#he's a professional spa girlie

[insanityisdivine]

Spa Girls

[raisin-writes]

Asking to paint their nails- Donquixote family:

sfw, no warnings, just for sillies :) read as platonic but can also be read as romantic (minus sugar- i dont care that shes 22- and dellinger, dont be a weirdo).

Doflamingo:

He prefers to call in a nail tech and have a little mani-pedi spa day with you instead.

It's nothing personal, he appreciates the thought, but if hes gonna get his nails done, he wants it to be professional.

Wants you to match with him more often than not and gets a little mad when you refuse to, but wont hold it against you for very long.

A classic french tip girlie but may mix it up with a nice pink or a light glitter overlay from time to time.

Trebol:

He'll allow it, but god does he make it an insufferable experience.

He loves messing with you by intentionally making his hand twitch/flinch/shake.

"Bweheheheh! oops, guess you gotta start over now!"

He'll finally stop when you threaten inform him that you only have so much nail polish remover left and he'll end up with messy, ugly, clumpy nails that you wont be able to fix.

He's fine with whatever you give him, just dont make it look stupid.

Diamante:

Absolutely!

He's tickled that you would want to spend time with him like that.

Requests things like flashy white or gold stars, sparkly reds, or a nice baby blue to match his eyes.

A little bit of a stickler about your technique, but he wont be too hard on you if you mess up.

It's just nail polish after all.

Surprisingly will want to paint yours in return to match his.

His technique is ironically not that great.

Pica:

...... Reluctantly agrees.

He's silent as he watches you work, but his gaze is very intimidating and scrutinous.

Kind of a mouth breather, dont comment on it or he'll get mad at you.

If you ask him very nicely, he'll let you experiment on his toe nails, painting them however you want.

He's satisfied with a simple matte dark purple, but his favorite is a metallic gold- not the regular nail polish, but the holographic powder, he likes the shiny chrome finish.

Vergo:

Some days he'll say yes, sometimes its just not a good time.

He's a busy guy, he doesnt have all the time in the world to sit down and let you fiddle with his nails.

Sometimes he just doesnt want his nails painted and thats that.

On the off chance he agrees, he prefers a simple solid black or a plain white.

Giolla:

Yes, but she's such a karen about it.

So passive-aggressive and indecisive.

Makes you never want to paint her nails again.

Likes loud, contrasting colors and sometimes fun stencil patterns.

She usually compliments your work after its over, but will sometimes make a back-handed comment if she isn't completely satisfied with the results.

Lao G:

Surprisingly agrees to it.

However, shaky hands make for many mistakes.

Dont bother putting a top coat on.

regardless of the outcome, he'll give you a thumbs up and a "GREAT WITH A CAPITAL G!"

Gladius:

Bully him into it a little and he'll cave.

He's used to this, having been the test subject for a younger Baby 5 when she first got into nails.

At least you seem to know what you're doing, comparatively.

Prefers plain black but can be swayed into dark colored marbling with gold flecks.

Machvise:

Another test subject for young Baby 5's nail journey, and Dellinger's.

He thinks it's funny to walk around with bright, obnoxious nails, but really could care less what you give him.

He actually kinda liked the time you gave him pizza slice nails.

Draws the line at press-on nails.

Sugar:

Allows it, but will very bluntly tell you you're doing it wrong.

The best compliment you will get from her is, "its not the worst."

She likes when you put cute stickers and stencils on a pretty pastel blue color.

Señor Pink:

Needs to be lead to believe it was his idea, otherwise the answer is no.

Watches intently, doesnt speak much.

Sucks his pacifier suddenly from time to time and the sound in the otherwise silent room makes you flinch.

He doesnt have any preferences, but appreciates when you make the color match his bonnet.

Might make you do his toe nails too so they match.

Viola:

Of course!

Her favorite is a dark mauve with white hand-painted flowers on the thumbs and/or ring fingers.

Dont worry if you cant paint the flowers correctly, she still appreciates it all the same.

She'll ask to paint yours in return.

Dellinger:

Slay 💅✨

You can use his nail polish.

Teases you if you mess up but genuinely starts to get annoyed if you make too many mistakes.

Likes cat-eye and holographic effects; don't worry, hes got the magnets and powders for it.

If he's feeling generous, he'll return the favor, but he might give you what he thinks would look good instead of what you want.

Buffalo:

Nuh-uh, no way.

......... Unless?

Easy to bribe into getting his nails painted.

Lets you paint them however you want, as long as you fullfill your end of the deal.

Baby 5:

Yes!!!

She loves getting her nails painted.

She'll even paint yours, however you want them!

She likes lace tips, but can easily be swayed if you think something else would look better on her.

(Please be kind to her; if you really must, meet her in the middle so she still gets what she wants.)

Bonus:

Bellamy:

Beg him over the course of a week and he'll eventually cave, but only his toe nails where nobody will see them.

Prefers plain black or navy blue colors.

Is very fidgety and uncomfortable the entire time.

(ironically, he doesnt like people touching his feet (he's ticklish))

Groans and complains, asking every 5 minutes if you're done yet.

Such a big baby.

Corazon:

Yes!!!

He's giddy at the thought, he would love for you to paint his nails.

Really, he just likes the quality time he gets to spend with you.

His favorite is a dark plum color with soft pink heart stencils.

He'll offer to paint yours in return, but knowing him, he'll just end up spilling a bottle or two.

Or three.

[lickmeleclerc]

The anon saying that Charles and Charlotte will probably break up... I agree. Tbh I have the feeling that 2022/2023 will make them or break them. Like, she just graduated from college (I think?), so that in itself is a change in her life. Charles is getting more famous now that Ferrari is back competing, so his professional life is changing a lot and it will definitely affect his personal life... Their relationship give me an off vibe since the very first moment, because I've followed the whole drama in 2019. I decided to mostly not be judgemental with Charlotte due to the fact that wags always get a lot of hate and she was very young. But three years have come and gone, and I still get an off vibe from her. Especially because she's not that close to his family. She's part of his group of friends. That's quite different from when he dated Giada... Like, Canada? He brought his whole family and his family close friends there to support him? And she was having a spa day with her sister in Monaco? And he's always like "now I'll spent some time with my friends and girlfriend. Then I will spent some time with my family". They've been dating for three years now, it's just odd how she's not that close to his brothers and mom.

Besides that she's just very weird on social media. I don't even care that much about her ads on race weekends. The thing that irks me the most is her timing when it comes to post things about their relationship. Bad weekend? She's posting pics with him two days later, because she's such a supportive girlfriend. Gossip about him out and about in some party? Two days later she's posting pics with him, because look how in love they're with each other... I laughed when she posted that shirtless pic of him after the whole mess in Monaco. It's exhausting to watch really. I don't know what she's trying to prove with that. I guess I just don't understand why she needs to show people that their relationship is fine...

And let me share some tea about Giada. I get that many people try to turn her into a victim, and we'll never know for sure wtf happened between her, Charles and Charlotte (although Giada did say that there was no cheating involved in the whole situation), but after Charles and Charlotte were official, Giada started liking a lot of shit on Instagram and so did her family. Her cousin was shady af, basically said that all girlfriends of F1 drivers are sluts (kinda ironic if you ask me, cause hey, Giada dated a F1 driver??). It was not pretty, especially because they were slut-shaming the other girlies a lot, and of course that made people feel brave enough to harass Charlotte and Charles. After that most of the wags that used to follow her decided to unfollow her. I don't think many people know that, since it was mainly a thing in the italian side. But yeah, people try to make her look so classy and yada yada, but she's really not. That girl suffers from a somewhat embarrassing internalized misogyny...

ohhh the whole kettle of tea is here! 🫖🫖 thank you for the Giada insight I did not know that & that’s pretty unfortunate it go to that level after the break up, things always get messy when you’re heartbroken and start to post online. Charles’ birth chart break down and is really starting to make sense after all this lol!!! && i very very much agree with the relationship display on insta its very odd lol &&& the fuckin “yesssss babbbbyyyy” posts still make me laugh when I think of them lol, real talk tho i hope they are happy together in the long run

[dashofmonsters]

Deep in the Dark Pt. 1

Male Orc x Female Reader

You had been training as a massage therapist for almost five months now. It was a dream job of yours and when you were finally able to afford the class you were over joyed. The school you went to was the best in the area and most either got jobs in the town over or stayed here in Green Vale. Most went to this school with a place in mind and you were no different. You had your heart set on working at Aenon & Aalto Spa and Massage, a relaxing spa that was nestled right outside one of the most lavish resorts.

You had been there once for a girl's weekend when your friend found out she got accepted into her dream college. You didn't know what to expect when you went in since this was your first professional massage but it had been an absolute treat and an eye opener. You received a life changing massage from the famous masseuse Sloan. You recall being intimidated by him at first but as he worked your sore muscles with his large and surprisingly soft hands you felt as if you were about to melt. You had dreams of going back ever since and the easiest way you knew how was to get a job there. You worked hard to save up for class and had done your best to gain recognition from your teachers to help with the application, after all A & A doesn't hire just anyone.

"Hello.... yes... yes... ok.... Thank you. I'll be there Monday." you hang up the phone and try and do everything in your power from exploding in sheer delight.

Your application was accepted and they were so impressed by your recommendations that they asked if you could start next week! You call up your friend and tell her the good news but all she did was tease you about working with that hot orc guy who gave you a massage.

"It's a bonus, I'm not going to lie, but I'm just really excited I got the job on the first try. I really hope I don't blow it though..." you tell her.

"You could just blow him if all else fails," she snorts.

"Liz no! I'd like to keep my job thank you! Besides he probably has someone in his life, someone who hasn't been job hopping aimlessly since high school." you adjust your phone as you fish for one of your wine coolers.

She gives you a disapproving tsk, "Stop talking like that, after all you're not that person anymore girly. You are smart, you are hot af, and you're about to start work as a highly successful massage therapist ok? No more of this pity party shit!"

You couldn't help but to smile, Liz might be crass and blunt, but she's always been in your corner.

"Yes ma'am. So should I go ahead and assume you'll be my customer once you come back for summer?" you ask.

"No, but I hope I can get a friends and family discount... That lamia chick has my business for life." Liz purrs.

You roll your eyes and finish catching up with your friend for the rest of the evening, trying your best to avoid more work talk. It's nice but when you hang up your stomach feels knotted with nerves and too much booze.

You try and sleep it off for the next couple of days, trying to wind down before you start this new and exciting chapter in your life but your lack of confidence starts eating at you.

Come Monday though you seem to have fought enough of it off to show up for work on time and start training. It was by absolute dumb luck that Sloan would be the one training you and when he came into the back office he greeted you with a lazy and toothy grin.

"Sloan, she'll be starting today. I need you to get her up to speed within the next couple of weeks. With Jordan and Yesenia out for maternity leave, we're severely under staffed and right before summer break." Your boss hands him a file with your information in it as she leaves the office.

He holds the file, slouches a bit then lets out a pained sigh., "Always so last minute with her... Sorry about this, I'm not exactly prepared to train anyone today. I have three appointments lined up and I have to stay open for walk-ins. You could uh I guess watch and learn. I can have Miles print you our programs and seasonal specials that way you can put a name to face so to speak."

"Sounds good," you smile and get up to follow him. He leads you to the lobby which is practically empty save for a mother and daughter waiting to enjoy the hot tubs. Sloan gets some print outs for you and has you follow him to the room he works in. You feel your heart start pounding when you remember the massage he gave you a couple years ago.

"Hot towels are here, hot stones here, oils, CDs, LED candles, and the most important part-"

He opens up the last cabinet to reveal an overhaul of snacks and sparkling water. "My stash... I had to hide this when those ladies got pregnant. I didn't mind sharing mind you, these are just my favorites though."

"Noted, stay out of snacks." you laugh and so does he.

His first appointment rolls in and he gives you a quick run down of the program outside the room while the customer prepares for her massage. You watch with the consent of the customer as part of your training and take notes when you see fit. Afterwards you let Sloan have his quick snack break and escort the woman to the lobby where you make sure she drinks plenty of water while you schedule her for her follow up.

"Thanks, I didn't think I'd get to eat till after she left." he says as he pops a chip in his mouth.

You raise a brow and he laughs. "I woke up late as usual and had to speed through all that city traffic, like usual."

"You come all the way from downtown?" you ask.

He nods and empties the rest of the bag in his mouth, licking those thick lips clean of any crumbs.

It's a bit of a drive from downtown you think and he must not get home till pretty late so he probably passes out upon arrival. You decide tomorrow that you'll bring him some breakfast.

The rest of the day comes and goes with no incident. When you clock out though, Sloan is nowhere to be seen. You ask Miles if he's left but he notes that his car is still parked outside. You go back and see if he's in his room and before you could knock on the door you hear him curse and groan.

You think about knocking on the door to see if he's alright but he might be on the phone and you didn't want to interrupt.

When you come in the next morning with breakfast Sloan lifts you off the floor for a hug. You try not to think about it for the rest of the day since he doesn't make a big deal of it but you can't get the thought out of your mind. His huge hand holding you by your waist and how tight his muscles felt when you had to steady yourself against his chest. You'd think about it later, much later, right before bed.

That day and the rest of the week went by very well you thought. You got a good feel for the programs and by Friday they gave you your own room across from his. You got used to him arriving barely on time and he got used to you bringing him breakfast, calling you his savior.

"You're spoiling him," Miles teases you.

"I am not, I just feel bad that he never has any time for breakfast. I'm just trying to be a good coworker." you defend yourself.

Miles grabs one of the mini quiches you were offering, "A good coworker, mmhmm."

You roll your eyes and take the rest of the quiches to the breakroom where everyone can enjoy them. You start on a pot of coffee and in walks Sloan, his hair an absolute mess and his eyes are hardly open.

"You shouldn't be driving if you're not fully awake, it's dangerous. Here." you hand him some water as he slides down onto one of the seats.

The smell of brewing coffee quickly wakes him up enough. He grabs a few of the quiches and scarfs them down as if he hasn't eaten since yesterday. You hand him a cup of coffee that funnily enough says 'starter fluid for the morning impaired'.

"You're an angel," he sighs, breathing in the scent of coffee before taking a sip.

"And you're a hot mess. You should be glad Rachel isn't here yet, she'd have your head if she saw you like this." you lift up a section of his hair and he nearly chokes.

"Oh my god are you ok?" you ask as he tries to catch his breath.

"I'm fine, just uh I... it went down the wrong pipe." he replies.

You double and triple check to make sure he's okay before you start combing through his hair. You're almost surprised by how much there is and even more so at how quiet he is. Usually he's talkative right after his first cup. Miles walks in to grab some coffee as you start braiding Sloan's hair and he gives you a snarky grin and mouths 'you are so spoiling him'.

When you finish up Sloan couldn't thank you enough for the rest of the day since Rachel had decided to do an out of the blue uniform review. Now you know why Sloan was aggravated by her last minute decisions.

During lunch break later that day Sloan disappears like he did on your first day. You assume he probably wants to be left alone or is hiding while napping, something along those lines. When you finish eating you decide to go and prepare for the next appointment a bit early so you can have time to call and check on your mother. As you go down the hallway you can hear Sloan from his room. He sounds like he's talking on the phone again and it doesn't sound good. Maybe you'll ask him about it later.

Days pass after that and you forget to mention it. Your schedule is pretty packed from now all the way up to the first week of August with appointments. Rachel has to hire another masseuse just to keep up with all the walk ins and once again puts Sloan in the position of last minute trainer.

You of course offer to help, especially in the morning since you have a pretty decent grip on the schedule and programs now. The new hire is a tiefling who went to the same school as you. You'd gotten along alright with him before so it was easy to show him the ropes. You'd fill him in every morning over coffee about the programs and the usual walk in customers. Sloan would take him off your hands after lunch and have him help with the laundry since Rachel was out that week.

"I think he's getting into the swing of things," you tell Sloan over lunch one day.

He looks up from his salad, licking some dressing off of one of his tusks. "You think so huh? That's good I guess."

You sigh and go back to your soup. He's been hard to talk to as of late and you can't help but to think it might have something to do with his home life and the conversations he has on the phone.

"Is everything ok?" you finally ask him.

"Yeah why do you ask?" he shovels some more salad in his mouth mindlessly.

"It's just that you've been pretty quiet lately and I know it's none of my business but sometimes I hear you in your room and you sound pretty upset and I was just wondering if everything is ok with your home li-"

Sloan coughs and beats on his chest as he quickly grabs some water and napkins.

"You... you can hear me? I mean you've heard me before?" his face looks flushed when he asks.

"Only a couple times, I just assumed you were on the phone and didn't want to bother you..." you look away from him, feeling stupid for bringing it up.

You hear him sigh heavily, "I see, yeah... on the phone... Please don't tell anyone else."

"I promise," you reach out and take his hands in yours, "but is everything ok with you? You've been looking pretty glum lately."

His expression softens to the point that it looks like he's about to cry, "My nana's been in the hospital for the past four months and just when it looked like she was getting better her doctors said that they found a growth and need to operate asap."

"I'm so sorry. Is there anyone looking after her while you're at work?" you give his hands a squeeze and he shakes his head.

"My folks weren't ready for kids when they had me so nana's been the only family I've ever known. All immediate family lives in the next state over and they're practically estranged." his voice sounds so strained and so tired.

"Is that why you've been late to work recently?" you ask.

"I stay there till they kick me out and I drag myself back home. I hardly have time to hit the shower much less the couch or my bed." he slips his hands out of yours and rubs his face as if to hide the stinging of tears.

Your heart ached for him wishing you could do more for him than just breakfast and fixing his hair on occasions.

The next day Sloan is a hour late, his eyes are sunken though his hair is acceptable. You ask about his nana and he says that they're operating today and she told him to not miss work because of it.

"I know we haven't known each other for that long but if you want I can ask my mom if she can go there and make sure everything's ok post op." you suggest.

He leans down and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you hard against him.

"My angel that would be wonderful." his voice is barely a whisper, pained and sorrowful.

You call your mother up as soon as he lets go and she agrees to go see Sloan's nana and he gives her all the details and calls the hospital to let them known she'll be there.

He gives you another hug and kisses you on the cheek. You'll have to fight the urge to touch the spot where he kissed you for the rest of the day.

A few hours pass and your mom texts you with a few updates, all good. Sloan seems to be less on the edge knowing there's someone with his nana. Right before work lets out you get a picture text from your mom and you run like the wind to go show Sloan.

"Out of the operating room. Docs say she'll be on a fast tract to recovery. They want to do some blood work but aside from that everything looks promising."

The picture attached shows an elderly orc woman in a room filled with bunches of flowers. She's giving a thumbs up in the picture and has a smile on her face. Sloan sinks to the floor and starts to cry. You lean in to give him a quick hug but he wraps his arms around you and sobs into your shoulder. Miles walks in to see what all the commotion is about but you quickly shoo him away.

After several minutes he finally calms down enough to talk. "Thank you again angel."

You help him up and tell him that your mom will stay with his nana tonight and be on standby. He's confused until you tell him to follow you home for at least a nap since he's in no condition to be driving through down town on a Friday night. At first he refuses but after yawning several times before closing he finally agrees.

When you get home you pull the bed out of your couch in your living room and before you could put pillows or blankets on it he was already laying down.

"You can stay the night if you need to, I don't mind." You set a few pillows down and a large comforter.

Sloan sits up and gives you a lazy smile, "I might have to take you up on that offer." He pulls his shoes off and unbuttons his shirt but stops before he takes it off.

"Uh you don't mind. I um-"

"No you're fine, make yourself comfortable. Let me know if you need anyth-"

He slips his shirt off revealing the tight and toned muscles it's been hiding. You stifle a gasp when he stretches and undoes his hair from the braid, letting the long locks settle against his back.

"Thanks but I think I'm good for now angel," he yawns.

"You don't have to keep calling me that," you look away from him and towards the kitchen, a wine cooler sounding good right about now.

"No, I think I'll keep calling you that. You've been nothing but since you've started working with us..." he hums as he stretches out on the bed.

You grab at the hem of your shirt considering what to say next. "It's... There's a reason. I mean I didn't know anything about your nana until recently but I felt that you weren't eating breakfast so that started the second day after work... but this goes back longer than that and oh god I'm rambling..."

At this point Sloan is sitting up and you have his full and undivided attention. His golden eyes are set on you as he waits for you to continue.

"It was almost a couple years ago so you probably don't remember but I came in with a friend and you had given me a massage and I was like wow this is nice. And like I said I know you probably don't remember but I had those eye tattoos that made it look like my back was looking at you and-"

"That was you!?" he flops right out of bed, tripping then grabbing you by your shoulders.

You nod your head, trying to keep your eyes from wondering around his muscular hairy chest that is right in front of you.

"I-I didn't think you'd remember that," you laugh nervously.

Sloan looks excited, "I thought it was interesting and to be honest I wanted to take a picture of it but you know, company privacy policies and I didn't want to creep you out."

You bite back a laugh thinking that you'd probably have let him. "well it was thanks to that massage that made me want to work in the industry."

His eyes go wide for a second and he gives you a toothy smirk. "So an eye for an eye huh?" Realizing what he just said he crumples to the floor in a laughing fit. "You did not just make that joke!" You throw your hands up and stomp off to the kitchen.

"Wait! No I-pff... I'm sorry I had to," he gets up and chases after.

You grab a wine cooler for yourself and a beer for him. "I hope this is ok, it's the only thing my brother will- Hey!"

He snatches the wine cooler from your hand and pops in open on your counter. " I've always preferred these over beers. Nana's to blame."

You can't help but to laugh as you put the beer back and grab another cooler.

"To your Nana's health," you clink your bottle against his and chug the sugary sweet alcohol.

You and Sloan spend the next few hours sitting on your kitchen floor drinking coolers and snacking on whatever you have in the fridge and pantry. You talk about throwing a little celebration for his nana once they release her from the hospital and about him showing up to work on time from now on.

You don't remember when but you eventually fall asleep and wake up with all the lights turned off. You feel something heavy slung over your hip and a warmth right against your back. Your eyes pop open when you realize that it's Sloan. He's holding you in his arms and his face is resting in the crook of your neck.

You try and carefully squirm out of his grasp but he just holds onto you tighter. "Mmm my angel..." You hear him moan into your ear.

You try again and this time you're able to free your arms but you can't get him to move his out of the way.

"Sloan... hey Sloan!" you gently smack his arms several times before he finally wakes up.

"Angel? What are... Is it morning already?" He lets go enough for you to escape his hold. You instantly regret doing so because now you see that you're hardly wearing anything and he's wearing absolutely nothing.

You toss blankets and pillows at him while you cover up your eyes.

"Put some pants on dammit!" You cry out.

Sloan takes a few seconds before he finally responds with a choked laugh. "Oh my god! I am so sorry! Force of habit! I promise nothing happened!"

You know that, you had the same habit of shimmying out of your clothes when you slept so this was nothing new for you to wake up with next to nothing on... But Sloan?

"I over heat easily, big body, lots of heat, I'll start taking my clothes off and-"

"It's fine, no harm no foul. Coffee?" You quickly change the subject to something more important.

"Please and thank you. And once again I am so so sorry," he apologizes, this time more sincerely.

You busy yourself in the kitchen throwing a pot of coffee on and a couple of frozen breakfast burritos to soothe the hangover. You try really hard not to think about his naked body, so muscular, so toned, so...

*Beep*

You shake your head and grab the burritos out of the microwave nearly burning your hand in the process. The coffee finishes shortly after and Sloan stumbles in shirtless but with pants.

"Need any help?" he asks.

"No, I just finished. Here." You hand him a cup and his burrito, both of which are gone within minutes of you handing them over.

He fusses about making it up to you for letting him stay the night and eating your food and well, you having to see him buck naked. He helps you clean up and put the pull out bed away but he keeps insisting that it's not enough.

"At least let me take you out to dinner," he buttons up his shirt and starts putting his hair back.

"I've already seen you naked, you don't have to wine and dine me as an apology," you joke.

He goes quiet for a couple minutes like he's considering something, but you break the silence by saying he can give you a massage if he really wants to make it up to you.

"Now that's all the more reason to take you out to dinner," his voice sounds a bit more sultry and when he looks over his shoulder his eyes seem a bit playful.

You bite your cheek as you try not to read further into it.

He's just being nice, nothing more... nothing less...

"It's just a massage, you've seen me with far less on than what I was wearing this morning," you argue.

"Yeah, but that was more professional. This is more private. Humor me, let me buy you dinner, maybe take you to a movie, and then that massage..." he glides his fingers gently down your back, eliciting goosebumps.

"S-sounds more like a date than a thank you slash apology," you take a deep breath when he slides a finger down your spine.

He chuckles and surprises you with a kiss to the back of you neck, "Maybe it's a bit of all three."

Before you can turn around to swat at him he's backed away quite a bit. He's wearing a devious grin that does nothing to help the heat that's rising to your cheeks.

"Next Saturday? I can pick you up at six. I know a really good restaurant near my place." he gives you more details as he shuffles out the door before you can protest.

When he's gone and the house is finally quiet you let out a silent scream before calling Liz.

"Hello? Hello? Liz can you hear me?" you can hardly hear her through all the background noise.

"Yeah what's going on girly?" she yells.

"I. Have. A. Date." you emphasize every word and you hear her squeal in delight on the other end.

"Is it with who I think it is?" she asks, walking into another room so she can hear you better.

"Yes... and I am so nervous. He's taking me out to dinner next Saturday and then he's going to give me a massage and I am so nerve wrecked. Help!" you yelp.

The phone line is quiet and you think she lost reception until you hear beeping on her end. "I have a flight booked for Thursday. First class, I'm helping you get ready. No if, ands, or buts. We are going shopping!"

She hangs up right after that and you're left pacing about your house in fear and delight.

Sloan texts you throughout the rest of the weekend and says that your mom offered to keep an eye on his nana during the work week until the hospital is ready to release her. He also texts you about the upcoming date which makes you feel worse about it.

You haven't been very successful in the dating department and the last guy you dated didn't make you feel particularly good about yourself. If it wasn't for Liz stepping in and helping you kick him out of your place you'd probably still be in that miserable relationship.

But this is different, you convince yourself. Sloan is nice, he's sweet, he's funny and he's easy to talk to. Everything will be fine, right?

Monday rolls in and Sloan is early to work.

"Morning angel," he grins when you walk into the breakroom. He hands you a cup of coffee and bends over to kiss you on the cheek.

"G-good morning... How's your nana?" you quickly take a seat and set the coffee down.

He chuckles and shakes his head, "She's doing good enough to be give the doctors hell again. I walked in on her and your mother complaining about the hospital food. Your mom made me leave to go get something less gelatinous."

"I should have warned you she can be a bit bossy at times," you laugh.

"No wonder your mom and my nana get along," he rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his coffee.

For the rest of the day you and Sloan talk about his visit over the weekend when either of you aren't busy. He sneaks in a couple kisses here and there as well, one on your cheek, on the back of your neck and hand, but never to the lips. It felt a little frustrating but you weren't going to bring it up.

It's your turn to close tonight so everyone's gone at five except Sloan. He helps you finish up the laundry and tidying up the lobby and breakroom, but he's quiet and it's starting to get to you.

"Is everything alright?" you ask him.

He folds up a few more towels before he turns around and walks your way. "I was going to ask you the same thing to be honest..." he starts.

"What do you mean? I'm fine it's just-"

"Am I being too forward? I know I said this could be a date but if you just want to be friends I'll respect that, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable around me." he pleads.

"It's a bit too late for that..." you say and before Sloan can apologize you put up a hand and smile. "I already told my bff I have a date this Saturday."

Sloan's expression changes then as he pulls you up against him, his hands resting just above your ass. "Oh so you do have a date then? With who?" he purrs into your ear.

"With a really handsome orc who owes me a massage," you laugh, playing along with him.

He growls and squeezes your hips, "So does that mean you're just going to let him touch all up and down this body of yours."

"Maybe after he's wined and dined me," you tease.

"What if he can't wait that long?" Sloan asks, his breath hot and heavy.

You quickly unbutton his shirt and pepper kisses from his chest all the way up to his neck. He tries to stifle a moan but it escapes the second you bite down on his ear.

"Fuck... angel please..." he begs, his hands now cupping your ass and lifting you up.

You steady yourself on his shoulders and bend down to kiss him on the cheek as he's been doing to you. He groans in frustration and you giggle as you press your lips against his. It's a slow and deep kiss that leaves you wanting more, much more. Sloan adjusts you a couple times in his arms so he can hold you closer against him. His tusks brush against your neck as he nibbles on you, the sensation sending shivers across your body.

"Ah...Sloan wait..." you moan and he moves away from your neck. His eyes are tinted over as you looks over you and the hickey he just left.

"Sorry," he grins. "I just had to take a bite."

You laugh and he sets you down against one of the folding tables. Your legs wrap around his hips and he quickly peels off his shirt. He grinds into you and you feel how hard he is. "Fuck I want you so bad," he growls and you move against him in response.

"If you have dessert before dinner it'll just ruin your appetite," you purr in his ear and unhook your legs. He growls against your shoulder. "But I suppose an appetizer wouldn't hurt. Switch places with me."

Sloan helps you off the table and sits down on the counter next to the washer after the both of you realize that he might break the table. You undo his pants enough to let loose his massive erection. He lets out a sharp hiss when you barely squeeze the base and lick the tip of his cock. "Go easy on me angel," he sighs as he cups your cheek.

And you do, you go painfully slow and easy on him. Your lips ghosting the tip, your tongue sliding up and down his shaft at such as slow pace that he begs for more. But you keep at the snail's pace, enjoying the moans you elicit from him, the deep heavy growls when you squeeze his balls, and how he bucks his hips every time you tease the tip of his cock.

"F-fuck... angel please," he curls his fingers into your hair and tugs just enough for you to look up at him. His face is dripping in sweat and is well shaded in the dimness of the room. You smile and lick your lips as you descend back down on his cock, taking as much of it as you can. He throws his head back and he growls in such a way you swear you've heard it before. "Yes, fuck keep going," he purrs.

His cock is large, much larger than anything you've seen before. You can take just under the head but the rest you use your hands for. Pumping up and down while you suck you hear him make that familiar growl again and it's not till you squeeze him in earnest that you remember where you heard it.

Just thinking about it excites you and you start to pump his cock harder and faster. When he finally comes you're surprised at just how much there is.

"Sorry, I've been a little pent up lately," he admits as he helps wipe you off.

"I've figured," you give him a devious grin.

"Oh and how's that? Sloan asks, sliding off the countertop and looking for his shirt.

"You haven't had much time to slip off and go talk on the phone in the room lately," you try so hard not to laugh when you see hip whip around.

He looks devastated for a moment then chuckles it off. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. You've been nothing but an angel since I've met you and I couldn't stop thinking how lucky I am that I get to see you almost everyday."

Your heart skips a beat and you giggle thinking about how your tease back fired on you. "And here I thought I was the lucky one. Getting to work with the guy who got me into wanting to be a massage therapist and all."

Sloan smiles softly and pulls you in for hug, "I guess we're both lucky huh?"

"Mmhmm," you still want to argue that you're the luckiest but instead you settle by pinching his butt. Sloan jumps but laughs it off and give you a taste of your own medicine. After that the both of you finish closing down the place and attempt to part your ways for the evening several times. Sloan tries to ask you to dinner but you remind him he's got his nana to check on. "Always such an angel. Making a bad boy like me behave," he kisses your cheek and opens your car door.

"You? A bad boy?" you raise a brow at the thought.

He curls a finger under your chin and lifts your head up so you can meat his gaze, "If you can wait till Saturday night, I can show you just how bad I can be." He kisses you all the way from you neck to your lips sending a rush of heat throughout your body.

"Goodnight my angel, text me when you get home," he gives you one final kiss to the cheek before he departs, leaving you a flustered mess in the parking lot.

Pt. 2 >

Sticker

[babygirlrage]

Todoroki Clan Reader dating Deku

This was inspired by @i-cant-sing and her take on the platonic relationship between the Reader and the Todoroki clan. I just put my own take on it as I was wondering what would happen if Todoroki Reader was dating Deku. It's probably not as good as I thought that it was going to be, but I hope that it's enough.

It's something that no one saw coming.

When Shoto found out that Midoriya had developed an interest in his baby sister, everything had changed. Although he was thankful that his classmate and friend helped open his eyes to his quirk, helped support him during their time at UA, he cannot accept that Midoriya is courting his sister.

It's even worse when the rest of the family find out.

Enji is miffed off. The boy that hurt himself in his fight with Shoto is trying to date his little one under his nose? No way. Not happening. Will more than likely call a family meeting that nobody really wants to attend but they suck it up if it's a matter concerning you.

Rei is wondering why you need a boyfriend in the first place. Was your family not enough that you felt the need to enjoy someone else's company? She will then take it upon herself to treat you to Mother-Daughter dates with Fuyumi. Purposefully makes sure that almost all of your time is spent with herself or her family members.

Touya/Dabi likes to pretend that he doesn't really give a damn in regards to you, but will definitely corner poor Izuku on his way home in an abandoned alleyway to intimidate him into breaking up with you. For a while he thinks it works until he sees them kissing under the stars on a bench by the beach. (Totally didn't threaten him with bodily harm on the poor boy's way home, don't worry baby sis he is still alive. Mostly.)

Natsuo is upset. Why do you feel the need to hang out with a little boy when your big brother is here to give you all the affection and attention you need? Will purposefully crash the girls date despite Fuyumi's protests and proudly partakes in a couple of the girlie activites. Acts as a buffer for when Rei and Fuyumi become a little too much, lets them turn the attention to him while he holds you in his lap, swatting their hands away.

Fuyumi will go over the top on the Mother-Daughter dates that she has with you. Fancy spas, shopping for things that you see in the windows, going out to nail salons to get your nails done professionally. Basically anything that she can think of to make you feel like the princess you are in hopes that you will forget all about the green haired boy.

Shoto is unrelenting and instigates fights whether they be verbal or physical with Midoriya that it's starting to make their classmates uncomfortable and beginning to piss Bakugou off. Shoto doesn't even hesitate to cut into Midoriya's self-esteem, telling him that he is not good enough to date his sister, that his sister is probably only dating him because she's a good person that doesn't know how to say no, that he constantly hurts and damages himself how can he trust his baby sister with someone like him? Shoto cuts deep into Midoriya, but clearly it's not enough because the broccoli haired bastard keeps coming back to you.

You are none the wiser to what your family is doing. You have no idea that your poor boyfriend is being threatened and bullied by most of the males in your family. You just think that it's cute as to how hesitant he is around you. You don't know that when Rei and Fuyumi take you, with Natsuo tagging along, for extended times so that you will have less time with your boyfriend. Nor do you know that more often than not they steal you away on the days the both of you are supposed to have dates.

Joke's on them when you start inviting him over every single day because you want to spend more time with him.

Deku knows that as soon as he steps foot into your house that it's a war zone, and that the only thing he can do is hold your hand tightly while you walk him through hell.

[artificialqueens]

Tree House Kisses, Chapter 43 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters here on AQ or here if you’d rather read on AO3. xoxo!

And thank you again to our wonderful betas: @saiphl, @sillylittlecandycane

Chapter Summary: It’s finally the night of senior prom!! It starts out great...but will it end in disaster? (Spoiler alert: yes)

Chapter 43: I Just Wanna Dance

There were a million things Courtney loved about being in the The Scarlet Pimpernel--finally getting a chance to play a lead role in a musical, the songs themselves, the beautiful costumes they’d borrowed from a nearby university’s theatre company, the warm encouragement from Mrs. Maguire, watching her friends and castmates shine, when her dad surprised her by showing up for one of the weekend shows with a bouquet of pink roses…

But her favorite thing of all was being onstage with Adore. It was the first time they’d had multiple scenes together since playing Annie and Miss Hannigan in 5th grade, and for Courtney, it made the experience a million times better.

Closing night was bittersweet. In some ways, Courtney wished that it would never end. But she was excited for prom and graduation, their Mexico road trip and their first apartment. So even though it was a little bit sad, she didn’t cling to it. Instead, she focused on the excitement she felt about everything to come, and really tried to live in the moment, committing every single second to memory.

In the garden scene with Adore, she noticed the little wisps of hair around her face that were lit up by the bright stage lights, the way her hazel eyes gleamed, and when she leaned toward her, it was the closest they’d ever come to actually kissing in this scene. All Courtney wanted was to surrender, to just close her eyes, let their lips touch, but she fought it, finally pushing Adore away like she was supposed to at the last possible second, heart pounding, feeling a bit light-headed while she watched her sing. Really listening to the lyrics for what felt like the first time.

“Marguerite, don't forget I know who you are. We were cut from the same surly star, like two jewels in the sky, sharing fire. Where's the girl, so alive and still aching for more? We had dreams that were worth dying for. We were caught in the eye of a storm! Come again!”

Adore grabbed her hands, spinning her in a circle, and a lump formed in Courtney’s throat.

“Let the girl in your heart tumble free. Bring your renegade heart home to me. In the dark of the morning, I'll warm you, I'll rouse you . . .”

As they slowly stopped turning in a circle, Courtney swallowed hard, the dizziness getting to her, stomach in knots, and it was if Adore could sense it. She pulled her in by the waist, singing the last verse softly, directly to her. And something happened for the first time that Courtney couldn’t explain--a single tear began to slip down her cheek.

“Where's the girl? Is she gazing at me with surprise? Do I still see that blaze in her eyes? Am I dreaming or is she beside me . . . now . . .?”

The music slowly faded out, and Courtney knew that Adore was waiting for her next line, her eyes soft and expectant. She knew that she had to get it out; this was the script, and she couldn’t change it no matter how much she wanted to. So she mustered up all of her strength, squaring her shoulders and speaking, firmly and hoarsely.

“No. Get out.”

Adore’s eyes went cold as she turned and left the stage, and for a second Courtney really did think that she was going to fall, to faint or throw up or something else entirely unexpected. She knew she only had about three seconds before Willam and Gia entered, so she quickly swiped the tear from her cheek and took a deep breath, pushing down the terrible feeling that something had broken inside of her, something she wouldn’t ever be able to fix.

-

“Hey…”

Courtney whirled around as Adore touched her shoulder, a startled look on her face that softened when she saw Adore.

“Oh, hi.”

“Are you alright?” Adore asked. She’d noticed the tears while they were onstage, and had a feeling that it was more than just acting.

“Yeah, sorry, it’s...I guess just that this is the last time we’re gonna be doing the show. Kinda silly.” She wiped her eyes, looking a bit embarrassed.

Adore smiled softly, pulling her in for a hug. “Nah, I know how you feel.”

Courtney squeezed her back tightly. “Thanks, Dory. I love you.”

“Me too, babe.”

-

“You girls are just so gorgeous and grown-up,” Bonnie said, sniffling a little as she snapped photo after photo.

It was finally the night of their senior prom, and as a treat, Bonnie and Karen had gotten together and treated the girls to a little spa day: mani pedis - the fancy kind with paraffin wax and massages and rhinestone embellishments, lunch at their favorite café, and professional hair styling. Courtney had gone for a glamorous updo studded with tiny red roses, Adore for a half-up style with criss-crossing fishtail braids, and Tati for smooth finger-waves that made her look like an old-time movie star. Afterwards, they’d all headed back to Adore’s house to do their makeup and get dressed.

To Adore’s relief, Courtney hadn’t brought up her weird objections to Tati being her date, and she was friendly as can be to Tati just like usual, gossiping about their classmates, giggling, having a grand old time.

Adore was very pleased with the outfit she’d ended up with: an amazing thrift store find, a short, square-necked black lace dress, very bruja, and she’d paired it with studded black boots, fishnets, and the leather choker that Courtney’d gotten her for her birthday last year. Tati looked amazing as always, her skin-tight hot pink minidress really pushing the dress code limits, but the color so fun that she’d probably be fine.

And then there was Courtney. Adore was surprised when she’d chosen it, the sleek white two-piece so unlike her: no sparkly embellishments or flouncy girliness--just a simple, spaghetti-strapped, open-backed top and long slitted skirt that made her early summer tan glow. When she first put it on, Adore had to look away for a moment, so as not to get choked up about how beautiful she was. Then of course, she completed the look with sparkly silver star accessories, red stones in her necklace matching the roses in her hair. Before they’d headed downstairs for photos, Adore gestured to her charm bracelet, the rose-gold obviously not fitting the color theme of her ensemble.

“That doesn’t really match,” she noted, and Courtney bit her lip, meeting Adore’s eyes with a look that made her insides twist.

“I don’t care.”

Now, in Courtney’s backyard, they posed for the dozens of pictures that Karen and Bonnie insisted on. First all the girls separately, then together, then Adore and Tati, who were still posing when Roy finally rounded the corner in his white tux. The second Adore caught sight of his red pocket square she burst out laughing, unable to help herself.

“Thanks, Delano, exactly the reaction I was hoping for,” he said.

“No, it’s cause your pocket square is...Courtney, I fucking knew that you’d do that shit again!” Adore laughed, and Courtney just shrugged, accepting first a kiss on the cheek and then the wrist corsage with the requested red roses.

“I never denied it!” Courtney said. She reached out and adjusted Roy’s lapels, grinning. “I think he looks perfect.”

“Thank you, babe, and you’re beautiful,” Roy said, before ruining the moment by turning and blowing a raspberry in Adore’s direction.

“That’s mature.”

“Adore, please pull it together for two more shots!” Bonnie interrupted, and Adore put her arm back around Tati’s waist.

Courtney and Roy were next, followed by group shots, and then Karen insisted on a couple with Courtney and Adore.

Adore swallowed, letting Courtney take her hand and lean a head on her shoulder, feeling slightly awkward.

“It’s kind of funny, don’t you think?” Courtney asked, between shots.

“What?”

Courtney gestured to their outfits. “Black and white.”

“Oh yeah. Very fitting, huh?” Adore said.

Courtney gazed up at her, a starry-eyed smile on her face, and Adore could feel herself melting right back to the place she’d insisted she’d never go again as the camera flashed.

“Mom! I wasn’t ready!”

“It was cute!” Karen defended herself.

“Do you think we should call Pearl and ask when-”

“Limo has arrived, bitcheeeeeees!” screeched a voice, and everyone turned to see Willam at the gate, along with Trinity, Pearl, Fame and Violet, who all came bounding in, dressed to the nines.

Courtney squealed happily, clapping her hands. After about ten or twenty more pictures of the whole group, Bonnie and Karen finally dismissed them, letting them pile into the limo, laughing and screaming happily, music blasting.

Adore was the last one to go, turning to give her mother one last little wave, pretending not to notice the tears shining in her eyes as she called, “Bye Ma! Don’t wait up!”

-

The hotel ballroom where their prom was held was the fanciest place Adore had ever been. After looking up at the huge crystal chandelier over the dance floor, Adore turned to Tati with a look of confusion and asked, “Oh my god...is our school bougie?”

Tati laughed, pulling her onto the dance floor with the rest of their group. The DJ was surprisingly good, and they twirled and laughed, dancing for hours before Tati finally admitted that her feet were killing her and she needed a break.

“Ugh, same,” said Pearl.

“This is why you wusses should have worn more comfortable shoes,” Adore proclaimed, modeling her combat boots as they trooped over to grab some punch and sit down.

“Not everyone can pull that off, dear,” Tati told her.

“Or you can just do what Trinity did,” Pearl said, gesturing to her prom date, platform sandals kicked off to the side of the dance floor, her bright yellow dress hiked up with her hands as she, Courtney and Willam shook it to Shakira’s ‘Hips Don’t Lie,’ Roy awkwardly joining in with decidedly less enthusiasm than the others.

“Still think my solution’s better,” said Adore, settling down at the table with a glass of sugary punch.

They relaxed for a few minutes, chatting and giggling, before they were joined by first Violet, then Fame, then Bob, who came bounding over with April to hype up the afterparty.

“You guys are going, right? It’s gonna be amazing!” he exclaimed, and Violet shook her head in disbelief.

“You really think a school-sanctioned afterparty will be that much fun?” she asked.

“I’m telling you! Everyone says it’s the best part of the night.”

“Really? I would think the best part of the night is how sexy your girlfriend looks,” said Pearl, sending a wink in April’s direction, making her giggle and preen.

“Okay, yes, she does, but also...after the afterparty, there’s a pancake breakfast. So, come on...”

“Robert! Hello young man! Lookin’ slick!” Roy called, walking over to give Bob a hug and slap on the back. He looked a bit sweaty and disheveled, and it made Adore chuckle.

“Courtney’s giving you a real workout, huh?” she teased.

“That girl wouldn’t leave a dance floor if you paid her,” Roy answered with a sigh, dragging a chair over from a nearby table to sit heavily. “Luckily, Willam and Trinity have much higher endurance than me, so-”

“Guess again!” Trinity exclaimed, as she flopped into Pearl’s lap. “I’m fucking exhausted.”

“Aww, you guys all abandoned the blue-eyed devils,” Bob said, gesturing to Courtney and Willam on the dance floor, making April crack up.

“They’re fine,” Roy said, leaning back in the chair, eyes closing.

Adore looked over at the dance floor, watching them while everyone chatted. When the song ended, to her surprise, Courtney made her way over to the group too.

“Whoa, maybe she’s actually tired! Did someone slip you some Benadryl, Court?”

Turned out, she was only there to ask Adore to come back onto the dance floor.

“Will you come dance with me?” she cajoled, reaching out her hand, a soft and hopeful look in her eyes.

“Uh…” Adore knew this was a bad idea. As much as she tried not to, told herself not to, she’d already spent too much of the evening with one eye on Courtney with Roy, fixated on the way they laughed and flirted and touched each other--it was like regressing two years, and she just wasn’t in the right headspace to confront her feelings.

“Please?” Courtney touched Adore’s lace-covered wrist, adding with a twinkle, “I’ll be your best friend...”

Adore had to chuckle at that, standing up with a resigned sigh. “Good one, bitch.”

Courtney beamed at her, leading her to the dance floor. Of course, it was some slow, schmaltzy pop ballad. And of course, Courtney’s arms immediately went around her neck, pulling her close. Head resting on her shoulder.

Adore didn’t know where to put her hands. Courtney’s skimpy top left so much of her back exposed, she could feel herself panicking before finally letting them settle on her hips. Even then, it was impossible to avoid her waist, her thumbs grazing the soft bare skin a few times before she tried tucking them into her palms.

“I love you, Dory,” Courtney murmured, and Adore gulped.

“Love you too.”

Adore tried to get her heart to settle, tried to stop the churning in her stomach, the song dragging on for what felt like an eternity while she sweated and held back her tears. When it finally ended, she broke away immediately, mumbling about how she needed a cigarette, and bolted from the dance floor.

-

Courtney watched Adore go, misty-eyed, wondering why she always ran away just when it felt like they were getting closer, and couldn’t help the dejected feeling inside, stomach twisting with regret.

“Punch?”

Courtney turned around to see Roy, holding out a cup of red punch for her. Of course he was. He was always there: dependent, steadfast, the one person in her life that she could always count on. The guilt Courtney felt would be crushing if she didn’t love him so much.

She slid her arms around his waist, pulling him close, asking, “How did I end up with the best boyfriend in the world?”

Roy sighed, setting the cup on a nearby table and wrapping her into a hug, resting his chin on top of her head.

“Just lucky, I guess.” After a few moments, he ventured softly, “Do you wanna dance some more?”

“Yes,” Courtney said, arms tightening around him even more. “Yes, I really fucking do.”

-

“There you are…” Tati said, when she finally found Adore in the hotel courtyard, sitting against a stucco wall, smoking a cigarette. “You alright?”

She settled in beside her, maneuvering the best she could so as not to let her dress ride up around her hips. This didn’t feel like a conversation where it would be productive to have her underwear showing.

“Just fucking peachy.” Adore took a long drag.

“Yeah. Listen, I-”

“I really don’t want any advice right now,” Adore said, and Tati immediately closed her mouth.

“Ooookay,” she breathed, realizing that now wasn’t the right time to say what she had to say.

“Sorry. It’s just, my head is all-”

“Nah, I get it.” Tati patted her fishnet-covered thigh.

“Thanks.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, Adore’s head leaning back on the wall, Tati watching the smoke curling up into the midnight sky.

“Can I ask you a question, though?”

“I guess.” Adore’s voice was tired and hoarse, so Tati tried to phrase it as gently and tactfully as possible.

“What’s the worst thing that could happen? If you, like, told her?”

Adore took a long drag of her cigarette, pondering the answer before saying, “I could die. I could literally die.”

“Alright.” Tati said, stretching her legs out in front of her. She wasn’t inclined to push it, adding a simple, “Just seems like something to think about.”

After a few more moments of tense silence, Adore sniffled, and Tati realized that she was crying.

“I should get out of here,” she said, stabbing the cigarette out on the pavement, using her lacy sleeve to wipe her eyes.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No. It’s prom. Stay and have fun,” Adore said, and Tati was overcome with sympathy, wished there was something she could do to make her feel better--or at least, enough better to have a carefree and fun night like they all deserved. It had started out so well, and Tati still wasn’t sure where it’d gone wrong.

“Adore, come on, you can-”

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Tati said, staying on the ground while Adore got up, resigned to just let her have her feelings, realizing that there really was nothing she could do in that moment.

-

“Yeah, I know! There’s just something off about his face!” Violet laughed, following Trinity out of the bathroom, still talking about an idiot jock who’d tried to feel her up on the dance floor.

“I think it would be an okay face if he wasn't such a jerk,” Trinity said.

“Okay face is probably the best he can hope for,” Violet agreed. “But don’t you think he-”

Violet stopped short, abdomen twisting when she spotted Fame, in the same location they’d left her outside the restrooms, looking beautiful as ever in her full, floor-length gown covered in a large-scale blue flower print. Only she wasn’t alone. There was a blonde girl chatting with her...a blonde girl in a short, sparkly pink dress who was acting awfully familiar, a hand on Fame’s bare upper arm, flashing a bright white smile.

“Who the hell are you?” Violet asked, and the girl turned to her, blinking her brown eyes slowly.

“Excuse me?”

“I said-” Violet began, but Fame jumped in.

“You know what? We should talk later,” she told the girl, mouthing ‘sorry’ in an annoyingly obvious way, clearly not caring that Violet could see her. Or maybe doing it specifically for Violet’s benefit. Violet’s nails dug into her palms at the thought.

“Alright. Later then. Can’t wait to hang out again,” the girl said, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Fame’s cheek before sauntering away with a victorious smirk.

“Who the fuck was that?” Violet asked, and Fame turned to her with crossed arms and a crosser expression.

“Hey, I think I hear...something...uh…” Trinity stammered out, backing away so as not to get caught up in the drama, calling out to an imaginary person, “What? Oh, you need-okay, coming!”

She turned and ran back towards the ballroom, leaving Fame and Violet alone.

“Well?” Violet asked, her tone still hostile, but how else was she supposed to be right now?

Fame let out a long sigh, asking, “Why are you so difficult?” She began to walk away, but Violet reached for her, fingers closing around her wrist and tugging her back.

“Fame. Who was that?”

“She’s just a girl I know from working at the bakery,” Fame said, eyes closing as if the conversation was too exhausting for words. “She graduated last year, but I guess she’s here with a friend, so-”

“No. I mean, why were you flirting with her? I thought tonight was about us.”

“Vi…” Fame finally looked into her eyes, blue eyes a bit sad, shaking her head. “Why do you always have to do this?”

“Do what?” Violet could feel herself growing more and more agitated, more and more uneasy, the ground shifting beneath her.

“Talk about us, like that. You’re my best friend. You know how much I love you. But not...not like that.”

Violet didn’t like where this conversation was going, not one bit. She bit back her anger, her impatience, her jealousy, and made her voice as soft and calm as possible.

“But you agreed to be my date. You came here with me-”

“As friends.”

“I don’t get it!” Violet exploded. “You finally broke up with Patrick, officially, and-”

“This is not about Patrick!” Fame exclaimed, exasperation all over her face. “It never was. I guess it was easy to use him as an excuse, but...I just don’t think of you that way.”

Bitterness swirled in Violet’s chest, and before she could stop herself, she spit out, “But you think of that random slut that way?” She gestured angrly in the direction of the blonde, the girl who it seemed had single-handedly managed to ruin her night. “And what did she mean by ‘again’?”

“I...we kind of...hooked up last year,” Fame admitted. “When Patrick and I were on a break, after-”

“You hooked up with a girl and you didn’t tell me? What the fuck?” Violet said, anger and confusion combining, the whole thing like hands wrapped around her throat, making her eyes water and her chest constrict.

“Well, I wasn’t sure how you’d react. I guess I was wrong, since you’re being so understanding.”

“Fuck you,” Violet spat out, turning and walking away.

“Violet, wait!”

Violet stopped walking, but she didn’t turn. She couldn’t bear to look at Fame’s face right now, not when tears were burning in her eyes, threatening to spill over any second.

“Look, I’m sorry! Okay? I guess I just...I didn’t want to say anything that would risk hurting you. Because I don’t want to lose you as a friend. I do love you-”

At that, Violet whirled back around, those angry tears streaking hotly down her cheeks.

“No you don’t,” she said. “You never have. God, I’m so stupid.”

“Vi-”

“Enjoy your prom,” she choked out, before breaking away and rushing towards the lobby. She had no idea where she was going, but she knew that she couldn’t go back into that ballroom, with those people. Not like this.

-

Adore trudged slowly through the parking lot, wondering where she should even go. This part of town was mostly new--lots of pointless high-end stores, yuppie restaurants, hipster bars.

“Hey! Where the fuck are you going?” demanded a voice, and Adore smiled to herself, turning around to find Violet, face streaked in tears, stomping from the hotel angrily.

Adore chuckled sadly. “You look like I feel.”

“Well you look like shit,” Violet countered.

“Okay, so I guess I look like I feel too.”

“God fucking damn it, why can’t we just have one night where we’re like, normal teenagers?” Violet exclaimed, face turned upwards, and Adore shook her head.

“I dunno.”

“Where were you going, anyway?”

“I honestly don’t know. Just...anywhere but here.”

“Same.” Violet took her hand. “I think there’s a diner a few blocks away that’ll be open. Come on.”

[littledreamybeth]

Painted nails

A/N: I was inspried by the recent video of Harry getting his nails done :) Gif is not mine, credits to the owner. Comments are appreciated.

Y/N was currently sitting in front of her dressing table, and cleansing her face while Harry was looking at her from behind. He couldn’t tell why but there was something calming and soothing in watching her taking off her makeup and cleaning her flawless skin. In some occasions they would have their own spa day in which they would create a relaxing atmosphere in their apartment and spend time with facial products until they had nice and soft skin.

There was a particular something that had caught his attention.

His eyes eventually drifted back and forth to the collection of nail polish that his girlfriend had kept next to her makeup utensils.

The urge to ask whether she was ready do color his nails was huge but still there was something holding him back. But what exactly? It was nothing new to him anyway, was it?

He had done it constantly- either it was him who tried to paint his nails, which was by the way very cute to watch because Harry would have a concentrated expression attached on his face and when he messed up, he would pout sweetly- or he got them done by professionals. So why was he being shy to ask his girlfriend if she was kind enough to do his nails? It’s not that she would judge him or somewhat laugh at him; she knew exactly that he liked it and also supported him with his choices. Sometimes she would take his hand into hers and even comment how cute his nails looked covered in different colors of nail polish or she would go for it and accompany him to the nail salon. There was nothing to be ashamed about. Who said that men couldn’t wear nail polish? Was there any kind of rule? Harry didn’t give a fuck about it being a girly thing to do. He did what his heart desired.

Perhaps, the reason why he was acting like this could be that Y/N had never colored his nails before, making it the first time she would do it in case she complied.

He gathered all his courage, sighing deeply before he spoke. “Love?”

Y/N, who was applying and massaging some face cream on her skin, looked at him trough the mirror which hung in front of her, smiling at him gently, “Hmm?”

A nervous laugh escaped his lips and Harry started to fiddle with his fingers. Y/N took this gesture as a sign that whatever he wanted to ask her must have made him somewhat embarrassed or even uncomfortable.

“Do you mind… doing my nails, maybe?” His cheeks flushed red and Y/N thought it was quite adorable.

Her smile reached her ears, and she stopped her actions for a second to respond, “Sure, I would love to.”

“Wait- Really?” He had his eyebrows raised at her response.

“Of course. Choose a color,” she offered and pointed at her collection. The was a variety of different colors that he could pick. Harry took a glance.

“Uhm, can I have three colors?” His fingers glided over the lids of the tiny glass containers.

“Yes, you can, Harry,” Y/N laughed, nodding her head.

After a quick moment, Harry decided that he wanted his nails to be colored in black, pink and green. A quite unusual combination but who cared? Y/N asked him to take a seat on the king-sized bed behind them until she was finished with her skin care routine. 

He obeyed and practically jumped onto their bed, giggling and playing with the nail polish like a little child while he was waiting for Y/N to join him. His girlfriend’s heart could have literally burst at the cuteness displaying before her eyes. Who knew that it could make him so happy?

When she was done, she joined him and gently withdrew the nail polishes out of his hands.

“Show me your nails,” she said. Harry stretched out his hand to her. She took it into hers and glanced at his nails. “Which one do you want me to use first?”

“Uh.. Black, then green and then pink.”

“Alright!” Y/N responded. She opened the lid of the black nail polish and started to apply it on his thumb, then changing the colors just as he wanted her to. Harry, meanwhile, was sitting comfortably on his bum and let himself getting treated by his girlfriend. He didn’t move an inch, so did his fingers. He was simply watching as the nail polish drowned his nails.

“They look very pretty,” Y/N commented with honesty lacing her voice as she was done. The young artist observed his fingers and a hint of happiness was gleaming in his green eyes. He gave her an appreciative kiss on her cheek.

“Thank you, love.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied, clearly having enjoyed doing that favor for him. Maybe they should do it more often? “And how about I give you good facial cleansing while your nails are drying?”

How could Harry say no to that?

[iant0jones]

Hey! :D do you have any headcanons of Jack and Ianto being super supportive boyfriends and taking care of each other?

I sure do!!! Thank you for asking 💕

Gareth once said that Ianto’s favorite sandwich would be chicken, pesto, and parmesan, so I like to imagine Jack taking Ianto out to lunch and Ianto ordering that sandwich and raving about how good it is. Jack casually asks Ianto to remind him what’s in it, makes a mental note, and secretly buys the supplies and learns how to make it to perfection at home. He always makes sure the ingredients are stocked in the flat so Ianto has something simple to make for himself so he doesn’t always automatically reach for the phone to call for takeaway.

Their dvd collection grows over the years, so they have two separate categories: one with Ianto’s favorites for when he gets to pick what movie they watch, and one for Jack’s favorites for when he gets to pick (Ianto’s is categorized by genre, then by titles within that genre. Jack’s is just a mess). A third category is eventually created for their mutual favorites that they always come back to, especially when they’ve had a long week and need time to unwind.

Going off of that idea, Jack’s seen Ianto doze off once or twice during the movies that he’s picked, so when Ianto’s being stubborn about going to bed, Jack will put on one of those movies and trick him into taking a nap. It doesn’t work after Ianto catches on, but he appreciates his boyfriend for taking care of him all the same.

Jack freaks out when he finds several gray hairs next to each other because that makes it so much harder to hide, so Ianto buys him hair dye and special shampoo and conditioner. He learns how to dye hair so they can do it in the flat. It’s tedious, but soothing. They like having the time to talk to each other without distractions. Ianto also reminds Jack that it’s okay that he’s going gray, and he’s sure Jack would look extremely handsome as a silver fox, but he understands and respects why it makes Jack upset.

When the sudden pop culture obsession with vinyl and record players comes around, Jack’s thrilled and fascinated by the human race’s desire to look back on the past and get “vintage” items. Ianto buys a record player for the flat and together they collect records. Whenever an overly cheesy romantic/horny song comes on, Jack will serenade Ianto and dance with him around the flat. Part of it is because he just loves his boyfriend so much and needs to sing about it. Part of it is because he knows that Ianto needs a reminder every now and then that it’s okay to act as young as he actually is and forget about being mature for awhile.

When work is being slow and they’re all bored out of their minds, Ianto will text memes to Jack to brighten his day a little (and make him roll his eyes quite a bit). Eventually the whole team creates two groupchats, one for professional purposes and one for being the silly friends they are. Everyone except Owen is delighted by how many frog memes exist.

Jack replaces Ianto’s old, fraying, thin mittens with one pair of classy leather gloves, and one pair of fingerless gloves (that turn into mittens). This was before they were dating, and Jack definitely made a lewd comment about the leather, which wouldn’t be relevant until after they started dating.

Ianto learns that Jack actually does like a nice cup of tea every now and then, and (begrudgingly) stocks up on the flavors he likes.

While they’re out shopping, Jack points out some bath salts and says they should have an at-home spa night. Ianto gets a little awkward, and after some poking and prodding from his boyfriend, he admits that he’d feel too girly doing something like that. Jack then buys a ridiculous amount of bath bombs, bath salts, face masks, etc, and insists that he’ll do everything by himself–Ianto can join if he likes. Eventually Ianto gives in and actually has a really lovely, soothing time. They have a spa night once every couple weeks (more than once if it’s been really busy and stressful), and even convince the rest of the team to have a team-bonding spa night, which Tosh holds at her flat.

hhhhhhhhh I could go on forever but I’ll stop here because oh god this is getting quite long. Anyways I love them so much and they’re in love

[donutdarwin]

RvB Fluff Week: Day Two - Docnut (2)

Prompt:  Doc and Donut have spa nights in Valhalla, and Lopez has to endure the romantic tension.

Donut was twelve when he got his first facial.

Doc was twenty-seven, and regretted not partaking in the luxury of mud masks sooner.

Lopez refused to ever get a facial- mainly because he didn’t have a face- and didn’t enjoy a single second of Doc and Donut’s weekly spa night. There was something different about this one- some energy between the two that even a robot could sense, despite his best efforts not to.

Lopez busied himself shining the warthog as the scent of rose and vanilla filled the air; he wouldn’t know, since he had no sense of smell, except that there were rose and vanilla candles everywhere. He focused on perfecting the shine of the vehicle. This could- and hopefully would- take all night, since Grif had been last two clean the Warthog, the past two times, and that meant most of the Warthog was still coated in dirt and soap-scum.

Still, even Lopez was aware that Doc and Donut seemed much closer tonight than usual- Donut seemed a bit more eager to rub the tension out of Doc’s shoulders and comb through his hair and laughingly wipe face-mask mud on Doc’s neck and shoulders.

It was. So. Gay.

---

The next week, it wasn’t any better- and the stagnance of the base didn’t help Lopez find things to busy himself with.

Sarge was outside making Simmons and Grif run girly-laps; Lopez wanted to feel some positive connotation to it, because at last Red Team was doing some PT, but there was a logical near-certainty that it was just to make Grif look bad and Simmons miserable. And to help Sarge evade Donut’s wine-and-cheese hour, when double-entendres filled the air and the week’s MRE cheese filled the base with the unpleasant stench of processed lactose. Again, Lopez couldn’t smell it, but Simmons’ complaints were audible enough.

Lopez busied himself this time with alphabetically organizing the painfully small drawer of Red Team files- professional profiles, inventory listings, maintenance records for the base, and so on.

Lopez stayed focused on getting the files organized, ever aware of Grif and Sarge starting a shouting match outside, and Donut drawing out an unusually husky tone while asking Doc where he had the most tension.

Oh, mierda. That wasn’t something Lopez needed to overhear.

He stepped out of the base, uncomfortably within hearing range of Doc’s stumbled flustering, and approached Sarge. “I’m going to Blue Base for supplies.”

It came out Spanish, as always, and Sarge replied, “You’re absolutely right, Lopez- any soldier worth half his salt can complete a few girly laps! Now get going, Grif! Even Lopez thinks you’re just being lazy!”

“I’m just saying, I don’t see you out there with us, and I’m not convinced you can do them,” Grif said.

“I’m out,” Lopez said, and strode off, keeping himself away from the base for the next few hours.

---

God save them all.

It had finally happened- and Lopez knew that was only the beginning.

Sarge had insisted Lopez keep an eye on the base while he, Grif, and Simmons drove over to the dirty blues to “hijack some grub.” Lopez had been pacing the roof for a couple hours, but when he heard some action movie playing from Blue Base and the warthog was parked, empty, outside, he decided that either the Blues had killed the Reds or they were having another movie night. Either way, Lopez didn’t need to stand on the roof till midnight.

He went downstairs into the Valhalla base, ignoring the sounds of Doc and Donut discussing- what word had they just used? Sapphic? Sapphic poetry? Lopez decided he must have been programmed incorrectly, because his internal workings insisted that referenced a type of lesbian poetry. Lopez didn’t want to do anything productive for the Reds, but he knew if he stood idle too long he’d be roped into spa night somehow- last time, that had ended with nails painted onto his armor and a flower crown on his head. It had taken a week to get the nail polish off, and the paint on his gloves had never looked the same.

Then he realized he had nothing to worry about- they weren’t interested in him at all. In fact, they seemed entirely in their own little world, and the spa room had gone quiet. Suspiciously quiet- it was suspicious when two people went from busily talking to absolute silence, right?

Lopez poked his head around the corner, and then recoiled. On the one hand, the sexual tension bubble would definitely be burst now- you didn’t just swallow someone’s face like that and leave anything repressed. On the other hand, Lopez certainly didn’t want to witness it.

“I think I love you,” Donut said as Lopez ducked back out of the room.

Based on the horrid, wet sound that came from inside the room, it could be assumed Doc’s reply had been to re-attach his face to Donut’s. What was with humans!? Spa night, wine and cheese, racist Simmons, the sounds coming from that room-

It became apparent “spa night” was about to get really heated, and that was not some shit Lopez the Heavy signed up for. And, mierda, so gay, and they kept saying nice things about anticipation and muscles and-

That was it, he was out.

Lopez arrived at Blue Base and sat down against the wall, begrudgingly

[iscribblin]

Journaling Day 1

Alright so this isn’t for any really specific purpose other than to get myself writing again. I want to reflect on my life, my decisions, my actions, etc. 

And today was an interesting day to start doing so. Today for the first time in a while I was truly angry in the sense that I was in a mood that I could not get out of. It’s interesting because it started last night and usually I can “sleep off” my emotions like that but I think I was just so upset it lingered into the morning. And no matter what I did it stayed all day. I made myself a delicious almost unhealthy breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, potatoes, avocado, banana pancakes and blueberry oatmeal. I wasn’t able to finish the sweets (surprise surprise) but the rest was definitely more than needed. I want to stop overeating and listen to my body more and watch my portions but still struggle with the portion control. I’m getting better at listening to my body but I know it can trick me sometimes.

After “breakfast” (which was at like 3PM due to the fact that I woke up at TWO) I started getting ready because I know I wanted to go out. I wasn’t sure if I would return in time for tennis but I just knew I needed to go somewhere. I debated between retail therapy, the ankara castle and literally going slightly out of town to a place called Kizilcahamam where I can get the same experience as Amasya (hotel resort/spa with a view) but by the time I got ready and left it was closer to 5 so I decided I might do that later in the week. 

I ended up deciding to go to the castle and just see if places were open. On the way I blasted angry music to the point that the car was shaking from the bass but it felt good. I am trying to let myself feel my feelings more since I always try to shut them off and “be happy” again but it felt good to just be pissed that things didn’t work out. I ended up meeting an antique door / rug seller at the and he lifted my spirits a bit. He told me about how his business has expanded to the NY and that they spend a lot of money there on these items. Meeting new and nice Turkish people is always something that makes me really happy. I’ve started believe in positive vibrations/energy. It almost makes me wish I still worked in some simple food industry job just to get a chance to interact with people. Weird, right?

Since the shops started closing down I decided to go to tennis and told myself that I was just going to stay quiet today since I wasn’t in a great mood and didn’t want to annoy anyone. I’d just keep to myself. Which worked out pretty well I don’t think anyone even really noticed my spirits all that much. I’m enjoying this new crew for the most part they’re friendly people. I think friendlier than my past group who kind of kept to themselves. Surprisingly I think I ended up playing one of my best games I’ve ever played. Anger / apathy seems to work in my favor.

I’m really getting tired of all the lockdowns that are going down as of lately. I know this is what we have to do but I just miss normal life. After tennis I wanted to buy some wine/snacks and sit in the car and look at the Ankara skyline from above my apartments (there’s a lookout) but the grocery store had already closed. I’m talking to 2+ guys (two semi-seriously, others just random DMs) and all I want is to meet with them and go on a date. I’m terrified of their rejection but I want to at least put myself out there again. I feel like I’ve stayed stagnant for so long I feel like I’m losing my mind. An entire year of my life has passed me by with no advance towards my future with a family. I keep watching these girly shows all about female empowerment and while they discuss guys a lot, a lot of the show revolves around their professional lives as well but I can’t help feeling like my professional life isn’t enough. That I’m missing a puzzle piece to what I need to make me happy. I have a good job, good family, good friends (mostly), I’m happy and satisfied with myself in who I am (of course still wanted to improve but overall know who I am and what I represent) but I just want that final element. And I don’t think it’s from loneliness. I just want to be with someone. I want to share my life with them, I want to cuddle with them, do things with them, etc. As I’m writing I’m wondering if it truly is loneliness but no, I don’t think it is. I don’t want to hang out with my friends more. I just want to be around a guy. Someone to have fun with, interact with.

So we’ll see. I think I still over-wrote than I wanted to but whatever, it was nice to explain. It felt like today was purposeful and was a good day to write about. 

[williameshleman-blog]

There’s a fair bit involved in hen party planning from choosing the location and organising accommodation to deciding on the activity. But one thing that is a given is that an activity is always a good idea. It’s a great way to get people mingling, create a bit of bonding and some laughs to boot! There are some amazing options out there activity wise with everything from dance classes to hot tub parties. There is seriously something for every style of hen group. Check out some epic ideas your girls will love below…

1. Dinner with the Ladies

Simple but a big hit with everyone, dinner and the chats is the perfect hen party activity. If you’re Dublin based or fancy a trip to the capital, Hogs & Heifers and Wrights Cafe Bar (you can arrange a cocktail class here as well!) in Swords have great hen party deals. They include a meal plus a glass of bubbly for €25 per person.

2. House Party with a Twist

If you want to party it up at home, have Mae, an adorable 70s vintage caravan from Vintage Vanp stop by to make it into a bash to remember. This super cute camper can be used as your very own tea party station… or she can be turned in to a snazzy cocktail or Prosecco bar too!

3. Make Your Very Own Ring

If you’re looking for a crafty challenge, a 2 hour stint at Silver Works in Dublin where you’ll learn how to make your own silver ring from scratch is a gorgeous option. Walk away with a fab memento and enjoy a glass of Prosecco, snacks and the chats while learning a new skill!

4. Dance Up a Storm

Dance classes are a super popular option. They’re a great way to break the ice, learn some new moves and have the absolute craic as well. Patrick from I Know a Guy offers classes to hen parties where you can learn a routine – we love the idea of unveiling it on the Big Day. Or he can teach you some specific dances like Cha Cha or Salsa!

5. Chocolate Outdoor Adventure

If you’re after a chocolate filled outdoor adventure, head to Kippure Estate in Wicklow. This stunning 240 acre estate is home to the Chocolate’s Hen Challenge which involves everything from a Chocolate Coin Hunt to Aero Archery. They have other fun activities if chocolate isn’t your thing including the hilarious Wild Wicklow Woman adventure. And you can make a weekend of it by booking into one of their cosy cottages.

6. Karting Challenge

Located in Galway, Pallas Karting & Paintball is home to Europe’s Largest Karting centre as well as Paintball and Splatball. If you’re up for an adrenaline filled adventure, this is a winner. And if you’re after a fun location for the evening entertainment, the uber chic DNA Nightclub in Galway city centre is an awesome spot. You can reserve an area, plus you get some complimentary champers and a professional pic of you and the girls (Saturday’s only).

7. Chick Flick Fun

Hen Party Central are hen party pros and can arrange an amazing night for you and the girls! If you’re a fan of chick flicks and loved slumber parties, you’ll love their ultimate girly night in. Gather your besties and get cosy as you enjoy one of your all-time fave movies at a private screening at a city centre bar. It includes drinks (a glass of wine, beer or a soft drink for all your ladies) and nibbles too! Available nationwide.

8. Pampering Sesh at a Spa

You can’t beat a bit of indulgence so a spa break is the perfect hen party treat! If you fancy escaping to some gorgeous surroundings for some serious luxury, Fota Island in Cork will tick all your boxes. Their spa has a heavenly menu and some fab packages including a chocolate inspired one. This includes a chocolate wrap, bath and massage – mmm. It’s just 20 minutes from the city if you fancy a night out as well.

Another amazing spa haven is Revas Spa in Limerick. They specialise in spa hen parties for both large and smaller groups with a variety of packages. You can look forward to time in the thermal suite and spa treatments! Other little extras you can avail of include hair, make-up and nail services as well as prosecco and afternoon tea. Limerick city also has some fun spots if you fancy doing some partying with your ladies!

9. CSI – Save the Groom

Create Your Night are hen party planners extraordinaire with a wealth of packages for you to choose from to make life easy. Their CSI Save the Groom option is incredibly popular! The ‘Best Man’ films the groom getting kidnapped and a hilarious ‘Garda Inspector’ played by an actor shows the group the footage. It’s then up to the group to follow the trail of clues to rescue the groom before the Big Day!

10. Hot Tub Cocktail Party

TheFancyHen.ie pride themselves on organising the classiest hen parties! They’ve an amazing range of packages and activities to choose from – one fun option is the hot tub cocktail party. If you’re looking to relax with your girls with some fun tunes and a mimosa, mojito or cosmo in hand, this sounds like pure bliss!

11. Carrick-on-Shannon Antics

The lively hub of Carrick-on-Shannon is well known for its awesome hen and stag scene. If you’re looking to be close to the action, it doesn’t get any better than the award-winning, Courtyard Apartments. This one stop shop takes the hassle out of organising your hen with beautiful self-catering accommodation for up to 34 people plus activities.

Options include everything from a battle of the grannies with the Mrs Doyle & Her Grannies Experience to The Cube Challenge or Fascinator Making! They’ll also pick you up from the train station, transport you to any planned activities and they’ll arrange free finger food and a cocktail for the group in nearby Murtaghs Bar on Friday night.

12. Gin Tea Party

HenParty.ie can help you plan the best night ever with a range of handy packages to make things super easy! They’ve tons of brilliant activities and locations to choose from but one popular choice is the Gin Tea Party. If the bride is a fan of all things shabby chic and loves her gin, this is the perfect combo. Yep, amazing afternoon treats and toasting all her favourite girls with her fave tipple. This package is available in Cork, Belfast, Dublin and Galway.

13. Farmyard Fun at Headford Arms

Photo by Rachel Peters via 100 Layer Cake

The Headford Arms in Meath has some great hen packages including a photo shoot with the squad, pole dancing and some pampering. But their ‘For the Birds’ Causey Farm experience is the biggest hit. You and the girls get to enjoy an afternoon of farmyard antics from milking cows to painting the hen’s life story on the barn wall! Packages include some lovely extras such as lunch on arrival, dinner and luxury accommodation. You can also look forward to entry to VIBE nightclub and a full Irish brekkie the morning after.

14. Girls Night Out Pampering

If you’re looking to get glammed up for a night on the tiles with the girls, book a session with the lovely Powder Room Girls. They’ll come by your house or venue and get you glammed up for the night ahead whether you’re  after makeup, a curly blowdry or an updo! You can also pick up some pro tips and tricks along the way as you enjoy some bubbly!

Deck Yourself Out

Looking for some little extras to make the big night extra special? Cluckers.ie, HenWorld.ie, Favour Lane and Jokeshop.ie have all your accessories and decor needs covered. They’ve everything from chic and classy sashes, headpieces, badges and costumes to L Plates and willy straws!

Main photo by Two Foxes Photography via Polka Dot Brides

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[theartificialdane]

Galactica, part 242

In this Raven throws the warmup party at the year, as she celebrates a night all about her!

Thank you @veronicasanders @samrull and @toriibelledarling for cowriting <3

“Violet!” Pearl kicked Violet’s door, her hands filled with her computer. “Can I borrow your charger, Turbo just chew through mine, the little assholem and I have a fucking deadlin-” Pearl almost tripped over Frida, the woman not looking up as she was desperately trying to save the file she was working on. Pearl looked up, the breath getting knocked out of her. “Wow…”

Violet was standing in front of her mirror, a ruby dress hugging her body, the long sleeves covering her arms while her shoulders were out, Violet’s delicate collarbones on display, a slender gold chain decorating her neck, and Pearl felt her jaw hit the floor. Violet looked breathtaking.

“Pearl, hi.” Violet turned around, her hair done in the soft curls she had worn for the Vogue Fashion Fund, her lips the most kissable dark red, and Pearl flushed, the whole situation beyond embarrassing. “Did you want something?”

“What? Oh. Right.” Pearl felt like a schoolgirl, unable to focus on anything but Violet’s louboutins. “Can I borrow your charger?”

“Sure.” Violet bent down, quickly going through her Chanel before she pulled out the charger, handing it to Pearl, their hands touching.

“Thanks..” Pearl grabbed it and left, not looking back, her mouth dry.

***

"I can't wait for the party!" Raven sing-sang as she walked around her living room one more time, drink in hand, making sure everything was perfect. It was still a few hours until she had invited the guests, and the TV crew was going to come running any minute. Raven was practically vibrating with excitement, her party something she had looked forward to for weeks.

“Calm down, princess.” Raja smiled and took Raven’s drink from her, making Raven pout.

“Raaaj, you’re so mean.”

“I’m not mean, I’m trying to keep my little event planner sober until her big night actually starts.”

“Fiiiiine.” Raven sat down, Raja putting her arm around her and kissed her fiance's head.

As much as the woman made fun of each other, they were both incredibly detail oriented and meticulous whenever they threw any kind of happening. Even though Raven could have hired an event planner for her party, she wanted to do it all herself. Raja loved how secretly domestic Raven was, and how much she enjoyed entertaining their close friends in their home. For Raven, event planning gave her an excuse to obsess over every tiny detail. She had spent two weeks coordinating the charger plates with the floral arrangements when Fame had thrown a dinner, and for baby Grace’s christening, Raven had ruled it all with an iron fist. Jaslene had even asked Raven to help plan her wedding because of her taste and the care she put into planning everything.

Raven heard the doorbell, and jumped excitedly from Raja’s arms, running forwards the door. Raven had spent all day making sure that everything would work out, that the appetizers were in fact perfect, that her over the top Venetian hour dessert spread was beyond anything anyone had ever seen, and that the drinks matched up as they should. That and keeping track of the messages therapists, the nail technicians the spa personnel were all there and ready to work. All in all, this was  to be a lovely little girly party and Raven couldn't wait to begin.

“Hey, so where can we put all this stuff?”

Raven sneered as the camera man in question just walked straight into her home, the man barely wiping his shoes before he stepped onto her Pierre Frey carpet.

“Did your mom drop you as a baby?”

Raven was just about to go off, when Raja came into the hallway, her fiance grabbing her jacket from the hook before she leaned down to kiss Raven.

“Are you sure you’re not going to stay?”

“There isn’t enough money in the world.” Raja laughed, and Raven pouted, the two kissing again.

“Say hi to everyone from me?”

“I will.”

***

“Hey…” Courtney leaned on Bianca’s shoulder from behind, Courtney dressed up to the nines. “So I was thinking… Maybe I can some with you tonight, instead of to going to Raven’s…”

Bianca turned around and kissed Courtney’s cheek, lacing their fingers together. “Sounds good to me.”

“I wish,” Courtney groaned and peeled herself off Bianca, getting ready to go.

“What’s the matter? I thought those drunk bitches were your new BFFs, and hasn’t Raven been good, too?”

“Yeah, everyone’s been cool.” Courtney shrugged. “It’s her friends I don’t trust.”

“Well, they’re jealous, baby. I mean… You’ve got everything they want.” Bianca flashed her dimples.

Courtney laughed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, I know, I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

Bianca kissed her neck. “Luck has very little to do with it…”

Giggling, Courtney slid her arms around Bianca’s shoulders. “To be honest, those cunts are probably a safer bet than Fame and Raja anyway.”

“That’s...accurate.”

***

"Ravey baby abre la puerta!" Jaslene yelled in Spanish from out in the hall where she had just been let in by a very confused cameraman.

"Raaave, where are you? We have the juice of your homeland!" Celia laughed as they dumped into the livingroom.

"Heeey!" Raven greeted as the two women enveloped her in a crushing hug.

"It's Ravey's bachelorette party!" Jaslene sang as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

"Yay Rave!" Celia squealed as she held he Russian woman tighter.

"I can't breathe," Raven wheezed out before Celia and Jaslene let her go, allowing her to take a deep breath. "Thank you."

"No problem," Celia chirped brightly with a brilliant smile, "We can't afford to have you pass out, and then endure your wrath for messing with the flow of your party."

"Because we all know how Raven is about her events." Jaslene said.

Raven laughed to herself, Celia and Jaslene looking around for the first time.

“Shit… You really outdid yourself this time Rave.”

The entire apartment had been transformed. Cascading waterfalls and lush floral arrangements lead the way to the bedrooms, where a rack of plush robes and slippers announced a full day spa with a nail salon, masseurs, and all kinds of beauty treatments.

The livingroom was a club/lounge with dance poles (governed by the one and only Mariah), a DJ, and a bartender mixing signature cocktails.

And in the dining room, three master pastry chefs were creating the most elaborate and divine desserts anyone had ever seen. Raven’s sweet tooth and grandiosity combined to form the greatest Venetian hour in history.

“Aww thanks Cece!” Raven beamed as the trio walked further into the room.

“It looks like, super professional.” Jaslene laughed, just before they heard the doorbell ring, more of the guests slowly arriving.

“You two go and get some snacks or a pre party facial,” Raven said brightly, “enjoy yourself, but most importantly, remember to enjoy Raja’s money!” ***

“Hey boo hey!” Jujubee greeted as soon as Raven opened the door to her home, the small asian woman smiling brightly.

“My little Juju!” Raven sang, giving her friend a big hug. “Hey Kelly belly,” she added as Kelly come into view, the teen looking mightily bored with the whole situation.

“Oh my god,” Kelly groaned as she hugged Raven before stepping into the condo. “Don't you think I've outgrown that name?” She whined pitifully while handing Raven a pink and gold gift bag.

“But you had such a cute little baby gut.”

“Wait, are those cameras?”

“Oh, right!” Raven smiled and grabbed the paperwork next that was laying on a little side table. “Courtney is filming Housewifes tonight, so you have to sign this.”

“Awesome!” Kelly reached out, ready to sign, but her mom grabbed her hand.

“Don’t even think about it Kelly Sanderson.”

“But moooom-”

“No.”

“Fine.” Kelly rolled her eyes, clearly displeased, but she gave up quickly, finding the beauty treatments on offer much more exciting.

“She gets it from her father,” Jujubee replied easily, putting her hands on her hips, easily signing the form herself.

“Ah, right...the other host of the evening. I wonder how he’s doing…” Raven chuckled to herself.

***

“The baby is finally sleeping,” Fame announced. “And now I think I understand why you invited us here, De.”

“That’s unfair. I invited you to celebrate Raja’s last few glorious days of singledom and reunite the group, all of us, …” Detox looked around and raised his glass, a smile on his face. “To Raja, and to the upcoming holidays.”

“Hear hear!” Sutan called, raising his beer bottle. Even though he and Raja were Muslim, he still absolutely loved christmas.

Patrick kissed Fame on the cheek and she leaned against him happily. Bianca rolling her eyes since she still hadn’t totally forgiven Patrick yet.

“So are you actually going to grill for us, or should I have a Postmates order ready to go?” Bianca asked, sipping her beer. They were all sitting in the livingroom, surrounded by toys and kids drawings.

“Oh ye of little faith!” Detox cried.

“Yeah, I feel like I literally just said I have no faith. None.” Bianca cackled, everyone laughing together. They could have gone out to celebrate Raja, but honestly all of them just wanted to stay in and spend time together, instead of going out and dealing with the public and the paparazzi.

Raja laughed and slung an arm around Bianca’s shoulders. “Let’s give him like an hour,” she said. “If there’s nothing edible by 7:30, then we can go for delivery.”

“Look, I had to give the monsters their dinner first, okay?” Detox smiled, Julia and Owen tucked up nicely in their room with Disney Channel on, the two beyond excited with the juice boxes and candy they got to share. “It’s done, so now I can fire up the grill!”

“You know it’s December, right? I’m just really skeptical of this whole plan.” Bianca dunked her beer, making Raja laugh, the woman clearly enjoying her friends’ argument.

“Let him do his thing, B. Stop being such a control freak,” Fame said.

“Oh I’m a control freak?! Said the bitch whose entire home is white.” Fame huffed and rolled her eyes while Patrick smirked, the state of their home and Fame’s choice in colorpalette often something their friends made fun of.

Suddenly two small creatures flew into the room and hurled themselves at the sofa.

“Holy shit!” Raja almost fell back as she was tackled, her arms filled with tiny twins, their mouths blue from their candy.

“YOU MADE A CURSE!” Julia giggled, pointing at Raja.

“How did you ever get used to that? I just got the wind knocked out of me!” Raja gasped.

“Oh, you never do.” Detox shook his head, easily picking up one of the twins, Owen settling down on his lap, the little boy looking around with wide eyes as Julia settled down on Raja’s lap.

“Bibi, where’s Courtney?” asked Julia, smiling at Bianca.

“She’s at Auntie Raven’s.”

“Oh. Where’s Auntie Raven?” Julia titled her head, looking at Bianca like she was trying to figure out a puzzle.

“She’s having another party. None of us are invited. It’s not for kids and it’s not for older people.”

“Isn’t that where Mommy is?” Julia said.

“Yes.”

“But she’s an older people.”

Sutan snorted, clearly entertained by Julia.

“She’s fun, though.”

“Oh yeah.” Julia laughed. Owen looked up.

“So you guys are having the boring party, and they have the fun party?”

Bianca reached for the little girl, tickling her. “Yes, exactly. Welcome to the boring party.”

***

“So remember, you’re supposed to get both of them to drink,” Jane instructed, as the sound guy strapped on Courtney’s mic pack.

“Yes, Jane.”

“A lot.”

“Yes, Jane.”

“We need a light, fun, turnt-up party sequence.”

“Got it, Jane.”

“But like, if they get emotional or cry or throw drinks, that’s awesome too.”

“Yes, Jane.”

“Basically, you know, the usual.” Jane winked and sent Courtney off towards the elevator, where she joined Adore, Alaska and Jinkx. Ramona and Sonja were still getting their mics placed, laughing and flirting with the cute sound guys.

“Jesus,” said Alaska. “Is she always so...”

“Yes,” Courtney sighed.

“You alright?” Adore asked.

“Yeah!” Courtney flashed a smile. “I’m always a little nervous with Raven et al… You know.”

“I thought you guys were like besties now?” Jinkx wondered.

“Well...I mean, yeah. But now her whole squad will be there, and the cameras. Those girls just love drama and they all blame me for Bianca firing her even though I had nothing to do with it - I actually still don’t even know what happened. But I did get Tati the job. And then there was all that drama at the Galactica show, which made it into the tabloid, and...but I mean, no, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Adore put an arm around Courtney’s shoulders. “Look, we got your back, babe. Plus, we’ll just drink heavily and try to get Sonja to go insane..”

“It doesn’t take much,” Courtney laughed, stepping out of the elevator and ringing Raven’s doorbell.

“Exactly!  Then the cameras will focus on that!”

“/Jane…/” hissed a voice over the walkie.

“/Yeah, Jeremy, I heard it./”

“/Want me to go start some shit with the models?/”

“/Of course I do, Jeremy./”

“/Copy that, boss./”

“Adore darling!” Raven greeted as she leapt at the younger woman as soon as she opened the door.

“Mother Russia!” Adore replied as Raven crushed her face in between her boobs as she hugged the shorter girl. “Your boobs are smothering me,” she wheezed out.

“Oops,” Raven said as she let Adore go. “Sorry, I just didn't think you were coming since I didn't hear from you,” She continued happily as she looked Adore up and down, “you look good, has your butt gotten bigger?”

“I texted you! I hope my plus two isn’t an issue,” Adore laughed.

“Of course not, the more the merrier. Hey, ladies, welcome,” Raven greeted Alaska and Jinkx with air kisses, and gave Courtney a hug. “Come see this,” Raven winked, leading them inside.

*

Violet pushed the door to the kitchen open, sneaking inside, a breath of relief leaving her as she found the kitchen blissfully empty besides the waiters who were thankfully ignoring her. As soon as Violet had walked into Raja and Raven’s apartment, Frida dropped off downstairs at Sutan’s, she had been cornered by a production assistant, the man bothering her with a photo release that Violet had refused to sign right away. There was no way in hell she was going to end up on TV, no matter how much Courtney and well... Bascially everyone around her seemed to think it was a good idea. Violet opened the cabinet and grabbed a glass of water, filling it with ice cold water. It was going to be a long, long, long night at the Amrull Petruschin household.

*

“Holy shit…” Adore breathed.

Raven laughed, putting an arm around Adore. “I decided my theme would be ‘Raven’s Favorite Things’...you know, like Oprah…”

“I mean, even for you, this is over the fucking top, dude,” Adore said, looking back and forth between the dance floor, the waterfalls, the pastry chefs, spa services...she snatched a crabcake piled with caviar from a passing tray.

“Thank you,” Raven fluttered her lashes in mock humility.

“Courtney, I think we found your homegirls…” Alaska said, gesturing to the dance poles, where Sonja and Ramona were drinking white wine and twirling around with no rhythm, accompanied by a beautiful black woman. She appeared amused by their antics though, holding a martini and laughing with them as they gyrated wildly.

“Courtneyyyyyyy!” Sonja screamed, pulling the younger blonde in for a hug.

“Hiya!” Courtney said, looking back at Adore and Alaska with a look of terror on her face, the cameraman in the corner of the room catching her expression perfectly.

“Come dance, baby! This gorgeous bitch, Mariah, is teaching us all these greaaaaat moves!” Sonja slurred.

“I think I need a drink or two to catch up,” Courtney laughed.

“I think I’m gonna go get a massage,” said Jinkx, turning around to leave the dancefloor as Courtney was dragged away.

“We can’t leave her!” Adore said, a whine in her voice.

“You can stay and get turnt with the ladies who lunch. Imma get a massage.” Jinkx kissed Adore on the forehead.

Alaska blew Adore a kiss and followed Jinkx. “Sorry, Lil’ Bear. You’ll understand when you hit your thirties…”

Adore rolled her eyes and grabbed two cocktails from a passing tray. “Here Courtney! Drink this!”

*** “Are you sure Raven wants me here, Allie?”

“Of course.” Allison smiled, her and Tatianna taking their jackets off, Allison quickly brushing a bit of snow out of Tatianna’s long black hair. “Everyone loves you.”

“If you say so.”

Allison took the releases they had been given. “So... Are you going to sign?”

“Do you think Sutan would forgive us if we didn’t?”

“Not really no.”

“Give it here then.”

Allison laughed and handed Tatianna a pen.

***

“Celia, right? And Jaslene?”

The girls looked up from their massage tables at the squirrely-looking man holding a clipboard, flanked by two cameramen. “Yeah…?” Celia said sweetly, with only a slight tinge of suspicion. She wasn’t going to be overtly rude even though she could tell this man had shady intentions. Screentime was screentime, after all.

“I just wanted to ask you about some history you have with one of our cast members...Courtney Act? She mentioned you in a confessional.”

Jaslene narrowed her eyes. “Oh really?”

“Well, she mentioned that her friend Tatianna knows you. Apparently Tatianna said that you were rude to her at a fashion show because Courtney had gotten her a job that you thought she’d stolen from the guest of honor? Is that true?”

Jeremy cocked his head as Jaslene looked at Celia. “Is that bitch Tati still talking about the fucking Galactica show, even after Allie has taken her under her wing?! And whining to Courtney about it? Who repeats it? I swear that bitch has no fucking sense.”

“Raven was right about her from the beginning. I can’t wait until Bianca dumps her basic Britney wannabe ass.”

Jeremy smiled, nodding to the cameras to keep rolling as he slowly backed away.

***

“See, I told you you’d like it!” Raven laughed. “Peachy crystal pink is the perfect shade for you!” Raven wiggled her fingers, her own nails filed and ready to dig into Raja’s back the moment she got the chance to jump her fiance.

Courtney giggled and spun around, finishing her drink. “You’re so lucky you can have long nails all the time.. These french tips look bitching on me.”

Bitching? Courtney was really drunk. Raven took her hand back, admiring the color. “Well. What can I say, it’s all part of life as a princess.”

Courtney’s mouth opened in an adorable O, the woman clearly ready to make it into an argument that Raven would love to pick apart piece by piece, but just then Adora came running, pulling Courtney away.

“Lighten up, bitch! Keep drinking!” Adore cried. “This is our song!”

“Fine, fine, fine!” Courtney laughed and got up, following Adore onto the dance floor that was filled with people that Raven knew, some better than others.

Raven leaned back in her chair, pulling her phone up to send Raja a picture of the makeup and hair the makeup artist had done on her.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got your back!”

Raven looked up, confused at Celia that had just sat down next to her, the blonde whispering to her and ruining her selfie session.

“Thanks, girl!” Raven replied, slightly puzzled, handing her a glass of champagne. “Cheers!”

Celia toasted her and then backed away, shooting an ice glare towards the dancefloor. Raven had no idea what was going on, but Raja had just viewed her snap, and that was all that mattered.

[ladychasm]

This Is Me, Trying To Be Positive

It’s almost new year. I can’t believe I got through another year. I guess I have to be grateful. It’s been one hell of a roller coaster ride for me. So many things happened that affect me in so many ways. I don’t think I really did a great job this year. Too many dark thoughts, too many mental breakdowns, too many suicidal thoughts for my liking. 2019 made me realize that I really need professional help. The emotions that I’ve been bottled for years finally starting to bursts, and I don’t like it at all. This year, I had two mental breakdowns in front of my mom, which made her really mad and scared at the same time. To be honest, her reactions only depressed me more. I thought she would understand and did everything in her might to calm me – not yelling at me like I’ve been possessed by a demon and need exorcism ASAP. I thought she knew me… My relationship with my dad was not going so well either. He kept calling me an ungrateful child that only taking advantage of him. Not to mention the drama with his now-ex girlfriend. Oh, and don't forget my relationship with my friends. Yeah, that one going down real hard too. I got into a fight with one of my close friend and it really bump me up. And the fact that she looked unbothered afterward not helping the intense feeling of unwanted inside me. I joined two competitions this year and I won neither. It's really stressing me out because I feel useless. The reason why I went to those competitions was the prizes – the money. My brain was clouded by the thoughts of greens – that finally I can help my mom handle our economic issues. But, no. I had to be the idiot I am and didn’t win. Not only that, I also spent too many money. My dad’s money. If I have to describe this year in three words, that would be: CHAOTIC, STRESSFUL, and DEPRESSING.

But, despite all of that, I realize that it is time for me to accept my ‘darkness’. It’s time for me to stop calling the voices inside my head ‘demons’. It’s time for me to embrace all of it with shame. Just because they’re not as lovely as sunshine or as colorful as rainbow, doesn’t mean they mean any harm to me. And accepting them doesn’t make me a bad guy. I realize it is time to make peace with myself in order to create balance. I’m not a girly girl, but I’m also not a tomboy. I don’t spend all of my time in spa, but I also love skirts and heels. I’m not hopelessly romantic, but I always enjoy a got romance story. I’m not a straight A’s kind of student, but I always try my hardest to achieve the best. I am not all light, nor am I all dark. I am the combination of those two, and it’s time for me to realize that. No one can judge my yin, and no one can truly fall in love with my yang. And it’s time for me to realize that.

With that final thought, I’m not scared anymore to face the next year. Instead, I can’t wait to see what God has for me in 2020, and what can I do to get through it all. I can’t wait to be more mature, wise, and thoughtful.

Happy new year, guys!

May God gives us the strength to face another one hell of a ride! ^_^

Let’s get through it together!!!