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mara-and-its-the-same · 10 months ago

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It would appear that I've had this posted to AO3 for 5 months but I just forgot to post it here. Part 2 to Smile

CW: Swearing, almost kidnapping but she changes her mind and goes with them anyway even though they tell her she can go. I dont know man, i wrote this in the summer, the heat was getting to me But i think its good so have fun

You’d been driving for longer than you cared to realize with Tangerine’s foot pressed all the way to the floor. Lemon seemed much friendlier without the mask, and when he wasn’t trying to restrain you for your kidnapping on behalf of your ill-begotten best friend. And Tangerine seemed…much more attractive under that mask.

It was strange, looking out the window, far enough from the city that the stars had finally started to return. You’d been in a very stolen car, for what was about to become a very long time, with two very strange men. Not to mention you had at least 15 million on you in jewelry alone, and the fact that your father had no limit to what he would pay to get you back. All things considered, it made for a very interesting impromptu trip into the countryside, especially since you had a strange respect for them, though it seemed undeserved.

You looked out at the stretch of road ahead of you, then at the fuel gauge. You pushed up using the front seats and the corners of your lips betrayed you when you were closer to Tangerine than you anticipated. You took a second to compose yourself, a second longer than you would have liked and one he absolutely noticed. “You can get off at that exit.”

“As you wish, love.”

You smiled on purpose this time and flicked his earring as you lowered yourself back into your seat. Lemon looked at you then nodded up. “You’re a James, maybe a Thomas, but I’m thinking James. What’you think, mate?”

“Definitely a James,” Tangerine nodded like he’s been considering it thoroughly the whole drive.

“Is this some type of code or something?”

“Nah, you know Thomas the Tank Engine?” Lemon reached into his jacket to get something.

“I’ve heard of it, yeah.”

He pulled out a book of stickers and found the first one of a smiling red train. “You’re a James.”

Tangerine made a train sound from the front, “Hoot Hoot.”

Lemon stuck it on your chest and you had to laugh at the juxtaposition. “Hmmm, Lemon, you’re an Aquarius. Tangerine, you’re a Scorpio.”

“So certain.” Tangerine scoffed in front.

“Ahhh, that’s where you’re wrong, bruv. Close, but we’re twins.”

“I’m sorry?” You looked back and forth between them.

“You got something to say about it?” Tangerine asked.

“No, not at all. Just, surprising.”

“Is it?” Lemon leaned back with his arms crossed.

“You don’t look very…twinish.”

“Semantics, luv.”

“Try not to get too caught up in it. But I’m an Edward, Tan’s a Gordon.”

“What does that mean?”

“Edwards, kind, wise. Gordon here, strongest, most important, but doesn’t listen to others.”

“Not true, I’m takin directions right now. Turn where, darling?”

“Left. So I’m a James, he’s a Gordon, you’re an Edward? And you’re twins.”

“Right-o.”

“Exactly, and care to tell us where we’re going?”

“We’ll see.”

“You don’t know where we’re fuckin going?”

“I know where, I just don’t know if it’s still open.”

“This it?” You were nearing the end of the road and had to crane your neck up to see the top of the building. The light pouring out of every window was almost blinding.

“Huh, they must’ve expanded.”

“Clearly.” Tangerine huffed then drove around to the side to park.

“Right then, let’s go.” You went to open your door before Lemon grabbed your other wrist and Tangerine looked back aghast.

“You’re going in like that?!” He looked down at your dress.

“I don’t have many options.”

“Fucking-uh,” Tangerine looked around like he’d be able to find something in the impromptu getaway car. “Lemon,” he hit his seat with the back of his hand, “give her your jacket.”

“What?”

“It’ll be like a dress. People do that.”

“‘People’ yes. Me, no.”

“You’re really fuckin doin this now.”

“Not much of a choice, mon ami. Allons-y.” You got out and had to spin to get the last of your skirts out the door before you slammed it.

“She’s fuckin French.” Tangerine raised an exhausted hand towards your closed door.

“Her doll house as a child was a mansion, bruv. Of course, she speaks French. Let’s go.”

Tangerine slapped his hands on the steering wheel as soon as Lemon got out. He pushed his hair back then followed you in.

You got a few looks once the doorman let you in, Lemon and Tangerine caught up to you sooner than expected since they jogged to catch up. More concern was raised at the blood and bruises rather than anything else, but the Twins looking even more disheveled did not help your case.

“Bonsoir, madame,” you spoke to the woman at the front desk, asking for 3 rooms just for the night.

“Je suis desolée, madame. Il y a une chambre libre. Cela vous dérangerait-il d'en partager un?”

“Euh, un moment, si-vous-plait.” You turned back to the Twins, “I asked for 3 rooms, but there’s only one available.”

“So we…”

“We can share, or we can keep looking.”

“Ask her if there’s somewhere else we can look.”

“C'est le seul hôtel de la région. Mais il y a une auberge de jeunesse à environ une demi-heure au sud.” The only other option being a hostel, a half hour back towards the city.

“Merci, nous prendrons la chambre. Euh, c'est peut-être une demande étrange, mais puis-je payer avec…” You took off your other teardrop diamond earring, the largest in the center being the size of your thumb nail. “Ça? Et Nous gardons cela secret?”

She stared down at the gleaming diamond staring back at her. “Euuhhhh, oui, absolument.”

She gave you the key and told you the room number.

“This was the only option.” You led them to the elevators and took it up to the top floor.

You pushed the key in, the thick metal kind with the wooden tag on the end, and didn’t bother looking around before you went right into the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower!”

It took you 5 minutes of struggling with the back of your dress before you went back out to get one of them to help you.

Lemon had already passed out on the couch, flat on his back with his mouth open and one ankle thrown over the armrest.

Tangerine had his back to the headboard of one of the two double beds and was trying to find an English channel on the TV.

“Tangerine?”

“Yea?”

“Could you help me with the back?”

He nodded and you turned around, standing in front of the bathroom door. Your necklace, rings, and bracelets on the counter, obnoxiously catching the warm yellow light. It seemed like he was confused by the ties, either that or he was taking longer on purpose.

“You put yourself in a dress you couldn’t get out of?”

“I didn’t do it myself, I had a whole fuckin team. It was ridiculous.”

“Done.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything else, love?”

“No, thank you.” You held the dress up to your chest when you turned to face him. “Actually, could you call the front desk and ask for extra blankets?”

“How many?”

You shrugged, “As many as you think.” He nodded and you stepped back into the bathroom and closed the door.

During your shower, you were only focused on the absolute insanity of your situation and the growing aches in every place you were struck. You couldn’t bring yourself to mind that you were in a room with two complete strangers who just tried to kidnap you a few hours earlier. You were fully aware that they could still do so and get the very same ransom from your family, or save themselves the trouble and kill you anyway. They have the 10 million dollar necklace and who knows how many thousands of dollars of other jewelry in the same room, what more would they need. You lost focus and got soap in one of your cuts. “MMMmmph!” you bit your lip to keep quiet. “Holy fuck.” It didn’t help much.

You realized as soon as you shut off the water that you had nothing to wear. After wrapping yourself in the fluffy white towel hanging on the other side of the glass door, you crossed your fingers and hoped there was a robe in the closet. Opening it, you found nothing so you tucked the towel tighter and tried the one right outside the bathroom. Right as you turned the corner, your eye was caught by Tangerine again. Laying right where he was before, but this time looking much more comfortable and much more shirtless.

Your hands reached for the big white robe but your eyes kept straying to him. He wasn’t what you were expecting, thinking most men in his line of work were all dark and mysterious, lithe and acrobatic, thin and scarred. He was no such thing.

“You alright, love?”

“I’m not your ‘love.’”

“It’s just a phrase. But still–”

“I’m fine, just getting a robe.”

“Right.”

You went back into the bathroom to try and fix your hair into something reasonable and get yourself ready for bed with your currently limited means.

“You’re wearing that?”

You pulled the covers back on your bed. “You forget that I showed up here in a full ballgown.”

“That you did.” You laid down and tried to relax. “We can get you something tomorrow, if you want.”

“Like to wear?”

“Yea, so we can get out of here.”

“Where are we going?”

“Wherever you like.”

“No, it’s your turn.”

“Italy then. Fake names, sell off all your shit,” he waved a hand in the direction of the bathroom. “Buy a farm or something.”

“A tiny little island.”

“Exactly. And you probably speak Italian.”

“Not fluently, but I could learn.”

“Perfect. We’ll get you something to wear, head there right after.”

“If,” he turned to you again. “You pinky promise not to kill me.”

“That’s what you’re counting on? A pinky promise?”

“I find them sacred.”

“And if I break it?”

“I’ll kill you.”

“But you’d be dead if I killed you.”

“Only if I say so.”

He rolled his eyes and stuck out his hand to you. You linked your pinky with his and shook it.

“I promise not to kill you if you don’t kill me.”

“I promise. You sure you’re comfortable in that?”

“I’ll be fine, it’s soft enough. You’re fine sleeping in slacks?”

“Don’t worry about me, love. Good night.”

“Good night.”

***The next morning***

You woke up to an empty room, windows open letting the air in and fluttering the curtains.

There was a striped cotton wrap dress laying on the end of your bed. Tags and hanger still on, with another note on top of it.

We left the necklace and the dress, but we needed the bracelet for cab fare. Find us in Italy, you know where we’ll be.

From the shadow on the other side, it looked like there was something else written on the back.

Tangerine thought you’d guess, but we have a friend in Linosa, I’m sure you’ll find us there. Easy.

(pssssttt, please comment and reblog so I don't keep writing just for no one to tell me what they like about it. I'm also open to all sorts of feed back so if your fingers are itching to say something just go for it babes)

#tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #bullet train tangerine #bullet train x reader #mara's fics

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shingia · 4 years ago

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can i req suna,, akaashi and iwa (and anyone else u want!!) getting jelly abt the s/o hanging out with another guy and being touchy (like the playful smacking or smth) without knowing the guy was their brother? angst to fluff bc i want the ✨ pain ✨ if u dont wanna its fine too,,

thanks bby,, love ur works so much! stay safe and healthy 😫💗

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS OF A GUY WITHOUT KNOWING HE’S YOUR BROTHER ✗

me receiving a request : 🥰 the request including suna :🤩 tysmm bby stay safe and healthy tooo <3

-> suna, iwaizumi, akaashi

-> angst to fluff

-> reblogs help a lot <33

— SUNA

• he hadn’t asked many questions when you told him you couldn’t come over to his house in the afternoon. but now, as he was replaying your snapchat story for the sixth time, he really wished he did

• maybe if he had insisted on coming with you, you wouldn’t have let this guy - that he had never seen, for the record - act so touchy with you

• was it his fault for not making you feel special enough ? to the point that you preferred the company of other men rather than your own boyfriend’s ?

• just the thought of this was enough to make a few of his usually well-hidden insecurities bubble up - most of them due to what his friends always joked about « suna doesn’t care enough to be in a relationship, they’ll all run away after a week ! »

• so yes, suna was hurt, but you didn’t have to see that. your opinion on him was the only one he cared about, he didn’t want to tarnish it. well... your opinion and his little sister’s, who burst into his room as he was about to watch your story for the seventh time to tell him that « someone’s at the door ! »

• not feeling like getting out of bed, it took him a few minutes to drag his feet to the door before finally opening it. and of all the people he could have expected to see, you were the last of them

• « surprise ? » you smiled as you let yourself in, not noticing the surprised look on his face as you greeted him with a tight hug. « i felt bad for cancelling our afternoon together, so i asked my brother to drop me off »

• you weren’t even done talking that suna had already recognized the man in the car that was leaving his driveway. his embrace immediately softened, and a smile crept on his face as he felt all his doubts vanish in a second

• « nuh-uh, don’t take your jacket off beautiful, i’m taking you out », he told you, determined to spoil you in the way he regretted not doing sooner

• at his words, his sister almost magically appeared next to you, coat in hand and ready to go. « you weren’t planning on leaving without me, right ? » she flashed you a toothless grin, grabbing both your hand and his to drag you two outside

• suna shared a deadpanned look with you, « of course not... » you both said in unison as she was already leading the way to her favorite ice cream shop

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s trust in you was infinite. but something about the way this guy had his arm playfully wrapped around your shoulders didn’t sit right with him

• his practice had ran late and he was exhausted. but he had promised you he would pop over to the birthday party of your childhood best friend, knowing how much it mattered to you

• but your behavior looked an awful lot like an attempt at making him jealous... and it was working

• was it your way of letting him know that you two weren’t working anymore ? were you just too much of a coward to be clear about it ? he hated to think about you that way. and most of all, he cared about you too much to not step in

• « ok now you got my attention » he told you after pulling you to the side. « if you want to tell me something, go ahead, i’m listening »

• still trapped in the euphoria of the moment, you didn’t really understand how upset he was. but maybe it was for the best, because it allowed you to defuse the tension lightheartedly : « i can’t believe i forgot to introduce you ! » you let out as you dragged him back to where your brother was still standing

• his jaw still clenched, iwa couldn’t even bring himself to shake this stranger’s hand, as friendly as he looked. at least not until you spoke your next words : « he was actually telling me how excited he was to finally met his future brother-in-law ! »

• iwa’s lips slightly parted in confusion, you could almost hear the cogs turning in his head over the music. brother? well that explained a lot of things

• « h-hi, sorry i was... miles away » he apologized before finally shaking the hand your brother was holding out to him

• but once the surprise had passed, another word stuck with him : brother-in-law ? as in « my sibling speaks so highly of you that i’m willing to let you put a ring on their finger even though i have never met you yet » ?

• well, it was good to know that your brother agreed with the plans he’d had for you since day 1...

— AKAASHI

• it was not unusual for akaashi to think that maybe he was not good enough for you. but being actually jealous was a first for him

• he had promised himself to never be too overprotective of you. but the facts were here : it was 3am and the only thing keeping him up was this unknown feeling of pure jealousy

• if he had not been in such a hurry when he witnessed your lighthearted banter and playful fighting with this man in the afternoon, he would’ve come up to you. introduced himself. maybe asked a few questions. if

• suspecting that this unpleasant feeling would not go away unless he talked to you about it, akaashi found himself dialling your number in the middle of the night

• used to his thoughts polluting his mind at unpredictable hours of the day and the night, your ringer was always on. which is why you picked up after only two rings

• « hi angel, i’m sorry to wake you up, i just... » he started, the clarity of his tone letting you know that he had not slept a wink. feeling his hesitation, you were quick to reassure him « it’s ok keiji. what’s going on ? »

• « who were you with ? i mean- this afternoon ? i don’t think i’ve ever met that guy and i was just wondering if... maybe i should ? »

• sitting up straight on your bed, you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders. if this was the only thing keeping him awake, he should be able to fall asleep in the following minutes. « i was with my brother. but i understand why you were confused, it’s a normal reaction so please don’t blame yourself for that, alright baby ? »

• the gasp you heard on the other end of the line made you chuckle. akaashi’s voice was much less tensed now : « well in that case, yeah i should probably meet him... if you’re ok with that »

• « i’m more than ok with that » you smiled, placing your phone down on your pillow « wanna stay on the phone for a bit ? »

• « that’d be nice », his voice sounded sleepy already, especially above the familiar sound of his covers being pulled up to his chin

— ATSUMU

• how could he put that in words ? he didn’t even know if he was allowed to be jealous because he knew how often you had to see him deal with his many fangirls

• and that was actually what bugged him the most : that he might have already made you feel as shitty as he was feeling now

• but atsumu wasn’t the type to sit down and seriously open up about his feelings. besides, it was much easier to look like a needy boyfriend rather than a vulnerable one

• so he resorted to what he was best at : physical touch as a way to get your attention

• sneaking up behind you, he didn’t give you any warning before wrapping both his arms around your waist and pressing his chest on your back so much that you almost had to bend over

• he really hoped you would be perceptive enough to understand that he wasn’t just being clingy, but in need of a lot of reassurance. and luckily, it was quick to come :

• « tsumu, let me introduce you my brother » you chuckled, understanding how and why he had been mistaken

• one hand still on your waist, he used the other to greet your brother. atsumu did not really seem fazed by the news. of course he was relieved to know that he had nothing to worry about, but this little experience had still been very eye-opening to him

• after your brother had left to give you two some privacy, tsumu’s grip on your waist tightened, but in a softer way

• « ‘m sorry if i ever made ya cry » he let out, completely out of the blue. you didn’t really understand the meaning of this, but it didn’t matter. your hand found its way to his cheek that you brushed lightly with one finger, admiring the how it was slowly turning red. « being jealous sucks... » he added.

• « it does », you approved, giving him a quick peck on the nose. « but there’s nothing and no one that you should worry about, i promise »

• a fond smile lit up his face. you looked sincere, and he really needed to hear that right now. quick as ever, his hands left your waist to come and rest on your cheeks. both holding each other’s faces, you stared at the other for a few seconds, wondering which one of you would give in to a kiss first

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hoboal87 · 2 years ago

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Fool Us Twice Writing Challenge

@synmorite and I are hosting a Challenge! Starting this month, which happens to be our birthday month (plus the bebe currently growing inside @hoboal87) and with no end date.

We want you to write a fic whose purpose is to trick us into believing something that isn’t true. As some of you know, Syn and I love to theorize the hell out of fics, and we're quite good at it. Throw us for a loop! We want you to trick us.

For example: Make us believe someone is a villain but turns out they’re the good guy, or vice-versa! Or maybe the reader thinks he/she/they are being cheated on, but it’s really that the s/o is shopping for engagement rings (or go for the opposite and bring on the angst).

Bend the rules however you see fit, but it should still make sense once the twist is revealed. Distract us with other details. Is there a large time jump? Was something revealed about a character and they haven’t been heard from since? Does a character have a mysterious past? Make us focus on the why, even though it might be irrelevant to the story itself. The point is: make us believe the lie. You can use any type of literary device; unreliable narrator, red herrings, Chekhov's gun, flashbacks/flashforwards, in medias res, framing devices, ect.

Interested? Check out the rules below!

Some Rules:

18+ participants only please

No minimum word count, max 3k per part.

Any genre - Angst, smut, fluff, crack are all welcome. Please tag/warn your fic accordingly

If you choose to write smut, no scat or piss play. We both are pretty much open to anything outside of that, but if you're not sure you can send either of us a DM

Fandoms: Supernatural (Sam, Dean, John), Walker, The Boys, and any iteration (soulless!Sam, Demon!Dean, ect.) of those characters as well as RPF for those fandoms. Crossovers are more than welcome and encouraged!

RIs, OCs, and Ships. We respectfully ask for no Destiel smut as neither of us are particular fans.

Need an idea for a pairing? Sastiel, Saileen, Denny, Dean/Cordell, Dean/SB, Sam/Jess, SB/Cordell, SB/Stella, Butcher/Liam, Cordell/Liam, Cordell/Stella. Think your pairing is unusual? Please write it!

If you write any RPF, wife-hate is not acceptable.

We do ask if you decide to stay compliant or adjacent to the SPN canon, no mentions of the Barn or Dean’s death.

Post in at least two parts with the twist in the second part so we can theorize!

You can pick from either option one or two, or both, it's completely up to you!

Sign ups are not required, but if you'd like to let us know you can DM either @synmorite or @hoboal87

Please tag both of us as well as use the hashtag #trick and treat hobosyn in the first 5 tags

if one or both of us don't reblog within 48 hours please send us a DM

First option: pick a song or movie from 1987. Use this as the inspiration for your fic. Multiple authors may choose the same song/movie.

Bad by Michael Jackson

Livin’ on a Prayer by Bon Jovi

With or Without You by U2

Here I Go Again by Whitesnake

Don't Dream it's Over by Crowded House

I Think We're Alone Now by Tiffani

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For by U2

Didn’t We Almost Have it All? by Whitney Houston

The Next Time I Fall by Peter Cetera and Amy Grant

Alone by Heart

Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi

U Got the Look by Prince

(I Just) Died in Your Arms by Cutting Crew

Lean on Me by Club Nouveau

(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party) by Beastie Boys

Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac

Notorious by Duran Duran

The Way It Is by Bruce Hornsby and the Range

Three Men and a Baby

Fatal Attraction

Flowers in the Attic

The Princess Bride

Dirty Dancing

The Lost Boys

Moonstruck

Overboard

Throw Momma From the Train

Lethal Weapon

Mannequin

Some Kind of Wonderful

The Untouchables

Predator

Roxanne

Adventures in Babysitting

Full Metal Jacket

Second option: Below is our Wish List of Tropes that we love to read. We have a wide variety of favorite tropes and once again, we aren’t here to judge.

Have Fun! We can't wait to read and theorize your fics!

A/B/O breeding farm

Dark Winchesters

CNC

Hand/Size Kink

Fuck or Die

Wincest

Weecest

A/B/O True Mates

Dadchesters

Genderswap

Walkercest

Rough sex

dub-con/non-con

Serial Killer AU

Possessive/obsession

Breeding Kink

Knife Kink

De-Aging

Chef AU

Inappropriate Relationships

Grooming

Dark J3

Medical AU

Age Gaps

Mpreg

Historic AU

#trick and treat hobosyn #writing challenge #fool us twice #supernatural #walker #the boys #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #spn family

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thesmokingguns · 3 years ago

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Tous Les Jours

word count: 1472

Requested: “Hii💖 can i request a fic where their s/o is in a band like baby metal and at first their like “how cute girls dancing to metal” but then they see how heavy it is and how much control they have over the crowd” I don’t know who requested this but I hope you like this. It was super fun to write!

“Salut, Salut, Salut! We are Les Petites Souris from Paris, France! Comment ça va, Los Angeles?” The crowd roared to life at the opening act. Dressed in feathers, bedazzled corsets, and fishnets it looked like Vegas showgirls and very out of place for the opening act to a rock and roll show. “This is our song Tous Les Jours!” Nikki looked up, confused from the bar where he was currently being bumped into by people trying to rush closer to the stage. Tommy and Vince both looked absolutely out of their minds excited besides him.

He had been promised to see the hottest band in LA at the moment and a huge competitor but what looked like three hot French Burlesque dancers were on stage. WHen the music started his eyes furrowed together. Heavy bass lines and drum beats mixed with great guitar riffs, and then they were singing. The lead singer was pretty blonde with long legs that she was using to do the Can-Can with her backup singers. BUt her voice was angelic. Nikki watched the three girls in their synchronized dance moves. The high energy of the girls were like a mix of pop stars on MTV and strippers. The way that they danced to their music, that was way heavier than he could imagine for them. He stood in almost shock as they performed, well TBone pretty much went nuts beside him.

They sang a few songs before the crowd started to get wild and try to surge forward. It was like a fight club as people pawed at the stage. Nikki felt like he was watching Beatles Mania happen. The lead singer finished her song, giving the crowd a look over that made them fall silent. Tommy elbowed him, in awe of the stage presence from the petite singer.

“Que faites-vous, mes amis?” she tsked at them and Nikki felt his eyes glued to her as she walked a few steps towards the crowd. The way her hand went to her hip and she looked out at them like she was scolding children, “This show is for everyone but we will not sing if you keep acting like this, d’accord?” though they didn’t know what she was saying they all agreed with her anyway. The way she smiled at the audience had them all cheering as she walked over and started dancing again.

Nikki loved watching the way the three girls bounced around the stage like they were just having a lot of fun. It didn't feel like they were acting but it also felt like a full performance. It was a gimmick but they could actually perform and all of them had great voices that sounded right over the heavy music. By the time that the show was ending he understood why the guys had wanted to come to see the band so badly. He was surprised at the end of the show when he was thinking about how he didn’t want it to end. He enjoyed watching the girls dance to the heavy music, their bright smiles, costumes bouncing at their silly moves, and the way they drew the crowd into them.

At the last song it got so loud he could see his whisky shake in the glass. The crowd was absolutely losing their minds for them. The girls all clasped hands bowing to them and giving them all waves as flowers, bras, and even what looked like a pair of boxers all made it up onto stage. The singer once more stepped forward waving at the crowd and trying to get them to quiet down so she could talk.

“Merci, mes amies. Once again we are Les Petites Souris. We are selling some merchandise in the back of the club. Hannah, wave your hands so they can see you, mon amour.” Nikki turned to see the girl waving her hand. “We also will be playing at The Roxy tomorrow night. You can find me at the bar before the set and buy me a few drinks, oui?” she smiled as there were catcalls and whistles from the crowd, “Merci, mes amies. Until tomorrow, bonne soiree.`` She departed the stage and it took a few minutes for people to realize they were done and not coming out for an encore.

It was crazy how the crowd was already leaving when they hadn't even been the main band for the night. Vince and Tommy were already finishing their drinks which the bassist knew meant they were going to try to head backstage to meet the new chick band on the club scene.

When they made it backstage they had no problem finding the dressing room since they had all played here before. T-Bone wanted to just walk in but they managed to restrain him as Nikki knocked. The door opened and there was the blonde, looking him up and down.

“Do I know you?” She asked and he smirked that her accent had been real and not just part of the show. Her eyes rolled away from him to the two men that were with them. He could hear someone say something to her in French and she responded lazily with a Hand wave.

“I’m Nikki Sixx, this is Vince and Tommy. We saw you play tonight and just wanted to invite you out.” Her eyebrow rose and she turned to look in the room of girls relaying the messages. Two heads poked it looking at the men and they were all chattering over each other in what seemed like a game of pick your date. Nikki felt the heavy blue eyes on him of the blonde.

“So you come to our dressing room after our show without flowers, without champagne, without anything about our show and you and tes sales amis want to take us out tonight? Tut-Tut, Monsieur Sixx.” She walked away from the door replaced with another blonde who was making eyes at Tommy.

“Do not pay Charlotte any mind. Come back in an hour, yes? We will be ready then.” She shut the door leaving the boys all standing around. Nikki told the boys he’d be back in a little bit leaving the club, feeling like he had a challenge ahead of him.

The hour passed and when then girls came out they were changed from their stage costumes to more casual jeans and leather jackets. Nikki handed Charlotte a bouquet of roses watching the way her eyes danced in amusement.

“Great show.” He said, a smile blooming over his face. He watched the way she cracked the flowers bringing them close and inhaling the sweet scent.

“Merci, Monsieur Sixx.” Her hand went to her forearm lacing their arms together as they headed out and into the waiting limo that the band had.

That night turned into six months later and the pair had been pretty much inseparable. Nikki would take out the French singer as often as possible. She basically lived at his house, throwing parties and laughing loudly with all his friends. The way she managed to get everyone to befriend her with almost the trance-like control she held on stage never stopped impressing him.

The cult-like following of the band had them headline large arenas where seats were packed to watch the cute girls dance to the metal songs. Everyone seemed to forget they could perform with a full range or dance moves and musical talent until they were seeing it live. The way the girls were in cotton candy pastel burlesque outfits contrasted to the heavy metal playing in the background.

Nikki had seen them dozens of times, loving to support his girl, and still he would be sucked into their performance. The cute dance moves, the heavy music, and the sexy outfits all seem to add to the band. He loved watching them can-can to the heavy baselines and the elegance they brought to the music. Just like he was hooked on seeing them he was hooked on their lead singer.

Nikki had known after the first night when she pulled cognac from her purse to splash liberally in their coffee after dinner that she was the girl for him. She made them all feel like they were in the presence of something great and lifted them all up to feel great as well. He loved that when he was having jamming sessions to figure out new songs she’d pick up her guitar helping him come up with the melodies to his music. Or how she’d sing his lyrics and he could finish a song after she had hummed out a few lines. The chemistry they had was something he had dreamed of.

He knew he loved her and he planned to keep her around so that he could continue to love her. Tous les jours.

#Nikki Sixx #Motley Crue #Nikki Sixx x OC #Request #Nikki Sixx headcanon #Nikki Sixx imagine #Motley Crue imagine #Nikki Sixx fanfic #Nikki Sixx fan fiction

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vortahoney · 3 years ago

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I dare you to answer every question in the last ask game you reblogged

Okay

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs because they fit nicely in my hands

2. Chocolate bars or lollipops

Chocolate bars with caramel specifically

3. Bubble gum or cotton candy

Neither next question

4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Intelligent but problems with attention and talking

5. How do you prefer to drink soda?

Glass bottles all the way

6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal, or sportswear?

Goth or grunge bc that’s just how I dress

7. Earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds because headphones make me feel silly

8. Movies or tv shows?

Tv shows because I like having a LOT of content

9. Favorite smell in the summer?

Chlorine pools (:

10. Game you were best at in p.e.

I was insanely good at dodgeball

11. Average breakfast?

Fruit smoothie

12. name of your favorite playlist?

“I don’t care HOW butch you are…”

13. Lanyard or key ring?

Key ring

14. Favorite non chocolate candy?

Hi chews

15. Favorite book you read as a school assignment?

I know we’re all expecting a classic and I do LOVE classics but it’s gotta be this sort of middle grade-y novel called The Sacred Lies of Minnow Bly

16. Most comfortable sitting position?

Laying down

17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Rose pink vans

18. Ideal weather?

Slightly chilly rain or snow

19. Sleeping position?

On my stomach with one arm up under the pillow

20. Preferred place to write?

In my closet, I do better in small spaces

21. Obsession from childhood?

History of Circuses

22. Role model?

From my life: my ninth grade English teacher

From just the world: Kazuo Ishiguro

23. Strange habits?

I hopscotch from the tile in my kitchen to the carpet in the hallway

24. Favorite crystal?

Aventurine without a doubt

25. First song you remember hearing?

Something by Adele I don’t remember the name of

26. Favorite warm weather activity?

Tubing :}

27. Favorite cold weather activity?

Sitting around a fire (inside) and drinking hot chocolate

28. Five songs to describe me?

I like giants- kimya dawson

Valerie- Amy Winehouse

Friday I’m in love- the cure

Tunnel Vision- Grumpster

L-O-V-E- Nat King Cole

29. Best way to bond with me?

Be willing to listen to a rant about something I like/be willing to rant about something you like

30. Places you find sacred?

Hospitals and Libraries

31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

Old ZZ Top shirt black skinny jeans and combat boots

32. Top five favorite vines?

Road work ahead

Country boy I love you

Ah Fuck I can’t believe you’ve done this

whO want lasagna

Look at all those chickens

33. Most used phrase in your phone?

No but yeah

34. Advertisements you have stuck in your head?

You know what makes me thirsty?

35. Average time you fall asleep?

Eleven on the dot every night

36. First meme you remember ever seeing?

I don’t remember anything about except it was that baby doing a fist bump

37. Suitcase or duffel bag?

The correct answer is backpack

38. Lemonade or tea?

Both in the same cup

39. Lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon meringue pie <3

40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Someone stole a bus for the devious lick challenge

41. Last person you texted?

My best friend ever

42. Jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Pants pockets because they’re so much more secure

43. Hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket, or bomberos jacket?

Hoodie!!

44. Favorite scent for soap?

Mango shea butter or vanilla

45. Favorite genre?

Sci fi!

46. Most comfortable sleeping outfit?

Sports bra/no shirt, shorts

47. Favorite type of cheese?

Gouda! Preferably with red pesto

48. If you were a fruit what kind would you be?

Strawberry because I’m sweet and also have tons of inconvenient seeds

49. What saying or quote do you live by?

Every day give yourself a present from twin peaks

50. What made you laugh the hardest you’ve ever laughed?

Oh god I don’t remember but it was something @mixedmediahmm said in my car. Either that or “damn girl your pussy tastes like werther’s originals” which is a thought that I had about a certain character from a certain show that I am currently watching

51. Current stresses?

My final semester of high school is going to be a very difficult one and I am STRESSED

52. Favorite font?

Cambria!!!

53. What is the current state of your hands?

Dry because it’s cold

54. What did you learn from your first job?

Tell people about your allergies

55. Favorite fairy tale?

The Ugly Duckling

56. Favorite tradition?

My family’s Christmas Eve cribbage tournament!

57. The three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Insecurity about my identity, coming out, and my anger issues

58. Four talents you’re proud of having?

My writing, my skill with dogs, gardening/foraging, and my ability to pick up languages

59. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Howdy howdy!” Or “I watched this documentary…”

60. If you were an anime character, what kind would you want it to be?

A cooking one or one in space

61. Favorite line from a book/movie/tv show?

Again, the every day give yourself a present line from Twin Peaks

62. Seven characters you relate to?

Diane Nguyen- Bojack Horseman

Klara- Klara and the Sun

Ezri Dax- Star Trek: ds9

Gregor Samsa- The Metamorphosis

Adaine Abernant- Fantasy High

63. Five songs you would play in your club?

Something to Say- Michaela Jaé

Juice- Lizzo

XS- Rina Sawayama

Bubblegum Bitch- Marina and the Diamonds

Boys Don’t Cry- the cure

64. Favorite childhood website?

GirlsGoGames!

65. Any permanent scars?

One on my face just under my mouth from a really bad butter burn, and one from sewing my hand to a pillow in home ec

66. Favorite flower?

Any kind of pea

67. Good luck charms?

My pocket knife Lorraine!

68. Worst flavor?

Frozen octopus

69. A fun fact you don’t know how you learned?

Coconut water can be used in emergency blood transfusions when no blood is available

70. Left or right handed?

Right

71. Least favorite pattern?

Polka dots

72. Worst subject?

Biological sciences

73. Favorite weird flavor combo?

Grapes and cheese (idk if that’s weird though) also popcorn and whipped cream

74. At what pain level do you have to be at before you take ibuprofen?

5-ish

75. When did you lose your first tooth?

Eight I think

76. Favorite potato food?

Potato soup!!!

77. Best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Thyme!

78. Coffee at a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Coffee from a gas station

79. Which looks better, school id or driver’s license?

School id

80. Earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth for clothes jewel for decorations!

81. Fireflies or lightning bugs?

Fireflies??

82. Pc or console

I do not have either nor have I ever had either

83. Writing or drawing?

Writing :)

84. Podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts, I find them more accessible

85. Barbie or Polly pocket?

Barbie!

86. Fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology!! Especially Norse mythology (my dad got me into it)

87. Cookies or cupcakes?

Cupcakes <3

88. Your greatest fear?

Losing control of my body/mental state

89. Your greatest wish?

To be a published author!

90. Luckiest mistake?

Once submitted a story to the wrong contest but won nationally!

91. Boxes or bags?

Bags are easier to carry

92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight, or fairy lights?

Sunlight all the way

93. Nicknames?

My dad calls me chicken but that’s it

94. Favorite season?

Autumn

95. Favorite app on your phone?

My solitaire app or Dropout

96. Desktop background?

Ummm no desktop

97. How many phone numbers do you have memorized?

Two

98. Favorite historical era?

Ummmmmmmmm pirates

#happy?#friends tag #kingdeath000

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bapydemonprincess · 4 years ago

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Picrew used: https://picrew.me/image_maker/43383

A brief story below the cut that I was inspired to make up after making this!

Amy only gave the young reaper Adam a big, welcoming smile for about.. two seconds, before his.. different appearance truly crashed through her basic senses, as well as his deeply upset and wavering mental state, that seemed so overwhelming at this point, the young demon was surprised he’d made it to her at all without.. collapsing in some way somewhere.

“Adam- Adam, what the hell happened??” Amy immediately demanded, rushing up closer and reaching out.

The young man’s hands shot up as well, but instead of using them to take her reaching hands, his pushed at hers, and them fumbled to pull up his soft sweater further as it carelessly kept slipping down one drooped shoulder.

The black sweater as well as his other black suit jacket were always a bit big on his slightly below average form, but he normally was capable of keeping them up, as his shoulders never really had drooped this far down before.

“It’s nothin’, it’s nothin’, luv. I- I’m-... I’ll get over it, awright? It’s-”

“What’re you saying?! Clearly it’s not nothing, Adam! You look like you’d just gotten caught in a storm and tossed about and--”

Amy cut herself off, as once again her young demonic gaze finally noticed something.

Something very different!

“Your hair! You- It’s- Why’s that bit on the right missing, did you cut it or--”

“IT DON’ MATTER, AMY, I CAN’T BRING IT BACK, AWRIGHT?!”

The demon’s pupils shrank and her arms folded in, hands balled up tight up to her chin.

Amy hadn’t been yelled at like that in ages! Certainly not since about three years ago, when she’d been much more of a youngling than she was now, and irritating the hell out of her older sibling!

But.. to have Adam yell at her like this..

...While still that frustration and sadness grew within him.. his soul a whirlpool of negativity...

Amy Michaelis scowled then, and dove forward to grab up the young man’s face, in both hands, and glare with those livid pink eyes of hers.

“Clearly, Mr. Borders, it does matter if you’re physically broken by its absence at present.”

“Wha- N-No I’m no-” Adam tried to start, eyebrows scrunched up, but Amy’s little black nails pinched his skin firmly, shutting him up.

“You shut screamed in my face a second ago, did you not? Do you really think you can get away with that and have me let it go, huh??” Amy growled, a bit of fang showing as she spoke this time...

A hint of.. fear started to seep in through the boy’s other emotions, and he drooped once again, this time ignoring the sweater sleeve falling off his arm.

“Come on, let’s sit.” The president of Hell insisted, and still while gripping Adam’s jaw in one hand, turned slightly to start walking towards an awaiting bench in the garden of Phantomhive manor.

Once she sat, and the reaper sat at the same time, ( but carefully with his face still in her grip..) Amy released him and brushed off her black skirts firmly and briskly.

“Now, tell me what happened before you managed to make it here.” She demanded.

Adam.. slouched, but a hand reached up in a familiar way.. and ran up through.. shorter bangs and back through the rest of his hair.

“Some other young reapers I know, uh, all currently studying too and all that... ganged up on me...”

Amu blinked and her eyebrows went down.

“Ganged up on you? I.. beg your pardon?” There were still English phrases she.. still did not know. How fascinating... But she did assume what he meant was something bad, most likely.

“Yeah.. it-it’s a bit o’ a new thing. It means uh, they surrounded me and started well..” He untwined his fingers to spread them as he shrugged a little while still hunched in, elbows on his thighs.

“Bullyin’ me, I guess.”

“And they brought something to cut your hair with from the start..?” Amy interjected.

“Nah, not right away. They were goin’ on on how manly I wanted t’be but uh.. um.... how.. girly.. my.. hair looked. Accordin’ to them.”

Amy’s face had gone stone solid serious, her mouth not even twitching to a scowl or a smile.

“I do not understand..”

Adam sighed and his head drooped, but nodded with understanding.

“Yeah, I mean I figured a demon wouldn’t--”

“Why the hell is one hair style more one gendered than another?? Why does your hair’s appearance dictate a certain.. label??”

Adam groaned and covered his face.

The sadness and gloom was disappearing and.. overhearing Amy’s opinion on these common human things that Adam and others simply.. had known since.. forever was very..

It..

It was refreshing.

“I know. It.. it’s utter bollocks, really. I know it is. And- like- hair does grow back eventually so-”

“But the fact that they forced such a thing upon you, on your body, your hair. Things that you own, not them...”

Adam blinked, at hearing an inhuman growl rumble from the girl beside him, and quickly straightened, grabbing his slipping sweater sleeves on both sides, and pulled them up, and shot closer to her, hands up, in a way of instinctively trying to calm or soothe or.. something!

“It- it- It’s over now, Amy!! An’ that’s all they did really, they jus’ cut that bit an’ did nothin’ else!! C’mon!!”

Amy made a grunt, which certainly was a bit worrying, as it wasn’t just a typical noise of annoyance with air rushing out from her mouth or nostrils.

Smoke rushed out. Literally. From that tiny round nose on her face. And once again her lip curled to bare fangs..

“If only there was a safe way for me to cross over.. For me to appear before your fellow young reapers.. and show them how wrong it is to... TO TREAT ANOTHER FELLOW HUMAN AS IF THEY OWN YOUR BODY, NOT YOU!!! IT IS UTTERLY.. SELFISH!!”

Her clenched fists ignited into black flames at her shriek, and Adam had to pull back even if he didn’t want to..

“K.. Kindaaa glad you can’t, if’m bein’ honest, luv..” He hesitantly admitted.

Amy blinked, and then noticed her current predicament...

“HMPH,” The young demoness huffed, and the flamed vanished just as she’d crossed her arms.

“You may understand where they wronged you, but you are too soft, Adam.. Really, they deserve a punishment! Even other reapers could likely see that!”

“Ohh, I wouldn’t doubt it,” Adam agreed. Especially someone like.. Miss Sutcliff.. IF she ever finds out.. I mean she will see my hair an’ how it is right now and she might--

“Adam, what are you ruminating on now?” Amy prompted, lifting a brow.

“Oh, jus’ that.. I know one too many dangerous ladies..”

He smirked a bit though, this time, and actually.. felt it.

“Wh-what does that mean, Adam?? You- are you calling me dangerous?”

She had a lilt to her voice, clearly showing she sensed too that the mood had turned, and possibly for good.

“Hmm, maybe. I said ladies, after all. As in more than one.”

The boy grinned.

“WHA- YOU- ADAM!!”

Adam cracked up, and quickly jumped off the bench, to run off in a random direction.

“Oh no, oh no, the demon’s gone awol!! I gotta get outta here~!” He cried in fake alarm to no one.

Amy cried out again in a mockery of outrage, standing up to promptly run after him.

“You are such a rude human, Mr. Borders! Honestly, I thought that reaper academy would at least teach you some manners by now!!”

“Pffft, what, manners towards demons? As if..”

“Well, then I’ll have to teach those sorts of things myself then, won’t I?! GET OVER HERE!!” The young President of Hell commanded, and continued to playful chase.

And yet relief flooded her thoroughly, at the change in her reaper boy’s mood.

Despite the current new and drastic appearance of his hair, and how it had been forced upon him, he was clearly going to survive..

And Amy would make certain to help keep his mind from it as long as she needed to, if that seemed to be the way to help.

Until it would grow back again.

Despite the small tragedy that it had been, it had still meant to be a way of weakening the former mortal boy.

But humans could survive so many things.. small and large...

It amazed Amy how brave her human, and others like him, could be.

#picrew #my oc #reaper oc #kuroshitsuji oc #Adam Borders #tw bullying #Amy Michaelis

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kinda-iconic · 5 years ago

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36 & Adrian and MC😛😛😛

Hey! First I’d like to apologise for the lateness of this response, but then I got too invested and this ended up writing quite a bit for this one.

Prompt #36: ‘I think I’m in trouble’ from the angst/fluff prompt list for Adrian x MC; please note that this does contain violence.

Words: 2′430

Tagging: @shelley-parah @bloodboundismylife @bbchoices @bellaraines @elinechoices - there’s no punching I’m afraid, as I ended up editing it out... but there’s Adrian just being, well... Adrian!

Warnings: Violence, brief depiction of injury (slightly)

It’s not the best, but I hope you like it all the same!

Adrian looks down at his watch, sighing in frustration as he returns his attention back to the board; his campaign team had scheduled a late-night meeting, but what started as a simple briefing had turned into a constant loop of nit-picking and one-sided arguments. He stares blankly at the screen, rereading the same paragraph that had been initially projected 15 minutes prior as the team continue to bicker amongst themselves; however, his focus is soon broken by a sudden buzz in his jacket. He reaches for his phone, glancing down at the screen to check who was calling.

Amy.

He looks at it for a moment, but a sudden silence urges him to look up. The group have stopped arguing, their gazes now trained on him.

‘Senator? Is everything alright?’

‘I have to take this,’ he holds up his phone, ‘excuse me for a moment.’

He turns his chair toward the wall, ensuring that his face is not visible to the others before answering the call. He opens his mouth to speak, but a soft voice quickly intercepts him; her voice shaky and uncertain.

‘Adrian?’

‘Sweetheart,’ he looks to his counterparts, who give him a knowledgeable nod before continuing on with their business; he turns away from the conversation, putting some distance between himself and the others before continuing, ‘I’m in a meeting right now, Amy. I can’t speak for very-’

‘I think I’m in trouble.’

He narrows his brows in confusion, his collected expression soon dissipating into one of concern.

‘What?’ He rises from his chair, peering over his shoulder as the others regard him with curiosity. Once he is sure that they are not listening, he continues, his tone firm yet soothing. ‘Has something happened?’

‘I think I’m being followed.’

His eyes fade into crimson for a moment, though it is not long before he remembers his present company; he pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as if to calm himself.

‘Are you certain?’

‘I can hear them… whoever it is, or… whatever it is,’ her pace quickens as she makes her way further into the park, her breath hitching in her throat as her uncertainty begins to get the best of her, ‘they…they seem to be getting closer-’

She stops abruptly, for a loud clatter from somewhere in the treeline startles her into silence. She holds the phone closer to her ear, and Adrian can sense the fear in her voice, her words frantic and rattled.

‘I don’t like this, I…I don’t like this at all.’

‘I know,’ he exhales slowly, ‘but I need you to listen carefully, alright? Just do as I say, and you’ll be fine.’

Amy responds with a curt nod, somewhat forgetting the measure of their communication. He speaks shortly afterward, his voice taking a worrisome tone after her noiseless response.

‘Amy? I need you to answer me, alright? I need to know that you’re safe…’

‘Yes I… I’m sorry.’

‘Good,’ he bows his head slightly, glancing down at his watch, ‘now I need you to tell me exactly where you are, as well as why and how you came to be.’

Her heart begins to beat erratically in her chest, her breath quickening with every second that passes. She pauses by the entryway to the bridge, her figure shrouded by the shadows of the night.

‘I…I’m not sure where to start,’ she stutters slightly, ‘I left Lily’s shortly after 10, and I know I shouldn’t have but I… I took a shortcut through the park.’

‘Amy…’ he sighs despondently, the grip around his phone tightening, ‘Kamilah and I told you to stay clear until we were completely sure that it was safe.’

‘I know I just… I guess I thought that it would be okay to. It was almost deserted, I…’ she pauses for a moment, closing her eyes as she tries to focus on the sounds around her, ‘I didn’t think much of it.’

He runs a nervous hand through his hair, his palm lingering at the nape of his neck.

‘Is there anywhere that you can go? To hide until I am able to get there.’

‘I…’ she looks around, scanning the park for anywhere that she can conceal herself; her eyes befall a cluster of trees, their shadows blanketing anything that crosses their path in darkness. ‘There’s a few trees that I can hide in. If I can find a good footing, I should be able to climb one of them.’

‘Good,’ he reaches for his briefcase, gently placing it on his chair, ‘stay hidden and don’t come out for anyone, regardless as to who it is. Wait until I am there.’

‘O…okay…’ she takes a step towards the trees, but as she approaches, a guttural growl from beyond the treeline forces her to reconsider. She remains silent for a moment before she speaks, her voice slightly unnerved.

‘Looks like the trees are no longer a safe option.’

‘Why?’

‘Because there’s something over there,’ she takes a step back, her footsteps light on the cobbled stone, ‘and whatever it is… does not sound very friendly.’

He exhales sharply, closing his eyes as he thinks of what to say.

‘Okay. Is there anything near you that you could use to protect yourself?’

She looks around at her surroundings, but it isn’t long before she has to stop herself, her gaze fixating on a pair of dark, red eyes staring back at her from the shadows. The figure slowly draws closer, a deep, guttural growl escaping its lips as the creature emerges from the darkness, its ash-grey skin illuminated by the moonlight.

A feral.

Amy takes a step back, causing the creature to jolt its arms; it bares its fangs, its sharp claws dragging across the tree bark as it approaches her.

‘I… I think I know what was following me now.’

‘What is it?’

She keeps her eyes on the creature, watching closely as it creeps towards her.

‘It…it looks like a feral…’

He exhales sharply, his voice taking a firm tone.

‘I’m leaving now,’ he turns in the direction of the team, his brow furrowed in anger and worry, ‘I’ll be with you as soon as I can; just stay on the phone. I won’t be able to talk for a moment, but I want you to know that I am there with you, okay?’

‘O…okay.’

He smiles faintly, as if to reassure himself that she will be alright before he continues, lowering his voice to a hushed whisper; one that only she can hear.

‘I love you, Amy.’

‘I…I love you too.’

He places his phone against his chest, taking a brazen step towards the group as they continue to discuss their tactics. Once he is within range for them to hear, he speaks, instantaneously gaining their attention.

‘I’m afraid that I must depart, Gentlemen,’ he gives them a charismatic smile, tipping his head in acknowledgement, ‘there’s been an emergency at home, and I must return to my wife.’

One of the attendees looks up at him, subconsciously tapping his pen against his coffee cup.

‘Is everything alright, Senator?’

He nods in response, placing his phone back into his breast pocket.

‘Yes, it’s fine.’ He retrieves his paperwork from the desk, carefully placing it into his briefcase, ‘I just need to be with her; I apologise for having to leave so suddenly.’

‘Oh no of course,’ the man waves his hand dismissively, ‘I understand the pressures of impending fatherhood first-hand, so I know how worrying this time can-’

‘I’m sorry?’

The man tilts his head in confusion, his brows furrowed.

‘It…it’s true is it not? That your wife is in the family way...’

Adrian closes his briefcase in haste, shaking his head.

‘I don’t know who may have told you that, James, but I’m afraid that you’ve been misinformed; my wife is not pregnant, as vampires such as myself cannot have children.’ He pushes his chair underneath the table, ‘now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be on my way.’

With no time for goodbyes, Adrian rushes out of the conference room. Once he reaches his car, he slings his case on the back seat before sprinting in the direction of Central Park.

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Amy watches the figure closely, her heightened senses picking up on every sound that it makes as it drudges closer to her, its elongated fingers shifting abnormally. She continues to back away, her body subconsciously falling into the defensive stance that Jax had taught her many moons ago; she soon finds herself addressing the creature, her own eyes darkening as they fade into crimson.

‘I wouldn’t try it if I were you, mister,’ she places her right leg behind her, her arms bent at the elbows, ‘I might not look like much, but I sure as hell can take you out.’

The creature snarls, it’s blood-stained fangs now visible in the light of the moon. Without warning, the feral makes an advance towards her, swiping at her side with its ripper-like claws. She dodges with ease, spinning herself far enough so that she is out of reach. She recovers swiftly, forcing a brutal jab into the side of its ribs.

‘Hrahh!’

The creature staggers back, seemingly more infuriated than before. It goes for her again, this time a lot more tactful, striking at the spot right above her thigh. She manages to block his attack, forcing its arm away from her, but as she focuses on defending herself from being cut, the feral grabs hold of her neck, its brittle fingers wrapping tightly around it, slowly cutting off her airways.

‘Was…’ she gasps, struggling for breath, ‘was not expecting that...that’s for…for sure.’

His grip tightens, and Amy soon finds herself being lifted off the ground. The creature snarls, its rancid breath filling her nostrils before it launches her into a nearby tree. The trunk splits on impact, showering Amy with pieces of bark and discarded leaves. She grimaces from the pain, a fresh stream of blood trickling down her cheek from a newly formed gash on her forehead. She looks up at the feral, her teeth gritted as the cut slowly starts to knit itself together.

‘You just had to do that, didn’t you?’

She rolls onto her side before trying to regain her footing, forcing herself to stand. She staggers to her feet, beckoning for it to come at her once more.

‘Come at me then!’

The feral lunges towards her, its face contorted with hatred and hunger, but before it can reach her, a sharp, jagged branch is driven through its chest. The creature looks down at the wound, letting out a piercing shriek before crumbling to ash in front of her. As the ash settles, a familiar figure steps out from behind the cloud of falling dust, his hands coated in a mixture of ash and black blood. He reaches into his pocket, retrieving a freshly folded handkerchief to wipe the remnants from his hands.

‘Now then,’ he focuses on his hands for a moment before looking up, flashing her a mischievous smile, ‘what did I tell you about having fun without me?’

‘ADRIAN!’

She leaps over the pile of ash, giddily bounding over to him; she wraps her arms tightly around his waist, nestling her face into his shirt. He embraces her simultaneously, running a soothing hand from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, as if in an attempt to calm her. He kisses the top of her head, resting his chin against her temple.

‘I told you I’d be here, didn’t I?’

She smiles up at him, inclining her head slightly upward before capturing his lips with her own; the kiss is soft and sweet, with a hint of relief.

‘You sure do know how to cut it fine, Raines.’ She bops him on the nose, ‘any longer and he’d have probably thrown me into the bridge!’

‘I’m quite surprised you let him get that close,’ he reaches up, placing a gentle hand to her cheek, ‘is everything okay? Were you hurt?’

‘Besides being launched into a really big tree? Yeah… I’m grand.’

‘Why didn’t you zap him?’

‘I’m not a laser gun!’

He chuckles, planting a tender kiss to her forehead.

‘I know that,’ he tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his voice taking a worrisome tone, ‘but in all seriousness… why didn’t you?’

‘I haven’t fed today, and using my powers drains my energy. If I were to use them on an empty stomach, I wouldn’t be able to defend myself for long.’

‘I can’t fault that.’

His arms tighten around her, pulling her closer to his chest. He holds her like that for a moment before pulling away, putting some distance between the pair.

‘So… now that this has been dealt with,’ he holds out a hand towards her, gesturing for her to take it, ‘I think that it’s about time that you and I head home…don’t you, Mrs Raines?’

Amy responds with a curt nod. She goes to take his hand, but a sudden growl causes her to pause. Adrian looks at her quizzically, a cheeky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

‘Now I know you said you were hungry, but I wasn’t expecting tha-’

‘That wasn’t me.’

Another growl can be heard from within the shadows, its tone deep and ragged, followed by a series of snarls and hisses; five feral-like creatures emerge from the darkness, their blood red eyes staring soullessly back at the pair as the encroach upon them. Adrian quietly ushers Amy backward, using his arm almost like a blockade.

‘Adrian?’

‘Stay quiet for a moment…please.’

His eyes scan the group as they advance, his gaze unyielding. Once he is sure that there are no more, he turns to Amy, removing his arm from in front of her. He cautiously bends down, retrieving the jagged branch from the ashen floor.

‘If you don’t feel like using your hands today…’ he tosses the branch back to her; she catches it mid-air, turning it over in her palms, ‘you can always stab it.’

‘What about you?’

‘Me?’ He glances down at his hands, which have since balled into fists, ‘I’ve got my weapon of choice right here.’

The pair watch them for a couple of seconds, but as the ferals draw nearer, Adrian turns his attention back to Amy, completely unfazed by the scene in front of him. He reaches up to adjust his tie, greeting her with an excitable grin.

‘So… who’s going first?’

#playchoices #choices bb #bloodbound #fanfic request #adrian raines #adrian x mc #angst/fluff prompt list ask

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det-nicrogers · 4 years ago

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( elizabeth olsen, 29, female, she/her) NICOLETTE “NIC” ROGERS! we’re so happy you’re here. you’ve been her for ONE YEAR, working as a DETECTIVE, right? yeah, everyone’s already told us all about you. they said your very STUBBORN, LOYAL, and SNARKY. which we think is just awesome. of course they told us that you remind them of LEATHER JACKETS, HIKING IN CHACOS and CHICAGO SPORTS TEAMS and LIPSTICK WONDER WOMAN by TYLER BRYANT AND THE SHAKEDOWN. so we feel like we already know you so well. we can’t wait to get to know you better.

(tw: death, gun violence, parent leaving/broken home)

B A C K S T O R Y

born & raised in good ol’ chi town–never left, at least not for long. loves it here immensely, couldn’t imagine going anywhere else. mom was a clerk at a local publishing house and dad worked in construction after he finished his tour of duty as an army man. her older brother was a detective in the chicago police department, but more on him later.

mother ran out on the family when nic was eight for her boss, head of the publishing company that she worked for. didn’t even bother to say goodbye–just up and left without a word. her dad was heartbroken and left to support his two kids alone, something he was not prepared for.

see, her dad always wanted sons not daughters, so nic’s surprise arrival was nothing short of a nightmare for him. of course he loved his daughter, but he didn’t have any sisters of his own and had never grown up around women. so he kind of, pushed her into more stereotypical masculine things, as a way for him to not have to worry about raising her any differently. sure there were moments of pure panic for him (hello, time of the month) but he seemed to be pleased with himself.

meanwhile, nic could tell that she was definitely the least favorite child. her brother was always the golden boy and her father spend exponentially more time with him than he ever did with her. however, that didn’t mean that her brother and her didn’t have a good relationship.

nic was often teased growing up because she didn’t have a mom and came from a lower ses part of town. so her brother became her closest friend and she adored him. she looked up to him, tried to be like him. she thought she might get her father to love her if she succeeded.

but the difference was that everyone liked her brother–he was calm, organized and confident. nic, on the other hand, was plucky and sassy and seemed to crave chaos in a way her brother never did. she wouldn’t ever be like him, and it kind of broke her heart to know her father would never be proud of her. so she did her own thing, made a life for herself that wasn’t always emulating her older brother. she was determined to get her life right, the way she was convinced her dad hadn’t.

however, she and her brother were still very close and they’d often have a meal together at least once a week. he’d regale her with stories of his time at the department, and she–working as a beat cop on a completely different schedule–enjoyed giving him a hard time about what he could have or should have done. it was a rather happy time in her life–one she enjoyed for many reasons.

(tw: death, gun violence) but, y’know, life isn’t happy for long. on a cool spring evening, her brother was walking home from weekly dinner with nic. he had taken a longer route than usual because he wanted to enjoy the finally warmer air of the city. as he made his way home, he heard rustling in an alleyway and assumed it as a cat stuck in a cardboard box–turns out it as not, and with a flash of light and a louder bang, her brother was no longer with us.

when nic found out, she was distraught. broken. her whole world felt shattered and the person she needed the most–her husband–had decided to go off and sleep with some other woman, leaving her even more devastated. so nic’s life had kinda crashed and burned in one fell swoop.

the only reasonable thing to do is, of course, honor her brother by becoming a detective …except her father is none too pleased with this idea and, in one of their famous fights, tells her that “girls can’t do that job.” turns out, that is not what you say to a stubborn, grieving woman because that just makes her do it more. truly though, her father was just terrified he’d lose her too but once again, he wasn’t good with his emotions and couldn’t express that.

so nic became detective nicolette rogers to honor her brother. her new role gave her the seperation she needed from the pain of both losing her father and brother and, perhaps for the first time in her life, finally flt.

H E A D C A N N O N S

important note: nicolette never goes by her full name–it’s nic or anything else, but never, ever nicolette.

she is the biggest fan of chicago sports–catch her cheering for the cubbies all day long. and don’t forget da bears.

her last meal would include: a chicago dog from wrigley field with a baja blast and white cheddar popcorn. and probably a slice of cheesecake for desert.

nic loves helping people–it is why she originally started working in the police force to begin with. even now, as a detective, she goes does the youth education program, going into schools and doing workshops for the students in the local school districts (think detective jj bittenbinder but…significantly less creepy).

her favorite show is–yes, cliche but she’s ok with that–brooklyn 99 and she absolutely adores amy santiago.

she rides a motorbike mostly because she likes the wind waving in her hair.

but don’t get her confused–she’s the biggest dork you’ll ever met, loves people and adores babies, and will help literally anyone who asks. her hearts a little…shredded at the moment but she does her best to be good.

P L O T S

Best/Close Friends

Childhood Friends

Police Force Buds

Police Force…Enemies????

Flings

idk im always down for plots leggo

#[[just a girl; headcannons]]#nicolette rogers; intro #denv.intro

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duker42 · 5 years ago

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Hello 👋🏻 Could I ask for a oneshot where Erwin and Levi were looking at their s/o(s) in the Mess Hall and Erwin talked about his great idea to have foursome to Levi? When the games started, Erwin asked his s/o and Levi’s s/o to have a lil makeout and use double ended dildo. It’s a mess yet hot night 🔥💦💦💦

The thirst is real!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Commander Erwin is a kinky bastard. Lol

*****WARNING*****NSFW

💜Wild Night💜

Levi watched Y/N laugh with Amy and lightly push her. The other woman pushed back and then hugged Y/N.

He turned back to look at Erwin who was also watching his lover and Y/N play around as they chatted and ate their evening meal. “Do you really think they would go for it?” He asked dryly. “I don’t feel like getting my balls cut off in my sleep.”

Erwin chuckled and answered, his voice sounded sure. “I think they absolutely would do it.”

Levi had his doubts. He wasn’t so sure that Amy and Y/N would want to have a foursome. He knew that Erwin had long since fantasized about having a group session, he had no doubt that his friend wanted Y/N, he would be crazy not to. And Levi couldn’t deny that Amy was just as sexy as Y/N. Given permission, he wouldn’t hesitate to play with the girl, as long as Y/N was there and completely okay with it. Plus the idea of watching Erwin fuck Y/N had it’s own unique appeal.

He frowned as he tried to take his mind off of the subject, his cock starting to swell and he wanted to be able to walk out of the Mess Hall soon without embarrassing himself.

“So what, you’re just going to call them to your office and ask if they want to have an orgy?” Levi snorted, imagining the look on the girl’s faces if he did.

Levi’s mouth dropped open with Erwin turned to him with a wicked grin. “That’s a great idea.”

~~~~~

“Okay, so I know why Erwin called you to his office this late, but what do you think he wants with me?” Y/N asked as they stopped in front of the Commander’s office.

Amy shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t know, maybe drinks? I saw him leave with Levi.”

“Oh, okay then.” Y/N felt marginally better about being ordered to Erwin’s office. He probably had just asked his cadet to tell them to come because he and Levi were busy working on a report but wanted to relax afterwards with a drink with friends.

Opening the door, Amy entered without knocking, reminding Y/N so much of herself when she barged into Levi’s office unannounced. Erwin look up and smiled, just like Levi always did. She spotted her lover leaning against the wall, in a corner.

“What are you doing over there?” Y/N asked, throwing him a smile.

“Staying out of the line of fire, brat.” Levi answered, wry twist to his lips.

Confused, Y/N looked back to see Erwin glaring at Levi and the clearing his face to motion for the women to sit. She was a bit nervous when Erwin walked out from behind his desk to prop agains the front of it as he smiled down at the pair of them.

“Ladies, I know you are probably confused as why I called you here.” Both nodded and Erwin continued. “Levi and I...”

“Fuck no, eyebrows....Levi and I, shit. This is all you.” Levi interrupted from the corner.

“Yes.” Erwin threw another glare at the short raven haired man. “I wanted to propose something to the both of you. I want the four of us to spend the night together.”

Y/N’s eyes shot over to Levi in the corner. His face was impassive as he lounged with his arms crossed, most would think him uninterested in the conversation. Y/N however, could see the question in his eyes, the excitement as he nodded slightly at her. She knew that it was her choice, but that Levi was more than fine with it.

Amy was staring at Erwin in shock, as he waited for their answer. Y/N leaned over and whispered into her friends ear “You will get to fuck Levi. I’m okay with that. Are you okay with me and Erwin?”

Amy turned to look at Y/N, searching her face to make sure she wasn’t lying. Y/N had known from the start that Amy had thought Levi attractive, just like Y/N thought of Erwin. They had spent too many nights in the Cadet barracks talking about their respective crushes and what they would do to them for it not to be obvious. Once in relationships with the men, they had each discussed in detail their men’s prowess in bed, to the delight of each other.

They each turned back to the Commander at the same time and turned dazzling smiles on. “Sure.”

~~~~~

Erwin and Levi both looked like little boy’s getting their first view of the presents under the Christmas tree. They were each sitting on the floor, on either side of the mattress that Levi had quickly ripped off of Erwin’s bed and brought out to the more spacious office.

“Amy, Y/N, would you two make out and strip each other for us, please?” Erwin asked, his voice already laced with desire.

It would have been funny how fast both men had torn their clothes off, if it weren’t so damn sexy how eager each one was. They were already hard, their erections pressing ardently against their stomachs as they leaned forward.

Y/N hadn’t missed Amy’s appreciative glance at Levi’s cock, where she would freely admit she spent a long hungry moment taking in the small details of Erwin’s length.

She turned back to the other girl and murmured “Takes us back to the Cadet days, doesn’t it?”

She heard Erwin say something, but she ignored it as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Amy’s. Kneeling on the mattress together, Y/N wasted no time in stripping the taller girl’s jacket off and throwing it to Levi. Their lips still meshing, Y/N ran her tongue across the lips, and Amy responded by thrusting her own tongue into Y/N’s mouth.

The men groaned in unison as they watched their lovers kiss each other. It hadn’t slipped by either on of the them what Y/N had said. This apparently wasn’t something new for them, a discovery that made both men throb at the idea of their women being together.

They teased and nipped and sucked at each other’s lips as they removed the layers in between them. When they were both bare, Amy took the lead and lean down to capture Y/N’s nipple in her mouth and give it a harsh pull. She gasped and closed her eyes as her friends tongue moved over the peak as she sucked. Her hands were ripping apart the neat braid Amy always wore in hair in as she held her in place.

Both men moved, over to the other’s lover and slipped a hand in between the thighs that were unexplored by their hands. Everyone groaned as each man slipped a finger into the tight passages of their lover’s friend.

Erwin’s finger was large, insistently probing as he pumped it in and out, hooking it into Y/N’s core. Y/N knew Amy was enjoying Levi’s nimble fingers as she bit down slightly on her nipple. Y/N leaned over Amy and locked lips with Levi as Erwin finger fucked her before turning and capturing the lips of her Commander, thrusting her tongue boldly inside his mouth.

Erwin’s hand stuttered as he fought for control at Y/N’s move. Her tongue swept into his mouth and tangled with his own tongue, causing a bolt of heat to run through his large body.

He broke away and stood, leaving for a moment to go into his bedroom. When he came out, Levi looked over and saw what he was carrying. “I always knew you were a kinky bastard.” He chuckled, his hand still steadily pumping in to Amy’s wet pussy.

Erwin held a double ended dildo in his hands. The long appendage made Y/N laugh at his obvious planning of this entire situation. Amy pulled away from Y/N to huff and roll her eyes at her lover.

Y/N looked at Levi, who’s eyes flashed dark with desire. She gave both men a sultry look as she got on all fours and wiggled her ass towards the Commander.

“Fuck....” The blonde man breathed as he caught sight of her exposed lips beneath the curve of her ass. He opened the little bottle of lube that he had bought with it and applied some to each end.

Moving over to Y/N, he rubbed the tip of the dildo over her slit, making her moan as he slowly pushed the length into her passage. She rocked back on it, taking it farther into her as Amy pulled away from Levi and positioned herself right behind her, her facing the opposite direction. Erwin repeated the process and stepped back.

The women were connected by the dildo, their pussy stretched by the fake cock. Slowly Y/N began to move, pulling herself forward and pushing back against the constant pressure Amy supplied. They worked in tandem as Amy began to move, one pulling off as the other pushed onto the dildo, fucking themselves on it.

Levi and Erwin watched the girls move, each swearing they had never seen anything hotter in their lives. It wasn’t too many minutes of watching the girls move and moan as they filled themselves that Levi was ready to move, to feel.

He moved over to Amy, giving her a wet kiss before straightening up and pressing his cock to her soft lips. Erwin watched as his lover took his friends cock deep into her mouth as he stared on, his own cock screaming for attention.

Erwin settled in front of Y/N and brought her face up to look at him with a hand. The lust and desire shining in her eyes made him shudder as she eagerly grasped his cock in a fist and slowly licked the tip while staring into his icy blue orbs.

The moans and slurps as thrusts were made and shafts swallowed filled the room. Y/N and Amy were close to orgasm, their bodies starting to tremble from the constant rocking of the dildo into their pussies by the other girl.

Unable to take any more, Y/N pulled off first and launched herself onto Erwin, toppling him back on the mattress. She heard Amy cry out in surprise as she straddled the Commander and quickly sank down on his cock, groaning in pleasure as the throbbing flesh now filling her.

Looking back, she saw Levi flip Amy around and pushed into her, tossing the dildo to the side as he started fucking her from behind. She pulled Erwin up and whispered in his ear. “Watch, watch Levi fuck Amy. His cock is pumping into her hard and he’s going to make her scream.” She felt him shudder as his own thrusts got harder.

Levi watched as Y/N rode Erwin, his cock disappearing into her body with every thrust on his part and rotation of her hips. He concentrated on the feeling of Amy contracting around him, her orgasm so close. He yanked her hair, pulling her upright as he continued to thrust into her core. “Watch Y/N ride Erwin. My lover fucking your lover as I have my cock buried in you.You like watching them fuck while we fuck? I do.”

His words drove Amy over the edge, her cried out and her body clenched around Levi as her reached up and pinched a nipple, adding to her pleasure as she came all over his cock, her juices coating him as he groaned into her neck. His eyes on Y/N’s ass and Erwin’s cock, he felt his body tighten as his own release rushed over him. Grunting harshly, his hips pushed hard against her as he pumped Amy full of his cum. His thrusts slowed, riding out their orgasms as they continued to watch their lovers.

Y/N was right there, so close to jumping off the cliff into the abyss of pleasure. She heard Levi and Amy cum behind her. Erwin drove himself into her again, hitting perfectly as he pushed her down harder onto his cock. She moved her hips against him, riding him. She felt him stiffen and his cock started pulsing as he came with a shout. The pressure of his cum shooting into her pushed her over the edge.

Throwing her head back her moan filled the room as she tightened around him. She felt his arms tighten around her as she shook from the force of her orgasm. Everyone was panting as she finished, the overwhelming heat and energy of the room

They broke apart and each drifted over to their own partner, locking lips with them in a passionate kiss. Levi and Y/N held onto one another as they watched Amy and Erwin embrace. Looking back the other couple caught their eyes and everyone started grinning drunkenly. It was a wild night for all.

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bobasheebaby · 5 years ago

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100 Boy Meets World Prompts

Cory

1 “And I just want to ask one thing: What's this?” “No, NAME, we were just --“ “Undapants!”

2 “They want you to take the rolls!”

3 “Please pay at the register, honey. And tipping is not a city in China.”

4 “NAME, you're trying to seduce me.”

5 “No, I don't get hit by a bus.” “Why not?” “Because I use the crosswalks, I memorize the bus schedules, and if I've got a husband/wife like NAME, I ain't leavin' the house.”

6 “NAME, just face it, you're afraid to make a commitment.” “I'm not afraid to make a commit -- I've been with NAME for fifteen years!” “Ah, they've been good years.”

7 “Wait, is this you or NAME talking?” “He/She decided we're one person.”

8 “This is raw, hot, unfiltered passion, and that kiss opened the gates.” “There are no gates.” “Oh, there's gates.”

9 “You were one of those kids that enjoy getting spanked, weren't you?” “I always deserved it.”

10 “But I've never failed before.” “There's a first time for everything.” “That argument doesn't get you anywhere with him/her.”

11 “You're not my father/mother, NAME.” “If I were your father/mother, I'd spank you, NAME. Because that's what you deserve. A big spanking! Now take down your pants.

12 “How could you possibly get into this much trouble in one day?” “It didn't take me the whole day.”

13 “It's us against him/her. Living on the edge, babe.” “I like when you call me babe.”

14 “Maybe I'm dreaming. Pinch me! ... Not on the butt.” “Sorry, it was just right there.”

15 “Gee, NAME, I'm looking around the room trying to see if anyone asked your opinion. I don't see anyone. Is anyone? No?”

16 “Did you hear how I referred to myself in the third person for emphasis?” “I thought that was a nice touch.” “NAME did too.”

17 “Finally someone understands my particular genuis.”

18 “First of all, there is a Whipped Magazine. I didn't subscribe; somehow they found me.”

19 “You know, you're a very sexy boy/girl, NAME.” “Really? I'm a sexy boy/girl. Thanks. I can't wait to tell NAME.”

20 “I'm in! Those idiots let me in.”

21 “Well I am shocked and dismayed.” “Well now you can't be both. You be shocked, I'll be dismayed.”

22 “Wear something of mine. What do you want, a jacket or a hat?” “A jacket. I'm very prone to hat head. Sometimes I get it without even wearing a hat.”

23 “So how was your weekend?” “Ah, one of the all time greats. I slept in, I watched TV, I played video games. And Sunday I took it easy.”

24 “I'm supposed to see other people. You're supposed to wait until I die.”

25 “This is so great. I wish NAME was here.”

Shawn

26 “Use a mirror, babe.”

27 “You know, NAME, NAME said something interesting before that got me thinking.” “Wait a minute. NAME got you thinking?” “He/She seemed well rested.”

28 “You listened to NAME.” “Oh my God, I listened to NAME.”

29 “I mean, NAME, you're much cooler than I am. At least I thought you were.” “Trust me, I am.”

30 “Hey, if I had things my way, NAME would walk in the day after the honeymoon and have the whole thing annulled.”

31 “You know, I'd give up on them but I don't think they'd notice.” “What?”

32 “He’s/She's your ex. Let me spell that for you, X.”

33 “Please get out and don't ever come back.”

34 “Yeah, so it's like you're a couple and we're a couple, and we're exactly the same except that --“ “You're married and we're happy.”

35 “Well what kind of stupid thing was it for you to care whether I put you back together again? What are you, Humpty Dumpty?”

36 “I hate myself.” “You're not alone.”

37 “NAME, his/her lover.” “Oh, very tasteful honey. Did you hear that, NAME?” “NAME, his/her lover.” “Oh, shut up Yoko.”

38 “You're a disgrace to the entire back row.”

39 “You don't think I'm a geek?” “Of course not.” “You think I'm cool?” “Of course not.”

40 “You're thinking too much. Do what I do, don't think.”

41 “You sure that's three cheeses? Because I only see two. Where's the Gouda, pal?”

42 “Don't move. Maybe he/she doesn't see us.

43 “Oh, man, I gotta do something now. Think.” “You gotta think, NAME.” “Ow.” “Thinking cramp?” “Yeah.” “I get those, too.”

44 “Look, NAME, I've been doing some thinking. Ow!”

45 “We have to come up with a plan.” “You know that's so crazy it just may work.” “What may work?” “The plan.” “I didn't tell you what it was.” “That way they can't get it out of me.” “Get what out of you?” “Nice try.”

Topanga

46 “We've waited for this moment all our lives. What are you thinking?” “I can't believe NAME’s not here.” “I love you too.”

47 “NAME!” “Oh, no.” “Oh, don't you run away from me, you old goat.”

48 “NAME. My dear little butt-head. May I call you butt-head?” “Sure.”

49 “I don't want to offend any one and my family's feelings are the most important thing to me. But if she thought I was getting married in that freaking monstrosity, she must have been hitting the sauce.”

50 “Have you looked at him/her?” “Okay, so he’s/she's pretty, he’s/she's tall, he/she drives a new red convertible. Oh heck, I'd go out with him/her.”

51 “NAME, you transparent moron. If you sigh one more time, I'm going to give you something to sigh about.”

52 “You know I could take you.” “You don't want to dance with me, boy/girl.” “You don't see me running, do you?” “Bring it on, NAME.” “It's on.”

53 “That's it. That's it, I've had it! I don't want to put the Sweet & Lo in my purse.”

Eric

54 “Hey, little bro/sis. Life's tough, get a helmet.”

55 “So I said to myself, NOT THEIR NAME --“ “NOT THEIR NAME?” “That's what I call myself.”

56 “I'll do it. I'm the oldest.” “Actually, I'm the oldest.” “Yeah, but I've lived the longest.”

57 “I don't know what's going to happen to me. But I know I'm gonna be a good person who cares about people. And I blame you for that.”

58 “I sort of thought you guys would keep my room the way it is.” “Actually, NICKNAME, for that I think you have to be unexpectedly killed by a truck or something.”

59 “What are you going to do when your hair grows back?” “It's not going to grow back. I got my receipt!”

60 “I'm dead.” “I'm dead.” “I'll get as sick as you can get without actually dying.”

61 “NAME, one word: You're with me.”

62 “NAME, I think he’s/she's a witch. And not a good witch like Glinda, a bad witch like with the monkeys.”

63 “NAME, what are you doing to me? We had a deal. You and FRIEND are so perfect for each other you should be married!” “I'm not ready.”

64 “Oh, look at that. You wobble like a weeble!”

65 “Don't you see what you're going through? This is your middle east crisis.” “Middle age crisis.”

66 “Of all the nights to fight, I mean Halloween, this is the one holiday that's supposed to bring loved ones together.”

67 “How can I let it go when it haunts my very thought?”

68 “By the way, that last paper you wrote, I couldn't stop thinking about it.” “That's because it was smut! ‘My lips quivered.’ -- it was filth. It was screamy filth.”

69 “You can't do that, NAME.” “Why are you calling me NAME?” “Because that's your human name.”

70 “Stay out of this, NAME, it's a one man/woman mission. ... Will you help me?”

Mr. Feeny

71 “Don't you mean ‘do well’?” “No, I mean do good.”

72 “You are the worst babysitter that ever lived.” “And your children are the spawn of Satan.”

73 “I was expecting you. Today, tomorrow, yesterday. It was only a matter of time.”

74 “How are we supposed to get home?” “Wait 'til it's dark. Then run, very quickly.”

75 “You're still moving away? Ah, for the love of Mike, stop with the mind games, man.” “You know this is the reason I can't sell my house.”

76 “I know my man/woman.” “It's like we have one brain.” “Yes, well. That's too easy.”

77 “Ho, ho. Is that the stupid idea train coming 'round the bend?”

78 “Oh, I think you're much more stupid than you give yourselves credit for.”

79 “Well, since you're not set on a name for the baby, I, myself, have always been partial to THEIR NAME.”

80 “I'm not responsible for Dream THEIR NAME!”

81 “For years I've seen you give advice to everybody, but never me. Why is that?!” “You don't ask.”

82 “The guy on our couch eating our beer nuts.” “Mmm, nutty.”

83 “Wait a minute. Maybe we should all just think for a second.” “No, NAME and I tried that. It doesn't work.”

Jack

84 “You don't know what it's like to live here, man. You don't.” “Why do you stay?” “Because ... he’s/she's my friend. Because I like him/her. And no matter what crazy things he/she says or does, I still like him/her. God help me I still like him/her.”

85 “You know, NAME, I'm having trouble opening this jar.” “That's because it's a can.”

86 “I can't be poor. I'm too good looking to be poor.”

87 “I would never pay for that shirt.”

88 “He's/She’s too passive. He/She needs to voice his/her opinions more.” “Ooh, NAME, what do you think about that?” “I don't know.”

Angela

89 “You guys are our closest friends, but we are sick and tired of you!”

90 “Because I'd rather give him/her attention for acting normal.” “Oh, honey. We know that's never going to happen.”

91 “Let me ask you this, in all the time you were with NAME, did he ever call out the name S/O NAME?” “No, but he called out the name PERSON ANAME.” “In what context?”

92 “No, I was just a little surprised seeing you here, eating my food, which is mine.” — Rachel

Alan

93 “It's quarter after three. Only creeps and wierdos are up now.” [person c enters]

94 “Anything happens to NAME, I'll kill you.” “You like him/her better than me.” [person a nods]

95 “I have an incomplete future.” “Of course you have an incomplete future. The future's always incomplete. When it's complete, people tend to call it the past.”

96 “You chose FRIEND over your own flesh and blood? You're dead to me.”

Amy

97 “I don't like it when you call him/her an idiot, NAME.” “I didn't call him/her anything.” “Oh, well I guess I must have thought it in my head.”

98 “NAME, we used you as a decoy. We knew you'd be stupid so we used it against you.”

99 “What happened? I used to be good.” “NAME, I say this with love and respect. You were never good.”

100 “We're just asking you to get us off the hook.” “No. This is your hook, you're going to hang there like the worms you are.”

#boy meets world prompts #boy meets world quotes #cory matthews #shawn hunter #eric mattews #topanga lawrence #george feeny #writing prompts #drabble prompts #dialogue prompts #quaratine sucks and making these keeps my mind busy #i live in covid 19 hell #i love the feeny call #fee hee hee hee heenay

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alediazpizarro · 4 years ago

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Senior Soundtrack

Music is a love language. Lo he tuiteado, lo he dicho, y —con ustedes— lo he vivido. Parte de mis 7 años en ASF ha sido la música que he compartido: canciones que son intereses en común, recomendaciones, o hasta tracks de obras de teatro que nunca voy a borrar de mi memoria. After all, de eso se trata la música en parte: de acordarse. Y sepan que cada vez que oiga una de las canciones en esta lista, va junto con su recuerdo. A todos ustedes, de todo corazón, gracias. No sé que sería de mi vida sin ustedes.

Les dejo la playlist que construyeron conmigo, whether you knew it or not, de 2014 para acá.

PS: si no aparece su nombre en esta lista de canciones, lo único que quiere decir es que we have yet to share a song. Los adoro a todos.

Abarca

Burn · Lin Manuel Miranda You have the voice of an angel, and every time I think of this song I no longer hear it in Philippa Soo’s voice, but in yours.

Tuyo · Rodrigo Amarante Dancing Kermit.

Alexander

"Eungenio” Salvador Dalí · Mecano We love the music, hate the lyrics.

Na Na Na · My Chemical Romance Debate bus trips. Blasting it from the backseat, with Nesquik and cold pasta at hand.

I’m Not Okay · My Chemical Romance “¿Estos son los Rolling Stones?”

Being Alive · Stephen Sondheim Life’s dream: be Bobby. Not literally. That would suck.

If I Could Tell Her · Benj Pasek & Justin Paul You once said this is the song you would dedicate to me. Though I think we’ve grown past that, I will always remember how warm it made me feel when you said it.

Ana

Isle of Flightless Birds · Twenty One Pilots Ya sé que me odias, pero DARARAAAARAAA

I’m Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket · Pierce The Veil El concierto que más he disfrutado en mi vida (and that’s saying a lot), y parte de por qué fue porque fui contigo. Lloramos en esta canción y en el video que grabé con mi horrible teléfono se oye lo feo que cantamos.

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea · Neutral Milk Hotel De un Tiktok (de miles) que me mandaste pero de los pocos que sí abrí.

Numb · Linkin Park WAWAWAWAWAWA

Anna

Fashionista · Jimmy James Really obscure pre-middle school memory, pero every time it gets stuck in my head me acuerdo de ver el lyrics video en el ballet y la miss Celia regañándonos.

Ari

Life Itself · Glass Animals It slaps. Plus, concert.

Remember When · Wallows My favorite song in my “Drive” playlist, cada vez que sale I remember sitting in the backseat of your dad’s car and you turning the volume up so we could drive over the Reforma speed limit with this blasting.

The Cave of Two Lovers · That LSD guy from Avatar SECRET TUNNEL!!!!!!!! SECRET TUNNEL!!!! THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN!!!! SECRET SECRET SECRET SECRET TUNNEEEEEEEL!!!! (No Spotify version, so here’s the surf rock cover.)

Covarrubias

Toxic · A Static Lullaby Flashbacks a clase de Ms. Miranda en 7º.

Back to Black · Amy Winehouse No puedo oír esta canción sin acordarme de tu audición para Grease. Rizzo could-have-been?

Diana

The Adults Are Talking · The Strokes Es chill yet vaguely nostalgic Diana vibes to the max.

Stuck on the Puzzle · Alex Turner Thank you for liking Alex Turner. :`)

Dark Red · Steve Lacy Memorias de una tarde que pasamos armando Repentinos con una mini guillotina y pláticas de Dinamarca.

Diego

Thinking of a Place · The War on Drugs La primera que me recomendaste, y la mejor para manejar de noche.

Vissi d’Arte · Giacomo Puccini No creo que hubiera visto Tosca si no me la hubieras recomendado. Qué bueno que lo hiciste, porque esta aria se volvió de mis favoritas.

Money · Pink Floyd Alguna vez jugamos music trivia en el salón de Stearns y me acuerdo de que yo todavía no la ubicaba pero tú la adivinaste sin problema. Years later, eres la persona que sé que le gusta Pink Floyd tanto como a mí. Lástima de Roger. :(

Layla · Derek & The Dominoes Este año tuve un classic rock renaissance que empezó, you guessed it, cuando me recomendaste esta. Clapton no falla.

Klavierkonzert Nr. 21, No. 2 “Andante” · Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart También me hiciste escuchar mucha más música clásica de la que conocía, y aprendí a disfrutarla. Esta sigue siendo mi favorita.

Sara · Fleetwood Mac De las pocas de Fleetwood Mac que no conocía pero que me recomendaste en uno de esos exchanges a las 12 am y que oí con audífonos in the dark.

Resguardum Ether · León Larregui También de las pocas de este cuate que nunca había oído pero que se volvió de mis favoritas.

Fer

Good Life · OneRepublic Buenas vibes.

Can’t Fight This Feeling · REO Speedwagon Horton --> improvised conciertos en el baño.

What the Heck I Gotta Do · Lin Manuel Miranda Más conciertos de regadera/vestidor en lo que nos arreglamos juntas.

Beth · KISS El club Glee y el karaoke en el Wii.

Miss Jackson · Panic! At The Disco No lo vas a admitir, pero te gusta mi música y lo sabes. Anytime que dudas, sólo es cuestión de ponerte esta.

The Man · The Killers Nada como nuestros buenos trips manejando de noche.

Fernando

The Bad Touch · Bloodhound Gang You and me, baby, we ain’t nothing but mammals...

EugeRiq

This Life · Vampire Weekend Siempre que la oigo pienso en ti.

I Wear Glasses · Mating Ritual Me la recomendaste en alguna de mis countless Close Friends stories.

Jose

I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) · The Proclaimers Picture it: a gaggle of eight or so kids marching around Cumbres de Santa Fe loudly screaming this in a terrible Scottish accent after watching a horror movie.

Somebody Else · Clones of Clones A bop!

Ocean Man · Ween I will only say four words: Lord of the Flies.

Lauro

Desencuentro · Residente ft. Soko Clases de Domínguez contigo were always lovely. Plus, who could forget the iconic “NO HAY SEÑAL”?

I Don’t Know How to Love · The Drums Otra de cuando we were still developing our own music tastes.

Luz

Papaoutai · Stromae De cuando estábamos haciendo Haiti research and really wanted to get into the francophone mindset.

Moonlight Sonata · Ludwig Van Beethoven Those Knowledge Bowl kids never saw it coming.

Beware of the Boys (Mundian To Bach Ke) · Panjabi MC Memoria tangible de Vancouver: cuando pusiste esta en el restaurante indio al que fuimos.

Madison

I Know Things Now · Stephen Sondheim No sé cuántas veces me ayudaste a ensayar esta canción. Me ayudaste muchísimo todo Into the Woods, y desde ahí en 6º sé que te tengo como amiga.

Mare

Rumour Has It · Adele ¿Te acuerdas del proyecto que hicimos de Mr. Kamm en 7º estilo “fleas on rats”? Literal después de que usamos esta canción ya no puedo cantar las lyrics de la original.

Mariana

Bitter Sweet Symphony · The Verve La oíamos dizque “para concentrarnos” en el salón de Austin.

Pas de Quatre from Swan Lake · Piotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky De cuando te fui a ver bailar ballet con Fran. :)

Tú y Yo Somos Uno Mismo · Timbiriche EL SOL

Manu

Fly Away · Laid Back The moment you played this at Montero’s party you literally made everyone be vibing. It’s like the Fairy Godmother of Chill. That was also the day you stopped being “Manu from TEDx” and were just “Manu” there on. Probably ‘cause you appreciated my ability to drive a stick. :`)

MDRH

Choke · I Don’t Know How But They Found Me I wouldn’t like this Dallon spinoff as much as I do without you. It’s like emo, but evolved, mature— like you. In a good, compliment-y way.

Oceans · Frank Iero Remember when we were gonna see him in concert? :( Thanks for being the only person with whom I can enjoy weird throaty emo screamy shit. At least the guitar is good.

House of Wolves · My Chemical Romance Something about the aggressive guitar and fast pace of this song has always reminded me of you.

Mich

Tear in my Heart · Twenty One Pilots Your Koreaboo initiation before you even knew it.

The Kids Aren’t Alright · Fall Out Boy Remember the lyrics from this I wrote as a dedication in your eighth grade yearbook? I meant them.

I Write Sins Not Tragedies · Panic! At The Disco I CHIME IN—

She’s My Winona · Fall Out Boy Something about Folie à Deux, and especially about this song, always carries a you vibe.

Perfect · Simple Plan From when you got angsty and Montes called you out on it. Then it became a bit of a joke.

One of THOSE Nights · The Cab Back in seventh grade, this was the most ambitious crossover ever attempted.

Montse

I Want To Hold Your Hand · The Beatles De cuando saturamos la rockola del Johnny Rocket’s con 15 canciones y pensaron que no servía. But we knew. Plus, a really fun Snapchat video de nosotras bajando las escaleras a tambos y aplausos con esta canción.

Something · The Beatles Too bad Eric Clapton stole George Harrison’s wife.

I Am the Walrus · The Beatles Want to feel what it’s like to do acid without actually doing it? Play this song on Rock Band!

Don’t You (Forget About Me) · Simple Minds De la única pijamada que me han dejado hacer, donde vimos tu película favorita. An unforgettable night with an unforgettable person.

Pato

Hit the Back · King Princess The best experience of my life was one I’m glad I shared with you. Still want to murder those Rock Lobster loiterers though— blocked us from KP. >:(

Just the Same · Bruno Major I had never heard of him, but to be next to you enjoying him, with our KP t-shirts in my bag and just-refilled water bottles, was one of the highlights of my night.

The Louvre · Lorde Remember when we played Melodrama in your bedroom? This is the song that I feel best captivates that: shoes on the floor, laying softly on the bed, sunlight streaming in through the window, the vinyl spinning, and a general feeling of levity.

No You Girls · Franz Ferdinand Friendly reminder of literally the worst physical experience of our lives. :))))

The Other Side of Paradise · Glass Animals The first GA song I ever showed you, which is a nice chain thing because it’s the first GA song I ever listened to that Jordan showed me. And a birthday vinyl we played in your room.

Romina

The Only Thing · Sufjan Stevens This entire album is your personality. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.

Futile Devices · Sufjan Stevens Same as above. It’s not your fault you’re a Sufjan Suf-stan. But every time I listen to Sufjan I remember you playing him at the Open Mic. That’s a very nice feeling.

Mama · My Chemical Romance Indisputably goes HARD and hey what are mommy issues without a little angst/general gender confusion?

Sam

Goodie Bag · Still Woozy El día del college fair que estuvimos juntas al principio y conocimos a la USC rep que nos cagó traías tu camisa de Still Woozy. Since then, el grupo me recuerda a ti.

Vale

Heart of Glass · Miley Cyrus Tú viviste esta out-of-body transcendental experience al mismo tiempo que yo, el día de mi cena.

Don’t Stop · Fleetwood Mac Espero que ya te guste Rumours completo. :)

Yuhis

Chiquitita · ABBA I didn’t know you could sing. After listening to you sing this one (and almost crying), I wondered why you didn’t do it more often.

Beauty School Dropout · Frankie Avalon I am sorry pero literal I can only think of this song in your voice. Iconic!

Gracias por todo. Los quiero. Los voy a extrañar.

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porkchop-ao3 · 5 years ago

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A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 41)

Galerie Laurent

Arthur and reader decide to make the most of the spare time before the bank job. They spend some time with a very interesting Frenchman, and bump into another familiar face too... there’s some mild nsft in this chapter, but nothing major. This chapter is also a little longer than usual. Enjoy!

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

Arthur came up to me while I was hanging up some washing to dry; he looked slightly nervous. Well, not nervous, but he was acting a little strange, not quite his usual self. I wondered if it had something to do with the upcoming bank job, but then he started asking me about my chores, if I had many to do that day. I had a fair amount of clothes left to wash, then there were some dishes from the previous day that no one had cleaned yet; I told him that. A little crestfallen, he'd asked if it could wait.

"Why? Arthur, what're you up to?" I asked, slightly amused. He chuckled quietly, dodging eye contact and looking elsewhere.

"I was wondering, I got all day free. We're doing that bank tomorrow, but today…" he began, licked his lips to wet them, "I wanted to ask you out somewhere, thought it would be nice if we did something together while things are still relatively calm."

I paused, a smile blooming on my face. "Well, what did you have in mind?"

"I uh, I know a feller. Met him in the city, real interesting character he is," he explained, going to lean against one of the posts holding up the canvas shelter we were under, though it shifted and he abruptly straightened back up, "anyway, he's an artist. Charles Châtenay. He's got a show on at the gallery, thought maybe you'd like to go with me. Might be our last chance to go to the city for a while."

"Like a date, at the gallery?" I grinned, my heart rate quickening.

"Uh, a date. Yeah, I suppose it is," his mouth turned up at the corner and the colour in his cheeks wasn't dissipating. "We ain't done nothing like this, really, have we?"

I shook my head. "I'd love to, though."

"Miss Grimshaw won't mind me taking you away from your chores, will she?"

I snorted. "I don't care either way, I'll get 'em done at some point. But I ain't passing this up for nobody. What shall I wear? I gotta get changed!"

"Anything, you always look pretty to me," he shrugged. Arthur himself was dressed a little smarter than usual in his vest and good trousers; without stains or tears. He also had a little pomade in his hair, I noticed.

I simpered at his flattery. "I'll put something nice on, give me ten minutes," I held a finger up to him and ran off towards the house.

I put on some of the nicer clothes that I'd acquired over time; a lavender coloured walking suit with a pretty black trim, and a heavily ruffled shirtwaist underneath. I braided my hair, too, made it look as presentable as I could without the help of the girls, then hurried downstairs to meet Arthur by the horses.

We were discreet as we mounted up – me riding side saddle behind him on Jet – leaving as quietly and quickly as possible as to not alert anyone. We would essentially be slacking off in the eyes of some of the others, and I was not in the mood to get an earful; or worse, to be stopped at the last minute and not be able to go. I figured Arthur and I deserved to have a nice day out, it wasn't like we'd ever done it before. Not often, at least.

We rode to Saint Denis, and I was a little surprised at Arthur's willingness to go into the city for the sake of a date; I actually found it very flattering and sweet. He was very gentlemanly when we arrived at the gallery, gripping my hand as I slid down off the horse, taking my arm as we walked side by side into the building, holding doors open for me when we got inside. I was a girlish, grinning fool the entire time and I felt so happy to be on his arm. Just going on a date like a normal couple, having people see us together like we were, it felt so good.

When we got inside the gallery's foyer, we were greeted by a very eccentric Frenchman who I soon learned was Arthur's artist friend. He was a small man, with dark hair and a nicely styled moustache, striking, weaselly features that made me squirm a little when he stepped too close. Seemed friendly enough, though.

"Arthur! You came, mon ami. And you have company, I see," he exclaimed in his heavy accent, appraising me with a sweep of his eyes. "You did not tell me you had a wife, Arthur. May I say a very lovely one, too."

"Oh, we…" Arthur chuckled, eyeing me up as he decided whether to correct him. He let the sentence dissolve, and my heart skipped. "She is lovely," he agreed instead, then introduced us formally.

"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Châtenay," I gave a sweet nod of my head.

"Oh, the pleasure is all mine, I assure you. Has Arthur shown you the little drawing I gave him? Are you an admirer of my work?" Charles asked me eagerly, stepping forwards, just slightly too close for comfort. I gave him what I hoped was a polite smile that hid my mild unease.

"Oh, he hasn't, actually. I guess he wanted to surprise me with your work, but I'm sure it's lovely," I told him, and he gave a pleased chuckle.

"Mm, I sincerely hope you like it, ma chérie, perhaps you will like it so much that you will want to model for me, hm?"

"To model? Oh, wow, you'd want to paint me?" My eyes widened a little, and I heard Arthur give an uneasy laugh beside me. I glanced at him curiously, but Charles took my hand, lifted it, positioning me to get a better look at my form.

"Of course! I am always on the lookout for beautiful women who would be willing to sit for a little painter like moi, I can certainly see myself getting along well with you. She is a fine subject, Arthur, no?" He said, his moustache curving with his lips, eyes narrowing playfully.

"She, uh, she sure is," Arthur said, his smile a little forced, eyes not matching his mouth.

"Imagine that, being on the wall of a gallery for all to see, for all to admire! Such a pure beauty you possess!" Charles continued, squeezing my hand tighter.

"I couldn't imagine seeing myself in a gallery," I giggled, feeling my face warm up at all of his charm and flattery.

"Oh, I can picture it. I am picturing it," he said, his eyes rolling down my body.

"Okay, that's… that's enough now, I think," Arthur said awkwardly through a chuckle, his grip on my arm tightening minutely. I looked at him, confused. Charles was being nothing but complimentary, why was there an issue?

"You do not think she'd look right at home on the wall of a gallery, Mr. Arthur? Pah! What kind of a husband are you?" Charles exclaimed, though he was wearing a mischievous smile the whole time.

"Of course she would, not in any o' your paintings, though! I've seen the kinda work you do, partner," Arthur retorted, irritation seeping into every word, raising hairs on my arms. My eyes widened.

"I thought we were friends, hm? And now you insult my work? You must be no better than these uninspired, tasteless, boring idiots who come in droves just to complain," the faster Charles spoke the thicker his accent became, and some of his words merged together but I could still understand him.

Arthur sighed, held his hands out to him and waved a metaphorical white flag. "I ain't insulting your work, I'm just saying, I don't think the lady knows just what modelling for you would entail. Can we just– let's just go in. Come on, princess."

"Yes, let us go in, princess," Charles tittered, following us in as Arthur guided me by the elbow. I glanced cautiously over my shoulder at him, not missing the way the artist's eyes lingered on my behind.

We passed through a small room decorated with elegant stone sculptures and photographs on the walls. Mostly wildlife photographs of wolves and alligators and horses, but one portrait. The portrait made me do a double take as we passed it, and I stopped dead in my tracks where it hung on the powder blue wall.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, forgetting where I was and turning a few heads. "Arthur, this guy looks just like you!"

Arthur glanced up at it, his casual expression soon turning stiff and shocked with eyes as big as wagon wheels. His face coloured up very quickly, and his eyes darted to the other photographs in the room, a sliver of recognition appearing. I took a second look at the portrait, at the gentleman's clothes; that jacket and satchel looked far too familiar, and even through the graininess of the image, those eyes were unmistakable.

"Goodness, that is you," I murmured in shock, peering up at Arthur. He chuckled nervously.

"Ah, yes! I always thought that man seemed familiar!" Charles added, leaning between us to get a better look at the image.

"Alright, that's uh– okay, the paintings are in the next room," Arthur mumbled, prying me away from the print.

"What the hell? Why are you on the wall?" I queried.

"It's uh, it's a long story," he chuckled.

"Perhaps I should turn my viewfinder to you, mon ami. You're clearly no stranger to being the artist's muse. How about I paint you? Or the both of you together? Oh, that's an inspiring thought," Charles suggested and Arthur gave him a look.

"Watch it," he said, voice low, a hint of a threat there.

We stepped into the room, then, and it all suddenly made sense. The room was lined with a dozen or so paintings of nude – or mostly nude – models. So that's why Arthur didn't want me posing for him. I peered at Arthur, cocked a brow above my smirk.

"Wow, I have to admit. This ain't at all what I expected, Arthur," I said quietly.

"What were you expecting? Boring landscapes? People painted in dull colours and dramatic lighting, frolicking in the countryside or something?" Charles asked as he passed by me, sauntering into the middle of the room with his arms crossed.

"Honestly, kinda," I laughed, looking around at the people attending the exhibition. There were a lot of well-to-do city folk about, each with a turned up nose and a hissy whisper, their mannerisms screamed disapproval and I couldn't help but laugh at the people getting all worked up at a rather artistic rendition of a gentleman's pasty behind.

"Did I, uh, make a mistake bringing you here?" Arthur asked me under his breath, but I turned the smile I was wearing to him and shook my head firmly.

"Course not. I can handle a few breasts and backsides, Arthur. This is real different, in a good way!" I told him, strolling into the room, a flash of red, blue and yellow catching my eye immediately. My lips parted and I got up close to the painting of a woman barely concealed by the drapery of her undergarments. The vivid colours in the painting were beautiful and carefully balanced, and the brush strokes were rather blocky and gestural, but communicated her form and the seat she was situated in clearly. I hadn't seen art like it before.

"Ain't this something?" I said to Arthur as he stepped up beside me. He tilted his head at the painting, pursing his lips a little.

"Sure, it's something. It's a woman with all her stuff hangin' out," he murmured and I scoffed, patting him on the arm.

"Ain't this at all appealing to you? If not in an artistic sense, then purely based on the fact you're a strapping, hot-blooded man?" I quirked a brow playfully at him. He laughed at my wording.

"Don't do much for me, I don't know the woman," he shrugged his shoulders, and his response surprised me. What interesting reasoning.

"What if you did know her?" I asked curiously.

"Depends who it was," he looked down at me, "if it was you it wouldn't be on the wall of a gallery," he snorted.

"Where'd it be?"

"Back page of my journal, never leaving my side," he smirked, his tone playful as it fell low for my ears only.

"Dirty dog," I quipped back, fully in jest, my cheeks aching from smiling and hot from the flush of blood rising there.

I moved onto the next painting – a man wearing nothing but a hat, laying on his front – leaning in to study it only for a moment before a ruckus caught my attention beside me. Voices were being raised, outrage amongst the visitors, Charles standing in the middle of it all with a comically disinterested expression. People obviously weren't happy about the nudity on display. Especially since the woman in the painting we'd just been admiring apparently happened to be the wife of the guy raising all the commotion. A woman soon stepped between the painting and Arthur and I, spreading her arms to obscure it.

"Stop lookin' at my husband's buttocks!" She crowed, and we stumbled backwards away from her with wide eyes.

"Stop lookin' at my momma!" Another guy yelled. Arthur and I shared a glance; he looked as if he was trying not to laugh.

"Well, maybe she shouldn't've exposed herself like that," the woman quipped back with a sneering, snooty little tone that irritated even me.

"Says the woman whose husband's ass we've all been staring at," I whispered very quietly to Arthur, being careful that he was the only person who could hear. He cracked up, wheezing loudly and attracting a few looks, but they were all soon distracted.

One man was throwing a punch at another. Charles was being battered to the ground by a handbag, wielded by another miserable looking woman with a face all puckered and flushed. Chaos was breaking out, and I watched on with wide eyes, backing into the corner out of harm's way.

I personally couldn't see the harm in a few paintings like the ones on display, it was the human form, we all had some rendition of the same thing hidden under layers of clothing. If art couldn't celebrate our freest form, what could? Perhaps it was the colourful eroticism of some of his paintings that was making them recoil, the rawness of some of the nude figures as they lounged and twisted, showing every crease and curve not usually seen by eyes other than one's lover. I was taken by my own musings, gradually becoming more and more enamoured with Charles' work. I wondered what it'd be like to be drawn in my natural state. Perhaps not by Mr. Châtenay himself, but by someone…

My eyes flashed from a painting of a lady lounging backwards with no sense of shame, over to Arthur, who was helping Charles up to his feet and directing him away from the commotion. A gentleman went after him, only to be held back by a hand on his shoulder; one not appreciated. The gentleman, so outraged by nudity though not above petty violence, raised a fist to Arthur. He caught it, wrestling it away from him as I gasped.

"Hey, calm yourself, friend," he said in a low and commanding voice woven with a thread of menace.

"Don't tell me to calm myself while that sick pervert just stands there with that look on his damn face–" he yelled, spit flying, seething in a way I felt was disproportionate to what was actually going on. Charles was indeed standing there in the doorway as fights broke out before me, I edged away to join him, side stepping towards the archway, dumbfounded by the events unfolding as other women filtered out.

With his wrists gripped tight by Arthur's hands, the man jammed a kick into his thigh. I stepped forwards as Arthur grunted in pain, wanting to do something to help.

"Son of a– don't make me hit you in front of the lady," Arthur threatened through gritted teeth.

A glob of spit was fired in his face and he didn't think twice, letting go of his wrists only to swing, laying the man out seemingly effortlessly. That's when the real chaos ensued.

"Get out of here!" Arthur urged me, and I did as I was told, trotting out of the room as Charles took my elbow in his hand, briskly guiding me away from the messy display.

"Hit him as much as you like, now the lady isn't watching!" Charles called over his shoulder, tittering to himself.

"Charles!" I scolded, tugging my arm out of his grip and stopping by the stairs that led down to street level.

"What? Le branleur deserved it. None of those men stand a chance against him, do they? Big, impressive man your husband is," he said, his eyelids lowering.

"No, you're right about that," I sighed. "What a bunch of lunatics. Imagine getting so worked up over art!"

"Oh, but I think I have finally arrived. That was a memorable opening day, they're sure to be talking about my exhibition for years," he cheered.

"Yeah, hopefully not 'cause of the body count. I hope he restrains himself," I frowned, looking over my shoulder into the gallery. Arthur appeared a few moments later, shaking his tender hand out. He looked to have fared quite well from the ordeal, sporting a slightly swollen lip and a couple of hairs out of place, and that was it.

I sighed and took his hand in mine when he reached us, inspecting his red, blood speckled knuckles.

"Let's get out of here," he said, altering the relation of our hands by entwining our fingers.

"Yes, I know a place I can lie low!" Charles said, scampering down the stairs. Arthur and I followed close behind him, figuring it was best to accompany him before he got himself into any more trouble.

"You're welcome, by the way, for dealing with that mess," Arthur grunted as we walked, "you artistic folk ain't too good at dealing with the public, huh?" He snorted.

"The purpose of art is to provoke emotion, no?" Charles said, throwing a smirk over his shoulder as we left the gallery and crossed the street, heading down an alleyway. "Their emotions were too strong to be contained. It is not my job as the artist to police emotion. Only to bring it. I'd say I did my part tremendously."

"Yeah, you sure did your part," Arthur muttered, rolling his eyes. "I guess my part is stopping you from gettin' lynched."

"And you too, did your part tremendously. Merci, mon ami!"

"Violent outbursts aside, I have to say I was rather impressed," I said, and Charles turned around with an impish grin on his face once we reached a door.

"Perhaps you will want to pose for me after all?" He delighted, and I narrowed my eyes a little.

"Perhaps not. I ain't quite ready to be the subject of people's horror, up on that gallery wall."

"Shame. The world is not ready. One day they will see my art as something to celebrate, and not to detest. Maybe then I will seek you out, eh ma chérie?" He said, grasping my hand and lifting it to his mouth, getting away with brushing a kiss against my knuckle just before Arthur shoved his shoulder.

"Get out of here," he grumbled, though his face betrayed his amusement.

"I am going!" Charles exclaimed, turning and knocking on the door, slipping through as he called out to whoever was inside.

Arthur shook his head, chuckling to himself as he turned and we started heading back towards the street.

"That man," he breathed, "I told you he was an interesting character."

"That's putting it mildly," I smirked.

"He liked you," he noted, sounding inwardly peeved.

"I liked that photograph of you," I steered the subject, falling into step with him once we were back out on the street. "You ever gonna tell me about that?"

Arthur's expression lifted and he shook his head mildly. "Ahh, I met this photographer. Albert Mason. Funny man, seems to always be tryin'a get himself eaten whenever I see him, by some animal or another. He took that photo of me, I thought he just wanted a test shot."

"You didn't know it was there?" I raised my brows.

"Course not. I probably wouldn't've let him get away with it if I did," he chuckled, "clearly he didn't take me for someone who visits galleries all too often. I don't quite know why he'd display that."

"You wouldn't," I murmured, "but anyone else with a pair of eyes would. It's a lovely photograph."

"Was real embarrassed when I saw it," he admitted, laughing breathily.

"You shouldn't be. Though… I think I would be if I was in your shoes, so I get it," I laughed.

"If it was a photograph of you up there, Charles' exhibition would've flopped. Not that it was a roaring success as it was but you get the picture. Everyone'd just be lookin' at you."

"Are you flattering me again?" I smiled mischievously at him. Arthur didn't respond, just wore a satisfied smile and kept on looking ahead. I lowered my lids flirtatiously. "I do wonder, though, what if I wanted to pose nude for an artist?" I said the final word with a playful, french flair.

"Well that… that would be up to you, I suppose," he murmured, though he frowned, "but I know that man, didn't take me long to suss him out. He's after more than artistic expression."

I raised my brows. "But he thinks we're married," I smirked a little at that, pointing it out indulgently.

"Trust me, that wouldn't stop him," he snorted.

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to pose for some other artist," I shrugged, innocently clasping my hands behind my back, bringing a casual sway into my walk as I looked at him through the corner of my eye.

He stared at me, his brows lowered in confusion, I could practically hear the cogs turning in his head, and I giggled.

"Are you trying to make me jealous, or somethin'?" He eventually questioned, and I burst with a laugh.

"No!" I exclaimed, searched our surroundings for listening ears, "I'm trying to flirt with you, you silly man."

Arthur's eyes widened, a pretty pink hue creeping up his neck and to his cheeks.

"You're an artist, ain't you?" I added.

"No," he snorted bluntly, and I shook my head at him. "Not like Charles Châtenay, I don't do paintings and whatnot."

"Yeah, but you draw. And you're damn good at it," I told him, taking his hand and turning to him, a flirty smile on my face, "I'd take my clothes off for you so you could practice your figure drawing, for sure."

"Saying those things in public? You're playin' a dangerous game, little lady," he hummed, wearing a big, amused grin on his face, darkened a little with desire. We turned a corner and found ourselves on a deserted street. I let go of his hand and skipped ahead a bit so I could turn around, walking backwards so I faced him. He strolled along after me, eyes appreciating my body.

"Dangerous, how?" I lilted, shimmying my skirt up to flash just a little bit of ankle. Arthur flushed darker, scrubbing at his face a little as he shook his head at my silliness. I dropped my skirt back into place and turned back around, staying ahead of him.

I gasped in surprise when I suddenly felt his hands at my hips, and I was being pulled down the little alleyway between the nearest two buildings.

"See, this is why I don't like cities," he began under his breath, his voice so deep and smooth and sweet like molasses. I stared at him with wide eyes, backed up against the wall. "If we were out in the wilderness, I could take you up on that, no problem."

His hand went to my chin, tilting my head up, from side to side a little so his eyes could study my entire face. He licked his lips and I closed my eyes, anticipating the warm press of his mouth; craving it. The air felt unnaturally cool when the contact never came, and eventually I opened my eyes to see his smirk. There was a ghost of arrogance there; it cropped up every now and then, always surprised me, though I liked to see it. He could do with the confidence, he was otherwise so unsure of himself.

"Holding off on me?" I questioned, pouting.

"If I kiss you, as tempting as that is, I fear I'll get carried away," he said, stroking my bottom lip with his thumb.

"What if I ask nicely?"

"Ask as nicely as you want, pretty angel, but I ain't promising nothing," his tone was playful.

"All I want is one kiss, Arthur, this is a date, after all," I dared, dipping my mouth to kiss the tip of his thumb. He made an involuntary sound.

"One kiss'll turn into two… three… God knows what else, the way you've got me feeling. Especially after seeing that Frenchman's eyes on you, got me feeling like I need to make the most of having you before someone comes along and takes you away from me."

"By all means make the most of it," I nodded eagerly and he gave a dirty chuckle. "But no one's taking me away, I'm yours."

"You're making this real hard for me," he breathed, eyes closing momentarily. He smirked at a private joke and I tilted my head.

"That's the idea. I'm trying to get my kiss," I teased, stroking my hands up and down his broad chest. His eyes dropped down to my hands briefly.

"You could just take it for yourself, you know."

"You wouldn't try and stop me?"

"Find out," he dared.

Of course, I didn't hesitate. I pressed my lips to his, hard, with embarrassingly little skill or restraint, immediately reining it in a little when he grunted in surprise (maybe even pain, with his swollen lip). My fingers crept up his body, into his hair, quickly letting go when I remembered he'd made the effort to pomade it. The kiss was a mess until Arthur responded, tilting his head and moving his lips with mine, helping me out. My experience – or lack thereof – certainly showed when he handed me the reins. Even so, it was easy to lose myself in the kiss.

When he pulled away, I found myself voicing my desire without thinking. "God, I want you," I breathed, and my voice shook unexpectedly.

"Perhaps we should get ourselves a room at the hotel, and I can give you what you want," he murmured, pressing his body firm against mine. I was turned on, feeling hot and pleasant between my legs, resisting the urge to rub against him like an animal.

"Oh, pretty please," I nodded.

"You're gonna kill me," he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine. "Or get me arrested, gettin' me hard in public so easy."

"Oh my," I sighed, arching forwards, feeling the proof of his words against my belly. "Your fault. You took me down this alleyway."

"Shit, I did, didn't I?" He mused.

"Let's go to that hotel, have a little lie down together, hmm?" I said sweetly, and Arthur groaned quietly. His hips rolled forwards, grinding his erection against my belly once before he pushed away from me, a frustrated growl bubbling up his throat. I stayed pressed up against the wall, watching as his hand went between his legs, readjusting himself so the bulge there wasn't as obvious.

"You're a menace. How can I walk the streets like this?" He questioned, though he seemed more amused than anything.

"You want me to describe what I found in Uncle's union suit last time I washed it?" I asked, giving him a mischievous grin. He winced.

"Christ no, the thought alone will be enough."

We headed to the hotel once Arthur was able to be seen in public, eager to check in and get behind closed doors. There was nobody at the front desk when we arrived, so we dinged the little bell and waited, standing side by side a good foot apart to avoid temptation. I was a bad influence, of course, because my hand found its way to his, delicately entwining our fingers. Arthur peered at me, brows soft, suddenly looking warm and sentimental at my touch.

Movement caught my eye over his shoulder, someone appearing in the doorway that led to the rooms. For a second I thought she was the clerk, but my brain sparked with recognition when I looked at her face. Arthur turned his head, following my gaze, and I heard his sharp inhale.

"Arthur? You came!" Mary exclaimed, clearly shocked to see him.

Of course. I immediately recalled her letter, the one Arthur had tossed into the fire; she was staying at this hotel. It hadn't occurred to me before, but I was faced with the realisation that Arthur had taken my virginity while she was probably in the same building, we just hadn't known at the time. My face immediately heated up.

"Oh, uh, hi Mary," Arthur said after a pause that was unnaturally long, "Hotel Grand, this is where you're staying."

"Yes, my letter said so," Mary said, her tone a little confused. I averted my eyes, tried to let go of Arthur's hand, he gripped onto me though, didn't let me separate our hands. The small act made my heart want to dance out of my rib cage.

There was another awkward pause, and Mary looked at me. It took a moment, but she seemed to recognise me from the day I'd gone with Arthur to see her all those weeks ago. Her lips parted, she didn't know what to say for a moment, but she gathered herself quickly and reassembled her composed expression.

"Oh, perhaps you didn't receive my letter. This must be a coincidence," she said, her laugh quite hollow. "What a small world we live in. I'm Mary, you must be the girl Arthur was with before. You were new to his… group, as I understand."

"Yes, I remember you," I nodded, smiling at her despite the fact that my heart was racing and I felt so nervous my hands were immediately clammy, "it's nice to meet you."

"You too," she nodded, returning my smile. Her eyes casually dropped to where Arthur and I's hands were connected, then she looked away awkwardly. "Well, I won't keep you. I was hoping I could ask a favour of you, Arthur, but I suppose this is a bad time."

"I, uh, I'm sorry, Mary. This is… no, I can't really– we are–" Arthur stammered, looking between the two of us. He was the human embodiment of a fish out of water, just struggling and panicking and suffocating right in front of us. I felt awful for him. I squeezed his hand.

"We've moved around some since the last time Arthur saw you, your letter must've gotten lost along the way somewhere. We had no idea you were here, I'm sorry for this awkward confusion," I stepped forward, chuckling and trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"Oh, no, it was my mistake. I just assumed…" Mary shook her head, clasping her hands in front of her, fiddling with them.

I shook my head dismissively and introduced myself properly with my name, letting go of Arthur's hand only to offer mine to Mary. She looked at it for a moment, then delicately shook it.

"We're only in the city for a little while, just saw a show at the gallery. Real interesting painter, Charles Châtenay," I conversed, holding Arthur's hand again right away.

"Oh, I know Arthur has a creative streak, with that journal he keeps," she noted, nodding. "I always thought he could make something of himself if he poured more time into his artwork."

I looked at Arthur for his response to that, but he just stood there, mouth slightly open, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Um, anyway, I should let you get on. Arthur, if I could ask you for one more favour… if you get the time, may I speak with you? It's about Daddy," she said, her brows arching sadly. Arthur released a breath a little harder than natural and shook his head.

"Mary, you know what I told you last time–" he began, but she spoke over him.

"I know, but his drinking and his gambling has–" she stopped, shaking her head. I frowned, a sudden drop of sympathy manifesting for her. "Oh, Arthur. I know he was never kind to you."

"No, he wasn't. I'm sorry Mary, but I can't help you. I'm sure somebody else will, but I'm–" Arthur glanced at me, then sighed. "I'm moving on. Me and this lady here, we're trying to spend some time together. I'm… I'm real fond of her, and it'd be mighty improper of me to leave her to run an errand for someone else."

"No, you're right. I understand," Mary said, nodding her head. Her expression was difficult to read, her lips were pressed together in a tight line.

"I think it's best for the both of us if… if we let things lie."

"Of course," she nodded, not looking either of us in the eye.

"Mary, I'm sorry," Arthur said softly, he sounded guilty, his expression was pained. I kept quiet and fiddled with the buttons on my jacket.

"No, it's okay. You have your own problems to worry about, I understand that. I should've asked someone else," she sighed. "I don't know if this will mean much coming from me, but I'm happy for you."

"Oh, thank you, Mary," Arthur said, a little stunned. Mary looked at me for a moment before meeting Arthur's eyes again.

"I'm glad you've found someone. I just hope she can give you what I couldn't. And I hope you do right by her, you're not–" she paused, looking down as she searched for the words. "You're not an easy man to love, Arthur."

I recoiled a little at that. I figured she didn't mean that as harshly as it sounded, at least I hoped she didn't; I gave her the benefit of the doubt. Regardless, I begged to differ.

"Goodbye Arthur, Miss," she nodded to us both, then hurried away, out of the hotel before either of us could say anything else.

We were left alone in silence for a while, the clerk nowhere to be found. Eventually, Arthur ran a hand over his face, released a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry, princess. I completely forgot that she was staying here. I wouldn't've come here if it had occurred to me," he said quietly, his voice almost devoid of emotion.

"It's alright. I forgot too, and I suppose I'm glad to have met her, in a way," I shrugged, hugging his arm and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"I'm– I'm fine. I just didn't expect to see her here, it sort of– God, I'm a fool. You had to do most of the talking, when it was my thing to deal with. I'm sorry I put that on you," he murmured, turning and leading me to sit down on the loveseat nearby.

"You were shocked, understandably. And it was real awkward there for a while," I gave a small chuckle, then shook my head, "don't worry. I think you handled it okay."

"You don't mind that I told her about us?"

"Of course not."

"Do I… do I do right by you? Are you happy with your lot, the lot I give you?" He asked me out of nowhere and I stared him in the eye, completely taken aback.

"Arthur, you've told me you'll leave the gang to run away with me after this job. You took me into the city that you hate just to take me to an exhibition you thought I'd like. You… you held onto my hand in front of Mary just now, which sounds silly but that made me feel so, so happy. Don't doubt yourself over me, things are crazy right now but I would never wanna go back to how things were before I knew you," I told him quietly, gripping his hand tightly and leaning close to him.

"I just know what you deserve, and I'm worried I can't give it to you," he murmured, a frown etched seemingly permanently between his brows.

"Oh, be quiet with that, Arthur," I sighed, holding his cheek and turning his head to look at me. "I hate it when you talk like that. You don't know how happy you make me."

”I'm sorry. I guess Mary just summed it up, there, the thing I'm always thinking about."

"What's that?"

"That I ain't an easy man to…" he trailed off with a sigh, shaking his head. "I understand why."

"Arthur, I ain't struggling," I said, smiling sweetly. "Let's enjoy our day, hm?"

"Angel, you say the right thing every time you open your mouth, what I wouldn't give to have that skill," he gave a breathy laugh, shaking his head.

"You're looking at me through rose-coloured glasses if that's what you think, just the other day I was telling everyone how much I loved your fingers, remember that?" I rolled my eyes.

"Of course," he smirked. "That was real cute."

"Cute? Good lord," I breathed, flushing and averting my eyes. Arthur grinned.

"Where the hell is the clerk? I wanna take you upstairs," he said abruptly, rising to his feet to ding the bell a few more times.

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The Littlest Timelord: Cracks in Time Chapter 8

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: Cracks in Time Chapter 8 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 8/? SUMMARY: A little girl escapes the Time War when the Timelord’s return in “End of Time Part 2″. The newly regenerated Doctor must now raise the little girl while trying to find out why cracks in time keep following them around.

[A/N - I had a hard deciding where to cut this chapter off.]

The Doctor and Elise landed on something squishy and nasty smelling. Amy landed next to them as the Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver.

Elise did the same and pressed the button. It made a buzzing noise just like the Doctor’s only the tip of his was green and hers was yellow.

The Doctor smiled seeing the tiny Timelord copy him. “High speed air cannon. Lousy way to travel”, he told Amy.

“Where are we?”

“Six hundred feet down, twenty miles laterally, puts us at the heart of the ship. I'd say Lancashire. What's this then, a cave? Can't be a cave. Looks like a cave”.

Amy flung some of the stuff at the Doctor. “It's a rubbish dump, and it's minging!”

“Yes, but only food refuse. Organic, coming through feeder tubes from all over the ship”.

“The floor's all squidgy, like a water bed”.

Elise noticed it too and bounced lightly.

“But feeding what, though?” the Doctor asked.

“It's sort of rubbery, feel it. Wet and slimy”, Amy told him.

There was a growl or a groan and the Doctor and Elise realized where they were.

Elise tugged on the Doctor’s jacket and pointed at her tongue.

“Right you are, Elise. Amy, it's not a floor, it's a… So…” the Doctor said.

“It's a what?” Amy asked.

“The next word is kind of a scary word. You probably want to take a moment, get yourself in a calm place. Go omm”.

“Omm…”

“It's a tongue”.

“A tongue?”

“A tongue. A great big tongue”.

“This is a mouth. This whole place is a mouth? We're in a mouth?”

“Yes, yes, yes. But on the plus side, roomy”.

“How do we get out?”

The Doctor started scanning with his screwdriver. “How big is this beastie? It's gorgeous. Blimey, if this is just the mouth, I'd love to see the stomach”.

The creature grumbled.

“Though not right now”, the Doctor added.

“Doctor, how do we get out?” Amy asked him.

“Okay, it's being fed through surgically implanted feeder tubes, so the normal entrance is…closed for business”.

Behind them was a wall of large teeth.

“We could try, though”, Amy said.

“No, stop, don't move”, he told her as the floor started vibrating, “Too late. It's started”.

“What has?”

“Swallow reflex”. The Doctor pointed his sonic screwdriver at the mouth.

“What are you doing?” Amy asked him.

“I'm vibrating the chemo-receptors”.

“Chemo-what?”

“The eject button”.

“How does a mouth have an eject button?”

“Think about it!”

Elise’s eyes went wide as she noticed a wave of vomit coming towards them.

The Doctor grabbed her and held her close to his chest. “Right, then. This isn't going to be big on dignity. Geronimo!”

Amy screamed as it got closer to them.

They eventually landed in an overflow pipe.

Elise coughed as the Doctor set her down. She wobbled on her feet, the smell making her feel a bit dizzy.

He reached out and grabbed her to keep her from falling over. “Woah, easy there”.

Amy sat up next to her.

“There's nothing broken, there's no sign of concussion and yes, you are covered in sick”, the Doctor told her.

“Where are we?”

The Doctor started to sonic the controls next to the door. “Overspill pipe, at a guess”.

“Oh, God, it stinks”.

“Oh, that's not the pipe”.

“Oh”.

Amy took a moment to sniff her nightie. “Phew. Can we get out?”

“One door, one door switch, one condition. We forget everything we saw. Look familiar?”

A Forget button lit up.

“That's the carrot. Ooo, here's the stick”.

Two Smiler booths lit up.

“There's a creature living in the heart of this ship. What's it doing there?” the Doctor asked.

The Smilers’ heads turned. They now had frowns on their faces.

“No, that's not going to work on me, so come on. Big old beast below decks, and everyone who protests gets shoved down its throat. That how it works?”

The heads turned again with scowls on their faces this time.

Elise grabbed the Doctor’s hand in fear. She did not like those machines.

“Oh, stop it”, the Doctor told them, “I'm not leaving and I'm not forgetting, and what are you fellows going to do about it? Stick out your tongues, huh?”

The booths opened up and the Smilers stepped out.

“Doctor?” Amy asked.

Liz 10 appeared behind them and shot the Smilers.

“Look who it is. You look a lot better without your mask”, the Doctor told her.

“You must be Amy. Liz. Liz 10”.

Amy shook her hand. “Hi”.

“Yuck. Lovely hair, Amy. Shame about the sick”.

The little girl Mandy entered the tunnel.

“You know Mandy, yeah? She's very brave”, Liz told them.

“How did you find us?” the Doctor asked her.

“Stuck my gizmo on you”. She tossed the Doctor a tracking device. “Been listening in. Nice moves on the hurl escape. So, what's the big fella doing here?”

“You're over sixteen, you've voted. Whatever this is, you've chosen to forget about it”.

“No. Never forgot, never voted, not technically a British subject”.

“Then who and what are you, and how do you know me?”

“You're a bit hard to miss, love. Mysterious stranger, M O consistent with higher alien intelligence, hair of an idiot”.

The Doctor tried to run a hand through his hair, forgetting that it was sticking to his scalp because of the sick. Elise patted his hand, telling him in her own way that she liked his hair.

“I've been brought up on the stories. My whole family was”, Liz told him.

“Your family?”

The Smilers started to move.

“They're repairing. Doesn't take them long. Let's move”. Liz led them through a basement as she explained how she knew the Doctor. “The Doctor. Old drinking buddy of Henry Twelve. Tea and scones with Liz Two. Vicky was a bit on the fence about you, weren't she? Knighted and exiled you on the same day. And so much for the Virgin Queen, you bad, bad boy”.

The Doctor looked down at Elise, who was oblivious to what Liz 10 was insinuating. “Liz Ten…”

“Liz Ten, yeah. Elizabeth the Tenth. And down!” She turned around and gave them just enough time to duck before she shot the Smilers again. “I'm the bloody Queen, mate. Basically, I rule”.

They entered a corridor and the Doctor stopped to observe the tentacles banging on the bars.

“There's a high-speed Vator through there. Oh, yeah. There's these things. Any ideas?” Liz 10 asked.

“Doctor, I saw one of these up top. There was a hole in the road, like it had burst through like a root”, Amy told him.

“Exactly like a root. It's all one creature, the same one we were inside, reaching out. It must be growing through the mechanisms of the entire ship”.

“What, like an infestation? Someone's helping it. Feeding it. Feeding my subjects to it. Come on. Got to keep moving”, Liz 10 said walking off.

Mandy followed after her, leaving the Doctor, Elise, and Amy.

Elise’s eyes filled with tears as she watched the tentacles. She reached out to touch them, but her arm was too short. Did they know what they were doing to the poor creature? Why couldn’t they hear it?

“Doctor? Elise?” Amy asked.

“Oh, Amy. We should never have come here”. The Doctor gently pulled Elise away from the bars. “Come along, Elise”.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They followed Liz 10 to her state rooms, where they cleaned up.

There were glasses of water all over her floor.

“Why all the glasses?” the Doctor asked her.

“To remind me every single day that my government is up to something, and it's my duty to find out what”.

The Doctor picked up her mask. “A queen going undercover to investigate her own kingdom?”

“Secrets are being kept from me. I don't have a choice. Ten years I've been at this. My entire reign. And you've achieved more in one afternoon”.

“How old were you when you came to the throne?”

“Forty. Why?”

“What, you're fifty now?” Amy asked, “No way”.

“Yeah, they slowed my body clock. Keeps me looking like the stamps”, Liz 10 explained.

“And you always wear this in public?” the Doctor asked.

“Undercover's not easy when you're me. The autographs, the bunting”. “Air-balanced porcelain. Stays on by itself, because it's perfectly sculpted to your face”.

“Yeah? So what?”

“Oh, Liz. So everything”.

The door opened and a man entered, along with a group of people in black robes.

“What are you doing? How dare you come in here!” Liz 10 told them.

“Ma'am, you have expressed interest in the interior workings of Starship UK. You will come with us now”, the leader said.

“Why would I do that?”

The man’s head turned as he became a Scowler.

Elise jumped back and hid behind the Doctor.

“How can they be Smilers?” Amy asked.

“Half Smiler, half human”, the Doctor explained.

“Whatever you creatures are, I am still your queen. On whose authority is this done?” Liz 10 asked them.

“The highest authority, Ma'am”, the man said.

“I am the highest authority”.

“Yes, ma'am. You must go now, Ma'am”.

“Where?”

“The Tower, Ma'am”.

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takaraphoenix · 5 years ago

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Dr who for the ask game

Thanks for playing! This is also a big, fun one! :O (I do love that the majority of these asks hit target on my own biggest obsessions x3 We checked off like all the live action shows at this point, I think, the only things left are anime/animated xDDD)

Again with a cut due to the sheer size. ^^°°°

Top 5 favourite characters: CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS, Martha Jones, Donna Noble, The Doctor, Yasmin Kahn

Other characters you like: Rory Williams Pond, Graham O’Brien, Mickey Smith, Bill Potts, Sarah Jane Smith, Craig Owens

Least favourite characters: Rose Tyler by a landslide

Otps: not realy any actual OTPs but ships I guess I’m fond of would be Vasta/Jenny and Rory/Amy

Notps: every ship involving the Doctor, because I just honestly find it weird and uncomfortable to look at the Doctor as a romantic or even worse yet sexual being, but most of all Doctor/Rose and Doctor/River, also Jack/Ianto

Favourite friendships: I am living for the current team dynamic, 13-Yaz-Graham-Ryan are really good but my forever favorite is the Doctor and Jack, also the best team-up was the Doctor with Donna and Martha, that was perfect

Favourite family: THE FAM! 13′s team

Favourite episodes:oooh mmh, I do have multiple favorites, so let’s do this!

Blink: it is such a good episode, there was a time I just popped that one in when I had 40 minutes to waste

Utopia/The Sound of Drums/Last of the Time Lords: for me personally, this is where Doctor Who peaked. My absolute favorite storyline and episodes and team-up - my favorite Doctor with BOTH my favorite companions in an episode with my favorite Master as the enemy. Amazing. There was a time when I would regularly rewatch this, just these three

Turn Left/The Stolen Earth/Journey’s End:Suuuch a satisfying conclusion for a four series plotline, all of the companions coming together like that? It was so good

The Lodger & Closing Time: I love Craig and I love how these two episodes switch things up!

Favourite season/book/movie: Rather obviously, series 3 - the return of Jack, the series where Martha is the companion, a series with my favorite Doctor and four of my favorite episodes in it!

Favourite quotes:THE ANGELS HAVE THE PHONE BOX! xD And the wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff! I got that one on a necklace even! *laughs*

Best musical moment: uuurgh the soundtrack of this show is actually so good? I listened to it on a loop for years. Series 3 and 4 being my favorites, they make you feel things, man.

Moment that made you fangirl/boy the hardest: Just this series when Jack returned. And let me elaborate to just convey how hard I fangirled at that, because it wasn’t just “oh a fave!”.

You see, Jack is... kind of why I’m here? I watched the first series with my mother back when it started airing in Germany. But they kind of... stopped dubbing it and it stopped airing in Germany and eh, I was okay with it because this show seemed weird like they just switched out the actor of the MAIN CHARACTER who does that what the fuck and I really liked Jack but he was gone now too so oh well.

However, then I read online about how Jack was in series 3. So... I went online and Doctor Who is genuinely the first TV show I ever watched in English, because I wanted to see Jack but there was no dub.

Then series 3 ended and both Jack and Martha left and I was very meh because I remembered that this is the show that constantly replaces its whole cast.

You can probably guess what happened next, but Jack was in the finale of series 4. So I went back into Doctor Who, rewatched what there has been so far all the way up to the series 4 finale - and that was when I was sold, because holy shit even with the switching of companions, they just bring them back! They just brought them all back! That was such a good pay-off.

Ironically, that was when I actually stuck around and started watching the show in real time instead of waiting for the next Jack appearance to bring me back from hibernation. Ironically because - well, that was the last we saw of anyone. (Aside from 10 in the 50 year special.)

That hard, hard cut from 10 to 11, no return of any companions...

Needless to say that when 12 came and went with no care for anything pre-11, I kind of... came to accept that this was it. Especially when they announced yet another hard cut - as in Moffat would finally be replaced and with the new era, both a new Doctor and new companions - I was so sure we’d never get to see anyone from the old crew again.

So when, after literally ten years, Jack Harkness returned and was so... so... Jack, I made the loudest, most unholy sound and the excitement of them actually acknowledging that he would be back for more and he would be there when the Doctor needs him? Tears of joy.

(but aso pls #LetMarthaMeet13 okay? Okay)

When it really disappointed you:YOU’RE MAKING A 50 YEAR ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL. YOU HAVE SOOO MANY GOOD COMPANIONS. BUT. BUT YOU BRING NONE OF THEM BACK. ONLY ROSE TYLER’S FACE. OF ALL OF THE FACES. OF EVERYONE I COULD HAVE SEEN AGAIN IN THAT SPECIAL, IT HAD TO BE BILLIE PIPER’S MEDIOCRE ACTING. REALLY? REALLY??

Saddest moment: When 10 regenerated

Most well done character death: Surprisingly enough, this show makes me care even about the one episode characters to the degree that I find their deaths frustrating. It’s pretty good at character deaths overall

Favourite guest star: Does Craig Owens count? Because he only had two appearances in total. And the second one was genuinely a surprise to me; I was sure that The Lodger would be a stand-alone, never to be seen again kind of deal

Favourite cast member: John Barrowman! David Tennant! Freema Agyeman! I love all three of them and seeing them in other things always makes me really happy!

Character you wish was still alive: I mean, Bill. Can you imagine if the lesbian companion had gotten to meet 13?? Death :D

One thing you hope really happens: Martha. I mean, come on. Jack is back, Jack warned the Doctor, promised to be there when needed. There’s no way Jack lost contact with Martha and Mickey, even with those two off in space fighting aliens alone. I’d love for this... very, very big plotline that is currently happening to include the Doctor’s old friends coming back once more to help.

Most shocking twist: I mean... I mean it’s gotta be this series’ Surprise Origin Story. Like, I still can’t quite comprehend that one.

When did you start watching/reading?: As mentioned above, when it first started airing in Germany

Best animal/creature: Does the TARDIS count as a creature? Because then Sexy wins!

Favourite location: THE TARDIS. I wish they’d show it more often just casually. I wanna see the companions hang out in there, I wanna see their rooms, see that indoor pool and stuff

Trope you wish they would stop using: "OH NO THE DALEKS ARE STILL ALIVE AFTER THE LAST TIME I TRIED GENOCIDE ON THEM *gasp*”... Like. The very first time they brought them “back from the dead”, it was really cool because as a newbie you never met them before but you get they are important. Then they were wiped out. And then they returned again. And okay, sure. So they were wiped out again. And miraculously survied again.

Look, I get it. Doctor Who has three recurring entities in the villain gallery who are like... obligatory - the Master, the Daleks and the Cybermen. But for the love of everything, stop trying to show it as a “surprise twist” that the bad guy is a Dalek like we all knew they’re coming they’re the cockroaches of the universe, they ALWAYS surprise, stop acting like we should be shocked that they’re back again.

Every time, the Doctor goes Pikachu meme but with sad eyes and like just... have the Doctor groan, kick a Dalek and go “not you again”, instead of “how did you POSSIBLY survive THIS? :O” because after the sixth miracuous survival of a genocide, it stops being a surprise twist... -_-

One thing this show/book/film does better than others: Clearly something, because it has me come back for more like a masochist despite me being a character-driven viewer - me, abandoning the show after the first series was very in character, because I’m attached to characters and if you routinely replace all the characters, that’s... not really my thing. Somehow, this show defies the odds there

Funniest moments: JACK FLIRTING WITH PEOPLE AND THE DOCTOR GOING “NO STOP THAT!” xDDD

Couple you would like to see: NONE. NO ROMANCE. KEEP THAT SHIT OUT OF MY DW!!! Urgh. Just give me fun found family space adventures. I swear ever since the cast announcement I have had a twitchy eyebrow waiting if they’ll push for Ryan/Yaz and so far I am sooo glad they are NOT. I just... want friendship and space adventures, no fucking romance. At all. Not with the Doctor, not between companions. No drama

Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: ...to stay in character, I have to say Dominic Sherwood. Partially because I am obsessed with him, but also because I WANNA HEAR HIS BRITISH ACCENT FOR A WHOLE ASS SERIES PLEASE

I would also like to see the return of James Marsters though. Time Heist teased by showing his face and acknowledging his existence in Doctor Who (it’s not like DW has acknowledged a whole lot of Torchwood canon so far, considering the catastrophic events TW has dealt with without the Doctor...), so that had me kind of hopeful he may at least cameo for an episode...

Favourite outfit: I looove Martha’s red leather jacket and Jack’s coat

Favourite item: The chameleon device

Do you own anything related to this show/book/film?: *clears throat awkwardly* ...Yes?

a metro card holder thingy with the TARDIS on it,

an I pin I have on my pencil case,

a necklace with a miniature TARDIS,

a necklace with the wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey quote in a swirl on it,

a necklace with a Weeping Angel pendant,

a mug with the 10th Doctor as a cat on it,

a lanyard with Police Call Box written all over and a miniature TARDIS dangling on it

a TARDIS dress,

a whoosh-sound making door opening TARDIS with size-fitting figures of the 10th Doctor, Jack, Martha, K9, Idris, 11, Rory and John Hart (it’s James Marsters’ pretty face, okay?),

a Funko Pop 10th Doctor,

another TARDIS but this one is smaller and can’t open,

a larger TARDIS that can open (and is the right size for my Doctor Whooves),

a Doctor Whooves (if that counts since he’s technically My Little Pony but also he’s the Doctor so like...),

a TARDIS-blue stuffed owl with Police Owl written on it,

the first four series on DVD,

a poster from the 50th Anniversary with the War Doctor walking away from an explosion and 10 and 11 on either side of him,

a pocket watch that is the chameleon device

What house/team/group/friendship group/family/race etc would you be in?: Mmmh I would like to be on the current team the most, I think? Generally speaking, their adventures were less intense than most others and I dig the family vibe

Most boring plotline: Boring, huh? There are always a couple stinkers, at least one in each series, but a really boring plotline was... Clara’s post-Impossible-Girl one. I LOVED her as the Impossible Girl, she was so interesting and I think that after she went into the Doctor’s timeline, the character should have been retired. Have her, I don’t know, dissolve there, since she is spread out through time. But that she stuck around was... not good, for her character? Her love drama with Danny was incredibly boring and not fun to watch (especially when she tried to kill the Doctor :D)

Most laughably bad moment: THAT FUCKING MOON EPISODE. THE FUCKING EPISODE WHERE THE FUCKING MOON TURNED INTO A FUCKING EGG AND AN ALIEN HATCHED TO THEN LAY A NEW MOON EGG IMMEDIATELY AFTER BEING BORN AND HUMANS JUST FUCKING SHRUGGED THAT SHIT OFF. Urgh. There are a lot of cringey things happening on this show, but this takes by far the crown. It was so stupid, so dumb, so ridiculous

Best flashback/flashfoward if any: Every time we learn more about the Doctor’s past *^*

Most layered character: I... I mean the Doctor. So many layers, so many lives, so many years

Most one dimensional character:Mh, this is harder... Among the not one-episode-off characters? I guess Nardole. Like, sure, good guy, but... not really all that deep that one

Scariest moment: Blink with the Weeping Angels. They lost A LOT of their scariness the more they were used - Moffat really overused them, in my opinion; they would have done better only appearing very rarely. But that first episode with them was just daaamn

Grossest moment: Cassandra?? Woman only made of skin?

Best looking male: CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS

Best looking female: MARTHA JONES

Who you’re crushing on (if any): Martha Jones

Favourite cast moment: John and David being cute behind the scenes is always amazing, but the bes moment is definitely the 500 Miles video!

Favourite transportation: The TARDIS, that’s not even a question!

Most beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise): Whenever we get to see (not destroyed) Gallifrey? It’s so gorgeous??

Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you:SO MANY AFTER THAT LAST SERIES. But also things like: Where did Clara fuck off to in her flying diner? What exactly is Jack doing now that there is no Torchwood anymore? How in the world did Torchwood ever even work like how was the Doctor just never around during these gigantic problems?? WHO WAS THE DOCTOR’S FIRST WIFE? And what was the Doctor’s child like? Because the only one ever even mentioned is the Doctor’s granddaughter Susan, but a granddaughter implies one more generation between. WHERE IS JENNY? Since she is also the Doctor’s daughter but also just fucked off into space and like why is she not trying to track her parent down??

Best promo: I mean, it clearly works when they show me Jack’s face so that’d be it for me :D”

At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: At the series 4 finale, as above more elaborately explained

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