today was one of them. Of course the first shemail they got after linking would be something wedding related.

If this show wasn’t so intricately thought out months in advance he’d had sworn Ru and the production team were pulling some kind of bad prank on them.

Wait…Did RuPaul know? Did any of the producers or even the other queens know?

We’re gathered here in the presence of…yes gawd.

Suddenly it was if he could hear Danny’s thought as vividly as his own. With an open mouth he tilted his head in disbelief and confusion when Danny’s voice popped into his head saying some shady shit about Langanja.

Say I do…

‘I do.’ He heard Danny’s voice in his mind again and the sudden urge to smack his birthmark hit him. It was the only alternative to smacking his soulmate and scolding him for his loud thinking.

But he knew slapping his chest like a disgruntled cave man wouldn’t exactly read very well on camera or even to his peers. So he resisted the temptation and continued listening to the shemail.

“Uh oh.” He pursed his lips when Ru entered the room. He disregarded the cameras for a minute and gave the tall queen a very serious, shady glare.

Examining his every move in deep concentration to try and figure out if he knew about their linking.

Ru greeted the girls and they all neatly lined up like they did for every mini challenge. Why he and Danny had to be so far apart was an unnecessary mystery of the competition he now hated.

Even though they were only separated by three people, well Darienne counted for two, he could feel the pulling in his chest. Not bad enough that he was in pain like most days but still not pleasant.

He tried faking the biggest cheshire cat grin he could to play off the discomfort, but when he felt Danny’s heart flutter at the mention of marriage equality it made his flutter too.

“Everybody say love.”

“Love!” The girls chimed in unison and he could feel Danny’s eyes on him when they did.

Danny’s own uneasiness faded when he said the word, Roy could tell by the way his soulmate’s giddiness was easing his tension too. Despite all the bad of linking, like the first night when the rush of all Danny’s angst from his teen years overwhelmed him, being linked had it’s perks.

Like now for example.

It was nice getting to feel Danny’s gentle heart lighting up. His partner’s happiness made him happy.

“Oh scruff pit crew!” Roy singsonged.

The queen’s doing their usual little woofing at the nakes men entering. Roy decided to throw a little flair in and with his hands in front of his chest like little puppy paws he did his barking in the deepest voice he could muster.

Once the challenge was announced and Ru gave them the go the girls sped off. Danny with his gangly long legs of course was the fastest by a landslide. Roy meanwhile took his time half jogging over to the rack of disgusting nude body suits that hung in a row.

-

The mini challenge had left them all looking like a hot mess so afterwards they were promptly escorted to the bathroom to clean up.

Who came up with this shit anyway? Twerks of art? Really? It was a lot of fun though Roy had to admit that much and he did win which was a neat little bonus.

The production really went all out in spoiling their contestants didn’t they? A small bathroom with maybe, if you’re pushing it, three working stalls. Classy.

Shane and Danny had the most paint on them so by the time the others were done they weren’t even halfway. Roy took his time cleaning his face so he could wait around Danny a little longer and keep him and Shane company.

Eventually when it was just the three of them he couldn’t restrain his hands from moving towards Danny’s face, his thumbs brushing Danny’s eyebrows down. What remained of them anyway.

“Your baby brows are really fucking cute you know that?” He softly smiled, forgetting Shane was with them. But who cares anyway? He knew he could trust his friend. He was a cunt but a reliable one.

“Shut up!” Danny playfully whined giving his shoulder a light shove. “Yours aren’t too bad either. This is cute.” He tilted his head. His index finger tracing the little cut at the base of his right eyebrow.

“That’s where I’ve seen it!” Shane suddenly shouted. “When I helped you into that hideous shin length gown! The one with the low cleavage…ooh.”

“Birth mark.” Roy clarified for Danny when he saw the confusion in his eyes. Pulling the very low cut tank top Danny wore down a bit further to tap the moon shaped fleck.

“Oh. Party.” Danny shrugged it off and gave the hand poking him a little slap.

“I won’t tell anyone.” Shane winked at Roy who mouthed ‘thank you’ in return.

“We’re not keeping it a secret or anything.” Danny nervously added.

“I know?” Shane brushed his high pitched tone off and continued rubbing the yellow and purple paint out of his ear. Paint and small nooks never work out well.

“I mean we have nothing to hide right?” His wide eyed gaze flicked back to Roy.

“Calm down there spazzy you’re making me feel all…twitchy.” Roy shivered and gave Danny’s ass a small pat.

“About the whole feeling each others emotions, what’s its like? Can you actually feel everything he does?” Shane took a break to rinse out the stained cloth he was using and look at Roy waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know about you.” Roy handed Danny another make up wipe. “But I mean for me, it’s like…”

“Like when you’re in a dark room.” Danny finished his sentence.

“Yeah exactly…here.” He saw Danny was doing a shitty job cleaning the paint off behind his neck so he took the wipe and did it himself. “You know when the lights are off and you can make out the shapes and sometimes if your eyes have adjusted you can kind of see things but not exactly. It’s all pretty muffled but yeah we can feel ‘em.”

Danny nodded, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as a thank you for helping him.

“And I’ve always been pretty in tune with like, feeling peoples energies and stuff but this is pretty heavy duty shit.” With his face now clean and Roy helping him clean the spots he missed he rested his head against the shorter man’s shoulder. Peeking into his shirt to smile at the matching mark on his chest.

“Guess that’s why it’s called a gut feeling right?” Roy thought out loud. “When you were nervous for your black and white runway but you were acting so cunty. I knew you weren’t really feeling it because I got this almost…sinking feeling in my stomach. You know what I mean? Even though I was fucking confident about ours I could still feel your nerves making me nervous. And we weren’t even fucking linked yet, how that work?”

“Sounds exhausting.” Shane pouted.

“It actually feels super natural.” Danny tilted his head down to kiss Roy’s chest.

“It does. Although…earlier I could hear your thinking?” Roy remembered how vividly he could hear Danny’s snide remark about Laganja.

Before Danny had time to give an explanation a crew member came in to call them back into the workroom.

Since Roy had won the ridiculous mini challenge he had the privilege of assigning the brides to the queens.

Their main challenge this week, they thought, was to get brides ready for their wedding. What they didn’t know was that they actually had to turn their galant grooms into the blushing brides instead.

He had decided on playing it as fair as possible and assigned each person with a bride that looked similar to the queen’s look or personality. If he had known they’d be dragging up their grooms however he might’ve gone a completely different route.

What’s done is done I guess.

Roy still felt fairly secure-ish in his pairings despite the new twist right up until he saw Danny hunching over in despair hiding his face in his palms. His bride next to him making matters worse when she let out an “Oh no!”

He shook the uncertainty from his head and eased up a little once he was sitting down with his couple and discovered that he had actually picked the perfect pair for himself. They seemed open to just about every suggestion he made which got him really excited.

The bride even said she wanted a dominant eye AND a dominant lip. This was going to be fucking perfect and a whole lot of fun.

“Oh! You are my kinda girl Eddie!” His voice got higher with excitement.

As he was writing her comment about makeup down he lifted his head ever so slightly and caught Danny mid stare. The younger smiling at him biting his lip made him smile too. Classic giddy school girl looking at her crush moment.

“Busted.” He mouthed in his direction with his brows raised.

Danny stuck his tongue out at him and both resumed their consultations. Okay so he didn’t fuck this up too bad for him, that’s comforting to know.

-

“Well just so you know I’m not gonna hit on you because I’m not really recruiting. There’s enough gays in this world so…and now that they can get married you know it’s only gonna be a mess.” He joked with his groom…bride? Whatever, while they were working on snipping him some hip pads.

Following his comment the conversation turned to marriage equality and he soon discovered that his partner, surprisingly enough, was actually a really nice guy. More surprisingly that he had made a friend in this stranger.

Him. Roy Haylock. Friend.

His bride, Alex, was easy to talk to and seemed open minded and easy going enough that they just naturally clicked. They continued talking about Holland’s views on homosexuality and acceptance and somehow, somewhere along the lines soulmates came up.

He felt a bit hesitant to open up about Danny and being newly linked, mostly because they were being watched under such a strict magnifying glass that he didn’t know what the people around them would catch onto.

He didn’t even know if soulmates were allowed to compete together, Alaska and Sharon almost competing popping up in his mind, so he avoided mentioning his or even thinking of him.

His body betrayed him slightly though when Danny left the room for a smoke break. The sudden absence of his young lover sent the burning in his chest ablaze.

Automatically when Danny was out the building his hand reached for the little crescent moon shaped fleck on his sternum. Taking a deep inhale to try and push back some of the queasiness building in his throat.

“You okay there?” Alex must’ve picked up on the dip in his energy.

“Yeah I just need some water..heartburn I guess. Us old folk you know how it is.” He lied but he could tell he wasn’t buying it.

“A little trick I found that works is keeping a little like trinket or something of hers on me at all times. Just the reminder of them on you will help, trust me.” He whispered digging something out of his jean pocket.

It was two small leather bands braided together to form a bracelet with a locket. Probably with his fiancé’s photo inside but he didn’t want to be nosey and poke around.

“I’ll remember that.” He made a mental note taking a big swig from his water bottle under the table.

Alex held the big circular piece of foam he was working on up in front of their faces pretending to ask if he did a good job. Leaning in close to Roy as if he was examining it from a different angle. “So…which one? I won’t tell.”

Roy followed his lead showing some imaginary flaws on the padding. “Ol’ smokey.”

“Ah…hold tight.” He padded Roy’s shoulder and went up to a crew member, asking to be excused for a smoke break.

‘Didn’t even know he smo…oh no.’ Roy caught on to what he was doing. He was going to talk to Danny.

Fuck!

Roy debated running after but since he doesn’t smoke that would look too suspicious.

He returned his focus to drawing more guidelines on the foam for Alex to cut, distracting himself any way possible.

His distraction tactic apparently worked so well he didn’t even notice Alex coming back in a few minutes later. He did however notice when Danny had come back because the way the tightness in his chest had significantly subsided.

“Hold on to this.” Alex discreetly slipped a small piece of something into Roy’s back pocket. Hiding it by casually sliding his hand up to Roy’s back to pat it. “Back to work.”

He wanted to make a joke about Alex having done this before with something along the lines of drugs but knew if he acknowledged it they’d be caught. Thus defeating the purpose of being sneaky.

His curiosity eventually getting the better of him he reached back into his jean’s pocket finding a small piece of cotton fabric between his fingers. He rolled it around while examining Danny from head to toe trying to piece together what it could be.

In all honesty whatever it was it worked. Having his little piece of Danny had a calming effect on him. Normally in these situations where they were on opposite ends of the room he’d feel a tight, almost pulling, sensation in his chest.

But now he oddly enough felt, fine. The pulling was still there, he could feel it on Danny’s end as well, but it wasn’t that intense. It was pretty manageable actually.

It suddenly made sense to him why his dad had always kept one of his mother’s rings around his neck. He made a mental note to give Danny something similar of his as well.

They resumed giving their pale foam its ‘hair cut’ just casually chatting about Alex’s future wife. How they met, when they linked all that fun jazz and he couldn’t help but wonder if he sounded that tranquil talking about his own love.

Speak of the devil. He heard a loud thud from somewhere in the room. When all the girls looked up from their work in the direction of the sound they spotted a bright beet red Danny jumping up from the ground.

“What was that?” He asked with a chuckle while Dela and Shane were hanging over each other laughing their asses off.

“My shirt.” Danny lied in high pitched tone, the same one he used whenever he was lying.

‘Dead giveaway, moron.’ Roy scolded in his head.

Roy joined in with the rest of the room laughing at his terrible lying. “That sounded louder than a shirt, bitch.”

“…I was in it…” He nonchalantly admitted before his giggles got the better of him.

-

Everyone was back to being hard at work on constructing their ‘bridal wear’ for the main stage presentation.

Roy knew this would be a breeze for him, unlike the last challenge that he had gone into with misguided confidence he was genuinely sure he’d win this.

Making and designing clothes had been his thing since he was a kid so he definitely had this in the bag. He could make a dress in probably 3 minutes flat so making a simple wedding gown would be a cinch. Especially now that he and Alex had clicked and were working well together.

While he was hand stitching something onto his white satin fabric, easily adding intricate detailing with no effort at all, he noticed his love struggling.

“I hate it!” Danny sitting on the ground in front of him whined while he pinned something to the mannequin. “B…I need to make a skirt.”

He lifted his head from his stitching to see Danny pouting at him. He leaned forward across his table to see how bad It was and if he could help in any way.

“I just don’t know how to do it.” Danny was on his knees his with his big doe eyes looking up at Roy. His attempt at a peach skirt held in place with his thumb.

“Okay. So now you trying to put an overskirt right?” Since this was his forte why not help him out? The other’s couldn’t really question his motives for it since he’s helped them out so much in the past as well.

Danny nodded biting his cheek with a hint of a smile.

“Well pin it on there first and see how it looks.” He instructed with his tone soft and caring.

Danny and his bride went to work placing the patterned lace over skirt as he had told them to. Not needing to pay much attention to his work with muscle memory taking over he continued his stitching. Keeping an eye on Danny’s progress.

He wanted him to do good on this challenge not just because of the obvious reason but because he wanted the young queen to prove to the judges and the others that he deserved to be there. Which he did.

Granted the obvious reason did play a big part. Losing Danny this close to the end and right after they linked would literally be soul crushing.

He didn’t know if his heart would be able to survive being apart from him. Even just the distance of being in a different hotel room than him had taken it’s toll.

The day they had to spend apart was so tough on his body that he was curled up in agony the entire time, occasionally even throwing up because of it.

Soulmates weren’t supposed to be apart too much after they’d linked. It usually ended in pretty severe repercussions to their systems.

There’s a reason it’s called heartbreak for fucks sake. Many cases have been reported that after one soulmate dies their partner was soon to follow from their heart giving in.

Something about the muscles in the organ tearing from what it had to endure being separated. It’s what caused the searing pain, that he had attributed to heartburn, whenever they weren’t together. Long term separation or after death, without their soulmates, the remaining partner’s tendons in their heart would become completely shredded.

“Like that?” Danny asked still on his knees, proudly showing Roy what he had done with a big open mouth smile.

“Yeah.” Roy nodded.

Danny obviously wasn’t as confident as he put on though. He started loudly laughing with a very fake, nervous smile on his face. He looked like some psychotic movie character honestly.

“What are you tryna do?” Roy asked trying not to laugh at his idiotic young lover even though he could sense his panic. He couldn’t help himself, regardless of his smile being fake as fuck it was goddamn adorable. “You gonna have it open on the side?” He returned to being somewhat serious.

Danny defeatedly let go of his dress and threw his hand over his face. His head turned awa avoiding Roy’s gaze.

“I’m asking.”

He could feel Danny’s energy tank. With his hand still on his cheek he looked back at Roy with a very worried expression. “I dont know…”

Roy lifted his eyebrows in uncertainty halting the stitching his hands were still working on. ‘Baby…’ He thought to himself. ‘I don’t know how to help you…’

“Oh my god!” Danny cried getting up to attempt fixing his garment.

“Well you got this, bitch. C’mon.” He tried reassuring him and resumed the work on his own bride’s outfit.

-

Deliberation and untucked had both taken a severe toll on Bianca, even more so on Adore by the feel of it.

Bianca could feel every agonizing moment of self loathing, anxiety and the longing for her mom. Only heightened after Bonnie’s call in untucked. It was slowly eating her up inside, and this was only the parts of it Bianca could feel.

What Adore must’ve been really going through had to be about a 100 times worse. All she wanted to do was jump over Joslyn and grab hold of her love to tell her everything would be okay.

During their brides’ vows Bianca kept an eye on Adore and the way the younger queen was standing with a sombre expression and her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest.

Listening to the couples declare their love on the main stage made Bianca realize that she wanted to be them. She wanted to be up their with Adore instead of watching by the sidelines. To love and to hold in sickness and in health, tucked and untucked.

On their way out of the gold bar Bianca had stopped to grab Adore’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze to let her know everything would be okay - that she would be okay.

And who knows maybe it worked. The younger queen had put on another killer lip sync performance and sent Joslyn home. Thank god. She loved Joslyn and her, for lack of a better word, simple ways, but she loved her Adore more. With all her heart in fact.

“Top 5!” Courtney sang behind Darienne when they entered the workroom.

Adore and Bianca had followed them in last behind the rest of the pact since they had others matters to attend to first. They had cornered the AD before they were ordered to enter the workroom and explained their unavoidable situation.

They came to an agreement that suited all fairly quickly and pain free. They had gone up to him with an already well thought out plan, at least Bianca did, that they knew he couldn’t reject so they weren’t really expecting him to put up much of a fight. Still nice to know more drama was avoided though.

Bianca, being the more level headed responsible one, had brought up the fact that there were only two episodes left aka one week of filming.

They weren’t asking for special treatment or any benefits the other queens wouldn’t be getting, they weren’t even asking to share a hotel room.

All they wanted was to keep their relationship off the show. They’d be completely professional when cameras were rolling with the understanding that the crew would allow them to be affectionate whenever they weren’t, like when they were dedragging or getting mic’d for example.

In return they’d let them show whatever footage they did have at the finale and make a grand spectacle of it all if they wanted to.

Duncan, the AD, agreed to this on the terms that what they would end up showing when it aired would be tiny moments of them maybe looking at each other or Bianca being helpful. Nothing too obvious that they were an item but enough that would lend itself to fan speculation. Just for the ratings.

If they did catch anything more on film that was too telling they’d simply edit it out.

This seemed fair enough so the pair happily agreed and rejoined the others to film the walk in and Adore’s mirror cleaning.

“Congratulations to you young lady!” Dela congratulated a cheerful Adore. Probably a little too cheerful for someone who just lip synced but oh well.

Whenever Adore was happy, Bianca was happy…in theory. Something felt wrong, about Adore maybe? She couldn’t place her finger on it but something was up.

‘Right…linked.’ Bianca thought releasing a deep sigh. She still wasn’t use to feeling someone else’s moods and emotions. She was happy enough, certainly not unhappy about winning the challenge, but Adore was a different story.

Bianca was trapped in a pitch black room again and her eyes were having difficulties adjusting. She could make out an uneasy tension coming from her soulmate but she couldn’t place exactly what it was or why she was feeling that way.

“I’m the new Trinity!” Adore jokingly snarled puffing her arms out like a big buff wrestler making the girls laugh.

“You turned out that lip sync even though when you took of your shoes you looked a little like the girl from The Grudge.”

“Yeah I did.” Adore agreed with Dela’s comment.

Bianca couldn’t help still wallowing silently in a low mood as she watched Adore’s bantering with Dela. She made it look so effortless, as if this was genuine joy instead of a mask hiding a scared little boy. When Adore turned to her and spotted her frown her smile fell.

‘Shit. Busted.’

Before either could say anything Dela jumped in congratulating Bianca on her win.

”Thank you my love.” She followed Adore’s example and picked up her energy a bit. “I will send all of you a post card from Hawaii…because remember you’re my sisters.” She sang in her fakest voice doing her go to ‘smiling and then fake disgusted face’ trick.

One or two girls laughed at her expression but Adore’s face lit up, probably at the mention of Hawaii. She felt a sudden glowy feeling wash over her body. Yep…definitely Hawaii.

“Can I come with?” She excitedly asked making Bianca laugh. There was honestly nothing like seeing Adore’s idiotic face so bright, but that was probably going to be one of the moments cut thanks to their new arrangement.

Either Courtney didn’t notice their moment or she just decided to ignore it but she changed the subject to Darienne’s potty mouth.

Bianca opted to stay out of the conversation since it was just basically Darienne, the shady elephant, being shady. Shocking.

She spotted Adore rolling her eyes like an obnoxious bored teenager during Darriene’s comments and couldn’t help but snorting at her childish manners.

Being completely over it despite Adore’s silliness lifting her spirits Bianca swiftly ended their conversation. “Okay well, having my balls shoved up my ass is fun and all but can we fucking get this shit off?”

“Amen.” Courtney smacked the table and the girls all rose with various degrees of exhausted groans to go dedrag.

-

Managing to become Roy again in probably a new record speed for Bianca he slumped down onto the grey couch where he had pinned Danny onto a few days ago.

Originally Roy had kept his look for the runway simple enough so that he could blend in with his bride, Alex, and not overshadow him too much or put to much work on himself to finish anything elaborate.

Now however it seemed like the best decision he’s ever made. Less tassels and beads the quicker the dedragging. Thank you Jesus.

He was sitting on the couch distractedly fiddling with the little white handkerchief Alex had slipped into his pocket earlier. The same handkerchief he had gotten for Roy from Danny and the same one Bianca had used on stage in her little crying mother bit.

In spite of the fact that Danny had to stand on the other end of the main stage this small, seemingly unimportant, piece of folded fabric had made it possible for him to remain in control.

When Roy had started feeling the all too familiar gnawing in his chest during Adore’s critiques from having to stand apart so long he felt like following Joslyn’s bride and vomiting in the same bucket. Or passing out, which seemed more likely in that moment.

But while Michelle was saying something shady he quickly pulled out said handkerchief and rubbed it between his fingers. Much like his goddaughter Lola had done as a baby with her blankie.

God he missed Lola.

He couldn’t wait to get back to New York and introduce his favorite little girl to his new favorite little boy. Boy…oh god.

‘13, 14…14!’ Roy quickly did the mental math of their age difference. 14 years. Before he could start worrying about this, quiet frankly, unimportant detail too much his thoughts were interrupted.

“There’s my favorite little chola.” Roy teased when he heard clumpy boots heading his way, already knowing who is is by the sudden surge of butterflies in his chest and the loud stomping.

Danny had kept his face on, same as Roy usually did, which explained why he was done so quickly. Not that he had a lot of anything to take off in all fairness.

Danny took hold of the hand not playing with the fabric and as he sat down sideways on his knees next to Roy he placed it over his shoulder. “Hm…hi.” He half yawned half giggled.

“Hi my love.” Roy gave him a quick kiss drawing him in closer to his body with the hand Danny had so politely draped over himself. “No music today?”

“Uh-uh.” Danny shook his head leaning up for another kiss before tucking his head into Roy’s shoulder.

“Because we had company?” His hand had now moved to the small of Danny’s back. Running it gently up and down his spine feeling the tired young man melting into his embrace.

“Mh-hm.” Danny hummed. He was definitely falling asleep. Which was completely understandable I mean he just had to lip sync for his life a second week in a row.

“You’re a fucking child.” Roy chuckled under his breath. He looked up at Shane when he felt his eyes on them. He had a strange smile plastered across his annoying little face with his bottom lip out and his hands clutched in front of his chest. “Shut up.”

With Danny’s hand drawing lazy patterns on his chest around his birth mark and his head still in Roy’s shoulder the older felt at peace.

The opposite of the panic he thought he’d feel from being so open about their relationship in front of the others, might have been helped by some residual euphoria he was feeling from Danny though.

“Is anyone else seeing this?” Darienne shouted from the other end of the room pointing at the couple.

“It’s sweet let them be.” Dela chimed in in her usual gentle almost motherly voice.

“Yeah!” Shane stomped his foot.

“They look like…”

“Hey!” Roy aggressively snapped in her direction. “If you say one fucking word you nasty cunt so help me!”

“Adore Delano! Bianca Del rio!” Duncan came into the room with 2 other strangers yelling their names loudly. “We need to talk, follow us please.”

[artificialqueens]

See you in the morning (Vatya) - Polly

Authors note: This follows a promo that was posted here a little while ago. Prompt: Trixie visits Katya one early morning and finds Violet at the flat. The three end up eating breakfast together and Katya has to balance between his best friend and his fuck-buddy to whom he has accidentally caught feelings for. Trixie and Violet barely tolerate each other.

I wrote this from Trixie’s POV because I thought that would be interesting. So this is somewhat domestic Vatya and I wouldn’t call it Trixya jealousy but Trixie isn’t exactly Vatya’s biggest fan either. I hope this is somewhat what you had in mind, Anon. I’m using Katya/Trixie/Violet and she/her but they’re all out of drag. Feedback is always more than welcome! xx

See you in the morning

Trixie was ringing Katya’s doorbell, excited to share her new ideas with her. It took Katya unusually long to get to the door but then again, it was only 10 am in the morning so maybe she was still sleeping. When the door finally did open though it wasn’t Katya’s sight that Trixie was greeted with. Instead it was a half naked Violet Chachki, standing there in only shorts and messy hair, looking good even now, Trixie noticed frustrated. Violet looked at her confused for a second before sighing and looking behind her.

„Brian!“ she screamed and Trixie was even more confused. When did Violet and Katya start calling each other by their boy names? Let alone the fact that Violet was even here in the first place. Trixie was pretty sure that Violet did not have a gig here. So why was she in L.A., let alone in Katya’s apartment? Trixie obviously knew that they had fucked, it was pretty obvious to everyone that paid even the slightest bit of attention towards their interactions, and Trixie had definitely paid attention to Katya and Violet. Plus Katya bragged about having fucked Violet all the time. However, she thought that all that was were out of the moment hook ups after the adrenaline of a show together. But apparently not.

„You can sign for the mail.“ Katya voice sounded from where Trixie knew her kitchen was. Violet signing for Katya’s mail? What kind of domestic bullshit was that? Trixie was growing impatient, still standing in the open door with Violet who was looking at her with furrowed brows, blocking her way into Katya’s apartment with her body. Meanwhile Katya had apparently noticed that Violet had been gone too long for it to be the mail.

„Jason, what is taking… Oh.. Ehm.. Hi.“ Katya said when she spotted Trixie while making her way towards the door, wearing only a bathrobe and finding a halt next to Violet who finally moved so that Katya could stand next to her, her body leaning slightly into Katya’s.

„What are you doing here? What’s going on? Are you ok?“ Katya rambled while looking at Trixie slightly panicked, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. That made two of them, Trixie felt way out of her comfort zone too. Violet however looked downright pissed off which made Trixie feel a bit better. It’s not like she hated Violet or anything, she in fact very much respected her for her craft, it was just that her and Violet never have gotten along in the first place. To Trixie, Violet was still the bratty bitch she had always been and she had no idea what they would even talk about if they were to be alone in a room and forced to have a conversation. Katya had been equally annoyed with Violet in the beginning but ever since they had to do that stupid dancing challenge together, their dynamics had changed and Trixie found it rather frustrating that she couldn’t bitch about Violet to Katya as much anymore. Sure Katya would shade Violet but it was always followed with a massive compliment. She had been rather smitten with Violet, especially more recently. Occasionally even showing Trixie videos of Violet performing and having a stupid proud smile on her face. Trixie tried to gather her thoughts and answered Katya’s question.

„I came here because I have a few new ideas for my tour and I just thought I could bounce them off of you?“ Trixie explained „But I can come back later.. or tomorrow.“

„Or never.“ Violet muttered under her breath and Trixie almost made a cunty remark had it not been for her noticing how Katya’s hand squeezed Violet’s for only a second. Their behavior around each other was really throwing her off.

„Don’t be ridiculous, you’re here now and we have pancakes. Come on.“ Katya smiled at her before starting to walk towards the kitchen, Violet following her suit. Trixie was standing alone in Katya’s hall now and was debating wether or not she actually wanted to follow them. But it would’ve been even more ridiculous if she would leave now. So apparently she was going to eat pancakes with Katya and Violet fucking Chachki on a Wednesday morning. Pancakes. Katya never really cooked, let alone pancakes. So why the fuck was she doing this for Violet now? She entered the kitchen and almost wished that she would’ve just left. She rather would’ve walked in on them fucking than seeing this. Katya was standing in front of Violet holding one of her hands while the other one was stroking up and down her arm in a comforting way, them just softly looking into each other eyes while Katya was talking in a gentle voice to Violet. Trixie couldn’t quiet make out what Katya was saying but it seemed to have the desired effect because suddenly Violet was beaming at her and Katya was smiling back at her with a smile Trixie had never seen on her before. It wasn’t her usual manic grin or anything like that, instead it looked soft and warm and welcoming and Trixie wasn’t sure how she felt about it being directed at Violet. So she cleared her throat which caused both of them to look at her and for a second she caught Violet’s facial expression that hadn’t been changed towards a glare yet and was still the same she had looked at Katya with. Trixie almost let out breath of surprise when she caught it. Violet loved Katya, she was sure of it. In no way would Violet ever look at anyone like this if she didn’t care deeply for them. Katya cleared her throat too and let go off Violet.

„Come sit.“ She said to Trixie while gesturing towards the table that was set for two. Trixie sat down on one of the chairs that had a plate in front of it while Violet left the room. While Katya was starting to put a plate in front of the chair that was diagonally opposite Trixie’s, Violet came back into the room in a beige shirt and her hair pulled up in a bun and started to get cutlery and a mug to place next to the plate Katya had just set down. Trixie was confused, Violet knew where Katya kept all her things in her kitchen. Trixie didn’t know that about Katya’s place and she had been here multiple times before. Katya was sitting down opposite of Trixie looking at her with a expectant grin.

„Sooo? Tell me about your ideas? I can’t wait to hear them!“

So Trixie started taking about different jokes that she had planned and how they would fit into the whole concept and how she would look at the audience at certain points and how she would pause and what she would wear. Katya was laughing throughout the whole thing with flailing arms and that laughing scream of hers. While Trixie had been talking and laughing with Katya, Violet had finished making the pancakes and had poured coffee into all their mugs and had gotten different kinds of jams and other spreads onto the table before sitting down next to Katya and listening to Trixie too, even smiling slightly at some of the jokes, though it looked like she was trying hard not too. But Trixie didn’t come here for Violet’s reaction anyway, she came for Katya and Katya was reacting the exact way she had been hoping for. Trixie was more proud than she probably should’ve been, Violet could never make Katya laugh like that even if she tried. So Trixie kept on talking and talking about her new routine while Katya and Violet ate, well mostly Violet ate since Katya was too busy laughing. Trixie’s mood was slightly dampened however when after at least 20 minutes of this, Katya’s hand had found its way to Violet’s neck and was playing with a loose strand of hair there. She was still laughing and Violet was still eating and still pretending not to laugh and Trixie wasn’t sure if either of them realized the intimacy of their position.

Once Trixie had finished telling Katya all her ideas, all their coffee cups were empty and all the pancakes were gone and Trixie heard Violet scoff after she had finished. Katya just stared at Violet with raised eyebrows, both of them just looking into each others eyes for a moment until Violet let out a surrendering sigh.

„It doesn’t sound that bad.“ she said now with a facial expression that looked like it actually physically hurt her to compliment Trixie.

„Yeah, the idea reminded me off that one time when Katya and I had that show together in San Fransisco and we had so much fun, remember?“ Trixie was directing this more towards than Violet than Katya really.  She didn’t know why but she suddenly felt like she was competing with Violet for Katya’s attention.

„Oh yes!! That was so much fun! I don’t think I’ve ever laughed that much in one night. God that was awesome!“ Katya answered happily, oblivious to the tension between Violet and Trixie.

„How much fun exactly? More fun than Mexico?“ Violet asked Katya while looking at Trixie with a challenging look on her face. Katya was looking between Violet and Trixie now with a confused look on her face.

„I wouldn’t say that. It was very different kinds of fun.“ Katya said in a soothing voice, trying to calm both Trixie and Violet down. „Mexico was great in a lot of ways.“ Katya added with a wink towards Violet who just smiled back with a glint in her eye. Trixie knew that she shouldn’t keep pushing it, this was no battle she could win if the look on Katya’s face when glancing at Violet was any indicator.

„You should come to a couple tour stops, that would be so much fun!“ Trixie said almost expecting Violet to try to try to excel her.

But Violet looked at Katya who was looking back at her with a pleading look and Violet just sighed but didn’t say anything. Katya put her hand on top of Violet’s, squeezing it in gratitude. Katya was now looking excitedly back at Trixie and started talking about how awesome it would be if they would do some shows together and when and where and what routine would she even do. But Trixie could barely listen, zeroing in on Katya’s hand that stayed on top of Violet’s for the rest of breakfast. Were they a thing? Were they an actual couple? Trixie didn’t see that one coming and was trying to figure out how she felt about it. She had been slightly pissed off when first seeing them interact, almost jealous. But Katya did look very happy and the same could be said about Violet. And it’s not like she was secretly pining for Katya but it did feel weird to see her best friend that she had only ever known single and ready to mingle (and to fuck) all loved up and she felt strangely protective over Katya. There were a million questions running through Trixie’s mind that she wanted to ask Katya but she couldn’t exactly do that while Violet was still there. She noticed however that Violet had stopped glaring at her the second Katya had placed her hand on top of hers and was starting to be actually nice and turned out to be fucking good company.

Trixie was still thinking about how strange that whole situation had been from start to finish but she figured that if Katya was happy, so was she.