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artificialqueens · 3 years ago

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Galactica, Chapter 81 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: Sutan and Violet skipped out on their party plans, Bianca’s friends deeply disapproved of her new relationship, Adore struggled to get over Pearl, and Alaska harbored a secret unrequited crush on her best friend Jinkx.

This Chapter: New Year’s Eve continues, full of love and betrayal.

***

“Well? What do you think?” Bianca asked, when Courtney stepped away to greet Alaska. Her voice was low, and she was trying extremely hard to appear casual, but Jinkx could see the anxiousness in her eyes.

Jinkx grinned. It wasn’t very often that she had any kind of leg up on Bianca Del Rio, and she was prepared to milk it.

“Hmmm…”

“Come on!”

“I think she’s incredible. Gorgeous, charming, and she clearly has good taste-” Jinkx batted her lashes, framing her face with her hand, in an obvious reference to Courtney gushing all over her about what a big fan she was. Then, she gave Bianca a once-over. “Well, good taste about some things.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Bianca grumbled, bumping Jinkx with her hip, suddenly looking more like herself than she had all night.

Jinkx laughed, feeling quite pleased with herself. The truth was, Courtney was everything she’d been expecting, based on what Alaska had told her: vibrant, fun, bursting with warmth and positive energy. The only surprising thing so far was Bianca. She’d known her for almost twenty years, and hadn’t ever seen her so sparkly-eyed and doting. This relationship was clearly making her happy, giving her a new kind of brightness, and that was lovely to see.

“No, but seriously,” Jinkx continued, linking her arm through Bianca’s. “I think you guys make a great couple. Sugar Mama is a good look for you.”

“I...” Bianca opened her mouth, at first looking like she was about to protest that characterization, but then seemed to think better of it, her lips twisting into a smirk. “Yeah, well…”

Jinkx laughed, watching as Courtney gave Alaska a hug and skipped back to them, arms immediately winding around Bianca’s waist, eyes shining with love as she gazed up at her. Bianca whispered something into her ear, too soft for Jinkx to hear, before kissing her gently.

It was all disgustingly cute, Jinkx noted, nose wrinkling just slightly.

***

Raja held Raven’s hand as they slowly moved through the Henri De Toulouse-Lautrec exhibition at MoMA, the evening's guests all holding little glasses of champagne, the low tone of constant chatter all around them.

The dinner had been lovely, Raven taking obvious delight in the decadence of it all, but Raja had to admit that she missed her brother, Sutan’s absence on New Years like a little hole in her heart.

She knew he was sick, knew that it made sense that he was spending the evening at home with Violet, but Raja couldn’t help but feel forgotten.

Sutan had confided in her that he told Violet he loved her, and Raja wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t, because Sutan and Violet had only been together for about 6 months, and she had been his best friend since before they were born, their history spanning literal decades compared to Violet’s months.

In all honesty, Raja had been wavering about whether or not she wanted Violet to come along for Aspen, Kahmora a complete disaster when she had joined them. After the ‘love’ reveal though, she was happy for the opportunity to spend a few days with her brother’s girlfriend, and figure out her exact motivation for being with him, to scratch deeper and see what was hiding underneath that polite surface.

“Ooh” Fame turned around, a smile on her lip. She was wearing all white and looked positively radiant, her hand on Patrick’s elbow. “What about this one?” She pointed at one of the pieces, a group of women all standing together. “Don’t you think that would look fetching in the master bathroom?”

“Well,” Patrick looked at the painting, his other hand in his suit pocket. “Where else would you put a late 19th-century avant-garde?”

“Oh please,” Fame slapped Patrick’s arm, and Raja had to quickly take a sip of her drink, hiding her smile. “It’d be a print. You can’t hang actual art anywhere near a shower. Don’t play smart.”

“Of course, love.”

Raja had to admit that she loved how much Patrick adored needling Fame, giving her small pushes towards the edge a game they often played together, since Fame was so easy to toy with. If it had been anyone else, Raja would have stepped in to stop them, but with Patrick, she knew that he’d always be there to help put everything back together.

“I like that one-” Raven pointed to a large painting of a woman in a low cut blue dress, brown curls spilling down, two other women at her side.

“You would,” Raja pressed her lips against Raven’s temple, lowering her voice to a growl, the woman in the painting basically showing off her breasts, “wouldn’t you, you dirty girl.”

“Raj!” Raven gasped, slapping her chest before giggling.

***

Dahlia smoothed down her scarlet-colored velvet gown, surveying the club with a smile. She would never have admitted it, but when Pearl invited her to this party just yesterday, she’d immediately gone out and splurged on a new dress--and she was glad she had, because she looked like a million bucks. The top was draped, held up alluringly by delicate straps that threatened to slip down her shoulders at any moment, the waist fit her like a glove, and the slit showed off her long legs to perfection. She tossed her glossy dark hair over her shoulder, loving the many pairs of eyes that were so obviously drawn towards her.

“Can I get you a drink?” Pearl asked, voice low and sexy in her ear.

They’d started their own party earlier, pre-gaming and fooling around in Pearl’s apartment as they got ready. Dahlia had been in the middle of straightening her hair when Pearl’s fingers slid up her thighs, which nearly caused her to burn her ear. At this point, they were each about five (or so, they hadn’t really counted) drinks in and fully ready to have the night of their lives.

“Sure.”

“What do you want?” Peal asked, lips grazing her neck.

“Surprise me,” Dahlia said, biting back a whimper. She turned to Pearl, cupping her cheek and saying, “I’m gonna go wash my hands.”

She continued to feel her fantasy as she walked across the dance floor to the restrooms, humming slightly to herself as she stepped up to a sink, hips swaying as she washed her hands. She was just about to reach for a paper towel when she glimpsed a figure in the mirror behind her, coming out of a stall.

Adore.

Dahlia felt her heart sink. What on earth was Adore doing here, looking at her with that hurt puppy expression, completely destroying the delightful buzz that she’d had going on?

Apparently wondering the same thing, Adore burst out, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m...it’s a party.”

Adore swallowed, and for a second Dahlia felt the guilt tighten in her chest. They hadn’t seen each other since that awful gig, when Dahlia had ditched the band and left with Pearl. She’d spoken to the others a few times, intentionally failing to mention that Pearl was more than a one-time thing.

She and Adore had been friends since high school, but for the first time in almost ten years, looking into her face was like looking at a stranger. Dahlia didn’t like to think about how much she’d hurt her, their friendship now probably beyond repair. For a few days after their fight, Dahlia had held out some hope, but when more than a week went by, and then two, and then three and no communication from Adore, she realized that it was truly over between them, despite Aja’s insistence that there was still hope, that she’d be fine after she nursed her wounds for awhile.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” Dahlia said, feeling defensive as she added, “Believe me.”

“Yeah, but how did you-”

At that moment, the door to the bathroom banged open, and in waltzed Pearl, still turnt up to 100, holding two drinks in her hands.

“Heyyyyy, D, are you ready to fuck this party up?!”

Adore turned toward her slowly, a look of horror on her face as the situation dawned on her.

Pearl looked hot as sin, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, a black long sleeved crop top clinging to her fit arms and shoving off a tone stomach, a skirt tight around her hips and ending just above her knees, a gold chain digging into the skin on her waist, her heeled boots making her ass look amazing. But Adore didn’t appear to be admiring her beauty or chic fashion sense. Instead, the look on her face was one of pure disgust.

“Are you…” Adore turned back to Dahlia, asking, “Are you here together?”

“Hell yeah!” Pearl exclaimed, before Dahlia could respond. She shot Pearl a look, trying to tell her to shut up with her eyes, but it didn’t do any good. “It’s good to see you, Delano. You look hot as fuck tonight. Want a drink?”

Adore blinked, clearly trying to figure out how Pearl could be such an absolute fucking idiot. (Dahlia was wondering the same thing.)

“...No. No, I don’t want a drink. I want you to leave. Both of you!”

“Why should we leave?” Pearl asked, sipping one of the cocktails. “We don’t have the problem here, and you don’t have to have one either.”

“Because! I’ve known Jinkx since I was a kid and my sister’s here and you’re just here to...why are you here? This isn’t even your scene!”

“I thought it would be a nice change of pace,” Pearl said. “You seriously need to relax, I thought we said we were gonna be friends.”

“Friends? Are you fucking serious, Pearl?”

“Yeah? Why not? It’s not like we ever really worked as a couple.” Pearl held out the other cocktail glass, which Dahlia assumed was meant to be for her, shaking it slightly, the ice clinking against the sides of the glass. “Jack and ginger…Isn’t that your drink? Consider it a peace off-”

“Pearl! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Do you have brain damage?!” Adore cried, slapping her hand away, liquor sloshing over the side of the glass. “You cannot seriously be fucking one of my oldest friends and think everything is gonna be cool! Or that you can buy me off with one cocktail from a fucking open bar!”

“This is so boring.” Pearl groaned slightly, rolling her eyes. “You’re totally ruining my buzz.”

“Good!” Adore yelled, voice hoarse, the tears filling her eyes telling Dahlia that they had about 30 seconds before a full emotional meltdown. She put her hand on Pearl’s arm, trying to signal for her to shut the fuck up so they could get the fuck out.

“Adore, there’s no need to make a scene. Why don’t you grow up and come do shots with us-”

“Do shots with you?!”

“Yes! We can all have some fun, and - what?” Pearl finally noticed Dahlia’s nails digging into her wrist, turning to her with an annoyed expression, which Dahlia ignored.

“I’m sorry,” Dahlia said instead, directly to Adore, as sincerely as possible.

Adore took a deep breath, eyes dull and glassy as she said, “Whatever. I just...please, just-”

“We’ll leave,” Dahlia assured her. After everything that went down, it seemed like the least she could do.

“But-” Pearl began, still not getting it.

“Pearl! Enough! Come.” She grabbed Pearl’s arm and pulled her towards the door, turning at the last second to give Adore one last, “Sorry.”

Adore nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. Her sorry clearly wasn’t enough. It probably never would be. She held her gaze for one more split second before she couldn’t stand it anymore and pushed the door open, shoving Pearl through.

***

“Hurry up lovely eyes!”

“I am, calm down-”

Sutan grinned as Violet grabbed yet another stack of papers from the living room table, moving them out of the way as quickly as she could, the table not at all ready for dinner, since neither of them had expected to be home. They were waiting for their food, the local Chinese restaurant nearly groaning on the phone when Sutan had placed his order, so he had promised to tip generously, though he always did anyway.

Sutan watched Violet, a small smile on his lips as the ends of his girlfriend's hair was still damp, the blue wrap dress and the thick socks so unlike the gown Sutan knew she would have otherwise worn, not that he himself wasn’t in a pair of loose sweats and a sweater.

Sutan didn’t normally pay much attention to what Violet was doing on the living room table, since they both preferred to either eat in the kitchen or at the TV, but it seemed like he should start checking in more, everything he stumbled upon utterly fascinating.

So far, he had seen completed patterns for skirt embroidery, all marked in Violet’s neat handwriting and completely idiot proof, his girlfriend clearly still not trusting the tailoring department to do their job while they were away in Aspen.

He had spotted what he assumed was the beginning of Raja’s MET clothes, seeing his twin's face stare back at him highly amusing. Violet had already done several small collections, fabrics and sketches all stapled together in little collages that gave a quick overview of her thoughts.

“Where do you want me to-” Sutan took a stack of paper from the table, wanting to help Violet, but all he managed was to make his girlfriend whip around, her eyes wide.

“Careful!”

“I am!” Sutan laughed, hooking his thumbs on top of the layers of fabric so it wouldn’t go anywhere as he walked over to the chest of drawers, putting it down to the side. “I didn’t realize you were so messy, Violet.”

“Please,” Violet snorted, leaning on her crutches with a raised eyebrow. “Like you’re one to talk, Mr. Kitchen Table.”

“Ha!” Sutan grinned, the taunt hitting exactly right, though he hadn’t actually thought about the kitchen table in forever, the surface somehow always clean when he needed it.

***

In the elevator, Dahlia fumed silently as she slipped on her coat. She’d been expecting an epic and glamorous night, not the shitshow that had just occured. Even more annoyingly, Pearl seemed unfazed by the whole thing.

“So, where to?” Pearl asked, her voice obnoxiously chipper.

“I don’t know,” Dahlia replied sullenly.

Completely oblivious to her tone, Pearl soldiered on. “There’s this great dive bar a few blocks from here, it’s-”

“A dive bar?” Dahlia cut in bitterly. “Dressed like this?”

Dahlia had not dropped nearly $300 on a new dress and spent two hours getting ready to end up in a dive bar. She crossed her arms.

“Well...I... Okay, if you want another fancy party, I can find one.” Pearl pulled up Twitter on her phone, scrolling through her feed. “I know my boss is at that MoMA thing, but I bet we can find something better-”

Suddenly though, even the thought of another extravagant party left a terrible taste in Dahlia’s mouth.

“Maybe I should just go home,” Dahlia sighed.

“What? Why?” Pearl’s head was tilted, confused, and looking at her big blue eyes, Dahlia couldn’t hold in her exasperation for a second longer.

“Because! I’m not really in the mood to sip champagne after all that! I know you’re like, hashtag unbothered by the whole thing, but it kind of sucks that I lost one of my oldest friends!” she burst out, just as the elevator reached the lobby.

Pearl touched her gently on the hand, saying sincerely, “It’s her loss, D.”

Dahlia sighed. She appreciated that Pearl was making an effort to be all ride-or-die, but it just felt too much like dismissing her feelings. She had lost something, something important, and she felt like shit.

“I just...wonder if it was worth it…” Dahlia admitted, and Pearl’s brow creased, finally bothered for the first time.

“I didn’t force you to come out with me,” she said quietly.

“I know,” said Dahlia.

“Or to fuck me.”

“I know.”

They stared at each other, a few moments of awkward silence passing before Dahlia finally looked down. It wasn’t fair of her to put all of this on Pearl, she knew that. But she couldn’t help feeling a bit resentful.

“If you really want to go home, I can get you a cab,” Pearl finally said.

Dahlia swallowed, a deep sigh leaving her. “Okay…”

So much for her epic, glamorous New Year’s Eve.

***

Still shaking a little from that awful confrontation in the bathroom, Adore walked towards the bar to order a drink. She’d been doing her best not to think about Dahlia or the whole mess with Pearl over the holidays, but Aja had asked her a few days earlier if they were gonna work things out, for the sake of the band.

Adore was thinking about it--after all, she loved her band. She loved writing music and she loved performing, and Dahlia had been part of it from the beginning. So she was trying to work up the energy to talk to her again. Or, she had been until tonight.

The fact that she was still dating Pearl was the last thing Adore expected. From Dahlia, that is. From Pearl, at this point nothing would surprise her.

Ugh.

She glanced around the room, wondering where the fuck Courtney was. Of course, she finally spotted her with Jinkx and Bianca, perched on a sofa, hanging on her sister’s arm...and likely her every word, if the look on her face was any indication.

Adore rolled her eyes, in no mood for Courtney’s slavish puppy love at the moment.

“What can I get you?” asked the bartender.

“Double Jameson,” Adore replied immediately, then after half a second added, “Actually, make it a triple.”

“You got it.”

Adore put her head on the bar and groaned slightly. Beside her, someone chuckled drily.

“Sounds like your night is going about as well as mine.” The tall blonde grinned at her sheepishly, recognition dawning in her eyes. “Wait, aren’t you Courtney’s friend?”

Adore puffed out her cheeks. She’d been known as ‘Bianca’s sister’ for most of her life, and she was resigned to it at this point. But now, she was gonna be ‘Courtney’s friend’? When would she just be herself? “Yeah. I’m Adore.”

Thankfully, the bartender set Adore’s drink down just then, allowing her to take a giant sip.

“Alaska,” supplied the blonde. “I work with Court at Galactica. I love her so much, she’s just the sweetest thing ever. She talks about you all the time.”

Frustration reaching a boiling point, Adore burst out with, “Yeah, Courtney’s the fucking greatest. My best friend. Although you wouldn’t know it tonight, since all she cares about is my fucking sister and the moon that apparently shines out of her ass.”

Alaska looked taken aback for a moment, and Adore squeezed her eyes shut, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I’m just...yeah, I’m just having a real shitty night, and I...please forget I said all that.” She couldn’t help finishing with, “Even though it’s true.”

Alaska laughed, a long infectious laugh that made Adore smile in spite of her wretched mood. “Consider it forgotten…But are you okay? Feeling a little left out?”

“I mean, I guess. I don’t know. I just saw my ex, who is now dating my former friend.”

“Ouch.”

“Why don’t we talk about you instead? What’s your story?” Adore asked her.

Wincing, Alaska sipped her drink. “Let’s not. I’m…sort of going through it tonight.”

“Oh yeah? Is it worse than your friend of ten years fucking your ex right after you broke up, and then the two of them showing up pretending like everything is normal and your ex asking you to fucking do shots with them?”

“Uh…no…not worse than that. Jesus.” Alaska shook her head and gestured to Adore’s drink. “You sure a triple’s strong enough?”

Adore laughed and shook her head. “It’s not. But I’m working with what I’ve got.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I hear that.” Alaska reached out and put a hand on Adore’s. “They both sound like assholes, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Adore said gratefully, looking into Alaska’s kind brown eyes and feeling seen for the first time all night. She cleared her throat. “...Okay, I just told you my shit. Wanna tell me yours?”

“Well…” Alaska chewed nervously on the straw in her own cocktail. “I have this friend…”

“Yeah…?” Adore prompted.

“I’m in love with her, and she doesn’t feel the same way, so I come to these things to torture myself.”

“Fuck.” Adore nodded, completely understanding this girl’s pain. She tossed back the last of her drink, then slammed the glass back down onto the bar, thinking that they may as well have some fun. “Fuck it. Do you wanna dance?”

“Sure!” Alaska said, a beautiful smile blooming on her face.

It wasn’t until they were on the dance floor, Adore’s hands circling Alaska’s waist, that she began to feel how tipsy she was. She hadn’t intended to drink, and certainly not to this point, but here she was. Thankfully, Adore didn’t seem to mind supporting her weight.

She leaned in close, mouth right up against Alaska’s ear, and said, “Your friend is a dumbass.”

Alaska giggled. “Thanks, I think?”

“I’m serious! You’re totally hot.”

“Shut up.”

“Fuck you, I will not!” Adore held her tighter. “Is she here?”

Alaska glanced to the side of the room, where Jinkx was laughing with someone. She nodded.

“Wanna make her jealous?”

“How are we gonna–” Alaska was cut off by Adore’s soft, warm mouth against hers, plush lips pressed to hers, hands pulling her closer. After her initial surprise, she relaxed into the kiss, winding her fingers in Adore’s long, messy red hair and opening her mouth, letting her tongue inside. It had been so long, and she maybe responded a little too ardently. Maybe let it go on a little too long. Maybe pressed against her too hard…but damn, she felt good.

Adore pulled her head back, grinning wickedly, and whispered, “Is she looking?”

“Is…what…oh, shit.” Alaska suddenly remembered what she was doing and glanced to the side without moving her head. “Yeah, she’s looking,” she answered softly.

Adore kissed her again, sliding her hands down to her ass. Alaska’s heart raced and she whimpered slightly. Adore released her again and winked. “Happy New Year,” she said, sauntering away.

Alaska brought a hand to her mouth, watching her walk away with a slightly dazed expression. She caught Jinkx’s eye for a split second and then looked away, blushing.

***

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before-we-get-started · 4 years ago

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Summary: Colin Shea and his band Rock the Cradle are finally making it big - until something unexpected happens. When he meets a girl that makes him reconsider his player ways, he thinks his life may be coming together, until she blows it apart.

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please do not read if you are underage. I do not own the character of Colin Shea; the rest are my original characters. By reading beyond this point, you understand the disclaimers as posted.

Chapter Four

Cori’s dad set down the last box on the kitchen counter. She couldn’t believe she was finally moving into a new apartment.

“This is it kiddo,” he said, wrapping her up in a hug. She smiled into his shoulder and hugged him back.

“Thank you so much Daddy.” She watched her father’s face spread into a smile.

“Corinne, I can’t tell you how happy we are for you. You’re getting a fresh start. The world is your oyster, you know.”

She wrinkled up her nose. “I hate oysters,” she said with a giggle.

“Well, you never know, there might be a beautiful pearl inside.” He kissed her on the forehead.

Cori walked him to the door, the daunting task of unpacking ahead of her. She opened the door to see him off and stopped in her tracks. Directly across the hall at apartment 6A, a guy clad only in flowered boxers had a blonde in a tight embrace, kissing her passionately. She pulled away from the guy and said goodbye.

“Bye April,” the guy said with a wave.

“Annie.” There was irritation in her voice.

“Annie, right. Bye Annie.”

As the blonde huffed down the stairs, Cori got a good look at her new neighbor. Tall, fit, a bad case of bedhead but adorable. His upper body was chiseled muscle, his legs long and sexy. He suddenly realized she was standing in her door and gave her the once-over. He licked his lips as he admired her in her jeans, tight Red Sox t-shirt and bare feet. “Well, well, well,” he said, walking around the bannister towards her. “Helloooo 6C.”

Cori smirked at him, crossing her arms without realizing it, protecting herself. “Hello.”

He prowled toward her like a cat stalking a mouse. “And what is your name? And how did I get so lucky?”

Just as he approached, her dad stepped out the door.

“Her name is Corinne. And unless you want to press that luck, I suggest you make a U-turn and go back to your apartment.”

Colin��s eyes were wide, a startled look on his face, but he recovered quickly.

“Well hey Corinne, welcome. I’m Colin, Colin Shea, from across the hall in 6A. I’m the official welcome party for the building. Just wanted to say hi.”

“Do you always welcome new neighbors in your boxers?” said her dad.

Colin looked down, as if he’d forgotten he was barely dressed. “Ah, that, well, I wasn’t sure when I’d get a chance to say welcome, thought I better seize the moment.”

“The moment after you couldn’t remember the name of the girl you just slept with?” said Cori, not sure where she got the nerve.

Colin gave a smile, shaking his head. “Ok, I know when I’m beat. It really was nice meeting you Corinne. I promise I’m a good neighbor.”

“Be neighborly and keep your distance,” said her dad with a smirk.

“Dad,” Cori hissed. “Don’t mind him, he’s just an overprotective dad. And everyone calls me Cori.”

Colin visibly relaxed, walking backwards towards his door. “Cori it is. Talk to you later Cori.” He gave her a little salute and disappeared into his apartment.

“Oh brother,” said her dad, “now I have to worry about that guy.”

Cori laughed. “No you don’t Daddy, I’ll be fine. This is a nice building, don’t worry.”

He pulled her into a warm embrace. “Your mother will call and check on you later.” With that, he made his way down the stairs.

She stared over at 6A’s door. She was still trying to register the gorgeous Welcome Wagon across the hall. Those long muscular legs, defined pecs and a six pack, biceps for days, blonde hair and blue eyes, absolute pure sexiness, and quite evidently a heap of trouble. Her heart fluttered a little. There were lots of reasons to love this new apartment.

She’d given herself the weekend to unpack and get the apartment set up. She was finding it easier each day to look forward. The disappointment of losing her fiancée and being betrayed by her best friend was still there, but she’d managed to push it away. The experience she’d had when she’d flatlined was always at the surface but she’d always had an active imagination and was a romantic at heart. Instead of seeing a light when she passed, she guessed she’d seen a hottie by the ocean. She smiled at the memory, tucked away in her heart. She owed that guy big time, even if he didn’t exist.

She’d run downstairs to throw some boxes in the recycler and met another neighbor, a chatty girl named Cathy who invited her to a party. “It’s so nice out, we’re taking advantage of the rooftop deck. Come and join us, you can meet some more of your new neighbors. Seven o’clock, bring something to share that we can nibble on. Drinks are provided.”

Cori had thought all afternoon about it and decided what the heck, she had to start somewhere. She was still putting clothes away but found her favorite shirt, a pullover with tiny bright flowers on a black background and a deep V neckline trimmed in lace with lace-trimmed bell sleeves and her favorite black capris. She pulled her chestnut curls up into a ponytail and lightly applied makeup, squirting her favorite perfume in the air in front of her and walking through. She slipped on black flats and because she was still unpacking her kitchen, pulled a bottle of wine from a box and headed to the stairs to the roof.

As she opened the door, a warm breeze hit her. She could hear light conversation and laughter, the sun just beginning to set. String lights with Edison bulbs were strung from a large brick chimney that rose from the roof to a canopy set up nearby. Folding chairs and an old couch sat under the lights, along with a long table holding chips, dip and other finger foods. A large cooler sat next to the table.

Cori approached the group slowly. Suddenly she was regretting her decision. It would’ve been so much easier to just order a pizza and finish unpacking.

“Cori!” Cathy from the trash room was waving at her. She shyly walked over to her.

“Everyone, this is Cori. She just moved in to 6C. Please make her welcome!”

Her new neighbors took turns approaching her with warm greetings. One offered to get her a drink, taking the bottle of wine to go with the others. Each introduced themselves with a name and apartment number. They were all ages, and all very friendly.

“I just moved in as well, 4B. It’s nice to meet you,” said a nerdy looking guy in khakis and a button down with glasses. Cori shook his hand.

From behind, she felt a hand on her lower back. She turned and found herself face to face with sexy 6A, her underwear clad neighbor from moving day. At some point he’d gotten dressed – disappointing.

“Hey,” he said with that incredible smile.

“Hey,” she squeaked out.

“Now how didn’t I know you already met Colin,” said Cathy, laughing, and the group chimed in, cajoling Mr. Sexy.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, his face turning pink. “Can I help it if I’m friendly?”

“Friendly. Is that what they call it now?” said an older man with a laugh. He patted Colin on the back.

“Colin is our resident Casanova,” said another female resident, probably in her 30s. She gave him a bit of an eye roll and Cori wondered if they had a history.

“We met the day I moved in. He was saying goodbye to his girlfriend.”

There was a moment of silence, followed by raucous laughter.

“Girlfriend, that’s a good one,” the older man said, bending over he was laughing so hard.

Colin chuckled. “Hey, you don’t buy the first shirt you pull from the rack. You gotta try them on first, right? Gotta find the right fit.” There was a collective groan among the other tenants with a few giggles (mostly from the men).

Cori smiled. So he was too good to be true. Nothing that looked that good could be good for you. She’d guessed right.

“Cori, don’t let them get to you. I’m a heckuva nice guy. I look forward to being your neighbor.” He reached down and pulled her hand to him, kissing the back of it. Catcalls came from every direction.

“Don’t drink that Kool Aid Cori, you’ll be sorry.” It was the bitter lady from earlier. Yep, they definitely have a history.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful neighbor,” she said with a smile, and he returned it. Man, was this guy trouble.

She learned everyone’s name and they told her a little about themselves. She shared that she was starting a new job and had moved from her parents’ home, leaving out the part about getting cheated on, stepping into the path of a moving car and being brought back to life in a weird dream by a kiss from a hot guy that doesn’t exist. That might be a bit much for a first intro. Everyone was super friendly and welcoming. She enjoyed some food and chatted with her new neighbors.

“So, tell me about this new job.” Colin plopped down next to her on the couch where she sat. He casually slipped his arm behind her on the cushions.

She stiffened a little and sat forward. “I’ll be the personal assistant to a family friend in the city. Running errands, shopping, and helping her with a book that she’s writing. She also has a foundation so I’ll help her with fundraising events. That’s kind of my specialty.”

She made eye contact with him and was struck by his eyes – so blue. “Well, that sounds great,” he said, sounding only a little interested.

“What do you do?”

“I’m in a band. We play some of the bars here in the city.”

She smiled. Hmm, t-shirt and cargo shorts, Chucks with no socks, spikey hair, eating appetizers with no abandon – yep, definitely a starving musician.

“Cool, are you a cover band?”

“We do play some covers but we do a lot of original songs too. Got discovered by a label but something came up and we lost the chance to audition, but another shot will come along.”

“Wow, must’ve been something big to miss something like an audition for a record label.”

He pulled his arm from behind her and rubbed the back of his neck, the smile leaving his face. “Yeah, it sucked. But I refuse to believe it was our only shot. We’re too good not to get noticed.”

“Well, maybe what you lost with bad luck you can gain with confidence,” she said, a little snarky.

“Exactly! That’s the positive attitude I’m talking about!” He raised his hand to give her a high five and when their hands touched, a shock went through both of them. They both jumped. Cori felt heat flood her neck and face.

“Did I do that?” he said, staring at his hand.

“I don’t know, but if you did, that hand could light up the city,” she laughed.

He rubbed his hand. “What can I say, you turn me on.”

She groaned. “Really? Did you just say that?” They both laughed out loud.

She spent a little while longer, then said her goodbyes and made her way to the stairs. A girl was standing at Colin’s door, knocking and calling for him.

“He’s on the roof,” she said as she passed her.

“Oh,” said the girl, as Cori walked into her apartment.

After pouring herself a glass of wine and grabbing some cheese and crackers, she set about unpacking some more. She’d turned on some background music and was enjoying reminiscing over pictures and albums she was putting away. Things were great until she opened an unmarked album and was suddenly face-to-face with Matthew. Hikes they’d made, college parties, birthdays, nights out with friends – it was all there. She slowly paged through the photos and was overcome with sadness. The tears pooled and fell. She hadn’t healed at all. It was all as fresh as the night before her wedding.

There was a soft knock at her door. Probably chatty Cathy checking up on her. She closed the album and dabbed the tears from her eyes and headed towards the door. She wasn’t up for company so she cleared her throat and said softly, “Who is it?”

There was a pause, then softly, “Hey, it’s Colin.”

Shit. Now was not the time. “Hey Colin, I was headed to bed, can I catch up with you later?”

Another pause. “Uh, yeah, ok. I have something for you – no big deal. Good night.”

She undid all the locks but the chain and pulled the door open enough to peek out. She caught a look at him from behind – those long legs and a perfect round ass in just-right jeans. His hair came down to a little V on his neckline. The sound of the door made him turn. He was holding a cupcake in a blue cup with a daisy icing flower on top. He stepped toward the door and extended the cupcake to her. “For you,” he said with that crooked smile. His voice was deep and smooth as velvet. “I wanted to make sure you were ok after that electric high five.”

She felt like she might melt. His voice was so sexy, and those blue eyes. She couldn’t help it – every time she saw him, it took her breath away.

“Hold on.” She pushed the door closed and undid the chain, re-opening it a little more. She reached out and he came closer, handing her the cupcake.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

He studied her for a bit. She looked sad, as if maybe she’d been crying.

“You’re welcome. Look, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I know everyone was joking around up there – well, maybe kind of joking – but I really am a good neighbor. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. I’ll look out for you. Ok?”

She smiled, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Ok. Thank you Colin. I mean it.”

He shook his head and smile broadly. “Good night Cori. I’ll see you around.”

“Good night.”

She went back inside after locking the door, set the cupcake down on the table and walked straight to her bed. She was suddenly exhausted. She was awkward and broken and no fun. The hottest guy she’d ever met was entertaining all kinds of girls across the hall and she probably wouldn’t be one of them. Some fresh start this was.

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lovely-ateez · 4 years ago

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Ice Cream Pt. 2~

ꕥPosted: 9/23/20

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Seonghwa

ꕥWord Count: ~2k

ꕥWarnings: Oral (f recieving), Unprotected sex (sort of, reader is on the pill), Reader has a thing for being teased, Praise (are we even surprised at this point), Language, Size kink if you squint

ꕥA/N: I hope you all enjoy this one! I’m going to make this a five part series and I’m really excited to write the rest!! I’ll be posting part three on Saturday! You can read the first one here. Happy Wednesday everyone :)

Pt. 3 here~

Your POV

I read over the words on my screen for likely the twentieth time, trying to come up with a solid response. Any response at all, really, that didn’t sound completely ridiculous.

[Choco Boi] Those are big words, doll. How about you come see for yourself how good I am?

Choco Boi—or Seonghwa, as I affectionately named him in my phone—had been bragging to me about how good of a cook he was for the past hour. So I, in all my infinite wisdom, told him I was an incredible chef. I mean I wasn’t necessarily a bad cook, but I certainly wasn’t Gordon Ramsey. And now, I he was inviting me to his home for us to cook together.

My fingers were hovering over the keyboard of my phone when I received another text from him.

[Choco Boi] No pressure tho, only if you want to :)

[Me] That’s okay! I’d like to. Maybe the 6th?

Surely someone can learn to cook in a week, right?

[Choco Boi] Sure. I’ll pick you up at 5?

[Me] Sounds good :))

With a sigh I set my phone down on my night stand, tucking myself into bed. I had work the next morning and I knew I should be getting some sleep but my thoughts continued to drift back to Seonghwa.

Two weeks had passed since we first met and there wasn’t a day that passed that we didn’t text, FaceTime, or call each other.

I couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He was just so...alluring. He had the most precious mannerisms and I felt like I melted everytime he smiled. Especially when it was because of me.

I recalled the first official date we went on. He took me to a gorgeous restaurant I had never heard of. I teased myself for being so nervous because conversation flowed so easily with him. We held hands nearly the entire time as Seonghwa pretended to know all the foreign dishes and everything about them, making up the most ridiculous stories as he went along. I smiled and laughed with him to the point I had tears in my eyes.

I remember so clearly when he drove me home and we ended up making out in his car for an hour, the fat raindrops pounding on his car. It wasn’t intentional, at least on my part, but god if my feelings weren’t strong before, they certainly were now. The cologne he was wearing was no doubt expensive and he looked so heavenly in his blue button-up shirt with the rolled up sleeves exposing his forearms, his silver watch on display. I wouldn’t have been surprised if my eyes were literally forming hearts when I looked at him. I felt comforted that his eyes reflected the look in mine.

Closing my eyes I gradually lulled myself to sleep, but not without thinking of him as I did.

The next day passed relatively quickly, and I felt slightly anxious about meeting with Seonghwa. I knew he wouldn’t instantly lose interest if I wasn’t a good cook, but I still wanted to impress him.

Setting down all of my groceries with a thud, I let out a sigh. I was pretty confident I bought half of the store’s cooking materials. Seonghwa refused to tell me what we were making so I wanted to make sure I got all the basics down. I had no problem with baking and I was certain I would be fine if we ended up making cookies, brownies, or something similar.

I just wasn’t too sure about...well, essentially everything else. So I spent my week trying new recipes and failing, trying them again and still failing but less so. I couldn’t help but feel frustrated, still not completely sure of what I was doing wrong.

I spent most nights cooking, trying to get the hang of beginner and intermediate dishes. Only a few actually turned out okay, but honestly it was better than where I started, and time was running out so I just had to accept it.

The day finally approached and I did everything possible to calm my nerves. As the clock ticked closer to five, I checked my outfit again. My favorite long sleeved shirt was tucked into a pair of slightly ripped shorts that tightly hugged my thighs. Simple pearls rested on my ears. I didn’t want anything too dramatic or revealing, especially since we’re only planning to cook.

Looking good girl. You can do this. Just remember to breathe and it’ll all be alright.

The doorbell shook me from my thoughts.

“Coming!”

As I opened the door I saw Seonghwa holding a bouquet of roses, a loving smile on his face. My heart grew at the sight. He made me feel so cared for.

“There are for you, doll.”

I pushed the flowers aside and kissed him, jumping into his arms. “I’m so excited! It’s so good to see you!”

He laughed. “It’s good to see you, too.”

I took the flowers from his hands and welcomed him into my house, placing them in a jar.

“They’re gorgeous. Thank you again, Seonghwa.”

“No problem. You ready? My car is parked out front.”

I nodded, biting my lip. “I’m ready.”

Seonghwa’s POV

As we climbed into my car she spoke, her voice a little small, “So what are we making, Hwa?”

I smiled at the nickname she hadn’t used since the last time I saw her in person. “Well, love, today we’ll be making soufflé. That should be no problem with you right? You are an incredible chef, after all.”

A flash of fear shone through her eyes before she made a feeble attempt to suppress it. It was almost comical.

“Duh, of course.”

I smiled to myself. I doubted she’d made anything more complex than cookies but I was curious to see how far she was willing to take this.

My house wasn’t too far from hers so it took maybe ten minutes before we were at my house. I knew she’d never been to my home before and hoped she wasn’t too nervous.

I wouldn’t admit it, but I was more nervous than I led on. I’d brought a few girls to my place, but I didn’t have the instant connection with them that I did with her. She was special to me, as cliché as it sounds.

“Your house is pretty.” She said with big eyes.

I smiled, “Thank you.”

I held the door open as she walked in, and she instantly let out a gasp. It scared me, thinking something was wrong until I saw her run over to a little plant sitting on my windowsill.

“It’s so cute! Does it have a name?”

“Uh...can’t say it does. You name plants?”

She scoffed, “Of course! Frankly I’m appalled that you don’t.”

I watched as her eyes squinted, carefully examining the plant.

God she looks adorable. She’s literally just fawning over a plant and my heart is pounding. What are you doing to me, sweetheart?

“I think it looks like a Unice.”

“Unice?”

“Yeah! I can’t explain it but it looks like a Unice.”

“Fair enough. Let’s head to the kitchen, I’ve got everything set up already.”

She nodded and waved goodbye to the plant.

“Bye Unice!”

I couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“So I know how to—of course—but you know I just want to see if you know how to make a soufflé so you should probably explain it.” She batted her eyelashes.

I raised a hand to my chin. “Actually, I’m not quite sure, now that you mention it. I could probably use a refresher. Would you mind telling me?”

“Uhhh...”

I laughed at her stunned appearance. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a recipe.”

The woman giggled like a child, likely out of nerves.

“Good.”

“So first I need you to grab some milk and butter from the fridge.” I told her while preheating the oven.

“Okay!” She opened the fridge, “Oh my gosh you have chocolate covered strawberries? What are those for?”

You.

“I have a sweet tooth. You can have some if you’d like.”

“No, that’s okay. I don’t wanna steal your food.”

“I don’t mind. They’re there if you want some.”

“Aw thanks.”

Everything went smoothly and I was surprised that she was doing so well. Soufflés weren’t easy to make for beginners and I was happy to see her trying.

That was until she started to stir the egg whites and accidentally knocked over the bag of flour sitting next to her.

“Okay I give.” Her brows furrowed as she threw her hands up in defeat, “I’m not the best at making food and I don’t know what I’m doing.”

I glanced at the powder covering her clothes and pressed my lips together to hide my smile.

“You don’t say?”

She cracked a slight smile, despite her best efforts to remain serious. “I’m trying, okay?”

I walked over to her and tilted my head down to look at her tiny frame.

“You’re so cute.”

Her eyes widened and she buried her face in her hands almost immediately, whining at me not to say such things.

You have no idea how endearing you are to me, darling.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

I gently removed her hands from her face and was greeted with a cherry blush forming on her cheeks. Just like when I first saw her, it was so easy to make her blush. I seemed to grow more and more fond of her flustered state every time I saw it.

Tucking a few fingers under her chin, I leaned down to kiss her soft lips. She tasted of the chocolate covered strawberries I saw her eating earlier when she thought I wasn’t looking and smelled of floral perfume. It was an intoxicating combination.

I smiled against the kiss when I felt her melt into my touch. Kissing her harder I ran my hands down her back, unintentionally playing with the hem of her shirt. I didn’t have any intention of taking things further. I was more than willing to take my time with her. I wanted her to be comfortable more than anything.

And then she whimpered into the kiss. I felt myself twitch in my jeans at the noise. She sounded so beautiful and everything in me craved to hear it again. I broke from the kiss and ran my lips down the side of her neck, taking my time to see how she reacted. She leaned into my touch and began to pant heavily, gripping onto my biceps.

I heard a breathless whisper of my name fall from her lips and it spurred me on. I gradually led her back up against the island in my kitchen and pinned her in place with my arms on either side of her, pressing on the granite. I littered her neck with kisses, paying close attention to the areas that were most sensitive to her.

Before I got ahead of myself I drew back to tell her we should stop. I didn’t know how far she wanted to go and I didn’t want her to think that I was only after her for sex. And so, I told her as such.

Her hazy lust-filled eyes darkened. “I don’t think you’re that type of guy. I want this if you do.”

“Wait! The oven!” Her eyes grew.

“Oh shit you’re right.”

I ran to turn off the oven and wordlessly picked her up, letting her legs wrap around my waist. All I saw was desire in her eyes. I led her to my bedroom and set her down on the soft sheets of my bed.

“Let’s find out what you’re into, sweetheart.”

She giggled and grabbed my shirt, forcing her lips against mine.

“Why don’t I show you?”

Your POV

I felt the fanning of his hot breath on my skin and I shivered, temporarily forgetting how to speak.

“Shirt off.” I demanded.

Seonghwa raised a brow but complied. When his shirt came off I couldn’t help but stare, practically drooling at the look of him. Without thinking I reached out to run my fingers along his abs.

“Damn. You’re really attractive.” I could barely speak above a whisper.

“And you look absolutely stunning, my darling.”

He quickly removed my shorts, leaving my black lacy panties exposed. His eyes devoured me, and any dominant feelings I had within quickly disappeared. His hands ran up and down my thighs and made the warmth inside me spread.

“Tease me please.” I begged.

“Oh,” his mouth quirked into a smile, “You’re one of those, huh?”

“Shush. I don’t need—ah fuck.”

Seonghwa’s fingers danced across my clothed clit and I arched my back off the bed. His fingers were gone as quickly as they first appeared. I couldn’t help but groan at the lack of contact, but I loved it. He continued this a few more times before my whines became much louder. His lips met mine in a heated kiss and I felt his fingers tickling my sides.

“Seonghwa!” I spoke through uncontrolled giggles.

I kissed him even harder as he continued and tried to catch my breath through the sensation.

He stopped and I wiggled under his stare, feeling so, so small.

“It’s your turn now. Shirt off.” Normally I would have been embarrassed with how quickly I removed my shirt and how eager I likely appeared, but the wetness I felt between my thighs was growing quickly and I needed release.

“Good girl.” Seonghwa removed my panties at an almost painfully slow speed and when he finally did, he tossed them aimlessly behind him. He raised my legs over his shoulders and I shuddered as his mouth slowly approached where I so badly needed him.

“So wet for me already and I’ve barely touched you.” His voice dropped several octaves and I whimpered.

My head fell back as I felt a few kitten licks on my clit. When I didn’t feel anything more, I looked back at him to be met with a shit-eating grin.

“Seonghwa!” My voice sounded so needy I barely recognized it.

“What? I thought you liked to be teased.”

“Well yes but actually no.” I joked, “Not when I need you this bad.”

“Hmm.” Was all the response I got before he went back to running his tongue along my clit and opening.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” I chanted as he picked up the pace, slowly entering a few fingers in me.

“I didn’t realize you had such a vulgar mouth, doll.”

If I had the ability to process any of what he just said I’m sure I would have had some retort ready, but in all honesty I couldn’t think about anything else except the stimulation that I was feeling.

I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching and I had no doubt that he knew it too. My hands found his hair and gripped onto his dark locks.

“Seonghwa! Oh my god please don’t stop.”

Then, the bastard stopped. I groaned and bucked my hips up, desperate for anything.

“Patience is a virtue, you know.”

“Fuck off.”

He let out a hearty laugh and reached to his nightstand. I grabbed his face and made him look at me.

“I’m on the pill, don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? Like really sure?”

“Yes yes I’m sure. Please, Seonghwa.”

He quickly discarded his clothes as I removed my bra, his eyes quickly darkening.

“Tell me if you want to stop at any time, okay?” Even though I could tell how bad he wanted this, his eyes were kind, putting me first.

I really found a good man. It’s too early to say I’m falling for him, but I definitely can see myself loving him.

“I will.”

He let out a low groan as he entered me and I clenched around him, loving the sound.

“Fuck. Don’t do that.” He warned.

“Do what?” I asked with a smirk, promptly repeating the action.

He groaned again, “Babe I’m trying to last for a while here and you’re not making it easy.”

I bit my lip, pleased at his response, when he quickly thrusted into me. I moaned, my breath leaving me.

“Not so talkative now, hmm?”

I didn’t have the ability to respond and simply grasped his face to pull him into a kiss as he continued his movements.

“You’re making me feel so good, babe.”

“Same...here.”

My legs were shaking and I closed my eyes, not being able to keep them open any longer.

A deep voice called out to me, “Hey. Hey look at me.”

Fighting my urges to close my eyes I made eye contact with him. A sweet look was conveyed by his eyes, starkly contrasting the fact that we were literally having sex.

“You look gorgeous.”

My face turned pink and in response Seonghwa kissed both of my cheeks, leading down to my neck.

“Hwa, I’m close.”

A dazzling smile lit up his face at what I assume was the nickname.

“Me too.”

With a few more thrusts I was shaking, cumming around him. He let out a low growl releasing slightly after me.

Both of us remained still, trying to catch our breath.

“Same time next week, love?”

“Seonghwa oh my god!” He laughed along with me.

“Honestly,” I thought aloud, “Sure.”

He slowly pulled out of me and grabbed a warm towel from his bathroom, cleaning me up.

“I didn’t necessarily plan this to happen, but I was planning on asking you at the end of today anyway: Would you want to be my girlfriend? Maybe?”

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

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zombierocker17 · 5 years ago

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Harry is drunk and needy on his birthday, Harry Styles Imagine (Smut)

(Hi my lovelies, been about 2 weeks (Im sorry). I'm back at writing, It's was recently Harry's birthday!!. So I decided on a special imagine. Drunk Harry, but also needy Harry. Enjoy- Briana ♥️)

(Teasing, Handcuffs, Dominating over Harry)

The early evening of February 1st, Harry's birthday. Harry was eager to go out tonight, instead of his more recent big fancy floral or printed suits he wore a more romantic looking suit. A more tame look, his hair done nicely. A white dress shirt, unbuttoned of course. And a black blazer paired with black dress pants. Adorning his neck a loose black tie hangs.

You watched him put on each price of clothing, the silky tie dragging against his lightly tanned skin. Recently trimmed hair falling into his face as he leaned down to tie his shoes. His long fingers gripped the laces with ease. The rings on his fingers complimenting his outifit perfectly .

Your wearing a long sleeve grey dress top, with a pair of his pearls around your neck. Some tight black pants and some sparkly black heels. It was casual but fancy enough for Harry's birthday dinner. He certainly enjoyed anything you wore. Especially if you where wearing his clothes.

The dinner started in a restaurant for dinner with his family and some friends. Then dwindled down to a few friends, and Gemma. Harry had been saying all week how we was going to get completely wasted for his birthday. And you believed him.

It was a romantic fun evening, Sitting on some dark blue velvet barstools, you where deep in a conversation with Gemma. "And then Harry starts running around the house in my training bra!" she giggles talking about Harry and hers childhood. You giggle trying to imagine younger Harry in the bra running around. "That sound like something he would do. I mean yesterday Harry tried on a pair of my earnings, he was like 'Y/N do you think these would look nice with my sparkly nave blue suit?'. " you say imitating his voice, while giggling.

"That definately sounds like my brother" she drags the sentence as she looks past your head, looking behind you. She laughs covering her mouth with her hand. You turn around seeing somthing you didn't expect.

His blazer off , hair slightly messy. His dress shirt hanging on by a few buttons. He was dancing to the music stumbleing over to you an Gemma. You had only seen Harry drunk one other time, except last time it was early in the night. He was only tipsy that time, kinda silly, loud reminded you of regular Louis.

"Heeeyy baabbe!!" His voice slurred, his long ringed fingers wrap around your waist with a very tight grip. "Hi-ya H !" You say pecking his cheek. "What are you babes talkin about?" He says.

You giggle, "Did you just call your sister a 'babe' ?" You ask. "Mm yeah. She's gorgeous, I mean she's related to me after all!" He says running his fingers through his hair you thought 'there it is'. His whole 'all about him' drunk quality. It was cute and silly but it was Harry.

He walks behind you holding onto your shoulders. His lower half was now pressed against your back, he places his chin on your head resting it there. He presses he crotch against your bottom, your body tenses up at the feeling. He has a boner, and he is pressing it right against you.

He says loudly near your ear "Baabee, I neeeed you pweease" he begs. Gemma has left already, she left the moment Harry placed his head on top of yours. She knew you two would want to talk. He turns your swivel bar stool around to face him. " I neeeed you now. Can wee pweease leave?" He asks again pouting his bottom lip. Gosh, you just wanted to bite at it.

Harry is definelty the dominating one in the bedroom, but sometimes he absolutely loves it when you in charge. And judging by the way he's acting that's how you assumed tonight was going to end.

You look at his glazed over sparkling green eyes. They are practically calling to your soul to take him home. You give in knowing he would only be whiny if you didn't .

"Fine! Let's get going my needy little 26 year old." You say grabbing your things and rubbing your hand against his soft chin and jawline. He smiles and wraps his arm around your waist pulling you close. Heading out to the car you notice Harry able to walk a little smoother. Clearly his drunkenness leaveing him and being replaced with pure lust and need for you.

He helped you into the car taking into account you where still wearing your heels. Both you and Harry sat in the back seats of the car. This car had some things similar to a limo, the little window that can be rolled up for privacy from the driver. Large black leather seats for two people to sit on. And a small compartment for storage.

"Home please Tanner, and hurry please" Harry says to the nodding driver before rolling up the little window.

"Someone is needy" you say chuckling a little bit at Harry. His hand immediately takes a very strong grip on your leg. "Very needy" you say under your gasp from the sudden grip on your leg.

"On-top of me please" Harry begs a small whimper in his tone. You obey his orders taking into account he used the word 'Please' , instead of being to rough or forceful.

You climb on top of him straddling him both your legs on either side of his waist. As soon as you get comfortable on his lap you feel his boner against the area he craves. Grinding on him you earn a moan from his alcohol stained lips. It motivates you to keep moving, you grind harder agaisnt him his head tilts back enjoying the teaseing.

"I've been wanting this all evening, ever since I first saw you wearing these tight pants" he says sliding his hands up your thighs and wrapping around your waist landing on your ass. He gives it a quick spank, resulting in you breathing out a sound between a whine of pain and a moan of pleasure.

He smiles at your reaction. "Keep grinding Y/N please felt s'perfect" he begs. You continue to grind against him moaning at how hard he was under the layers of fabric.

You could feel yourself getting slightly wet at the feeling. Harry still holding onto your waist pulls you closer taking you into a very heated makeout session. Tasting the sour flavour off Harry's lips was giving you all the motivation to keep grinding.

At this point your both grinding against eachother your hands are tangled in his hair. His ringed fingers clawing at your back. Your both complelty enjoying eachother until the car stops. The small green light near the dividing window lights up, indicating you have arrived.

You waste no time in pulling Harry inside the house. Passionately nipping at his neck leaving several love bites that will surely be all over the news the next few days. Stopping at every corner, wall or landing up the way to your shared bedroom. Every stop removing another piece of clothing from each other.

Until you finally reach the bedroom, leaving you in your bra and panties, and Harry in only his boxers and loose hanging tie.

"Lay on the bed arms up" you command at Harry. He does as he is told, he lays on the dark red wine colored bedsheets, lifting his arms up to the bed frame. You open the bottom bedside table drawer pulling out the metal handcuffs. Harry blushes knowing tonight is going to be long, but enjoyable.

You take one of the cuffs placing his wrist into it clasping it closed not too tight but tight enough. The wrapping the chain around the bedframe and doing the same to his other wrist. He was completely stuck there until you where to unlock him.

"Well hello there" you say rubbing his cock through his now very tight black boxers. You teasingly climb on to the bed inbetween his flat spread legs. His perfect green eyes never leave you. Your rubbing on him gets stronger earning a groan out of his perfect pink lips.

"Oh look at this" you say pulling off his boxers. His cock springs free standing straight up. "Look at how perfectly hard you are H" you lightly pull his cock to one side and let go watching it swing then stand straight up again. He groans again, "Y/N do somthing. Anything please,I need you."

You wrap your fingers around his cock, admiring how your small hand barley wraps around his cock. The veins that run up the sides of his cock, each and every bump and ridge. Every perfect detail turned you on, feeling the wetness soaking your panties. You decided against what's left of your clothing. You remove them sliding each peice off seductively.

You climb on top of him , rubbing your wet folds along his cock. His breathing hitches at the contact. "Y/N C'mon please do somthing" he begs. You give in, sliding into his cock all the way. His throat releases a low growl-like moan. "Fuckin 'ell, so tight babe" he groans out.

You use his chest to help you bounce up and down, placing your hands just below his collarbone bird tattoos. Your both moaning at the speed, Harry helps you by thrusting lightly up into you. Letting you do most of the work for now. You start picking up speed more going much faster. You moan at the sound of your asking hitting eachother.

"Y/N you feel amazing." He says closing his eyes as pleasure waves over him. You lean forward and unlock his cuffs. You want him fucking you.

As soon as his hands are free, he takes your hips in his hands with a very tight grip as he thrusts into you hard. "Oh Harry. Faster please. I'm getting close baby" you yell through various moans. He reaches towards your clit, rubbing fast circles helping you through your orgasm.

"Shit.... That was hot babe" he says laying you down on the bed. He places your legs on his shoulders as he slides his cock back in your leaking cunt. "Oh fuck, Harry. That feels great. You feel so big right now" you moan arching your back. "You feel incredible at this angle Y/N your little cunt is squeezing my cock so well." He says thrusting deeper and deeper into you.

He leans down to get even deeper into you, your legs still on his shoulders. His thrusts faster and faster, as you feel the warmth deep in your lower stomach growing. "Harry I'm close baby" you warn. "Mm'to baby, together? " He asks. You nod feeling the tingly feeling get stronger.

"..3..." He kisses you, his thrusts getting very sloppy but still hitting every place you need.

"..2.." he rubs your clit harder making circles.

"..1.. cum babe. I'm cumming".

You both help eachother ride out your orgasms. Both panting lying next to each other. "Happy birthday H" you say kissing his nose. You watch that perfect smile grow on his face. "Thank you darling" he kisses your cheek as you both drift off to sleep.

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confusednarcissistwrites · 5 years ago

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Hotsy Totsy PT. 2 (T.C.)

Soooo obviously the posting schedule isn’t all I had planned 😅 I’m just going to start posting as I have them ready for you so I don’t put undue pressure on myself and procrastinate my life away lol

Enjoy!!

Stepping out of the wild club and into the cool of the summer night gave Timothée a dizzying sense of deja vu, sending an ache through his chest. Your name reverberated through his mind like a shout in a cave. His trembling hands reached up and ran through his hair as he fought to gain his bearings.

“Tim? What’s going on?” Nick’s brow was drawn together in concern as he followed his friend out into the alleyway. Timothée had always been a hard person to keep up with as he was very connected to his emotions. It often was stressful, but being so close to someone so eccentric was refreshing to Nick; he’d dealt with far too many fake people in his life.

Timothée’s hands fell, meeting his friend’s eyes. “That’s her, man. That’s the girl. That’s-

“Y/N,” they said in sync.

Suddenly, it clicked. Nick felt stupid for not putting the pieces together sooner. He’d known that you had attended college to study musical theater on your parents wealth and your gifted vocal talents, but he didn’t realize that it was the same college Timothée had attended there in New York; he hadn’t even known of the young actor at the time. There had only ever been murmurings of this girl Timothée had met before he’d been drafted, all of which were prompted by heavy alcohol consumption. He’d known her name was Y/N, but he didn’t ever think that it could be his Y/N. He’d only really known you when you were both small children through family events. A little surprised smile crept onto Nick’s face. “Well, this is perfect then! I can get you in to see her-”

“Are you insane? I can’t see her” Timmy interrupted as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He shook his head and anxiety filled his stomach, his arms locked tightly around his torso; there was just no way, not yet at least. He wasn’t prepared for that at all.

“Well, why not? Weren’t you two close?”

Timothée scoffed, turning away from Nick. “I just- I can’t even begin to explain this to you now. I’m going home.”

Nick felt that tug at him a bit. Timothée told him everything, sometimes to a degree that was uncomfortable. However, he continued to refuse to speak about you and what had caused all this tension between you. He stood and watched his best friend’s lanky form disappear around the corner, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

***

The next day, you woke up in your husband’s arms from dreams that made you wish you could sleep all day. Flashes of bouncing brunette curls and honey-pot eyes made you ache to your very soul. However, that was pushed to the back of your mind as James’ blue eyes blinked open, feeling you shift in his arms. “Hello, dollface,” he smiled, his voice rough with sleep and his stick-straight, black hair sticking his way and that, making you laugh softly.

“Good morning, Jamesy,” you smiled. Giggles escaped you as he began pressing tickling kisses along your neck before slipping out of bed and heading into the en suite bathroom in all his naked glory. He was handsome, charming, and a businessman, but now, it suddenly felt like something was missing. Perhaps there always had been. You stood, cursing yourself silently and pushing the corrosive thoughts away once again. You followed after him, slipping into your silky kimono before allowing your hands to snake around his middle while watching him carefully shave his face in the mirror.

“What’s gotten into you this morning?” he chuckled, feeling you press kisses along his shoulder.

“I just… miss you, sugar” you murmured, pressing your nearly naked body against his. This made it obvious to you when he tensed up, rejecting your touches.

“Sorry, toots, don’t have time to play. I’ve got to meet up with a new girl today.”

You cringed at his words, retracting from him to rest your back against the wall, your robe drawn tight and your arms crossed over your chest.

Seeing your face in the mirror, he quickly rephrased. “A new act, darling, a new act.” You just sighed and left the bathroom, a scowl on your face. He didn’t make it any easier for you to pretend you weren’t still thinking about the night before.

***

Nick hung up the phone and stood, slipping on his jacket.

“Where are you headed? Don’t tell me you’re still out chasing that bearcat, are you?” Timothée questioned, a tired but teasing look on his face. He sat cross legged on the floor with his shirt sleeves cuffed up to his elbows and his hair disheveled as he read over a new script. A hundred fine, luxury options for seating in his home, and yet he chose the rug next to the fireplace every time. Nick had never seen him look quite so aged.

Nick laughed, shaking his head. “Mildred? I’m afraid she’s engaged to marry next weekend,” he said in a bittersweet tone.

“Ah,” Tim replied awkwardly. “Don’t worry about it, Nick. You’ll find her soon.”

However, his girl problems were far from the first thing on Nick’s mind. He had just received a call informing him that he was invited to join his cousin for lunch. Before Timothée could ask more questions, he gave him a curt nod and left the room, travelling down the long flight of stairs to the front door. Thoughts swirled in his mind as he hailed their driver. He figured you had seen him with Timothée the night before, and that was what had prompted your call. Perhaps he’d have better luck getting information out of you than he had with Timothée. He hopped into the backseat, relaying the address you’d given him to the driver, trying to put the pieces together.

Meanwhile, you were preparing for his arrival. You wore a simple shift dress with a long string of pearls and wave in your hair as you laid out on the loveseat.

“Why are you having him all the sudden? Hasn’t he lived in the city for awhile now?” Jordan asked, sitting down on the coffee table in front of you.

“Well... because I’m setting you two up, of course!” you replied with a teasing grin, feigning innocence. You weren’t sure if even you knew your true intentions behind having your cousin come to visit, if you were honest with yourself.

On cue, the doorbell sounded.

Nick was greeted by the butler who kindly welcomed him and escorted him into the parlor where you were chatting idly with Jordan. You sat up, peeking at him over the back of the sofa. “Cousin Nicky! Oh, you are so much taller than I remembered you! My goodness, just look at you! You are a real charmer now,” you beamed, making him blush and look at his shoes a bit.

“Oh, stop it, Y/N,” he grinned. You hopped up, hurrying over to him and enveloping him in a tight hug. Something about seeing him eased anxiety pinching in your chest. Nick grinned and hugged you back, relishing how familiar you were to him even after so long.

“Look at me? Look at you! You’re a star, darling,” he flattered, giving you a little spin and making you giggle. Nick felt the warm glow radiating off of you that always lured everyone in, making you so irresistible. However, unlike the others, he could also still see that little girl who had performed loud and proud to all their captive family members at every Sunday brunch. You’d always been a crowd pleaser, often to a fault.

Jordan cleared her throat a bit, reminding you of her presence. “Oh, yes! Nicky, this is my best gal, Jordan,” you said, gesturing to her. She approached Nick, allowing him to take her hand and press a gentle kiss against the back of it. Jordan was tall with an athletic build and an overwhelming aura of confidence. He had short, black hair that framed her sharp facial features, but warm eyes full of mischief. Nick was instantly intrigued and also incredibly intimidated.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she smiled, trying to play nice though it was hardly in her nature.

“The pleasure is mine,” Nick replied coolly, giving her his charming smile.

The afternoon was spent over tea and sandwiches and scones, the three sharing many laughs and stories, becoming acquainted with one another. The girls spoke of show biz while Nick expressed his newfound interest in writing.

However, you were all interrupted by the arrival of the man of the house. You stiffened a bit at first but quickly slipped back into yourself. “Darling, you’re home!” you cooed, hopping up and wrapping yourself around his arm.

James grinned, giving you a little spin, completely opposite of his attitude that morning. “Hello, doll,” he hummed, pulling you to meet his lips.

Nick tried to hide his shock and sipped his tea. He felt silly for thinking she lived in this big house alone, but he really hadn’t even considered a husband being in the picture. He took the man in as he stood to shake his hand; he was average height with a stocky gait and, though he was dressed as a businessman, he was clearly disheveled and smelled of alcohol. Jordan let out a little sigh at his presence before getting up and fixing a cocktail.

Nick struggled not to grimace as James took his hand, giving it a hardy shake. “You must be Nicky, my girl’s cousin. Nice to meet you. James Elliot is the name” he greeted.

“It’s just Nick, actually, but it’s nice to meet you too. I’m afraid I really should be going-“

“Oh don’t be ridiculous! You must stay for dinner,” you interjected, hoping he could sense your underlying tone.

Nick forced a little smile. “Alright, Y/N. I would hate to be a burden.”

The group gathered around the table making idle chat over a chicken dinner. You giggled over James’ every word and spoke as if everything was a shade of rose, nauseating Nick and Jordan who kept matching sideways glances at each other. It was as if you were playing a scripted role. About three quarters of the way through dinner, however, the phone rang from the parlor, silencing you in the middle of your story. Nick sensed tension settle over the table and watched curiously as James hopped up to answer it. He quirked a brow at Jordan, but she simply shrugged and sipped on her wine. You were quiet for the first time that evening, looking down at your food with sickness settling in your stomach. Nick could see that James was smiling into the phone before he hung up and returned to his place at the head of the table.

“Who was calling, James? It seems a bit late,” Jordan questioned.

“Oh, just business,” he replied nonchalantly.

The phone began to ring again.

You audibly sighed, giving James a look. Every night, it was the same game; only this was even more humiliating with your cousin there. You never asked because you didn��t want to know. Maybe because you already did. He placed a warning hand on your shoulder and squeezed as he brushed by to go answer the phone for the second time, making your hands shake.

As James left again, you stood, deciding you’d had enough. You stepped out onto the patio attached to the dining room and fought to breathe. The anxiety attacks had come for about as long as you could remember, but they’d recently evolved into near episodes. Your knuckles were white around the railing as you stared across the bay through tear-fogged eyes, trying to get a grip. You barely registered the sound of Nick stepping out onto the balcony with you.

“Y/N, are you alright? What’s wrong, darling?” He couldn’t help but feel protective over you despite all the time you’d spent away from each other.

You swallowed the knot in your throat, trying to focus enough to speak. “I think everything is pretty terrible, Nicky.”

He took your hand in his, his back against the railing as he faced you with pleading eyes. “Why do you say that?”

“I have everything. I found everything I wanted in life, but it’s never enough.” You continued to stare blankly out at the water. “I fight every day to stay ignorant, to be a beautiful fool. That’s the best thing a girl can be in this world.”

Nick watched you sadly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. Never could he have imagined the girl he’d seen on the stage the night before coming home to be the wilted flower before him. He gently tugged on your hand, pulling you into a hug. You relented, feeling some of the tension release from your chest as you exhaled against his shoulder. Nick was just as safe as you’d remembered.

***

After a few awkward, tension-filled goodbyes, Nick and Jordan were escorted out to their drivers.

“It was nice to meet you,” Nick said, trying to be polite despite the obvious discomfort the evening had brought.

“He’s sneaking around with girls from the club,” she said bluntly, stopping Nick in his tracks.

He stared at her dumbly, trying to understand.

“I thought everyone knew,” she sighed, kicking at the gravel. “You know he owns the speakeasy, don't you? He’s sneaking around on Y/N, but she won't confront him because she’s afraid he won’t let her keep performing. He’s given her everything she has here.”

Suddenly, everything you had said on the balcony made sense. Nick ran his hand over his face, still speechless. “I-I just.. wow, um-“

“Yeah.” Jordan was your only confidant through everything that had been going on, and though she carried the weight like a champ, she did ache for you. The only reason she didn’t take things into her own hands was for your sake. “Well, Nick. I’ll see you around,” she said finally, giving him a sad smile before climbing into her cab. Nick did the same, feeling about a thousand pounds heavier than when he had arrived. It wasn’t until then that he remembered his mourning roommate back home. How was he going to relay all of this to him? Letting out a sigh, he laid his head back against the headrest, watching all the people and twinkling buildings pass by outside his window. Perhaps it could all just wait until tomorrow.

When he finally made it back to the mansion, Nick dragged himself up the stoop and inside. As he made his way up the staircase on his way to his room, he spotted Timothée in the same place he’d left him. He was gazing into the fire now with his script abandoned beside him.

“Aye, Tim. What are you still doing up?” Nick asked, leaning around the doorframe. Tim jolted and groaned, rubbing his eyes, clearly startled by his roommate’s return. Nick made his way upstairs toward his room, ready to be out of his suit and not yet ready to tell Timothée where he really had been and what he had learned while he was there.

Timmy held his head in his hands, his elbows propped against his knees. He’d spent the whole night concocting ideas of how he could see you without actually having to see you. All this along with feeling sorry for himself, of course. He’d imagined seeing you again for the past five years and yet, now that it was actually right before him, he had no idea what to do. He stood up with a heavy sigh, anger building internally with himself. Sipping down what was left of his whiskey, he resolved what he had to do.

Long legs carried him swiftly to Nick’s bedroom door where he knocked softly before opening it.

Nick raised a brow, in the process of getting changed. “What is it?” he questioned, seeing the slightly wild look in Timothée’s tired eyes.

“I need you to do me a really big favor.”

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chilling-seavey · 4 years ago

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Amoureux (c.s./d.s.) - Chapter Nineteen

A/N It’s wedding day!

The white wedding dress was hung on the rack in the corner of Louisa’s bedroom by sunrise, although she was already wide awake most of the night with her nerves racing and her excitement keeping her being able to sleep. Mary came into her room in the morning with a tray of tea and breakfast pastries for them to eat while she got ready for her big day. Louisa sat at her vanity with a huge smile on her face and a cup of tea in hand as Mary brushed out her hair from the curlers.

“You must be incredibly excited.” Mary grinned.

“Indeed.” Louisa nodded. “Although a tad nervous as well.”

“Ah, that is normal.” Mary assured her, draping the fresh strawberry blonde curls over her shoulder to see how they looked so far. “Everyone downstairs has been rushing around since nearly 4am to make sure everything is perfect. It is supposed to be a beautiful day.”

“Lovely.” Louisa whispered, watching Mary adjust how her hair was sitting to make sure it was perfect. When her hair was done, she stood up on the small pedestal and Mary helped her into her one-of-a-kind wedding dress.

Just as she always imagined it, the large gown fell in a large ruffled hoop around her waist and fell just past her feet, the back a bit longer to make a small train. The bodice covered her corset with beaded lace and had a lowcut neckline and puffed sleeves that sat off the shoulder. Mary tied her pearl necklace around her neck, and it sat perfectly over her collarbones, matching her pearl earrings under her loose curls. Louisa couldn’t believe she was even looking at herself in the mirror; she truly looked like the bride she always wanted to be.

“We will get you some powder for your face and some rouge for your cheeks and lips and then we will be about ready to leave for the Abbey.” Mary helped her back onto the floor and smoothed down her skirt before moving to the vanity to find the bit of makeup. Now with the petticoat on under the gown, she couldn’t sit down easily so Louisa was left to stand until it was absolutely necessary to be seated.

When the finishing touches were settled and the white flowers were pinned into her soft curls, Louisa took the final look at herself in the gold plated mirror, her beaming smile staring back at her as she spun slowly to see all the angles.

“Mary, you have truly outdone yourself.” Louisa complimented.

“I did no such thing. The beauty is all yours, my dear.” Mary smiled, setting her hand on the young bride’s shoulder. “Prince Christian will absolutely lose his mind when he sees you. He may even cry!”

“Oh, goodness. No more of that nonsense.” Louisa chuckled.

“I would not blame him.” Mary teased, having her bend down a little to set the diamond tiara on her head, pinned down securely and attached to the long veil. The knock at the door interrupted their conversation and Mary went to answer it, leaving Louisa a moment to adjust the veil over her shoulders in the mirror. The poor lady in waiting barely got a word out before she was being nearly pushed to the side with a shocked gasp.

Louisa turned quickly to see who barged in, eyes landing on none other than Daniel. He was already dressed in his own wedding attire, his red suit jacket that of the official Royal Family uniforms, donned in two rows of gold buttons down the front and matching epaulets on his shoulders, the black collar tucked up high around his neck matching the cuffs with gold detailing and trim. His white slacks were tight and tucked into his black boots and finished with a gold belt, topped with a sheath at his hip holding his sword – only ever worn on the official uniform for very special occasions, no one ever trusted Daniel with a sword usually.

He took a moment to simply stare at Louisa, as if looking at her made him forget why he was even there in the first place. His obvious frazzled state had Louisa asking Mary for a moment alone and the lady in waiting politely excused herself, closing the door behind her.

“What are you doing in here?” Louisa asked Daniel as straightly as she could, turning to face him and her dress swayed around her.

“I…you look…absolutely beautiful.” Daniel breathed, his wide eyes scanning down her dress and everything in between.

“Thank you.” Louisa replied. “Now may you please answer my question?”

“Yes…I am here because I have been awake all-night thinking and I have come to the conclusion that you cannot marry Christian.” Daniel spoke strongly.

Louisa scoffed lightly through a small laugh, “Yes, I can. And I must. And I will.”

“No.” Daniel said quickly. “You don’t have to. I swear it. We can figure out a way to get you out of this.”

“‘Get me out of this’? Oh, Daniel, come on.” Louisa sighed.

Her obvious intent to still go through with the wedding was starting to make Daniel panic, “You didn’t want to marry him in the first place! You were told that you had to marry him which isn’t fair. What if you didn’t like him?”

“Daniel, this is most improper. I love your brother and I need to marry him.”

Daniel moved closer to her with his desperate intent, rushing out, “You are the most beautiful young woman I have ever seen in my whole life and you like to have fun and enjoy life…I know you do…I see the way your face lights up and…and…and you cannot be stuck with Christian for the rest of your life, you just can’t.”

Louisa looked at him and furrowed her eyebrows a moment in slight confusion.

“I would do anything to get you to love me the way you love him.” Daniel whispered.

“Daniel.” Louisa gaped.

“I’m serious, Louisa. I think I’m in love with you. No. I know I’m in love with you.” Daniel grabbed her arm.

“Stop this.” Louisa yanked her arm back from him and hiked up her dress to step away from him a little. “You cannot say these things.”

“I know it’s crazy for me to say this all right now, but I love you and I know you love me too!” Daniel said strongly.

Louisa shook her head, keeping her gaze downcast as to not look at him so she wouldn’t end up saying something she might regret.

“Run away with me, Louisa.” Daniel whispered, taking her face in his hands and pulled her to look him in the eye. “We can go right now and leave all these stupid people behind.”

“Daniel, stop.” Louisa said through her teeth, shoving him away from her and she walked across the room in anxious strides, tucking her hair behind her ear nervously before turning towards him again, her hands on her hips.

“Why won’t you say yes?” Daniel whispered, his voice wavering. “Why won’t you tell me you love me?”

“Because I…I don’t love you, Daniel.” Louisa forced herself to spit out, discreetly digging her nails in her hips to try and distract herself from the ache that was squeezing her heart in her chest.

Daniel’s small whimper took her by surprise and he crossed his arms over his chest and bowed his head for a second to take a deep breath before looking back up at her, tears welling in his blue eyes, “It didn’t seem like that. I didn’t seem like you didn’t love me when you always chose me over him or when you wouldn’t let me stop kissing you or when we…when we…” he gestured to her bed through his forming tears, unable to even say it.

“Daniel, I didn’t want it to get to this, but you know I have a responsibility to my family and your family to marry Christian.” Louisa spoke gently. “I thought you knew from the first day I-”

Daniel cut her off with a strong, “I would rather die than not have you.”

“Do not say that.” Louisa snapped, trying to keep her voice down. “Do not even think about saying that to me again.”

“It’s the truth.” Daniel cried.

“You are being ridiculous.” Louisa said through her teeth. “You are not ruining my wedding day with your childish fantasies. I cannot afford to sacrifice this marriage, so help me God. Merde, Daniel. Ferme ta gueule.”

“I don’t know what you’re saying!” Daniel shouted out in frustration, his voice echoing around her room.

“‘Shit, Daniel, shut the fuck up’!” Louisa repeated in English, walking briskly over to him to press her palm to his mouth. “Are you stupid? I expected you to be a man about this.”

Daniel pushed her hand off him, “I’m not going to sit by and watch you marry Christian! You will be miserable!”

“You do not have a right to tell me what I am supposed to do with my life.” Louisa scolded, as if he truly were a child. “You are not going to ruin my wedding day with any of your nonsense, so I suggest you leave my room immediately before I request that are uninvited from the entire celebration.”

Daniel glared at her silently for a second, both of them breathing heavily within their anger and frustration, eye to eye, waiting for the other person to break first.

“Fine.” Daniel finally huffed.

He took one last look at her before turning on his heel for the door and threw it open with such force that it slammed against the wall and his heavy footsteps could be heard clicking all the way down the stairs. Louisa let out a heavy sigh and sat back on her chaise lounge, holding her face in her hands.

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queenofcandynsoda · 5 years ago

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One Piece OC: Charlotte Pastila

Charlotte Pastila

Epithet: None

Code Name: Siren

Age: 8

Birthday: September 7th

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 6’ (183 cm)

Appearance: Pastila is a tiger shark mermaid with shark-like teeth. She has blonde hair and blue eyes with freckles.

Daily #1: Pastila wears a long-sleeved pink shirt with white frills.

Daily #2: Pastila wears a light green shirt with green-blue ruffles.

Tribal: Pastila wears a blue tank top with cyan embroidery.

Formal Tribal: Pastila wears a teal dudou with seashells and pearls attached to it.

Affiliations: Big Mom Pirates (Defected); Charlotte Family, Lost Boys Pirates; Merfolk/Fishmen Fleet

Occupation: Navigator

Bounty: None

Devil Fruit: None

Moves: None

Skills: Pastila has advanced knowledge of navigation of the world and underwater. She can easily track down trespassers in the water surrounding an island. She is a highly talented singer with an incredibly powerful voice as she can control fishes to damage trespassers’ ships if they reach Reeve Island.

Personality: Pastila is a possessive young girl who gets angry at the thought that Star-Fin abandoning her. Despite this, she is very loving towards him. She is very prideful about her singing abilities.

About: Charlotte Pastila is the second daughter and child of the twenty-first daughter of the Charlotte Family, Praline, and her husband, Aladine. She is also the younger sister of Prune and the older sister of quadruplets Panforte, Pinca, Paleta, and Pacoca. She is a part of a choir, where she is known to have the most beautiful singing voice. She met Star-Fin, a member of the Lost Boys Pirates, when she caught him spying on Unique Island. She promised that she won’t tell anyone if he agreed to listen to her songs, in which he did. The Lost Boy has become adored by her singing, causing Pastila to fall in love with him and declaring him her boyfriend. Star-Fin didn’t oppose to this.

Wanted Poster: None

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multishipper-omg · 5 years ago

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Love of my life (Jareth x Uma)

It was the wedding party between Mal and Ben, Uma had been one of the "Bridesmaids" among the 15 that Mal had chosen for her big day. Among the crisp and strong colors between yellow, violet and green, music, the blows of cups, everything, was unimportant for Uma.

It had been a month that he had left the labyrinth, the goblins, his king, after a great quarrel in which both left saying horrendous things, hurting his heart. He returned to Auradon after the surprise of his friends to believe her dead, and was welcomed with emotion and affection. Harry had ended his relationship with Audrey so he could be next to his captain.

Her full body dress with dark purple and gold frills had her crazy. She hated him, especially that excessive rhinestones with dragon flame in her corset forced her to lean her body forward with how heavy they were. Evie had done a nice but annoying job for her, although for the other ladies it was as if they were wearing a very light silk dress. There was the incredible toast and then the music started playing all over the place, flooding the halls with their melodies. It was beautiful, but the Underground music seemed better because Jareth often sang for her.

He watched the couples dance and remembered those ballroom dances where they balanced her delicately, the small smiles full of meaning, and that phrase that had made his heart loosen like sea foam: “but i be there for you, as the world falls down. ”The memory was killing her next to that last chaotic time when the phrases of affection became sharp daggers and swords:

"I wish I had never accepted you in my life before"

"And I wish you had never stolen my heart"

“Uma are you alright? The thick, worried voice made her look at Harry. A tear slipped from his cheek that quickly cleaned.

“I'm fine, just a little emotional. You know…"

"I doubt it's because of Mal and Ben," he said with a strange smile. The pirate extended his hand to his captain with a wonderful bow "Can you grant me this piece, my lady?"

The pirate witch smiled slightly and accepted her friend's hand. Then they began to dance very close to each other, and their eyes were on par with sincere smiles of love. Uma loved Harry but not in the romantic way, and he would have liked it to be otherwise, maybe his heart hadn't finished breaking as he was at that moment of being him. Harry started a casual talk, telling the details for a new naval acquisition. Uma listened attentively until he felt something. A force that forced him to turn his gaze beyond his friend's shoulder, making her look sideways.

A tall figure, dressed in a dark blue jacket and pants, a white poet t-shirt with frills protruding and a mop of blond hair sticking out in an electric style looked at her at the other end of the room, holding a black mask shaped demon with horns. When Harry turned around he looked in the same direction again but the figure disappeared.

His heart skipped a beat as he continued searching the sides for the figure. Harry was stunned by his captain's behavior.

"Hey what's up?"

“Is that me… Harry have you seen a guest with a mask?

“Mask at a wedding? Not that it was Halloween, ”she said, smiling, taking interest from the matter, but Uma was racing, her heart beating a thousand. I would recognize that suit, that old eighties hair and that bearing on either side. His gaze sought the man with despair, fear and longing. Before another turn in the middle of the room the figure reappeared, just at the exit of the room. The eyes behind the mask stared at the witch until she turned around and left the place.

Uma pushed Harry with all his might, babbling an apology as he held the skirts of his dress in his hands and ran to the exit. He walked away from the living room down the stairs quickly as he searched for that person desperately. I wasn't imagining it, I shouldn't be doing it. He could feel it so close and yet so far from his being.

For a moment he didn't know which way to go, he had gone again. Was it a torture of his mind? A cruel way to remind him of his happy days? He thought he had gone crazy until his necklace shone brightly in the darkness of the garden and saw a trail of glitter spread along a path away from the royal halls. He followed them. He advanced carefully in the middle of the earth because of his high shoes and more than once stumbled until he fell, but in that way he began to approach the surroundings of the enchanted lake. Celtic instrumental music began to play as it drew closer, and upon arrival it found a beautiful royal pavilion in the middle of the lake connected to the ground by a wooden bridge. The pavilion was adorned by branches full of fragrant green leaves, glowing white lights that highlighted their pearl white color, and thousands of fireflies danced around as part of the magical event. But what most captivates Uma's heart, is that upon reaching it and looking amazed at the sides, the masked figure returned, revealing his face.

Uma froze, almost breathless, as Jareth approached her with a serious, but warm look. He held her with his hands on his tight waist.

"I thought ..." said the witch with a lump in her throat. “I thought we would never see each other again”

“Do you think I will let one of my treasures go at the mercy of these mundane rich children? No, Uma, I take care of what belongs to me. You belong to Me."

Jareth's grip became possessive, bringing the brunette closer to her with a big hug. He had missed her too much and there was no eternal minute when he didn't blame himself for what had happened.

"Dance with me" he order, but he also beg.

Uma got carried away by him at every turn and step. Suddenly he felt that he was returning to the hall of his happy days only that this dance was only for them. Only the two in their private bubble.

"How could you ...?"

"Get to you? I have enough power to materialize in this world. While it runs out easily and it takes me a long time to recover this is worth it ”

"When you yelled at me I thought it was worth nothing to you"

“You are worth my life, Uma. The day you left was the day I died, that's why I had to come. For that reason I had to go to your side ”

The dance stopped and suddenly the proud King Goblin was leaning towards his sea witch, his oceanic queen: his queen of Underground. This was his way of asking for his return to his world.

“I was an idiot for shouting at you like that, for telling you those horrible things. When you left immediately I wanted to go looking for you, but my hurt pride prevented me from doing so. Your words tormented me every second "I wish you had never stolen my heart" there I knew you corresponded to my feelings. I also knew that I loved you. ” Jareth held Uma's cheeks and ran his nose over them gently, “How could I have hurt you? I know I can be cruel, but even today I moved the stars for you when not before. Forever and ever. You are the magic that gives life to eternity… You are the love of my life ”

Tears gathered in Uma's eyes wanting to cry, Jareth was confessing his love, Jareth had told him he loves her. Jareth loves her as much as she did and allowed herself to feel happy for the first time in a long time. His lips fused with those of the king in a passionate kiss, loaded with so many feelings that both bodies ran through them in powerful electric shocks. Jareth's hands caressed Uma's thin waist desperately while her hands held on to his neck. Having to take time to breathe, they both separated, staring at each other.

“So, can you forgive me my queen?

"Hmm ..." Uma turned her eyes "Not yet. You were very rude just for not accepting that request to go to that horrendous witch's dance. I thought my opinion was worth it to you ”

“It is worth it, but my sense of duty forced me to please my subjects. But you know that is not why you got angry, but because you think she wants me to. And you're right ... That's why I loved you at that party, so we made it clear that this King already has his Queen ”

Uma opened her eyes wide and her cheeks grew hot.

"Still ... well, it's not enough"

"You want the ring, well you'll have the ring"

Jareth smiling gesturing to appear a ring when Uma took his hands and lowered them "I don't need a ring and less like that!" He shouted in shock as Jareth's funny and sensual smile remained on his face. He hugged her again as he kissed her lips again in a short kiss.

"I know, in addition the ring will come when you least expect it" the older man's face went to the brunette's shoulders, while he dedicated small burning kisses that climbed up to his clavicle and stopped on his neck, making the child shiver that he tried to contain his groans and gave him small blows to his chest to leave him, but the King obviously did not react to them. “What do you think if I do this in front of her while you introduce yourself? That way he will not lack doubts ”

"D-Do not you think it is improper for your hostess?" Replied the child while smiling at the mental scene.

“It could be, or maybe we give up one of his chambers… or he took you to ours and we started to-

"Jareth!" Uma shouted without being able to resist it. The king of the Goblins burst out laughing as he carried Uma and spun her over him. They had returned again. When he looked at Uma's dress, he raised a confused eyebrow, the brunette guessed the thought “Evie. she wanted to see each other according to the style of the bride ”

"I don't like it, let me do you a favor."

He held her again in the air and turned with her. Uma's dark dress changed to a beautiful aquamarine tulle dress with bright motifs of octopus tentacles waving on the skirt of her dress, with long sleeves and a beautiful crown of pearls and seashells. His collar had an additional owl pendant next to the conch and his hair fell like a curtain of beautiful defined green water curlers. It was comfortable and light.

“Do you want to go back? In the castle the goblins do not stop bellowing for your name ”

"Good, but the next day I must return to say goodbye" Jareth frowned "It will be to prevent me from being believed dead again"

“I don't see the need, but if you want that then I must also be present. That way they will know that you will be in good hands ”

"Or for Harry to know that I belong to you, did you think I didn't realize your eyes hammering in his head while dancing with him?"

Jareth held a sigh and clenched his hands, but then relaxed. Her sorceress had hit the spot as usual, but she would maintain all her self-control so as to avoid disgust at Uma. I can even allow the visit of his "friends" to the Underground, but that will be much later.

For now, he would enjoy his queen's return to his castle, and he would make it clear to both her and the others, that her heart has been occupied by a small, brave and sarcastic sea witch.

Love is strange, but it is always wonderful.

#Jareth x uma #uma #descendants #descendants 3 #descendants2 #labyrinth #harry x uma #Mal and ben get married #uma and jareth are going to marry after this #maybe i will write the weeding #jareth #huma #descendants au #au #strange love

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this-side-of-midnight5 · 6 years ago

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Dance With Me

A/N: So this is just a one timer and me coming out of my shell for @spidey-babe-parker writing prompt challenge. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Shockingly none other than being too cute for me to endure! (And one curse word. Sue me.)

Summary: Post Endgame with a happy ending for our heroes. No extraordinary losses and a future of gains. Just Bucky being happy for once and on the road to normalcy (or at least semi normalcy).

These past few weeks have been the most perfect. Bliss. That’s how the time felt since meeting Bucky Barnes at the bookstore and the following coffee dates and lunches and dinners that followed in the weeks after. You two just clicked.

You were reaching for a particularly large book on the top shelf when a metallic hand snatched it before your fingers could even brush the spine. The owner of said arm smiled shyly and handed the novel to you. He looked at you with a sheepish grin on his face.

“You looked like you could use a hand.” He looked at the four other hefty volumes in your arm already.

You smiled at him, thankful. You pushed your glasses further up your nose back into place. “Thank you, —“

“Bucky, ma’am. Name’s Bucky.”

“Well, Bucky, I’m (Y/N). It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” You added the book to the stack cradled in your arms. You looked at his face. Just realizing how beautiful it was, then quickly shutting that thought down and looking at your shoes. There’s no way someone like him would be interested in someone like you.

“Well, thank you, Bucky. I really appreciate you—“

“Would you have coffee with me? I know you don’t know me, but I’ve been here a couple times, and I see you. Your nose is always buried in a book. You just look like somebody I want to know.” It was his turn to look at his shoes.

“I-I mean, I-I’d like-“ you stopped and inhaled. Your sister warned you about this. You can’t run away. “Of course I would, Bucky.”

His grin was infectious. He walked toward you and lifted the books out of your hands. “Let’s go check out, then.”

***

It was the event of the season. One of the Stark Tower parties. You’d read news articles online about them, looked through the red carpet pictures, never was there a picture of Bucky, though you knew he was there. He told you about how boring he found them. How pointless it was that Tony, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Clint and Rhodey, Wanda, Vision, and Bruce would all go downstairs just for the press to take pictures of them heading up to a party in the building that the majority of them already live in. It was absurd. You laughed weakly with him on the phone as you dug through your closet to find a box with your great grandmother’s heirloom pearl necklace and matching earrings. They would look beautiful with your black, one sleeved sheath dress that you knew would drive Buck up the wall. You even splurged and got some cute black satin strappy heels.

“Darlin, I’m gonna pull myself together. How long until you’re here?”

“About 30 minutes, babe. See you soon.”

You looked in the mirror and became immediately self conscious. You weren’t a thin girl, and you weren’t exactly blessed in the chest. Working nights at the hospital didn’t allow for much time in the sun so you always thought you were too pale. Your makeup was simple. You’d tried those makeup tutorials on YouTube explaining how to contour, but you always looked like dirt and eyeshadow was schmeared all over your face. You just couldn’t girl. It made you laugh. You put on your dress and shoes, then took the curlers out of your hair and gave yourself a quick fluff and spray. You were dabbing your favorite “special occasion” perfume on as your doorbell rang.

You heard the knock at the door. Your heart started racing, the nerves were making you semi nauseated.

“Come on, darlin. We’re going to hit traffic around the Tower and you’ll wish I’d brought the bike instead.” He laughed and you could hear him making polite, but uncomfortable, chatter to the nosey old lady next door.

“Hey, Bucky—“ and you froze as you opened the door. He took your breath away. He was wearing a tailored black suit, white undershirt and no tie. His usually unruly dark hair was neatly piled up into a bun to keep off of his collar. You loved his hair long. Your sister often teased you about how it took away from a man’s manliness, but with Bucky being so tall and muscular and just thick, it was impossible. His jawline was covered in a week’s worth of growth and it made your mouth water.

He turned to you with pleading blue eyes.

“Ms. Reynolds, we need to get going. Look after the place for me?” You quickly grabbed your keys and clutch from the table inside the door and locked up.

“You have fun, girly. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” She gave you a lecherous grin and wiggled her eyebrows at Bucky. “And if you come home before tomorrow mornin’ I’ll be sorely disappointed. I will have the reason why.”

You laughed and pulled on Bucky’s hand. He stumbled after you not saying a word. He held onto your hand when you went to let go to push the “Down” button for the elevator. You could feel his eyes burning on you, but you knew Ms. Reynolds was still watching you so you refrained from speaking.

Finally the elevator doors opened and you stepped inside. As soon as the panels slid closed, Bucky pulled you roughly into his arms.

“Buck-“ you couldn’t even finish his name before his lips met yours. He’d never kissed you before. You hugged and cuddled when he came over to watch a movie, but never kissed. His soft lips caressed yours for what felt like a beautiful eternity.

You both broke apart gasping. He rested his forehead on yours, eyes closed, as his flesh hand stroked your cheek, his metal hand still gently held your waist.

“I’ve wanted to do that for ages. The only reason I haven’t was because I’m trying to take it slow and be respectful, but you look so beautiful right now. I couldn’t help myself.”

You reached up to hold his hand that was holding your face. “That’s the best compliment I’ve gotten today. We should probably go though. Any longer in this elevator and we might not make it to the party and my darling dear Ms. Reynolds will get a show while I unlock the door.”

He instantly straightened and sobered up while you giggled. You knew your neighbor frightened him. She had no filter and it made the incredibly shy and private Bucky nervous. He hated being put on the spot that way. The former Winter Soldier was far too comfortable blending with the shadows.

You pushed the button for the main floor and you were set into motion.

The drive to the Tower was filled with sweet small talk, stolen glances, and lots of hand holding. You offered to sneak in through the garage entrance so he didn’t get bombarded by the photographers, but he declined. He would gladly take the walk of fame as long as you were on his arm.

You silently preened. Bucky never made you feel ugly or fat or not enough. He was always whispering compliments in your ear. A few times he even gave you the wolf whistle just to make you laugh and let everyone know how much he appreciated you. It was a huge relief and a pleasant change.

You saw Stark Tower up ahead, the flashing lights of the cameras and the huge crowd of people. You took your hand out of Bucky’s and rubbed them against your thighs. Your nerves were attacking you again.

“Babe, it’s fine. You look amazing. More than amazing.” He paused to look at you as he pulled up to park and wait for the valet. “You look absolutely ravishing.” He had a delicious glint in his eye, full of promises, as he said it.

“I’m not used to crowds like this or having so much attention on me. I’ll be okay.” He kissed the top of your hand as the doors were opened on both sides for the two of you to get out.

You were immediately blinded by the flashes and the noise and the constant questions you were being bombarded with. Buck found your hand as he rounded the car. His hand sliding up your arm to collect you against him. You plastered on your best kilowatt smile, comforted by the embrace. He looked on with a slight smirk. The only time he let go of you was to do a single photo op with his team. You were taken back into his side as soon as he deemed enough pictures were taken. There wasn’t a lot of talking because of all the noise. As soon as you stepped into the lobby, the roar of the crowd was immediately silenced. All of Bucky’s friends who were more like family looked at you. They were all smiling. Some with big toothy grins, others with small pleased smiles.

“Yo, Metallica! You gonna introduce us or not?” You knew it was Sam from the stories Bucky told you and his face on the news.

“Everyone, this is (Y/N). (Y/N) this is everyone.” He said lazily. You could see the laughter in his eyes as everyone shouted in complaint.

“I’m Nat. This beautiful creature next to me is Wanda. The big guy next to her is Vision. Odd name, I know. He picked it though. This is Clint and Bruce. That bearded shaggy stud grinning like an idiot is Steve. The other grinning idiot is Sam. And this is—“

“Stark. Tony Stark. I need no introduction. Let’s get this show on the road, people. We’ve got a party with our names on it upstairs, and I try to keep myself on schedule for Ms. Potts.” He directed everyone to the elevator. As you were passing him, Tony grabbed your hand and said “We’ve all noticed the change in him these last few weeks. It’s good. He’s tolerable to be around these days. Thank you.” He let go of you as you all gathered into the lift.

The penthouse was beautiful. All windows, comfortable lighting. Plenty of couches on one side, a dance floor on the other. By the bar, you noticed a huge blond man, dressed in foreign clothes not of this world. Thor. The whole gang was here. You felt so insignificant and out of place. You ducked your head and began picking at imaginary lint on your dress, smoothing imaginary wrinkles. Bucky noticed your fidgeting and took your hands into his own.

“Stop, (Y/N). You look amazing. There’s no need to be nervous. We’re just normal people dealing with our own demons.” He laughed.

“I definitely would not use the word normal, darlin’.” You couldn’t help but relax and laugh. “Let’s get a drink, huh? Something sweet and fruity will calm me down.”

“Perfect idea. Thor has brought some of that Asgardian brew. It’s literally the only thing Stevie and I can drink and get drunk on. Tonight I don’t want to be a wallflower. I want to enjoy it with you.” He kissed your forehead.

At the bar, Bucky was greeted by the giant grinning Thor.

“Ah, Soldier! Good to see you again! Come! Drink with me! Where is that Starry companion of yours?” You laughed knowing he was talking about Steve. The star spangled man with a plan. Growing up with a history professor for a father, you knew all about the heroic Captain America.

You ordered a Blue Hawaiian. Your favorite drink. It was so sweet and went down so smoothly. You sipped your drink as you made your way over to a smiling and laughing Natasha and Wanda who were waving you over and pulled you down with them on the couch.

“Hey, sweetie! Bucky has been hiding you like a dragon with his treasure! We knew he was seeing someone but when we asked about who it was, he’d tell us to mind our own and let him be. We’re so glad he brought you!” Nat gave you a gentle side hug. “Let’s get you liquored up and loose lipped.”

“Tell is about yourself, dear.” Wanda said. Her thick Slavic accent was beautiful. The kindness in her eyes relaxed you as well as the drink in your hand.

“Well, I’m 27. I work at the hospital nearby. I’m a nurse. I read a lot... there’s really not much to me.” You sipped again, realizing you had finished your drink and frowned. You felt so dull compared to these people. The Earth’s mightiest heroes.

“Stop. I see what’s going through your head. You’re amazing. What you do? You help people. YOU are a hero. I see what Bucky sees in you. You have such a wonderful heart. So much compassion. Empathy. A will to help and heal. You’re better than us, if I’m going to be honest.” Wanda’s words brought a sheen of moisture to your eyes. You’d never thought of it that way.

“There’s the girl of the night! The one to tame the tin man!” Sam hopped onto the couch next to you. “How did a good girl like you find your way with a bad boy like him?” He laughed.

You looked over at Bucky who was saluting a shot with the god of thunder and his lifelong buddy. He was laughing and relaxed. It was wonderful to see him so happy and carefree.

“He’s not so bad. He’s really a sweet guy. A perfect gentleman, if I’m gonna be honest.” You couldn’t tear your eyes from him.

As if he could hear you talking about him across the room. His eyes quickly met yours and he gave you that sexy lopsided grin that always made you weak at the knees. He ordered you another drink and brought it, his drink and his companions to where you were sitting. He handed you your drink and pushed Sam away from you so he could sit next to you.

“Thor, god of thunder, rock of ages, this is my girlfriend, (Y/N).” He slung his arm behind you and began tracing patterns over your back. His touch made you shiver and blush as the god took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles.

“It’s truly a pleasure to meet you, tamer of beasts.” His laugh boomed, reminding you of the thunder he commanded.

“Y’all keep saying things like that, but he’s so sweet!”

The topic of the conversation put his hand over your mouth and pulled you to his chest.

“Hush, woman! I have a reputation to uphold!” He laughed and pulled you in for a quick kiss.

“Am I having a stroke or did I just see the Winter Soldier kiss you?” This was from Clint who had just walked over to join the group lounging on the couches.

“I’ll be damned. It’s happened.” You heard Tony say behind you, but you only had eyes for Bucky.

Buck stood up quickly. “That’s it. I’m taking my girl away. You’ll poison her before I get the chance to do it myself.” He pulled you up into his arms again and the two of you walked across the room.

“What’s gonna happen if I ask you to dance?”He looked somewhat worried. It was too cute.

“Well, Buckaroo, I might just dance with you. I may even fall for you.” You shook your head. You’d had too much to drink on an empty stomach. You shouldn’t have said that. It’s too soon. Six weeks is hardly enough time. But Bucky did something to you. It was indescribable. It was magical.

You were ready to try to take the words back when he wrapped you into his arms and buried his face in your neck. “I’m okay with that, babe. Dance with me.”

#bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #marvel #marvel universe #marvel fanfiction #bucky fandom #winter soldier fanfiction #first time writing #be gentle #i love him so much #thankyou

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tatttletale · 6 years ago

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Zoomans’ Return

"This is what you wear, Stevann?"

Y-6 gazed intently at his leather-clad arm, wiggling his fingers experimentally.

"Yeah! Well— not me, personally," Steven explained. "That's the sort of stuff cool guys wear. It's called a jacket."

"Jaacket," Y-6 repeated carefully, and his face lit up. "Jaacket! Yes! I like it! But what is a 'cool guys'?"

"Can I wear what you have, Gareg?"

Steven turned and found J-10 standing tall in a pink dress. Connie looked helpless beside her.

Greg visibly coloured. "Oh, this? This is— this is old man stuff!"

"Dad!" Steven cried stubbornly. "You're not old!"

"Please, Gareg?" J-10 pushed innocently. "I like your calothes!"

She enunciated the "th" strangely, like a surprised toddler.

Greg took a step back. "Well, not these but— I'm sure we can find you your own!"

"Yes!" J-10 looked pleased.

Across the store, U-12 was spinning in her new sundress. She stumbled and sent a potted fern crashing to the floor.

"Ah— I'll get it!" Connie cried, and she dashed over to help the dark girl up.

When Steven turned back around, he noticed L-5 (a slender, chestnut-haired youth) by the dressing rooms. Kiki was helping him fit a pair of heeled thigh-length boots on. As she zipped them up for him, he looked incredibly pleased — and then he wobbled and promptly fell on top of her.

After the healing of the corrupted Gems, Steven had approached Yellow and Blue and requested the return of the captive humans. Though Blue was hesitant, Yellow readily agreed, and a few days later, Steven awoke to find the entire Zoo hovering over the town.

Of course, as quickly as he could manage, he hid the Zoo in the Strawberry Battlefields and since then had tasked himself with helping the Zoomans adjust to the new developed Earth. The concealing of such an addition to the town could not be kept a secret, and so he had first told a select few citizens about the situation and, inevitably, enlisted some much-needed help.

And it was working, for the most part.

The first thing on the agenda had been to dress the Zoomans appropriately, and so far Kiki, Jenny, Buck, Sour Cream, Sadie, Peedee and Ronaldo had turned up at the store to assist them. According to Sadie, Lars wouldn't be coming, as he wanted some time to spend with his family since his return.

Steven felt a hand on his arm and turned to see Connie.

"The store's in shambles," she sighed, wincing at another clatter that echoed from behind. "We'll have to come back later and help clean up."

"And replace some things, too, by the looks of it," Greg put in, rubbing his neck.

At that moment, J-10 burst out from behind a changing curtain, followed by an exhausted-looking Jenny. "Gareg, look! I am wearing your calothes!"

Greg flushed and hurriedly averted his gaze. The poor girl had haphazardly thrown on a much-too-big singlet (whose collar dipped dangerously low), and a pair of shorts that barely clung to her hips. Jenny sighed. "I dunno, I think you'd look way better in a dress, JJ."

"I like these," J-10 replied stubbornly, and folded her arms (thankfully) over her cleavage.

"I mean, yeah, but what about Boots over there?" The darker girl jerked her head at L-5. "Dude chose his own clothes and he's lookin' stylin'!"

J-10 blinked.

"Hey," Steven said gently, and took her hand. She looked down at him inquisitively. "You can wear whatever you like, but these clothes don't seem to fit you. Let's find some in your size."

"Of course!" she beamed.

"Hey, Steven." Buck's deadpan voice made him turn around. Standing a head taller beside the teen was F-3, grinning under his fringe of blonde hair and clad in trackpants, a long-sleeved shirt and a puffer vest. "I think my man's ready."

"Steven!" he whipped around and was met with Sour Cream, with what looked like a dark-haired clone beside him.

The boy looked helplessly between them all, blinking furiously. There was way too much going on.

Connie seemed to notice his distress and took his hand. "Hey, I think they look happy. That's two more people crossed off our list. That leaves just. . . thirty-three more. If we spend a few minutes on each person, we should be done by half-past."

Steven nodded helplessly.

"C'mon," the girl smiled, and appealed to Greg. "Mr Universe, could you please take these two to the Pizzas'? I heard Mr Fryman's overloaded with customers today."

"Yeah— okay, sure thing." He sounded uncertain, but ushered them off anyways.

"Buck, Sour Cream, did you get the prices on those?" Connie asked.

They both handed her some crumpled slips of paper.

"Perfect," she smiled, "Thank you! Could you help a couple of others in the meantime?"

"Guys!" Steven called. All the Zoomans dropped what they were doing and turned to look at him. "We've got ten more minutes! Let's pick our clothes and go eat!"

They all gazed at him blankly.

"Ten more minets?" Y-6 asked interestedly.

Steven sighed. "If you're not happy with your clothes, we all have one more change and then we're leaving."

"I'm happy with my calothes," Y-6 replied cheerfully.

"Okay, good." Steven grabbed his hand and led him to the door, pointing outside. "See that shop over there? Can you go there for me? Just knock on the door and they'll let you in."

"Knock?"

Steven rapped his knuckles on the glass shopfront in demonstration.

Once Y-6 made it safely across the boardwalk Steven ran back and returned to the kerfuffle. "Kiki, how's L-5?"

"Hey, Steven! I think he's happy," she smiled, and looked up at him from her position on the floor. "How ya feelin', L-5?"

Her only response was a delighted grin.

"Alright. Could you please take him to your shop?"

"Sure thing."

*****

Thirty-one Zoomans and $3,000 later, they were all gathered at Fish Stew Pizza.

"Will we be eating now, Stevann?" a slight red-haired girl asked.

The doorbell tinkled and Steven turned to find a band of Zoomans walking back out through the front door.

"Ah— yeah," he said quickly, "But in here."

The girl looked confused. "How?"

He never answered as he hurried outside after the others.

The Zoomans were congregated around a pot plant a few paces away. He rushed over.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Waiting for the fruit," J-10 replied simply, her eyes on the plant.

"Um— fruit doesn't just . . . appear, like that, here."

An elderly lady standing at the edge of the circle looked confused. "It doesn't? Then how do you know what to eat?"

"We choose."

"How do you know when to eat?"

"Uh, well . . . we usually eat three times a day. When we wake up, in the middle of the day, and before we go to bed. We don't have to, though. And we can just eat whenever we like in between meals."

Everyone looked confused except for the tall, muscular lady on the far side of the circle.

"Whenever we like?" she said, excitement palpable.

Steven nodded and turned back to the shop. "Yeah. But right now, we're getting food inside. C'mon."

*****

The beach was aswarm with Zoomans.

Steven had only just managed to convince them all to follow him home before "play". As soon as their toes hit the sand, the beach was covered in rolling bodies, much to Steven's exasperation and Pearl's detriment.

"We can't have them all here!" she cried, and whirled to Steven. "Steven! Didn't you put the Zoo in the Battlefields?"

"Well, yeah, but . . . I just decided to take them into town today."

"What are they doing?" the Gem pushed, distressed. "Are they hurt? Are they sick?"

Connie stepped up and laid a reassuring hand on her arm. "It's okay, Pearl. They're just playing."

"'Playing'?" Pearl asked in disbelief.

Y-6 rolled onto his back, stretching his hands toward the sky, and giggled delightedly.

"It's . . . part of their old routine," Connie offered, now shooting Steven a discerned look.

Pearl sighed. "Okay, just . . . please clear them out before nightfall." With one last disconcerted look at the Zoomans, she headed back to the Temple.

Steven cleared his throat. "Okay, everyone. . . we all need to have a shower."

Pearl shrieked. "To the Zoo, Steven!"

With no little effort, Steven and Connie persuaded Pearl to let them in provided they stayed seated in the living room and showered one at a time. Steven relented to B-4's begging and let her in to wash first.

Between them, Steven and Connie had decided that they would take care of the members of their own sexes respectively, and so when the Connie ushered the dark lady into the bathroom, Steven waited outside the door, keeping an eye on everyone else.

From inside came the pattering of water and then a cry.

"B-4, no! Your clothes! You have to take off your clothes!"

"Why?" came the soft, curious voice.

"You wear these in the daytime! You don't want them wet!"

Thirty arduous minutes later and Connie stumbled out with a redressed B-4, whose wet, waist-length hair clung to her back.

"Steven, this will take hours," Connie wailed. "We won't get any sleep if we let them all shower tonight!"

"Ooooooooo."

The chorus made them turn. All thirty-six Zoomans were pressed against the front windows, gazing outside.

"What is that?" one of them murmured.

"It looks like a big splash from the sky," another whispered.

Gingerly, Steven pushed his way to the front and squinted into the darkening night. He let out a gasp of realisation. "It's raining."

"Raining?" J-10 asked.

"Everyone, let's go outside!" Steven called, and opened the door. "You can all get clean in the rain!"

Without reservation the Zoomans pounced at the idea and all filed excitedly outside. There was a collective gasp as the rain kissed their skin.

"Rain! Rain!" J-10 cried happily, prancing about on the deck. F-3 and U-12, hand-in-hand, rushed down the stairs and onto the wet sand. The rest of the Zoomans soon followed.

Steven and Connie stood on the balcony, entranced, watching the happy people. Some of them even took off towards the water, diving and pushing each other into the waves. Steven sagged against the railing, exhausted.

"I never thought this would be so much work," he groaned.

Connie set a hand on his back. "Hey, I think we did great today, Steven," she cooed. "Look how happy they are. And they're adjusting so fast! I think they'll be ready to meld in with town life in no time."

He shot her a tired smile. "You think so?"

She crouched down next to him and gave him a hug. "I know so."

*****

Unfortunately, there were still corrupted Gems roaming the Earth, and Stevonnie and the Gems had agreed to continue their missions until every once had been brought back and healed.

Upon their return from yet another search, Stevonnie separated and their boy counterpart decided to venture into town.

His first stop was the Big Donut. Y-6 had taken up a job there two weeks earlier upon Lars' resignation for hopes to open his own bakery.

When he walked through the door, he found a very cheery Y-6 handing a couple a bag of doughnuts. Upon seeing the boy, the new cashier waved.

"Steven!"

His language was definitely improving, but he hadn't quite mastered it yet.

"How's everything going?" the boy asked, sauntering up to the counter.

"Wonderful! Would you like a doughnut?"

"Ah— actually, yes please." He slid a bill over. "Surprise me."

Y-6 disappeared beneath the counter.

Confused, Steven leaned over, and yelped when the youth shot upright again. "Surprise!"

For a moment, Steven could only stare, and then he broke into helpless chuckles, eyes streaming.

"Did I surprise you, Steven?" the youth grinned.

Steven wiped at his eyes, still giggling. "Yeah, I guess you did. About the doughnuts — I meant, please get me whatever you want, not—" he stifled his laughter with his hand.

"Oh!" Y-6 grabbed a bag and stepped behind the display cabinet. When he reached inside, he glanced at Steven and cocked his head.

"What is that on your arm?"

Steven checked himself. "Oh— right. That's just a cut."

"A cut," Y-6 repeated. "Isn't a cut for paper? Paper doesn't turn red when you cut it."

"That red stuff's just blood."

"Blood?" he said interestedly.

"Yeah, when you hurt your body, sometimes it bleeds a bit. I'm okay, though."

A chittering sound erupted from behind the counter.

Steven craned his neck. "What's that?"

"Oh!" Y-6 slipped two doughnuts into the bag and stood, grinning. "This is Steven Again!"

He made a motion with his hand and a small, humanoid figure waddled its way around the cabinet.

"A Watermelon—?" Steven glanced at Y-6, then at the creature, and back at Y-6. "How'd you—? Where'd you find him— it?"

"He was on the beach!" Y-6 declared, and set the bag on the counter, taking up the dollar notes. "He is my friend. He is a very good helper."

"Yeah. . ."

Steven glanced at the figure uncertainly. It only gave him a friendly wave.

"Don't be afraid, he won't hurt you."

"I know, I know. . . it's just. . . he is friendly, right? He's never attacked anyone?"

Y-6 cocked his head. "'Attacked'?"

"Hm. . ." He stole one last glance at the creature. "Just . . . make sure he doesn't hurt anybody, okay?"

"Of course!" The new cashier deposited the money and waved. "I hope you enjoy your doughnuts, Steven!"

"Thank you! I will," he assured him, and returned the wave as he pushed open the door. Stepping out into the light breeze, he turned towards the town, and checked his phone. 12:00pm.

He'd better get a move on. Surely the others had picked up jobs just as quickly — and with thirty-five more Zoomans to visit, it was sure to take some time.

***** PROMPT: "The 'Zoomans' are brought back to Earth and have to get used to the 'new' world, while a select number of humans, like those who know the Gems, are made aware of them as well. Maybe throw in a cameo from the Watermelon Steven people, whom the humans of Beach City also seem unaware of." — for Holy Fountains on FanFiction! Hope you enjoyed! :) My writing lacks in this one. . . egghhh. The dialogue's all yucky! Help!

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Galactica, Chapter 63 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: The red carpet turned into a major headache for Raja as the Galactica holiday party got underway.

This Chapter: It’s all eyes on Miss Fame as she finally finds out about her best friend and her assistant arriving as a couple. And everyone except Violet seems to enjoy all the shit-talking.

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The Christmas Party was Maxwell's favorite company event of the year. It was always wonderfully decadent, Fame apparently setting out with an intention of topping perfection every single year, and so far, Maxwell hadn’t seen her fail.

The air smelled like pine and peppermint, the air conditioning running overtime so it almost felt like they were in a winter wonderland.

It wasn’t that Maxwell didn’t like to dance, wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy letting loose when he went with Bob to one of his drag shows, but on a night like this, he preferred observing, watching for inspiration and being taken in by the grandeur.

Most of the designers were already on the dance floor--April twirling in a gorgeous yellow dress, Kiara dripping with gold while Alexis was wrapped in bold red. The marketing team, on the other hand, had set up shop at the bar, some of them already seeming a bit messy.

Maxwell was nibbling on the selection of canapes he had managed to snatch from a waiter, smoked Alaskan salmon on rye, cranberry and brie bites and Swiss chocolate dipped clementines among the night's selection.

“Wait. Wait wait wait wait.”

Maxwell turned his head, looking over at Bob who was standing next to him at the small table they had occupied, Roxy’s face twisted in a shiteating grin.

If it had been any other night, Bob would have been on the dance floor, tearing it up, but Roxy had dangled a secret in front of his face, and if there was one thing Bob loved, it was a good secret.

He had been plying her with drinks from the moment they had arrived, and it seemed like she had finally spilled the beans while Maxwell wasn’t paying attention.

“She’s what?” Bob asked, trying to get Roxy to repeat herself. “Tell me who Courtney’s dating!”

“She’s dating beedeearrrr,” Roxy slurred, and Bob looked at Maxwell, who shrugged.

“I have no idea what she’s saying.”

“Bee! Deeeee! Arrrrrrrgh!” Roxy said again, doing her absolute best to separate her words.

“Wait, BDR? As in Bianca Del Rio?” Bob asked, mouth open in amazement.

“Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!” Roxy crowed, her brown hair in the most elegant updo, a sparkling shawl over her shoulders. “But nobody knows.”

“Then how do you know?” Bob asked, arms crossed, a skeptical expression creasing his features.

“Because. She’s been getting deliveries.”

“So? Isn’t it normal for Bianca to have stuff delivered to Miss Fame’s office? Aren’t they good friends?”

“Yes! But! Not to Fame. And anyway, they’re coming together tonight,” Roxy said, lifting her glass to her lips. “Courtney said so herself.”

“Sure, sure...I’ll believe that when I see it,” Bob laughed.

Maxwell rolled his eyes just as Jovan walked stiffly up to their table, holding a cocktail.

“What’s going on with your suit?” Maxwell asked, reaching out to touch the orange fabric.

“Spray paint made the fabric inflexible,” Jovan said, “But I made it work.”

“Did you? Because from here you look like you can’t walk.”

“Yeah but I look amazing. Fair trade.”

“If you say so,” Maxwell laughed, thumping him on the shoulder.

“Violet! Come here!” Bob called, beckoning her over. He leaned in and told Roxy, “Violet will know if your little rumor is true.”

“Hey!” Sutan got dragged through the crowd, Raja’s nails digging through his suit jacket, his twin holding him a death grip. “Raj, calm down!”

Sutan had barely made it off the carpet and detached himself from the women he had taken pictures with to reunite with Violet, relocating his girlfriend in such a big crowd always a hassle when Raja had snatched him up.

[We-] Raja released him, looking over her shoulders to make sure that they were alone before she continued, [have a problem.]

[I figured.] Sutan straightened his jacket, his sleeve completely twisted. It had to be a serious shit situation if Raja was this paranoid, Indonesian usually enough for her to say whatever she wanted wherever she wanted. [So what’s going on?]

[Bianca brought Courtney.] Raja crossed her arms, her nostrils flaring with annoyance.

[... Who?] Sutan had no idea who that was, the name not ringing any bells.

[Fame’s assistant.]

[The small blonde?] He vaguely remembered her from when Violet had broken her ankle, the woman kneeling next to them, but there hadn’t been anything special about her at all, her face completely blurred out in his mind.

[Yes.]

It took a moment to click, a moment for Sutan to realize what his sister had actually said.

[Oh fuck….] His eyes widened.

[Oh fuck exactly.] Raja huffed. [She is here. As Bianca’s date.]

Oh this. This was bad. There was no way at all that this would go over well with Fame, the entire situation truly an absolute shit show.

[Did you talk to her?]

[I tried,] Raja rolled her eyes, her fingers tapping on her arm, cold annoyance coming off of his twin in waves. [But you know her-]

Sutan did know Bianca, actually, he knew Bianca very well.

[Please don’t tell me.]

[Yes.]

Great. Great great great.

[Okay, so.] Sutan sighed, crossing his own arms. [Are we doing a divide and conquer? Going for the black out? Because I think I can talk Fame into trying all the gins with me-]

It wasn’t that Sutan didn’t like spending time with Fame, getting drunk with her actually a lot more fun than strangers would expect, but he had genuinely looked forward to going home and peeling his girlfriend out of her dress, drinking Fame under the table for the common good wrecking any chance of that happening.

[Bianca said no distractions.] Raja rolled her eyes again. [She wants Fame to-] Raja held up her hands, doing quotation marks with her fingers as she switched to english. “Just deal with it”

“Well fuck.” Sutan groaned, Fame just dealing with it about as fun as rolling around naked in hot coals, his sisters damage control duties as Fame’s right hand woman never ending.

“Katya!” Pearl grinned when she finally spotted her roommate between the forest of Christmas trees, the blonde standing against the wall in her poofy dress, not at all looking interested in the party that was happening around her.

“I got you a present,” Pearl slid in next to her, Katya barely raising an eyebrow when Pearl handed her a drink. “The best virgin drink the bartender could whip up!”

“Thanks…” Katya took the glass, the rim lined in sugar, a couple of maraschino cherries floating around in the orange soda.

“Annnnnnd...I saved the best for last,” Pearl smiled, reaching into her pocket, refusing to let Katya’s downbeat mood ruin the night, even if she had to force her friend to feel happy. “I got you a little umbrella. Look! It’s tiny!”

Katya rolled her eyes slightly, but still took the umbrella. “Thanks, Pearlie.”

“Do you wanna dance?” Pearl asked, hoping to distract her while Trixie was off schmoozing the Bloomingdale’s buyer.

“Uh...maybe in a bit,” Katya said. “You know, you don’t have to babysit me. Don’t you have people you need to talk to?”

“Nope!” Pearl smiled, sidling up and leaning against the wall beside her. “I’m all yours.”

“Lucky me.”

“Sure I can’t tempt you with a sip?”

Violet looked over at Jovan, who was grinning at her, her coworker standing in a bright orange suit that he never would have gotten away with if he wasn’t known as the company's kooky designer.

It was kind of him to offer, Violet unable to have a drink of her own unless she was sitting, but there was one glaring impracticality with the arrangement Jovan was offering her.

“I’d rather not share a straw, but thanks-”

“Are you absolutely sure you don’t know anything Chachki?” Bob smiled, him taking a long sip of his own cocktail, the man like a fish in water and as giddy as a child.

“Why would I?”

“Because you’re dating Sutan?”

Bob and Roxy had tried to pry information out of Violet, had tried to make her confess if Courtney was dating Bianca, but Violet honestly had no idea, and most importantly, she didn’t give a single shit about it.

“That doesn’t mean-”

“Lovely eyes!” Violet was cut off at the sound of Sutan’s voice, her boyfriend walking up to the group. “There you are.”

Sutan smiled, pressing a kiss against her temple, and Violet couldn’t help but lean into it, even though she was annoyed with him, the man just leaving her with no explanation when Raja had pulled him aside.

“Mr. Amrull!” Maxwell held a hand out, and Sutan took it, Violet barely keeping from rolling her eyes at Maxwell’s obvious eagerness. Thankfully, Bob had no such qualms, openly making fun of his boyfriend.

“Mr. Amrull,” Bob wiggled his brows, holding his own hand out to shake with Sutan, while staring directly at Maxwell, who blushed all the way to his ears, the red matching wonderfully with his sky blue suit.

“Shut up!” Maxwell hissed, pushing an elbow into Bob’s side, but it didn’t seem like Sutan had noticed, the man moving as close to her side as he could, his voice low.

“I’m sorry I just left.” Sutan looked at her, a genuinely apologetic expression on his face, and Violet felt a little bit of her annoyance melt away, Sutan so incredibly good at making her feel like she mattered to him. “There was a slight situation.”

Judging from Raja’s face, Violet wouldn’t call it slight, but before she had a chance to open her mouth, Bob and Roxy had already stepped in.

“Situation?” Bob looked delighted, while Roxy only did a slightly better job of pretending to be a professional.

“Is there anything we can help with?”

“My sister has it all handled.” Violet saw Sutan put a hand in his pants pocket, his tone clearly dismissive while still being polite.

“So there is a real issue?” Bob’s eyes widened, and he took a step forward, his interest just Bob’s usual curiosity, but for once, Violet felt oddly protective of Sutan.

“Don’t answer that.” She leaned against his side, letting him take a little bit of her weight, telling him that she was there with him. “He loves gossip.”

It was both a warning, and an attempt to lighten the mood, and thankfully, Jovan laughed at her jab, Sutan’s hand coming around her waist and holding her close.

“I can hear that.” Sutan smiled down at her, the warmth and humor back in his eyes, his hand grip tightening in the most delicious way. “Can I whisk you away?”

“Please,” Violet smiled back, her heart skipping a beat. She couldn’t wait to find a place to sit down and hopefully be left alone, but it seemed like life had other plans.

“There!” They all turned at the sound of Roxy’s voice, the receptionist pointing into the crowd at Courtney and Bianca who were walking side by side, their fingers intertwined. “I told you so!”

“Juju,” Raven hissed, sitting down next to her best friend, her heart beating away in her chest. “You are not going to believe this!”

“Believe what?” Juju was sitting at the VIP bar with Detox at her side, Juju is a gorgeous blue gown with ruffles over her bump, the dress almost concealing the fact that she was getting rounder and rounder every day.

“Yes,” Detox chimed in, “Believe what?”

“I am trying,” Raven looked around, desperate not to draw Fame’s attention, the blonde thankfully caught up in conversation on the other side of the room, “not to cause suspicion.”

“Oh?” Detox’s eyes widened, cheshire smirk on his face since the man could smell drama from miles away.

“Raja left me all alone.”

“Really?” Juju raised an eyebrow, “That’s it? I don’t think that warrants-”

“No! You’re not listening. Raja left me, because Bianca is here with someone!”

“So?” Detox sighed. “She has a flavor of the month, how’s that news?”

“This isn’t just any flavor of the month. I didn’t know why I recognized her at first.” In honesty, Raven had been fuming when Raja had left her alone; the only reason she hadn’t kicked up a fuss the fact that there were cameras present and that this was an industry event. “But then I remembered.” It had taken a while, and Raven was pretty sure she wouldn’t have realized who Bianca’s date was if she hadn’t looked so lost. “It’s Fame’s assistant.”

“Oh nooooo…” Juju said, mouth opening wide in horror.

“What?” Detox grinned, his eyes filled with delight. “Oh this...this is a mess I can’t wait to see.”

“Look!” Raven exclaimed, and Juju’s eyes practically bugged out of her head at the sight of Bianca and Courtney walking across the ballroom, straight towards Fame.

Juju grabbed Raven’s arm, squeezing it tight. “Omigod Fame sees them. Omigod omigod omigod…”

“Hey guys,” Raja said, strolling up to the group. “Sorry for leaving, princess, but I had to-”

“I know! We’re watching the drama right now,” Raven said, taking Raja’s arm and pulling her close, making sure she knew that all was forgiven.

“Oh fuck,” Raja groaned, turning away and hiding her head in Raven’s hair. “I can’t look.”

Fame smiled benignly, surveying the party with a pleased expression. So far, everything was perfect. She really had to pat herself on the back for pulling off such an extraordinary event year after year. With Patrick happily chowing down at the buffet, she’d strolled off to admire the indoor forest, the trees huge and impressive, covered with a dusting of glittery white snow. She took a deep breath, turning around--and that’s when she saw them.

Bianca, striding towards her with a smile on her face and a spring in her step, her fingers laced together with none other than Fame’s very own Executive Assistant.

Fame stared at them, gripping her champagne glass, blood rushing through her ears. How dare she?

Fame had told Bianca to stay away from Courtney, less than a month ago, and now, she was bringing her as a date, with no prior warning, to a Galactica party of all places?

Even worse--Bianca then gave her a mildly sheepish, casual little wave. Was she on drugs? That was the only possible explanation for this kind of egregious lapse in judgment.

Fame could see how everyone was watching them, Courtney and Bianca suddenly the focus of the party instead of the decor or the menu or the music she had worked so hard on arranging. Fame hated when her plans didn’t work out, when things took a turn she wasn’t aware of, and yet, it seemed like Bianca hadn’t even had the courtesy to warn her that she was going to be all over the gossip sites tomorrow.

She watched them approach, noting that Courtney, at least, had the decency to look both frightened and apologetic. Well, good. She should be frightened. They should both be frightened. As they got closer and closer, Fame couldn’t help but notice the ring she’d bought Bianca for her birthday glittering on her finger.

Well, if she thought that was going to win her any brownie points after this stunt, she was dead wrong.

Fame painted a big, beaming smile on her face, venom dripping from the corners of her mouth, as she opened her arms to Bianca and crooned out, “Merry Christmas, darling!”

There was nothing on the planet that Courtney could imagine would cause her to let go of Bianca’s hand in that moment, walking across the grand hotel ballroom towards Miss Fame. At first, her face looked shocked, and Courtney's stomach sank, wondering for about the thousandth time today if showing up on Bianca’s arm was a bad idea.

If her death grip on Bianca’s poor hand was causing her pain, she didn’t give any sign of it, simply squeezed her back, murmuring, “Don’t worry, it’ll be okay,” under her breath.

Courtney thought that Miss Fame’s shocked glare was scary, but she was wholly unprepared for how much worse it would be when she smiled, an almost manic grin spreading across her face as she opened her arms to Bianca.

“Merry Christmas, darling!” she cried, throwing her arms around Bianca’s shoulders and giving her a tight hug. She turned to Courtney, voice light and nonchalant, as if this was all totally normal. “Hello, Courtney. How are you enjoying the party, dear?”

“Oh, um…” Courtney found herself at a loss for words. She wasn’t sure exactly what she’d been expecting. Maybe Fame pulling Bianca aside to lecture her like Raja had. Or giving them both irritated looks and demanding that they keep a low profile. But this, casual small talk? She felt dismally unprepared. “It’s beautiful, Shangela really did a great job.”

Fame gave a low, dry chuckle. “Yes. Shangela. Truly a visionary.”

“Well I mean...you know, executing your vision, Miss,” Courtney said quickly, trying to recover from her obvious blunder. Shit.

“It’s as spectacular as always, blondie,” Bianca said, squeezing Courtney’s fingers slightly, reassuring her that everything was okay.

“I’m delighted you think so,” Fame replied in her most honeyed voice.

“This is great,” Detox laughed. “You can literally see the steam coming out of her ears.”

“Shut up, De!” Juju slapped his arm.

Detox couldn’t help it--he enjoyed seeing Fame shaken like this. He’d known her for many years, and generally she was the picture of cool, calm, and collected perfection, so seeing her fury when some small thing went wrong was hilarious. And even better, the fact that she was mad at Bianca, who was normally untouchable.

Over the years, he’d taken more than his fair share of shit for his hair and wardrobe choices, so seeing someone else in the hot seat was delightful. He giggled happily, sipping his cocktail.

“They’re all the way on the other side of the room,” he said. “She can’t hear us.”

“Come on. We both know Fame is basically a bat.”

Detox laughed, shaking his head at his wife’s adorable paranoia, when he saw Sutan approaching the group, Violet hobbling beside him on her crutches.

“Hey Tan!” Detox said, greeting his friend with a hug. He’d always loved Sutan, but they’d become even closer once Karl had moved, the two of them often escaping for a smoke and some quiet time away from the girls.

“Scoot over Raj.”

“Can’t live without your sister?” Detox lifted an eyebrow as Sutan sat down, making room for Violet as well.

“We’re fraternal, not identical,” Sutan put an arm behind Raja’s back, and she slumped back against him. “And we’re not connected at the hip.”

“Coulda fooled me,” Detox joked.

“What’s with them?” Sutan asked, gesturing to Juju and Raven, who had barely acknowledged his presence, their eyes still glued to the drama playing out with Fame.

“They’re obsessed with Bianca’s new trick.”

“Oh. That.”

“Yes, that,” Detox smirked. It was in moments like these when he was extra annoyed about Fame not letting him have his reporters inside the venue, because this would have been a delicious little story.

“I’ve gotta hand it to the little gold-digger,” Raven said, “She might be smarter than I thought.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with sleeping your way to glory,” Sutan said with a chuckle.

“Who says Bianca leads to that?” Raja smirked.

“Well, she certainly leads to better clothes.” Raven threw a lock of hair over her shoulder, “I bet those shoes cost more than that girl’s made in her life.”

“That’s probably true.” Detox smiled, Raven on a bitchy tangent a delight to experience.

“Bianca’s way too generous with these bitches, she should make them work harder for it.”

Sutan laughed again, practically choking on his drink, and said, “Great advice, Rave. Be sure to tell her that.”

“Honestly, she seems like a very nice girl,” Juju said, and off Raven’s scoff, added, “She does! I did her hair about a month ago. But this whole thing is just so…Bianca. In the worst way.”

“A trainwreck,” Raven agreed.

“Let’s go rubberneck up close!” Juju suggested, heaving herself up from the sofa, pulling Raven along with her, who then tugged on Raja’s arm.

“Ughhhh,” Raja groaned. “Do we have to?”

“Come on, come on. We all gotta kiss the ring. May as well be now,” Juju said, beckoning Detox and Sutan along with her, no one noticing that Violet was moving quickly in the opposite direction.

***

Violet had never been Courtney’s biggest fan. Hell, when she found out that she’d shown up on the red carpet with Bianca Del Rio tonight, her first thought had been what an absolutely idiotic move it was, the decision of being so public going against everything Violet had attempted to teach Courtney about blending into the background and being invisible when they still were in Fame’s office together.

However, that didn’t mean she wanted to listen to Sutan and his friends laughing about Courtney. It was incredibly disheartening to hear, not because they called her a trick or a gold-digger, Violet not giving two shits about Courtney’s feelings, but because those words meant there was a risk they were saying those exact same things about her behind her back.

So when they’d all headed over to say hello to Miss Fame, Violet had swung herself off in the opposite direction on her crutches, finding a seat in a relatively dark corner, hoping no one would see her while she took a few minutes to breathe deeply.

“Violet!”

Violet winced, then turned to see none other than Tatianna, who was in a gorgeous golden dress that made her skin glow, her makeup sparkly and colorful, a sweet scent enveloping her as Tatianna gave her a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry to hear what happened to your leg!”

“Hi-” Violet croaked out, desperately hoping she wasn’t blushing as Tatianna sat down next to her, their skirts fighting for space on the small couch.

“I just couldn’t believe it when they told us.” Tatianna’s wide brown eyes were filled with concern, her beautiful lips pursed in empathy. “Like, it happened right there, right in the middle of everything, just, boom!” Tatianna emulated a crashing noise, and Violet wished the floor would swallow her up.

“Thanks for reminding me.”

Tatianna laughed, not at all affected by Violet’s dry tone and sharp sarcasm, the other woman so stupidly pretty Violet swore she was sweating.

“Do you want something? A drink? Some water? I don’t mind getting it for you with your foot and all, the champagne is-”

“I better not.”

“Get more alcohol?” Tatianna grinned. “Me too girl,” she threw her hair over her shoulder, Violet hit with another wave of the delicious scent. “Better not make myself look a fool. It’s so good to see a familiar face. The only reason I’m even at this party is because of Courtney, and she looks...kind of occupied, so I don’t want to bother her.”

Violet had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from rolling her eyes.

“When I asked my agent to get on the guest list, she looked at me like I was crazy. Turns out, she didn’t even know this was happening!”

“Your agent?” This time, Violet did raise an eyebrow. “Aren’t you a model?”

“That’s what I tried to tell her!”

“Wow…” Any good agent worth their salt would know that it was bordering on crucial for newer models to be seen at industry events, and that Galactica was only outdone by Vogue when it came to throwing parties.

“But I guess that’s the life when you’re sighed with One Management.” Tatianna huffed, blowing a bit of her brown hair out of her face, their legs still pressed together. “They’re nice, but they’re not like, fashion fashion,” Tatianna waved her hand, “but they’re the only agency who wanted me.”

“Wait? What?” Violet sat up, not believing what she had just heard. “That’s insane! You’re like, one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever met.”

“Awh,” Tatianna laughed, and if Violet’s ankle hadn’t been broken, this would have been the exact moment she had run away, a blush rising in her cheeks, what she said so beyond stupid. “You’re so sweet.”

Tatianna grinned, leaning in to give Violet’s cheek a kiss, her lips barely touching the skin before she pulled back.

“Thank you so much.”

“I-”

“Oh!” Someone behind her had obviously caught Tatianna’s attention, her hand finding Violet’s arm. “Gotta go! But it was so nice talking to you!” and then, after another hug and a flurry of hair, she was gone, leaving Violet to sit alone, her fingers finding her cheek to touch where Tatianna had just kissed it.

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pennys-th0ughts · 6 years ago

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The Love Letter 💌

Hope you like it Evelyn 💕

It was a grey stormy day and the rain was hitting hard on Derry. The streets were flooded and the water was getting inside the sewers by the storm drains like a thirsty human drinking avidly a glass of the clear liquid. Eventually the rain slowed down but it didn’t stopped. I was covered from the nature rage inside of one of my favorite tunnels, the one facing the main town square. Suddenly I heard a girly voice getting close to my spot, I stepped back so she couldn’t see me down there but I kept my ears on point just to listen her but after some minutes all I heard was the rain drops crashing against her umbrella and nothing more. Then the footsteps walked away and a piece of paper all wrinkled descended through the storm drain hole. Curiosity took over me and I picked it up before the water washed it away to who knows where. I made my best to read what was written on it but the ink was already blur and the only thing I could understand from all the text was a symbol of a heart broken in two halves. My best guess was that this piece of paper was some kind of a letter and the contained message wasn’t good. Someone has broken this girl’s heart – I murmured squeezing the paper again feeling bothered by the situation. I left that place speedily walking with another place in mind: the quarries. Every time I wanted to breathe fresh air I headed there, it was a calm place free from the typical noises of the town and the people who filled each of its corners. I didn’t know why I was upset but something was still annoying me since I read that letter and I needed to clear my mind from it. Once the tunnel I was using to get there ended I looked for the nearest sewer hole to get out.

The sunset was coming to its end and the colors in the sky were turning into a deep uncommon blue. Some crickets began to sing their songs just to ease the heavy silence that the countryside offered most part of the time. The view from the lake at the bottom of this place was stunning, breathtaking. In many occasions when I came here I found people sat at the edge of the cliff, looking at the stars like if they were asking for something, wishes perhaps. It’s something that still intrigues me, making me wonder if those wishes came true in some point of their lives. When I got there my favorite spot was already taken by someone else. I couldn’t recognize who that was but I got to distinguish her by her sobbing. She was sitting on a rock very close to the edge, it seemed she was deeply sad because her crying was constant, like a water drop falling and hitting the same spot over and over. I was watching her, admiring the beauty of her body lines and smelling the delicate scent of her perfume. Standing behind an oak I took advantage of the darkness and the sundry noises the night had, making the most of the minutes spent there. The little burning tip of her cigarette was performing an unsynchronized dance coming and going from her lips to the edge of the rock she was sitting on. When she finished her nocturnal ritual of smoking, she threw the remains to the lake and stood up getting very close to the cliff. There is when I sensed it again, that peculiar smell the human bodies produce when they are afraid of something and that specific part of their brain starts shooting a massive amount of body signals as danger warnings. This girl was terrified and yet she was approaching even more to the void. ¡She is going to jump! – I thought feeling unpleasantly alarmed. She let her shawl fall from her shoulders and then she stepped forward to the emptiness in front of her. Oh, no. No, you won’t – I said and jumped after her not caring if she could drag me with her to an undeserved fate. I grabbed her by her wrist just in time avoiding a quite certain death in the bottom of the lake where she definitely didn’t belong to. She looked at me confused and at the same time very angry for spoiling her suicidal plan. “¡Whatever that thing is you are having in mind, it doesn’t deserve your life!” – I shouted shaking my head negatively. The bells of my sleeves kept jingling merrily like if they were agreeing with what I just said. Fortunately I made her see reason in what she was doing and quickly she asked me to pull her up. Desperate, she climbed the cliff wall like a scared cat, grabbing whatever she had on hand. Once she reached the edge I pulled up with all my strengths, she couldn’t avoid tripping on me and ended up landing on my chest. Both, exhausted because of the effort we put in not falling, remained on the floor for long minutes, trying to catch our breaths. Slowly I started to feel our hearts recovering their pace. “¿Why did you do that?” – She finally spoke not picking her head up of my chest, she was still lying down over me like if I was a big comfortable cushion. “I think no one is important enough to deserve someone else’s life” – was my sincere answer. She remained silent for some more minutes not leaving her place; moreover, she surrounded my face with her little hands and kissed my cheek. That act of tenderness left me bewildered making me blush and smile at the same time. I decided to sit, pressing my back against the rock, and I was going to help her stand up but she grabbed me by the neck and sat on my thighs not letting me go from her hug. She then fixed her blue eyes with mine and began caressing my hair, softly pulling it back with each caress. “I think- I think you should go back home…” – I suggested but she put her index finger on my lips and whispered in my ear: “I'm Evelyn. But you can call me Eve”. Her voice was incredibly seductive and her mouth was a constant invitation to be bitten. Her boldness got me by surprise since I wasn’t expecting such behavior in such little woman but, in fact, it was captivating and also attractive to my nature. “And I'm not going anywhere without giving my savior a reward for saving me” – she began riding my thighs slowly but firmly pressing her private parts against my pelvis. My jaw was literally hanging and without noticing I was drooling all over myself but she didn’t care. Her hips were coming and going in such tasty rhythm that she finally gave me a boner. I bit my lower lip not knowing what to do since it was the first time I was under a woman spell but Eve knew very well what she was doing and she kept doing it. Sweat began to pearl my forehead and some drops fell on my shoulders, the feeling was exquisite but I wasn’t sure if what we were doing was right and at the same time I didn’t want her to stop. I was deeply confused but the warm of her body was slowly blurring my reason until I finally let myself be dragged by the pleasure she was giving me. My eyes were glued to her mouth and every time she licked her lips I felt like an electric wave running down my spine which led me to start panting like a dog. She gently pushed me backwards making me lie down, she took the shawl and making a little pillow with it, she put it under my head. Her hands started looking the way to remove the bottom of my costume but frustration and impatience quickly took over her. “The zip is in my back” – I revealed the secret to take my clothes off with an evil smirk in my lips. Evelyn looked smart and she definitely was. Her slippery hands started massaging my cock and smiling even more mischievously she asked: “I can see the circus is already open, ¿are you not letting me in?” Guess I didn’t need more encouraging words than those. I lift my hips and unzipped my pants quickly. Once she had free way to my private zone she took my dick and began licking it, going up and down and wrapping her tongue in its tip. “¡Ho- holy fuck!” – I growled and instinctively grabbed her pony tail making her go deeper; she seemed fine with it because she kept on sucking and stroking it with more desire even. Then she suddenly stopped making me open my eyes wide. “You never told me your name” – she said pouting but still pumping my cock very slowly. Feeling desperation rising inside me I answered between panting and stuttering: “Pennywise. You can call me Pennywise. Please don’t stop” – I begged. Eve licked the tip of my already sensitive member forcing me to arch my back and let go a hoarse moan. I could feel I was pretty close of cumming and I wouldn’t be able to hold it back longer since some of my fluids had started flowing out without my consent. She wanted to be part of the act so she took her underwear off, pulled up her skirt, sat on me and began riding me while pressing the walls of her pussy so I could feel her completely. She speeded up the swinging of her hips until we finally reached our culminating moment. We were breathing fast as if we were escaping from something but we were actually trying to regain our composure. Then I heard her satisfied voice saying: “The circus will remain closed until further notice”. I couldn’t but laugh heartily and ask her: “I guess you are expecting another show, ¿aren’t you?” She nodded and winking playfully she answered back: “Oh, yes, and I will pay my ticket to be in the first row”.

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icecoldparadise · 7 years ago

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Sheer Witch-foolery

Apparently I have no chill. “I’m gonna do a small funny April Fool’s day fic!” 2300 words later..... literally what happened with TaT. -___- anyways, I guess this is part of the “holiday” series that I intended to do in order (it was screaming to be done now though.) It’s also canon with my Tricks and Treats fic, Day with the Dragon Witch fic, and @sidewritings Say My Name fic (which, with their permission, is canon with DwtDW!) So without further adieu, here’s Sheer Witch-foolery. Pairings: moxiety and logince (I tried not to make it too.. much, as I know some of y’all find pairing them with each other not enjoyable.)

It was a seemingly ordinary spring day in the mindscape, and the four sides were lounging in the living room: Logan was curled up in the plush arm chair, nose deep in a book; Patton was sprawled on the couch with Roman gushing over Tangled; Virgil was perched on the window seat, relaxing as the warmth of the sun spilled over him. The serenity was disturbed when a black raven flew through the open window in the kitchen and dropped a letter in Virgil’s lap, startling him out of his reverie. The others gazed at him curiously as a small smile crossed his lips- the letter was sealed with a dragon stamp. After cracking it open delicately Virgil read the message, then stated, “Lavinia’s invited us to the cave for lunch.” Roman, who had been taking a drink of water, spit out his drink and sprayed the poor logical side in his line of fire. “WHAT?” Logan glared at the exuberant side, wiping his glasses off with a dry part of his polo. “I believe we have been invited to lunch, Roman.” He stated matter of fact, giving a slight huff as he willed his clothes to be dry. Patton jumped up excitedly, clapping his hands enthusiastically. “Well, what are we waiting for, kiddos?! LET’S GO!” Virgil jotted down a quick note saying they were on their way, hastily tying it with a black string and handing it to the raven waiting on a nearby bookshelf.

It swooshed out the window again, delivering the message to the Dragon Witch. She smirked as she read the confirmation. “Excellent. All is going according to plan.” While the quartet got ready and headed to the witch’s lair, she put the final touches on her little surprise. “They’ll regret not remembering the date, won’t they my pet?” She cooed to the raven, gently scratching under its beak. When the men arrived, the scent of warm soup and seasoned meat filled their nostrils, making their stomach growl. Virgil greeted the guards, who cheerfully returned the greeting and led them the rest of the way to the cavern. A large round table filled with food greeted them: creamy mashed potatoes, savory chicken noodle soup and broccoli soup all sat in ceramic bowls, roast beef and ham sandwiches cut in triangles made pyramids on a large platter, and a large crystal pitcher of fresh fruit punch stood in the center of it all. Roman whistled in amazement. “Where did you learn to make all this, Witch?” He asked fondly, making her smile proudly. “I had the villagers lend me some cookbooks, and used my guards as test subjects.” Some of the guards shuddered, remembering her first attempts at cooking. Virgil noticed and chuckled quietly, but turned a warm smile to his friend. “You really did an incredible job, Vinia.” A small pang of guilt shot through the woman as she remembered her plan, but it was too good a prank to let go to waste. She gave them all her brightest smile. “Thank you. It was really all for you guys. Come! Let’s eat- I heard your stomachs growl at the entrance from the back of my lair.”

They all ate, merrily conversating and sharing stories with each other until they were all full and content. Suddenly Patton sat upright, looking slightly ill. “What’s wrong Pa—” Logan began before he too sat up rigidly with a grimace. The other two felt it shortly after: a strange sensation crawled in their bellies, but not as if they were ill. It felt like… “Magic.” Roman whispered. Virgil shot a distressed glance at his friend, who looked quite pleased with herself. “Logan,” she began sweetly, “what’s today’s date?” The logical side responded instantly. “April first.” It clicked. “Lavinia, what did you do?!” Roman demanded. Before she could answer their bodies contorted, not feeling painful but incredibly bizarre and uncomfortable. When it finally stopped, the sides looked at each other in mild horror. Long hair cascaded identically down their now slender, curved backs. Their limbs were slender, hands smaller, hips wider… “We’re… We’re women!” Patton exclaimed, her voice unusually soft and bright. She gasped and covered her mouth, shocked. Logan turned to face the now hysterically-cackling dragon witch. “How long will this last?” She inquired, her own voice higher than usual, but still low and smooth. “Twenty-four hours, my friends. Oh, I forgot!” She said, too brightly. They looked at her warily. “You… Ladies… are expected at a lovely gala tonight! No pants for us ladies here in your creative world Roman.” Virgil gave an anxious whine, her eyes wide with terror. “Lavinia! I don’t know how to dance as a MAN, let alone as a woman in heels and a flouncy skirt!” Her voice came out as a soft, tremoring alto. Lavinia smirked, gently patting the anxious side’s head. “Don’t worry Verge, Roman said he could do anything, even in a pair of heels and a big flouncy skirt.” Everyone turned to Roman, whose heart-shaped face was bright red. “So? That doesn’t mean I actually CAN!” Her voice was still bold and loud, a sweet soprano. “Oh, you can. Don’t worry. I’m not THAT cruel my friends. I made special shoes for all of you that will help you dance when the need arises. Until then, you all are seriously in need of a trip to the Fairy Godmother. Off you go!” She flicked her hands and they teleported to Fairy Godmother’s fashion emporium. A content sigh escaped her lips as she considered the night’s festivities. “Tonight will be lots of fun!”

The Fairy Godmother had just finished reading her reminder from the Dragon Witch about the transformed sides when they knocked on her door. Smiling, she let them in. “Welcome gentlewomen! Roman, always a pleasure to see you.” Taking a good look at them, she chuckled. “It’s a good thing you didn’t make an Evil Queen, Ro, or she’d be after all four of you.” They all blushed; none of them considered themselves fair enough to be “fairest in all the land” but the compliment was still appreciated. “Now then! I have just the things for you ladies. Patton dear, let’s start with you!” One by one, the fairy transformed them from jeans-and-tee-shirt gals (“Nothing wrong with jeans and a good tee, but for a gala we must have flair!” as she put it) to drop dead beauties. Patton came out looking like the embodiment of life itself; a light sky-blue gown with tule off-the-shoulder sleeves swirled around her feet, long brown hair pinned loosely in a braid with flowers laced into the braid. Her make-up was done lightly, creating an ethereal glow about her that emphasized the warm chocolate hue of her eyes. A delicate silver chain with a butterfly pendent added the perfect touch. Logan retained her sophisticated aura, a simple dark blue cocktail dress gently accentuating her curves without being scandalous; her hair was pinned up in a smooth bun with well-placed sapphire hair pins, make-up also simple but elegant and a simple pearl necklace to accent the look. Roman, of course, was bold and dazzling to behold: a vibrant red full skirt ballgown complete with a flashy bejeweled necklace and half-pinned up hair, gold eyeshadow and red lips to match. Virgil took some convincing to come out, but when she did the others gasped in awe. She genuinely looked like a goth princess: her long hair was silky smooth and only partly pinned by a simple purple flower clip, make up done mostly light with her signature black eyeshadow and a touch of dark purple lip stick, and a layered purple and black gown that seemed to flutter slightly as if in a breeze with every step she took. A simple black choker finished the look. Patton’s jaw dropped noticeably at the sight, and while Logan could appreciate Virgil’s beauty found himself irresistibly drawn to the red flower of the group. After giving final look-over, the Fairy Godmother nodded, impressed with her handiwork. “Yes, you four are quite ready for the ball in an hour. Here,” she started, handing them each a square box, “the Dragon Witch left these for you. She said it would correct your ‘two left feet’.” Each box held a pair of shoes that morphed to match the wearer’s outfit. Once situated Roman gave them a quick lesson in walking in heels, and they clumsily tottered out to the carriage Lavinia had ordered for them.

The ride over was full of conversation and quick (sheepish) glances at each other; none of them could deny they made equally gorgeous women as they made men. Virgil couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from Patton’s warm, eye-crinkling smile while Roman couldn’t help but appreciate the calculated elegance Logan exuded. They had finally gotten used to the high, feminine voices (much to their dismay, Roman did in fact take advantage of this many times to burst out into female Disney songs.) When they arrived, they couldn’t help but stare in awe at the amount of colorfully adorned people they would be interacting with. Virgil instinctively hid behind Patton when they got out, who unconsciously offered her hand as comfort. She gladly took it, peering over the lively side’s shoulder in mild terror. It helped getting inside, as people spread out to various parts of the rather large castle. “Well, you men certainly do make lovely princesses.” A smooth voice stated in admiration, instantly causing them to turn and face Lavinia. She was also dressed elaborately, emerald green and black her main theme as the long slender skirt floated fairy-like at her ankles. “You look lovely, Vinia.” Virgil complimented softly, resulting in a warm smile from the dragon witch. “Well, now we can say we got to have a lovely girls’ night out together, yes? Let’s go dance!” Roman had opened her mouth to protest when everyone’s shoes made them move to the dance floor. Virgil and Patton gave a shriek while Roman and Logan managed to keep up with their shoes. A lovely waltz came on, and while a good amount of dashing young men offered to dance with them the quartet stuck together. Patton smiled cheekily and offered her hand to the gothic side. “May I have this dance, mi’lady?” Virgil couldn’t help but laugh, her voice ringing melodiously throughout the hall. “Yes, you may.” Patton’s laugh joined hers, both echoing harmoniously. Roman and Logan watched amused before Logan turned her nervous attention to the other. “R-Roman?” She began, nerves causing her usually smooth, controlled voice to tremor. The fiery side turned to see Logan’s wide eyes and timidly outstretched hand. She blushed slightly before taking it, managing a small curtsey before they began to glide rather successfully across the floor.

While they danced, a waltz both Virgil and Logan recognized began to play. They simultaneously exclaimed, “Oh! I know this one.” Patton looked up at the slightly-taller side, her brown eyes bright with excitement. “Really?! I didn’t know you liked waltz music.” Virgil blushed, avoiding her partner’s eyes. “I use them sometimes to help keep me calm when my anxiety is flaring up.” The emotional side nodded in understanding. “Virge, would you… Would you hum it while we dance?” The nervous side gulped but nodded, her sweet alto voice quietly joining the orchestra. Patton put her head on Virgil’s shoulder, entranced. Meanwhile with the other two had a similar conversation. “You like waltz music Lo?” Roman inquired, genuinely surprised. Logan gave her trademark knowledgeable expression. “Of course, the intricate yet repetitive pattern is quite soothing while I work out particularly pesky problems. This is one of my favorites.” Roman’s eyes lit up hopefully. “Would you sing with the music?” Logan quirked an eyebrow to hide her uncertainty. “I… I don’t particularly excel in song-making Ro.” The creative side pouted adorably, giving the logical side such big puppy eyes it melted her heart. “Oh, alright. I suppose it wouldn’t do much harm this once.” She quietly hummed the tune, swirling around with Roman who was ecstatic to hear the normally reserved side actually humming (and doing so quite well.) The song ended much too soon, as did the night. Before they knew it the clock was striking midnight and the gala was ending. The Dragon Witch had joined them for quite a few dances, making sure to dance with each one before the night was through, so she was with them when it ended. She linked her arms with Roman and Patton. “Not bad for an April Fool’s prank, hmmm?” They all grudgingly agreed. “Yes, it was well played. However, we do need to get home and get some rest Lavinia.” Logan stated, right as Lavinia herself gave a huge yawn. She nodded. “Yes, I do believe it’s time to call it a night. You all will be back to your handsome selves when you wake up in the morning. Goodnight, ladies!” She cajoled before disappearing in a poof of green smoke. The four took similar suit, warping back to the mind palace and into pajamas. They piled into a blanket fort for the night and promptly fell asleep, exhausted from the day’s events.

When Virgil woke up the next morning, he was pleased to note that his body was back to its very masculine form, as were the others. He noticed Patton curled up next to his side and smiled, carefully putting an arm around the sleeping man. Patton stirred a little and peered up at him. “We’re men again.” The heart said sleepily. Virgil nodded. “Yep. Go back to sleep Pat.” Patton turned and cuddled into the anxious side before quietly asking, “Hey kiddo? Would… Would you hum that song from last night again?” A faint blush dusted Virgil’s cheeks, but he nodded again and began humming softly, tightening his arm protectively over Patton and pulling him in closer. Patton smiled and sighed contently, falling asleep to the deep baritone humming the soothing melody.

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