#i fucked that. at the end this bitchy blonde woman came out the bathroom and was like

[autoneurotic]

ok. in case anyone was wondering. 2mg of prazosin coupled with 50mg of seroquil will actually mKe your PTSD nightmares roughly 5 times worse

[zettasserda]

How the Mighty Fall (in love) - (1/2)

Poppy x MC

words: 1,662

rating: m (swearing)

a/n: alright so as i’ve said in the sneak peak, i’m not a writer and when i do write, it’s rarely so bear with me. i had this idea concept of a confrontation between poppy and mc that happens in the bathroom while mc is being already late to kingsley’s class and poppy wants to have some fun with her. 

i hope ya’ll enjoy

Sitting on the toilet and doing her thing, Bea looks around searching for any trace of vandalism. A graffiti here, a renaissance inspired dick drawing there and maybe even a letter plus another letter carved into the wooden bathroom stall - the ultimate modern symbol of love. All of the artistic things she had easily found in at her previous college and grown to love.

She zones back in as she hears someone enter the bathroom, stopping at the sink. Realizing she was done with her thing, she dresses back up and pushes the door open, exiting the stall.

And the person that stands in front of the mirror like on a fucking fashion show, is none other than the Bloody Mary herself. It makes Bea suppresses a shudder, as she approaches the sink.

"I wouldn't want to inhale radioactive particles emerging from your way, villager." Poppy states not even bothering to look at the other girl as she puts her fabulous cherry lip gloss on. Bea rolls her eyes at that, but moves to the next sink in the row. She does a small curtsy in Poppy's direction, which makes the blonde glance annoyingly at the girl's reflection in the mirror.

"Weren't those outlawed in the eighties for being totally lame? I mean, your whole look is so depressing. I may actually be dead right now." The Queen B points the tip of her lip gloss at the new girl's brown sneakers as she gestures at them.

Bea lets out a low hum of disappointment as she turns the faucet on and starts washing her hands, but doesn't ever bother to glance at the blonde.

Her lack of response brought a certain amount of impatience and displeasure on the shorter girl's face, as she taps her foot a few times disapprovingly against the bathroom floor. She checks herself out in the mirror as she starts speaking again.

"Everything about you screams pig mud. It's exhausting to look at you." Poppy pushes, continuing to delicately trace her lips using her favorite beauty weapon. Bea sighs as she finally gives in and pleases the girl with a remark and a question of her own.

"Do you ever get tired tearing other people down?" She prompts the blonde.

"No, not really." Poppy answers nonchalantly as she finally finishes putting her lip gloss on, not before letting out a small pop. There is a short-lived silence between them, until surprisingly Bea cuts the haunting but weirdly satisfying tension first.

"What, no oompa loompas in their Loubuttons following your spoiled ass around today?" Bea throws a curious glance over at the Queen B, wiping her hands with a paper towel nearby.

Poppy glares at the taller's girl reflection on the mirror, shoving the lip gloss in her handbag more hastily than intended. God, this woman infuriated her. Realizing that silence was her only answer, Bea continues pushing and the roles reverse, as they always do. She thrives on testing the other girl, knowing she is the only one who can put her back where she belongs. And it is beautiful and freeing - a great revelation in Bea's life.

"Are they finally aware of the fact that you sleep in a casket and live off the blood of villagers?

She smirks at the blonde after disposing the used paper towel in a trash can, never letting her gaze wander off of the other girl. Bea expects an answer - no, not an answer, more of a snarl, an animalistic growl. She certainly had a lot of training from all that yelling at the poor maids.

"Or maybe they're still chained up at the wall in your hidden dungeon." The new girl folds her arms over her chest as turns to fully face Poppy, lifting her left brow, "When do you take them out for a quick walk?"

This gets her attention, as Poppy turns almost too quickly around to finally lock eyes with Bea.

"Don't be jealous at the fact that I actually do have friends here. And your only known way of making them is snorkeling with Becky the cow in vicious, underhanded local gossip and rolling around in mud." She belts it out like a song and Bea lets herself chuckle at that, because how can she not at the bratty girl?

But the bratty girl doesn't plan on stopping there.

"Also that lame version of Janelle Monae girlfriend of yours is gonna drag your rep down like an anchor to the depths of Freaksville." Bea's sudden smug smile turned cold stare can cut Poppy's petite figure in half, as the blonde only snickers at that motion.

"I mean, how damaged does a girl have to be, to be into someone as annoying as you, Fetus Face." She snorts as she concludes her voiced thoughts.

This fucking girl, both of them think at the same time.

Bea continues staring at her as if she was analyzing a brilliant cut diamond, until she opens her mouth.

"Oh wow, pretty little liar isn't even aware of the fact that her minions don't see her as anything more than a self-proclaimed magnet for popularity and reputation based on levels of fear factor." Bea uncrosses her arms and starts waving her hands in the air as if she was demonstrating a rather unknown history fact to her class. Across from her, Poppy furrows her eyebrows down so hard luckily they don't combust on the girl's face right there.

"What the fuck are you babbling about, treasure trail? They're my friends, they listen to me, they care-" She tries to simultaneously stop Newbie from saying whatever next she had planned and anger-management her way through the girl's sarcastic tone and elaboration.

This time, Newbie doesn't plan on stopping herself.

"Do they really listen to you? Maybe your wallet more? Or maybe you offer some weird sexual fantasies equal to dark fetishes of a sloppy divorced businessman in exchange for a rank level up." She moves a step towards Poppy, who doesn't back down yet, even if she probably wants to vomit at the already close proximity between the two of them. Bea continues pushing, "Maybe the possibility of you throwing a hissy fit when it doesn't go your way which results in somehow expelling innocent students and your so called friends, lingers in their mind every time they look at you, Tinkerbitch."

Poppy seems distraugh as she looks at the brunette hesitantly.

Struck a nerve.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Lumps." She says finally through gritted teeth, after finishing stabbing Newbie with a stiletto in her mind.

Bea decides to do the ultimate move and get up all in the other girl's face as she moves yet another step forward. Now she is standing in front of her, the edges and tips of their clothes almost touching. Their faces inches away as they share the same breath, making Poppy's worst nightmare come true. And Bea's reveling in the feeling.

"Did I struck I nerve? Because make no mistake, Legally Blonde. Every time you open your bitchy mouth to shit on someone for no reason at all except your own dissatisfaction and low self-esteem, you take one step closer to everyone seeing that you are actually pathetic."

Bea doesn't smirk or smile this time after ending her sentence. She gazes down at the girl in front of her with a more sad kind of look. It's pity and Poppy can smell it, making her lower lip tremble in rage.

It takes all of mother nature's willpower and strength not the end the pig girl right in that moment, to take her by her disgusting lice infested curly brown hair and completely destroy her in the academy's meticulously clean bathroom. What a sad death that would be though. For the bathroom's tiles surface, not for the pigsty standing in front of her.

"First of all, your hideous sneakers are provoking me." She composes herself after snapping out of her thoughts, but doesn't back away, "Second, your mustache is thicker than Borat's", she throws a glance at the taller girl' lips and lingers a bit longer than intended before quickly looking up at Bea's eyes again, "so you might want to do something about that." She smiles proudly, thinking of how spot on that reference was on and Bea rolls her eyes at that.

"And third," the blonde continues, "you fucking rustic scarecrow, ship yourself back to Losertown or whatever sad country you came from. You don't know me and you don't know what you're talking about."

Bea doesn't say anything at that. Poppy celebrates her victory.

The taller girl stays mute as she just looks at her curiously for a bit, which unsettles Poppy as her stomach drops a little. Any kind. Then Bea does something that probably almost no one at Belvoire Academy dared to. She glances at the blonde strand of hair on Poppy's forehead that moved there while she was going all berserk with her speech. She casually grabs it between her fingers and softly tucks it behind the blonde's ear.

Poppy blushes uncontrollably at the action as they lock their gaze once again.

"Let me write you a reality check, Ritchy Bitch. Your two apostles? They don't give a fuck about you. Honestly, no one at this academy does." She ends it with a shrug and Poppy hisses, "You don't fucking know anything, you filthy skank." She almost spits at the brunette in front of her, boiling with frustration.

"Do you really think the foundation of a relationship is based on fear and disrespect? How fucking dense can you be?"

"I don't give a fuck about your free lessons on ho-" A hand covers her mouth suddenly which startles Poppy, but keeps her in her place as intended. Dark brown eyes appear even more closer than they were before, as Bea's face was inches apart from the blonde's own.

"I'm talking, shut up." Bea orders and Poppy complies.

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tagging people that wanted to be tagged and shamelessly tagging those who i think might enjoy this fic:

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also happy queen b day!

[theoddcatlady]

Hickey

A great one night stand leaves two things for me: great memories and no strings attached. Bonus points is if there’s no evidence left behind. But sometimes one cannot get lucky enough for that bonus.

“Oooooh, someone got a little action this weekend,” Aisha teased as she slid over to my cubicle on her chair, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

I laughed sheepishly and rubbed my neck, where the still prominently red hickey stood out from my skin, like a proud signal of ‘I got laid’. “Yeah. He got a lil mouthy,” I said.

Aisha laughed and slapped her knee. “Least someone around here is. Who was it? Was it Ben? Oh my god, Chris, it better have been Ben!”

“No, no,” I waved that off, Ben was straighter than a ruler and I was too impatient to try to change that, “some guy I met at the bar. Sexy as hell, name was uh...” I had to rack my brain for a few seconds, “Claud? Or something weird like that.”

Aisha wrinkled her nose. “Not something I’d imagine screaming, but eh, could be worse. What was he like? Appearance wise, appearance wise, I’m not interested in every dirty detail!” She raised her hands as if she expected to be physically bombarded with tales about exactly how big his throbbing dick was.

I had to bite down on my lip to stop from laughing too hard. “Uh, tall. Dark hair. Accent, I think it was Russian... Broad shoulders. Washboard abs. Really standoffish at first but I got him to warm up after a few shots. But yeah, super mouthy. You can’t even see the ones under my shirt, I look like I’m polka dotted.” I rubbed my neck again. “How bad is it?”

“Honestly, it can pass for a bug bite.” Aisha slid back to her desk. “I think I just saw Bianca, act like you’ve been working all morning.”

A good friend knew when to stop gossiping. The time to stop gossiping was when the bitchy boss came into the area and started stalking about like a wildcat.

About noonish, my mouth was dryer than the Sahara Desert. I reached for my water bottle only to find that I’d already emptied it. Super thirsty thanks to the dry ass air conditioning. I groaned and got up to refill it.

“Don’t be slacking, Chris,” Bianca quipped as she walked on by. I pressed my lips together, ignoring the urge to remind her that I could absolutely get up to get something to drink before walking to the bathroom.

Once I was in there, I decided to take a piss too- I’d seriously been downing water all morning.

I just finished pissing when the door opened. I caught sight of Ben walking into the washroom, looking like he’d just been told he had three weeks to live. I zipped up and went to wash my hands. “You look like hell,” I deadpanned.

“My wife just sent me divorce papers.”

Oooh. In my shock I accidentally turned on the hot water too high, burning my hands. I hissed and quickly added cold water. “Ouch. Um… sorry?” I was horrible for these kind of situations. Especially since Ben was ultra fucking sexy. Hard to concentrate on things.

“It’s… I just…” Ben ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t know what the fuck I did wrong, you know man?”

As someone with commitment issues, I could more along the lines of what Ben’s wife was thinking, but I knew that’d be a dick move to bring up. “She’s a bitch if she’s not even gonna try to make it work,” I said as I dried my hands. “You’re a great guy, she’s clearly fucking this up.”

Ben sighed and leaned back, but I caught a hint of a smile on his lips. “Thanks, man. I gotta get back to work… hey, is that a hickey or a spider bite?” His eyes landed on my neck and I cleared my throat and adjusted my collar.

“Former.”

“Nice, er… maybe not nice. It looks really uncomfortable,” Ben walked up to the other sink and splashed water on his face, “I gotta get back to work. Keep the divorce thing on the downlow, kay?” With that, he walked out.

Frowning, I examined the hickey in the mirror. It did kinda look worse than it felt, it actually looked a little… swollen. Weird.

The next morning I stumbled into the bathroom, wondering if there was anything nice I could say to Ben. I like the single and ready to mingle life, I don’t know how people tie themselves down to someone for a more permanent situation.

I stepped into the shower and looked down at my chest.

And then I screamed.

I leaped out of the shower, nearly slamming my dick into the counter. I looked at the mirror, wondering if it was just a trick of the light, but my stomach dropped so hard I felt myself nearly puke.

My chest was covered in what looked like swollen bug bites, bright red and irritated. I poked one and my stomach churned. What the actual shit. I sunk to the floor and touched the one just below my belly button, it looked like Rudolph’s fucking nose. It gave under my harder prods, like an oversized pimple.

I remembered Claud sucking extra hard right about there.

Shit. I had an STI. I was going to die.

The hardest one to hide was, of course, on my neck. Turtlenecks were not my style, but I did not want to show off my ‘hickey’. Aisha rolled over to my desk, her lips pursed in a concerned manner. “Whoa, Chris. What’s with the turtle neck? Getting tired of the hickey jokes?” She asked.

I swallowed. This was humiliating. “Um… yeah, sure. It just gets a lil old. Plus I might be visiting my mom tonight and she still thinks I’m a straight virgin. Can’t have her realizing I got my ass rammed by a hot guy Saturday,” I said, trying to keep my voice level.

Aisha was a good friend, so she knew something was up, but she was also a good friend who knew to back off. She chewed her bottom lip before she nodded. “Okay, okay. I can’t blame you. I’ll lay off too,” She said before rolling back to her desk. Right on time too, Bianca the Vulture was doing her rounds.

I kept my eyes glued to my computer until I got so thirsty my lips started to crack. I could feel blood welling up on the inside of my mouth. I got up and walked to the bathroom to refill my water bottle.

It was halfway full when I felt my neck twitch.

Gasping, I pulled down my collar to reveal the painfully large lump. It twitched again, noticeably, before it began to pulse.

The fucking STD pimple from hell was pulsing in time with my heartbeat.

I couldn’t breathe. I carefully prodded it with my finger and it squirmed. I jerked my hand away and nearly lost my balance. I couldn’t fucking breathe. What the actual shit was wrong with me?!

“There you are!”

Hearing a woman’s voice in the men’s bathroom is really not something you want to hear at the best of times, least when you’re me. And at this moment, I really wanted to tell Bianca exactly what I thought of her stupid bottle blond perm as she strutted in like she owned the place.

She set her hands on her hips as I slowly turned around, keeping the monstrosity of a bump on my neck covered with my hand. “You’ve been in here ten minutes and you’re just primping in the mirror. Don’t think this won’t turn up in your next review!” She shook a finger at me before she wrinkled her nose. “What the hell are you doing? Put your hand down, it’s creeping me out!”

“I’m taking care of something,” I managed to say in a strangled tone, “I think I need to go home, I’m… I’m not well.”

“Bullshit!” Bianca strode up and ripped my hand down, her eyes turning baseball size when she saw the thing on my neck. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck-”

The lump exploded, yellow-green pus covering her face and wide open mouth. For once, Bianca had nothing to say, only to look frantically at the glob that had landed on her fingernail before my neck exploded in excruciating pain.

I collapsed back against the counter, banging my head as it felt like something was pulling on my neck. No, not on my neck. Inside. From the inside of my fucking neck. I couldn’t see it. I just felt it pulling itself from the newfound wound and in a dark blur launched itself into Bianca’s mouth.

Bianca gagged loudly before her eyes rolled back, the veins in the whites popping and flooding her eyes with blood before she collapsed on the ground, writhing like she was being electrocuted. My head felt light, I could only watch as her body twitched a few more times before going deathly still. No breathing. No movement. I blacked out after that.

I woke up on an unknown couch. The place was nice. Super nice. I sat up and nearly cried, black dots swarming in front of my eyes that forced me to lay back down.

“Chris? You okay?”

Ben walked into the room and I swore I was in heaven. When Ben dressed down, he dressed down. Sweatpants, t-shirt. Had a bleach stain on said t-shirt. Not gonna lie- it was fucking hot.

Memories of Bianca’s bloody eyes killed any thoughts of getting turned on.

Ben sat at the end of the couch, those perfect fucking eyes looking at me. He looked so damn worried.

“We found you and Bianca… well, Bianca’s body in the bathroom. Doc says it looks like she had an aneurysm burst. Ticking time bomb. I mean, I hated her, but Jesus, what a way to go. I offered to take you back to my place to keep an eye on you, you might have a concussion and we’ll go the hospital if you feel like you need it.” He reached forward and rested a hand on my knee. “What happened?”

I opened my mouth and made the least sexy gurgling sound imaginable. Fucking kill me.

“I’ll get you something to drink.”

Water! God, water sounded amazing right now. When he returned with a bottle, I drained the thing so fast it was probably embarrassing, water dripping down my chin. I cleared my throat, god. Still so fucking thirsty. “Thanks,” I croaked.

“Good thing I grabbed two,” Ben laughed as he handed me the one he’d taken a sip or two from. I sucked that one down at a more respectable rate, finally feeling a little quenched. I still didn’t sit up though. I learned my lesson.

“I… I think I’m sick.”

Ben’s eyebrows drew together and he leaned forward. “Yeah? What’s wrong?” He said.

God, he was gonna get freaked out. I whimpered as I pulled up my shirt, shuddering once I saw the ‘hickeys’. They’d gotten worse, some starting to turn purple at their tip and becoming cone shaped. Ben gasped and shot back, his face twisted with revulsion. “Fucking Christ! What happened to you?” He breathed out.

I sobbed as I began to pull my shirt back down. “I don’t fucking know, man. I was just… these all happened after…” I felt my nose start to get all drippy. Boy. That was sexy.

Ben stopped me and slowly touched one of the hickeys. It pulsed and swelled. He breathed in sharply, still obviously thinking ‘what the actual fuck?’ but also a little fascinated. “The time you got the hickey?” He guessed.

“Dude, I swear to god, I used protection,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “I’m not an idiot, I’m a fucking gay guy whose uncle died from fucking AIDs… the guy was all over me though. And I swear to god each one of his lil marks he left turned into… these...” I sobbed and covered my face. Ben was going to freak the fuck out. I was fucked.

Again, Ben touched one of the swollen lumps. “I’m not assuming anything, I promise, shit happens… but… what are they?” He asked.

“… This one,” I pointed at my neck, which had been bandaged up when I was out, “Something… something came out of it. And it attacked Bianca. And… and it killed her.”

Ben jerked back much quicker. “Fuck!” He eyed the hickeys again, clearly much more careful. “But… how… that’s not… they’re going to open soon?” He guessed.

I glanced down and saw that the one he’d touched had begun to twitch. I whimpered as I covered it. “Just go, get out of here. I’m fucking dead, man.”

Ben got up, looking ready to run out the front door… before he sat down and started to rub the lump. I gasped and swatted his hand away. “Jesus, what are you doing?!” I shrieked.

“… I mean. I might as well be dead too.”

Ben glanced around the room, his eyes started to seem whimsical. “We’d been married so long. Ten years this November. Highschool sweethearts. Prom King and Queen,” definitely not shocked he was Prom King, “and I was finally bringing up having kids… and she’s gone.” His chest shuddered.

He was crazy. He was fucking crazy. “Come on, Ben, don’t be stupid. Please. You have so much going for you!” Especially with Bianca having kicked it, he’d be in line for a promotion. Morbid way to think about it, but fair, I figured.

“No I don’t.” Ben sniffed and wiped his eyes quickly. “I… I really don’t. And hey, at least this way you won’t be alone?”

Alone.

I didn’t realize that once he’d left I’d be alone. With these fucking twitching lumps that used to be hickeys. And god, I hated being alone. I’d rather have my innards ripped out than be alone. And I’d especially not want to die alone.

I took his hand and sobbed. “God, you’re a fucking moron, Ben,” I said as the lump slowly began to swell.

He nodded before he brought his fingers up and like popping a pimple, squished the largest lump.

The smell of pus and rotten flesh filled the air and I started to gag. What the hell was wrong with me?! How had I not felt pain?! How was I still not in pain!?

The pain kicked in when the thing began to crawl from my ribs.

It was like a worm, a brown worm with yellow stripes lining its side. It probably wasn’t longer than a shoelace and didn’t seem to have eyes. It squirmed out from inside me, my skin making a squelching sound. Its parasitical jaws opened, three teeth from its small mouth extending out. Ben was frozen, staring at that thing.

Then he reached up and petted it.

I could’ve laughed if it didn’t hurt. Ben was petting a goddamn murderous snake-worm parasite that had eaten god knows how much of me. It was fucking crazy.

Instead of trying to rip his throat out though, the parasite seemed to croon, leaning into his touch. It rubbed against his fingers before its teeth set into his finger. Ben screeched as blood started pouring from the stub that was once his pointer finger. The parasite squealed as it crawled from my chest and dove for his stomach.

Ben’s mouth opened in a silent scream as it burrowed in, I caught a glimpse of its fin like tail before it was gone. Ben’s eyes went glassy before he collapsed on top of me… and with his weight he successfully burst all of the remaining hickeys on my chest.

I screamed as the parasites erupted from my skin and punctured through Ben’s, Ben’s eyes going blank as they chewed right through his shirt and into his skin. One bit through his neck and blood spurted onto my face. I cried and clung onto the couch and squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for things to become dark and for me to finally just fucking die.

But that didn’t happen.

I didn’t lose consciousness. I didn’t start to go numb. Everything remained as sharp and painful as when it first started. And even though I thought I was stuck to a dead guy, Ben was just as alive as I was.

It must’ve been hours after it first started when Ben finally seemed to come back to life. He gasped and tried to pull back, only for the worms connecting our bodies to screech and their bodies to go taut. Ben cried out and fell back on top of me.

“… I think they’re eating me,” He gasped out.

I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. “I’m… I’m fuckin sorry, man,” I whimpered.

Ben’s bloody hand reached up to my face and stroked it. “… Not your fault,” He groaned before passing out again.

Outside grew dark. I felt tired. Ben kept drifting in and out. I knew we had to die soon.

Then two of the worms flopped from our bodies and scooted to the door. No! I whimpered and reached for them as they squalled and made their way out of the house from underneath a crack in the door.

“What happened?” Ben slurred.

I cried. Not more people. Not more people.

The two returned back hours later, this time through the window. They had to break it, the shattering of the glass making me jump and the parasites complained about how they were jostled about. The two who returned were much fatter now, and as they squirmed in through holes in my ribs I felt something tear into my stomach.

And then I felt… better.

Ben clearly felt the same effect. He blinked and looked around, even a little color returning to his cheeks. “The fuck?” He muttered.

I reached up and gripped his bicep, pulling back as much as our torsos would allow. Our skin was flayed out, the holes passages between our bodies as the parasites dived in and out. Their squeals grew musical, like they were singing a song.

I laughed.

“They’ll… they’ll take care of us, Ben. We’re their home now. They’ll take care of us.”

[imagineredwood]

***You’re a little bitchy in this since the song says she’s cold hearted. So I kinda took that vibe and went with it while still keeping it playful and involved with the soa life 💋***

You scrunched up your eyebrows as you opened the bathroom door to hear knocking at your door. Glancing over towards the clock, you saw it was working in nearly 1 am. Tightening your robe around your body, you ran your fingers through your still wet hair. Maybe you had left something in your dates car. You’d spent the night out together and he’d just dropped you off back home. Something must have slipped out of your purse when you weren’t watching.

You walked up to the door and didn’t bother to really check who was there. You and Kozik had been broken up for months and the threat of being associated with the Sons was nearly gone. So you were more than surprised to find your blonde ex standing outside, looking just like he did the last time you’d seen him. You eyed him for a moment before finally speaking.

“What do you want Kozik?”

He shrugged softly and leaned against the doorframe.

“Just stopping by to check on you. See how your day went.”

You nodded and relaxed a little, leaning against the doorframe as well and watching him.

“It was fine.”

“How was your date?”

You straightened up at his question.

“How’d you know I was on a date?”

He shrugged again and out his hands in his pockets.

“I was passing through main street. By the diner. Saw you and that asshole you’re with eating.”

With a roll of your eyes, you smirked.

“And what exactly makes him an asshole?”

“He ain’t right for you. He can’t take care of you like I can. Fucker probably can’t take care of himself, let alone you too.”

You chuckled and tilted your head as you looked at him.

“And what makes you think you can take care of me?”

“The fact that I did it for 2 years.”

His answer was cocky, but you knew he had every reason to be. It was the truth. You’d been together for two years, him protecting you and doing what he needed to to keep you safe. It wasn’t enough though. In order to be a good Son and keep you safe, he had to be away. Whether it was on a run all the way in Tacoma or only 15 minutes away at the clubhouse, he wasn’t home as often as you’d wanted and the lack of attention had slowly worn a dent into your relationship until your feelings of neglect pushed you to want to leave him. And so you did. You stayed single and enjoyed the nights of hanging out around in the surrounding cities, not a care in the world about lockdowns as you partied and lived. But a certain someone had caught you eye and you’d been dating for the last couple of weeks. Apparently Kozik was already aware of this though.

“I took care of you and you know it. I may not have been there all the time but when I was, you loved it. And you loved me.”

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and and stood up straight, his usual cocky look coming to his face as he pushed his way inside. You could’ve stopped him if you wanted to, but you didn’t. You both knew that. So he walked in and closed the door behind him, your arm crossing over your chest as you watched him.

“You always felt safe with me. You knew I would always protect you. You knew I’d never let anything bad happen to you, not while I was there. He doesn’t make you feel like that. I’ve seen him. Kid couldn’t hurt a fly.”

He smirked and took a step closer to you, looking down at you as he came face to face.

“Guaranteed he can’t fuck you like I do either. Can’t take your breath away the way I can. Definitely can’t make you come as hard as I can.”

He put his hands on the bow tied on the front of your robe, pulling at one of the ends gently and making it come undone. The front of it opened and exposed the valley between your breasts, down your tummy and the front of your black panties. With his thumb, he pushed one side of the robe away slightly, just enough to expose your breast, your nipple poking out. He didn’t miss the opportunity to rub the pad of his thumb against it. A shudder ran through you at his touch, one you hadn’t felt in a long time. He gently ran his thumb in circles over the little bud.

“I know you babe. Better than anyone. I know your body. I know what you like. I know that you’ll give that little gasp if I just,”

He swiped his thumb over your nipple firmly and chuckled as you gave the exact gasp he was expecting. He could hear it in his head and felt a swell in both his heart and his pants as he heard it again in real life after so long. He did it a couple times more before leaning forward and crashing his lips against yours. He gripped your shoulder with his other hands and pushed the robe from your body, the fabric falling to a heap on the floor at your feet. He put his hands on your waist and pushed you backwards slowly, his mouth still on yours. Your back hit the counter and he gripped your waist again, spinning you around and bending you over the top.

“You know damn well he can’t take care of a woman like you. He may be nice, but he ain’t enough of a man to handle you.”

With one hand on your back holding you down onto the counter, the other gripped onto the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs, his lips kissing down along your spine. You could hear the jingling of his belt as he unbuckled it and began to pull his pants down.

“Taking care of you is my job.”

With that, he kneeled down behind you, his face level with your pussy. He left a small kiss on the cheek of your ass, his hands coming to grip them as he leaned forward and began kissing along your lips from behind. He let his tongue slip out and leave a long lick along your slit, one of his hands going down to stroke himself. His tongue pushed its way passed your lips and ran softly along your clit before he used his free hand to spread you open obscenely. He pointed his tongue and buried it inside you, your eyes slipping closed and your mouth slipping open at the sensation. He chuckled softly against you as you moaned, the vibrations making you throb. You whined and whimpered as you laid there, your hands reaching to grasp for something as he licked you. Kozik could feel the desperation radiating from you and had mercy, leaving one last kiss agains you before he stood up, gripping onto his cock and beginning to line it up with your opening.

“I’ll show you how you need to be taken care of. Remind you who’s the one that you belong to.”

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Thunderbirds    Chapter 19

 T/W:  I wrote it, so there’s language and references to people touching other people’s bathing suit zones. And drinking.

      “Wake the fuck up Shan.”

      Jared gave the end of the bed a hard kick and I started to think I was stuck in the worst Groundhog's Day ever.  But this time there was no doubt about whether I had sobered up yet; I was still thoroughly drunk. After the shower, trying to sleep off the whiskey and the shitty day, I had passed out in my boxers.  Judging by the state of my head that hadn't been that long ago. I stuck my head under the pillow and was about to tell Jared to get lost when I heard a giggle. Fucking hell.  I was blind drunk and in my underwear and there were obviously people in the room. I grabbed a pillow and pulled it into my lap as I sat up.

  “What the fuck Jared.  Haven't you done enough damage for one day?”  He was standing next to my bed with two pretty women who were probably even drunker than I was. There was a brunette in tight jeans and a cut-off t-shirt and a blonde in a skintight blue dress. They were hanging on him and giggling, and all three of them seemed to be swaying just a little bit.  I wasn't sure if that was my head or if was them.  

   “Is this him?” the brunette asked.  “He's hot.”

  “This is him,” Jared answered, and that time I'd swear he was actually swaying.  “Girls, meet my brother Shannon.  Shannon, this is Amy,” he said, gesturing to the brunette “And, uh....” He paused while looking at the blonde.  She just kept giggling and waited for him to remember her name.  “Kristin? No Kirstin!” he finally said triumphantly.

  Kirstin sat down on the bed next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. “Jared told us all about what that awful girl did to you,” she said, running her hand up and down my arm. I wonder what that story looked like when Jared told it. I gave him a nasty look but he just shrugged it off.    “So, we came to help cheer you up.”

   Amy sat down on my other side and kissed my shoulder.  Oh for fuck's sake. I tried to clear my head. I knew this was just piling one bad decision on top of another, but that was easy to do when bad decisions got delivered to you like room service. I turned to tell Kirstin that maybe this wasn't the best night, but just like that someone's tongue was in my mouth and someone else's hand was in my boxers and I figured if I couldn't drink away the misery maybe I could fuck it away.  It wasn't like I could be unfaithful to a woman who was engaged to someone else right?  I dropped the pillow and grabbed hold of Kirstin, the one with her tongue down my throat.  As I pushed her back onto the bed I heard Jared close the door behind him.

   When I woke up again at least it wasn't to Jared kicking the fucking bed. But then again I was realizing I wasn't in a bed, I had passed out on the floor at some point and now had a mouthful of hotel carpet.  I sat up to see Amy and Kirsten balled up together on the bed.  The ringing in my head and the shitty way I felt on seeing them told me my little plan to distract myself had failed spectacularly.  I got up and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get rid of the taste of whiskey and self-loathing.  Odd how often the two went together.  

   I woke the girls up and told them in no uncertain terms it was time to go.  They were too hungover themselves to protest much and soon I was locking the door behind them.  I climbed into the hot shower and stood there until my skin was almost raw, wishing I could just crash back into bed and sleep the day away.  But it was getting late, and it was a wonder no one had been to my room to get me up already.  We had interviews and sound checks scheduled and I needed to get something on my stomach.  I dressed and headed down to the hotel restaurant.

   The guys were already there, although it looked they had mostly finished eating. Their plates hadn't been cleared yet and there was a basket of biscuits sitting in the middle of the table.  I took one as I sat down and laid my head on the table while I waited for my coffee.

   “How was your night?” Jared asked with a snicker.  I didn't even bother acknowledging him.  He had his laptop out but was he was talking to Matt.  While I ate my biscuit I got an idea.

   As soon as I finished my coffee I grabbed Jared's laptop and headed to the small guest office facilities off the hotel lobby.  I hooked the laptop to their internet connection and opened a web search.  I had been feeling like I was two moves behind whatever chess game Jared and Jane were playing but it was time to catch up.  I entered Jane's name in the search bar.  

   Most of what came up was reviews for her new book (overwhelmingly positive, and from the little I had gotten through yesterday, well deserved) and references to some anthologies she had put together and published.  This was nice, but not helping.  With a little twist in my gut, I typed the word 'engaged' after her name and started a new search. Now I had his name: Angus McArdle.  One more search and a whole new picture emerged. No wonder Jane hadn't wanted to tell me about the guy.

   As far as I could tell, the whole “foreign correspondent” thing was just some sort of hobby.  Good ol' Angus was the son of some rich hoity-toity Australian family and from the looks of things his actual job was jetting about to private islands or showing up at fancy events in tuxedos with elegantly dressed women on his arm.  The term 'millionaire playboy' would not have been a stretch.  There were older pictures of him with a few models and some Aussie actress I had never heard of, but there were pictures of Jane there too. The older ones mostly referred to her as “unnamed female companion” or “unidentified lady friend” but the more recent ones identified her by name as his fiancee.  He was apparently quite the catch. Rich, handsome, well-educated, from a good family, and Jesus, how tall was this guy? I swear he looked like was about 6'3”.  He was like the anti-Shannon.  If this was what she was into now I was done for.

  Jared came into the office as I was scrolling past pictures of Mr. Perfect and Jane sunning themselves on a beach in Bali.  She had on the tiniest little black bikini and she looked amazing.  Even better than when I had known her in L.A..  But I guess she was quite the catch herself.  Even if she hadn't known it at the time, I had realized that first night that she was out of my league.  The years had just proven me right.

  “What the fuck are you doing bro?” Jared said from behind me.  I just kept scrolling.  Jared reached over and closed the laptop.  “Well, at least you see what you're dealing with now.  Left you pining away while she scrounged up a sugar daddy.”

    I really did not want to deal with more of Jared's bullshit today. “Really? That's what you took away from that?”

  “Joke will be on her the first time someone leaks pics of him and his mistress on that same beach,” Jared said disdainfully.  

   I whirled around in my seat.  “Okay man, what the hell is your deal with Jane all of the sudden? You haven't mentioned her name in probably a year, and now you're being all nasty about her.  Why do you even care? What is actually going on here?”

  “She's shown her true colors, Shannon." he said.

   “By getting married to a great guy?”

  “Yeah, I'm sure it's true love," he sneered.  "Couldn't possibly have anything to do with the expensive vacations or that huge rock he put on her finger or the house he's building her.  She'll do what it takes to get what she wants.  That should have been clear to you when she slept with you to get to me.  But for some reason, you don't see her for what she is.  I thought you'd come to your senses eventually but you're just as bad as ever.”

  “She's right.  You're still not over her picking me over you. I didn't think you even liked her that much.”

   “I am over it, it's not about that.  I didn't care about that two-faced little bitch then and I don't now.”

  “She's not who you think she is Jared.”

  “Maybe," he replied, "but she's definitely not who you think she is either.”

   I rubbed my hand over my face.  I was suddenly so tired of all of this. I just wanted to go back to two days ago when I was just fine with my fucked up life.  Better than fine. I was enjoying every minute of it.  Screw Jared and screw Jane.  I was done with all of this.

   Two weeks later I was asleep in my bunk when my phone rang.  Groggily I answered.

  “Shannon? I'm sorry if I woke you. It sounds like I woke you.”

  Shit. “Jane?” She was the last person I had expected to be calling me. I really didn't think I'd ever hear from her again. She must have kept my number when I called her the first time.

  “Yeah, it's Jane. How are you?” There was a pause on the line before she continued.  “I was hoping you would call again.”

    She was hoping I'd call again? After I made an ass of myself the last time and made her cry? “Why?”

  “What do you mean why?” she replied.  I could hear the confusion in her voice. It didn't slow me down any.

   “Why did you want me to call? Everything in your life is perfect. I'm just a speck of dust so far in the rearview mirror I'm surprised you still remember my name.”

  “What the hell, Shannon? Did you just wake up really bitchy? Because I remember our last conversation sounded a whole lot different.”

   What the fuck was I doing? She called you, Shannon.  She called you. Fucking talk to her.  “Yeah, maybe."  I took a deep breath and started again.  "What's up, Jane?”

   “I just wanted to talk to you.”  For the first time, I heard the tone of her voice.  She sounded tired and a little sad.  “Tell me what you're doing.”

   We were only a few sentences in but this whole conversation was giving me a weird feeling.  I didn't know what to tell her.  I couldn't imagine what she wanted.  So I just answered her question. “Sleeping.  I'm on the bus and I was sleeping.”

   “Oh. I'm sorry.”  She definitely sounded down.  I wondered what was actually going on.  “Should I let you go?”

   I peeked my head out of the curtain to see if it looked like anyone else was listening but I was the only one back in the bunk area. “No.  I'm up now.  It was just a nap. How are you?”

   She sighed.  “Exhausted.  This whole leg is really over scheduled and I'm not sleeping and I really need a day off.”

  Showing all the conversational finesse of a toddler I went straight for what I thought was her weakness.  “Why aren't you sleeping?”

  Silence. There was a lot of silence in my conversations with Jane, but I think more was said in those silences than the actual words. “Stress, I guess,” she finally answered but I think we both knew better.  “I thought I understood what I was in for with this book tour, it sounded like the most boring thing ever but I'm so tired and lonely.”

   I hadn't thought about that.  I had Jared and the guys but who did Jane have? “Isn't there someone traveling with you?” I asked her.

   “No. There's a host that meets me in each city that picks me up from the airport and drives me to things but other than that I'm on my own.”

   “I bet you miss Angus,” I said, trying not to sound too bitter.

    “I'm used to him not being around much,” she said. “I miss Roger but I'm kind of used to him being gone all the time too.”

   I hadn't even asked what he was up to.  “How is Roger? Where's he gone to all the time?”

  “He's good.  He's been working in Europe a lot.  Trying to decide what to do next. He's been really smart with his money from the beginning so it's not a huge deal but he's getting a little old for the runway stuff and it's all bound to slow down for him soon.”  

  Again there was silence. The gulf between us was huge and although I think we both wanted to close it I don't think either one of us had a clue how.  “I read your book. It was really good.”  

   “Oh. Thank you.” She didn't sound very excited.  “Did you guys play last night? How was the show?”

  “Great. Really great crowd.”  This conversation was going nowhere.  I took a deep breath and jumped back in.  “So, I looked up Angus.”

   “Oh good lord....” Jane mumbled.  But I had already walked through the door, I wasn't going to quit now.  

   “I see why you didn't want to tell me about him. He's quite the catch Jane.  Well done.”

  “Shannon I don't know what you think you know, but trust me...”

   I thought about what Jared had said. I wondered if he was the one that had the real handle on this situation. “So you're just going to follow him around and write, huh? Seems to me I made you a similar offer.  I guess mine didn't have enough zeros behind it.”

  “That's not how it is.” Jane's voice was tight, clipped.  “I knew you would start making assumptions.  That's the only reason I didn't tell you more about him.”

  “Then tell me how it is Jane.  I want to know.”  I did.  If she was happy, in love, I wanted to know.  I wanted that for her.  But if it was anything but, I felt like I needed to know that too, even if the truth was ugly.  I just needed to understand.

   “We met at NYU,” she finally responded.  “We sat next to each other at a Saturday writing workshop.  The workshop was terrible but we got to talking and just hit it off.  We started seeing each other for lunch a few days a week, then hanging out together more and more.  We were just friends.  We took a few vacations together, he brought his girlfriends along on some of them, I took a guy once.  He took me back to Australia to meet his family.  All as friends.  For years.”

   I silently wondered if she had just been biding her time, waiting for a chance to get her hooks into him.  Jared was getting into my head. She continued.  “About two years ago it changed, but it was really just a friends with benefits thing.  There was no romance, just...”

  “Fucking.” I filled in the blank she was unwilling to.  She didn't acknowledge me.

  “Eventually though he started to want more.  Started taking me out on proper dates, wanted to refer to me as his girlfriend.  But....”

   The silence again.  I hoped the blank that needed filling in here was that she was still too hung up on me but I was too chicken to say it.

   “I went along with it for a while.  I really did like him, like I said he's a great guy.” And then she said it. “But I was still too hung up on you.  I think all along I had just been waiting for the day I turned a corner and there you would be.”  I heard the catch in her voice that by now I knew meant she was about to start crying. Jane had always been a crier, she was a soft little marshmallow that wore her heart on her sleeve.  I felt like dirt.  How could I have ever thought she would be capable of the things Jared was accusing her of? Deceit on that scale seemed way beyond her. “But it never happened.  And here was this great guy, who was just crazy about me, who wanted more.  I figured fate needed a little help.  But I didn't have any way to get to you.  I thought maybe I could show up where you guys were playing one night, wait around with the groupies, maybe somehow get your attention.  But when I looked online....”

  Yeah, we both knew the next part.  I hoped she wasn't going to say it again.  “He ended up getting pretty serious.  And his family was pressuring him to settle down, they were getting tired of the gossip column items.  They would have liked me better if I came from a more well-to-do background, but they liked me a lot better than his other girlfriends. So we decided to get married.”

   This was ridiculous.  “Jane,  nowhere, in any part of that story, did I hear “and I just fell so in love with him”.  You didn't answer me when I asked you the last time either.  You are not in love with him at all, are you? Do you know how fucked up that is?”

   I heard the sniffles on the other end of the line.  Yeah, she was definitely crying now.  I waited for her to compose herself and answer.  It took a long time.  “I love him as a friend.  He knows I'm not in love with him.  He just doesn't know why.”

   I could feel the lump in my own throat.  I swallowed it down and summoned up the courage to ask.  Please let her answer be the one I need to hear.  “Why Jane?”

   I listened to her crying while my heart stuttered wildly.  Maybe this wasn't over after all.  I had lost all hope after my internet sleuthing attempt, I didn't think there was any way I could compete with this guy, but maybe I didn't have to.  Maybe he was the one that had to compete with me.  “Why Jane?”

  “Because I'm in love with you.  Still.  Probably always.”

    Yes! I felt like I had just scaled a mountain. “Then don't marry him. Fuck, Jane.  I'm telling you I still love you.  I'm telling you I want to be with you.  You just admitted you're in love with me.  So what the hell are we doing?”

   She stayed on that line crying, not answering, for at least a good ten minutes.  I was not about to hang up or give up though.  I held the line and waited.  

  “Where are you?” she finally asked.  “I've lost track.”

   I had no idea.  I leaned out of the bunk and yelled towards the front of the bus.  “What's the next stop?”

  “Tonight is Boise,” Tomo answered.  

  “Apparently Idaho,” I told her.  

   “I'm in Texas.” she laughed.  “I guess even broken hearts are bigger in Texas.”

   She really hadn't given me an answer.  “What does that have to do with anything?”

   She had stopped crying but her answer was so quiet, she sounded even more fragile.  “I don't know how to get out of this Shannon.  I don't know what to do. This wedding is a big deal...”

   “You call him up and you tell him the wedding is off.  That's how you get out of it.”

   “No one is going to understand.”

   “It shouldn't matter.  Either you love me or you don't.”

  “Indianapolis is in 10 days.  I'll figure this out.  I promise.”

   The silence settled in again.  I wasn't sure what she meant by figure it out.  I didn't understand how she could tell me she loved me and marry someone else.  None of this made a damn bit of sense. I needed to see her, and I didn't want to wait 10 days to do it.  

  “Where are you next?” I asked.

  “Nowhere near where you guys are going to be and I don't have any off days until the beginning of July.  Indianapolis is the 5th.  That's the best we can do.  But I will be there, I promise."  She got quiet again. "Shannon if I'm going to tank my whole life for you, you damn well better be sure that's what you want.”

   I hadn't thought about it like that.  I hadn't thought about her side of things much at all. Being married to a guy who was a good friend, who was crazy about you and could give you the things Angus could really wasn't that bad of a deal.  I guess I could see why she might have agreed. Was I just going to fuck her life up like I did my own? Everything I touched seemed to fall apart.  It hadn't been that way with Jane though.  I thought with her I could make it all work.

  “I'll be sure.  You be sure too.  Don't do this if it's not what you want.”

   Once again the phone conversation ended with the promise of that meeting. “I'll see you in Indianapolis Shannon.  I hope you have a great show tonight.”

   I held the phone for a while after she hung up.  I knew I needed to get my head straight, get my shit together, and I had 10 days to do it. One thing I knew for damn sure.  I wasn't going to tell Jared about any of this.

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[artificialqueens]

E.V.O.L - Chapter 3 (Trixya) - VicThirteen

A/N: Writing this fic I found out that I can’t write anymore? lol It’s taking me so long to put this idea into words, and it ends up being shorter than I expected, but I hope you like it. Thank you to everyone that reads and leaves a nice comment <3

Chapter Three – A human vulnerability

Saturday morning Trixie and Kim were woken up by someone banging on their door. The blonde got up, cursing whoever woke her before noon, and opened the door to reveal Pearl. The skinny girl held three cups of coffee on a tray with one hand and a bag of croissants on the other.

“Hello, bitch!” she said raising the bag, making Kim get up instantly. Trixie gave her a low hello, rubbing her tired eyes and closing the door after she had come in.

“Even though it seems like my friends don’t love me anymore, I still love you, so here” Pearl offered the coffees to the other two, sitting next to Kim on her bed. “Now will you tell me what is this bullshit that you two go to a party at Katya Zamolodchikova’s house and I don’t get invited?”

Trixie rolled her eyes and sipped her hot mocha. “It was a last minute thing” she explained. “Besides, Katya told me to invite Kim. I’m still new at my job, you know? I can’t just ask my boss if I can bring another friend to her house.”

“Calm down, bitch, I was just messing with you!” Pearl laughed and adjusted herself to sit more comfortably among Kim’s plushies. “Now, seriously, repay me for these coffees with some tea. Tell me everything.”

Trixie wasn’t sure what to say. She hadn’t told Kim yet about what had happened in Katya’s room, and she didn’t know if she wanted to.

“Well, to begin with, Katya is actually as cool as Trixie said” Kim started. “And also she and Trixie have the hots for each other.”

Trixie almost chocked on her coffee and Pearl gasped. “What?!” The two exclaimed together.

“Oh. My. God. Trixie, did you seduce your famous boss in two weeks? I’m proud, girl” Pearl teased with a malicious smile.

“Fuck off! I don’t know what you’re talking about. What the fuck, Kim?”

“Girl” Kim turned her whole body to Pearl’s direction, ignoring Trixie’s defensive protests. “We were there up until, what? Three in the morning? These two bitches didn’t stop talking to each other for a minute. But, like, not casual talk. The kind of thing where they wouldn’t look anywhere else but the other’s face, and when they laughed they would lean on each other. You know?”

Pearl had her mouth open, looking at Trixie with a face that said You filthy liar, shame on you.

“And…” Kim continued and Trixie’s stomach turned. “Before we left they had disappeared into a room for, like, almost an hour.”

The two girls now looked at Trixie with accusatory eyes and a question in the air. Damn Kim Chi with her fucking observant eyes and her huge ass mouth. Trixie had no idea she and Katya actually acted like that around each other. Was she acting like a fucking teenager with a crush? Ugh, fuck Katya and her goddamn charm.

“She showed me her collection of weird jewelry” she tried to play it cool. “She’s actually very weird, to be honest” she said with a dismissive tone and took a sip of the coffee. “I mean, yeah, she’s hot. But, like, have you seen her clothes? And she won’t shut up. Total boner killer. There’s no way I could crush on someone like her.”

Why was she feeling like she just left a puppy in the middle of a road and drove off? Why did it feel so wrong to talk shit about Katya, even if she couldn’t hear? Even if it wasn’t true…

Pearl laughed and Kim just shrugged. The blonde girl leaned forward “I’ve heard that she’s kind of a slut”.

No, she’s not. “Probably, who knows.”

“Didn’t she, like, fuck that singer… Alaska? And totally ruined her marriage? And then it seems like Alaska loved her and she didn’t give a fuck and left her. It was kinda horrible.”

Lies. Katya is a good person. I don’t care what happened before. “It wouldn’t surprise me” Trixie let out a bitchy laugh that made her own ears burn. It felt bad to let people say these things about Katya. But she knew that if she showed her friends how much she liked the older woman, she was never gonna have another day of peace.

Kim didn’t laugh along like Pearl did. Instead, she sighed “Whatever. I know what I saw and I think you’re full of shit”. She got up and walked to the bathroom. Trixie felt her heart sink a little more.

–

The whole weekend was filled with jokes and teasing comments regarding Friday night. Trixie got back at Kim by telling Pearl about Naomi, a model Tatianna had brought with her. She was tall, slim body, super stylish and so nice. Kim clicked with her the moment they got introduced to each other, and they talked for all the time Trixie had spent with Katya. The two friends insisted that Kim was attracted to her and should ask her out, but Kim just told them to go fuck themselves. “Or Katya, in your case” she added, smiling at Trixie.

On Monday, Trixie’s class got dismissed early, since now they were supposed to work on their final projects and there wasn’t much left for classes. She had her tap shoes with her, ready for some practice, but, when she saw the dance classroom filled with other students, she didn’t have the guts to do it. Instead, she decided to head for work early. Before she got there, she stopped by a cute café near the studio and grabbed two drinks – one mocha for her, and a black unsweetened coffee for Katya.

So she knew how Katya liked her coffee. That was natural, since she was her assistant – even though Katya never actually told her that, she just remembered what she got every time. But was she trying to impress her boss? Or was it her favorite ego-boosting game? Now she knew Katya was attracted to her, she couldn’t help but fuel those feelings, even if she had no intention to act on them any time soon. She just loved to feel wanted more than anything in the world.

When she entered the white building, the first thing she saw was a desperate Phi Phi O'Hara running towards her.

“Trixie! Thank God you’re here!” the small girl carried a plastic folder filled with papers. “Can you please take these to Katya? They’re the first draft of the exhibition’s plans. It’s her copy, she can keep them.”

“Okay” Trixie said hesitantly, lifting her right elbow slightly so Phi Phi could tuck the folder under her arm, since her hands were busy with the coffees. “Can I ask why you look so relieved to not do it yourself? Weren’t you, like, Katya’s biggest fan?”

“It seems…” Phi Phi looked around uncomfortable, her eyes stopping for a second on Tatianna, before looking back at the blonde “Katya doesn’t like the fact that I’m a fan. I think I was a little too excited on the day of the interview. She’s not very into being… recognized, I guess”.

“Oh” Trixie thought back to the day she got hired, Katya’s face when she mentioned the blue haired girl to Tatianna. “Well, you should relax. She hired you for a reason, right? That means you belong here. And if you talk to her you’ll see she’s just as cool as you and me, but a little weirder. And prettier.” The last part came out before she could think about it. Luckily, Phi Phi just smiled and thanked her before going back to her work.

Trixie greeted Tatianna and, before she could reach the stairs, the brunette called her name. “Trixie, honey, just so you know, Katya has company. I think they’re in her atelier. I don’t think it would be a good idea to interrupt, okay?”

“Okay.”

That sounded like trouble. Trixie got to the first floor and stopped for a second. Across from Katya’s office was another wooden door that led to her private atelier. Trixie had only been there a couple of times, mainly to bring her boss any supplies, but Katya usually worked there by herself. The young girl stared at the door for a second, imagining what was going on behind it. That goddamn butterfly was back inside her stomach, more agitated than ever.

Trixie turned and got into the office, placing Katya’s coffee and the folder Phi Phi gave her on her boss’ desk, and went to sit on her own – a little white desk with a cute blue chair Katya had gotten her on her first week. She sipped her drink and looked at the clock. How was this gonna be? Katya asked her out, sort of, the last time they saw each other. Was this gonna be awkward? Should she say something about it or just pretend like nothing happened? She organized her entire desk two times, finished her coffee, and looked at the clock again. Half an hour had passed, meaning Katya’s coffee was definitely cold and, whoever she was talking to, it was important.

When she decided to organize some of Katya’s things, just to pass the time (since all of her work was assigned by Katya at the time she needed), she heard two voices approaching the door, and when it opened Trixie’s heart beat so fast she thought she was gonna pass out.

Katya came in with a huge smile on her face. Her long blond hair was very curly and full, her lips painted with her signature red, a long black dress covered in little red and white flowers danced around her body while she walked. She didn’t notice Trixie for a second, still looking back, talking to…

Alaska. Alaska Motherfucking Thunder.

Trixie froze. Alaska was very tall, with a waterfall of platinum blond hair falling on her shoulders. Her bony legs and hips were perfectly hugged by a latex pencil skirt, a white crop top covering her chest. She used to be an actress, like Katya, but decided to build a music career out of it. Now she was a pop singer with worldwide fame and a Lady Gaga-esque taste for music videos. The smile that stretched her big lips fell when she noticed the young girl seating in the corner of the office, making Katya turn to look.

“Trixie! You’re early!” her eyes widened for a second and a nervous smile sat on her face. “Uhm, Alaska, this is my assistant, Trixie. This is Alaska. My friend.” There was a quick pause before the last two words, like it was a second thought to add them.

“Hi! It’s a pleasure to meet you!” Trixie got up with her best nice girl smile and awkwardly shook the woman’s hand.

“The pleasure is mine” Alaska answered, but her face didn’t match her words. She sighed and turned to Katya, picking a strand of the shorter woman’s hair, stroking it. Trixie’s stomach turned. “So, I have to go. I have a meeting with the guys from the label, then we’ll visit the new studio. But I’ll call you, okay?”

“Okay.” Katya’s smile wasn’t as big anymore, but she didn’t look away from Alaska’s face. “I’ll walk you to the door then.” The taller woman turned around, saying a quick goodbye to Trixie, and walked out of the office. Katya looked at her with shy eyes and mumbled a be right back.

Trixie felt like her skin was burning but on the inside everything was cold. Alaska wasn’t nice. She looked at Trixie like she was a cockroach in her kitchen. She didn’t smile like Katya did at everyone. Katya should teach her how to be nice. And the way she touched Katya, like… like she was used to it?

Trixie took a deep breath and placed her hands on her desk. What the fuck do you thing you’re doing? But then her conversation with Pearl replayed in her head and a knot formed in her throat. “Didn’t she fuck Alaska? Seems like Alaska loved her…”

She was pulled out of her thoughts when the door clicked. Katya was standing by her side, staring at the floor. When she spoke, she didn’t face Trixie.

“So… I would like to ask you not to tell anyone about Alaska’s visit. You probably know that if this information falls in the wrong ears it would get… complicated.”

“Of course, I understand. No problem.”

“And, uhm…” she played with the rings on her fingers for a second, a big purple crystal and a silver half moon. “Not that I have to, like, explain myself or anything, but… uhm, we’re friends. Just… friends.” A nervous smile appeared on her lips and she finally looked Trixie in the eyes.

The younger girl nodded and sat back down. “Sure. Yeah. I mean, of course you don’t have to explain anything. Why would you?”

“Well, because…” Katya turned and walked to her desk, suddenly looking very tired. “What’s this?”

Trixie looked up and saw Katya holding the coffee she had brought. She felt sad for wasting her time and money to try and please her boss. “I brought you coffee. But it’s cold now, so you probably don’t wanna…” her words trailed off.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” A guilty look crossed Katya’s face and Trixie secretly liked it. “You know, I was actually thinking about getting some coffee before… I think you read my mind.” She smiled shyly and Trixie mirrored it. “You know what? There’s a microwave downstairs, I’m gonna heat this again.”

“Oh, Katya, come on. Re-heated coffee sucks. It’s okay, really. It’s just a cup of coffee.”

“But I want it” the older woman replied, walking to the door. “And it’s not just a cup of coffee. Right?”

Trixie didn’t answer. Nothing seemed right. “Yes, it is. I don’t care about you and I didn’t want to see you smile” was wrong. “No. I’m actually trying to show affection” wasn’t coming out of her mouth either. So she just stared while Katya smiled knowingly.

“Thank you, Trixie. I can’t wait for you to stop working here.” Katya winked and walked out of the room.

She sat there looking at the ceiling. Her body felt warm inside again. She groaned and put her head in her hands, repeating to herself “I am not weak. This does not make me weak”. But when Katya came back sipping on the coffee and smirking at her, her knees disagreed.

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We Are The Saviors Pt.5

OC x Negan & Simon.

Warning: Scene of suggested abuse, please be warned. Language, Suggestive Conversation, and Drunkenness.

Catch up: Simon and Amelia seem to be more comfortable with each other. Amelia however still tries to find her place in the Sanctuary.

Word Count: 2,726

Chapter 5: Gin or Scotch? ( Amelia’s Perspective )

"Now wait your turn miss, you're hot and all but I like um young." And just like that she's dragged into our tent. "No! You son of a bitch you don't fucking touch her!"

"MMiss I'm sorry bout him, it'll be over soon." I thrash around with my arms bound. I'm frantically trying to break free; then I hear her scream.

"Jesus!" I fling up splashing water on the ground. It takes me a second to remember where I am.  I can't believe I fell asleep. These nightmares won't fucking quit. This bath is so warm; I guess my body needed to relax.

"Hello? Are you okay in there?" I hear a woman's worried voice.

Oh shit! "Um yeah, a spider crawled on my arm that's all!" I shout from behind the curtain.

"Okay then..."

I let out a soft sigh at my awkwardness, and slowly sink into the water before getting out. Once I stand up I feel nauseous for a second. Must be the heat. I slowly wrap my towel around my body and open the thin plastic curtain to reveal a woman staring at herself in the mirror. She has beautiful dark skin and is about my same height and body type. How long did I sleep?

She looks at me through the mirror and she seems to automatically recognize me. Her eyes follow me all the way to the sinks; Okay not the best vibe...

She seems to force a smile whilst she extends her hand to introduce herself. "I'm Samantha! And you must be the new girl Amelia!" She says squeaky and full of energy. "Yup that's me, Amelia. Nice to meet you Sam." I say returning her hand shake.

You know, some people just give off immediate vibes whether good or bad. I can't quite put my finger on why, but I see this weird fake-ness behind her smile. Does she know something I don't?

"That must have been one scary spider for you to yell like that!" She has this creepy ass smile on, and I really don't want to be here anymore. I shrug my shoulders and awkwardly chuckle. "Yeah one of the hairier ones I guess."

"You should be careful around here, all sorts of critters bite." Her smile drops ever so lightly and her eyes become a shade darker. Just like that we're not in the Sanctuary bathrooms. We're in the forest surrounded by rotters in a Mexican standoff. With both fingers on my gun I stare into her smirking eyes. I want her dead, I want to protect myself. I don't respond well to threats.

I feel my mouth twitch as I fight my instincts to lunge at her. Before all this shit, I had never even shot a gun let alone had this animalistic anger. My brain has rewired itself to not take any chances anymore. This girl isn't Negan...I can take her.

Two girls walk in totally oblivious to the energy here. "Haha, did you see the way he looked at you! He was so embarrassed! Oh man you must be the new girl!" I turn to them in an almost robotic movement and then head straight for the door. Just as I make it to the door frame I hear Sam open her mouth one last time. "Nice to meet you! I'll be seeing you."

I get back to my room quickly. Just realizing I left my clothes in the bathroom, I gently lay down on my bed. There's no way in hell I'm going back to get them now. I look down to my hand and realize it's almost purple from me clenching it so hard. My stomach growls, but all I want to do is sleep off this anger.

~

I wake up from the harsh heat coming in the window from the sunshine. My stomach makes a sound I can only describe as a whales mating call. Fuck I need food. I only have my flannel; no underwear or shorts. "Oh!" Reaching under my bed I find my old jeans I came here with. With one sniff I throw them across the room in disgust. Well I've adjusted to the life style I guess.

Helpless, I sit on my bed half naked, not knowing what to do. Pulling up my flannel, I look at my yellow and purple bruises on my ribs. My trembling hand lightly traces over them, and I notice I'm not wincing as much as I normally do. "My tough little baby", is what my mum use to say when I got hurt. A stab of pain hits my chest and I realize I haven't thought of her in a long time. I slam my eyes shut to try and stop my eyes from watering, this doesn't work.

I hear footsteps approach my door and I barely make it under the covers before there is a knock.

"Come in." I say scanning my bed to make sure I'm completely covered.

"Oh sorry if I disturbed you Amelia, I was told to retrieve ya." I'm not getting food am I?

"Get me for what? And I'm sorry I don't know your name." I notice that he doesn't just blankly stare at me. I like you.

"Oh it's Dwight, and Negan wants you in his corridors." He says extending his arm for me to walk ahead of him. "Here's the thing Dwight, I have no bottoms on, do you guys happen to have a lost and found...?" Well this is embarrassing.

Dwight's back within 2 minutes with a fresh pair of jeans. As he walks into the room fully, I get a look at his face. It seems pretty normal; he has short blonde hair and the typical redneck presence. He keeps his eyes to the floor the whole time; he gently lays the pants on my lap. What a gentlemen.

He swiftly closes the door and I quickly change. I'm really surprised he knew my size; these pants hug all my curves just right. I'd be excited to show them off any other day but today the world has already ended and I'm going to meet a guy that doesn't know the meaning of subtlety.

As we wander the Sanctuary he's completely silent and I'm actually thankful.

I follow him all the way down a long hallway and come across a beautiful room filled with women in black lingerie on black couches. What the actual fuck. In the back of the room there's a bar and I see him standing there pouring two drinks.

Dwight looks a little unnerved once we enter the room. He clears his throat to get Negan's attention. Negan turns around almost cartoon like and smiles at us. "Well it's about fucking time Dwight!"

Dwight nods then heads out the door. I wonder what the story is there...

"Amelia." He purrs out my name and raises a glass to me.

I walk over to him trying not to look at all the eyes on me as I do. I take the glass and give it a sniff. "Scotch, nice." He then looks at me a bit stunned and starts laughing his ass off.

I interrupt his laughter with a slightly annoyed question. "So you wanted to see me?"

"Well fuck me! I'm just trying to enjoy a nice fucking damn near perfect glass of Scotch with the company of the Sanctuary's finest." His eyes slightly travel to one of the women sitting down. She has medium length brown hair and a worried look on her face. She refuses to make eye contact with me; she's just staring at the door.

"And who are they?" I refrain from making my voice sound bitchy but to be honest I feel like I'm in a strip club and it's just not my style. 

"Those pieces of ass belong to me. They're my wives." I bite my lip to hold in my laughter. What the fuck is wrong with this psycho path? His eyes drift down to my lips and I see his whole body shift to make himself look bigger. He looks like he wants to dig into my flesh just as much as rotters do.

Before the dead came to life I had this borderline sick obsession with knowing all the ins and outs of a person, it made me comfortable; no risk of being surprised. After the apocalypse I turned that talent into getting what I want. I try not to judge myself too hard because you could be killed by a rotter, or a person trying to get your bag of chips at any second. So it's hard to turn it off, I feel kind of evil, always plotting against someone for my benefit. I'm not too sure yet if I need to do that with Negan.

"Your wives...plural?" I question.

"Look I had that fucking hillbilly drag you here because I want you to see the fucking benefits of marrying me. These women have it fucking made. They literally sit around all day and paint their fucking toe nails." He flings his arm pointing at all of them.

"Well I'm not much for sitting around all day doing nothing." I shift my eyes to meet the brown haired girl whose eyes are lost in thought toward the floor.

He steps closer to me and grabs my chin with his gloved fingers. Instead of cowering I look him dead in the eyes. He seems to enjoy this because he then leans his face down towards my lips, still making eye contact. I can feel his warm breath on my lips and my body tenses. He brings his face over to my ear and whispers. "That's not all they do, it's a fucking team effort here."

You know all these fucking crazy people make me fucking thirsty. Eh, I need a drink.

I step back from his grasp and lean over the bar. I grab a bottle of Magellan; honestly because I like the color, and take the half full glass of scotch. I balance the bottle on my cast and direct my eyes to Negan. "Is it alright if I have this?" I say causally.

 He looks at me like I'm crazy, and shakes his head. "I'll let you have that bottle if you spend the day with me tomorrow." He lightly licks his lips. He does that a lot.

I stretch out my lips and slowly tilt my head from side to side. "Done." 

I start to turn around to leave and feel a hand on my shoulder. "I'll take you on the best fucking tour of your life." He looks so confident in himself. If he didn't have an underlining serial killer complex I might think he was sexy.

"Well Simon already gave me one." He shoots me a slightly pissed of look and I don't want to press my luck so I back pedal. "Alright if you want my company that bad come by my room tomorrow whenever, I'll probably be sleeping if you know what I mean." I hold up the Gin forcing the fakest smile possible, and head for the door. As I'm walking away I feel his eyes on me. I look over to the brown haired girl and this time she returns the glance. She gives me a disapproving stern look; great another women who hates me! Something tells me I'm going to get drunk off my ass every day to deal with these damn people.

As I finally find my way back to the main hallway and back to my room I see Dwight leaning against the wall fiddling with something in his hands. "Hey Dwight, do you know where Simon's room is?" 

He eyes the blue bottle in my hand, and then his eyes slowly drift back to mine. "Simon went on a trip this morning. Kind of a last minute thing."

I carry the disappointment on my face and he sees it. "He should be back just after dark tomorrow though." Dwight seems really nice, shy, but nice.

"Okay. Well thanks." This has really ruined my day. Why didn't he tell me he was leaving? Holy cow stop thinking that, Amelia! He doesn’t owe you anything.

As I turn to walk away Dwight speaks up. "Hey just wonderin, did you mean to choose the gin?"

"Of course. Why'd you ask?"

He smiles and looks down toward the ground. "Just wonderin."

I give him a nod and head to my room not needing an explanation. Are you really going to drink alone? "Where are you Simon?"

~~

"Jesus fucking Christ fuck!"

"Huh?" I shoot my head up off the pillow to immediately fall back down.

I can barely open my eyes and when I do, the bright light coming in through the window forces them back shut again. I'm barely able to confirm its Negan squatting next to my bed. "Girl, you fucking puked all over the floor! Haven't fucking drank in a while?" All I can muster is an irritated moan.

I suddenly feel water against my lips, my body takes over and I start chugging. I'm able to sit up a little bit to drink better. There's a steady stream of water falling down my chin to my lap. "Can you sit up all the way?" His hands guide my back straight up; I cling to his arm feeling like I'm going to fall. "Shh, it's alright." His voice soothes me as he rubs my back. 

My thinking is fuzzy. "I can't sit up right now. I need my bed." I slowly lay myself down and turn over to face the wall, and it all goes dark.

~~

"Baby girl you'll be alright. Boys will break your heart all the time. You'll grow up and you'll find one that makes you feel beautiful in every way." She says as she runs her fingers along the top of my head." No I won't mama. No one will be better than him!"

...

"You awake?"

I suddenly wake up from the middle of my dream to a familiar voice. I feel his hands stroking my hair and goosebumps rise on my body. "Simon?" I look to my window which is open, to see it's completely dark outside. Jesus you're pathetic. 

"It's okay you don't have to talk. You can rest." He continues to stroke my hair.

"No I'm okay." I start to rise and this time it doesn't take everything in me to. When I'm eye level with him I see his upper arm is heavily bandaged. Whilst he continues to comfort me I trace just below his wound with my cold fingers. "Are you okay? Your arm."

"Oh, this? Just another trick of the trade. I'm okay, not that deep. What about you?" I can tell there's a story behind this, but I don't want to pry. Although it kind of hurts he doesn't trust me enough. You've literally known each other for like a second.

"I had few drinks, apparently it's been a while.....I still feel horrible." I gently face palm myself, I could normally out drink a lot of guys. Guess that's what happens with you haven't drank in years and lost half your body weight. I just meant to drink to take the edge off, why do I feel like I got hit by a truck? I look up at him through my fingers, still pressed to my face. "You know this is your fault. You left me to drink alone, and to hang out with Negan."

He looks back at me stunned and then softly chuckles. He gently removes my hand from my face and lifts my chin. "How about we make a deal? You don't drink without me, and I'll always tell you when I'll be gone."

"Deal." I suddenly miss his touch too much. "You stopped playing with my hair." I turn my body a little to lay my head on his shoulder. This feels so nice. I really like Simon but I don't know if I would want anything more. It's just so nice to be close to someone again. I don't need to think about anything else right now.

Suddenly I can feel his voice vibrate on the top of my head. As if he was reading my thoughts he speaks softly. "I like being close to ya." My response is my hand traveling to rest onto his.