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far-side-skies · 2 years ago

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Storm Hawks Writing Workshop Entry

*kicks the door down* IT'S HERE!!! Holy shit this took too long!

Here's my entry for @grimm-the-6th's writing workshop. A day in the life oneshot focused on my character Quiz Pharo.

I had a lot of fun with this despite the roadblocks. It's been ages since I last wrote proper fanfic and it shows, but hey, this got the words flowing and I'm looking forward to the next one.

Word Count - 1531

“Good morning, dearest.”

The day started, like most, with a mug of coffee and a kiss from his wife. A slow and easy morning of feeding the birds in his aviary breakfast before going to make some for himself. Quiz Pharo considered himself to be a man of simple needs.

“How was your father this week?” he asked over eggs and toast. Patricias was leaning on the kitchen counter opposite him, contentedly sipping on a blood bag.

“He’s doing well,” Patricias remarked. “A little restless, but who isn’t at his age?”

“Of course,” Quiz nodded, knowing that with his father-in-law, ‘restless’ could mean anything from wanting to hold a spontaneous fencing tournament to wanting to feast on every mortal he could get his teeth into for the next few nights.

“I also got a gift for you,” Patricias purred sweetly.

“Did you now?” Quiz asked in mock surprise. It wasn’t surprising at all; Patricias loved to share the finer things in life with him. But they did both love to play up the theatrics. “Oh darling, you shouldn’t have.”

The merb grinned and sauntered round towards him, “But I wanted to, sweetness. And I couldn’t resist when I saw these. You’ve been working so hard, and they go so perfectly with your eyes.”

“You’re torturing me with the suspense, love.”

Chuckling, Patricias drew out the black jewellery box she’d been hiding behind her back. It was leather, with a crest embossed into the middle in gold to match the clasps, and she opened it to reveal a set of shimmering red pearls. A necklace, bracelet, earrings and a brooch all gleamed up at him.

Quiz’s eyes went wide, “Are these..?”

“Blood pearls from Aquinos, yes,” Patricias crooned, “From father’s newest contact in the Mareenas. I’d like to see these in your family’s collection.”

“They’re beautiful.”

“And they’ll be beautiful on you.”

“I’m sure; you have excellent taste. I look forward to trying them on, but first; you need some sleep.”

“But darling,” Patricias protested.

“We have dinner reservations,” Quiz reminded her. He gently took the box from her hands and kissed her. “I like seeing you look your best, but I love seeing you feel your best first and foremost. I’ll wear these tonight, now go and rest.”

Patricias relented and drew back. “Okay then. You have a good morning now.”

“Sweet dreams. I’ll see you tonight.”

There was a smile on Quiz’s face as he watched Patricias leave for bed. When she was gone, he tidied up the kitchen before going back to the aviary and going through to one of the side rooms. One with a door emblazoned with Cyclonia’s insignia.

The room he entered was much like any other ‘quarantine’ room in which he kept any new arrivals to the aviary, however built for just a single occupant. One large, floor-to-ceiling enclosure decked out in live flora, branches and feeding platforms. Rushing water from the faux-rock fountains filled the air with a peaceful aura, and bright early morning sunlight filtered in through the greenhouse-glass ceiling.

“It is quite lovely here, isn’t it?” he asked, smiling lightly, “You know, sometimes even I never want to leave.”

The response he got came in the form of a baneful screech, “Piss off!”

Quiz dropped the smile. “Come on now. There’s no need for that language. We’re civilised gentlemen, are we not?”

The bird in centre enclosure – a comically small, chubby buzzard with heavy white patterning across its face. How fitting – scowled at him with beady brown eyes, feathers fluffed up in agitation.

“Whatever you’ve done to me, undo it right now!” it shouted, and clumsily flapped towards Quiz to rattle the mesh barrier with its beak. It moved like it didn’t quite know what to do with its own body. “Turn me back, this is humiliating!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that yet, Hermund,” Quiz said, shaking his head. “Not until you tell me what your squadmates are planning with your latest shift in tactics this past week.”

“So you can send that information off to Cyclonia? Fat chance,” Hermund spat. Quiz was only half-listening, more interested in how a Blusterian accent somehow managed to translate across into the pee-yow! shrieks of a common buzzard. Or perhaps that was just how his own mind translated the angry calls. “What kind of interrogation is this anyway?”

“One I’m sure you’d much prefer to the ‘conventional’ forms,” Quiz said without looking at his ‘guest’. “Believe me, there’s far worse people you could’ve been sent to than me. This might be ‘humiliating’, but at least it’s temporary. Provided you tell me what I’m after.”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

“I hear that a lot. It’s astounding how often it’s proven false.”

Hermund scowled at him and grit his beak shut. Mottled wings drew up to his ears, making Quiz raise an eyebrow.

“You’re pouting?” he asked. “Really?”

“No!”

“Quite unbecoming for the eldest member of the Buff Buzzards, no?”

“I’m not pouting!”

“If you say so. I’m afraid I do have to get going, there’s other guests I need to take care of. Don’t forget to eat your food, it’s right there.”

The man turned bird seemed surprised at those words. He hadn’t noticed Quiz sliding a tray of eggs and meat into the enclosure through a sliding panel.

“You’re feeding me?” he asked.

“Of course,” Quiz said, shrugging like it was completely obvious. “This isn’t a torture chamber. I treat all my residents the same; I feed them, house them, make sure they’re able to live comfortably for the duration of their stay. Think of it like a hotel.”

“Hotels let their guests leave whenever they want.”

“Hotels also take payment. Yours just so happens to be battle tactics.”

“Get bent, Cyclonian scum.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, “Been there, done that. I’ll be back later with dinner. Do make yourself at home. Or don’t.”

With that, he left the room, locking the door firmly behind him.

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It was mid-afternoon when Quiz came back to Hermund’s room with more food for the man. Said buzzard was currently perched on a branch in the middle of the enclosure. He’d clearly been waiting for him.

“Are you going to cooperate?” Quiz asked, though he got the feeling Hermund wouldn’t. Not today. “The sooner you tell me what I want, the sooner you can go home.”

“Who are you?” Hermund demanded.

Quiz shrugged, “It was worth a shot. Here, I have dinner.”

Yellow eyes scowled at him while he slid the food into the enclosure.

“Y’know, not everyone can talk to birds,” the buzzard said.

“I know. That’s why Cyclonia hires my services.”

“And they say someone who could was responsible for Cyclonia’s invasion of Merbia.”

At that, Quiz couldn’t help but smile with a knowing glint in his eyes.

“Did they now? And who’s ‘they’?”

“Some merbs. Refugees who got a good long look at the culprit.” Hermund’s eyes narrowed in thought. “It was you, wasn’t it? You were the one who leaked the intel on Merbia’s defences.”

“I knew you’d figure it out quickly Hermund,” Quiz congratulated, giving the bird some mocking applause. “Your file did say you were one of the sharpest of your squad.”

“Why?” Hermund asked, voice dripping with venom. “Merbia’s done nothing to anyone, they’re too scared. What did you have to gain from selling them out?”

“Cyclonia paid for it,” Quiz replied with a shrug. “A much better price than whatever the Free Atmos would’ve offered, too. Do you think this place runs on appreciation and well-wishes? I worked hard to make this aviary into a sanctuary and a learning space.”

“For Cyclonia?”

“Yes, for Cyclonia.”

Hermund was pacing now; waddling back and forth along the perch with confused agitation. Quiz could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

“You’ve got an avian tongue,” he muttered. “You turned me into this.”

“A common buzzard. I found it fitting.”

“Hush! There’s only one group of people capable of that, and their means to do so was stolen by…”

The bird stopped and slowly turned to look at Quiz, slackjawed. There was practically an audible ‘click!’ as the pieces fell into place for him.

“You. You’re that thieving bastard prince from Amazonia!”

“Rude, but not incorrect,” Quiz replied with a nod. Hermund gave an enraged screech and flung himself at the metal barrier between them both.

“Treacherous scumbag! All this because you lost a throne?!”

“Oh I never wanted the throne. Though I’m a little concerned about who’s next in line for it. My sister is quite unpleasant.”

“You’re sick.”

“I think you’ll find I’m perfectly healthy.”

“…Why tell me this?” Hermund growled, “Why let me figure this out? It won’t get me to tell you anything.”

“Oh but it will,” Quiz said with an innocent smile. “See, now you’re at a fork in the path. You can tell me nothing and selflessly protect your squadron, but at the cost of your freedom, your humanity and the chance to tell the Buzzards what they’re up against. Or you can cave in and trade information for your freedom.”

Hermund didn’t say a word.

“I’ll let you think about it. Goodnight, Hermund.”

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Did I make Hermund up on the fly for this? Yes. Yes I did. Was it fun? Absolutely, and now my brain is taking off with the desire to flesh him out some more.

Also yes! Quiz and Patricias (my dracula parrot character) are married! I don't think I ever revealed that here on Tumblr.

#storm hawks #storm hawks writing workshop #storm hawks fanfic #storm hawks fic #quiz pharo #patricias fulgidum

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twiddle-dee-twiddle-dumb · 3 years ago

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A/N - I was bored in the office. There’s nothing much to do and an idea for ficlets, drabbles for Haikyuu Boys came into my mind. So here it goes…

WAS SUPPOSED TO ADD USHIJIMA HERE BUT I'M ALREADY TOO SPENT. HAHAHAHAUHSHSHAJSSAJSJK (TT-----TT)

HAIKYU! BOYS & S/O ARGUED BEFORE AN IMPORTANT EVENT

Toru Oikawa

Warning: slightly suggestive (???); jealousy, jealousy; provocation

It's something petty, honestly. It's just because you didn't hear what he was trying to say since you are busy making dinner in the kitchen. And that you made him repeat what he said three times. THREE TIMES. That is enough to make Toru feel neglected. You knew that there's a change in his demeanor so you apologized but he ignored you all through out the dinner. He's stubborn and you knew better than to push further. You both went to bed not speaking to each other. I mean, Oikawa not speaking to you.

The next morning, hours before the event, he went to work early. He just left a note on the fridge. "I'll go to the party. I brought my party clothes in the office. Attend if you want to." you crumpled the piece of paper you're holding and you're gritting through your teeth. You are seething with anger that Toru chose war—he chose to prolong this petty drama, so be it.

It's time to change the plans. He already knows what you're gonna wear. Well, since it has come to this point, you decide to go to an emergency shopping. You bought a red open back dress with a low neckline paired with a white gold chandelier earrings and chandelier choker necklace. Show-stopping, attention-grabbing like he wanted.

You drove to the venue, not informing your husband that you're gonna dang see him at the party. You arrived earlier than him. You greeted everyone you know at the party. They were complimenting you, men and women alike. However, people can't help but ask where your husband is. "He is still quite occupied but he'll arrive shortly." is what you tell them and try to swerve the point of the conversation to them.

Not moments later, Oikawa entered the scene as pointed out by someone in your circle. You see him greet everybody who comes in his way. Looking at him right now, he's still as popular and handsome as before (too bad, he's being a real bitch to you). You turned back you attention to your social circle before he could see you looking at him.

It was not that long when you felt a scorching gaze from across the room. You feigned indifference. You knew who it was. Your phone kept on buzzing. Taking your phone out of your purse, you checked who it was thinking it was an emergency at home or your parents' house. It was just Toru—bombarding you with messages and missed calls. Trying to get my attention I see, you thought. You glanced at his direction, for mere seconds, before turning your attention to back to your phone. With no intention to reply, you returned your phone back inside the pouch. Two can play this game.

Until you caught a whiff of his cologne and felt something being placed on your shoulders, covering your back. You eyed him, expression unreadable. "I'm afraid we're going to go home early, sweetheart.", he whispered in your ear as you feel the pressure of his grip on your side.

"So, we're talking now?", raising an eyebrow, you can't help but retort, pushing his buttons even more, even though you know that you're going to pay the consequences for the rest of the night.

Tetsurou Kuroo

Warning: suggestive; provocation; innuendos

Kuroo informed you that the company anniversary is coming up and he's bringing you along for the party. The day before the event, you decided to go to the dresser to get your hair done. It was going well until the dresser made a mistake which resulted to your hair a tad shorter that it was. The dresser apologized profusely. The poor girl was nearly in tears. You just laughed it off, reassuring her that it's fine. Not really making a big deal out of the nagging feeling that your husband might react. Oh please, hair grows back. Plus, it doesn't look bad. You looked more glowing so maybe that mistake isn't bad after all.

When you got home, Kuroo was acting weird. He kept on glancing at you like you're someone unfamiliar. When he saw you at the door, he just stared at you with his brows furrowed. When you were eating dinner, he was awfully quiet. Usually, he would tell you about his day at the office but to day, he's painstakingly silent.

"Babe, is there something wrong?" you asked again for the umpteenth time. Because clearly, something's wrong. He just evades or refuses to answer. But, this time, you pressed further. "Come on, tell me."

"Your hair!" he answered, voice slightly higher than the usual with a slight anger undertone. Of course, you we're expecting some reaction but not like this. You were surprised. You know how much he adored your long hair. You were even more surprised that he's noticed. Oh my dork, baby.

"Well, the dresser kind of made a mistake so we end up cutting it." you reasoned which he responded with a grunt. He's really sulky about this. "I apologize for the accident. But love, it's just four inches long and it's going to grow back in time."

"NO." he said. you gawked at him. Shocked at his response.

"Ruru, you're being a baby about this."

He proceeded to ignore you. He isn't usually like this. Most of the times he listens to actual reasons. You just shrugged it off, thinking that he'll come back around in the morning.

Oh boy, he's still that sulky little kid with a cold reception. He ate the breakfast you made him though but he went to work in haste. Guess, you really need to do something to rectify your situation as you start to get annoyed. He's smart but he's acting like a dummy right now. It's just hair and he perfectly knows that hair grows back.

It's only hours before the event, you're rummaging your closet for something to wear. You settled with a salmon pink pantsuit with a white chiffon string strap as an innerwear. you brought out your cream faux leather block heel sandals. You also laid out all the accessories you want to wear for this event.

You start prepping up for the event. "Testu, babe. I'll be a bit late.", you texted him but this motherfucking child had the guts to purposely leave you on read.

You put your hair in a messy half bun adorned with cute pearl accent hairpins whilst curling the remaining hair into soft waves. (Makes your hair a bit shorter, heh.) You're going for the Smokey eye look and those cat eyeliner is popping. you put on the accessories. you even wore ear cuffs for some additional swag.

All satisfied with your vibe, you took a cab to the company. When you arrived, you were greeted by the people you know while they ushered you to where your husband is. When you arrived at the table, he still hasn't spoken a word. Trying not to get the silent treatment under your skin, you excused your self to socialize with the people you know. As you kept on chitchatting with them, someone pointed out that your husband is sending weird glares to your direction. You told told them to pay him no mind.

You occasionally push your hair behind your ear or play with your hair like subtle flips while laughing with your friends. Partly provoking, trying to get Kuroo to look at the angle of your jaw and neck with your new hairdo. You got compliments because of your more fresh and glowing look.

Your phone kept on vibrating in your pocket. It was Kuroo. Ranting about what you're doing. You can't help but play with fire so you replied only with "Oh, so now we're talking?" inwardly smirking, you think you had the upper hand.

"Party's over. We're going home. There are things we needed to discuss." he replied back. Not long before a hand touched your lower back and the voice you badly want to hear was murmuring excuses and goodbyes to the people at the party while casually leading you to exit.

Oh sweet, you've never been more excited to go home than tonight.

#hq oikawa #hq kuroo #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu time skip #haikyuu fic #kuroo testuro #oikawa toru #hq fluff #ficlet #drabble #short fiction #i just wrote this out on a whim

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cultureoftoday · 2 years ago

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Takeaways from British Vogue- July 2022

If you are anything like me you read vogue, but you would also be on a budget of any other teen/young adult. So here are my takeaways on this month's edition of British vogue and how you can get inspiration, without having to sell your soul for products. This will also be the start of a new series of mine so if you agree or are interested please stay tuned.

A lot happened with this month's edition so let's get into it. The queen herself Beyonce appeared on this month's cover drowning in velvet. However, that is not the only royalty in this edition, as the future queen consort Camila Parker Bowles is celebrating her 75th birthday and was also interviewed with vogue. This is somewhat symbiotically linked with the ITV documentary and the recent debate in the UK regarding rehabilitating Camila's public image. I will not comment on this I just thought it was worth pointing out. Starting with the trends section we are shown the rise of the 'tuck and go shoulder bag'. Which I agree is a must for anyone. However let's be honest, no one really wants to dish out a minimum of £205 for one of Vogue's recommended bags. For an alternative, I would recommend one from new look: Black Faux Croc Chain Shoulder Bag | New Look

Jewelry was a big emphasis this month. So much that to comment on every point would have me here all day so I'll do an overview. Layers of gold are the winning style at the moment, the word 'gilded' on page 43 struck me actually following the met gala theme of gilded glamour not two months ago. Heavy themes of precious stones and nature also are taking center stage in the jewelry section. Anything gold featuring pearls and agate is your best option. This was combined with plant-shaped necklaces, brooches, and earrings as well as enough snake-shaped accessories to put 2020 Dracotok to shame. My personal favourite piece featured however was a cherry blossom necklace by Chopard. so here is a few of my recs: -Gold Faux Pearl Pendant Layered Chain Necklace | New Look -Snake Pendant Necklace for Women Trendy Necklace Animal Snake Jewelry (soufeel.co.uk) -Pendant earrings - Gold-coloured/White - Ladies | H&M GB (hm.com)

Now, am I saying that an editor for vogue took inspiration from top gun maverick? no, all I am saying is that it's an odd coincidence that Aviator sunglasses only just over a month after the release of the movie, although I definitely don't blame them.

Vogue mentioned 'waterside chic' this month, which I can only describe as if the old money aesthetic went on holiday and met a vsco girl. The Mario Badescu spray was a welcome comeback for me and a highly recommended product (and only £11.50).

Vogue visionaries made its first appearance with Nikkie Tutorials, a welcome and deserved debut choice which can be seen on the British vogue youtube channel.

With us being fully in the summer now, holiday essentials were scattered across this edition. An emphasis is put on sustainable swimwear, saturated warm colors, and woven bags. All attributed to what I believe to be a more mature evolution of the coconut girl aesthetic. A few of my recs for this are: -Red sustainable bikini top -H&M swimsuit -Next straw bag

So that's all for this month! We've got nature-inspired jewelry, saturated summerwear, waterside chic, and the tuck-and-go bag! Come back next month for my takeaways from the August 2022 edition.

#vogue uk #vogue magazine #fashion #style #beauty #vogue #makeup #beyonce #editorial #high fashion #runway #design #beyonce vogue

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sims4royalsandimperials · 3 years ago

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1314 Santa Del Mar St., Oasis Springs, New Nagara - 10:15 am

Maria: Sue’s almost ready, Ben! She looks gorgeous in her dress! Ohhh, I’m so excited to see the look on her face. Benjamin: She will be, too, once I give her the one thing that’ll remind her of home, again.

Susanna: Well, Sue. You look royal wedding ready! *chuckles* *Knock knock knock* Susanna: That’s my cue!

Benjamin: *in a faux-Lunarian Simlish accent* Susanna, you look splendid. But this outfit isn’t complete without a certain piece of jewelry. Susanna: Oh? Benjamin: Please kneel, princess. Susanna: *laughing* What? Benjamin: Just do it, just do it!

*Benjamin bestows upon Susanna some pearl clip-on earrings, a heart locket necklace, and a new tiara.*

Benjamin: Her Imperial Highness, Princess Susanna of Newcrest. Susanna: Ben... They look amazing! Thank you so much. Benjamin: Why don’t we take a selfie to see how we look? Susanna: Okay!

Maria: Ohh, Susanna. You look amazing! Why don’t I get a picture of you two?

Meanwhile, at Parlin Manor, Willow Grace, Kenauria -

Whitney: Kaya, please hold still. Kaya: Well, then, stop stepping on my veil. *chuckles* Melaura: How do you feel, Kaya? Kaya: It still feels like I’m just Princess Kaya of Newcrest. Happily raising her two kids.

Ayla: Well, I for one am excited to see you marry someone who actually loves you back. Kaya: Yeah, I guess I did get lucky with Mikey, didn’t I?

Amalia-Louise: My brother loves you to bits, Ky. And he also loves Robby and Elsie like his own. Kaya: Glad your mother agreed to allow him to adopt them. Efren, well... Amalia-Louise: He messed up. But we’re thankful he isn’t gonna spoil your guys’ big day. Kaya: You’re right, Lou-Malise.

Ayla: Hey, that’s Sue! Is she coming to the wedding, Ky?

Kaya: ...Uhh... well, no. She isn’t. Amalia-Louise: Well, is she out on engagement, is she sick? What happened to her? Kaya: She was kidnapped while in Windenburg with my parents, five years ago. They haven’t found her.

Ayla: My watcher. After all the international media coverage, one would think someone would have a clue. Whitney: Yeah, one would think. Melaura: As much as I miss Sue, I also know we have a wedding to focus on. Let’s all finish getting ready.

Robert: Hey, Mikey. Do you have a minute?

Michael: Sure, buddy. What can I do for ya? Robert: Well, I’ve been thinking about something, I know my real daddy’s with the watcher up above, but you’re about to marry my Mama. Michael: Robby, even though you’re gonna be my son, I don’t want you or Elsie to forget your father. He loved you two as much as I do now.

Robert: Okay. Then I guess this next question will be easy to ask.

Michael: Go ahead. I’m all ears, kiddo. Robert: Can we call you “dad?”

Michael: Robby, do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you ask me that? Of course, you two can call me dad.

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closedafterdark · 4 years ago

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Hello! Big fan of your work. This is my very first ask on tumblr. I know writing three somes is asking a lot so I want to be respectful and I totally understand if you don't want to, but could you someday write a three some of Jessica and Taeyeon competing to get S/O to cum? Huge bonus if it has lots of feet/foot stuff.

I’m not into foot stuff so yeah.

“Are you okay, babe?”

You turn to your left and see your girlfriend, Jessica Jung staring at you. She knew meeting new people wasn’t your strong suit. The two of you were at a fancy black tie event hosted by her close friend, Kim Taeyeon.

“We don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

“N-No. I’m fine. I know how much this means to you. Taeyeon’s special.”

“Awh, baby. It’s really okay, we can just spend a nice relaxing night at home. Order in, watch a romantic movie, maybe take a hot bubble bath together...” she said, biting her lip at her last statement. You laughed softly.

“We can do all those things after this, princess.”

Jessica leans over and gives you a kiss on the lips.

“I love you, baby.”

“Love you too.”

Jessica wore a beautiful red dress that had a silky feel to it, it hugged her figure perfectly. She purposely made sure a generous amount of cleavage was shown, loving to tease you whenever you two went out in public.

“You look amazing, baby.” you said.

She laughed and wrapped her arms around your neck, still holding onto a glass of champagne. She chose to wear minimal makeup, if any at all. You thought she was beautiful with it, but even more so without. Her normally straight hair was styled into waves for tonight, giving her a sexier, more mature look.

“Gotta look my best when my man looks this yummy.” she said, biting your lower lip. “You smell really really good too, babe.”

You fixed her hair as your hands made their way down to her butt. Jessica bit her lip as she stared at you.

“You’re being so bad, baby. Touching my ass in public...” she teased.

“It’s not my fault it looks amazing in this dress. But even better naked.” you said as your words sent shivers throughout her body.

“This isn’t a private bathroom, you two.”

Both of you stop kissing each other and see Taeyeon staring at you two with a hand on her hips.

“I know you love him, Sica. But couldn’t you two at least wait until after the party to be all gross?” she said, slightly laughing.

“Unnie...” Jessica ran over and hugged Taeyeon tightly.

“Psh. You only call me unnie when you want something.” Taeyeon said, softly hitting Jessica’s back.

“Oh, unnie. This is my boyfriend. Babe, come say hi to Taeyeon.” Jessica said, motioning you to come over with her hand.

“So, you are the famous boyfriend Jessica has told me so many stories about...” she said to you. Taeyeon was slightly shorter than Jessica, yet just as beautiful. Her hair was much darker and her bangs were neatly styled. She wore a black dress, a bit shorter than Jessica’s and possibly even tighter. She complimented the look with a pearl necklace and matching earrings. Both women wore heels that were the same color as their dresses.

“You sure know how to pick them, Jess. I hope he’s a lot better than the last one.” Taeyeon said, observing you like you were under a microscope.

“He is, unnie. I really love him.” Jessica said, hugging you.

“You two are cute” Taeyeon said before a man approached her and whispered something into her ear.

“Looks like duty calls. It was nice meeting you.”

As Jessica and Taeyeon hugged, you see Taeyeon slip her a small unmarked envelope.

“This is my personal hotel room key. Make sure you and him are ready for me.” Taeyeon whispered, just loud enough for Jessica to hear. Taeyeon waves at you before heading off to greet other guests.

“What was that all about?” you asked Jessica when she returned to you.

“Remember how I said we can have a relaxing night at home? Why don’t we have that in a hotel room instead.” she said, biting her lower lip and flashing bedroom eyes at you.

“Babe, you can’t be serious-”

Jessica smiled before tiptoeing and whispers into you ear. Your eyes widen as your brain tries to process her words. Your shock was replaced with excitement and a palpable heartbeat. Jessica backs away and sees you response.

“I take it you’d like to go to the hotel room now?”

“Y-Yes, please!”

Jessica giggles and gives you a kiss on the lips. “Let’s go, baby.”

You pulled Jessica’s hair to the side as you stood behind her inside the elevator. Your arms were wrapped around her, one of your hands softly squeezing her breast, causing her to softly hit you.

“Babe, can’t you wait?” she laughed.

“You just look so good, mommy.” You said, squeezing her breast once more as you kiss her neck.

“I can feel you poking my ass.”

The two of you arrived on the 18th floor and walked along the bright, modern hallway. The rooms were spaced out, you assumed these could only be afforded by the elite.

Now outside the large looking suite, Jessica quickly taps the keycard on the sensor, turning from red to green to signal the door is now unlocked. Jessica excitedly kicks off her heels and wastes no time capturing your lips. As you struggle to take remove your shoes, she helps you out of your coat and quickly gets rid of your tie.

“Baby, slow down. We haven’t even reached the living room.” you said in between kisses. Jessica began kissing you fiercely, cupping your face with her warm hands. This sent shivers down your entire body.

“Mommy can’t wait that long.” she said, sucking on your neck.

As Jessica unbuttons your shirt and tosses it across the room, she plants kisses all over your chest and makes her way down.

“But, babe...” you said as she started unbuckling your belt.

“We’ve never had sex in such a fancy hotel room before. Isn’t it exciting?” she said as she slowly got on her knees and looked up at you.

You had to admit, you were excited. You and Jessica had sex in many hotel rooms, but nowhere near as nice as this one. Jessica seduced you with her faux innocent eyes as she unzipped your pants until they slipped right off. Her hands were extremely warm, your heart began beating wildly as you watched her squeal with excitement as she took off your boxers.

“Look at how hard you are, baby.” she said, smirking. She nuzzled her face against your very hard cock, as you felt her nose rub against your shaft and the softness of her lips.

“Mommy...” you moaned.

“I love sucking your dick, baby.” she said softly as her tongue slid from your balls all the way to the tip, coating you in saliva.

“Ahh... that feels good...” you said loudly.

She teased you, drawing circles around your tip with her soft tongue and puckering her lips up and down.

“You’re so yummy” she said as she sucked the precum out of you. She tilted her head and took your balls inside her mouth. “Do you know how much I thought about sucking your cock in the ballroom?”

“Mommy...” you moaned once more as she pushed you against the wall entering the hotel room.

She made sure to lick every inch of you, leaving trails of saliva behind.

“Do you want mommy to suck your cock now?” she asked, smiling sweetly at you.

“P-Please, mommy. Please suck my cock”

“Okay, baby. But don’t be too loud, okay? We don’t want too many people to hear you.” Jessica said as her soft, wet lips began to wrap themselves around the tip of your cock.

“Fuck...” you moaned as she began sucking.

“Shh, baby. That’s too loud.” she said, as her tongue twirled around your tip.

Jessica started sucking your cock harder, wrapping her lips all the way down to your base. You started looking somewhere, anywhere to prevent you from cumming too early.

“Baby, why aren’t you focused on mommy?” Jessica asked, stroking your cock as she spat on it.

“It feels... t-too good...”

Jessica pouted, grabbing your cock and slapping her cheeks with it repeatedly. “Mommy is trying to make you feel good and you’re busy looking at the hotel room?”

More precum leaked out of you as you watched Jessica’s own spit stick onto her face. The sound she made every time your cock made contact with her cheeks was erotic.

“Good boy. Watch mommy suck your cock” she said, smiling as she planted kisses all over your dick. You moaned as Jessica stroked you while bringing your balls back into her mouth.

Jessica continued giving you a blowjob. You admired her techniques, as you felt her throat making contact with the tip of your cock. She did her best to hold onto it for as long as she could.

“Baby?” she said, kissing your tip. “Use mommy’s mouth as your fucktoy, okay?”

Your cock twitched in her hand while she stroked you.

You held onto Jessica’s long, brown hair with one hand while caressing the back of her head with the other. You quickly began thrusting in her mouth, feeling you hit the back of her throat as her saliva dripped down onto your balls and her beautiful red dress. The gagging sounds coming out of Jessica’s mouth were simply delightful. Her eyes began to water as you continued to thrust deeper and harder into her throat. You were extremely aroused by the sensation of repeatedly hitting the back of her throat and the feeling of her saliva drenching your cock.

“Mommy’s doing so well.” you said.

Jessica smiled as her lips withdrew slowly until they remained latched onto the tip of your cock. She began gently sucking on it, fondling your balls with her warm fingers.

“Does baby like when mommy sucks his cock like this?” she said, stroking your shaft.

“I love you, mommy.”

“I love you too, baby. Now don’t cum too quickly, okay?” she said as she jammed her throat back onto your cock, causing you to almost lose balance. She jerked you hard and fast as her tongue circled around your balls. You moaned loudly as the pleasure took over your body. It traveled in waves as she continued to suck your dick. You felt yourself nearing your limit.

“Tsk, tsk. Already going to cum for mommy?” she said, licking her lips.

“You k-know?” you moaned.

“Of course, baby. Mommy owns your cock.” she said, gently kissing your tip.

As Jessica resumed her blowjob, she used various speeds to give you even more pleasure. Her hand fondled your balls, overwhelming you with pleasure. You watched her breasts jiggle through her dress as you held onto her head, running your fingers through her hair as she bobbed up and down. Jessica’s moans vibrated through your cock as you felt her suck the life out of you.

“J-Jess... Mommy...” you moaned. “I’m...”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence as you felt the sensation travel from your head to your toes. Jessica moaned as she felt you erupt inside her warm and wet mouth. You pushed her head all the way down to your base as wave after wave of semen traveled through your entire length and coated her mouth. Her eyes pierced yours as they crinkled, making sure she fully drained you. To your surprise, Jessica didn’t swallow your load yet. She pooled it all in her mouth, swirling it around before tilting her head up and letting you see it travel down her throat.

Her innocent smile afterwards was anything but, licking her lips as she hummed in satisfaction.

You leaned against the wall as Jessica made sure to lick your cock clean. Your eyes began getting heavy as you slowly sank to the ground and closed your eyes.

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“He’s so hard even when he’s asleep...” you heard a voice saying, causing you to wake up.

You felt the soft, cold bedsheets on your back. Unsure how you got there, your body began to move and you realized you were naked under the blanket. You tried opening your eyes, but couldn’t.

“He’s been asleep for awhile now. Can I wake him up?” the voice asked.

“Of course, unnie.” you finally heard Jessica’s angelic voice.

The sensation of a warm tongue touching your cock caused you to have goosebumps, as it spread its warmth and wetness over your head.

“Unnie, he likes it like this.” Jessica said, as you felt her familiar mouth take your cock and slowly suck on your tip.

“Does he like this?” the other woman asked Jessica, flicking her tongue on your frenulum. You felt warm saliva dripping from your cock before two pairs of puckered lips moved up and down on both sides of your shaft.

“Looks like he’s finally waking up.” you heard them giggling.

“Unnie, you can have him first!” Jessica said.

As your eyes slowly opened up, you see both women on the bed.

“Hi, baby!” Jessica said, smiling sweetly at you. Both women were also naked, but you saw a discarded pair of bra and panties on the ground. You knew it was Taeyeon’s since Jessica stopped wearing panties around you since you kept ripping them off during sex. And while you loved titfucking Jessica when she wore bras, she wanted to make things easier for you and not wear one tonight. Jessica was planting kisses all over your cock.

“You’re finally awake, handsome guy.” Taeyeon said, laughing while stroking your cock with her hands.

“I told you to have him ready by the time I arrived, Sica.” Taeyeon said before taking you inside her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down while her tongue swirled around your tip. Her lips formed an airtight seal as she applied a soft suction on you. Her blowjob was slightly similar to Jessica’s, but you preferred your girlfriend’s more.

“Unnie! It’s not my fault my blowjob was so good he passed out after I swallowed him cum!” Jessica pouted, puffing her cheeks before kissing Taeyeon on the lips.

You were aroused, albeit a bit confused. Here you were, watching your girlfriend and her incredibly hot friend wrestle their tongues and assert dominance over one another.

“You’re such a slut, Sica.” Taeyeon said as she gently rubbed Jessica’s pussy. “Look at how wet you are after kissing me.”

“I-I’m not! I was already wet when I gave him head.” Jessica moaned as Taeyeon inserted a finger inside her.

“Tsk, tsk. Lying to your unnie while pretending to be innocent for your boyfriend. Tell me, handsome boy. Do you know how old this slut is?”

“U-Unnie!” Jessica moaned.

“She’s five years older than you. She normally doesn’t date younger guys. But she went on and on about you after she met you. Look at how dripping wet she is for me?” Taeyeon said as she removed her fingers and showed you Jessica’s juices.

“U-Unnie, stop. I love my boyfriend...”

Taeyeon pushed her fingers inside Jessica one last time before she pushed her back to you. Jessica started kissing you as you hugged her, desperate to show Taeyeon she loved you more. She squeezed your cheeks, doing her best to assert dominance over you.

“Mommy loves you, baby. You and only you. You know that, right?” she asked, a hint of sadness in her voice.

“Mommy?” Taeyeon asked, leaning onto her hand as she stared at the two of you. “You want to know why Sica loves being called that? Because she was always a bottom whenever we had sex. I was... no, I still am the true mommy.”

“Baby, it’s not true. I-I’ve always been the mommy in all of my relationships. Show her. Show her why mommy loves you.” Jessica said, kissing you.

Before you could do anything, Taeyeon’s lips captured your own. Taeyeon’s were much softer and fuller than Jessica’s. You weren’t going to admit it out loud, but you preferred Taeyeon’s more.

“This is so hot. My unnie and my boyfriend making out.” Jessica said, grabbing a fistful of Taeyeon’s hair. As she snuck herself underneath the covers, you felt her hand grab onto your cock.

“Baby... you’re so hard!”

“He’s... ahh... hard for me.” Taeyeon said as you began sucking on her neck while fondling her breasts. They were smaller than Jessica’s, but full enough on your hand.

Jessica continued slowly stroking you while smiling. “Keep touching her baby, it’s making me so wet.”

You held onto Taeyeon’s soft breasts as you took one of her pretty pink nipples in your mouth. Taeyeon moaned as your cock was pulsating in Jessica’s hand. Precum began leaking out, which Jessica happily licked up.

Taeyeon carefully removed you from her tits before going to Jessica’s side and grabbing a handful of hers. “Baby, you don’t know how lucky you are. I miss grabbing these every night. Look at how nice and big these are. They’re so soft...”

“Unnie. They’re not that big, Soonkyu’s are bigger...” Jessica moaned.

“Shut up, whore. They’re the reason so many of the boys in university wanted to sleep with you.”

“Unnie! I’m not a slut! I didn’t even sleep with that many guys. Most of them I just sucked their cock or titfucked them to completion.”

“Let’s see what your boyfriend prefers then.” Taeyeon said.

They both sat on your arms and pushed their breasts against your own chest.

“Baby.” Jessica, said giving you a quick peck on the lips. “Who is prettier between me and this old whore?”

“You’re only a month younger, bitch!” Taeyeon said. “But I agree. Don’t you think I’m prettier than this slut?” She pulled on Jessica’s hair.

Both women rubbed their breasts on you, awaiting your answer.

“Were you guys always this competitive?” you asked.

“Of course. One time, we brought a guy home to see who would fuck him better. Poor bastard came after a 30 second blowjob.” Taeyeon scoffed.

“Please, unnie. It was more like 15 and I didn’t even get to suck his cock!” Jessica whined.

“Answer us already.” Taeyeon said, annoyed. “Do you think your girlfriend is prettier than me?”

“N-No” you said. “I think my girlfriend is much prettier.”

“I can’t deny that.” Taeyeon said, rubbing her hands across your chest and stomach.

“Who do you think has nicer tits?” Jessica asked, twirling her hair on her fingers as she bit her lower lip.

“Choose wisely.”

“Why don’t you feel them?” Taeyeon asked as she smothered your face with hers. Jessica softly giggled as she placed your hand on hers. You sucked on Taeyeon’s nipples gently, drawing circles with your tongue.

“That feels so good...” Taeyeon moaned, running her fingers through your hair.

“Answer, boy. Which do you want to play with more?”

“Jessica.” you said quickly, not removing your hand from hers. Instead, you were now fondling both. “I love yours, but if I could only have one for the rest of my life, I choose her.”

“Tch, whatever. Just cause yours are bigger you slut.” Taeyeon scoffed.

“Unnie, we promised not to be jealous remember?” Jessica said as she captured Taeyeon’s lips.

Now both women laid on their stomachs and turned over.

“Which ass do you want to slap most?” Jessica asked, as she wiggled hers in front of you. You pondered the question for a bit, hesitant of the reaction the woman not chosen would give.

One simple, loud smack resonated throughout the bedroom. When you moved aside, Taeyeon’s butt was a shade of red, showing your handprint from where you slapped her. She giggled in response while Jessica looked at you, hurt. She got off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

Before you could chase after her, you felt Taeyeon hold onto your wrist.

“Don’t mind her. She always gets sulky when isn’t chosen for every category of our “test”. We’ve done this on a few guys now and you aren’t the only guy who’s chosen me for best ass.”

“Baby...” you said.

“Is her ass really better than mine?” Jessica softly asked.

You weren’t sure how to respond.

“Face it, whore. You might have bigger tits and a pretty face, but my blowjob skills and ass are superior.” Taeyeon teased.

“Be quiet, slut.” Jessica growled. “I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Rawr. So feisty. Where is this aggressiveness whenever I make you cum?” Taeyeon said, grabbing Jessica’s hair and pushing her back on the bed. The two of them began kissing. Well, more like Taeyeon inserting her tongue inside Jessica’s mouth. Taeyeon was so rough that their lips would create a loud popping sound each time they disconnected.

As Taeyeon deepened the kisses, Jessica’s hands moved from Taeyeon’s breasts down to her lower back.

“I told you she was a slut.” Taeyeon teased. “All you have to do is kiss her aggressively and make sure she knows who’s in control.”

Jessica tried to remove Taeyeon’s lips until she was met with Taeyeon fondling her breasts roughly. Jessica responded by slapping Taeyeon’s ass loudly.

“Baby, this whore is lying to you. If I am a slut, and I’m not saying I am - It would only be for you!”

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Taeyeon said as she placed her hand between Jessica’s legs, spreading them wide open.

“None of your business, slut.” Jessica said before moaning as Taeyeon planted kisses on her neck and chest. Taeyeon’s ass was still being fondled by her.

“Look at how loud you’re moaning from me using my mouth. Just admit your boyfriend loves when I suck his cock!”

Jessica puffed her cheeks in anger before grabbing onto Taeyeon’s shoulders and roughly pushing her onto the bed.

“Hey-!”

Jessica parted Taeyeon’s folds with her tongue, her lips brushing softly against her clit. Taeyeon moaned as she held onto Jessica’s hair. She consumed the streams of juices, making sure not to waste anything.

“Oh my god...” Taeyeon moaned, her voice cracking from Jessica’s tongue.

“This is for being mean to me in front of my boyfriend.” Jessica continued drinking Taeyeon’s juices, her body becoming sensitive with each pucker of Jessica’s lips.

You stood there, aroused at the sight. Your hand begins to grip your cock, and as you begin stroking yourself, Taeyeon smirks at you.

“Are you enjoying this, baby?” she asked in a condescending tone.

“Y-Yes” you said, continuing to be a bystander. Taeyeon pushed Jessica’s head deeper into her crotch, her moans getting louder as she felt her lips on her pussy.

“Your mouth is so slutty for mommy.” Taeyeon moaned.

You couldn’t resist any longer. You pulled Jessica from between Taeyeon’s legs and began kissing her. You tasted Taeyeon’s juices. They were sweet, but nothing could beat the taste of Jessica.

“Mommy tastes so sweet.” you said, panting as Jessica finally let go of your lips.

“I do, don’t I baby? I’m glad you think so. Now for the final test, we...”

You slap Taeyeon’s ass as hard as you could before pushing your cock inside her. She screamed, you knew Taeyeon was tight from seeing her body but not this tight. Her walls gripped onto your shaft, pulling you in.

“Baby!”

You fucked Taeyeon rough and fast. Normally, sex with Jessica was slow and tender whenever she didn’t like being full mommy mode. But the thought of being inside her best friend awakened an animalistic urge in you. Your mind was clouded in lust, all you thought about was giving Taeyeon the pounding of her life. She quickly adjusted herself to you. You were able to move in and out of her with no problem.

“Fuck! You’re so aggressive, baby!” she cried.

“Baby, I’ve never seen this side of you. You’re so...”

You slapped both of Taeyeon’s ass cheeks and pulled out, pushing Jessica’s face on the bed as you stuffed your girlfriend just as fast.

“Fuck! Baby...” she cried loudly, clenching the bed sheets below.

Both of them kissed each other as you alternated between sticking your cock inside each woman. Taeyeon was tight, painfully so. You loved her body and wouldn’t mind fucking her every night. Jessica was a lot more curvy, her breasts, ass and hips drawing you in on your very first date. And while both women competed, your answer was always going to be Jessica. Every single time. Jessica was someone you could see yourself spending your entire life with. She loved you for you.

You were currently inside Jessica, one of your hands alternating between holding her hip and ass while the other played with her large breasts. You felt them jiggle from you pounding her pussy. Jessica’s moans of pleasure were being drowned out by Taeyeon pushing her head onto her pussy. The three of you formed a train of pleasure.

“That’s it. Eat mommy’s pussy.” Taeyeon moaned. “Baby, you better fuck mommy next!”

“You’re so greedy.” you said, slapping Jessica’s ass once more.

“Enough of this.” Taeyeon said, pushing Jessica from your cock and lining it up with her pussy. “Fuck mommy now.”

“You slut! I was about to cum!”

“I was too...” you quietly said.

“Good! Now you get to cum inside me.” Taeyeon smiled as you began fucking her in the same manner as Jessica. “Pound mommy’s tight slutty pussy!”

You slapped her ass hard.

“Fuck, baby!”

Your balls collided with Taeyeon’s pussy lips with each thrust. You returned to fucking both women at two minute intervals. Both of them screamed every time you entered them, getting jealous when you fucked the other.

“Fuck me! No, fuck me!”

Taeyeon slapped Jessica’s tits every time you were fucking her while Jessica pulled on Taeyeon’s hair and told her not to enjoy herself too much. Every slap of Jessica’s tits caused you to fuck Jessica even harder. Her harsh screams echoed throughout the room.

“Baby, cum inside me!” Taeyeon screamed as you were currently inside her, squeezing her ass tightly.

“Baby if you cum inside her and not mommy, we’re not having sex for a week!”

“You can’t last a day without it. The least we do it is three, and that’s being generous.” you said, slapping Taeyeon’s ass.

Taeyeon managed to laugh while Jessica turned red and became quiet.

“I just like having sex with you...” she said softly.

You were about to pull out of Taeyeon and comfort Jessica, but Taeyeon saw this and quickly pushed her ass against you.

“No! Keep fucking mommy! Jessica has you everyday of the week... Let me indulge in my desires more.” Taeyeon begged.

“You bitch! My boyfriend is not yours!”

You agreed with Taeyeon, who knew if another chance like this would happen. You continued pounding her while your girlfriend looked on in jealousy. You spanked Taeyeon as hard as you could, causing her to scream in surprise as you delivered repeated spanks.

“You whore. Making me fuck you instead of my loving girlfriend.” you said.

“Baby! Slow d-down...” she moaned, grabbing onto the bed sheets.

“You want to be treated like a slut? You got it.” You roughly pulled Taeyeon’s hair, continuing to fuck her from behind. Jessica took this chance to suck on her nipples while rubbing Taeyeon’s needy clit.

“Fuck! Harder! Fuck me harder!” Taeyeon screamed.

You smacked her ass, watching it turn red with each slap. You felt Taeyeon’s walls constrict your shaft as her body began to react. She cried out loudly as her orgasm violently flowed throughout. Taeyeon’s repeated screams pierced your ears as you felt her tense up. Her aftershocks were just as violent, leaving Taeyeon a sweaty, exhausted mess. You felt your limit being reached so you pulled out of her and entered Jessica from behind.

“Oooh... baby...” she moaned in satisfaction.

You spread Jessica’s legs apart as she closed her eyes and dropped her head back onto the bed.

“Harder... just like that...”

Jessica’s walls felt extremely tight. You watched her tits jiggle as you thrusted inside her. She squeezed your hands tightly, interlocking them with her own as you pulled her up.

“Fuck mommy!” she cried. “Show this slut why she can never have you!”

You leaned down and kissed her soft, sweaty skin. Jessica’s juices splashed all over your cock as you buried yourself deeper inside her.

“Baby...” she moaned. “Keep... going...”

Jessica was beginning to lose her voice, all the screaming she did earlier must’ve taken a toll.

“God this feels so good... Fuck me like this everyday, okay?” she said, both of you listening to the sounds of your skin slapping against hers. You slapped her ass repeatedly, causing her to bite the bed sheets.

“Mommy, I’m about to-”

“Me too, baby. Cum inside mommy.” Jessica said, her voice above a whisper. “Make mommy yours.”

You fucked your girlfriend as fast as you could, you were physically exhausted and your limit was approaching. Jessica would kill you if you pulled out.

“Cum inside me.” was all she said, looking at you through the mirror on the wall.

“Oh my god!” she screamed. Her face was painted with ecstasy, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her walls tighten around your cock as you cum, draining your balls fully as wave after wave of your love enters her. She continues pushing her ass against your cock until she feels you have nothing left to give her.

Jessica’s body is overwhelmed by feeling your hot cum inside her pussy, your cock still throbbing and the satisfaction in knowing she made you cum triggers her own orgasm. Jessica screams one more time as her body violently reacts, shaking as you feel her juices coat your cock and mix with your cum.

Jessica buries her head onto the bed, trying to catch her breath as you fuck her tenderly a few more times. You slowly pull out of Jessica’s freshly fucked pussy and watch as your mixed releases flow out of her. Jessica snuggles up next to you and kisses your chest softly.

“That was wonderful, mommy.” you said, brushing her damp hair as she looks up and showers you with kisses.

“Thank you for always making mommy feel so happy and beautiful. I love you, baby.” Jessica said with a satisfied smile on her face.

“I love you too.” you said, grabbing her breasts. “But what are we going to do about her?”

You pointed to Taeyeon, who was sound asleep on the other side of the bed. Jessica looked over and giggled.

“Let her rest. The night is still young.” she said, biting your lower lip as she took your softening cock in her hand and began stroking you.

“Why don’t we take that bubble bath we planned, baby? Mommy wants some alone time with you.”

#asks #jessica jung #taeyeon

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 5 years ago

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It Starts With A Cup

An Azula/The Girl Whose Head She Put Her Drink On fic.

All she ever wanted was a peaceful day on the beach followed by a wonderful party. What she got was much different.

Remza doesn’t know what to expect of Chan’s party, she has heard of them. They, in fact, are the talk of the beach. And for the first time, the invitation is in her hands. She stares at it with a feeling of elation. She will finally be with the in crowd. She will finally get to join the lively banter with a tale of her own.

She isn’t sure what sort of tale it will be though; perhaps she will be showered with compliments about her new outfit or maybe she will find a charming boy to spend the night with. Maybe, just maybe, she will kiss Chan himself.

“Come on, Remza!” Hara shouts, “Stop daydreaming about the party and start getting ready for it!”

Remza isn’t particularly thrilled to have her musings cut short, but Hara is right, how embarrassing it would be to miss the party or turn up late for it because she was too busy fantasizing about how the night would go. “I’m coming!” She calls.

She hustles to get into her party attire. It is a rather simple ensemble; a wine red tube top and a soft pink, almost white skirt held in place by a deeper red cloth belt. The belt is probably the most lavish part of her outfit, it’s buckle is made of faux gold. She snatches up a few sticks of makeup and sprints down the hall to join her friend.

“Oh, Remza, you look so pretty!” Hara gushes. “All we need to do is add a touch of makeup and fix your hair and you’ll be the center of attention!”

“Thanks!” She smiles. “That pearl necklace really adds something to your outfit.”

Hara nudges her. “This is about you Remza. This is your first party, not mine.” She pauses and inspects Remza. “Hmm...so do you want your hair tied up in a top knot or do you want a ponytail?”

“Why not both!?” Remza shrugs.

“Because that would look kind of silly?”

.oOo.

“You look so perfect and pretty and…” TyLee gushes.

“Yes, thank you, I know.” Azula nods. She does look quite fantastic if she must say! She smooths her hands over her skirt as TyLee finishes gathering some of her hair into a wavy ponytail. She can’t say that she has ever let her hair fall in waves. But she thinks that it does her favors.

“She looks so cute, doesn’t she Mai!?”

“Sure, if you the sort of person that thinks that piranha-eels are cute.” Mai mutters.

Azula pretends not to hear the remark.

“Why so glum, Mai?” Azula asks as if glum isn’t Mai’s default mood.

“Because Zuko is taking too long in the bathroom and I’ve been holding it since we got off of the boat.”

“You should have gone in the ocean like everyone else on the beach!” Zuko shouts from in the bathroom.

“Gross.” Azula mutters as Mai says, “this is why our relationship is deteriorating!”

“Turn around.” TyLee instructs. Azula does so and the girl begins adding gloss to her lips. She ruffles Azula’s hair, “precious.”

Azula gives a deadpan frown.

“Oops.” TyLee puts a hand over her mouth. “Guess we’ll have to redo your hair!”

.oOo.

Remza’s stomach flutters. As Hara urges her to, “just go on and talk to him.”

“I don’t know…” Remza trails off.

“Rem.” Hara speaks firmly, “you have been eyeing him all night like he is one of those juicy lobsters at the concession stand. And this is the first time in like three hours that he doesn’t have a wholeass harem surronding him.”

She is not wrong, Remza has to admit. They have been at this party for several hours now. They have been at the house longer than most people, she does believe that she and Hara were the second people to arrive.

Chan’s slightly less attractive friend had made a point of saying, “Agni, these people are ungodly early this time.” Followed by a, “I haven’t even finished combing my hair.” And then a mumbled, “this is what happens when you give dorks a chance.”

Remza had tried not to let this deter her. But in reality it is probably why she had missed not one but two openings to talk to Chan.

“Come on, Rem. You’ve been waiting all day and I didn’t fix you up all nice and beautiful for nothing!”

She swallows hard and gives Hara a nod. “I’ll do it.”

Hara returns the nod. “I’ll be waiting for you over there.” She points to the concession stand. “I’ve had my eye on a snack too, and it’s a real one.” It is a rather tasty looking coconut and pineapple cookie.

“Alright, uh, save me a...food item.”

“Go!” Hara hisses and gives her a small nudge.

Remza swallows again as she makes her way over to the boy. He is the charming sort with a muscular build and a handsome smile. The way he carries himself is almost higher than life. And she is just Remza. Plain, and boring Remza. She can put on as much make up as she pleases and style it however she wants. She will still be just plain Remza.

Currently Chan leans back against a wooden pillar, sipping his drink.

He is alone, probably for the very first time that night.

Remza takes a deep breath and rolls her shoulders back. If she want to have a shot at him, she is going to have to at least look confident. She strides up to him with the demeanor of the prettiest girls he has spoken to that night.

Chan catches sight over her and offers a friendly wave. Her heart quickens; she has an opening!

“Hi, Chan!” She begins. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you tonight.” She puts on her best cheerful smile.

“Well, I’m glad that you’ve found the chance.”

“I’m glad that I found the CHANce, too…” is what she would have said if she were an overly eager and socially awkward fire princess. But she is not, so instead she asks, “how has your night been,” as any normal Fire Nation citizen would.

“Oh, it has been...uh...unusual.”

“Unusual?” She inquires. She thinks that it will do her well to express interest in whatever he has to say, even if she finds the topic rather dull. It just so happens that she actually is interested in what the boy has to say, so that makes the task much easier.

“So I there I was on the beach, right?”

“Mmm hmm.” Hara says with a nod.

“I was just minding my own business, ya know?

She nods again, “Yeah.”

“And I was watching this kuai ball match, ya get what I’m saying.

“And I saw this group of people. There were these two really hot chicks--one of them had really pretty eyes and nice hair and the other had a nice...uh...personality--and I really just had to talk to them, you know what I mean?

“I sure do.”

“But to get to them I also had to talk to their weirdo friends. Ya know what I’m talking about?”

She does not because he has not told her what was weird about these friends. Regardless she says, “mmm humm, I get you.”

“Well one of them got really mad at me and I thought that he was going to beat me up for inviting the hot chicks to my party but not him, ya get me still?”

“Yeah!”

“Well this third chick who is also hot but, like, really kinda scary--if ya know what I mean--holds her hand out and tells him to chill and then she was all,” he softens his voice to a pitch that rather uncannily resembles the third kinda hot chick’s, “‘what about me and my brother?” He returns to speaking like Chan. “And I was like, ‘I guess you can come, but try not to be weird.’ Ya dig?”

She is not sure if he means that he had asked the hot chick if she dug or if he is again inquiring if Remza understands. Just in case, Remza says, “I dig.”

Chan opens his mouth to resume when an obnoxiously loud laugh echos around the room. Everyone seems to take pause. Chan mutters something that she can’t quite hear that might have been, “aw geez, it’s her, isn’t it?” But she can’t be certain. She doesn’t think too much about it because Chan speaks up again.

“Well, yeah, so the two hot chicks, the weird hot chick, and the dude, who is actually also kinda hot show up. But they’re like suuuuper early. And I was like, no one else is here yet.” He pauses, leaving Remza room to laugh. Truthfully, she does not find this funny, but she laughs anyhow. He laughs too. “I know right!? Anyways so I start to give her a tour of the house but she stops me and tells me that I have a sharp outfit and then graphically describes people drowning. She added choking noises and everything. And then she said, ‘because it’s so sharp’. But her compliment was so long that I forgot what she was complimenting me on so I just said, uh thanks.”

“Sounds, terrifying.”

“Ha ha, yeeeaaaah.” He rubs the back of his head and leans against the pillar once more. She watches him toss back a drink. Until then, she hadn’t realized that just drinking could be so unbelievably sexy.

“Oh! And ya know what the worst part is?” He exclaims.

“What?”

She hears footsteps behind her, but elects to ignore them in favor of Chan’s deep and creamy voice.

“I promised her that I’d give her a tour of the house tonight.”

Remza goes tense, it would seem that she doesn’t have much time. She decides that is best to just get right to it. Whoever it is that has just approached is now standing much too close. She ignores this too, because she must pose an important question. “Sooo, I was hoping that we could…” She starts.

“Chan, I am ready for a tour of the house.”

Chan inhales very deeply and rubs the back of his head. “I’ll catch ya later?” He finger guns Remza and hands her his drink.

Remza blushes, she is honored to be given the privilege of holding his drink. But just as this stranger has stolen away her chance with Chan, she has also stolen this brief moment of joy. She does not miss a beat, with an innocent smile, as though it is the most normal thing in the world, the stranger commits and absolute monstrocity. The most appealing and heinous social crime.

Her hand comes up in an elegant arc. At first, Remza thinks that she is about to get slapped. Instead she feels a weight atop her head. The hand withdraws and the stranger gives a self-satisfied, and admittedly adorable smile.She says nothing at all as she follows Chan away. And for a moment, Remza doesn’t even know what has happened. But then it settles in; the stranger has placed her cup on her head.

It ignites a fury in Remza. And burning fury to match that of the firelord’s hottest throne room flame. Her face reddens as her anger simmers. This bizzare girl has stolen her chance with Chan! Stolen her chance with Chan and humiliated her by using her has a cupholder--it was fine when Chan did it because Chan’s muscles are glorious beings. She watches the pair disappear into the crowd and her rage reaches such a burning intensity that she may boil the lemonade on her head.

She is, in fact boiling the lemonade.

It is steaming with her rage.

It is on fire.

She knocks it from her head with a yelp.

.oOo.

“Is this your first time on Ember Island?” Chan asks. She almost doesn’t hear him, she is staring at his delicious biceps.

“No. I used to come here years ago.”

“It's a great place, if you like sand.” His muscles flex as he tightens his hold on the wooden rails of the balcony. She very nearly forgets to give the fake laugh that TyLee has advised. She takes extra caution not to laugh too loudly. She counted about twenty-eight people staring at her. “Yeah, it's like, welcome to Sandy Land!” He gives a wides sweeping gesture and she forces another laugh. But it is easier this time because he is lauging too and he has a cute laugh so she is laughing at his cute laugh and in the Capitol prison Iroh is laughing because ‘them punk ass guards ain’t gonna see it comin’.’

Chan stops laughing but Azula does not because she is once again distracted by his biceps. They contract beautifully as he makes more sweeping gestures to indicate the vastness of the sand on the beach.

“Your arms look so strong.”

“Yeah, I know.” He says and she knows that they are made for each other because that is exactly how she responded to TyLee when she called her the smartest, most beautiful, perfect girl in the world. Chan blesses her with a full flex of his muscles.” She leans in and kisses him.

“You're pretty.”

The logical choice would be to respond with, “I know.” Instead she says, “Togetheyou and I will be the strongest couple in the entire world!” She increases her volume as she speaks. And to really drive her point home musters twin blue flames and pulls out a megaphone and shouts into it, “we will dominate the Earth!”

She thinks that the megaphone might have been overdoing it because Chan is looking at her as though a bird has just shat on him. Which might have happened because one did just fly by. That small flicker of hope dies out when he rubs his head and flashes her an awkward smile, “uh...I gotta go…”

Azula, deciding that she will not let Zuko one up her at anything, including melodrama, quite literally flops onto the ground in defeat.

.oOo.

“Sniff him out gurl! Sniff him out and win him back!” Hara’s advice echos in the back of her head. But Remza is not a scent bender nor is she a dog. So she cannot track him by scent. She has to rely on her eyes and ears, which is not good because she is woefully near-sighted.

So woefully near-sighted that he walked right in front of her and she mistook him for Firelord Ozai. She could swear that she also spotted the Avatar at this party, but that would be preposterous. What would the odds of the Avatar and a member of the royal family being at this party.

(The Avatar is in fact there. But he is wearing hipster glasses so nobody recognizes him--except Mai, but she doesn’t care enough to bring it to anyone’s attention. She also isn’t telling anyone about the really big, hairy spider-wasp in the corner.)

Remza, after deciding that Chan is as lost as an Avatar trapped in an iceberg, makes her way onto the balcony for some fresh air.

She makes it to the balcony but she does not find fresh air, for the stench of defeat is all too strong in this area.

Remza inhales very deeply as she finds the source.

It is, undoubtedly, the very same weirdo that placed a cup upon her head.

The weirdo looks up with teary eyes and Remza tries to cling to her anger. But the weirdo looks like a kicked baby rabaroo.

Remza groans, “what’s wrong?”

“I-I was doing so good.” She mutters. “I thought that I had a chance with Chan. I thought that…”

“Yeah, I did too! And you know what happened!?”

“What happened?” The weirdo asks. Remza blinks, it is as if she truly doesn’t know…

“You. You happened.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

The weirdo pulls her legs up to her chest and hugs her knees. She glares in the direction of the door and Remza can’t tell if she is furious or emotionally wounded. She thinks that it is a mix of both with anger taking a slight lead.

The girl’s glare intensifies.

The house catches fire.

This has nothing to do with Azula’s feeling of rejection; Mai has finally informed Zuko of the spider in the corner.

Remza sighs again, really she should point and laugh. Instead she finds herself slumping to the floor next to the weirdo. “Look, I know that he’s ridiculously gorgeous, trust me. I. Know.” She lets her mind wander for a moment, to a world of endless elegant hills that rise against a sunset horizon. Those elegant hills are Chan’s arm muscles, tanned by many days of lounging on the beach. “But you know who else is gorgeous?”

“Me?” The weirdo answers softly.

Remza goes deadpan, she is making this whole comforting thing really hard. But she is not wrong, Remza was, in fact, going to say, “you.”

The weirdo peers up at her, waiting for the answer. Reluctantly and somewhat spitefully Remza confirms, “yes, you.”

The girl’s face seems to brighten some, and for a heartbeat, Remza forgets about the cup incident. She smiles back. “You’re very pretty. Really weird, it’s kind of off-putting, but very pretty.”

“Pretty enough to ignore the really weird stuff.”

Remza looks the girl over; she is wiping at her eyes, eyes that are a vivid gold. Her hair sweeps gracefully over her shoulders. She has a pretty sweet tan. But she looks so small and sad. Small, sad, and annoyingly adorable. Remza pauses and inhales through her nose. “I guess.”

This time the restored brightness shows through in a smile. Just like she hadn’t expected the girl to put a glass of lemonade on her head, she doesn’t see it coming when the weirdo throws her arms around her.

Remza finds herself patting the other girl’s hair. “It’s gonna be okay. We don’t need him anyways.” And the more she thinks about it, the more she realizes it is true that Chan is no big loss.

He only talks about himself anyways. Himself and his biceps which he has named Cha and Chi. This girl at least talks about interesting things like how she is going to bring glory to her family and nation, this really cool rock she found, how she’d almost drowned because she’d forgotten that she can’t swim, that she is the princess of the Fire Nation, and that she put a snapping turtle-duck down her brother’s swim trunks.

This story is so ridiculous that it eclipses the very brief mention of her royal status.

The weirdo nestles herself into Remza’s arms and, without thinking about it, Remza wraps them around her. She is very warm and, now that the stink of defeat is gone, she smells nice. Like a campfire with a dash of firelily.

Chan on the other hand reeks of testosterone and pure BRO!

Yes, Remza decides once and for all that this poorly socialized, absolute disaster of a human being has saved her.

She kisses the girl’s forehead.

.oOo.

Azula’s face flushes. It isn’t the impression she wants to leave on this girl. She does not want to appear sheepish and timid, she is a mighty and powerful dragon. A blazing and uncontrollable fire (much like the one crackling in Chan’s living room).

But she has already blemished that image by letting the girl walk in on her weeping. So she resigns herself to the blush creeping over her cheeks.

The girl seems to find that endearing anyways, so she will accept it, but only under the guise that it had been a meticulously done tactical courting move.

She may have lost Chan, likely to that girl with the silly pigtails--a shameful defeat really--but she can still have victory. Unlike the girl with the silly pigtails, she will rise from the ashes of her shame and humiliation. Because unlike the girl with the silly pigtails, she isn’t just a dragon. She is also a phoenix. And, like a phoenix, with the girl’s kiss, she has risen again.

Azula closes her eyes and squeezes the girl in a rather tight hug. “Will you dominate the earth with me?” She inquires.

The girl cocks her head, “what?”

“Will you...be my girlfriend?” She asks quietly, almost shyly.

“I guess that I can be.” The girl smiles as she rubs Azula’s back.

“And together, we will be the strongest couple in the entire world?” This time she says it softly, almost as a question.

“Uh..sure?’

“We will dominate the earth?” She suggests, a little louder, more hopefully.

“I guess that we can do that too.” The girl shrugs as she continues to rub small circles on Azula’s back. The princess softly purrs at the gesture. If this bothers the girl, she doesn’t indicate it.

“Good.” Azula says, nuzzling her head against the girl’s chest.

The girl kisses the top of her head. It reminds her of when they had first met. She remembers it very vividly; their eyes meeting and Azula deciding that she was the perfect person to set her glass upon. And just as Azula had set the cup upon her head, the girl now rests her chin upon Azula’s.

“Can you hold this for me?” Azula holds out another cup.

“Sure.” The girl smiles, she holds out her hands. But Azula places it on her head.

“You’re the best.”

.oOo.

Remza sighs again, what is she getting herself into? Whatever it is, the girl is staring at her with such delight and warmth that it doesn’t matter. She doesn’t even have the heart to move the cup and inform the weirdo that putting a cup on someone’s head isn’t appropriate social conduct.

“I love you.” The girl mumbles and kisses the crook of her neck.

Remza is well aware that they have only just met, but she lets the girl cup her cheek and stroke it lovingly. And despite everything Remza replies, “I love you too.”

A portion of Chan’s house collapses and the fire gushes out. They don’t notice, they are too busy staring into each others eyes as rays of moonlight fall over them.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Zuko #Mai #TyLee #Chan #Fanfiction #Crack Fic #Lmao I'm Sorry Yall

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ringa-starr · 4 years ago

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More Precious Than Any Pearl (Pt 1/3)

This was requested a long while ago by my friend @brookemccarter. I’ll admit I am the world’s WORST and SLOWEST when it comes to writing but I try my best. I don’t want to write so much that I burn myself out on it like I did on another site many, many years ago. So I apologize (and I will again and again) to anyone who requests something from me whether it be months or even a year or so ago.

It’s because of this that I am splitting her request up into three parts.

I appreciate you all for reading and if you would like to be added to my taglist, please feel free to message me!

Enjoy everyone and I’ll be back with part 2 sometime!

-Love Deidra

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1987, Preston Home, San Dimas, California

The grandfather clock in Bill S. Preston Esq.’s living room chimed loudly throughout the whole house announcing that the time had just struck 6:00 p.m. Upstairs, Bill’s father Mr. Preston was on the phone with one of his business associates, hurrying around the entire upper floor of the family’s split level home, trying to get the last of everything ready in time for a very important business meeting that he and his wife, his much younger wife in fact, Missy were to be attending at 8 o’clock that evening. Missy was sitting in front of her vanity mirror in their shared bedroom, checking herself over for what seemed like the tenth time in the last hour, making sure her long blonde hair was styled perfectly in a simple French braid easing its way down her back with a few cute little braids in the front, small, fake plum roses decorating the French braid nicely. The young woman smiled at herself in the mirror before applying one last bit of natural, pale pink lipstick. Mr. Preston hurriedly hung up his phone, still pacing between the bedroom and the hallway.

“Okay, okay”, the older man mumbled in a panic as he tried to collect his thoughts, looking down at himself before starting to fix his plum purple tie. He started going over the list of preparations in his head. “We’re reserved, my speech is memorized, I’ve got my notes just in case...” He cut himself off. There was one last thing he was forgetting; he was sure of it! But he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was, and it was about to drive him crazy!

As if on a perfect cue, the opening notes to ‘Thriller’ by Michael Jackson filled the entire lower floor of the house with sound.

That’s it! Mr. Preston thought to himself.

Bill and Ted!

Bill’s father hurried to the hallway banister, gripping it in his hands as he looked down at his 15-year-old son and his best friend Ted “Theodore” Logan playing air guitars to the music, going into full Thriller dance mode when Michael started singing.

“Bill!” Mr. Preston called from his spot on the second floor. He got no response.

“Bill!” the older man tried again and still nothing.

‘I don’t have time for this!’ Mr. Preston thought as he hurried down the stairs. He reached behind the large stereo and unplugged it, the living room going completely silent. As soon as the music was off, Bill and Ted stopped and looked at Bill’s father, a look of mixed confusion and surprise on their faces.

“Now that I have your attention”, Mr. Preston told Bill, “Your mother and I are going to a dinner party my boss is throwing and we expect you to keep this place intact while we’re gone.”

Bill gave his father a smile, Ted giving the older man his infamous goofy grin as well. “Not a problem, most excellent parental figure”, Bill tried to assure his father. “My most trusted collogue Ted and I will be more than happy to make sure this place is in its most excellent condition for your return.” In response, Ted nodded his head happily.

All Mr. Preston could do was sigh, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and pointer finger but before he could say anything, the three heard Missy’s sweet as honey voice at the top of the stairs.

“Are you ready, Honey?” she asked, causing Mr. Preston, Bill and Ted to look in her direction. Ted’s mouth dropped open.

“Whoa!” he gasped softly so only Bill could hear as Missy slowly walked down the staircase with a beautiful smile on her face. “Your mom looks totally hot dude!”

“Shut up, Ted!” Bill hissed back with a silent sigh of annoyance.

Knowing it would be a long drive there, Mr. Preston smiled as he helped Missy with her jacket before sliding into his own, turning his attention back to Bill and Ted.

“Remember Bill”, Mr. Preston told his son in a warning tone as he opened the front door, letting Missy walk out first, “if we come back and find that something’s happened, it’s going to be a real thriller night for you.”

Ted softly chuckled at his best friend’s father’s corny pun as Bill nodded. “Yes, Sir”, Bill replied before his father walked out, shutting and locking the door behind him.

As soon as his parents’ car couldn’t be heard anymore, Bill sighed and rolled his eyes as he and Ted walked back to the stereo. “Your dad can be really corny sometimes, Bill”, Ted commented as he turned the volume on the stereo down. Bill reached behind the stereo and plugged it back in, Michael Jackson’s singing filling the living room again only at a slightly softer volume this time. “I know”, Bill agreed with a smile, “but what can ya do?” He shrugged and smiled wider as he turned the volume dial up again, allowing him and Ted to get back to their most excellent Friday night!

Things were going well for most of the song until Ted started doing a solo version of the Thriller routine during the long instrumental portion that took place right before Vincent Prince’s ‘rap’. Ted started the famous dance routine right from the beginning, imagining himself in Michael Jackson’s shoes during the zombie dance sequence of the song’s music video. He even pictured himself wearing the superstar’s acclaimed red faux leather jacket with matching pants dancing around a large circle of the undead. Ted was so in the moment; he didn’t realize anything was even around him.

At that moment, he had his back to Bill, jumping back around so he was facing his best friend. Ted was still lost in his fantasy as he threw his left arm over his head, grabbing and punching the air several times.

In the midst of the music, Bill stopped short, hearing something shatter to the floor. When the blonde quickly turned around, his mouth dropped open, panic running through his entire body. There, on the hardwood floor in front of the grand fireplace, lay Missy’s most prized procession: a Victorian necklace which was now shattered into a thousand pieces, the only thing still being completely intact was the purple amethyst stone that once lay right in the center of the vintage piece of jewelry.

All Bill could do was stare back and forth between the necklace and Ted, not knowing how his best friend could still be dancing at a time like this! “Oh, no!” Bill moaned as he sank to his knees, shaking his head. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” The dark-haired teen now had his legs bent, taking the 10 steps the music video demonstrated before turning his body around as fast as lightning.

“Cause this is Thriller!” Ted belted out, catching a quick glance at the floor. “Thriller ni-“It was in that moment he stopped short, seeing that Bill was no longer dancing but instead was on his knees in front of him, picking up and staring at the tiny pieces of something that had fallen to the floor and broke.

“Dude!” Ted gasped. “What happened?” Bill looked up at Ted before slowly making his way back to his feet, still in a slight panic. The blonde teen ran a hand through his hair before explaining the situation. “You accidently broke Missy’s favorite necklace”, Bill explained. Ted smiled his famous lovable grin and gave a slight shrug. He didn’t understand why Bill looked so upset over something so simple. “That’s ok, dude”, he replied. “I still have some birthday money saved up! We can just go to the jewelry store and buy her a new one before she comes home! No one will ever know!”

Bill shook his head as he began pacing around the living room, the whole house having gone silent by now. “You don’t understand, Ted”, Bill told his friend seriously, panic coming over him in little waves more and more with each passing moment. “Missy told me that that necklace goes all the way back to the 1800’s. There’s no way we can get a new one!” With that, Bill slumped down on the couch, putting his head in his hands.

“Bogus!” Ted cried, still taking in the information as he looked down at the shattered pieces of the necklace. Suddenly, Ted spotted something that triggered something in him. Bending down on one knee, Ted slowly and carefully picked up the purple jewel, trying to remember where he had seen it before as he held it in the very fingertips of his thumb and pointer finger. After staring at it for almost a full five minutes, Ted’s eyes grew wide with an idea, a large smile crossing his face as he stood up straight with the stone still clutched in his palm.

“Bill!” Ted exclaimed excitedly. “Why don’t we just go back to the 1800s and find this necklace and bring it back here?” Bill quickly jumped to his feet, now just as excited as his best friend was. “Excellent idea, Ted my friend!” Bill replied, but his smile slightly disappeared until he was frowning again. “But we don’t know which year it comes from”, he added, a touch of disappointment in his voice and with a glance at the old grandfather clock, his feeling of hopelessness only grew. “Besides, there’s no way we can make it back before my dad and Missy get home.”

Ted furrowed his brow, rubbing his free hand along his chin, deep in thought as he paced his best friend’s living room floor, coming to a sudden halt several minutes later with a snap of his fingers. His eyes wide, Ted turned back to Bill again with a happy and yet confused look on his face. “What was that thing that Mr. Ryan was talking about the other day?” Ted asked as he practically bounced on the soles of his shoes as he racked his brain trying to remember it. He started snapping his fingers again in the hope that it would help. “Uhhh….uhhhhh….”

Bill’s eyes grew wide as well. “The British Raj!” he shouted out causing Ted to stop bouncing around. “Yeah!” the brunette exclaimed.

“Excellent! The teens yelled in unison before playing air guitar. “C’mon!” Bill practically grabbed Ted by the arm and started dragging him. “We’ve got no time to lose!”

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morethanaprincess-a · 4 years ago

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@madamhatter asked: 🔵 Blue - Have you cosplayed as your muse? / :3c

Munday (accepting!)

I am pretty sure that Soar knows the answer to this, but since I haven’t talked about it in a little while...yes! I have cosplayed and still cosplay as my muse. Because this is a photo-heavy response, everything will go under a cut.

I currently have two of Sonia’s costumes and am working on a third. Cosplay, besides RP and fashion, is my biggest hobby. With COVID and me working to get more fit and healthy this year (which is, incidentally, why I’m not writing as many posts per day. I’m working out a lot!), I don’t have new photos. However, I plan to rectify this when quarantine restrictions are lifted in my area of the world and conventions start up again. I love cosplaying Sonia and meeting other Danganronpa cosplayers and fans!

So, here’s the undisputed favorite of my Sonia costumes. My version of her princess gown is a custom-made piece made of champagne bridal satin, champagne lace overlays, and champagne organza with coordinating tulle and organza underskirts. The gown itself is actually three parts: a boned bodice that laces up the back with a modesty panel, the top skirt layers, and the full ballgown skirt with lace hem. I also wear a steel-boned corset and a hoopskirt (6 or 9 hoops, I forget) underneath.

When I wanted to cosplay Sonia’s gown, my biggest issues were color, appropriate shape (no limp skirts or bodices), and using texture to embellish what’s usually a plain satin gown. The person who made this for me started with an 1850s or 1860s gown pattern and embellished considerably, and we went through several ideas of lace type and placement before the final result. The skirt layers also have organza underneath the satin for additional texture (and there might be some horsehair in there as well, haven’t looked in awhile!). The wig has since been upgraded with something straighter (but still the same color), and all of the jewelry are replica pieces from real life or TV incarnations of the British Royal Family. The necklace is a replica from The Tudors, the earrings are replicas of a pair owned by the Duchess of Cambridge, and the tiara is a replica of one of Queen Victoria’s (I think? I think it’s also still in use, too).

It needs a little bit of repairs (and I need to fit back into it). The lace hem is a magnet for collecting dirt on convention floors and there’s a lining seam in the bodice that’s starting to come undone, but those can be easily mended. I keep telling myself that I want to do a coordinating bag (and not just the gold leather purse I usually wear with this), perhaps a clutch embellished with Swarovski crystals in the shape of Monokuma. I’ve worked with crystals for cosplay before, but never a design, and I never seem to have the patience for it after the costume I mostly used them for. I also want to get another layer of petticoats to wear underneath, to hide some of the hoop lines.

Bonus shot of the bodice! I need to wear my necklace a bit shorter so the faux ruby and pearls are visible. I often don’t do contacts either due to irritation, but I’ll need to wear them for a future costume (keep reading!).

I’ve also done Sonia’s green uniform as well, though I’m looking to upgrade some pieces with a version I prefer much more. I don’t have many good pictures of this save for the first time I wore it, when I put my hairbow on the wrong side. Ouch.

But, I’m hoping to upgrade my dress and blouse, and finally add some rhinestone bling to my hairbow. I’m not fond of the stockings usually sold with these so I wear my own, which are a lot more durable to convention wear and tear. I also have a Danganronpa ita bag I wear with this outfit as well (which just keeps growing and getting more ita. I’m tempted to split the charms up onto two bags at this point. Maybe I’ll share the ita disaster next Munday?)

Finally, I’m working on getting Sonia’s despair gown together! I have a sketch and a commissioner for it, but COVID threw off the schedule so I’m working to get that back on track. It’ll be cream, red, and pink with lots of red roses, and I’m working to get a custom-styled wig for it as well. I haven’t decided if I want to do red LED lights (as I’ve seen other Sonias do), but I do want to try for the red contacts. I absolutely hate wearing contacts for cosplay but for despair, I feel like I have to. I’m optimistic to debut this on Halloween weekend but if not, it’ll probably be next spring when convention season rolls around again. I wish I had some other despairs to coordinate with!

Besides that, I’m looking to do more historical inspired costumes and am tempted to do a gown or two in Sonia’s color scheme. Not an exact replica cosplay, per se, but at least something Sonia inspired.

I love my muse too much.

#more-than-a-princess answered #more-than-a-princess musings #Munday meme time #(This post is long and photo heavy)#(I can ramble about costumes a lot)#(Mun face in cosplay)

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crazyblondelife · 2 years ago

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Wearing A Vintage Fur Coat

As I write this post, I’m sitting in bed in my hotel room at The St. Regis Hotel! It has become a tradition to bring my daughters to New York for their Christmas present every year and something we all look forward to all year long! Last year, our hotel wasn’t great so I decided early in November to try to find a boutique hotel that would be better without breaking the bank. After doing some research, I decided on The Lexington Hotel in Midtown. It’s really sad that hotels misrepresent themselves in such a big way….but maybe I should have read a few more reviews, because The Lexington, in my opinion, was anything but nice! The TINY rooms hadn’t been updated in years, the service was horrible, the security lock on the door was coming out of the wall, there was no water in the room and the bathroom wasn’t clean! I was furious and let them know! After one night in an uncomfortable bed, we decided to change hotels and were able to get a room at the St. Regis. We had two rooms at The Lexington, but since we had a bit of an upgrade at the St. Regis, we all were in one room with a king bed and a cot (a very nice cot). This hotel is beyond nice, the service is amazing (we have a butler), and everything was perfect although, we are all over packers, so the room was a little crowded! We still had an amazing time and hardly spent any time in the room anyway. It’s so nice to feel a little pampered!

The girls left yesterday and Baldy joined me later in the afternoon. We’re still here at the St. Regis for one more night and the room is definitely less crowded! There is nothing quite like New York City at Christmas…it’s just so magical! The forecast is calling for rain today so we’ve decided to go to the Met and spend the afternoon! I’m sure it will be amazing and dry!

When I started packing for this trip, I knew I wanted to pack a few outfits that were festive without being over-the-top red and green. I decided to pack a fur coat that belonged to my mom. It’s a beautiful coat and it fits me perfectly. It’s styled like a bomber jacket, so it’s a bit more casual that a more traditional fur coat, making it perfect with jeans. I wore the coat all day long on Saturday styled with jeans, a camel cashmere sweater with a statement pearl necklace, straight leg jeans, my favorite red bag from Tory Burch and some really sparkly Gucci boots that I’ve had for several years. I got so many compliments on my outfit and I stayed warm all day long.

I know that wearing fur is controversial these days and at this point in my life, I wouldn’t buy a new fur coat, but wearing vintage is different. As I said, this coat belonged to my mother and brings back memories every time I put it on. It’s so soft and beautiful and I feel very elegant wearing it. Vintage furs are easy to find in consignment and antique shops and there are many styles available from little shoulder capes to full length furs. I’ve bought several others over the years and love wearing them.

I’m including a boutique below with a few faux furs as well as similar pieces to the ones I’m wearing! Keep scrolling for a few things that are on my holiday wish list!

I’ve been searching the internet for ideas about other ways to style this coat and I’m excited to wear it in different ways. The obvious way to wear a fur is to really dress it up, but why not throw it on with jeans and sneakers? I’m definitely going to play around with this over the winter!

These boots are my holiday favorites!

This picture above was taken several years ago with the same coat. The picture below is a coat I purchased at a vintage store in Savannah, Georgia and it looks like real fur, but it’s a fabulous faux! This coat is so heavy that I wouldn’t even consider traveling with it, but it’s perfect for a really cold day!

I would love to know your thoughts on wearing vintage fur…do you own it or wear it? Leave a comment and let me know!

#vintage fur #fashion #winter fashion #holiday fashion

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angelicthor · 5 years ago

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billion dollar man - part 12

pairing: tony stark x reader

summary: after mounting bills and debt cause you to look at alternative means of making money, you’re thrown into a whole different kind of life when one of the most famous billionaires on the block offers to be your sugar daddy, of course in exchange for a different from of payment. non-superhero au.

warnings/genre: +18 only, sugarbaby/daddy relationship, smut: exhibitionism, dom!tony, daddy kink, possessive/jealous sex, spanking, slight fluff, slight angst, long chapter (7k words)

masterlist | billion dollar man masterlist

a/n: a brand new part holy shit, i never thought i’d see the day! please, i beg, please can i have feedback?

The gift box with GRAFF written across it sat on the countertop in the bathroom as you marvelled at the spectacular necklace that twinkled under the fluorescent lights, casting reflections of rainbows about the room. You gingerly lifted the necklace from the box and clasped it around your neck, the band of diamonds surrounding your throat whilst the fringe of pear-shaped diamonds dripped from it, resting against your décolletage and grazing the top of your breasts.

Your breathing stammered as you locked eyes on your reflection, the sheer wealth wrapped around your neck, noticing the way the fringe of the necklace was mirrored in the fringing that hung in around the front and the back of the corset. Tony had never seen your outfit for Nat’s birthday party – you wanting to savour the look on his face when he saw you in it for the first time – and yet he had gifted you with a necklace that morning which perfectly match your ensemble. With one last coat of lipstick, you pulled the faux fur coat over your shoulders and buttoned it up, concealing your outfit from Tony’s view as you stepped out the bathroom.

In the bedroom, Tony was attempting and failing to fasten the white tie around his neck and with and amused smirk you made your way over to help him, fingers deftly wrapping the ivory silk into a perfect bow.

“You know, for someone who builds technological marvels with his own two hands, you are terrible with ties.”

“Maybe I just like you doing it for me,” Tony quipped with a grin as he watched you concentrate on your task.

Once you were finished neither of you moved away, content to just stay wrapped up in each other, your hands resting on his chest as his slip up the backs of your thighs, slowly leaning in to press his lips to yours.

You placed your hand over his mouth to stop him, watching with a sly grin as he jumped in surprise at your touch, brows furrowing in question as to why on earth you would stop him from kissing him.

“You aren’t ruining my lipstick before we even get there, mister.”

You turned on your heel, smug smirk still in place as Tony stood in the middle of the room dumbfounded at your refusal. Without even glancing at him, you gathered the small number of items you were taking, throwing them into your clutch and picked up Nat’s present from the table beside the bed, walking out the room and down the stairs without giving him a second glance.

“Tony come on; we can’t be late!”

“Seriously?” Tony muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he pulled on his tailcoat jacket and made his way down to join you.

All throughout the car ride to Nat’s party, you hadn’t let Tony touch you, and if the pout on his lips was anything to go by, the lack of attention was definitely getting to him, the thought sending a small thrill through you.

Your task of teasing Tony suddenly left your head as the car pulled closer to Nat’s birthday, your attention enraptured by the people milling the streets and the amount of detail she had put into it: at the front of the venue Nat had an entire replica of the original Moulin Rouge in Paris, complete with a working windmill adorned with lights, there was a red carpet leading to where her guests cars were pulling up, the show that was advertised on the banners that wrapped around the front of the building being for Nat’s birthday as if it was a cabaret act, her name literally spelled out in lights for all of New York to see.

You pulled your coat closer around your body as you excited the car, not wanting any of the many paparazzi that were standing on the street with flashing camera to catch a glimpse of what you wore underneath. Tony linked his arm through yours as you walked towards the venue, your breath hitching in your throat as you took in the heart shaped tunnel that was studded with huge bulbs reminiscent of old Hollywood that lead you towards where the party was being held.

The party itself took your breath away, to say that Nat had outdone herself was really an understatement: red, white, and black fabric draped from the chandelier at the centre of the ceiling outwards in a canopy, strings of lights separating the colours. There was a huge stage at one end of the room with cancan dancers and live singers performing and surrounding the dancefloor were numerous tables all decorated with centre pieces adorned with pearls and feathers that matched her theme perfectly. The room was bustling with people, most guests, some performers, some serving waiters but all them dressed accordingly, not a single person in attendance clashing the theme Nat had set.

You began to undo the buttons of your coat, Tony’s hands on your shoulders as he pulled the material from your body and handed it to the coat check clerk along with this own overcoat.

“Gotta give it to Romanoff, she really…knows… h-how - uh?”

Tony’s words died on his lips as he turned back to you, finally seeing what you had kept hidden from him, his mouth hanging open as his eyes greedily ravished your scantily clad form. What nerves you had at being in such a revealing outfit so public quickly vanished at Tony’s longing stare, a surge of confidence instilling in you as you basked in his unwavering attention.

You kept your glee masked, simply arching a brow in his direction as you feigned innocence as to why he was suddenly choking on his own words. “Are you ok Tony?” You asked with faux concern, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the smirk that was trying so desperately to pull at the corners of your lips.

You couldn’t deny, having the upper hand for once was something you were most definitely enjoying.

“You have got to be shitting me,” Tony grumbled under his breath before he closed the space between you with determined steps, wasting no time in wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled your body flush against his, face buried in the crook of your neck as his lips pressed soft kisses against the curve of your throat.

You had to fight the urge to submit to his touch, willing your eyes to remain open and focused when all they wanted to do was flutter close, forcing your head to remain upright when all you desired was to tip it back and let him have his way with you right in the middle of Nat’s party.

“Babygirl, what exactly do you think you’re playing at?”

“It’s Nat’s birthday, gotta do what she asks,” you answered with a simple shrug, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Whatever she asks huh? Well I hope I get the same treatment on my birthday Princess.”

The sound of your name being called prevented you from answering, turning away from Tony’s smug grin just in time to catch Nat in your arms as she flung herself at you, squeezing your body to hers as she practically buzzed in excitement.

“You’re here!”

“Of course I am,” You giggled, her flushed cheeks and giddy expression indicating that she had probably had at least a couple glasses of champagne already. “Here, this is for you; Happy Birthday Nat.”

You handed Nat your present as Sam, Steve, and Bucky joined the three of you each greeting you with hugs and hellos, your fingers twiddling with nerves as Nat eagerly tore through the gift bag and wrapping paper and flicked through the pages you had decorated with pictures of Nat’s closest friends.

What if she thought it was childish?

What if she considered it to be cheap?

What if-

Tony wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head to silence your nagging thoughts as he watched Nat’s bottom lip tremble ever so slightly, adamantly trying to keep her emotions in check and he knew that your gift had touched her deeply.

Sam, Steve, and Bucky peered over her shoulders as she went over each and every page of the scrapbook, laughing at the ridiculousness of some of them, reminiscing the treasured memories of others, Sam pressing a kiss to her cheek, staring at her in adoration as they came across a charming photo of the two of them.

The page that Nat had stopped on was one of your favourites; one of the charity events you had all been attending had taken a rather different turn than you were expecting, a considerable group of you sneaking up to the roof of the hotel to throw an impromptu pool party. You think the photo had been taken by Rhodey and it had captured each of you in the frame with you and Nat at the centre, you had both pulled your dresses up to the tops of your thighs as you dangled your legs into the pool, leaning on each other for support as you roared with laughter – at what you can’t even remember – tears brimming in your eyes as you clutched at each other for support.

In the background you could see a very annoyed Sam chasing Bucky who was beginning to slip on the wet floor, his face frozen by the camera in a mix of fear and amusement, at the bar in the back sat Steve and Tony who were well past tipsy, rowdily belting out their rendition of Dancing Queen, not that they were getting the lyrics right in the slightest, they had been captured arms tossed around each other as their heads were tilted back to aid in their performance.

Nat timidly closed the book as if it were the most valuable thing she owned, fingers tracing over the cover as a few stray tears stained her cheeks which she quickly wiped away. Handing the book to Sam, Nat swiftly flung her arms around your neck in a bone-crushing hug, a few stray drops of hot tears marring the bare skin of your shoulder as she clutched at you, an embrace which you just as enthusiastically returned.

“Thank you,” She whispered into your neck, voice thick with emotion which only caused you to hold her tighter as relief flooded you.

“You’re welcome.”

“Alright, alright, let’s get this party started!” Sam yelled out, moving to wrap his arms around you and Nat as he led you both to the bar, Steve, Bucky, and Tony following behind you with a chuckle.

Drinks were soon poured, and inhibitions lowered as the six of you celebrated Nat’s birthday, conversation and laughter flowing between you quicker than the champagne. Time seemed to pass in a blur as the night went on, the many forms of entertainment and general aesthetic of the party that Nat had put together keeping the spirits so high that no one even bothered to check the time, the energetic atmosphere keeping everyone so high they never wanted it to end.

You got to meet more of Nat’s – and everyone else’s – friends outside of their tight-knit group: Thor Odinson who was an actual prince from a small country in Scandinavia called Asgard, Bruce Banner who was a brilliant scientist who’s intelligence reviled Tony’s, Hope Van Dyne – the heiress to Pym Industries and her boyfriend Scott. You even got to meet Steve’s girlfriend, the infamous socialite Sharon Carter.

You teased Tony every opportunity that presented itself, and given where you were there were a lot; shooting him sultry stares over the rim of your glass, brushing against him every time you passed him by, swaying your hips more than usual when you walked away from him, knowing his eyes were burning into you with every step you took.

You almost felt bad, you hadn’t even kissed him yet, but you knew what would come after the party was done would be well worth it.

The glass in your hand was empty and so you waited at the bar for a refill when Bucky sauntered over to you, a cocky grin plastered on his face. You already knew what was coming, at this point in your friendship you were well accustomed to his incessant flirting and you arched a brow at him as you waited for him to deliver his first no-doubt cheesy pick-up line.

“Hey doll,” He purred as he failed to stifle his grin.

“James.”

“So, is it hot in here is it just you?”

He leant forward as he spoke, leaving barely a breath between you, mischief glimmering in his eyes as he wiggled his brows at you causing you to let out a snort, playfully pushing him away with a roll of your eyes as you picked up your drink from the bar.

“You’re terrible Buck, you know that?” You taunted, walking away from him and back to Tony.

Bucky was quick to sling his arm over your shoulder as you both walked back to your table, flashing you a cocky grin as he winked at you: “Darlin’ you have no idea.”

You parted as you went to your respective sits, yours next to Tony and his next to Steve, re-joining the conversation with your friends, completely unaware of the way Tony’s gaze was flittering between you and Bucky, the slight crease between his brows the only indication something was amiss.

The sound of Labelle performing Lady Marmalade suddenly blasted through the speakers, filling the venue with Patti LaBelle’s soulful voice and Natasha wasted no time in flying from her seat on Sam’s lap with a ridiculously eager expression on her face as she hauled you from your chair and dragged you up to the stage.

Realising what she was trying to get you to do, you began to try and free your arm, digging your heels in to the ground to stop her from dragging you onto the stage but NAt was a lot stronger than she appeared and easily pulled you onto the platform, much to your mortification.

Nat grabbed one of the feather boa’s from around one of the waitresses as she passed and wrapped it round your waist, pulling your hips flush against hers as she began to practically grind against you to the beat. Her guests began to take notice of the two of you, cheering you both on as your boys sat to the side practically beaming with glee.

Assholes.

Reluctantly you began to dance with Nat to the music, deeming it better than standing there awkwardly as you attempted to mimick her moves, gaining some semblance of confidence as the audience cheered on your impromptu show, the both of you rolling your hips, tilting your heads to the side as you ran your hands along your corset clad chests, dancing seductively across the stage.

Every movement you made caused the diamonds that fringed the bottom of your corset to sparkle brightly under the stage lights, Nat’s own outfit glistening like a disco ball as the pair of you captured the attention of everybody there, especially a certain billionaire.

Tony watched you with a darkened gaze, eyes hungrily drinking in every inch of you, every slight move you made, the sway of your hips, the curve of your ass, the way your eyes fluttered shut as you lost yourself to your dancing, being reminded all too much of the way he could make your body behave remarkably similar.

The song came to an end, you and Nat giggling uncontrollably as you took your bows, exiting the stage as everyone cheered and applauded your performance. Your cheeks were burning as you walked back to your table, sitting yourself on Tony’s lap and pressing a soft kiss to his lips which he quickly deepened, cupping the back of your neck with one hand as the other clutched at your thigh.

You pulled away panting when the need for air became too much, resting your forehead against his as you searched his eyes for answers for what exactly that was for but finding only the promise of more.

“I hope that dance was worth it babygirl, cause you are gonna be in so much trouble when we get home,” He murmured darkly, nipping at the skin of your throat causing you to jolt in his lap, his arms tightening around you to keep you steady.

“Do you promise?”

“You wanna be a bad girl, Kitten? Cause I’ll treat you like one.”

The night went on but neither you or Tony could keep your hands off each other, stroking your hands up his chest to gently tug at his hair at the base of his neck, his playing with the tops of your stockings, the both of you sharing chaste kisses but never letting it lead to anything more.

It was hours later until you were finally, finally, saying goodbye to everyone, including a very intoxicated Nat who Sam was desperately trying to lure home. Most of the guests had already bid goodbye to the birthday girl, Steve and Sharon had just left and Bucky was waiting for his car to pull up, standing beside you and Tony as you all watched Sam try to usher Nat into the car.

You laughed as she freed herself from Sam’s shepherding and flung herself at you, her body limp as she practically fell against you, slurring her words as she told you just how much she loved you. Bucky’s snort made you look up and you saw him videoing the whole thing on his phone, most likely to blackmail her with later - it was a rare occurrence for Natasha to get this drunk. In fact, you were certain you had never seen it before, but hey, it was her birthday after all.

“You know you two could help me,” Sam pointed out, exasperated at the lack of support he was getting from his friends.

“We could Wilson, but we don’t want to, this is by far the funnier option.”

“Screw you Barnes.”

Taking pity on Sam, you tried to lead Nat back to the car only getting so far before she decided she had something else to yell to the streets of Manhattan.

“You’re my best friend Y/N, you know that? My bestest bestest bestest bestest friend ever!”

“Yeah, I know Nat, now come on don’t you want to go to bed?”

“Bed? Oh! You know who’s good in bed – Sammy! Y/N, he has the biggest-”

“Ok that’s enough! Don’t embarrass Barnes and Stark babe,” Sam cut her off, picking her up bridal style and carrying her into the car as Nat swooned over how strong he was. You had a feeling she was going to regret this in the morning, especially with Bucky filming it all.

“Night guys,” Sam called out of the car window as the car pulled off into the road.

“Night Wilson,” Bucky cried out coyly, wiggling his fingers in a wave as Sam stuck his middle finger up in return. Bucky’s own car pulled up and he said his goodbyes to you and Tony, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand much to Tony’s chagrin and you could only laugh in response to his silly antics.

The journey back to Tony’s was mainly silent, he didn’t even look at you, keeping his face turned towards the window, the only contact between you being the hand that was gripping your thigh, thumb circling your skin through the sheer material of your stockings.

Tony remained quiet as you both entered his penthouse, leaving you in the hall to follow him as he moved about the place, shucking off his coat and jacket and rolling up his shirt sleeves to his elbow before he tugged the bow tie free around his neck, leaving it to hang loosely around his neck as he undid the first few buttons on his shirt.

Not an inch of skin had been revealed to you and yet such a small adjustment was hotter than any strip tease could have possibly been, arousal blossoming in your core as you waited for him to say something – anything.

Pouring himself a glass of scotch, Tony collapsed on the sofa as he sipped at his drink, eyes locked on your form over the rim of the tumbler as you fidgeted on the spot, desperate for him to start whatever the night entailed.

“You’ve been teasing me all night babygirl: first by wearing this outfit, letting thw whole damn world see you like this, then you wouldn’t even let me touch you, then you let Barnes of all fucking people flirt with you right in front of my face and then to top it all off, you got up on that stage and let every person there see you move like that.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Tony clicked his tongue in disapproval as his eyes raked over you: “I think you need to be punished, Beautiful.”

Leaning forward, Tony placed his glass on the coffee table and rested his arms on his legs as he appraised you, roughly rubbing a hand over his beard as he decided your fate.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen darlin’, your gonna take that pretty little outfit off - except for those damn heels - and then your gonna lay across my lap, ass up, and count your spankings like a good girl, ok?”

“Yes Daddy,” You whispered, throat dry as desire flooded your being.

Unclipping the feather from your hair you tossed it carelessly to the side before gripping the end of one of your silk covered fingers between your teeth and pulling your arm free of the material, repeating the action on the other hand and throwing the gloves at Tony whose eyes hardened at the gesture.

“Don’t push it Babygirl.”

Smiling coquettishly, you undid the straps on your garter that helped to hold your stockings up, pushing the belt down your hips and to the floor before beginning to slowly pull the lace ties that held your corset together undone, the pink satin slipping out of your hands as your bare chest was revealed to his lustful eyes.

Hooking your thumbs into the tops of your panties, you wiggled your hips as you pushed them down your legs, kicking them towards Tony when they stuck on your heel. You moved to unclasp the necklace, but Tony stopped you, ordering you to leave it on as he leant back on the sofa and patted his thigh to remind you where to place yourself.

You slowly lowered yourself across this lap, hands gripping the leather of the couch as Tony’s hand wandered from the backs of your thighs, fingertips lightly grazing the skin as you fought to keep as still as possible, he moved to squeeze one of your ass cheeks before continuing his path up your back, pulling your hair into a pony tail and wrapping it around his fist.

“Tell me the magic word babygirl,” Tony leaned over you, whispering in your ear as he broke character for the first time since you’d both come back to his apartment and you couldn’t prevent the smile that broke out at his concern.

“Jericho.”

“Good girl, promise to say it if it gets too much?”

“I promise.”

“Good,” Tony pressed a kiss under your ear and then he was back to dominating you completely, quicker than the flick of a switch, “Now, how many do you think you deserve baby? I’m thinking five for each offence, you think you can handle twenty? Cause I do.”

You moaned loudly as you nodded eagerly, desperate to feel the sting of his hands on your skin.

Tony chuckled lowly at your eagerness as he kneaded the curve of your ass: “Ok than babygirl, don’t forget to count.”

That was all the warning you got before Tony’s hand moved to strike your ass, skin bouncing against his palm and you keened at the burn it left, stuttering out a one as you struggled not to let your rear chase his hand, already desperate for more.

Tony delivered his slaps evenly between the two cheeks, five on each before scattering the final ten on the tops of both your thighs as you counted out each and every one with ragged breaths. A light sheen of swear coated your skin as you writhed in his lap, his hardened cock brushing against your stomach which only served to turn you on more, your cunt throbbing with need as wetness coated your inner thighs.

Soothing the flamed skin with gentle caresses, Tony let you come down from your punishment before he hoisted you off his lap and onto the floor between his legs, reaching over you to retrieve his half finished glass of scotch before leaning back into his seat.

You rested your head against Tony’s thigh, nuzzling your face against the expensive material of his pants, staring up at him with lidded eyes as you waited for his next instructions, careful not to catch the sore skin of your ass on your heels as you knelt before him.

“You were a real bad girl baby,” He murmured, fingers caressing the side of your face as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Don’t you think you should make it up to daddy?”

Trembling hands reached for his belt, pulling the leather free of the metal and slowly tugging the zipper of his pants down, your fingers brushing over his hard cock as you did. You quickly yanked his pants and boxers down to just his thighs; you had all the room you needed, and no patience left in you to bother undressing him completely.

Your mouth began salivating at the sight of him hot and heavy in your hand, your nightlong teasing hadn’t only pushed Tony to the edge and you were more than ready for the grandiose finale it was sure to bring. You leant forward, mouth parted and tongue poking out from between your lips ready to finally taste the sweet tang of him but were stopped by Tony’s hand in your hair halting your movements and forcing you to look up at him.

“No teasing Princess. You’ve done enough of that for one night, so just suck daddy’s cock like the fuckin’ champ you are, ok?”

You mewled as you nodded, biting on your bottom lip as his words caused your cunt to clench in need, hips rolling on instinct in their desperation to have Tony fill you up and fuck you already.

“Good girl.”

You keened at the praise, wasting no time when his grip in your hair loosened, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock as you softly sucked the sensitive tip, eyes casting up to watch Tony’s reaction, a flash of excitement shocking you when you saw his eyes were already locked on you, one arm thrown across the back of the couch as the other brought the glass to his lips so he could leisurely sip at his scotch.

Longing to see him loose his composure, you locked your lips tightly around his cock, bobbing your head along his shaft as your tongue traced from the prominent veins that decorated his shaft to the spot under the head that always caused him to stutter out a deep groan, hips bucking into your mouth as his hand left the back of the couch to tangle in your hair, guiding your movements as he threw his head back with a grunt.

Your hand worked what your mouth couldn’t reach, pumping the base as you sucked his cock, muffled moans escaping your full mouth as he throbbed on your tongue. This was not playful, there was no teasing here, only a desperate need to feel him coat your tongue with his cum, your movements frantic, spit escaping your lips that were locked around his rock-hard cock and trickling down his balls.

You were certain you were dripping onto the floor beneath you, the sight of Tony with his head thrown back, eyes clenched shut as he bit down on his lower lip to strangled the sounds of his pleasure caused heavy lust to rush through your every cell, eager for it to be over so he would finally fuck you.

Hand moving from his cock to grasp his balls, you compelled your throat to relax as you took every inch of him into your mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat as you gazed up at Tony through heavy lashes.

The feeling of your throat closing around his cock as you swallowed around him caused Tony’s hips to lunge upward, his release so close he could taste it on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t want to cum in your mouth. Not tonight. Tonight, he was determined to fill you with his cum, buried balls deep in that sweet little pussy he’d been thinking about all night long.

Yanking you off his cock, you shot Tony a puzzled expression, brows furrowed and lips shiny with a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum as he ducked down to capture your swollen lips in a bruising kiss, tongue licking into your mouth as he cupped the back of your neck with his hand, the other setting his glass on the table before trailing down your side to your pussy, swiping a thick digit between your glistening folds, both of you moaning at the contact.

Tony stood from the couch, holding out a hand to help you up, one you eagerly accepted as you felt your legs shake beneath you. Tony kissed you again, this time far gentler, a soft brush of his lips against yours as you practically melted into him, his arms wrapped around your waist as he began to walk you backwards.

The feeling of cold glass against your back made you jump slightly, tilting your head to the side as Tony littered the sensitive skin there with kisses and nips. You bucked your hips against his, trying to hook your leg over his hip to try and entice him into fucking you senseless but Tony gripped your thigh to stop your desperate movements, causing a deprived whine to slip past your lips as Tony chuckled at your distress.

“Gonna remind you just who you belong to babygirl, you and every other fucking person in this city are gonna watch how well you take my cock,” Tony muttered darkly in your ear as he squeezed your hips before turning you around to face the huge floor length window in his penthouse that over looked the entire city.

You could make out your translucent reflection, eyes ablaze with lust and lipstick smeared across your lips, the diamonds around your neck rivalling the glittering lights of the city. Tony was pressed tightly behind you, his cock nestled between your ass cheeks as his hands danced across your skin, practically purring in relief at finally being touched, placing your hands on the glass in front of you for support.

Resting his head on your shoulder, Tony chuckled at your mewling, nipping at your ear lobe as you tried to roll your hips against his cock, body mindlessly searching for some relief for the ache between your thighs. One calloused hand clasped your breast, toying with the taut nipple with nimble fingers as the other slithered down your stomach, cupping your sex as you tried in vain to rut against his hand, a pathetic whine slipping past your lips as your failed in finding the friction you so badly desired, only causing Tony’s smug smirk to grow.

“Aw, what’s wrong baby?” He cooed against your neck, eyes locked on yours in your reflection as his finger swiped through your dripping slit, “You want daddy’s cock? Is that it?”

You could only nod dumbly in response, your lust-addled brain making you sluggish and cutting of any articulate thought, but Tony wasn’t tolerating it, his hands stopping their ministrations much to your dismay as he tutted at you.

“Nu-uh Princess, you can do better than that: come on, beg daddy to fuck you, beg me and I’ll fuck you real good baby, I promise.”

“Daddy,” you pleaded with on a drawn-out moan, “Please, please, fuck me. I want your cock in me, want you to fill me with your cum, w-want you to make me yours.”

Want you to make me yours.

Tony’s eyes snapped open, lip curling in a slight snarl as he gripped his cock in his hand, lining himself at your entrance and snapping his hips up into yours with a growl. Your body jerked at the shock, a gasp tearing from your lips as you head hung low, eyes squeezed shut as your body adjusted to the sudden intrusion.

“You are mine,” He snarled, voice low as his beard scratched the bare skin of your shoulder with every word he spoke.

Before you could even register what he had said, Tony was drawing his hips back before thrusting into your wet heat with a bruising pace, hands gripping you tightly to him as he fucked you relentlessly. Your hands clawed the glass as you tried to keep yourself upright, body set alight after a long night of teasing coupled with Tony’s animalistic fucking, yearning for more and yet shying away from the overwhelming pleasure you were receiving.

Every thrust of his cock into you brushed against that spot that made you see stars, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your hips rolled back to meet his every drive into you, a litany of moans falling from your swollen, parted lips as your body tensed against his, your climax building within your core and threatening to snap.

Your eyes flew open when you felt a hand wrap around your neck, giving a warning squeeze as you met Tony’s wild eyes in the reflection of the window, the thought that someone in the buildings around you could be watched such a debauched scene causing your cunt to tighten around Tony’s cock.

“Watch yourself Babygirl. Want you to watch how fuckin’ pretty you look cummin’ on my cock,” Tony grunted.

His hand remained around your throat as you groaned, his fingers moving to slip to digits into your open mouth and you eagerly starting sucking on them, laving them with the same attention you did his cock and Tony muttered out curses as he began to buck his hips even faster into you, his twitching cock signalling that his release was also near.

You kept your eyes on the pair of you, as hard as it was, your hands pressing so hard into the glass in front of you, you feared it would shatter under the force. The fingers around your neck lightly tightened their hold, cutting off the flow of blood to your head as his other hand sought out your clit, coating his digits in your slick before circling the bundle of nerves that sent shockwaves of euphoria through you.

The combination of his fingers swirling against your clit and his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every roll of his hips had you trembling in his arms as your release washed over you like a wave, every cell in your being alight with ecstasy as a sharp cry tore from your throat.

You watched Tony’s reflection, the way his brow furrowed, a near-feral look in his eye as his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you pressed against him as your body worked through your orgasm. The feeling of your velvet wet heat surrounding him, walls fluttering around his aching cock finally pushed Tony to his own end, a low groan that boarded on a growl rumbling from deep within his chest as ropes of cum filled you, his cock throbbing as he shallowly thrust into you a few final times before near collapsing against your back.

His arm shot out to prop himself against the window, his hand resting on top of yours and fingers lacing with your own as he pressed sloppy kisses along your shoulders and neck, murmuring praises into your sweat-slicked skin as you both came down from your highs, the sound of the city below you and your shallow pants deafening in the otherwise silent room.

Slowly, Tony pulled his softening cock from you, rubbing his hands along your sides as you winced at the sensitivity of your sex, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before he stooped down to hook his arm under your legs, the other wrapped around your back as he cradled you against his chest and carried you towards his bedroom.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of Tony’s neck, pressing kissing against his pulse point as he brought you straight to his en suite, delicately placing you on the worktop by the sink before moving to turn the shower on, letting the water run as he turned his attention back to you.

Grasping your ankle, Tony lifted your leg and pulled your heel off, dropping it carelessly to the floor before repeating the action on the opposite foot. Hands grazed up your legs before deft fingers hooked into the tops of the holdups on your thigh and dragged the thin material off your legs, throwing the stockings behind him without a second thought.

Tony pressed a chaste kiss to the skin of your thigh where your stockings previously sat, fingers massaging the muscles as he shifted to press his lips against yours, tongue idly stroking into your mouth as your fingers carded through his unruly hair as he unclasped the necklace from around your throat, placing it on the box that still sat on the counter beside you.

There was none of the primitive passion that defined your previous union, it was not bruising or desperate, and it certainly wasn’t a promise of more to come; it was simply two people enjoying the feel of soft lips against their own, the gentle touch of his hands and the feeling of your smooth skin against his.

It was comfort and reassurance and something akin to the feeling of home. The gentle warmth that flooded you in his embrace had a small smile playing on your lips as you basked in his affection.

“Are you alright? Did I go too far?” Tony mumbled as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as he searched your eyes for any signs of unease.

“No, m’fine. Better than fine actually.”

Tony chuckled, shaking his head as he tucked a wild strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze loaded with something you couldn’t quite place: “Come on babygirl, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”

You stayed close to each other under the spray of the water, steam filling the room as you exchanged affectionate kisses, hands washing each other of the sweat and cum that stained your skin, your eyes feeling heavier as the water soothed your sore muscles, pushing you closer and closer to sleep.

The shower soon cut off, Tony helping you out and dressing you in one of his old shirts and a fresh pair of panties before slipping into to clean pair of boxers himself, the pair of you slipping under the fresh sheets of his bed as you let out a content sigh, snuggling into Tony’s arms as you tangled your legs with his.

“You know, you really did look gorgeous tonight. I don’t think I actually got ‘round to telling you that.”

“Hm, I kinda figured, you weren’t exactly subtle,” You giggled, tracing patterns on Tony’s chest as he let out a silent chuckle. “Does Bucky’s flirting really bother you that much?”

You had to ask, as much as what happened was part of the fun you two had, a small part of his anger was still very real and you needed to know why it got to him so much.

There was a long beat of silence, Tony’s arms tightening around you before he finally responded.

“No. I guess I just got caught up in the moment.”

You didn’t believe him.

Tony’s fingers danced across the skin of your back as you both lay in silence before you turned onto your stomach and propped yourself up on one elbow so you could look down at him.

“You know Bucky doesn’t mean anything when he flirts right? I’m pretty sure the only reason he does it is to annoy you,” You tried to joke, but the half-hearted way he smiled in response showed you it wasn’t working. “Besides, even if he did mean it, there’s no way I’d be interested. I’m all yours for as long as you want me.”

“I know babygirl.”

You tucked yourself back under Tony’s arm, his hold on you tightening as his lips placed a soft kiss into your hair.

“You should get some sleep.”

You nodded, feeling the sting behind your eyes that fully agreed with the man, begging you to close them and finally give them the rest they so desperately required, bidding Tony goodnight as you drifted off to the sound of his strong heartbeat in your ear.

Although you were exhausted, sleep was not as restful as you would have liked. Your mind warning you that what had happened tonight would not be the end of it as a feeling of dread started to bloom in your chest like a weed.

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sympathyfortheblinderdevil · 5 years ago

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All Is Fair Ch. 8 Down Home

Can Tommy accept that Lia won’t babysit his ego? In this Chapter, they head to the country to find out.

Lia opened her eyes and stretched, catlike, on the crisp white sheets where she and Tommy had spent all afternoon. It was dark outside now, and the clock in the square rang eight. She was limp as a dishrag and deliciously sore. Although her back was to him, she could hear his slow steady breaths which were punctuated at intervals by the drawing in and the exhalation of smoke. She arched her back and her toes found his sinewy, hairy calf. Tommy’s paper rustled as he turned a page, and he peeked over the newsprint. “Keep doing that and you’re going to get yourself in trouble.”

Lia smiled and rolled to her stomach, her hair covered all of her face except one sleepy eye. “Doing what?” she teased and extended her other leg to wrap around his.

Tommy narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips at her. “Can’t you see I’m reading the evening news, girl. I have to keep up, or I’ll be left behind.”

He lifted an arm, inviting her to snuggle in closer and lay her head on his chest. She took his cigarette from his fingers and shallowly inhaled. He arched an eyebrow at her pitiful attempt at smoking but said nothing. They lay in silence for a few moments while Tommy finished up an article about a possible rail expansion. When he folded the paper down and discarded it, Lia exhaled in a way that was almost a laugh and nodded toward the evening post.

“You already know everything that happens before it happens.”

“Yeah, but I still need to know what is being said. I have to keep up with what the public thinks.”

He took his cigarette back and took a long drag. With her ear pressed to his chest, she could hear the air and smoke rushing into his lungs. This made her strangely aware that she was lying naked against Tommy Shelby, not just Tommy her boyfriend, but Tommy Fucking Shelby. The surreal quality of it all was breathtaking. He really did know what was going to happen before it happened. Her eyes darted to a scar on his shoulder— an obvious bullet hole. Was it from the war or something else? In the dim rosy glow of the bedside lamp, she could see scars along his jawline, a massive scar under his chin, and the knuckles on the hand that lay gently on her arm were gnarled with silvery lines. He squeezed her arm and then reached for his whiskey, and as he did he left behind faint smudges of newsprint. Lia stared at the marks for a long while, contemplating what she was doing with such a man.

Eventually, Tommy spoke, pulling her out of her thoughts. “Would you like to get something for tea?”

Lia leaned up and kissed his neck, “God, yes, I’m fucking famished…Oh, shit.” She fully sat up, dropping the sheet to her waist. “I need to let Jenny know where I am.”

Tommy let his eyes wander over her exposed skin. God, she is beautiful, he thought.

“Is she your keeper?” Tommy teased.

“No, but I don’t typically just go missing without an explanation. She will worry if I’m not home for tea.”

Tommy crushed out his cigarette in a crystal ashtray and picked up the phone. “I’ll call the pub on Cannon Lane and send word. Go ahead and get dressed.”

Lia hopped off of the bed and grabbed her slip. As it slid down over her head, she turned back to Tommy. “I think I should be the one to make the call.”

Tommy replaced the receiver but didn’t move his hand. “Because?”

Lia sighed and studied his face. It was apparent that he knew why he just wanted her to say it. It made Lia feel odd that he was making a power move over a phone call to Jenny. Almost like, in a small way, he was making her choose.

“I know the barkeep. If he says that the message came from me Jenny will be more at ease.” She looked back up at him with a matter of fact expression. She was not going to play games with him.

“Because she won’t trust a message coming from me.”

Lia padded across the short distance to where Tommy held the phone and took it from him. He let it go without hesitation but gave her an incredulous look. She unwaveringly held his stare.

“Yes, Tommy. You or any man. She is very protective of me, and I of her. I will not make her needlessly worry just to massage your ego.”

His eyes broke away first and he drained the contents of his whiskey. Tommy Shelby stood there in his boxer shorts and realized that he was behaving like a controlling ass. He simultaneously realized that Lia wasn’t having it. Not a bit.

He wandered into the bathroom while Lia made the call. As he splashed water on his face and combed his hair he could hear her soft voice relating her message for Jenny. Let her know I’ll be late and there’s no need to worry… yeah…cheers.

He saw that Lia was different from other girls on the night that they met, but he chalked much of her behavior up to naiveté. If it were just that, though, just her youth and inexperience with the way his life worked that made her so straightforward, she would have adjusted her behavior toward him by now. She would have caught on to the way people were expected to defer to Tommy Shelby, MP, OBE, and Leader of the Peaky Blinders extraordinaire. But, she had remained constant. She approached him as his equal. He liked that about her, but he also liked his own way.

***

Lia and Jenny stood next to Lia’s suitcases and stared at the contraption on the wall.

Jenny tried her best to scowl, but then broke out laughing when she said, “When it rings it sounds like a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.”

Lia cracked up, too, then picked up the card that the telephone man had left behind. In Tommy’s unmistakable script, the message read “So Jenny will always know that you are safe.” She wiped at the corners of her eyes as her laughter died down and sighed, “He really does care. I wish you could see that part of him. He is so much more than what you’ve heard, and these grand gestures…they are just second nature to him.”

Jenny eyed the card and warned, “Just remember, he doesn’t do a single thing without planning three steps ahead.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

The purring sound of a car engine could be heard on the street outside. Jenny’s furrowed her brow and hugged her cousin goodbye. “I wrote our number down and stuck it in your purse. Have fun, Lia-bug, but be careful,” she said with a squeeze.

“Always,” Lia replied and kissed Jenny’s cheek.

Lia looked amazing as she opened the door to Tommy. Her shopping trip with Ada had really afforded her some good pieces. She wore a new pair of navy blue oxfords, cream tights and a navy blue fitted dress with cream-colored piping at the hem. A chic cloche hat and a strand of faux pearls with a tassel pendant topped off her look. Her overcoat was a bit worn, so she kept it folded over her arm. She wanted Tommy to see her outfit, and he looked duly impressed, though his favorite part of Lia would always be her dark red lips no matter what she was wearing. He cut a dapper figure, as always, in a grey suit with a navy pinstripe. His watch fob was set with a pearl inlay that perfectly matched Lia’s necklace. Jenny rolled her eyes and thought that they surely planned to dress alike, although they hadn’t.

He stepped over the threshold to take Lia’s bags and saw Jenny leaning against the sideboard with her arms crossed. He smiled and approached her while reaching into his pocket.

“I hoped to see you this morning,” he said with a cordial expression. He pulled out a business card and winked at her. “You can reach me anytime. If you need anything at all you have all my numbers: home, Shelby Company Limited office, The Midland, and the betting shop. These are all my private exchanges, direct lines to me so you won’t be routed through a secretary.”

He stepped back with a pleased look on his face while Jenny fingered the card and studied him skeptically. Finally, she smiled and nodded. “Have a pleasant weekend, Tommy.”

***

The drive out to Arrow House didn’t take as long as Lia thought it would have. Once the stacks of Small Heath were behind them the air cleared and the drive became lovely. The gentle hills and green pastures reminded her of home, and she and Tommy chatted about her family’s place.

“It is small.”

“Yeah? How small?” Tommy asked.

“Just fifty acres. Most of it in pasture, but we do grow a bit of wheat and barley.”

“So do you go out in your dungarees and tend the crops?” he asked, throwing a sidelong glance and a smirk at her.

“As a matter of fact, I do! I help shear the sheep and tend the garden…I can drive the cart just as well as my father,” she flung back. “What? You don’t believe me?”

Tommy chuckled low in his chest and took her hand, bringing it to his mouth for a kiss. “I believe that you can do anything you put your mind to.”

It seemed like in no time at all they were coasting into the circle drive of Tommy’s massive estate. She had to stoop down and bend her neck upwards to see it all from the front seat of the car. “Wow…” she quietly let slip.

Tommy watched the look of sheer amazement take over her features and replied, “It took some getting used to, but it is home to me now.”

Lia straightened up and cleared her throat. “You mentioned that you grew up on Watery Lane, right?”

“Yeah,” Tommy answered.

He scratched the back of his head and felt around in his pocket until he found his cigarette case. He lit one up and put his arm around Lia. With the hand that held his cigarette, he pointed at the house. “This came at a price. Everything I have comes at a price. My time, my sweat and blood, sometimes even my sanity. But I pay it.”

She studied his face as he spoke. It was guileless and full of conviction, and she understood that he was sending her a message. He wanted her to know that the effortless cool that he usually displayed was only part of who he was. People are different at home. This weekend, in his home, he was going to draw the curtain back and show her the real Tommy Shelby.

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iamthegaysmurf · 5 years ago

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Just because I love your writing so much and I'm feeling soft, would you be willing to write a short little fic about Nicole taking care of Waverly on her period?

These two went pretty well together, so I combined them. I hope that’s okay.

I’m sorry these are taking me so long, but I promise I’m still working through all of them, however slowly it might be.

Also, once again, I demonstrated my inability to write a “short ficlet.” This one is very close to 5k words. WHOOPS.

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Set during Season 2, after the events of 2x06, but before the beginning of 2x07.

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“…right on my front lawn.”

If disdain could take a tangible form, Mrs. Berg would be dripping it all over Nicole’s desk. She’s been carrying on like this for over thirty minutes already, and Nicole knows that Nedley recently reminded her about the importance of protecting the ordinary, innocent citizens of Purgatory, but she’s hard-pressed to believe that this is what he’d had in mind.

“And then…”

She continues droning on, but Nicole is no longer listening. Waverly just entered the station, heading for the Black Badge office, and Nicole can immediately tell that something is… off. Setting aside the fact that she’s over an hour late, Waverly’s hunched forward as she walks, her eyes downcast, and the bag she has slung over her shoulder seems like it’s weighing her down in more ways than one. Her entire body sags under the burden of it, and it looks like she’s dragging ass so badly, Nicole is sure she’s leaving tracks behind her.

There’s usually only one thing that can harrow Waverly to this extent, but given the recent pregnancy revelation, Wynonna has actually been on her best behavior the last couple of weeks.

That only leaves…

Nicole subtly glances at the calendar on her desk to confirm her suspicions: it’s that time of the month, and from the looks of it, Mother Nature is dragging Waverly over the coals this time around.

All Nicole wants to do is go and take care of her disheveled girlfriend, but instead, her attention snaps back to Mrs. Berg as her spiel finally draws to a close.

“And that is why I’d like to file a formal complaint against Ms. Doucette and that… that… hell hound of hers.” She clutches at her farmer’s market necklace as though it’s some heirloom string of pearls. “Honestly,” she continues to mutter under her breath, “spawn of the devil, that thing is.”

It takes all of Nicole’s finely-tuned control not to roll her eyes right in front of Mrs. Berg, and Ruthie’s blatant snort from across the room is not helping. Ruthie and Miss Linda have been friends for over sixty years, and Rosie – Miss Linda’s springer spaniel mix – is the furthest thing from a hell hound Nicole has ever seen. And she would know, because she’s pretty sure she had a run in with a real hell hound out behind the old boot factory a couple of months ago.

Still, Nicole knows she has to keep a straight face and take this complaint just like she would any other. Nedley told her he had big plans for her future, and part of being a good Sheriff is knowing how to keep the peace for all of her citizens. Even the ones who think they’re somehow above this backwater town they’ve chosen to live in. At least Waverly is teaching her how to master the smile and wave.

It’s perfect for situations like this.

“Of course, Mrs. Berg,” Nicole says patiently, letting her dimple show as she smiles warmly at the hag of a woman standing in front of her. “If you could just fill this out for me. In triplicate,” she adds, handing Mrs. Berg the complaint forms for Bylaw 23M2006, the Responsible Pet Ownership ordinance.

“You’re saying I have to fill out all of this paperwork myself?” Mrs. Berg asks, clearly offended by the notion.

“Oh, yes,” she answers. Despite the fact that Ruthie is snickering from her desk again, Nicole manages to put on her best serious face. “I’m afraid it’s protocol, ma’am. All official grievances must be filled out and signed by the complainant, otherwise they’re null and void.” She holds the forms out again, doing her best to hide the smug grin that’s fighting to break through. “You can have a seat over there and use one of the clipboards if you’d like to get started,” she continues innocently, pointing at a row of chairs with cracked vinyl coverings lined up against the wall on the other side of the counter.

“I don’t have time for this nonsense,” Mrs. Berg scoffs, pushing the papers back in Nicole’s face. She grabs her faux-designer handbag off the counter and practically stomps back down the hall to the front door, her high heels clacking dramatically all the way.

“Have a nice day, ma’am!” Nicole calls after her, unable to help herself, and Ruthie finally loses it completely.

“Well, that’s one way to handle the bullshit, kid,” she manages through her cackling, and Nicole doesn’t even try to stifle the little giggle that bubbles up as she slumps back in her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Honestly,” she sighs. “Rosie is the sweetest dog I’ve ever met. The kids love her, the officers love her… everyone loves her.” She drops her hand and shakes her head, looking over at Ruthie. “How could anyone want to file a complaint about Rosie or Miss Linda?”

She makes a note to bring some extra treats for Rosie the next time she checks in on Miss Linda. Maybe even a new bandana for her to wear around her collar.

“Listen, Haught. There’s something you’ll learn reeeeal quick about ol’ Laura Berg.” She leans in, like she’s about to impart one of life’s greatest secrets. “That woman is so full of herself, she’s nothing more than pompous old blowhard.”

Nicole snorts, not expecting that kind of candor. Ruthie’s never one to hide her opinion, but she’s not usually so blunt about it. Nicole raises a curious eyebrow, and Ruthie waves her hand dismissively.

“She’s been like this since we were in school. Used to call her Hexie when she wasn’t around because she’s such a witch about everything.”

“Seriously?” Nicole chokes out, unable to hide her laughter any longer.

“Still call her that most of the time,” Ruthie answers with a wicked grin. “If you don’t believe me, just ask Mama Lou when you head over there to get your girl some coffee.”

“Wh-what?” Nicole was certainly planning to run across to Mama Lou’s for some fresh coffee and maybe a snack, but unless she’s completely lost her mind, she’s pretty sure she hadn’t actually said anything about that yet.

“I’m not stupid, kid,” Ruthie laughs at the face Nicole is making. “I saw you watching her from the moment she set foot in here, and she definitely looks like she could use a pick-me-up. You know I’m not wrong. I’ve told you before… I know everything.”

“Right. I’m beginning to believe that…” Nicole mumbles, her face burning red as she scratches at the back of her neck. “Well, uh… can I get you anything while I’m out?”

“Nah, I’m good. Just steer clear of Hexie. Wouldn’t want her to cast a spell on you,” Ruthie says, wiggling her fingers dramatically.

Nicole crumples up a Post-It and throws it at her on her way out.

“Mmmm… You smell good…”

“Thanks,” Nicole chuckles, leaning down to kiss the top of Waverly’s head. She’s been standing in the doorway to the Black Badge office for several minutes now, but Waverly was too focused on the books in front of her to notice. “But it’s not me this time.”

“It’s not?” Waverly finally looks up, confused. Nicole can see the bags under her eyes, and immediately feels something squeeze in her chest.

“Well, I suppose it technically is,” Nicole considers for a moment before dropping a small, white paper sack on the desk next the coffee she just placed in front of Waverly. “But I brought you some vanilla donuts from Mama Lou’s. You looked like you could use them.”

“Thanks, baby,” Waverly says with a weary smile, sagging slightly against the desk. “I’m just so exhausted lately.” She digs into the sack, making an obscene noise when she bites into one of the donuts.

“I know. It’s that time, isn’t it?” Nicole asks, taking a sip of her own coffee.

“Yeah,” Waverly sighs. “But it’s usually not quite this bad. I think I’m just rundown from everything else that’s going on, too.”

“Hey,” Nicole says gently. “You’re allowed to need a break, baby. Nobody expects you to go balls to the wall, twenty-four-seven.” She places another kiss to Waverly’s temple. “Can I rub your back for you?”

“God. Yes.” Waverly slumps forward, resting her forehead on the desk, exposing the litany of knots that run up and down along her spine and across her shoulders. “Please,” she grunts, when Nicole’s fingers find their way to the small of her back.

Nicole spends the next fifteen minutes carefully working out the knotted muscles, the silence only broken by the occasional short gasp or drawn out moan. She half expects Wynonna to come crashing through the door at any second with a smug look on her face when she thinks she’s performing another Wynonnus Interruptus. For once, she’d be completely wrong, and Nicole would love to give her some shit for it.

“I hope you’re not drooling on that page,” she finally says after checking her watch.

Waverly grumbles and shoves at her playfully, but wipes the back of her hand across her mouth just the same.

“As much as I wish I could stay here and do this all day, I’ve gotta get back to work, baby.” Nicole strokes her fingers through Waverly’s hair a few times. “My break’s over, and I’ve got a lot to do before my shift is over.”

“Everything okay?” Waverly asks, suddenly concerned.

“Yeah, it’s nothing bad,” Nicole reassures her. “Just Nedley giving me a few more responsibilities around here ever since he mentioned the…” her voice drops to barely a whisper, “…the Sheriff thing.” She looks around before continuing, as if anyone else would be in the Black Badge office with them. “I’m taking my new duties seriously. I don’t want to let him down.”

“You won’t,” Waverly says, her voice going soft to match the look in her eyes. She reaches out to take Nicole’s hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m so proud of you, Nicole.”

Nicole melts a little at that, a warmth blooming in her chest. She dips her head and smiles up at Waverly. How did I ever get so lucky?

“I think we’re both the lucky ones, baby,” Waverly answers, still squeezing her hand, and Nicole realizes she must have said that last part out loud. She blushes and moves to hide her face, but Waverly tilts her head up for a proper kiss, and Nicole could never deny her that.

“I’ll be right out here most of the day if you need me,” Nicole says when they break apart. “Unless a call comes in, but Ruthie will know how to find me if it’simportant.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Waverly says, smiling softly again. “Go be the best Sheriff-in-training you can be.”

“Shhhh…” Nicole giggles quietly. “That’s not common knowledge, you know.”

Waverly grins and pulls her in for another kiss before shooing her toward the door.

“Gotta go make sure no one casts any spells on Ruthie and me,” Nicole says, letting a hint of conspiracy creep into her voice.

“What? Someone’s casting spells?” Waverly’s already half out of her chair before Nicole can raise a hand to stop her.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” she assures Waverly. “There’s no spells. It was just a joke we had from this morning.”

“You sure?” Waverly narrows her eyes, but settles back into her chair.

“I promise,” Nicole says, making the Scout’s Honor sign. “How long are you planning on working tonight?” she asks, her hand dropping to rest on the doorknob.

“I’m not sure,” Waverly sighs. “Until I figure this out, I guess.” Her eyes drift across the stacks of books spread out in front of her.

“Well, I don’t have any plans for the evening. I’ll be back to keep you company when my shift’s over.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

Nicole pauses in the doorway. There’s more she wants to say, but they’re not quite there yet, so she hesitates for a moment and then blows Waverly a kiss as she pulls the door shut behind her.

There may be a lot of things she’s still learning, but there’s one thing Nicole knows for sure: Her girlfriend works way too damn hard.

“I’m 10-24 from this last patrol, Ruthie.”

“10-4, Haught. Everything secure?’

“All good. You need anything before I head back in to call 42?”

“Negative. Stanton is already 41, so you can do the handoff when you both get here.”

“10-4. Mark me as 10-7 while I pick up some dinner on my way in, and then I’ll be there with these patrol logs.”

“10-4.”

Nicole had already called in her order before starting the walkthrough for the final security check on her list, so it only takes a matter of minutes for her to run in to Golden Moon, pay the bill, and pick up the brown paper sack full of fresh, hot Chinese food.

Her stomach rumbles at the smell, and she’s fairly certain Waverly hasn’t eaten anything since the donuts she brought her earlier. She just wants this day to be over so she can get back to her girlfriend, and though she’s normally very by-the-book about these things, she allows herself to drive a little faster than usual on her way back to the station.

The handoff with Stanton goes smoothly, given that there’s not really much to catch him up on. It had been a slow day – a rarity in Purgatory, which makes them all the more appreciated. Nicole had not only been able to finish up several reports, but was also able to spend some time working on a list of guidelines for the new visibility directive that she and Nedley had recently discussed. She’d even had time to complete the entire first round of security checks on the daily patrol log that she’d worked out with several of the local business owners.

By the time she’s finished filling Stanton in, Ruthie has already said her goodbyes for the evening, and Nicole pops her head in to the dispatch office to say hello to Cooper and wish him a good shift. With all of that out of the way, she can finally sit down for some dinner with Waverly.

“Hey, baby. I brought so–”

Nicole stops dead in her tracks, halfway through the door to the Black Badge office. Waverly is still in exactly the same place Nicole had left her this morning, with several books open and spread out in front of her, and a pen in hand, poised above the pad of paper that she’d been scribbling notes on.

Except that she’s fast asleep.

Her other elbow is resting on the table, with her hand propping her head up, and she’s fast asleep. Mouth hanging open, quiet little snores, and all.

It would be adorable if it wasn’t so goddamn heartbreaking.

“That’s it,” Nicole mutters, backing out of the office quietly, shaking her head as she hurries out to where her cruiser is parked just outside the door. She slides into her seat long enough to secure the bag of takeout in her center console and turn the key in the ignition, making sure the heat is on and the vents are all pointed at the passenger seat.

Back inside, she kneels down next to Waverly, not wanting to scare her when she wakes her up.

“Hey, sleepyhead…” she says softly as she reaches out and brushes some of the hair out of Waverly’s face.

Waverly jerks awake with a snort, startled, eyes wide as she tries to place herself in her surroundings.

“Easy, baby,” Nicole coos. “Easy. It’s just me.”

Waverly’s body immediately relaxes at the familiar voice, her confusion melting into a sleepy smile.

“Hey,” she rasps, her throat dry. She clears it a couple of times, grabbing the bottle of water next to her on the table. It’s gone warm, and she frowns, wondering how long she’s been out.

“It’s time to go,” Nicole says, rising up to kiss Waverly’s temple before reaching out to close the musty tomes so she can start stacking them up.

“What?” Waverly asks, her brow furrowing. “We can’t go yet. I have so much work to do…”

“Not tonight, you don’t.”

Waverly opens her mouth, but Nicole presses a finger to her lips before she can say anything else.

“No arguments,” Nicole says firmly. “All of this will still be here in the morning. But tonight, I’m taking you home, and you’re gonna let me take care of you.”

“But, I–”

“Nope,” is all Nicole says before leaning forward to silence Waverly with a kiss.

Waverly allows herself to get lost in it for a moment, and when she finally pulls away, she nods breathlessly.

“Good,” Nicole grins. “Now let’s get you bundled up.”

She grabs Waverly’s coat and scarf from the other chair they’re draped across, and once Waverly has found her feet and buttoned up, Nicole locks the Black Badge office behind them on the way out to her cruiser. Waverly sighs happily when she settles into the passenger seat, soaking up the warmth from the vents that have been running this whole time.

Nicole rests her hand on Waverly’s knee, and smiles warmly when Waverly absentmindedly laces their fingers together. It’s only a short ride to her house, and before long, she’s depositing the takeout on the kitchen table and hurrying back to help Waverly strip out of her coat and boots.

“Why don’t you head up and take a hot shower to loosen up those muscles a bit while I warm up our dinner?” Nicole reaches out and takes Waverly’s hands in her own. “You know where the, uh… supplies are in the bathroom, and you can grab something to wear from my dresser when you’re done.”

“Are you sure?” Waverly asks, frowning slightly.

“Of course, baby. Tonight is all about giving you a well-deserved break.”

“Thanks, Nic,” Waverly sighs wearily. She pushes up on her toes to kiss Nicole’s cheek and then begins trudging up the stairs. “I won’t be long. I promise.”

“Take your time,” Nicole says, waving her hand as she starts back toward the kitchen. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Blankets, blankets… Need more blankets…”

Waverly reappears on the stairs less than twenty minutes later, just as Nicole is finishing up her preparations for the rest of the evening.

Nicole loses her train of thought for a moment when she looks up and sees Waverly standing there in a baggy UBC basketball hoodie and pair of her old sweatpants with the waist and legs both rolled enough so that she’s not walking on them, still drying her hair with a towel and looking slightly more rejuvenated.

“Feeling any better?” she finally asks, shaking herself out of her stupor. She’s seen Waverly wear her comfy clothes before, but it never ceases to have this kind of effect on her. Every damn time.

“Just what the doctor ordered,” Waverly grins, padding softly across the floor to join Nicole at the end of the couch. “What’s all this?” she asks, pointing at the pile of blankets on the cushion and the covered tray on the coffee table.

“Just trying to make sure you have everything you need,” Nicole answers with a shy half-shrug.

“You’re everything I need,” Waverly murmurs, stepping closer to pull Nicole into a tight hug. Nicole’s arms immediately wrap around Waverly’s shoulders, cradling her as she buries her face in Nicole’s chest and stays there for nearly an entire minute without moving. It makes Nicole feel warm all over as she rests her cheek on top of Waverly’s head.

When Waverly finally steps away, she settles into the corner of the couch, tucking her feet up under her.

“Whatever’s on that tray smells amazing,” she says, rubbing at her belly. “I didn’t realize how hungry I am.”

Nicole lifts the cover to reveal a large bowl of sweet and sour soup with a little cup of peanut butter resting next to it. There’s also a bowl of egg drop soup and an order of crab rangoon, all of which are producing little columns of steam that twist and curl around the lid in Nicole’s hand.

“I know soup is your favorite when it’s your time, so I hope this is alright for tonight?” Nicole asks hopefully.

“Baby,” Waverly says dramatically, her mouth watering. “It’s perfect.”

“Good,” Nicole breathes, slightly relieved. She hands Waverly a bottle of water and a couple of Midol. “I’m just gonna go jump in the shower real quick. Just long enough to wash away the smell of the station. But you go ahead and get started, and I’ll be right back, okay?”

“I can wait…” Waverly says, chewing on her lip.

“Don’t be silly.” Nicole rolls her eyes and grabs one of the wooden TV trays she keeps next to the couch. “I’ll just be five minutes. Eat,” she says, pushing a spoon into Waverly’s hands after she’s taken the painkillers.

Waverly giggles as Nicole grabs the nearby blankets and wraps them around her until she’s just a bundle with arms and a face. She sets Waverly’s soup on the tray in front of her, gives her a quick peck on the lips, and hurries up the stairs.

True to her word, she’s in and out of the shower in just over five minutes, throwing on her academy sweats and hoodie as she heads back down the stairs to join Waverly on the couch. She pretends not to notice that one of her crab rangoons is missing, but Waverly teases that she took it as a “tribute.” They make quick work of what’s left of their dinner and Nicole hops up to clear away the empty containers.

“Nooooo…” Waverly whines, making grabby hands at Nicole as she starts to walk by. “I need my bonus blanket!”

“Your bonus blanket will report for duty in just a minute,” Nicole laughs, stealing a kiss as she goes. “Just stay right there and don’t move.”

Waverly pouts, but acquiesces, and Nicole scurries off to the kitchen. She sets some water to boil in the kettle and pours some milk into a mug and sticks it into the microwave. It doesn’t take long before she gets a beep and a whistle in short succession. She quickly adds her cocoa powder to the milk and leaves the marshmallows to melt across the top before turning her attention back to the kettle.

Nicole hates tea. Hates it. Most of the time, she can’t even stand the smell of it.

But Waverly loves tea, and Nicole loves Waverly, so she keeps an entire shelf in one of her kitchen cabinets stocked with all of the teas she knows Waverly likes, just in case she ever wants any when she’s over.

Tonight calls for something special, so she reaches to the back of the shelf and pulls out the small canister of Whittard Dreamtime instant tea she keeps hidden back there. It’s one of Waverly’s favorites, and she orders it special from the UK, so Nicole started keeping a small stash of it on hand for special occasions.

Waverly told her once that the special blend of honey and apricot and vanilla gives it soothing properties, like a lullaby in a mug. Nicole wrinkles her nose while stirring in the tea, much preferring her own French vanilla hot chocolate with marshmallows, but if ever someone needed a lullaby in a mug, Nicole figures Waverly deserves one tonight.

“I hope this was worth the wait,” Nicole says when she returns to the living room, carefully setting Waverly’s tea on the tray in front of her.

Waverly reaches forward to wrap her hands around the steaming mug and leans in to take a deep breath.

“You made me Dreamtime tea?” she asks, gasping slightly. “Wow, you’re really pulling out all the stops tonight,” she grins.

Nicole’s shoulders sag slightly as she sets her own mug down.

“Sorry,” she mumbles. “I was just trying to help.”

“Nicole,” Waverly breathes, reaching over and resting her hand on top of Nicole’s. “Thank you. I love it. Everything is perfect,” she says seriously, her eyes soft and genuine.

“Yeah?” Nicole looks back up of at Waverly, her cheeks red.

“Yeah.” Waverly leans in and kisses Nicole, stroking her cheek gently in the process.

“I thought maybe we could just curl up and watch something tonight?”

“That sounds great,” Waverly says, leaning her head against Nicole’s shoulder. “What do you want to watch?”

“Anything you want, baby.” Nicole kisses the top of her head. “I’m all yours.”

“Hmmm…” Waverly ponders, tapping her chin. She takes a sip of her tea while she thinks. “God, that’s so good,” she groans, her eyes slipping closed like it’s a religious experience.

Nicole can’t help but chuckle as she sips her own hot chocolate. She reaches out and toys with Waverly’s hair, still slightly damp from the shower.

“Oh!” Waverly says, her eyes going wide. Nicole jerks her hand away, afraid she startled Waverly or something. “What about Big Little Lies?” she asks, her face lighting up with excitement. “We keep saying we want to see that, but we never have time!”

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Nicole agrees. She loves watching shows that let her sharpen her deduction skills. She loves them even more when she gets to watch them while snuggled up with her girlfriend.

Waverly sets her mug back down and claps gleefully while Nicole finds the remote and navigates the menus until it’s ready to go. She glances at Waverly, who gives her an enthusiastic nod, and she presses ‘play’ before settling back into the couch next to Waverly.

They remain upright so they can both still enjoy their tea and hot chocolate, but Waverly shuffles closer until her leg is pressed along Nicole’s, and she draws random patterns on her knee while they watch the opening scenes of the first episode.

At some point, they finish their drinks, and Nicole sets the mugs aside and folds the tray down so it’s not in the way. She has Waverly turn slightly next to her and begins running her fingers through her hair, gently parting the strands while they continue to watch. By the time the first episode is finished, Nicole has folded Waverly’s hair into two matching French braids on either side of her head.

“Thanks, Nic,” she whispers, tipping her head back to kiss the underside of Nicole’s chin. “Now where is that bonus blanket you promised me?”

“Bonus blanket, reporting for duty,” Nicole laughs, but stands next to the couch and holds out a hand to pull Waverly up next to her. Waverly looks confused, but Nicole just continues to grin as she rearranges the blankets on the couch.

“How about this?” she finally asks, lying down on her back with her head propped up on the armrest. She opens her arms wide, indicating for Waverly to join her.

Waverly’s smile could blind the sun as she climbs on top of Nicole, stretching out along her long body and resting her head on Nicole’s chest. Nicole reaches over and pulls the blankets on top of them, making sure Waverly is completely tucked in.

“Comfortable?” she asks when everything is settled. Waverly nods against her with a happy sigh. “Can you still see the TV?”

“Yep.”

“Good. You ready for the next episode?” Nicole asks, grabbing the remote.

“More than ready,” Waverly says, squeezing Nicole slightly in the best attempt at a hug she can manage from the awkward position.

“Okay, here we go.” She hits play and reaches behind her to click the lamp off, leaving them happily snuggled up in the soft glow of the television.

Nicole keeps one of her arms wrapped around Waverly’s shoulders, making sure she’s still secure and not going to roll of the couch, and she lets her other hand gently rub soothing circles into her lower back. Waverly’s body radiates contentment, and it’s all Nicole could have asked for tonight.

They start out discussing the episode as it plays, but it doesn’t take long for Waverly’s comments to peter out, transitioning into mumbles more than anything else. The episode isn’t even half over before Nicole hears the first soft snore.

It melts her heart, thoroughly and completely.

She’s hooked on the show, but it’s something they really wanted to watch together, and she’d never keep going without Waverly. Careful not to disturb the sleeping lump lying on top of her, she stretches out her arm toward the coffee table, just barely able to grab the remote with her fingertips without having to actually move from her position as a combination bed and bonus blanket. She flips through the channels quickly until she finds the one she’s looking for.

At least the Raptors are playing tonight.

#prompt fill #my fiction #wayhaught #wynonna earp #ask and answer #anon #writer asks #writing #mine

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littlemix-styleblog · 5 years ago

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Requested Little Mix Inspired Chokers

Leigh

New Look Gold Chain Bar Choker: £4.99. Leigh doesn`t wear chokers as much as the other girls, So hers was a bit hard for me but we got there in the end. So I decided and because I was at my wits end to go with this chain choker, Why? Well because Leigh likes wearing a gold chains, necklaces etc So it felt right to include this one in the pack.

MissGuided gold look conch shell necklace: £8. Can you guess where I got inspiration from? I had one left to find for her and I couldn`t find one at all and then a lightbulb went off in my ehad and to say I`m proud is a understatement. Inspired by her Inaseashell swimwear collection these chokers are all the craze at the moment. You would be a fool not to purchase this one.

New Look Gold Love Slogan Velvet Choker: £4.99. Bit of a odd one this one but I chose this one because Leigh likes spreading love, she likes giving love and she likes giving the message of love over to anyone so what better then to have a choker with the words emblazoned on it.

River Island Gold colour interlinked choker necklace: £8. Inspiration taken from her Cartier necklace which has two gold hoops linked together, But is much more expensive this choker. So why not go for one cheaper eh? We also have another alternative for this one in black

Jesy

Lamoda Loyalty Cross Studded Choker In Black Faux Suede: £5. Now Jesy was the most easiest since she went through quite a long phase of wearing different kinds of choker. Her style was very gothic, bad, big chokers which arent to everyone's style. But we tried to stick to that style while keeping it as subtle as possible. So we picked up this choker from Lamoda which has gold studs all across. It`s subtle but also Jesy`s choker from left to right.

Claires Gold & Leopard Chokers - 2 Pack: £10. She seems to be wearing a lot of leopard lately, So it felt right to include a leopard print choker.

Topshop Ring PU Choker: £15. This is very similar to some of the ones Jesy owns and I didn`t think they sold these anymore but surprisingly they do. This one comes from Topshop.

Lamoda Bring It Black Chunky Buckle Choker: £7. No it`s not a belt.

Perrie

Missy Empire Hisa Gold Pearl Detail Choker: £7 £3. Perrie`s style is rather chic and boho, So this choker is perfect for her here.

Boohoo Plain Velvet Choker: £3 £2.40. Nothing wrong with a black plain choker.

Topshop Conch Shell Necklace: £10. Same reason as Leigh, these are bang on trend at the moment and these suit Perrie down to a T.

New Look Black Leather-Look Hand Pendant Chocker: £3.99

Jade

Miss Empire Laura Black Lace Choker: £8 £4. I found Jade`s jewellery style is very dainty. So we incorporated this black lace choker from Missy Empire.

Missy Empire Gabi Rainbow Fabric Choker: £7 £3. We stumbled across this choker and we would`ve been fools if we just left it.

PRETTYLITTLETHING SILVER DIAMANTE MULTI CROSS CHOKER: £8 £3. Not really your everyday wear but it reminded me of when Jade wore a choker to Coachella last year, Can be worn for a night out with friends or for dressing up for a event.

Boohoo Suedette Wrap Around Choker: £4 £3.20. Was surprised to find this being sold too as I didn`t many of these weren't around anymore. Again we`re going for the dainty, small, demure look.

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#Little Mix #Boohoo #Jesy Nelson #Leigh Anne Pinnock #PrettyLittleThing #Perrie Edwards #Jade Thirlwall #Missy Empire #Claires #Lamoda #New Look #Topshop #River Island #MissGuided

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insanely-creative-things · 6 years ago

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Big Hero 7: The Series

Fred’s Bro-Tillion

Long post

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Big Hero 7

*The bright sunshine of a Thursday morning shines brightly on the Lucky Cat Cafe. There Gogo, Wasabi, Hiro, Cora, Honey Lemon, and Baymax are at one of the tables waiting for their breakfast made by Aunt Cass.*

Cass: Lucky Cat Special! Funny Side-up!

Honey Lemon: Aw! It's so cute!

Gogo: I don't like my breakfast cute.

*The funny side-up special is two sunny side up eggs with ketchup eyes and smiling mouth complete with sausage arms and bacon legs.*

Wasabi: * Whispers to Hiro and Cora* The eyes... they follow you!

Hiro: Oh I think that's why Fred likes it.

*Cora brings her finger up to poke the eggs on the yolk softly. For a second Cora thought she saw the eggs glare at her so she pulls her finger away, and when she looks again the eggs resumed in their happy position. Just then Cass is hitting the coffee machine to work*

Cass: Co'mon! Work!

Hiro: Maybe it's time to replace it.

*Cass bring out a rolling ping to hit the Coffee Machine again while also venting out her frustration for said machine*

Cass: I wish I could just buy a new one! But their too expensive!

Wasabi: Remind me never to mess with her.

Cora: *Deadpan* Wasabi, have you met my grandmother?

*After beating it up, the Coffee Machine shakes a little and than resumes pouring out coffee as it usually does*

Cass: There! Fixed.

*But Cass will soon eat her words as no sooner as she says that, the Coffee Machine starts to rumble violently and pours out coffee non-stop*

Baymax: I suggest you back away.

*The Coffee Machine let out steam before a knob violently shot off like a bullet, ricocheting across the Cafe and destroying one of Fred's eggs in the process, to which also lands on Baymax's face along with a piece of bacon making Baymax have a smile for a few seconds before it falls off*

Cass: *To the other customers while wincing* Watch out! Sorry!

Baymax: I will get it.

*The knob of death finally slows down enough for Baymax to catch it.*

Baymax: I have got it.

Hiro: Oh well maybe I can fix it?

*But the sputtering and steam of the Coffee Machine told him otherwise*

Cora: Yeah...no. That Coffee Machine is officially dead. Sorry Aunt Cass.

Cass: Can we still call it a Coffee shop if we don't serve coffee?

Wasabi: Speaking of dead, Fred's eggs didn't make it.

*The surviving egg looks in horror over their friend's splattered remains*

Hiro: Wait w-where is Fred?

Cora: Yeah he usually comes around here at this time.

Baymax: Scan indicates...Fred is not here.

Honey Lemon: Should we be worried?

Gogo: We could worry, or we could call him.

*At that moment, her phone let's out a ringtone with Fred's face to indicate the identity caller.*

Gogo: Or he could call us.

*Once Gogo answer's Fred's Facetime call, she is greeted by Fred's panicking voice and expression.*

Fred: Guys! Emergency! Help! Now!

*Immediately the gang suit up to help Fred in his emergency. Cora and Hiro are on Baymax's back debating over who would attack Fred.*

Hiro: My biggest theory is that Yama found him and is holding him hostage.

Cora: I bet you ten bucks that Globby is the one holding Fred, he does seek wealth and Fred is super rich.

Hiro: *Smirks* I'll take that bet.

*Finally the team reaches to Fred's room and storm in.*

Cora: OK Globby, drop Fred right now!

*But there was no threat visible. Instead it was Fred reading his comic books dressed in a blue bathrobe with his hair wrapped in a towel, cucumber slices over his eyes and Heathcliff filing his toenails.*

Baymax: This does not appear to be an emergency.

*After the gang dressed back into their civilian clothes, they sit down to talk with Fred over what is really going on.*

Hiro: So Fred? Eh..what's wrong?

Gogo: This better good.

Wasabi: If your looking for someone to cut your toenails the answer is no! Never again...

Cora: A part of me wants to ask...but the other part knows better...

Fred: That hang nail was majorly infected OK? A man can't operate on himself.

Cora: Never mind...

Honey Lemon: Freddy, why are we here?

Fred: Because it's here! There's no escape! There's no hope!

Gogo: Alright. Drama King. Explanation now.

Fred: It's my *lands on couch and muffles* Bro-Tillion.

Wasabi: What did he say?

Hiro: He's reptilian?

Honey Lemon: Oh something with his costume!

Cora: Did your costume go haywire or something?

Fred: No! Bro! Bro(X4)

Gogo: Heathcliff, translation?

Heathcliff: The time has come for Master Frederick's Bro-Tillion. A grand gala held in his honor where he will be formally presented to the city's money elite.

Gogo: Fred, translation?

Fred: It's a stuffy party where I have to stuff myself into a stuffy suit and talk to stuffy people about stuffy things! And that's not even the worst part! And then there's... Binky...

Baymax: I do not have any data on...Binky.

Mother Fredrickson: Beverly Samantha Mole, AKA Binky. The reigning queen of San Fransokyo's snob society. She's rude, she's arrogant, she's-

Heathcliff: Quiet insufferable, not at all down to earth like you Madame.

Mother Fredrickson: Which is why everything must be perfect, right dear?

Fred: Right...Mom.

*After his mother took his measurements, she left the room*

Gogo: Why does your Mom care what this Binky lady thinks?

Fred: Well... There was the time I defaced priceless art, in my defense the concept of priceless art was still new to me. Then there was the monkey incident, in my defense the monkeys looked up to me as their leader! And I'm still not allowed at the yacht club! In my defense... well I don't really have a defense for that.

Gogo: Wow.

Fred: Yeah wow! I can't let my Mom down again! You guys have to help me! I need to become a proper young gentledude, and I need to do it by Saturday.

Wasabi: Saturday? Which Saturday? This Saturday?!

Honey Lemon: OK! We can do this! You've already take care of personal grooming, your mom's handling wardrobe, what's next?

Fred: Preparing for the moment I fear more than anything... The dance!

Gogo: That really wasn't worth the dramatic pause.

Fred: Ya-huh!

Hiro: Don't worry Fred, I got this.

Cora: Yeah, and I'm sure there's some books to help you be a gentleman, like...this one!

*Cora grabs one of the few novels in Fred's bookshelf*

Cora: This is a perfect example on how a gentleman should be from the classic novel, Pride and Prejudice ...

*But Cora than notices the full title on the book*

Cora: And Zombies?

*Cora looks at Fred who shrugs sheepishly in response*

Cora: *Sigh* Well, it's a start.

*The next day, Hiro is downloading various forms of dancing into a new chip for Baymax to help Fred. Cora is with the gang currently teaching Fred how to act like a gentleman, though they eventually got a little bored and so Cora started to make Fred laugh by acting like a stereotypical blue blood wealthy woman aka Binky.*

Cora: *Snobbish tone* Oh My! My thousand dollar diamond necklace is such a drab, and it doesn't match with my chiffon pearl silk dress! I cannot allow myself to become the faux pas of the ball!

Fred: *Laughs maniacally* Oh man, Cora! St-stop it! My-my sides! I think I'm gonna die laughing!

Cora: *Snobbish tone* Oh ho ho ho ho! You're so hilarious Frederick!

Gogo: Hiro's here.

*The door opens to reveal Hiro and Baymax as they walk into Fred's room, and Cora quickly resumes her normal speaking voice.*

Cora: Hi Hiro!

Hiro: Hey Cora. So, how're the lessons going Fred?

Fred: *Shrugging* Eh, their going okay, but we were starting to get bored.

Cora: *Snobbish tone* Quite so. After all, it is insufferable to continue on without a little fun!

Hiro: *Snorts while laughing* OK, now that's hilarious Babe! But we can laugh more later. Right now, allow me to introduce Baymax! Now with dance mode!

*Hiro scurries to hit the lights to present Baymax's new dance skills thanks to the chip Hiro made. The gang sat around the couch to watch*

Baymax: Five, six, seven, eight.

*The lights turned off to dramatically reveal Baymax in the spotlight. Baymax suddenly moves with elegance and grace that was not present in his healthcare mode, but with Ballet he is now as light as a feather. Then Hiro snaps his finger to switch Ballerina Baymax to him doing the Scottish Jig. When Hiro snaps his fingers again, Baymax performs in 70's disco dancing, and finally ending it with the ever popular dance to suit Baymax.*

Gogo: The Robot? Really?

Cora: *giggles as she watches Baymax* You know if we had had this before, we could've given High Voltage a run for their money.

Baymmax: The Waltz.

*Baymax extends his hand to Fred to which he warily takes. Then Baymax takes Hiro and Cora to meet with them.*

Hiro: W-woah! Baymax w-what are you doing?!

Cora: W-wait! Hold on!

*But Baymax just places Hiro and Cora to the proper position to begin the waltz and then to Fred himself.*

Baymax: Your arms go here and here.

*Hiro blushes as his hands are wrapped around Cora's back and hand, and Cora's face reddens as her hands were on Hiro's shoulder and his hand.*

Hiro: Uhhh Baymax, w-why are we d-doing this?

Baymax: It is beneficial for Fred if he is not alone in learning the waltz.

Hiro: OK...

Fred: Well this is kind of nice.

Baymax: I will lead you while Hiro leads Cora. Ready?

Fred: Ready?

*Baymax then starts dancing the lead, and the teen couple look at each other for the moment before they started dancing as well, listening and watching carefully to Baymax's instructions.*

Baymax: Step, Side. very good. Step, side. step, side.

*Hiro and Cora diverted their eyes as their blushes reigned strong on both of their faces while they slowly danced. Honey Lemon takes a picture of the blushing dancing teens squealing excitedly.*

Honey Lemon: This is so cute!

*Just then Fred's mom entered the room.*

Mother Frederickson: Terrible news Frederick! Avalanche on the family mountain! OF course your father is leading the search party.

Fred: *Excited* So my party's off?

Mother Frederickson: Don't even joke about that!

*Just then Heathcliff arrives to talk to Madame Frederickson.*

Heathcliff: Madame, more terrible news. The caterer has canceled.

Mother Frederickson: What? No! No! Did you tell him I-I would pay him obscenely?

Heathcliff: Of course.

Mother Frederickson: Oh this can't be happening. Come Heathcliff we have to find another caterer or the Bro-Tillion will be ruined! I'll be ruined!

*As Fred's mom left the room, Hiro got a look in his face that told Cora he has a plan*

Cora: You have a plan don't you Hiro?

Hiro: Yup. *To the gang* Be right back!

*Hiro let's go of Cora, both standing still for a moment before they run off to catch up with Fred's mom. They eventually found her and Heathcliff in the kitchen.*

Mother Frederickson: This is a disaster all the best caterers are committed! What am I going to do? No cadpetes, no crudites. Oh Binky's going to have a field day.

*Hiro takes this opportunity to step forward*

Hiro: Maybe not! You know it just so happens I know of a hot new Caterer.

Mother Frederickson: You do?

Cora: *Smiles proudly* He does.

Hiro: Oh yeah, totally undiscovered gem!

Mother Frederickson: Does this undiscovered gem have references?

Hiro: References? You mean living in the past? Look she's not some stuffy old Caterer making the same stuffy old..stuff. She's exciting! She's hip. You'd be on the cutting edge!

Cora: Yeah! She's guaranteed 100% fresh!

Mother Frederickson: Me? On the cutting edge, oh that would make Binky's blue blood boil. Hiro you are a lifesaver!

*After Fred's mom left, Cora spots a large book on a table nearby. Curiosity is running in her head as she walks to it and spots a long list of unpronounceable names until she spots a very familiar name.*

Cora: Huh? Alistair Krei is going to be at the Bro-Tillion too? I thought the party was only for blue bloods as Mrs. Frederickson insisted.

Heathcliff: And you would be right Miss Cora, but Mr. Krei's persistence won the madame over since Binky would never allow New Money to her parties.

Cora: Hmmm... Well okay then!

*While Cora was talking to Healthcliff, Hiro got out his cellphone to call his Aunt.*

Hiro: Guess what Aunt Cass? You're going to be able to buy that new Espresso Machine. You have done catering before right?

*The teen couple walks back to Fred's room where Hiro's phone shows Aunt Cass' enthusiastic face with emojis of smiling cats to show she is up for it.*

Fred: It's hopeless, I can't do it.

*Baymax is waltzing by himself as Fred spoke*

Hiro: You know who else thinks you can't do it? Binky Mole! Are you gonna let her be right? Or are you gonna be on the cutting edge?

Fred: On the cutting edge of what?

Hiro: I-I don't know, i-it worked on your mom. The point is you're going out there on Saturday to show Binky Mole what you're made of. That you're Frederick Frederickson the IV and you're not afraid of anything!

Fred: Well, spiders... a little... I mean not debilitating.

Cora: Fred... I know with us here to help, YOU are going to make that blue blood snob eat her words when she sees you.

Fred: OK! Get over here Mr. Marshmallow, we're gonna waltz now!

*Baymax grabs Fred's hand and pulls him to the dance.*

*Saturday night finally came as Fred's Bro-Tillion is being held at San Fransokyo City Hall. The ballroom sparkled with light as the chandelier lights up room with elegance. Meanwhile Cass had been hard at work making the cutest Hors d'oeuvres anyone has ever seen. Honey Lemon, Wasabi, Gogo, Hiro, Cora, and Baymax are dressed in waiters' outfits as Aunt Cass made the last finishing touches. Honey Lemon sports a white blouse with a bow-tie and a black waitress skirt, Gogo is imply wearing the male Waiter's outfit with vest and her roller skates.*

Honey Lemon: Ooh look! A panda! Look at his little face isn't he cute? I named him Parker and that kitten over there? That's Rodrigo! Isn't he adorable?

Gogo: Honey Lemon, don't get emotionally involved with the Hors d'oeurves.

*With the boys' side, both Wasabi and Hiro are wearing white shirts, bow-ties and black pants without vests, the difference that Hiro is leaving his shirt untucked. Cora and Baymax were the simplest in comparison: Cora did sport a white blouse and black pants like Gogo sans vest, but she has no bow-tie and her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. Baymax simply wore a bow-tie and that was it.*

Aunt Cass: OK guys, get out there and circulate. Leave no mouth unappetized! No hand unbeveraged, and most importantly have fun!

*With their respective platter of the appetizers in their hands they went out to serve. Hiro however has some difficulty moving around considering his height.*

Hiro: Uh Excuse Me! Coming through!

*Baymax also has trouble going through the crowd due to his huggable marshmallow design.*

Honey Lemon: Can I interest you in a cute panda? Or perhaps an adorable kitten?

*The old woman grabs a panda and takes a bite out of his head, however she chose the one Honey Lemon named earlier.*

Honey Lemon: Parker...

*Just then Gogo zooms to correct Honey Lemon*

Gogo: Told you.

*She leaves just as a man was about to grab an appetizer from her platter.*

*Baymax finally raises his arms to let out some air, but the sound of air releasing from Baymax's body causes the other guests around his area to leave.*

Wasabi: Up up up!

*Wasabi pulls out a napkin to wipe off the person's face who had just eaten one of the appetizers.*

Wasabi: Don't forget a napkin. You're welcome.

Baymax: Hello, I am Baymax.

*Baymax leans to to scan the young woman's face*

Baymax: Your recent Rhinoplasty is approximately 73.9% healed.

Woman to Doctor: I thought you said it wasn't obvious.

Cora: Step...side..step..side...step...twirl

*Due to being a half inch shorter than Hiro, Cora did have a little trouble moving around. But she recalled Baymax's dance lessons and she used the steps she learned to move around gracefully around the guests without bumping into anyone or spilling a drop. Finally she arrived to her intended guests.*

Cora: If I may sir, would you like any of these Hors d'oeurves?

Krei: Well don't mind if I do. Hey, wait a second... I know you!

*Cora looks up to see Alistair Krei in his best suit, holding a deviled egg shaped like a chicken and looking at her in surprise, recognizing her as one of the heroes who saved his life.*

Cora: *Smiling politely* I'm sure you do. And I must say it is very nice to meet you properly Mr. Krei. Though I must admit, I didn't figure you would be joining in on Fred's Bro-Tillion.

Krei: Well I can't just not attend to a party of one of the heroes' who saved my life now can I?

Cora: *Cocks eyebrow* I suppose not. And I'm sure it's not just because you also found out that Fred's filthy rich as well.

*Krei raised an eyebrow at Cora, but she simply shook her head and smiled. Just then they all heard the sound of a microphone.*

Mother Frederickson: Good Evening all! Thank you for coming, it is with great pride that I introduce the Bro of the hour, my son Frederick.

*Fred walks towards the center step of the stairs, looking very uncomfortable in his tuxedo. But his anxiety worsened when he spotted the woman he is most fearful of.*

Fred: Binky!

*Fred quickly runs to Baymax for help.*

Fred: Baymax help! I forgot the steps! My mind is blank! Everything is swirling around me!

Baymax: Your systems indicate acute anxiety. I recommend deep calming breathes.

*But Fred's deep, calming, breathes resembled more like hyperventilating.*

Baymax: Oh no. Now you are hyperventilating. Breathe into this.

*Baymax held out his hand which opened a small hole for Fred to breath into it like a paper bag.*

Fred: It's not working! It feels like the whole room is shaking!*

*The whole is indeed shaking, violently so. Just then a giant drill bursts from the floor into the ballroom where the guests fled upon sight.*

Hiro: Guys, what is that?

*The latch of the drill opens as it reveals an old man whose half of the body is covered in metal*

Steampunk Admiral: Greetings San Fransokyo! It is I! Baron Von Steamer!

*Nobody said a word since they have no idea who he is.*

Baron Von Steamer: I was a pretty well known villain in my day... No? Steam? Steamer?!

*Silence still reigns among the guests*

Baron Von Steamer: Nobody remembers?! Ugh well I guess there's not room in your fancy pocket vest telephones for history?

Mother Frederickson: This is a private affair sir, and you did not RSVP.

Baron Von Steamer: I did not RSVP, and I didn't bring a guest. But I am taking one... Frederick Frederickson the IV!

Fred: Wait what? Does this mean I don't have to dance?

*Soon enough the rest of the guests runs out of the ball in fear for their lives. But even with the Baron's destruction, Cass passes her business cards to the wealthy guests about her catering job*

Cass: Lucky Cat Catering! Tell your friends.

*Just then Krei is running to the door*

Krei: Just for once can't I enjoy an evening out without being attacked?!

*Just then Cass handed Krei her business card.*

Cass: Lucky Cat Catering! Tell your friends!

Krei: Oh I will.

*He gives his signature smile as Cass slightly blushes before he resumes running for his life. Binky isn't as concerned as she simply walks away in damp clothing.*

Mother Frederickson: Binky! Wait! There's a perfectly good explanation for all of this! I think... Binky come back!

Fred: Wow! A super villain crashed my Bro-Tillion!

Wasabi: Yeah! A super villain crashed your Bro-Tillion!

*Wasabi and Fred runs down the stairs to escape.*

Hiro: Protect Fred!

*Gogo is the first to respond as she swings her platter to knock out the man but he simply caught it and crushed it. He then surrounds himself in steam as Hiro throws the silverware at the pillar of steam. But the steam continues to move forward.*

Baymax: Scanning.

*Just as the Baron is going to attack, Honey Lemon uses a tablecloth to blow away the steam. She gives a sheepish smile before she dodges out of the way.*

Hiro: Honey Lemon!

*Hiro, Honey Lemon, and Gogo hide behind one of the pillars as steam comes to their direction.*

Gogo: We need our gear!

Baymax: Steam is hazardous. It can cause third-degree burns.

Baron Von Steamer: That is the ambition of the weapon! Pale dirigible!

*Baymax is than sent flying through the air as the steam melted the ice sculpture of Fred into a puddle.*

Baymax: That is hot.

Fred: He melted my face? A bro should not have to see his own face melt!

Wasabi: Don't look at it!

*Wasabi grabs Fred as they run from the Baron. He throws the piano they were hiding behind back as the three dodged. Wasabi tries to open the door but it refused to open.*

Wasabi: Ah co'mon!

*Steam appears as the Baron appears before them.*

Baron Von Steamer: Ah! Young Frederick! You have grown since the baby child you presumably were at one point!

Wasabi: *Whispers to Fred* So I'm guessing you two haven't met.

Fred: *Whispers back* I'd think I'd remember.

*The Baron pulls out an old comic book cover of a well built man in a super hero suit*

Baron Von Steamer: You are a spitting image of your accursed father-

*The Baron grabs Wasabi but he felt something hit the back of his head, he turns around and spots a single black flat shoe.*

Baron Von Steamer: Who dares throw a shoe at-

*Another shoe is thrown, but this time it's straight to his face. He stumbles back before his vision cleared to see Cora with bare feet*

Cora: I dare! Now let my friend go you old-timer steampunk freak!

Baron Von Steamer: I have no time for your games little girl-

*But then he spots the mark on one of her ankles, the mark featuring a crustacean-like Scorpion.

Baron Von Steamer: I can't believe it! You have the mark!

Cora: What?

*The Baron walks towards the girl as he drags Wasabi by the collar of his shirt.*

Baron Von Steamer: The only way you could have a mark like that is if you are related to the Monster!

Cora: What?!

*But he did not answer her question*

Baron Von Steamer: The mark of the Demonic Titan! Now tell me girly, where is the monster?!

*Cora's eyes widened in fear and confusion as the Baron pins her to a pillar*

Cora: *Struggling against his grasp* I-I don't know w-what you're talking about!

Baron Van Steamer: Liar! I'll make you talk-

Hiro: Hey! Leave Cora alone!

*The Baron turned his head as he saw the young boy rush towards him, but he simply grabs him by the collar of his shirt. He considers throwing him away but then he spots the look in the both of teens' eyes. They are afraid for each other. He gives an evil smirk*

Baron Von Steamer: I had just intended to take his son, but now since you are connected to the monster and refuse to talk... I will take this boy too.

Wasabi: Guys help!

Hiro: Let us go!

*The Baron walks away to the center of the room as a pillar of steam engulfs them.*

Gogo: Let them go!

*But when she runs to the steam she just went across it. The evil laughter runs through the ballroom.*

Wasabi: I'm not Fred.

Baron Von Steamer: Silence prisoner! Tell Boss Awesome he has until Midnight to surrender if he wants to see his precious baby child again... That goes the same for you girly! If you don't reveal to me the location of where the monster resides... The boy will pay!

Fred: Okay, not sure which way your creepy laugh is coming from, could you cackle again please?

Baron Von Steamer: No!

*When the steam finally clears all they could see is the large hole the Baron came through. No Drill, no villain, no Wasabi, and no Hiro.*

Honey Lemon: He got Wasabi and Hiro!

Fred: The super villain thought Wasabi was me!

Gogo: Super confused villain.

Cora: I'm also confused! Who are Boss Awesome and Demonic Titan?! I don't even know who or what the Demonic Titan is!

*Fred recalls the memory he had after they all defeated Callaghan. He takes them back to his mansion where he reveals a secret room behind the family portrait where the secret super hero lair is...The lair of Boss Awesome...his father.*

Honey Lemon: Your Dad was a super hero?

Cora: An actual, honest-to-goodness, real-life super hero?

Gogo: Named Boss Awesome?

Fred: Twas the 70's.

Cora: Fred, I know we need to find a clue to this 'Baron Von Steamer' guy and what he has against your father and what his deal is with this 'Demonic Titan', especially if we're going to save Hiro and Wasabi. But...should we really be here any longer?

Fred: No, but Dad's halfway around the world in Switzerstein.

Honey Lemon: We can keep a secret!

*Just then the screen behind them turned on and heard a man's voice*

Frederick the III: I'm glad somebody can!

Fred: Umm hey Dad!

Honey Lemon: Hi Mr. Frederickson!

Frederick the III: Do you mind telling me why you and your friends are doing in my secret super hero den!

Fred: Well we're at my Bro-Tillion, then this guy Steamer shows up!-

Frederick the III: Baron Von Steamer?

Gogo: Yeah, that's the one.

Frederick the III: I can't believe he's still in the game! He was old back in the day!

Fred: Well he's back...for revenge!

Frederick the III: Of course he is, he was my arch nemesis.

Cora: Mr. Frederickson. Steamer kidnapped our friends, do you have any idea where he would take them?

Frederick the III: He had multiple hideouts as I recall, but he did have a couple of favorites! Hit that button there!

*As soon as Fred did, another screen pulls up beside them to show a map of San Fransokyo.*

Frederick the III: The lights indicate the locations of Steamer's old lairs.

*And immediately Fred pointed out the places that are not Steamer's lairs today*

Fred: Can't be that one it's a Noodle burger now. Yep and that's a Noodle Burger... that's a Noodle Burger, Noodle Burger and another Noodle Burger, oh wait, no no, you know what that's a Yaki Taco.

Cora: So the only two that aren't Noodle Burgers, save one Yaki Taco*Turns her eyes to Fred for a moment as she says this*, are the abandoned subway station and the old iron works.

Gogo: Their on opposites sides of the city.

Cora: Than I say we split up! You guys head over to the iron works and Baymax and I will go to the abandoned subway.

Frederick the III: Classic!

*Just then a yeti is about to attack him but Frederick simply punched him in the face. Cora looked at the retired super hero with worry in her eyes, the others knowing she was scared for Hiro's well being.*

Cora: Mr. Frederickson I must confess, I'm worried...Steamer took our friends because he not only wanted you to face him...but he mentioned something about... a person or something, called the Demonic Titan? Who or what is it? And what does Steamer want with it? Do you who have any ideas who or what it is?

Frederick the III: Slow down young lady, I know you're worried about your friend and boyfriend.

Cora: *Surprised* How...did you know?

Frederick the III: I've seen that face many times when I was Boss Awesome, especially on people who fear for their loved ones. Keep your chin up and you'll save them before you know it.

*Cora gave a small grateful smile to Frederick's words of comfort*

Frederick the III: Now about this Demonic Titan and 'who he is'. I'm afraid I have only heard rumors about him, but they all say that he was a giant with the strength of a bear plus a gorilla.

Fred: A bearilla!

Frederick the III: Indeed son. But I'm afraid he was a lot more terrifying than that. They say he's from a very powerful crime syndicate and that his strength is from either being born an inhuman beast in.. well, in human-skin, or something more...insidious...possible a human experimentation...

*The group felt a chill run up their spines with looks of disturbed fear on their faces from the description of the Demonic Titan that Fredrickson just told them.*

Frederick the III: But fortunately you don't need to worry about Steamer finding the Titan.

Cora: Uh... H-how come Mr. Fredrickson?

Frederick the III: Because...the Demonic Titan died 16 years ago.

*Meanwhile at the Baron's lair. *

Baron Von Steamer: Finally! After all these years I will get my revenge! I will best my mortal enemy by taking the thing he treasures the most! His offspring, his heir! His baby child! For nigh upon half a century your father and I have clashed! And my condolences Baby child, for tonight Boss Awesome will perish! And with him dead, I will discover where the Demonic Titan resides, and with him under my control nothing can stop me! Nothing!

*While the Baron was monologuing, Wasabi and Hiro tried to move the bars in their cage to escape.*

Wasabi: Look scary steam guy! I have no idea who Boss Awesome is, but I can assure you I am not his Baby Child!

Hiro: Yeah! And what the heck is this Demonic Titan you keep going on about!? And what makes you think Cora has any idea about it!?

Baron Von steamer: That's exactly what your father would want you to say! Besides everyone knows of the legend of the Demonic Titan! And that girl, she bares the mark of the monster. Only someone of the Demonic Titan's bloodline could bare that mark on their person, meaning that that girl is descended from the monster! So she must know where he is. And with you, her precious boy in my grasp, she will have no choice but to tell me! And when she does, I will finally have him under my command!

Wasabi: What no?! You're not listening to me! I'm not Fred! You got the wrong guy!

Hiro: And not to mention you are completely crazy! There is absolutely no way Cora is descended or even remotely related to any Demonic Titan monster-guy! I doubt she's even ever heard of him, I know I've never heard of him before!

Wasabi: Well hey don't look at me either! This 'Demonic Titan' just sounds like something from one of Fred's comic books to me!

Baron Van Steamer: Augh I swear your generation gets slower by the second. The Demonic Titan is exactly who he is, a ferocious giant with the strength of a thousand men! Some say that he does not possess the soul of a human, but of an animal! A Monster! A BEAST BORN AND BRED TO LAY NOTHING BUT DEATH IN HIS WAKE!

*Wasabi and Hiro's now have fear on their faces as the Baron describes the unstoppable weapon of a man who would not hesitate to kill anyone in his way.*

Baron Von Steamer: Save your breaths anyway you two, if your Daddy and your lady don't show and tell me the location of the beast... it will be your last.

Wasabi: Our last breath? No no no I have lots of breaths! Watch!

*Wasabi begins to take deep breaths*

Hiro: *Looking down* Oh no!

*As of while, Cora is on Baymax's back in their super hero suits heading through the abandoned subway tunnel to find Steamer and rescue their friends.*

Baron Von Steamer: Salutations nosy interlopers!

*Cora motioned Baymax to stop flying as they walk through the tracks.*

Baron Von Steamer: You have made the grievous error of transgressing on the lair Baron Von Steamer!

*Just then two pillars are shot out of either side of the wall, ducking just in time as the pillars just slammed each other. Baymax pulls the pillars apart to check on Cora. *

Cora: Thanks Baymax... man that was close...this ancient booby trap nearly got me.

*Baymax activates his hand flash light*

Baymax: I will search for more booby traps.

*Cora sighs as her suit began to glow a bright aqua green to illuminate their surroundings.*

Cora: OK now...hopefully they should be near the end of that tunnel.

*Just then her suite began to glow a dark blue*

Cora: Hold on, there's something at the end of that tunnel! I think some kind of object is nearby.

Baymax: The object is moving towards us.

Cora: What? What do you mean?

Baymax: I mean it is moving, towards us, rapidly.

*A bright light comes forward*

Cora: It's another booby trap Baymax!

Baymax: Oh no.

*The booby trap reveals itself to be a steam powered furnace-like train heading rapidly towards Cora and Baymax*

Baymax: I suggest we leave.

Cora: No kidding Baymax!

*Cora immediately hops on Baymax but their exit back has suddenly been closed off.*

Cora: Seriously?!

Baymax: That is unfortunate.

Cora: Baymax! Lift the tracks!

*Cora jumps down from Baymax as he lifts up the tracks upwards. He then turns around and shields Cora from the train's impact to the tracks. After the dust settles the only things on Baymax's armor are small pieces of rubble.*

Baymax: You are safe now.

Cora: *Cough* *Cough* Thanks Baymax. *Cough*

Baron Von Steamer: Salutations Nosy interlopers! You have made the grivious error-

*But just as they avoid another b*** trap Cora rushes forward to see it was only a phonograph*

Baymax: Baron Von Steamer is not here.

Cora: So they're at the old iron works, let's go Baymax.

*Cora turns quickly, not acknowledging that she bumped off and broke a priceless piece of history as she hops onto Baymax with a furrowed brow on her face*

*At the Iron Works the rest of the team consisting of Gogo, Honey Lemon, and Fred tread carefully on the old Iron Works. Water drips down on the floor and mold has spread to the metal*

Gogo: Well this place is disgusting.

Fred: Yeah, Steamer really nailed it!

Honey Lemon: Guys look!

*Gogo and Fred went to Honey Lemon. Honey Lemon picked up a kitty face Hors D'oeurve from the party earlier.*

Honey Lemon: It's Rodrigo! He made it!

Gogo: Wasabi and Hiro are leaving us a trail.

*Fred flips open his Kaiju mask to inspect the cat and then finally eat it. Honey Lemon's heart would be heard shattering if the others weren't busy figuring out which way Wasabi and Hiro are.*

Fred: Oh! I'm sorry, did you want to eat this?

*Honey Lemon's sadness spoke through*

Honey Lemon: *Eye twitching* Uh...Rodrigo..

*Meanwhile Hiro and Wasabi are watching the Baron check over the gears in his machine. Hiro and Wasabi both check their phones only to see that they have no service.*

Wasabi: Of Course.

*Hiro then uses his phone as a mirror to find anything in particular that would help them escape while Wasabi tries to further his phone to find a signal. But the creak of the cage made the Baron look up but the two quickly hid their phones. Wasabi then finally got a signal...only for him to drop his phone.*

Hiro: Oh no...

Baron Van Steamer: Oh yes, midnight is nigh captain buffoon, and your Daddy and lady friend are not here!

Wasabi: I'm not Fred! and my Dad's an orthodontist!

*Just then Honey Lemon, Gogo, and Fred open a latch and hide themselves nearby.*

Baron Van Steamer: Nice try baby child! Fire up the Iron Works!

*Below the two boys the molten metal ooze flows towards the center pit where the cage is slowly lowering towards it. Hiro clings to Wasabi for dear life as did Wasabi with Hiro.*

Wasabi: No no stop! What if I say I am?!...*Looks up* Fred?

Fred: Super Jump!

*Fred springs into action as he uses his flame thrower to set fire to the string attached to the cage.*

Hiro: Fred aren't you supposed to be saving us?!

*The metallic creaking is heard as Gogo kicks the cage out of the way of the pit, leading them to land safely off the side.*

Gogo: You can open your eyes now.

*Hiro did just that and saw that they are still alive*

Wasabi: No! Not ready yet!

*Hiro gets up and steps out of the cage.*

Hiro: Gogo where's Cora and Baymax?

Gogo: Cora went with Baymax to check over Steamer's other hideout to find you. They'll be over here soon enough kid.

*The Baron pulls a lever that lifts him to a machine.*

Baron Von Steamer: Millenials!

*Soon he was out of sight*

Wasabi: Uhh did he just give up?

Honey Lemon: I think we should get out of here now.

Hiro: Couldn't agree more.

Wasabi: Aah!

*The Baron's laughter is heard as he reveals another of his steam powered contraption to slay them*

Gogo: What is that?

*The Machine unfolds itself to resemble a giant eight legged spider.*

Fred: K guys...I lied. My fear of spiders is debilitating.

Baron Von Steamer: Where is Boss Awesome? You're not bosses or awesome!

*He slams one of the legs to crush them.*

Honey Lemon: Watch out!

*The five dodge the attack, all of them landing in different directions.*

Fred: so it's a spider...with a hammer!

*Gogo throws her disks but they just swing back*

Gogo: I just don't see how this thing has anything to do with steam!

Baron Von Steamer: Well you can't tell from the outside but it's steam powered!

Honey Lemon: I guess we'll have to take your word for it.

*Honey Lemon throws a chem ball to the machine with it briefly encapsulates it, but smashes it free and into Honey Lemon's shield bubble she made just in case.*

Baron Von Steamer: There you are baby child Frederick.

Wasabi: Uh Fred, you wanna say something right now?!

*Fred is too busy hyperventilating to answer. The Baron finally smashes open the bubble but Gogo pulls Honey Lemon out of the way just in time.*

Honey Lemon: Run Wasabi!

*Wasabi runs off but the force of the hammer nearly lands him to the molten pit. Just then Baymax and Cora fly in to grab Wasabi just in time and safely place him back on the floor.*

Baron Von Steamer: How many of you are there?!

Wasabi: Baymax am I glad to see you.

Baymax: Scanning. You are unharmed. But damp.

Wasabi: Yeah well it's hot in here and... I uh..maybe peed myself a little.

Cora: ...Gross...

Hiro: Cora!

*She turns her head to see Hiro safe and unharmed.*

Cora: Hiro!

*Cora got off Baymax to run to Hiro but the Baron's spider metal claws catch them, trapping them in his grip. Honey Lemon quickly brings out a chem ball to block out the sight of the Baron, but Gogo bumps into her and they instead are stuck. Baymax then flies up to rescue the two teens, avoiding the flames in the process. But Baymax as well is trapped by the leg of the spider machine.*

Baymax: Hiro. Cora. Are you two injured?

Hiro: *Strained* Fred...

*Fred watches as the spider machine make it's way towards him .*

Fred: Huge spider...so big.. So many legs...

*But then he sees the state of everyone. Gogo and Honey Lemon are stuck together, Baymax is pinned to the ground, and the teen couple trapped in the machine's clutches.*

Fred: Oh no...Everybody...Co'mon Fred! You can do this! That's it!

*Fred jumps forward to face of the mad Baron.*

Fred: You want Frederick Frederickson the IV then here I am! In a Lizard Costume!

Baron Von Steamer: Wait? You're Frederick? Ah yes I see the resemblance! You scoundrel! How dare you impersonate a Frederickson!

*At the direction of Wasabi.*

Wasabi: *Deadpan* Yeah, that's what I was doing.

Baron Van Steamer: At last I will exact my revenge by defeating my arch enemy's little baby child!

Fred: Listen Steamer! Today is my Bro-Tillion! Today I'm not a baby child! I'm a Man Child!

*The Baron swings his hammer to squish Fred but he simply dodges away by remembering Baymax's waltz lessons.*

Fred: Step, side!

*Fred flies on top to set it on fire. Then he melts one of the legs.*

Fred: Step side-

Baron Von Steamer: Hold still you fidgety-

*Fred then step and sides his way up to grab Hiro and Cora from the claws of the spider bot*

Baron Von Steamer: Meet! Your!-

*But Fred's waltz of justice is far from done.*

Baron Von Steamer: Stop melting my legs!

Fred: Step, Side, KA-boom!

*Fred jumps high to kick the bot off balance and slam against the wall.*

Fred: You crashed the wrong party Steamer!

*Steamer gets out of the fallen machine as he wobbles. Baymax helps Hiro and Cora stand up while Fred frees Gogo and Honey Lemon while Wasabi joins them.*

Baron Von Steamer: It appears you have bested me Frederick! But I will have my revenge! Villainy defies gravity!

*Steamer pulls the lever where the tubes pull him up but he is momentarily stuck. After a few moments he finally makes it out.*

Cora: *Sigh* Are you OK Hiro? He didn't do anything to you did he?

Hiro: Nope, well aside from being nearly dipped into molten metal, I'm fine.

*Cora smiles as she warmly hugs Hiro and kisses his cheek.*

Honey Lemon: Awww! This is just too adorable.

Gogo: So what are you gonna do now since your Bro-Tillion bombed?

Fred: Well... I have an idea where to host it. And this time it's under my terms!

*A few nights later Fred's Bro-Tillion is hosted in the Lucky Cat Cafe. In here the party felt more lively and more upbeat instead of the stuffy and snobbish atmosphere before. Cora and Hiro are standing next to each other as they drink their sodas as Cass comes forward with a pile of papers.*

Cass: Hiro! you see? All these are catering jobs! I'm booked solid! And I love the new Espresso Machine.

*Hiro and Cora however just updated the old machine with one of Steamers old pieces. But it works beautifully as it were just brand new. Binky stood unimpressed as the steam melted her hair.*

Honey Lemon: See? This is nice.

*Gogo grabs a horse cookie from the platter to eat but Honey Lemon's look of horror stopped her.*

Gogo: *Sigh* What's his name?

Honey Lemon: Ciana.

*When the music changes to a waltz where Fred approached his mother.*

Fred: May I have this dance?

*Soon mother and son danced the waltz*

Fred: Do you think Binky's having a good time?

*Binky however is not amused, which Baymax notices.*

Baymax: Your stress level is elevated. Would you like a hug?

*Baymax hugs Binky*

Baymax: There there.

Fred: I'm sorry my Bro-Tillion got ruined Mom, I know how much you wanted to impress Binky.

Mother Frederickson: Oh I don't know. I like this one better, it's much more you. Besides I think it's time we both stop worrying about what Binky thinks. I'm so proud of you dear.

Fred: Back at ya Madre.

*Baymax silently instructs the steps of the waltz on his screen, where for once everyone was having fun.*

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