#i would just like to borrow her brain for 30 minutes gods please

[chaoticentitled]

when emily axford said "motherfucking i'm here!" and when emily axford said "i wasn't designed to do everything, i was designed to do anything" and when emily axford said "i met death, and death wants me to live" and when emily axford said-

[drakenology]

the yakuza wife - yakuzaboss!bakugo x housewife reader - inspired by @hanji-is-life ‘s sexy ass. 

yakuza au

tw: violence, sadism, mentions of blood, smut, cum, cussing, daddy/ddlg kinks undertones, mentions of guns, very much harley quinn and joker only joker actually loves harley in this ya know?

“where the fuck is my money?” bakugo asks this bludgeoned man tied up to a metal chair in some god forsaken warehouse god only knows where. 

“please sir, i’ll get it to you as soon as I can! please stop!” the man pleads, flinching when bakugo raises his fist to land a mean left hook into his jaw with a dark chuckle. 

“you know you shouldn’t borrow from people if you have no intentions in payin’ em back. it’s fuckin’..” he pauses before taking a crowbar and bashing the man in both his knees, blood curdling screams filling the empty space. “rude!”

bakugo smirks as the man begs for mercy, pulling a set of pliers of his pocket and holding them up to the man’s face to tease him, grabbing by his neck to make him meet his intimidating gaze. 

“shoulda thought of that before trying to playing me for a fuckin’ fool.. hey, I wonder how many teeth I can pull outta ya before your weak ass passes out.” he grunts, waving the plier in his face until the sound of his phone ringing stops him from doing anything.

“you’re lucky I gotta take this.” he mumbles, taking a piece of dirty cloth and shoving it into his mouth to keep him quiet.

bakugo turns away and rolls up his sleeve, setting up his tools for torture as he answers the phone. 

“hi baby!” you chime, at the mall having the time of your life with his credit card. 

“hey. ‘m workin’ whaddaya want?” he says, holding up his pliers and sitting them down on the table as his hostage screams in the background. 

“just checking on you, dummy! whatcha want for dinner, hm? i know you haven’t eaten yet.” you say, holding up different dresses to your frame to imagine yourself in them. “hey, pink or powder blue?”

“pink. and ‘m not hungry. you’ve got security with you, right baby?” he asks, kicking the man onto the floor with a loud thud. 

“of course. you won’t let me leave the house without them.” you respond, not even paying attention to the muffled screams you hear in the background. you’ve learned not to ask too many questions when it comes to being a yakuza wife. 

“gotta keep my baby safe, right? listen, princess I gotta go. i’ll be home before 9 okay?” 

you suck your teeth and roll your eyes, “fine. be careful okay?”

“always am. love you baby.” as he hangs up and returns to his task. 

the difference between you and katsuki was night and day. everyone knew you to be so sweet and kind; unbeknownst to them all how you ended up with a cretin like Bakugo. even though Katsuki was immoral in many ways, he knew marrying you was the right thing to do. who else would want to dress his wounds and pick out his suits for the day?

katsuki demanded you quit your job. in fact he came with you to put in your two weeks notice, tough scowl staining his features as your boss signed the approval with shaking hands.

from that day on he ensured you were well taken care of and that marrying him and becoming his housewife came with many perks.

for starters, your husband was loaded. all those years of extorting and money laundering paid off every time you come home with a couple shopping bags from the mall.

katsuki loved lavishing you in the finest of everything, adoring how you look in designer. so much so, he fucks you by the bay window of your luxury penthouse, the Chanel dress he just bought you hiked up over your ass as his calloused fingers make way into your mouth. you’re pinned to the glass, bare breasts pressed against the window as he railed you from behind. and he wonders why you turned out to be a spoiled brat.

your gifts always made you stand out above the rest. many men fawn over you and he knows this. just a small price to pay for having a fine ass wife. but if anyone ever forgot their place, if anyone ever got to close. well. that’d be the last time you’d ever see them. course you have no idea why. but even though katsuki loved you with all his heart, you could be a real pain in the ass. you were so bratty, especially when he was busy. 

one day you came trotting into his office in the middle of some business deal. whatever. your jimmy choos popped and you needed a new pair before the yacht party you were attending started. 

“daddy’s taking care of business right now, okay? go wait outside.”

“no! you promised we’d go shopping! I need new shoes what the fuck am I supposed to do with these?” you whine, pouting like usual to get your way. bakugo’s brow raised, walking towards you and gesturing for the meeting to continue without him. his hand rested on your lower back as he escorted you out.  

he fucked your brains in in the next room for disobeying him, panties around your ankles, your charm anklet jingling as he picked up your legs. 

“spoiled fuckin’ brat. told you to wait didn’t I? hm? or did you make a scene ‘cause you wanted my dick?” your head hangs back as your hips are held down by him, thrusts brutal as you cry for him to slow down, face turned away from his. he grabs your chin and turns you around harshly with his scarred and calloused hands, bruised knuckles turning white with a tight grip. 

“look at me when i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you.” 

he came inside you when he was done, pulling your panties up for you as it dripped down your leg. 

“now.. back to what I was doin’. tell the driver to take your ass home.” he huffs with a zip of his pants and a shake in his sleeves to fix them. bakugo leaves you on the desk, leaving the door cracked for you to leave when you got yourself together. and when you did you could hardly hold yourself up, holding your high heels in your hand as you limp to the car waiting outside for you. 

having a yakuza boss as a husband was always exciting. something in you liked the danger; the thrill.

you tell this tale to your other socialite girlfriends and they almost never believe you.

you were out with bakugo on a date when work called. to your dismay, he had to get up and leave. you insisted on being brought along, hating being left alone in that big house that was often empty without him. he agreed but only if you promised to be quiet like a good little girl. 

when you arrive at some warehouse (the same one mentioned earlier), a man was already hog tied on the ground, muffled screams behind a piece of duck tape as bakugo ripped it off. you sat by a table, legs folded in annoyance. this interrupted date night? you scoff and fold your arms. 

“ah. good seeing you old friend. remember me?” he asks, taunting him a little with a gun in his hand pressing it against his jaw as the man let out muffled pleas for him not to shoot. 

“you tried stealing from me. fuckin’ idiot. my boys caught you in some hotel with your little girlfriend. did you think you were gonna have a victory fuck after you made off with my money, hm?” bakugo asks, hitting him upside the head with the butt of his pistol.

you jump at the sound of the blow, a small part of you turned on watching your husband beat the crap out of a complete stranger. your pussy starts to ache when you peer over at bakugo’s strong tattooed arms as he flung his jacket aside, rolling his white sleeves up to ensure his expensive suit doesn’t get soiled. 

“oh fuck, where are my manners? this is my lovely wife, y/n. say hi baby.” he coos at you, a switch from rough to gentle when he spoke to you. you smile and wave, the hostage sobbing out a weak greeting when bakugo demands him to. 

“anyways. what’d you do with the money, asswipe? gonna tell me or are you gonna make me fuck you up in front of my pretty wife. god, look at ‘er, ain’t she gorgeous? you know I was about 30 minutes from railing her before you had to go along and ruin our night. I should kill you right here.” bakugo turns his head towards you with a sick look in his eye. 

“whaddaya think, princess? what should I do to this motherfucker, huh?” he asks. 

“smack him again. he ruined date night.” you grumble, folding your arms. 

“he sure did, baby.” bakugo says, punching the hostage in his jaw. he gestured for his men to crowd around him, all of them taking turns kicking and beating him with metal bars. katsuki walks towards you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, a bit of blood on his knuckles as he pulled your hair. god, this whole situation was sick. but why was it so hot?

bakugo carries you away to the car, tells the driver to fuck off somewhere while he rails you in the back seat, knowing his men will take care of the rest of what he started inside the warehouse. you straddle his lap, bouncing up and down on his stiff cock as the car rocked back and forth. the car windows fog up as your body heat commingled throughout the space, your hands pressing against the glass to gain to balance as you rode his fat cock. 

“fuck, daddy. you’re so hot when you’re handling business. ooh, you’re dick’s so hard.” you purr, bakugo’s hand pinching and playing with your breast as his hips thrust upwards. He smirks at you, almost a bit shocked you got as turned on as he did from the pain he inflicted.

“hmm, I know baby. god, you’re sick. getting this wet from watching me beat up some punk. dirty fuckin’ girl.” he huffed into your hair, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck followed by harsh nibbles.

truth is even though you were so sweet and caring, you had a dark side no one knew about. I mean why else would you marry into the yakuza? 

you were both fucking insane. 

[jawllines]

Sorry to be annoying but I asked awhile ago and I think tumblr ate my ask but did you ever do tattoo Harry blurb? I love them and I miss them:( I’ve looked through your tags and there isn’t any on there if you have posted one

I CAN POST ONE I WROTE A WHILE AGO RIGHT NOW :D I DONT THINK I POSTED HERE BUT LET ME KNOW HERE YOU GO PET 

i.

“Baby -- baby, c’mon!”

It was rare that Harry ever woke Y/N with more than kisses and cuddles. Maybe an abrupt shoulder shake if the both of them slept through their alarms (and, considering that they are the only ones with the key to open up their own respective stores, they never typically arrived late facing happy employees -- or in Y/N’s case, employee -- Niall, in particular, was always more of a grump in that situation than Riktor even), but even that still managed to be tender, and soft. He always treated her so delicately, as if she were made up of porcelain in the morning and it was imperative to speak in a low, soothing voice with careful touches or she might shatter. And she really didn’t think it was because she was an absolute terror to wake up -- Y/N did quite well, even as early as 5 AM she was still in somewhat of a pleasant mood, certainly nothing to be fearful of -- she thinks he’s just gentle in the morning. He’s gentle all the time, but for some reason or another, he’s extra soft with her then.

They had both had a bit of a busy day, so by the time that they made it back to Y/N’s flat (Harry said he liked it there best because it smelled like her, and -- well, he softens her up and calls her Darling when he wants them to go over there, so it’s hard to say no), both of them were ready for bed. Neither of them could barely keep their eyes open as they scarfed down the burgers they’d picked up on the way home, and once they’d finished and brushed their teeth, they toppled into each other on the mattress. Y/N would reckon they both fell asleep before their heads had even hit the pillow -- she doesn’t even remember crawling beneath the blankets.

Apparently she had though, because now as her brain tunes in with the world around her and she realizes that the distorted voice that had begun to prod her dreams was actually a grumpy, dry throat Harry, she’s cuddling herself closer in the covers. This only makes him grumble at her more, “You’re such a blanket hog,” he whines and Y/N finally blinks her eyes open, being greeted with Harry’s disgruntled, pouted face illuminated by the sunlight beginning to slip through the blinds, “I’ve been trying to unravel it for like ten minutes, but you’re all wrapped up! I’m cold.”

Y/N smiles sleepily at him, not understanding the gravity of the situation entirely as she begins to un-burrito herself from the covers, “G’morning, beautiful,” she murmurs as she does so, finally disentangling from the blankets and while she was a little less warm, Harry was quick to wiggle in beneath them, “Sorry.”

“Don’ be sweet when m’tryin’ to be angry with you,” she puckers her lips at him dramatically, and though he sighs, he leans in and presses their mouths together softly, “Your kisses aren’t g’na sweeten me up, m’still grumpy, blanket hog.”

She can only hum as she cuddles closer to him, “Sorry,” she repeated, this time adding, “Like to swaddle myself like a lil’ baby. Reckon you weren’t holdin’ me well enough last night.”

An offended gasp leaves through his lips soundly, enough that it startles her, but his arms worm around her waist and draw her closer to his body, “Brat,” he grumbled, dipping his nose into her throat, “I held you so well and you just wiggled right out of my arms and took all the covers with you.”

“Like a worm -- I wiggled out like a worm or somethin’,” she tried to sit up but his arms tightened around her, “This worm has to pee though and she’ll soak the bed if she isn’t allowed.”

His arm loosens around her, “This worm sounds like she’s a sleepy sort of delusional that requires about two hours more of rest.”

Y/N stumbles toward the bathroom in her room, “Noooooooo,” she whines, frowning at nobody, not bothering to swing the door shut before she plops on the cold toilet seat to relieve herself, “We’re supposed to go get hot chocolate, no more sleep.”

“Baby, it’s 6 AM and I’ve been up the last 30 minutes freezing my bits off!” He calls back to her and she giggles some, her eyes trying to accommodate to the bright white lights of the bathroom, “Sleep just a bit more and we’ll get the hot chocolate when we wake up next.”

She waits until she flushes and washes her hands to respond to him, and though she knows that she is definitely going to crawl back in bed and fall asleep, she stands at the foot of it with her hands in fists at her hips. He had let his eyes flutter closed by then but she thinks he could feel her eyeballing him, so he looks up past the mountain of blankets now covering him so she could only see his eyes and his nose, “What’re you doing?”

“You’re telling me, you don’t wanna go at 6 AM, three hours before the kiosk even opens to get hot chocolate with me? You must really hate me, don’t you?”

He huffs a sharp breath through his nose which is how he usually laughs in the morning, when he can’t muster up the strength to have a proper giggle, “Absolutely loathe you, baby doll, but could you please come back to bed so I can loathe you in the warmth?”

It takes little persuading -- as she said, she knew she was just going to crawl right back in beside him -- and instead of relying too heavily on the blankets to provide her warmth (like wrapping up half of it around her so she was cocooned entirely. . .this is what she normally does, and she would say that’s probably why Harry almost never has any of the covers in the morning), she relies on him. Picks up his arm so that she can fit herself underneath it and lies her cheek on his chest, “Your pits better not be smelly.”

“I make no promises.”

.                             .                         .

“I love your hair.”

“Stop it, Sweetheart, I’m g’na start blushing.”

They had slept for four more hours rather than the two Harry had originally suggested, but that always happens with them. Y/N would say that they are just too content cuddled up with one another that they milk it for all it’s worth. If one of them wakes up before the other, then they just settle their head back down and close their eyes again. Unless they had somewhere to be, of course, but Harry had a free Saturday (no clients schedule, even though Saturday’s could often be some of his heaviest days) and he’d elected to spend it with her -- whether they were awake or asleep didn’t much mater, they just liked to be near each other.

When they finally did wake up, they lazily got dressed into about thirty layers so they wouldn’t freeze outside. The weather had grown frigid quite quickly this November, and neither of them stood the cold very well, but there was a park lined with little pop-up kiosks with hot chocolate, sweets, little holiday goodies, and an obscene amount of knitted blankets (it was a clever marketing tactic, Y/N thought -- everyone is more willing to spend money on a blanket when they’re freezing cold - she and Harry had certainly fallen for it today). Y/N bought them shoe warmers to keep their toes at least not numb, and Harry lets her borrow a pair of his gloves because she keeps forgetting to buy some of her own. They both have hats fitted over their heads too, and since Harry’s let his hair grow out, his curls stick out from beneath the pumpkin orange print and Y/N can’t stop staring at it. She’s always loved his hair, she told him as much one of the first nights they’d sat on her bookstore’s floor and talked about just a bit of everything. Back when she barely realized she had a crush on him. . . .when she didn’t know that in just a little time, she would be over the moon.

And she’ll never forget that people used to make him feel like shit about his hair, so she maybe overcompensates by telling him every time she has thought about loving it. Which means today, in the span of a short three hours they’d been awake, Y/N had complimented his hair about twenty different times. If she was running her fingers through it, fixing his beanie, or just staring at him, she let him know just how much she adored his curls.

“I hate to tell you this, Button, but your cheeks are already red as apples,” she shifted the paper cup of hot chocolate from her hand closest to him to the other, so she could reach up and tuck them behind his ear, that had reddened from the cold, “The air has you more bashful than I ever could.”

“Not true,” he murmurs, lowering his voice as he knocks closer to her ear, “I always blush when you go down on me.”

“God,” Y/N shakes her head, “You’re too much, d’ya know that?”

He laughs, nudging her with the cold tip of his nose, “You want the peppermint bark? We’re coming up on the seller.”

“Of course, I want peppermint bark,” she reaches for her wallet, “I’m stocking us up for the next hundred years or so.”

Harry slows for a moment, sliding his gloved hand into her own and squeezing, “Hey,” he begins, his voice soft, somewhat reflective and it brings her attention to him at her side, “Y’know when -- you remember how you said you just get random flushes of love for me and s’a whole lot and you just don’t know what to do with it?”

Y/N nods, “Yeah, like every waking minute practically. Why?”

He smiles shyly, “I’m having one of those moments.”

“For the peppermint bark?” She teases, but his brows furrow and he swats her shoulder playfully, “Hey!”

“I’m trying to be sweet on you, and you’re still going on about this bloody chocolate,” he rubs the arm that he swats, even though Y/N has so many layers on plus the blanket that she bought wrapped around her, that he made no real contact with her body.

Y/N pulls him in for a hug, narrowly avoiding a child running past them as she does so, “Oh, you know m’only kidding. I love you too, Bug, more than words can describe and ten times more than the chocolate I reckon. . .well, unless it’s made really well this year.”

“I’ll leave you here, blanket hog.”

[laurenairay]

2) “You’ve been avoiding me, why?” with Jacob Markstrom please!🖤

Here you go @danglesnipecelly – thank you for letting me borrow your man! 😘

This is the last of my prompt list blurbs so I hope you’ve all enjoyed them!

“You’ve been avoiding me, why?”

*

Drinking always had repercussions. You knew that, not even because you were no longer young and naïve. Sure, your tolerance had gotten better over the years, but the amount of time you went out partying had decreased in turn, so it all balanced out. And by that, it means that casual drinks were absolutely fine, but one big night out would knock you off your feet.

And now, one of your newest friendships was suffering because of your dumb actions.

Three weeks ago was Elias’s birthday. Annica had invited you as you were one of their neighbours and you’d grown quite close with her over the past couple of years since she and Elias had moved to Calgary. Through them, you’d met Jacob this year…and you knew the moment that you saw him that you were in trouble. No-one should be that tall, that handsome, and that sweet – it just wasn’t fair. Luckily you’d managed to keep your heart eyes to yourself (although you had a feeling that Annica had her suspicions) as well as keeping your cool around him…until the party three weeks ago.

You’d managed to make excuses to avoid group gatherings, only meeting with Annica when it was just the two of you, but she had begged you to come to the casual party Elias was throwing at their place tonight, and you hadn’t found it in your heart to tell her no, even though you were dreading facing the man you’d made a fool of yourself in front of.

It had only taken 30 minutes before you found yourself cornered by Jacob in the kitchen.

“Finally, I thought I’d never get you alone,”

You cursed under your breath before looking up at the Swedish giant with a nervous smile, making Jacob frown slightly, before his face smoothed out.

“You’ve been avoiding me, why?” Jacob asked softly.

Was there any point in lying?

Probably not.

It’s not like he didn’t know…

“Because I made an absolute tit out of myself last time I saw you?” you offered, smiling wearily.

Jacob laughed, making you wince, but he just shook his head.

“That’s why you’ve turned into a ghost? I thought I’d done something wrong!” Jacob mused.

Oh god no, that was the furthest thing from the truth.

“You were wonderful. It was me who was a dumb drunk mess,” you grumbled, face flaring with heat.

“You were not the drunkest person there – so far from it. And you weren’t a mess…you were cute,” he insisted.

Cute? No, he didn’t mean it like that. You sent him an unimpressed look but he just grinned back at you. Where to even start?

Even just thinking about the events of the night three weeks ago made you cringe so hard. The evening had started well, don’t get you wrong. You’d worn a cute flowery dress and put your hair up in a pretty braid, with a little light make-up to finish off the look. Annica had greeted you with a big hug and a large glass of white wine…and that’s where the night went downhill.

In short, you’d gotten absolutely smashed on white wine with Annica.

Wine drunk was a different level – while you knew that you definitely weren’t the only very drunk person that night, everything you’d done…ugh. Not okay.

“What do you remember from the night?” Jacob asked, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Everything, unfortunately,” you grumbled.

“It can’t all have been bad,” he teased.

Hah. That’s what he thought.

You admit, it started slowly. A bottle of wine shared between you and Annica got you started on karaoke (who brought the machine with them, you had no idea), with a whole queue of people continuing after you.

Then came the second bottle of wine – when you’d finished that, a lot of other people were drunk too. Elias himself was so drunk that he fell off the sofa laughing at something that Noah had said. And instead of helping him up, you and Annica had sat behind him and braided his hair, each of you having a spare hairband around your wrist to secure the two messy braids (and you were certain Jacob himself had taken a few photos of the braiding session).

You knew you’d eaten after then. And drank some water too. But that didn’t stop you from getting drunk-teary as Milan’s wife showed you the cutest new photos of her kids (they were just so cute!). Drunk-teary, like seriously. Thankfully you hadn’t full-on cried but that was bad enough. Annica had saved you from that…by dragging you into the kitchen and pouring you another glass of wine.

This devolved into the two of you going back and forth, telling each other you’re so pretty, no you’re so pretty, until Elias and Jacob stopped just watching in amusement and interrupted the love fest, with Elias taking Annica outside into the backyard for some fresh air, Jacob just getting you some more water.

As you recounted it all to Jacob, the smile on his face only grew.

“None of that was bad! I told you so – you were happy drunk and no-one thought bad of you, I promise,”

“I wish I could believe you,” you sighed.

“Anyone that remembered anything, which was very few people because vodka was flowing heavily, only thought it was cute and funny, I swear,” Jacob grinned.

The way that he kept insisting, the way that he kept repeating that you hadn’t made a fool of yourself, gave you a spark of hope. Maybe?

Then his face went serious, making your stomach fill with butterflies.

“And do you remember what you said to me?” Jacob asked softly.

You swallowed heavily. There it was. How could you not? It was why you’d been avoiding him.

“Yeah, I do,”

When he’d gotten you the water in the kitchen, you’d told him he was the most handsome man you’d ever met. With the biggest drunkest smile on your face. You wish you had Annica’s memory-loss bliss, but unfortunately the memory was seared into your brain. You could only thank your fairy godmother that instead of doing anything even more stupid, you’d just skipped off to find your friend afterwards.

But being here with him now, knowing in your gut that he remembered everything too, that gave you the heaviest feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“You said I was handsome. The most handsome guy you’d ever met,” he said.

Almost word for word. Wow. Fantastic. Just what you needed. Even just hearing the words said out loud again sent another hot rush of embarrassment flooding through your body, and it was all you could do not to shudder.

“Yeah I’m well aware. Can you just forget it, please?” you sighed.

But Jacob shook his head, confusing you. What? “Why would I want to forget?” he asked, frowning.

“Please, J, it’s embarrassing as hell and I’d like to still be able to show my face around here,” you pleaded.

Why was he being like this?

But then he stepped closer to you, impossibly closer, one hand rising to cup your face. You inhaled sharply as his thumb stroked over your cheekbone, unable to look away from his beautiful blue eyes.

“Why would I want to forget the most beautiful woman I know, telling me that I’m the most handsome guy?” he said seriously, towering over you in a way that took your breath away.

He…you…what?

“You can’t just say that,” you murmured, feeling helpless, but in no way that you wanted to be rescued.

“I mean it. I’m not just saying it either. I wish I told you sooner,” he said firmly.

“Jacob…” you whispered.

You trailed off, unsure of what to say. Did he mean it? Did he really mean it? Jacob saw the uncertainty mixing with hope on your face, and licked his bottom lip nervously. The thumb that had been stroking over your cheek brushed over your bottom lip, making you gasp.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly.

Even though the two of you were in public, in the open kitchen, it felt like you were in your own little world. You were completely consumed by him.

“Yes,” was all you could whisper in reply.

Jacob wasted no time in leaning his head down to press his lips to yours. You couldn’t help but whimper as he kissed you firmly, no hesitation, no nerves, just kissed you over and over and over until your head was spinning.

And then he broke away, making you gasp for breath, heart racing even more at the intensity in his eyes, the wet shine on his lips.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” he murmured.

You just clutched at his shirt, your knees feeling weak, words escaping you. He’s wanted to kiss you? Was this really happening? Jacob could see how overwhelmed you were, his eyes desperately searching yours for any sign of discomfort, but he found only surprise. So he took a deep breath to settle his nerves.

“Let me take you out on a date. Let me show you how beautiful I think you are,” Jacob asked softly, smiling hopefully.

The smile that spread across your lips felt ridiculous, but you couldn’t stop it. “I would love that,” you replied, smiling shyly.

Jacob just grinned before ducking his head to kiss you again, his hands travelling down your body to clutch at your waist as your hands slid up around his neck. This all felt like such a dream, a wonderful impossible dream. But there was no way you could’ve imagined the way his body felt pressing up against yours, or the way his tongue sent shivers down your spine. This was better than any fantasy, and you couldn’t wait to see how it played out.

[nomtterwhere]

Okay but what about... Marcos girlfriend (reader) is in the crowd with Noah and sees Elle and Marco kiss 😳 also forgive me I never send requests but like, nobody writes about Marco and I’m PISSED

it’s kind of long, sorry i got carried away!! but i hope you enjoy!

“i still cannot believe you managed to get me to come to this.” you said as you got into the passenger seat of marco’s car.

your boyfriend had been helping elle evans with her routine for an arcade game competition, meaning the two of you hadn’t been able to spend much time together. every free moment he had was spent practicing with her. he explained how all of these practices were because she really needed the money but something about her just didn’t sit right with you.

you hadn’t forgotten about that little stunt she pulled over the loudspeaker at the beginning of the year.

he only laughed slightly and leaned over to press a quick kiss to your lips.

“you don’t want to see your boyfriend kick ass out there today?” he raises an eyebrow as he backs out of your driveway.

“oh, i would love to see my boyfriend kick ass today.” you gave him a sweet smile. “just not with the girl who told the entire school she would fuck him.”

he nodded slowly. “fair enough.” he spared you a glance. “just, go easy on her, okay?”

you opened your mouth but closed it again when you saw the look on his face.

“please.” he said. “today is really important to her.”

you sighed, turning to the open window and letting the wind blow in your face. you closed your eyes, mentally preparing yourself for facing elle once again. you reminded yourself that after today, you would never have to deal with her again and reopened your eyes, meeting marco’s gaze.

“yeah, okay.”

he smiled at you, interlacing your fingers over the center console and pressing his lips to the back of your hand.

“thank you, mi amor.” he said, squeezing your hand in reassurance.

you looked at him, unable to hide the smile on your face at the nickname. he had refocused his attention on the road, which allowed you to gaze at him to your heart’s content.

it was truly unfair how gorgeous he was. his chiseled jawline, the perfect curls that were oh so soft when you ran your fingers through them, the soft brown eyes that reminded you how loved you were...god, you were whipped.

you watched as the ends of his lips curled upwards slightly and you knew you’d been caught.

“i can feel you staring at me, you know.” he said, the grin fully formed on his face now.

you rolled your eyes, turning away from him to face forward. “oh, shut up.”

he didn’t say anything in response but you knew he still had that smug smile on his face.

you made it a point to not look at him for the rest of the car ride, keeping your focus on your phone as he laughed at you.

you finally pulled up to the competition center, marveling at the building as you made your way through the parking lot. as soon as marco parked the car, you got out and started walking away, his laughter following behind you.

“are you really keeping this up?” he said through his laughter.

you stopped, waited a beat, and then turned around to see him leaning against the side of his car, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“nope.” you said with a smile. “just wanted to see if you would stop me.”

“then don’t leave me all alone over here.” he gave you a fake pout.

you walk over to him, his arms unfolding as you cane closer. as soon as you were in reach, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him, bringing his mouth down to yours in a searing kiss.

you welcomed the familiar warm feeling that pooled in your stomach whenever marco kissed you. one your hands gripped his bicep while the other found it’s way to the back of his neck, caressing the curls there. he pulled you in tighter against him, your body molding into his perfectly.

the world always melted away when you kissed marco and this was no exception. his cologne overwhelmed your senses and the taste of mint always lingered on your tongue. you felt as if you could spend forever wrapped up in his arms, as if reality didn’t exist and you—

“oh, marco!” of course.

you pulled away from your boyfriend at elle’s greeting, your perfect little bubble popped.

marco squeezes your waist lightly before letting go, lowering his head to murmur quietly. “play nice.”

you exhaled before plastering on a smile and turning to see elle walking towards the two of you, a hanger with her ddr outfit tossed over her shoulder.

she grinned at the two of you. “sorry to interrupt, haha. just wanted to say hi.”

“hi.” you said, dryly.

marco nudged you with his elbow behind my back.

you tried again. “hey, how are you feeling?”

that sounded genuine, right?

it was good enough for elle since she gave you a big smile in return.

“nervous, but excited! thanks for letting me borrow marco for so long, hopefully we win.” she said.

“i already know we will.” marco said with a grin.

“so, marco.” she turned her attention to him. “we have to sign in, so...”

“oh, right!” he grabbed his own outfit from the back of his car. “you’ll be okay, right?” he says this to you.

you nod. “of course.” your phone rang in my pocket and you pulled it out, seeing that it’s rachel. “you guys go ahead and i’ll just find my seat.”

“okay.” marco kissed your forehead. “i’ll see you after.”

“hopefully by that time we’ll be ddm champions!” elle squeals.

“yeah, hopefully.” you say, raising both eyebrows at her, then remembered marco’s request to be nice. “good luck, you guys are gonna be great.”

“thank you.” marco mouthed over elle’s shoulder as she thanked you.

as they walked into the building you answered the phone.

“do i need to come over there?” was the first thing rachel said when you picked up.

you laughed. rachel had had her own problems with elle, considering before lee got “injured,” elle spent all of her time with him. so she understood the position you were in.

“no, i’m good so far. all i have to do is get through today and these past few weeks will all be behind me.”

“look at you miss sally sunshine. that certainly wasn’t the attitude you had last night.” you could hear the humored tone in her voice.

last night was supposed to be a date night for you and marco before he called you 30 minutes before the two of you were supposed to leave to let you know that elle had wanted to get one more practice in and that he wouldn’t be able to make it.

you were annoyed, to say the least. to say the most would be that you facetimed rachel and ranted to her angrily for almost an hour about how marco was driving you crazy with all the time he was spending with elle.

you shook yourself out of that memory.

“yes well, i was upset. is that not allowed anymore?” you questioned.

you heard her shuffling around on her end of the phone before she spoke again. “of course it’s allowed. and you know you can rant to me anytime.” there was a beat of silence. “you put a lot of trust in that boy.”

you sighed, looking back at the building you were supposed to go in and sit and watch your boyfriend dance with the girl that had essentially stolen him from you for six weeks.

“yeah, well. what choice did i have?”

“i just don’t want you to get hurt, y/n.” she said.

“i know.” you swallowed, trying not to let the thoughts that clouded your brain these past few weeks win. “look, i gotta go. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“love you!”

“love you too, rach.” you hung up and then made your way into the building.

you quickly found a seat and settled in. you were in the aisle seat, sat next to an elderly woman who you could only assume was here to watch a grandchild.

she gave you a smile as you sat down, which you reciprocated as you turned your phone on silent.

the lights went down and the competition started. one by one, each duo went on and performed and you were blown away. these people were talented. how were elle and marco supposed to compete?

“up next, elle evans and marco peña.” the announcer said.

you applauded along with everyone else as they made their way onstage and took their places. you sat up straighter, this better have been worth all of those practices.

and you know what?

it was.

they were good. like, really good.

you watched as they flew through the steps, adding in tricks and flips and still managing to stay in sync. you couldn’t help but beam as you watched them and exploded into applause as the routine ended.

and then that moment ended.

because you watched as elle leaned up and kissed marco. and he kissed her back.

everyone else around you jumped onto their feet at the kiss, their cheers only getting louder. you stayed frozen in your seat as you felt your heart slowly shatter.

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes but you refused to let them fall. you wanted to be angry. you didn’t want to feel hurt.

but then the woman who was beside you leaned down and said, “don’t they make a beautiful couple?”

and the dam broke.

you swallowed. “yeah, they sure do.”

you got up and walked up the steps leading out of the room, forcing yourself not to look back as the tears streamed down your face.

you pulled out your phone and sent a text message to rachel.

please come pick me up.

you send her your location and walk out to the front doors to wait for her. just as you stepped outside, your phone buzzed with a reply.

on my way now. tell me everything when i get there.

you wiped your eyes as you stood waiting for her, which was no use considering tears were still falling from your eyes.

you had been outside for a few minutes before the door burst open and someone came out with you.

“oh thank god you’re still here.” marco.

“don’t.” you say, finally having reached a point where you calmed yourself down. but just hearing his voice was enough to get your eyes watering again.

“y/n, please. look, i know what it looks like, i do, but—”

you whipped your head around to face him and his heart sank when he saw your tear filled eyes and the destroyed look on your face.

“what it looks like? are you kidding me? marco, you kissed her!”

“wait, she kissed me—”

“and you didn’t do a damn thing about it!” you shouted.

“i...” he opened his mouth again but nothing came out.

“god, i’m such an idiot!” you say with a humorless laugh and take a few steps away from him before turning back around. “you spent weeks with this girl, having late night practices, missing dates, i should’ve known!”

“baby...” he says, quietly.

you shook your head. “do not call me that. you lost that right the second you chose her over me. and let’s be honest, that was probably a long time ago.”

you face away from him to wipe away a tear, not wanting him to see you.

“please, just let me explain.” he pleads, stepping closer.

“explain what?” you exclaim. “what your tongue was doing in her mouth? go ahead, i’ll wait.”

he was once again left speechless.

“i trusted you. you asked me to trust you and i did. and this is what i get in return?” you say to him, walking up to him so your chests were almost touching. “fuck you.”

at that point a car pulled up to the curb and you turned to see rachel sitting behind the wheel. you smiled when you saw her, wiping the last of your tears away.

you walked to her car, then turned to face marco. “and if it wasn’t already obvious, we’re through.”

you opened the passenger door and sank into the seat, putting your seatbelt on and ignoring rachel’s questioning.

“just drive, please.” you say quietly.

she nodded and drove away, but you didn’t miss the way she glared at marco as the car pulled away from the curb.

you rested your head against the back of the seat, feeling a new wave of tears wash over you. just like that, you and marco were over.

part 2!

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[silverlightqueen]

Cursed

silverlightqueen’s SKZ Scarefest

wizard!Seungmin x human!reader - crack comedy, y/n’s a bit of a spoilt brat and Seungmin is not down for it lol

Word Count: 3k+

Summary - Seungmin is the best wizard in town. Poisoned by a pixie? Battered by a troll? Bitten by a were? Whatever the magical injury, Seungmin can fix it in the bat of an eyelid. So when y/n is cursed by a witch and needs his help, she expects to leave his lair curseless only a few minutes later. But her plan… doesn’t quite go to plan.

Warnings: y/n is a total judgemental bitch lmao and Seungmin wants to teach her a lesson, brief mention of blood and vomit, I think that’s it but please let me know if I missed else!

a/n: and here is the seventh instalment of my SKZ Scarefest! I really hope you guys enjoy this, and thank you @silverlightprincess​ for being the best (she didn’t proofread this either but she’s about to read it after I post it and check for mistakes which I will go back and edit lmao). please be sure to check out the previous parts and keep an eye out for the next parts too x

taglist: @kodzu-ken​ @cloudsgathering​ @silverlightprincess

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‘Hi, how can I help?’ the receptionist says, looking up from her computer to give me a friendly smile. ‘Hi, I’ve got an appointment with Dr Kim at 1.30,’ I say, and she blinks at me in surprise before looking at her computer, clicking away. ‘Ah, y/n y/l/n, is it? You booked yesterday?’ ‘Yes, that’s me.’ ‘You’re lucky to get an appointment with Dr Kim so late. And during his lunch break, too! Do you know him?’ she asks, and I hesitate before replying, ‘I used to. We… went to school together.’ ‘Oh, that’s nice! Well, take a seat and I’ll let him know you’re here,’ she says cheerily, and I give her a weak smile before turning to take a seat.

The District 9 Doctors’ Surgery is unlike any Doctors’ Surgery I’ve ever seen before; the reception is relatively normal, with its cold lighting, linoleum flooring and hard backed chairs, but the patients are quite… abnormal. A man is sat two seats away from me, his body covered in hair and long sharp claws protruding from his fingers – I hear him telling the fairy beside him, whose wings are wilted and colourless, that he hasn’t been able to fully turn into his wolf form or his human form for weeks. Opposite them, a vampire sits with a bucket in his lap, vomiting blood into it every few moments, and the centaur stood beside his seat with his tail wrapped in a bloody bandage rubs his back soothingly. I think I’m the only human in here.

Normally, I’d have driven out to the Doctors’ Surgery in the next district – everyone knows that The District 9 Doctors’ Surgery caters specifically to magical injuries – but I somehow don’t think my problem can be solved by a human doctor. When I phoned the surgery yesterday, I asked for the next possible appointment. I was told by the receptionist that that wouldn’t be until mid-November, which never would’ve worked. So I did what I swore I wouldn’t do, and asked the receptionist to ask Dr Kim if he had any availability for y/n y/l/n. The receptionist sounded sceptical, but he put me on hold anyway, and came back to tell me that Dr Kim said he could just about fit me in.

‘Miss y/l/n? Dr Kim is ready to see you in Room 13,’ the receptionist calls out, and I rise from my chair, passing the vomiting vampire with a wince. I head down the clinical corridor, white bar lights flickering overhead, and when I reach Room 13, I take a deep breath and raise my hand to the door. I knock once, twice, and then wait to be told to come in. I hear nothing. I roll my eyes, knocking again a few moments later, and then I hear him call out, ‘Come in!’

I turn the handle, tentatively opening the door and slipping into the room. Whilst the reception may have looked like any old Doctors’ Surgery, Room 13 certainly does not. The walls are black and purple, flickering yellow lamps casting an eerie glow and providing the brightness that the room needs due to having no windows. The floor is an ugly brown and red patterned carpet, the kind you find in a decades old manor house, and wooden shelves and chests of drawers are dotted around the room, covered with various suspicious looking bottles and jars. Old tapestries hang on the walls, and mismatched armchairs and beanbags sit around the rickety table in the middle of the room – I suppose it’s more of a kitchen island type thing than a table – which has a crystal ball, magic wands and various mystical objects sitting atop it. The only things in the room that don’t look otherworldly or ancient are the laptop on the table, and the man stood in front of it, typing away.

He doesn’t look up when I walk in, so I just shut the door behind me, throwing myself down onto the comfiest looking armchair, practically sinking into it. I busy myself with filing my freshly done nails – I love my nail lady, but she can somehow never get them all even – whilst I wait for him to be done. ‘I just cleaned the room and you’re getting nail filings everywhere,’ he says after a few minutes, and I roll my eyes at him. ‘Are you sure you cleaned it? It looks a state,’ I say dryly, and he lets out a little laugh as I pull a flask out of my bag. I get up from my seat and hand him the flask, ignoring his raised eyebrow. ‘Wait, is this-’ ‘Iced americano. The way you like it,’ I say, and he grins, taking it from me with badly hidden excitement. ‘Look at you. Sweetening me up,’ he observes amusedly, and I roll my eyes again. ‘I was making it for myself but now I feel a little sick, so you can have it,’ I lie, and he just gives me a suspicious side-eye before sipping from the flask and letting out a blissful sigh.

‘What are you doing here?’ he asks after a few seconds, and I sigh, dragging one of the higher chairs over to the table and sitting on it, not wanting to be a few feet shorter than him in the armchair. ‘I need your help with something,’ I say, and he looks surprised. ‘Wait, you’re actually here to be treated?’ ‘Um… yes. Why else would I be here?’ I ask confusedly, and he hesitates. ‘Thought you might be here to… see me,’ he says quietly, and I feel a little awkward. ‘I… Seungmin, you have to understand w-’ ‘I understand, y/n, I completely understand, and I don’t blame you. It’s just that I’ve… missed you. And I don’t mean I’ve missed our relationship. I’ve missed you in my life. You don’t even show up to family events anymore, and my mum keeps asking why she hasn’t seen you. I don’t have the heart to tell her what happened,’ he murmurs, my heart twisting with guilt. I’m not quite sure what to say, desperately wracking my brains, but there isn’t anything to say, so we’re both silent.

Seungmin and I grew up living in houses opposite each other. Our parents were best friends, so we were best friends. We remained that way through nursery, all of school, and into our adult lives too. I was quite proud of having a wizard best friend who could solve nearly any problem I ever had. He made sure I never failed any tests, hurt myself, got into trouble, and he fixed anything I ever broke, found everything I ever lost, made sure nothing bad ever happened to me. And then we did the worst thing we could’ve done, and we fell in love with each other. Two years later, I had aged two years, and Seungmin had not – wizards are immortal, and so he stopped aging from the age of 18. 22-year-old me was dating 18-year-old Seungmin. It doesn’t seem like much of an issue, but I started thinking about the future. What about when I turned 30, and Seungmin still hadn’t aged a day into adulthood? When we’d had a child together, and he looked more like the kid’s sibling than the father?

‘Anyway… what’s wrong? Why’d you need my help?’ he asks, and I sigh deeply. ‘Basically… I was at the club with Chaeryeong the other night, and we were in the toilets, and I was putting on lipgloss. This girl next to me asked if she could use it, and I was like, ‘um, no’, because who shares lipgloss with a stranger in a club, and she got angry and started saying, ‘you think you’re so gorgeous, and you think you’re better than me,’ and basically went off on one, so I may have retaliated slightly, and turns out she was a witch, so she put a curse on me,’ I explain all in one breath, and Seungmin raises a sceptical eyebrow. ‘You wanna tell me what really happened?’ he asks, and I blink once, twice, before sighing.

‘She asked to borrow my lipgloss and I was kinda drunk and I may have been a bit of a bitch and told her she needed more than just lipgloss to fix her face,’ I admit ashamedly, and Seungmin’s mouth falls open. ‘y/n!’ ‘What? It’s not like I lied! Her makeup was terrible! It was the completely wrong colour for her skin, she hadn’t blended it, her eyelashes weren’t the right shape for her eyes and she hadn’t glued them on properly so they were hanging off, her eyeshadow clashed with her lipstick, it was all terrible! I wasn’t about to let her put my expensive ass lipgloss on top of that god-awful lipstick. So I tried to give her some girl-to-girl advice, but I was drunk so it came out the wrong way!’ I say defensively, Seungmin shaking his head at me in disbelief.

‘Did you tell her all those things? ‘…I may have, yes.’ ‘You’re such a bitch, y/n. Maybe she did her makeup like that on purpose. Maybe no one’s ever taught her how to do makeup. You didn’t need to come for her like that. God,’ he says, voice laced with shock and disappointment, and I feel like a little kid being told off by their teacher. ‘I apologised when she started crying b-’ ‘You made her cry?’ he demands, voice going up a few octaves, and I pout. ‘I didn’t mean to! I apologised, but she was already angry, so she cursed me,’ I say in a small voice, Seungmin’s unimpressed gaze making me feel quite ashamed. Not that I didn’t already! He’s just making me feel worse.

‘What was the curse she put on you?’ he asks, and I let out an angry noise just at the thought of it. ‘That I’ll age to look quadruple how old I actually am,’ I spit, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. ‘I’ve never heard that before. She probably just said it to scare you.’ ‘That’s what I thought. Until this happened,’ I say, turning my head away and lifting up my hair to reveal the base of my neck. I hear him suck in a breath, knowing he’s seeing the lock of hair at the back of my head, the one that’s now a powdery grey colour, wiry and ratty amongst the perfectly healthy hair that I put so much effort into looking after.

‘My body’s getting achy and I’ve got all these pains everywhere that I didn’t have a couple days ago. So I think the curse is real, Seungmin,’ I say seriously, and he nods, looking thoughtful. ‘So you want me to lift the curse off you?’ he asks, and I nod, giving him my best wide innocent eyes. ‘Can you do it?’ I ask, and he’s silent for a moment before replying, ‘I can. But I won’t.’ My heart drops, my mouth falling open slightly, and I blink at him a few times before I say, ‘what do you mean, you won’t?’ ‘I won’t lift the curse off you. You were rude and bitchy to that girl and not once have you shown me that you feel guilty about it. Instead, you’re sat here defending yourself and complaining about her like a little brat, so I think this should teach you a lesson,’ he says simply, and I stare at him in shock.

‘You’re joking, right? I demand, anger flaring through me at the way his eyes sparkle with mirth. ‘No, I’m being serious, actually. You judged that girl based on how she looked – I’m sure if she was conventionally pretty, with flawless makeup, you’d have lent her your lipgloss without a second thought, and probably becomes best friends with her too. That girl might have been the nicest person you’d ever come across. But you wouldn’t know, because you were mean to her. Now, the shoe will be on the other foot. You’ve coasted through life getting what you want because you’re pretty, and now that you’ll look all wrinkly and saggy, we’ll see how you like being on the receiving end of people’s judgement,’ he says cheerfully, my mouth falling open more and more as he speaks.

‘Seungmin, I’m sorry for being a bitch. I really am, and I do regret it. But surely that slightly bitchy behaviour doesn’t warrant this. Me looking like an ancient pensioner! I’ve learnt my lesson. Please don’t do this,’ I say desperately, starting to actually worry that he might not lift the curse. ‘Hmm, I don’t know if you have learnt your lesson, y/n. It’s not like I can take your word for it, because if I didn’t know you any better, you’d have gotten away with telling me a twisted version of what really happened. You’re a compulsive liar. So, I apologise, but I won’t be lifting the curse,’ he says seriously, but his lips are quirked up at the corners, making me realise he’s actually amused by this situation.

‘Seungmin, this isn’t a joke! You cannot let this happen to me!’ I shriek, panic making my hands shake, and he raises an eyebrow at me. ‘Shouting won’t make me change my mind,’ he says dryly, the two of us staring at each other, very different emotions in our gazes, and he sighs a few moments later. ‘How about this? When you show a true act of selflessness and generosity without any kind of judgement, the curse will break,’ he says, taking my hands into his as he speaks, and when I register his words, I snatch them away angrily. ‘No! I don’t want any stupid conditions or things I have to do! Just take the fucking curse off me, Min!’ I scream, fury making my voice waver, and he just laughs.

‘You took your hands away too late – it’s done now. This will teach you your lesson,’ he grins, and I want to literally throw myself across the table and teach him a lesson instead. ‘Seungie, please,’ I pout, stooping lower than I ever thought I would, and he hesitates for a moment before shaking his head, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘No, y/n. It’s done. Try not to judge someone based on their appearance for once, and you’ll be rewarded for it,’ he says mildly, and I just stare at him in disbelief for a few moments. ‘Are you doing this because I dumped you?’ I ask, unable to believe he simply wants to teach me a lesson, and he bursts out into laughter. ‘Flattering yourself a little there, aren’t you? No, y/n, that’s not why. Stop trying to find reasons to play this down. There are no other factors for this punishment other than your nasty behaviour.’ ‘Punishment? What are you, my dad? You don’t get to punish me!’ ‘I know you better than your dad does, better than anyone else does, and I know you’re better than this. I’m trying to help you.’ ‘You’ve got a funny way of showing it!’ I exclaim, silence falling between us.

‘If that’s all, y/n-’ ‘If that’s all? If that’s all?’ ‘Yes. If that’s all, you can leave. I only have ten minutes left of my lunch break, and then I’ve got another appointment. So you can go,’ he says with a small grin, effectively dismissing me like a parent sends a child to their room, and I let out an angry huff. ‘I can’t believe this. Some shitty doctor you are,’ I say childishly, bitter about this lesson he’s trying to teach me, and he just rolls his eyes amusedly. ‘My thousands of satisfied patients say otherwise. But that’s okay – you can’t please everyone. Especially not judgemental little brats,’ he grins, and I let out a shrill noise of rage, pushing myself up off the seat and grabbing my bag from the armchair.

‘And I’ll take this!’ I exclaim pettily, snatching the half-empty flask from the table, and he just laughs at me, making me feel even more murderous than I already do. ‘You’ll thank me eventually, y/n,’ he says gently, and I let out another angry huff. ‘I doubt it,’ I hiss, stomping towards the door and, just as I think I can’t be any more immature, I kick the shelves nearest me, watching as it wobbles and falls over to the side before stopping mid-air. ‘Really? How childish of you,’ Seungmin says amusedly, one hand outstretched in the direction of the shelves, his magic holding them up, and I let out an angry scream, sounding a lot like Regina George when she was putting herself in the Burn Book to get back at Cady. Is this really what I’ve become? How embarrassing,

‘I’ll see you at Jackson’s for Halloween,’ he calls out behind me as I reach the door. ‘I wouldn’t count on it,’ I hiss venomously, ‘my brittle bones may have already given way by then. God knows if I’ll even be able to walk, thanks to you!’ ‘No, y/n, you only have yourself to blame for this,’ he says, as he shakes his head with a sad smile. ‘Oh, cut out all the philosophical teaching-moment shit,’ I spit, wrenching open the door. As I do so, one of my nails flies off my finger. Not just the fake nail my technician put on this morning. The entire nail.

I hold back a gag, hearing Seungmin stifling laughter behind me, and I look away from it, feeling quite sick. My eyes meet Seungmin’s, and he must take pity on me when he sees how they’re full of angry and helpless tears, and he waves a hand in my direction. When I look down at my hand again, the nail is back in place, good as new. I look back at him in surprise, and he looks a little embarrassed. ‘No more of your nails will fall out. But I’m not fixing anything else for you. Now go, before your stupid pretty face convinces me to lift the curse,’ he says, and I feel a little hope spark in my chest. ‘Seungie, p-’ ‘Nuh-uh. Get outta here. Now.’ ‘But S-‘ ‘y/n, I will call security!’

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 37 (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: Things looked up for Violet as she finally settled into the new normal of working in design.

This Chapter: One of New York’s most illustrious editors-in-chief turns 40--in style.

***

Shit.

It had been an absolute hell week, Courtney being run ragged all day, everyday. She’d missed more meals than not, barely slept, had gotten used to only using the bathroom when Fame was occupied.

It was really the first time that she and Miss Fame had to interact directly for more than a few words, and if Courtney thought she was high-maintenance before, she had no idea how weird it would get.

On Tuesday, Courtney had been torn a new one for ringing the doorbell when she had dropped off a package at Fame’s house, Fame looking at her like she was absolute vermin.

How was Courtney supposed to have known that it was a deathsin not to just let herself into her boss’ house, Fame explaining to her like she was a retarded toddler that she valued her family life and private time too much to be interrupted, not at all catching the irony of the fact that she was imposing on Courtney’s private time by forcing her to come to her house at 10 pm.

And now, a casual text from Adore that she’d be there around 7:30 reminded her about Bianca’s party and she was absolutely panicking. She had less than an hour to make herself presentable with literally nothing to wear.

She’d meant to ask Ivy about a dress, days ago, and then again yesterday when she was arranging the delivery of Miss Fame’s present to the Marie Claire offices, but it had slipped her mind amongst all the other things she had to remember.  

She jumped up and raced into Raja’s suite, a cramp in her side, relieved to find the redhead still at her desk.

“Courtney? Are you okay?” Ivy rose from her seat, a concerned look on her face, ever the empath.

“I just...I forgot…” Courtney tried to catch her breath.

“Okay, take a breath. Whatever it is, it’s fixable. I promise.”

Courtney gulped. “I forgot that I’m supposed to go to this party tonight at the Guggenheim and it’s super fancy and my ride will be here in 40 minutes and I don’t have anything to wear and I don’t even know what the dress code means and I was just wondering if I could borrow something and I promise I’ll have it cleaned and returned by Monday but-”

“Courtney, breathe. Okay?” Ivy took her hand, inhaling deeply and then blowing out dramatically.

Had this job really killed so many of her brain cells that she needed assistance breathing now? Regardless, Courtney followed Ivy’s lead, taking a few deep breaths to slow her racing heart.

“Now,” Ivy began. “What does the dress code say?”

“Creative black tie?”

“Ah. Okay. Follow me.”

Courtney nearly cried with gratitude as Ivy led her into the wardrobe closet.

“Luckily, you’re a sample size, so this shouldn’t be too much of a challenge,” Ivy said. “It’s Bianca Del Rio’s party, right?”

“Yeah,” Courtney said, watching her paw expertly through the racks.

“Are you going for anything in particular?”

“I guess I wanna look…” Courtney racked her brain, unsure of what to say, when the word, “older” slipped from her lips.

Ivy paused, clearly not expecting that answer, and gave Courtney a curious look before nodding.

“I can work with that. Now, Bianca likes bold colors and dramatic silhouettes with clean lines, so I think something like this…” Ivy pulled a stunning, beaded blue cocktail dress out off the rack. “This will look good on you.”

Ivy was truly a gift from god. Not only did they find a dress that fit perfectly (they settled on a short, fire-engine red silk number with a plunging neckline), along with shoes, accessories, and a glamorous faux-fur wrap, but she even stayed to help Courtney with her hair and makeup, giving her a chic updo and dramatic winged liner.

“Ivy, honestly, if you ever need anything. Someone to cover your desk...a kidney...whatever...you know who to ask.”

“Good to know.” Ivy laughed, checking her makeup one more time, adding a little more glimmering highlighter to her cheekbones, and then proclaiming, “Alright, I think you’re done.”

“Thank you so much,” Courtney said again, pulling out her phone. She hadn’t heard from Adore in awhile, and wondered if she was stuck in traffic or something. She seriously hoped that she hadn’t rushed like crazy, inconveniencing Ivy and nearly giving herself an ulcer worrying, just to sit around waiting for an hour.

COURTNEY: ETA?

ADORE: Soon, I think. I’m on my way to Pearl’s, then we’ll pick you up. Do you want a gyro?

COURTNEY: I’M A VEGAN

ADORE: Oh yeah. Gross. I’ll text you when we’re close.

***

“Bianca! Darling!” Fame reached out her arms to pull Bianca in for a tight embrace.  “Happy Birthday!”

She and Patrick had just arrived at the stunning event space a few minutes earlier, and were immediately whisked off to a VIP area with a private bar, where Raja and Raven were already relaxing on sofas, Sutan and Violet standing at the bar chatting with Detox and Jujubee.

It was perfect, removed enough from the chaos of the dance floor, but with a perfect view over the railing. And the speed with which Bianca had arrived to greet her told her that she’s given special instructions for the staff to alert her to Fame’s presence--exactly the kind of preferential treatment that Fame expected.

“Thanks, blondie,” Bianca grinned, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Fame smiled widely, fluttering her lashes. “So do you. I love this dress!”

“Yeah, your tits look great!” Raja chimed in.

Bianca was wearing a sinfully tight black bandage dress, the neckline showing off her breasts and glowing skin, the hem just above her knees, her legs one of Bianca’s best assets.

“You can barely see that you’re turning 40.” Fame grinned, which earned her a pinch from Bianca, the other still keeping her in her arms.

“Shush.”

“Please,” Fame squeezed Bianca’s forearm, “So, tell me the truth, do you like the ring?”

Bianca held up her hand, where it glittered on her index finger.

Yesterday, Fame had had Bianca’s birthday present delivered to her office at the exact time of her birth, 3:57 pm. Fame knew Bianca liked her statement pieces, so she had custom ordered a cocktail ring, but not just any cocktail ring. Instead of the usual single band, a stone in the middle, Fame had gone for a three part twist in gold, sparkling garnets adorning it.

“It’s perfect, I love it,” Bianca said.

“Wonderful!” Fame clasped her hands together. “You’re impossible to shop for.”

“No I’m not! I love stuff,” Bianca countered. “Plus, you know...I’ll never say no to a present that’s unavailable in stores…”

She grinned wickedly, dimples deep, hand drifting down to Fame’s ass. Fame swatted it away with a scolding look.

“Really, Bianca.”

“What, it’s my birthday!” Bianca said. “You gotta give me something.”

“Fine, a tiny something,” Fame laughed, leaning in and giving her a sweet kiss on the lips, then following up with a light smack to her cheek.

“That’s not where I like being spanked,” Bianca said.

“Oh my god, you’re impossible!” Fame exclaimed, breaking away and stepping over to the bar while Bianca laughed gleefully behind her. “Now come on, tell me about your presents.”

***

“And a drink for the lady.” Sutan smiled as he handed Violet a glass, his date taking it with a sweet smile and a thank you, Sutan putting his arm back around her waist as they walked around.

He had picked Violet up at her apartment, his heart almost skipping a beat as she had pushed the double doors open and walked down the steps, her dress of the night absolutely stunning, the back open and taunting with it’s promise of bare impossibly soft skin.

“So,” Sutan rubbed his thumb up and down, gently caressing Violet’s back, “are you having fun?”

Sutan was happy that she was there, enjoyed spending time with her, but as he got to know her more and more, he slowly realized how little she actually enjoyed big crowds.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Sutan bit his lip, hiding a smile at Violet’s quick but short reply.

***

Alaska giggled delightedly, letting Jinkx twirl her on the dance floor. If you’d told Alaska a few years ago that she’d have a friend who she could have this much fun with sober, she’d have laughed in your face. But, even though Jinkx didn’t mind it, Alaska really didn’t enjoy drinking around her. So when they were together, Alaska felt like it was the least she could do to hold off on the booze. What she did enjoy was being with her, sober or not, looking into her sparkling brown eyes as they tripped all over their feet.

“For a Broadway star, you’re really uncoordinated,” Alaska laughed, and Jinkx pretended to be offended, then giggled.

“It’s hard to be mad when you call me a Broadway star.”

“Well, you are!” Alaska said, wrapping her arms around Jinkx’s neck and gazing at her happily. She loved these moments, just the two of them having the time of their lives, dancing and laughing and ignoring every other person in the room. They always had fun, but tonight, Jinkx seemed to have an extra bounce in her step, radiating a kind of joy, and it made Alaska feel so grateful to be around her.

“Thanks Lasky...you’re the best.”

They whirled and stumbled around the dance floor some more, until they were both breathless and needed a break.

“What are we feeling like tonight? Ginger ale? Cranberry and soda?” Alaska asked.

“You choose,” Jinkx said, clinging to her arm.

Alaska ordered a couple of drinks for them and then turned back to Jinkx, who was looking at her with the cutest little dreamy half-smile. She couldn’t help the tingling rush that went down her spine as she lowered her eyes and asked, “So...what’s going on with you tonight?”

“What do you mean?” Jinkx asked, eyes widening innocently.

“I mean...you’re just very...I don’t know...” A smile tugged at Alaska’s lips. “...twinkly tonight.”

“Well...I wasn’t gonna say anything because...it’s kind of silly, but,” she lowered her voice, eyes shining. “I ran into her again. Ivy.”

Alaska felt her whole chest deflate, forcing a smile as Jinkx continued.

“At Zabar’s! It’s like the universe is just conspiring to help us get together, you know?” Jinkx giggled happily.

A lump rose in Alaska’s throat and she nodded, using all her willpower to keep the smile painted across her face. “Oh, wow. That’s...that’s cool. Did you talk?”

“Yes. You’d be so proud of me, I even got her number!”

“Wow. Awesome!” Alaska felt like she was going to throw up, shifting her gaze to the bartender, grateful for the distraction as he slid two ginger ales across the bar. She couldn’t help wishing that half the glass was Jack Daniels. She handed one of them to Jinkx and took her own. It tasted just dust.

“Yeah, but she was still a bit formal, you know? I think I need to see her in a more relaxed setting. Do you think she likes opera? Maybe I can ask her to Madame Butterfly?” Jinkx chattered, away, oblivious to Alaska’s shift in mood.

“You really think the Met is a relaxed setting?”

Jinkx threw back her head and laughed, squeezing Alaska’s arm. “Omigod, you’re right. I’m such a dingbat. What would I do without you, Lasky?”

“I don’t know…” Alaska stirred her drink.

“What do you think she likes?”

“Uh, I’m really not sure,” Alaska said. And it was true. She knew that Ivy was sweet, and professional, and did her job with a kind of calm efficiency. But she didn’t know her very well on a personal level, their professional paths rarely crossing directly.

“Hmm, maybe you can ask around? If that wouldn’t be too weird?” Jinkx looked so hopeful and earnest that Alaska couldn’t help but smile for real in spite of herself, immediately agreeing to help her on this quest to capture Ivy’s heart.

“Of course. I’ll ask around.”

Jinkx sighed happily, leaning on Alaska’s shoulder, eyes falling closed for a moment. “You really are my favorite person, Lask.”

“Back atcha, Jinxky.”

***

Adore walked into Bianca’s party, feeling like a million bucks. Everyone that was anyone and even some who were nothing were there, and Adore knew she looked better than all of them with her purple hair, her pouty red lips, her short black leather dress, fishnets, and best of all… Pearl, the sexiest fucking goddess she’d ever seen in her life at her side.

She hung on Pearl’s arm, enjoying the jealous looks she got; knowing that everyone at the party wanted to be in her place. She even got a nasty look from some models, who were clearly all in love with her girl, but Adore didn’t care.

Pearl was here with her and only her. Pearl glanced at her every few seconds with a smug grin on her face, like the cat that just ate the canary. Well, if the canary was Adore’s pussy. Which would mean the cat was… Well whatever, Adore wasn’t an English scholar. She was in love.

The only thing that sucked was that Courtney looked so fucking miserable. They’d been a little late picking her up, due to getting, well, sidetracked for a while at Pearl’s, and then stopping for food. She thought that Courtney would be a bit more understanding, but she’d barely spoken two words in the car, even Pearl picking up on her obvious anger.

And now, even though she was at the coolest party in Manhattan, she didn’t look happy at all. Adore caught her eye, offering a hopeful smile, but received only a resigned nod in return. She reached out to touch her hand.

“Have I told you how gorgeous you look?” Adore asked, hoping that a compliment and a charming grin would be enough to lighten her mood.

“You think?” Courtney asked, adjusting one of her straps nervously. “I don’t look out of place?”

“Bitch, you put all these other girls to shame,” Adore promised, and was rewarded, finally, with a pleased smile from Courtney.

“Thanks.”

“Pearl!”

Adore looked over at the group of giggling socialites who were approaching them, only slightly annoyed when they swept her girlfriend up. She pouted as Pearl dropped her hand, but smiled again when she doubled back to whisper into her ear, “I’m gonna try and squeeze some gossip out of these hoes, and then I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Okay, but don’t be too long!” Adore pulled her in, branding her cheek with a dark red kiss before taking Courtney’s arm and sauntering away, pleased with herself. She scanned the party, looking for her sister and finally spotting her holding court near the bar. She cupped her hands over her mouth to shout through the crowd. “Bianca! Happy birthday, you ancient whore!”

*

Bianca turned towards her sister’s voice, barking out, “You’re late!”

“Whaddaya mean, we’re right on time for a grand entrance!” Adore countered, laughing.

“Well-” Bianca stopped, completely losing her train of thought when her eyes landed on Courtney. She was wearing a short red dress, the first time Bianca has seen her in a color other than pastels, and she looked absolutely fucking stunning--legs a mile long, one blonde curl falling into her eyes. Damn.

“You look cute, B. Very boobalicious,” Adore said, giving her a hug. “Not bad for an old lady.”

“Yeah, thank you,” Bianca said, eyes still locked on Courtney. “Hi, Courtney.”

“Hi. Happy birthday,” Courtney said, giving her a sweet smile. “Sorry we’re late.”

“Oh, that’s alright,” Bianca told her. “But here, uh...this’ll help you catch up.”

She took a couple of the signature drinks from a passing tray and handed them over. Adore immediately began to suck hers down, but Courtney hesitated.

“Um, what’s in this?”

“Courtney’s afraid of tequila. It makes her messy, right bae?” Adore bumped her hip.

“Something like that.”

“It’s called a Madras. Vodka, orange juice and cranberry. No tequila, but it will fuck you up. Be warned,” Bianca said with a wink.

“Well...cheers,” Courtney said, giving an adorable little laugh.

“Cheers.” Bianca took a sip of her own drink, then leaned in closer. “You look amazing, by the way.”

“Yeah?” Courtney’s eyes shone, her fingers twirling that stray lock of hair.

“Yeah.” Bianca tried unsuccessfully to wipe the stupid grin off her face, and instead broke the tension with, “I’m shocked that someone who’s friends with my sister has such good taste.”

“Hey!” Adore exclaimed.

“Don’t be too impressed. It’s a loaner,” Courtney replied drily, causing Bianca to throw back her head and laugh.

“Fair enough.” She downed the rest of her drink, waving off a couple of acquaintances who were trying to get her attention.

“Be right back,” Adore said, scampering away towards Pearl, of course jumping the second the blonde so much as crooked a little finger.

Courtney reached out for her, but she was already gone. She sighed slightly, looking a little bit dejected, and Bianca cleared her throat.

“So listen, I heard through the grapevine that you’re looking for a way to avoid your, uh, Galactica employers while you’re here?”

Courtney looked up, startled. She seemed shocked that Bianca was still talking to her, and she stammered uncomfortably. “Oh. Yeah, no, I just-”

“Listen, it’s understandable, you wanna have a good time. Can’t do that while your boss is breathing down your neck, right?” Bianca flashed her dimples.

“Well...yeah,” Courtney admitted, laughing a little.

Bianca stepped closer, slipping an arm around her shoulders and lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Fame and Raja are well contained, don’t worry. I made a VIP section since those two need a velvet rope to feel like they’re having a good time.”

Courtney giggled. “Like a rich person playpen?”

“It’s a prison of their own making,” Bianca affirmed,  giving her a wink. “Trust me, they’re looking down on everyone the way they prefer, and they ain’t leaving.”

“Well...thank you.” Courtney bit her lip. It was hard to tell in this light, but it looked like a slight blush had crept into her cheeks, and Bianca found herself even more enamored.

“Anytime.”

A second later, she felt someone tap on her arm: one of the Marie-Claire board members, who she sadly couldn’t ignore.

“Sorry, I have go...do hostess shit,” Bianca said, regret flooding her chest, and Courtney nodded.

“Of course.”

She turned towards the middle-aged man and his young wife, saying her cursory hellos and giving air kisses, making small talk with them both. As soon as she could manage, though, she spared a glance back at Courtney.

The plan, from the moment Adore told her that Courtney was coming, had been to seduce this smoking hot friend of her sister’s. And she figured that the “rough break-up” that Adore’d reported would make it a sure thing. An easy and fun little fling--a birthday present to herself.

But now, something about the wistful, faraway expression on her delicate face as she smoothed down her skirt made her look vulnerable, in a way that gave Bianca pause. As stunning as she was--and fuck, she was an absolute knock-out--it didn’t make Bianca want to seduce her. Instead, it made her want to protect her. Ugh, why did her fucking conscience have rear its ugly head tonight, on her birthday of all nights?

“Thank you so much. Be sure to check out the raw bar!” she said, finally escaping and ready to head back to Courtney--but Adore beat her to it.

She watched as her sister came bounding up, Pearl in tow, and grabbed Courtney’s hands to pull her onto the dance floor.

Well, good. She should have a good time. Lord knows, anyone who worked for Fame deserved to blow off some steam. Bianca snatched another drink from a passing tray, trying to redirect her attention to the Welsh model who’d been giving her bedroom eyes all night.

***

Violet was having a surprisingly good time, taking small sips of her champagne. She had hurried home from work, almost ready when Sutan had texted that he was downstairs, the smile on Sutan’s face when he had seen her dress almost, almost, almost worth it’s price tag.

She had never been to an event of this size without having to worry if catering ran out of ice, or if she’d need to get taxis for whoever got way too drunk. It was nice to just stand by Sutan’s side, nice to be allowed to just be, without having to entertain or constantly think about everything that could go wrong.

“Ah, yes, of course.” Sutan smiled, his thumb rubbing up and down the small of Violet’s back. He was talking to one of the models from Elite, Violet vaguely recognizing her from some of the headshots she had presented to Fame for the fall collection. “I’ll be sure to tell Marcel about that.”

“Excuse me,” Violet turned, her eyes falling on a man with a camera, the card around his neck instantly telling her that he was from OK! magazine. “I was wondering if I could take a few pictures?”

“Oh,” Violet didn’t know what to do, her stomach instantly tightening.

“Sure,” Sutan grinned, turning towards the camera. “Right girls?”

“I-” Violet didn’t want to be in the picture, didn’t want someone she didn’t know documenting where she was, didn’t want to risk it ending up online. “I don’t-”

“Oh of course,” Sutan took her glass, handing it off to someone. “There we go.”

“Sutan”

“Come here,” Sutan put an arm around the model, posing both of them.

“Please-” Violet could feel Sutan’s hand on her hip, holding her tight, keeping her trapped, her throat closing up.

“Should we smile?”

“No,” The photographer looked out from behind his camera, “just be natural.”

Violet pushed away, forcing Sutan to let her go as the camera went off. She didn’t hear Sutan say her name, a quick flicker of a question on his face, didn’t see him smile apologetically to the photographer and pose with the model, didn’t notice any of it as she made her way outside, escaping the only thing she could think of.

***

Juju strolled through the crowd with Raven. She appreciated the whole VIP setup as much as anyone, but this was a massive party, and they’d decided to come spend a little time where the action was, maybe dance a bit -at least as much as her poor pregnant body would allow. They were stopped by a group of models, Raven proudly showing off her engagement ring and letting the other girls fawn all over her.

Juju put up with the schmoozing for a couple of minutes--after all, those girls were potential clients, until she spotted Bianca nearby and politely excused herself from the group, knowing that Raven would be perfectly content with her little fan club.

Bianca was chatting up some sweet young thing (typical), and Juju couldn’t resist messing with her a little. She wrapped her arms around Bianca’s waist from behind, asking in a low, husky voice, “Tell me I’m your favorite, Daddy.”

It was a joke between the two of them, something that had started years ago when Juju and Detox were first dating. They’d shown up at brunch one morning in the middle of a heated argument about whether it was appropriate for her to call him “Daddy” during sex--ironically, only a few months before she got preganant with their first child. It wasn’t a kink thing, exactly, it was just that she thought it was funny, and especially so when she saw his freaked out reaction. The group agreed that right or wrong, if it bothered him then she probably shouldn’t say it. But Bianca, ever the good sport, had pulled the smaller woman into her lap and declared that if she really needed to call someone Daddy, she was ‘willing to take one for the team.’

Juju accompanied her breathy greeting by biting gently on Bianca’s ear, adding, “Pwease?”

Bianca burst out laughing, pulling her close and introducing her to a very confused looking girl. “Tayce, you must know my friend Juju Sanderson. The brilliant hairstylist who owns Jujubee’s downtown?”

“Oh, yeah! It’s an honor!” Tayce said, her brown eyes lighting up as a dazzling smile spread across her face. “I’ve been trying to get an appointment with you, but you’re booked up for months!”

Juju had to bite back her laugh when she heard Tayce speak--Bianca always was a sucker for an accent.

“Well, play your luck with Daddy here, and you might jump the queue,” Juju said with a wink.

“Among other benefits,” Bianca cackled. “You know you’re the only one who I’d let get away with that Daddy shit, right?”

“Yes, thank you. You’re a lot more fun than my husband.”

“In so many ways,” Bianca said, turning to Tayce and giving her a playful smirk.

***

Violet took a deep breath, letting it out through her teeth as she could finally feel her heart slow down, though the knot in her stomach wasn’t going away.

She knew she couldn’t help it, but it was impossible not to feel an inkling of shame travel up her spine, the feeling that she was being ridiculous impossible to push down.

Sutan hadn’t meant anything by it, taking photos a part of his life, being in the public eye something that simply came natural for him.

Violet took a last breath, pushing away from the wall she had been leaning against to go back to the party, hoping that Sutan hadn’t noticed how strange she was acting.

It wasn’t that Violet liked acting this way, that she wanted to feel the panic rising in her body whenever she saw a camera in a stranger's hand, but she couldn’t help it.

She was an adult now, she had her own life, her own money and even her own job and her own apartment, but it was hard not to hide, impossible not to react to the instinctive fear that welled up in her at the risk of being found.

Violet walked back inside, the noise and the amount of people feeling so much more overwhelming when she wasn’t at Sutan’s side. She made her way through the crowd, easily spotting both Fame and Pearl, avoiding both of them.

She was starting to think Sutan had left, Raja nowhere to be found either, when she saw him sitting at a table, surrounded by models. He was laughing loudly, his arm around one of the girls, several of the models’ phones taking pictures of everything that was happening.

Violet’s stomach did a flip, the panic from earlier rushing through her body. She couldn’t go over there, couldn’t be a part of that part of Sutan’s world, so instead, Violet did what she always did.

Turned around, and walked away.

***

[Raja?] Sutan put a hand on Raja’s hip, turning her around. Sutan had been sitting with a group of models, doing shots and having fun right up until one of them had touched his legs under the table, and he had abandoned ship instantly.

[Have you seen Violet?]

He hadn’t seen her in over an hour, and while Sutan was more than sure that Violet could take care of herself, he had started to worry.

[Sutan!] Raja grinned, stepping into his space, looping her arms around his neck. [Hello brother dear.]

[Hello.] Sutan smiled, once again reminded of how much he truly loved Raja. She was tipsy, her eyes swimming slightly, which was probably why she hadn’t responded to his question. [Have you seen Violet?]

[Violet?] Raja tilted her head, her hand fiddling with the hairs at the nape of his neck. [No?]

[Shit.] Sutan bit his lip, his hands resting on Raja’s hips.

[Maybe she just left?] Raja smiled, running her fingers through his hair. [There’s no need to worry.]

[Maybe...]

[She can handle herself.]

[Mmmh.] Sutan knew that Raja was probably right, but it still felt weird that VIolet hadn’t said goodbye, and if he was honest, he was disappointed that they wouldn’t be going home together at the end of the night. [I’ll send her a text.]

Sutan was just about to reach into his pocket, was just about to get his phone out, when he saw a photographer to his left, just outside the VIP section. The paparazzi always loved to get photos of him and Raja together, and while he was sure Raja hadn’t noticed, he made sure to twist her slightly to the left, getting her good side as he smiled at the camera.

***

“Every guy here is drooling over you, bae,” Adore giggled, spinning Courtney on the dance floor before accepting another drink from Pearl.

“Not just the guys,” Pearl added with a wink.

Courtney laughed. In spite of her hesitation in tagging along, she’d been having a pretty good time. The attention was fun, of course, but Courtney’d barely noticed the alleged guys drooling over her. She couldn’t help thinking about the way she’d felt when Bianca put that arm around her, the way her brown eyes had sparkled in the dim light. The way goosebumps prickled her skin as Bianca’s fingers grazed her shoulder.

Her gaze kept being pulled in Bianca’s direction. Eyes drifting over her enticing curves in that tight dress. And occasionally, to her absolute thrill, Bianca would be looking back at her. Every time their eyes met, her stomach flipped around like crazy.

It was silly, she knew that. She knew that Bianca was only being nice to her because she was Adore’s friend. A nice kid. That it didn’t mean anything deep. This was, after all, a woman who dated supermodels and Oscar winners. Like the gorgeous girl by her side most of the evening, who had a face that Courtney instantly recognized from last month’s British Vogue cover.

Still.

The reality of the situation didn’t stop her from pretending, even just to herself, even just for the night, that maybe there was something there, that warranted all these confusing feelings swirling around inside her like a tornado.

And later, when they were saying goodbye, she allowed herself to enjoy the way Bianca’s palm pressed to the small of her back. She even let her lips linger for a few moments on Bianca’s warm cheek, kissing her goodnight.

***

SUTAN: Did you leave?

[MISSED CALL]

SUTAN: The party is still going.

SUTAN: Did you get home safe?

[MISSED CALL]

SUTAN: I can’t find you.

[MISSED CALL]

SUTAN: Violet??

VIOLET: I’m fine.

[justlookatthosesausages]

:: “Memoirs” :: post-Frozen 2 Time Travel AU

======= CHAPTER 4 =======

“That’s the craziest plan.” Puffed Anna.

“It can’t be worse than sending a letter to yourself.” Commented Elsa. 

Anna turned to her. “Hey, that actually wasn’t that bad of an idea.”

The blonde sighed, amused nonetheless. “You really need me to teach you a thing or two about time paradoxes.”

“Sorry, I forgot for one moment that I have a nerd as my elder.”

Elsa gently nudged her, and Anna giggled. 

“I get it, you know.” Said the redhead. “No interacting with anyone, ever. We do not go nearby the castle because there’s a way we cross ways with our young Father coming home, we do not go to the East part of the village because this is where Mother was found and adopted, annnd we try to avoid talking to pretty much anyone because they could be young versions of Kai, Gerda or the guards or the maids, that we don’t recognize.”

Elsa grinned. “You’re the clever one.”

“What? Nah, you’re the one with the brain cells. I just repeated what you told me.”

“I never explained that to you.” Pointed the elder.

“You didn’t?”

“No. You grasped it all by yourself.” 

“Really?”

Elsa sighed, but with some tenderness. “You once told me ‘When will you see yourself the way I see you?’, but it also applies to you. Do you realize of much better of a Queen you make compared to me?”

“No, that’s not true, you--” Anna started to defend, but Elsa wasn’t going to let her demean herself. 

“You’re way more clever than me, Anna. These last years, you solved mysteries and found solutions faster than me. You saved my life twice. Twice, Anna. Do you have any idea how much people admire you? How much I admire you?”

Anna stared at her sister, stunned by her words. Her lips trembled as she was about to blabber a response, but she gulped with a slight blush. She actually didn’t know what to say. She then analyzed Elsa’s facial expression. 

“You look like you wanted to say that since a long time.” 

“I do.” Smiled Elsa, taking Anna’s hand in hers. “Since we became the Bridge, I wanted to tell you in many occasions. But I never really found the right moment.” She paused. “Who would have thought that I’d tell you that more than 30 years before?”

Anna laughed, and her elder joined in. “Thank you. So much.”

It was all she could say, her modesty preventing her from saying anything else, especially enhanced since she became Queen. Her emotion still tightened her throat, and she had started to see Elsa blurry, so she coughed lightly and re-focused on what they were doing. 

“Alright. Speaking of time travel... Where were we?”

Elsa smiled as they stopped looking at each other to stare at the same direction. “The rule is to not interact with anyone. But with harmless things...” 

She waved her hand, and with a flick of the wrist, a gust of ice escaped her magic palm and sneaked in between the legs of the stable boys from the place they were hidden. 

The sparkling and glowing blue thread discreetly made its way to a cart, like an eel having fun and crackling. Anna raised an impressed eyebrow at how fast Elsa was in her magic now. She could control her ice mentally with incredible speed and mastering, no matter what the distance was. She just had to look at it from where she was if she wanted to be precise, which was the current case, and Anna’s eyes alternated between looking at the trajectory of the magic and Elsa’s focused face. 

She had what the younger now called ‘The Scrunch’ in between her eyebrows, which often appeared when she was concentrating as she carved wood in the Forest or tried to understand Olaf’s handwriting on charades’ papers. 

She let out a small giggle at the Scrunch, but tried not to distract the Snow Queen. They were trying their best to not be spotted, hiding behind barrels, and it would ruin everything. 

Finally, the controlled gust of magic arrived to its destination, and Elsa made sure that neither of the blacksmith and the wheelwright were looking at the cart before she snapped the bars of one of the wheels. With a satisfyingly quiet snap, it broke, and none of the people around noticed that the cart now had a default. 

“Here we go.” Smiled Elsa, not hiding her relief sigh that it all went well. 

She waved her hand to vanish the ice, and turned to a beaming Anna. 

“How did you possibly see from that far?” The latter asked.

“I don’t know.” Shrugged Elsa. “You couldn’t?”

“The shop is a hundred meters away, Elsa. Of course I don’t. I wonder if your sense of sight got sharpened since you became the Fifth Spirit.”

Instead of tossing that commentary away, the Snow Queen hummed and considered it. “That’s actually possible. I noticed I could hear the sounds of the Forest better afterwards. Or maybe it was just Gale bringing them to me.”

“Well, that was awesome. Breaking a part of a cart so the wheelwright will have to fix it and therefore shift all her production day after day and then year after year until the day I rent one to come see you? And so with the delay difference I won’t touch the glowing magical rock because we won’t have the same walk in the Forest? Brilliant. It definitely was a crazy plan, and it’s brilliant. You’re amazing.”

Elsa simply shrugged. “You’re the one who made me think of it when retelling what happened.”

Anna stared at her. 

“Can’t you just take a compliment?”

“Uh?”

“You just broke a cart on a surgical level thanks to a spark of magic sent from the other end of the street, and you’re like ‘oh yeah it’s thanks to you’??!?”

“What?” Frowned Elsa, genuinely confused. 

Anna blinked as she realized that Elsa wasn’t trying to be modest. 

“Wait... You’re not really used to receive compliments.”

The blonde looked away, and that slight embarrassment confirmed Anna’s theory. 

“Elsa, you always give compliments! To everyone! You even bathed me in compliments just earlier. You should learn to get some as well!”

“But anyone deserves them more than me.” Pouted Elsa. 

Anna’s mouth opened wide in shock. She couldn’t believe her ears. 

“ELSA!”

“Shhhh!” Whispered the Snow Queen. 

“I don’t care if I’m loud about it, damnit, I want to be loud about it, I want to loudly tell you how many compliments you deserve. Everyone in Arendelle and Northuldra admire you!”

“I know.” Mumbled Elsa. “But I’ve never done any big effort to get that recognition. People mostly admire me for my magic, and I was born with it, so...”

The younger hesitated between slapping her forehead or Elsa’s arm. 

“Elsa, this couldn’t be more far from the truth. And, for God’s sake, you stopped a tidal wave with your bare hands and saved a whole kingdom from being flooded. What can ever top that?”

“Nokk helped.” Specified the Fifth Spirit. 

Anna grumbled. “Please understand that you have the right to receive compliments, okay?”

Elsa remained quiet, like she always was when Anna raised her voice on her and said the truth. She simply nodded. 

“Come here.”

The elder lifted her head, and found herself in Anna’s arms, hugging her warmly. Elsa gave the hug back, holding her sister tight against her.  

With smiles, they parted. 

“Your turn now. Do you think you could sneak into that shop there and get us two hoods?” Asked Elsa as she pointed at a window.

“Discretion is my middle name.” Grinned Anna, stretching her fingers.

“It really isn’t.” Smirked Elsa, and memories of their whole life in common could provide counter-examples. “But I trust you on this. Since the Great Thaw, you went more than me into that shop - yes, that’s because I didn’t need new clothes as much as you do - and you know the lady more than me. You’ll know how to borrow two clothes without getting busted.”

“Just say ‘steal’.”

“I thought you wanted to repay everyone once we get back to the future?” Frowned Elsa, surprised by the Queen’s precision. 

“Yes, of course, but for now, it’s still theft. I’m about to steal from my citizens. And we need money too. Goodness, I’m about to steal money from them. It’s making me sick.” Murmured Anna, hands on her cheeks. 

“Don’t think too much about it. It’s gonna be okay eventually.” Assured Elsa, but it made her feel bad as well.

Anna nodded and stood up. She went to the shop, wisely inspecting each of the clients’ movements and the manageress so no one could see her face, and made her way through the store. Elsa saw her bounce and leap discreetly in the room by the window, and she clenched her hands in stress. She wondered if she was more worried in that moment than Anna. 

After long painful minutes, Anna reappeared at the door, being as careful as she was on her way in, and soon swiftly ducked behind the barrels next to her sister. Elsa felt great relief to have her back. She couldn’t tell if it was because Anna made it with no problem, or because her sister was at her side again after being alone for those long minutes, trapped 30 years in the past on her own.

“Tadaaaa!” Smiled Anna, beaming like a thousand suns in her pride. 

There was a silence, and Elsa gulped and nodded with a smile as a congratulation gesture. 

“Why are you crying?” Frowned Anna, and she let down the hands she had lifted with one hood in each. 

Elsa urged to sniff and blink to not show anything. “I’m not crying.”

The Queen bent her head. “For someone who’s been hiding the truth about herself for a tremendous amount of time, you’re terrible at lying.” 

The blonde had a giggling sigh. “I’m just... I’m just glad you’re here. Without you, I don’t know what I’d have done after time traveling. I’d have panicked and... You know.”

Anna smiled warmly. “It’s a good thing we got each other, uh? You do the magic stuff, I do the clothing stuff. It’s equality!” She exclaimed, raising the hoods in victory. 

They laughed together, and their laughter was interrupted by their stomachs rumbling in one voice. 

“Okay, let’s put them on. Oh, and keep my jacket underneath. We’re gonna go get some food.” 

“But we can’t enter into an inn, it’s too risky!” 

“We’re not going to eat in a pub. Some of the merchants on the market square sell grilled meat, and I’ve never seen their faces before. Which means that they’re just passing by Arendelle. With that fact and the hoods, we have no risk to alter the events in the future.”

Elsa’s jaw dropped, and melted in a smile. “When I tell you that you’re the clever one.” 

The redhead attached her cloak with a chuckle.

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“Adele!”

It took a few seconds for Elsa to understand that Anna was calling her. 

“I found us a spot”, smiled the redhead as she pointed at the place she was sitting. 

It was a bench in the shadows of the docks, and if Elsa hadn’t recognized Anna’s voice, she would never have noticed her under her hood with her fiery hair hidden in a bun under the fabric. She made her way to her after getting food from the stand.

“Here. I asked for a double dose of sauce on yours.”

“Ooooh, neat!” Exclaimed Anna, clapping her hands before taking the skewer she was giving her. 

As Elsa ate her grilled meat with a satisfied hum and looked at the people chatting on the market square, Anna counted how much money they had left. She giggled as she noticed how, back at the time they were in, the coins had Arendelle’s crocus on one side, and the castle on the other. 

“Hey, look.” She said, holding one at Elsa’s eye level. “The design was different. I prefer the ones from our present time with your face on, but those are pretty. Doesn’t that remind you of when Papa told us about how money works?”

The Snow Queen had to shift the edge of her hood aside to see what she was showing her. She had tied her platinum blonde hair in a braid to hide it in her back, and blocked the hood’s material. She smiled at the coin. 

“Yes. I remember how desperate he was when he tried to explain to you what money was for. You were convinced that one can buy goods and services with hugs and love.”

Anna laughed out loud. “Well, I still do.”

Elsa smiled as they continued to eat.  

The market place became crowded quickly, Arendellians enjoying the warm weather to eat dinner outside and enjoy the animations near the harbor. 

“To think that at the moment we speak, he’s right over there, in the castle... Coming back from the Forest and probably panicked about all that happened...” Muttered Anna once she finished eating, and staring at the castle’s walls. 

The elder nodded sadly. “It’s difficult to resist the urge to go tell him that everything will be fine. But it’s something he has to face alone.” 

They didn’t add anything else, minutes passing by, and cuddled against each other.

Elsa lifted her head as the crowd became thicker and more noisy, and a man and a woman near them got louder in their exchange. Anna followed the same movement.

“Have you heard the rumors? The King is dead!” Muttered the woman. 

The man gasped and covered his mouth. “Odin’s name, really?”

Anna grumbled. “That’s not much of a waste.” 

She got nudged by her elder. “Anna!”

The redhead gave her a look. “Why are you scolding me? You know I’m right. As cruel as it is to say it, our grandfather was a terrible man. Even if we’re talking about family, I’m not feeling any sadness for him.”

“Still...” Muttered Elsa, but deep inside, she totally agreed with Anna. 

The difference between them was that Anna felt no shame in stating it out loud, when Elsa heeld all her anger against him inside her since the moment she discovered the truth about him, and how he... 

“I heard rumors saying that the chief of some clan up North killed him.” Revealed the woman.

“That’s the other way around.” Groaned Anna through gritted teeth. 

He was the one who killed the Northuldra chief. To hear someone spread the fake news actually brought Elsa to a state of internal rage, and she had to physically restrain herself to not stand up right then and yell to the face of the woman that she got it all wrong. 

Her hands clenched on the bench, and Anna noticed it. Her gaze turned to Elsa’s face, and she smiled sadly. 

“Yes, now I get it. As difficult as it is, we must not take action.” She whispered, putting her hand on Elsa’s. 

To their relief, the two people walked somewhere else, but Elsa knew that they were going to think they know the truth for 30 years. Until Anna and herself would explain on the public square what really happened after they got back from their adventures up North, announce their new roles as two sides of the Bridge, and more importantly talk about how they both are in fact half-Northuldra. 

“Are you okay?” Wondered Anna. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just... Thinking.” 

Elsa suddenly turned her eyes away from the two people to stare at her younger. “Why?? Is it cold? Does the air seem colder to you??”

Anna gave her a warm smile, and it chased her fear away in an instant. “Elsa, you have full control now. You know it. You don’t have to be afraid about that anymore.”

“But still...”

“When was the last time it happened? Hum?” Still smiled her sister. “We worked on it after the Great Thaw. And since you’re the Fifth Spirit, I hadn’t felt once a moment where you chilled the room.”

She then snorted, and Elsa frowned. “What?”

“I’m thinking of a pun. Ironically, things are not cold anymore because now, you just chill. It’s funny, no?”

There was a silence as the blonde had a jaded expression. 

“I don’t know what I would be without you, Anna, but sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you as a sister.”

Anna grinned. “Come on, you loved it.”

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The sun set faster than they expected on the Arendelle’s horizon. It was obvious that they couldn’t go sleep in a hotel, and the night would be warm, so they decided to go up on the hills where they knew no one lived to sleep outside.

Building a camp and lighting a fire now was something they became masters at; years of living in the Forest and ice powers helped a lot. 

Once Elsa was done crafting an ice hut with large moves of the hands, Anna snorted.

“You couldn’t help drawing that snowflake above the entrance, uh?”

Elsa bit her lip to hold a chuckle. “It’s not a snowflake, though. It’s the Spirits symbol. At least it’s up to date.”

“You boastful dork.” 

They looked at the beautiful sunset in the distance, and were at the perfect place to admire it. With satisfaction, they sat on the grass and admired how it covered the kingdom, which would later become theirs, in an orange blanket. 

“Do you think that tomorrow, we’ll wake up and it was all just a dream?” Wondered Anna.

Elsa snorted. “I doubt it. It feels very real, too real even. But we’ll find a way to get back. I never loose hope as long as I’m with you.” 

Anna smiled. “I always try to help people be positive.”

Elsa sighed in happiness, eyes on the horizon. 

“It’s true, you do. She’ll be very lucky to have you.”

“Who?” 

“Your daugh-”

Elsa suddenly interrupted herself with a gasp. She slammed her hand on her mouth, her face distorted in a fearful expression, shocked and panicked to have let that slip out. 

“...What?” Muttered Anna. 

There was a silence, Elsa gasping again, and tears of disappointment towards herself filled her eyes. 

The redhead stared at her. “Did you just say... My daughter?”

Elsa was still mute, her hand clamped to her mouth.

“What do you mean?” Asked Anna, her eyes wide. “Elsa, what do you mean, my daughter?”

[nazariolahela]

Something Domestic: Chapter 2

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a new TRR AU I’ve been working on. This story is told in first-person narrative, from Riley’s (MC) POV. There will likely be smidges of canon in this, but not too much. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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Synopsis: When Riley Brooks takes a new job as a nanny for the affluent Rhys family in New York’s Upper East Side, she assumes she’s just going to care for the children of the couple who hired her. But instead of just school pick-ups and afternoon snacks, she also finds herself spending time with Liam, the handsome divorced dad. Can Riley control her feelings for Liam while still performing the job she was hired for?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: Riley gets the grand tour of her new employer’s home.

Madeleine walks me through the rest of the penthouse, showing off each room. We make our way to the second floor where the bedrooms and bathrooms are located. The second level has the best view, in my opinion. At the top of the stairs, the floor splits into two wings. Down the west wing, she points out a playroom, and Charlotte and Philip’s rooms, a large bathroom with a soaking tub, and a walk-in shower that’s probably bigger than my entire apartment.

There are doors on either side of the bathroom that lead to the kids’ rooms. We continue down to the end of the hall to the guest room, which has its own half bath. The size of this room makes me think it’s the master bedroom, except for the tiny bath. Looking around, I notice a book and a cell phone charger on the nightstand next to the bed. There is also a bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. This room looks pretty lived-in for being a guest room, and I wonder to myself who else is staying here. 

Making our way back, we head down the east wing of the penthouse, and she shows me Liam’s office and the master suite. In the middle of the tour, Madeleine’s phone buzzes and she excuses herself to answer it. Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I slip in through the slightly ajar door to see the most amazing sprawling master bedroom with a four-poster bed. There’s a massive walk-in closet full of designer clothes and shoes.

A single framed photo sits on one of the nightstands. I make my way closer to inspect it and see that it’s a wedding photo. Awkward.

I inspect the photo. Liam looks like the happiest man in the world. Of course, Madeleine isn’t smiling. I’m pretty sure the woman is incapable. I step away from the photo and examine the rest of the bedroom.

To the left, is the five-fixture en-suite master bath. A sliding glass door leads out to a triple-wrap terrace where a fire pit sits in the middle of an eight-piece outdoor sofa set. The view from the balcony is absolutely stunning. The New York skyline sits in front of me like a priceless painting. I slip through the sliding door and make my way across the balcony. As I take in the view, I peek over the railing to see the bustling street below. A girl could get used to this.

“Enjoying the view?” A voice says from behind me, and I jump. I turn around to find Liam standing in the doorway, watching me. Good lord, this man is stunning. I need to control myself if I'm going to be working for him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be out here. Madeleine was giving me a tour, and she had to take a phone call.” I say as my cheeks burn.

He smiles at me, shaking his head. “No biggie. She got a call from work so she asked me to finish giving you the tour. But it seems you’ve already found your way around the place. What do you think so far?”

“This place is incredible. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a home.” I say, turning back to stare out at the cityscape. I feel him behind me, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand.

“It is a pretty spectacular view,” he says, striding across the balcony toward me. “One of the reasons we bought this place is because of this. I fell in love with it the minute I saw it.”

I nod, looking around the balcony. “I can see why.” I don't even know how much he paid for this place, but it’s totally worth it. Note to self: Look up the value of his home on Zillow later tonight. I turn to him, “The place is amazing. Even though it's so spacious, it feels so cozy." I pause. Do I bring up the guest room? I don't know why it's necessary, but before I can stop myself, I blurt out the question. "Uhmmm..one more thing. Just curious if anyone else is going to be living here. I noticed the guest room looks like someone’s been staying in there.”

His body stiffens and he looks down at the ground as his hand rubs the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. That’s actually what I wanted to speak with you about earlier, but the kids were in the room.”

I cock my eyebrow at him. “Oookay?”

He takes a deep breath and his steely blue eyes stare into mine. God, I could get lost in them. His voice wavers as he speaks. “Madeleine and are in the middle of a divorce. That’s her room.”

My own baby blues widen. Well, this just went from zero to awkward AF in about 2.5 seconds. How did I not notice that beforehand? The cold looks she shot him during my interview. The way she sat separately from her family. The martini at 11 o’clock in the morning. “Oh...I see,” I reply, averting my eyes back to the skyline.

“We haven’t told a lot of people yet. The tabloids don’t even know. The only people who know are our families and close friends. And, well you, now. We’re hoping to make this as civilized as possible without upsetting Charlotte and Philip too much. Once everything is finalized, we’re going to tell the kids and she’ll be moving out. In the meantime, she stays in the east wing with the kids.”

“So, what’s up with the wedding photo on the nightstand?”

He sighs deeply and runs his fingers through his hair. “I guess I haven’t gotten around to putting it away yet. Part of me hasn’t accepted that our marriage is over.”

I swallow, not entirely sure how to respond. He's opening up to me, and I don't know how to comfort him. Come to think of it, why does he feel the need to tell me this? I'm not family or close friends. I'm just a stranger. His kids' nanny, actually. I understand why he thinks this is important information for me to know, considering I’m going to be a part of his family’s lives for the foreseeable future, but it seems so personal. I wonder to myself, not daring to ask what happened. As if he’s reading my thoughts, he answers my question. 

“She cheated on me. Slept with some stuffy suit from her PR firm. Rashad or something like that.” He turns to me and I catch him watching me out the corner of my eye.

Holy shit. Talk about a scandal. My heart breaks for him. I think to myself how someone could do something like that to someone they supposedly love. Especially someone as good looking as Liam. Even when he’s heartbroken, he looks so kissable. Damnit, Riley. Stop it. This is bordering on inappropriate. The man’s wife betrayed him and he's your motherloving boss, you horny bitch! I push the thoughts back and nod. “I'm sorry to hear that. Forgive me for overstepping, but why are you telling me this?”

He laughs in a rich, deep tone, the sound reverberating through my body. “Well, since you’re practically a part of our family now, I figured that you should know. I’m sorry if it feels like I’m pouring my heart out to you. I just wanted you to be aware of the situation in case it comes up.”

I give him a weak smile and rack my brain, thinking of something to change the subject with. Think Riley, think. After what feels like forever, I speak up. “So, other than your kids and your company, what do you do in your spare time?”

A grin spreads across his face. “Not much since the kids were born, but my best friend Drake owns a tavern a few blocks from here called The Double Tappe. I try to get down there once a week for a drink.”

“Oh my god! I love that place,” I reply. “It’s my favorite Happy Hour spot.” It’s more than that though, It’s practically the hottest dive bar in town for the under-30 crowd. I grin recalling that Hana and I spend every Friday night there sucking down $5 Whiskey Sours and singing karaoke. I rack my brain, trying to think if I’ve seen him there before, but given that I’m some form of intoxicated most of the time, it’s no use.

He nods. “Yeah, it’s gotten pretty popular over the years, much to Drake’s dismay. For a guy whose business thrives on customer service, he’s not the most outgoing person.”

“Drake,” I say to myself, trying to picture him in my head. “Wait... Dark brown hair, always wearing flannel and turning his nose up at anyone who orders something other than whiskey?”

Liam chuckles, “That’s the one. He’s kind of a stickler when it comes to a good spirit. I told him when he opened the place that not everyone drinks whiskey, but he didn’t want to hear it. He almost had to close the doors a few years back because he refused to serve any other drinks. Thankfully, he came to his senses and expanded his menu, but it took a little kicking and screaming for him to get there.”

I giggle. “Well, I’m glad things worked out for him. His bar is great for broke postgrads like myself. Great atmosphere and the drinks are cheap.”

“I’ll be sure to pass that along,” Liam smiles.

We both stand there listening to the sounds of the city before my stomach rudely interrupts. I smile and look at the time on my phone. It’s already past noon and clearly, I’m starting to get hungry. “Well, if there’s nothing more to show me, I suppose I should take off. Thank you again for this opportunity. I'm really looking forward to getting to know you and your family."

He reaches over and places his hand on my arm to stop me, then pulls it back. "Hey...if you don't have plans, how about we go get a bite to eat?"

I eye him warily. Did he really just invite me to lunch?  He's extremely attractive, but he's also my boss. One lunch won't hurt, right? However, what would the agency say if they found out I was taking private lunches with employers? As I wage an inner battle with my thoughts, he clears his throat.

"I'm sorry. That was inappropriate. I don't want you to think I'm making a pass at you. I know how seriously you take your job."

I smile back at him. "Oh, no. It's fine. I'm actually supposed to meet my roommate in a little while. Umm...but I'll see you bright and early Monday morning."

He smiles and leads me back inside through the penthouse and back to the elevator. As I reach the foyer, I turn back to him and catch his eye. His gaze bores into me and my breath catches in my chest. Why do I suddenly feel flushed? Before I let my hormones take over and do something stupid, I extend my hand out and shake his. "Okay then. See you on Monday!" I say again a little too enthusiastically. The elevator door dings and I exhale, thanking the Gods for getting me out of this awkward situation. As I step in and turn around, I catch him smiling at me as the doors close. 

Once the elevator makes its descent, I pull out my phone and immediately dial Hana. She picks up on the second ring.

"Hey! How did it go?"

Hoo boy, that's a loaded question. Do I tell her about the last sexually-charged hour? Shut up, Riley. It wasn't like that. Was there really chemistry between us or is it all in my head?

"Great! How about you meet me at our spot in half an hour and I'll tell you all about it over lunch?"

Her bubbly reply rings through the speaker. "Can't wait. See you soon!"

I hang up the phone and take a deep breath. When the elevator stops, and the doors glide open, I gather my thoughts and stride out into the lobby. The same receptionist is still at her perch, still catching up on her celebrity gossip.

Hmm...I notice that Liam and Madeleine are on the cover of her magazine with their children, looking like the perfect family. I frown as I think about how their situation really is. The receptionist looks up from her magazine, side-eying me as I wave goodbye and make my way out the front door to the busy sidewalk outside. 

I stop for a moment and take a deep breath as the city buzzes with activity. I wave for a cab, and as one slows in front of me, I reflect on the last hour. Did all of that really just happen? Something about the way his eyes sparkled when he talked to me. I wonder if he felt it too. Either that or I totally imagined it and that’s just how looks at everyone. Maybe that's why Madeleine cheated.  No, Riley. You don't know the whole situation so stop making assumptions. I swing open the cab door and climb inside. As I give the driver the address to the restaurant, I look back at the building and say a silent prayer for my sanity.

[hopelessromanticspoonie]

To Keep You Safe

Title: I felt the poison fright that’s in your breath

Chapter: 3/?

Author: hopeless_romantic_spoonie

Summary: Life as the assistant to Tony Stark was busy, but boring. All of that changed when I touched something I shouldn’t have and woke up with strange new abilities. If I thought that trying to figure out my new place in life as an Avenger was tough, I had no idea what was in store for me once I ran into the frustrating God of Mischief, Loki.

Rating: E (later on)

Also on Ao3 here :)

Warnings for this chapter: Language

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“F.R.I.D.A.Y. make the light go away,” I muttered, the rising sun making an unwelcome appearance against my closed eyelids.

“Certainly, Jen.” The bright red light slowly eased as I heard the AI helpfully drawing the blinds neatly installed inside of the glass.

“Thanks, Fri.” I rolled over onto my side away from the window, snuggling deeper into the sheets as I tried in vain to fall back to sleep. After a moment, my need for the bathroom and another dose of pain meds was not to be ignored. With a frustrated sigh, I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled to the ensuite bathroom to use the facilities. My strength was marginally better than yesterday after the short sleep in the outrageously soft bed, but I knew that what would truly help me feel better would be a shower and some warm food. I hadn’t had either in far too long.

It was a struggle, but with a few short rests on the built-in seat in the extravagant shower with two heads that could realistically hold at least four people, I managed to scrub the sweat and grime off of my pale body. F.R.I.D.A.Y. let me know that it was okay to remove the bandage on my head, as it would need changing soon anyway, and carefully scrubbing my hair revealed several stitches stretching across my forehead. Upon inspection in the mirror, the injury which felt as if it encompassed my entire forehead really was only one or two inches in length. My already pale skin looked gray, with even the multitude of light brown freckles across my nose and cheeks appearing duller than normal. My hazel eyes had their luster stolen by fatigue and pain, but maybe some food would help that aspect of my corpse-like appearance. Even just a little color in my cheeks would be a welcome improvement.

In truth, my appearance shouldn’t matter. Two days ago I was attacked by some random piece of possibly alien technology. I had a concussion, my entire body felt like it had been flattened repeatedly by a tank, and the dark purple bruises scattered across my body served as visual evidence of the mysterious accident. But there wasn’t anything to be done about either, so I’d just have to suck it up. It was just so very easy to become hyper-aware of my own appearance when surrounded by superheroes who could get side gigs as supermodels.

“Jen, Pepper had some clothing purchased and placed inside the dresser for you. She also says that Tony will call for you in the infirmary once the tests they began yesterday have completed,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice stated pleasantly, filling the room as I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a plush cream towel. I grunted in acknowledgment and hobbled over to the closet. Inside were simple clothes that, from touch alone, I knew were far too expensive for my budget. Grabbing a set of underclothes along with a soft pair of black leggings, a thin white sweatshirt, and a sturdy looking pair of black ankle boots, I dressed slowly. It was a painfully embarrassing process that took several minutes and two breaks, but I assured F.R.I.D.A.Y. that I didn’t need the help of Natasha or Wanda. I was injured, but I wasn’t helpless. My own soiled underclothes and Thor’s borrowed pajamas were left in the laundry basket to be washed and returned to their respective owners at a later time.

“Now for food,” I mumbled to myself, opening the door to my room cautiously. It was quite early, the clock in the hall read eight in the morning, but I also knew the various Avengers tended to rise early to get a head start on the day. Saving the world doesn't care about the snooze button. Peeking outside, I let out a breath of relief that I didn’t realize I was holding when a certain Asgardian Prince was nowhere to be found. Instead, Sam, Natasha, Wanda, and Steve were all in the kitchen either preparing or consuming their morning meals. Wanda looked up when she heard the faint whirring of the automatic door opening, smiling gently when she saw my bedraggled and damp figure standing in the doorway. The others followed her gaze and shot stunning smiles my way as well. Geez, these people needed to control their hotness so early in the morning. At least tone it down until I'd had a cup of coffee.

“Jen! Want a protein shake?” Natasha offered, holding up her glass of beige sludge in greeting. Steve seemed to be having the same. I could smell bacon frying, which Sam turned back to the stove to tend to after waving a spatula in my direction. Wanda was sleepily picking at a bowl of fruit while she scrolled through her phone. It was an abnormally normal breakfast scene for an extraordinary bunch of folks.

“No thanks, Natasha. Any more of that left, Sam?” I asked hopefully, eyeing the bacon and eggs frying up as I settled onto a stool at the bar next to Steve.

“Scrambled or fried?” Sam questioned, pulling open the nearest large refrigerator and grabbing a carton of eggs and a packet of bacon.

“Oh no, I can make-”

“Scrambled or fried?” Sam repeated, a hint of frustration edging onto his tone, countered by the easy smile he wore.

“Scrambled, please. Thanks,” I replied quietly, nodding to him with a grateful smile. I turned my attention to Steve and Natasha, who were pouring over a piece of paper between them as they finished their liquid breakfast. “Everything okay?”

Steve looked up at me, his eyes revealing a kindness that the rest of his serious face did not. He was obviously in Captain America mode, fully focused on the business in front of him.

“Yes ma’am. We have a mission to head off to in about 30 minutes. Everybody except Stark and Banner. Stark said that he needed to stay here and figure you out. I’m sure he’ll have you with him by that time, so you won’t have to worry about a thing,” he assured me, patting my arm lightly before getting up and putting his glass in the dishwasher. After that, he retreated to his room to assumedly get ready for the mission.

Natasha finished up her breakfast as well, giving my shoulder a squeeze before she jogged toward the stairs. Sam and Wanda followed suit after he put a delectable plate of bacon and eggs in front of my face with a wink and she polished off her small meal.

Alone in the kitchen, I inhaled my breakfast with the grace of a rabid dog. Three days without food was too much, and my stomach growled even as I shoveled food inside it as quickly as possible.

“Milady, you are looking well this morning!” Thor exclaimed, coming from his own bedroom to greet me with a gentle hug. His large hand went to my cheek so he could better examine my forehead with steady, calm eyes. “Did you face any more troubles since our last meeting?”

I flushed under the intensity of his stare as he checked my wounds, feeling small with his giant grip holding me steady. He meant nothing by it, that much was obvious, but it was hard not to get caught up in the positive attitude and compassion that radiated from his exuberant face.

“Nothing new to report on my end. Tony will call me sometime soon, and then-”

“Hey kid, we’re ready for you in the infirmary whenever you are. Finish up and head this way ASAP,” Tony directed, his quick instructions sounding from the many speakers dotting around the room.

“Guess duty calls, Thor. I’ll see you all when you get back from wherever the hell you’re going?” I asked, snagging my last piece of bacon from my plate as I slowly rose from the barstool. Thor’s hand had fallen from my face while Tony talked, his assessment seeming to come up satisfactory by the nod he sent my way.

“Of course, fair maiden. Until we meet again,” Thor beamed, bowing dramatically at my exit.

I bowed my head to Thor before turning with a laugh, enjoying the lightness to my steps despite the protest in my bones. It was nice to have someone to joke around with, even if that someone was a thousand-year-old god from a foreign planet.

I chewed on the last bit of bacon as I walked into the infirmary. Dr. Banner and Tony were standing behind a computer, talking quietly and pouring over whatever they saw on the screen. When Tony saw me arrive he stood up and rushed over to my side. He knew better than to offer to help me, but it didn’t stop his hovering like a concerned parent as he gestured for me to sit on the edge of an examination table. Dr. Banner offered me a smile and a nod in greeting before he went back to whatever they were working on before I strolled in.

“Awesome, you’re here. So, we haven’t exactly figured out what the box that Danvers left does or where it comes from. She’s working on trying to track its home right now. In the meantime, we have a working theory on what it did to you,” Tony explained hastily. His poor mouth couldn't keep up with his brain sometimes. He always seemed a little manic whenever he was working on something new, and I was the shiny new puzzle waiting to be solved.

“Okay... So, what’s the news? Did it do anything while it was shocking the crap out of me or am I good to go?” I asked, my eyes darting back and forth between the two men in front of me. Dr. Banner's somber expression and Tony's almost-frantic pace hinted at the former, but I could always be hopeful for the latter.

“We believe that it gave you geokinesis,” Dr. Banner stated, finally looking me in the eyes for more than a second as he turned the monitor to where I could see it.

“What?” The word was quiet from shock, half-voiced, as my brain struggled to compute what the soft-spoken genius had said. What did geokinesis even mean?

More questions died on my open lips as I watched the monitor. It was video footage of Loki and me last night. More specifically, just a looping clip of me slapping him and the houseplant flying into the wall and shattering. If I gained nothing else from this moment, I wanted a copy of me hitting him to cherish forever. The bastard deserved it and so much more.

“This is just us fighting and him doing his weird trickster bullshit to intimidate me. I don’t see anything,” I stated frankly.

“Geokinesis is the ability to control the earth with your mind. That plant wasn’t one of Loki’s tricks; I asked Reindeer Games this morning. All you, kid,” Tony replied, firm but kind.

My eyes bored the screen as I tried to find a connection between the potted plant and myself. Sure, if you thought about it that way then it could look like I was the one who did it. But all kinds of crazy stuff happened in this Compound, especially with Loki and Wanda around. Who knew if Loki was even telling the truth? He was the God of Lies, Mischief, and Trickery. When I voiced my concerns, Tony and Dr. Banner both shook their heads.

“He wasn’t lying about this, Jen. The flowers in your room wilted when you woke up in pain, and they were only hours old. I’m sure the same can be said for those in your room. We want to do some more tests, maybe run you by Wanda, and see what this means for you,” Dr. Banner said, his concise but polite tone cutting through any doubts I was about to raise.

If they were wrong, then what was the harm? A few more vials of blood and some boring hours spent in Tony’s lab. Might as well see this thing through to the end.

They explained what the next steps for me would be as Tony checked my vital signs and applied a new bandage over the stitches on my head. I was to give more blood and tissue samples for them to look over, and I would meet with Wanda to see if she could help me figure out this whole new power thing--if it existed at all. Hers was the most similar to what I could possibly do, besides Loki, and it wasn't a secret that I’d rot in Hell before I allowed him to help me with anything.

After giving Bruce, he insisted on dropping the formalities, and Tony all that they needed, I was given enough painkillers and muscle relaxers to last me for the next few days. They both said it looked like the bruising on my body and gash on my forehead was healing at an impressive rate, but it was nice to have the meds as a backup. Tony also gave me a new phone as mine had gotten fried right along with me a few days ago. All that was left was to hand over the keys to my small studio apartment so Tony could have my belongings moved, as I was going to have to live on base for the time being. If I did have weird mystical earth mojo, I needed to stay away from the general public until I had it firmly in control. And it didn’t make sense to pay inflated rent prices on a home I wouldn’t see for months at the very least.

With nothing else to do and no one to distract me, the small garden tucked away on the roof seemed like the best option to do some thinking about what I'd learned. I hadn’t breathed fresh air in days. All the information dropped on my shoulders felt like it would crush me if I didn’t get outside, even for just a moment. Thankfully it wasn’t the worst trek up there after the meds kicked in and loosened my stiff joints.

And that was where Loki found me, sitting on a bench in the tucked-away garden, going through the arduous process of setting up my new phone with all of my contacts and settings lost from my old phone. The breeze stirred my hair around my shoulders and the sun warmed my skin, but my blood ran cold when I looked up to see the smaller of the two Odinson brothers regarding me silently.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I snapped, glaring at him briefly before returning back to the settings on my phone. Was there an app to get this annoying god to leave me alone?

“You’re seeking the Witch for aid.” Loki arched his brow, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Spying on me, Loki? How did you even know about that? I didn’t know I interested you so much,” I replied with a sickly sweet smile. I tucked my phone into the pocket of my hoodie, resigned to finish this conversation before I attempted to keep working. He wasn’t going to leave me alone until he got what he wanted, so I might as well get it over with.

“I hardly have interest in a dull mortal woman such as yourself. My only concern is self-preservation, as it would be most unfortunate if you misplaced your temper and started hurling rocks everywhere like an ape,” he rolled his eyes, closing the distance between us with a few sauntering steps. He offered no explanation for his knowledge, but the God of Mischief surely had several ways to overhear things he shouldn’t.

“If you want to make sure I keep my cool, why don’t you stay the hell away from me?” I seethed, standing up to lessen the impact his tall frame had looming over mine. Every move he made was probably planned and calculated to piss me off, to create mischief. Even with this knowledge it was difficult to keep him from getting under my skin.

“Oh, that wouldn’t be any fun now, would it? Your fear is intoxicating, darling,” he said, his voice deep and rich as he leaned towards me as if drinking in my negative emotions.

It took every bit of courage in me to not shrink away from the intensity of his gaze. His piercing eyes tore right through me to my very core, where nothing but hatred and fear and pain resided for the Prince before me. I hated that he could see it in the pulse racing on my neck, the rapid heaving of my chest, and the tense muscles all along my body.

“You don’t scare me, Loki. Piss me off, oh yes, but I’m not afraid of you,” I bluffed, clenching my jaw to keep my voice from wavering. I knew exactly what he was capable of, especially to a dull mortal woman like me. I reminded myself every day with the gold necklace around my neck. He was a murderer, a villain, and no amount of good deeds would right those wrongs or change who he was at his core.

“Is that so, Jennifer? It’s foolish to attempt deceit with the God of Lies.” His piercing gaze finally left mine and looked behind me pointedly.

Not wanting to turn my back to him, but unable to stifle my curiosity, I turned my head to see what was so fascinating from the corner of my eye. “Oh. Shit,” I muttered, fully turning to take in the rocks floating several feet from the ground. That was me? As soon as my horror turned to shock, they fell back to the roof with a chorus of resounding cracks.

“That wasn’t my doing,” Loki whispered, his cool, firm chest suddenly pressing lightly against my shoulder and his lips so close to my ear I could feel his breath on my pebbled skin.

I jerked away from his touch and turned around, throwing my hands in front of me in defense. As if that would do anything to the smirking god before me. What might do damage were the stepping stones now flying in his direction. That would have been impressive, if not for my terrible aim. Instead crashes echoed around the rooftop as they smashed through the glass windows behind him.

“Next time you touch me, Loki, those rocks will go through your face,” I promised coldly, attempting to play off my knee-jerk reaction as a threat instead of a wildly inaccurate mistake.

Of course, the God of Lies didn’t buy it. There wasn’t an ounce of fear on his face as he merely bowed his head to me in parting before turning and walking away with a throaty chuckle. Even in a simple black suit, he radiated the power and ease of an Asgardian Prince. And it was infuriating.

[gameboyheroes]

✸ for a drabble about Marinette having a sex dream about Adrien

NSFW Memes NOTE 1: All NSFW will be tagged “tw: sin”NOTE 2: Muses have been aged up for sin to even happen.NOTE 3: tw: oral mention, tw: blood, and a tiny bit of tw: angst EDIT: I was actually writing this to put on my Ao3.

An akuma had completely crashed Adrien’s 19th birthday party, causing the boy in question to break his leg. Chat Noir didn’t show up, but Ladybug handled the situation well enough on her own before disappearing until next time.

“Dude. Do you have any last requests for your birthday?” Nino nervously asked.

“Just one.”

“Name it, bro! I’ll see if I can get it done!”

“I wanna have sex with Ladybug.” Adrien answered without any hestitation.

Marinette, who’d heard the question and Adrien’s answer, choked on the juice she was drinking when his words registered in her brain.

“Bro. Not cool. Not even Alya can pull that kind sway. I mean, she could post it on the public forum but…”

“I know, I know…” Adrien sighed, wishing he was either dead or with Ladybug right now. “But Alya said that Marinette knows her. Maybe ask her?”

“Fine, fine!” Alya sighed, almost immediately calling Marinette.

“Hey! I-I’m here!” Marinette whined, holding up her phone until she got closer to the small group.

“Gurl, you know Ladybug, right?” Alya asked, looking at her friend.Marinette froze but nodded. “Yeah. I do. Why?”

“Well, I’ve got a request,” Adrien shyly said, glad that 98% of the party-goers left. He rubbed the neon green cast on his leg as he spoke. “I want a… special gift. From Ladybug.”

“Why kind of ‘gift’?” she asked, tilting her head, pretending she didn’t hear him earlier.

“I want you to ask Ladybug to…” Adrien paused, glancing down at his feet. “…to meet me in my room when it’s dark outside. I want my first time to be with her.”Marinette’s face flushed a dark pink from hearing the conversation from before.

“Y-Yeah. I’ll only be asking for you,” she smiled, wanting to leave right now. But Alya was the one who drove her to Adrien’s place. “I’ll try calling her. I’m gonna go find her.”

Adrien lightly grabbed Marinette’s wrist. “Hey, do you want to stay for presents?” he asked, genuinely smiling at her.

The Chinese-french girl gave a smile back and nodded, offering her gift to him; a Chat Noir inspired hoodie that she’d made herself. It was her way of giving him a disguise if he wanted to go out and not be noticed since Adrien wore the GABRIEL brand from head to toe.

Naturally, he loved it and practically ripped off the cream hoodie in favour of his awesome gift. And almost threw it out but, after some persuasion, he lent it to Nino since it was a pretty sweet zip-up hoodie.

– Later that night –

Rough touches.

The buttons on his shirt popped off the fabric with how rough she was being with him. She was just so gentle and her body was so incredibly soft. She was an enigma despite everything.

Despite already being his partner.

“Monsieur Agres–”

“Adrien. Please. It’s just Adrien for you.”

Ladybug shifted in the clothes she’d borrowed, nervous about everything.

“Hey, Ladybug, do you want to come closer?” he asked, adjusting his pyjamas. His father was already furious, but he couldn’t change that until the cast came off.

Ladybug had lifted the transformation in Adrien’s ensuite not even fifteen minutes ago. Her clothes were already at home; knowing that he would recognize her if he saw her clothes. So here she was, putting on borrowed clothes while standing in her polka-dotted panties and bra.

‘Eveything he has is super luxrious, isn’t it?’ she thought to herself as she changed into the mask he gave her and some old clothes. ‘It’s so shiny. Like he’d need a butler to keep it this clean…!’

She was now wearing a hunter green fencing competition shirt from when he was fourteen and a pair of black pyjama pants from around the same time. He must’ve gave her some stuff he didn’t want to throw away yet due to sentimentality.

“I didn’t get much of a chance to prepare… I mean, I’m still filthy from fighting that akuma during your birthday party,” she mumbled, meekly stepping outof the bathroom, “I’m surprised it wasn’t Monsieur Lahiffe this time. I mean, he’s usually been the akuma for the past four years like clockwork.”

Adrien laughed a little, taking her hand and pulling her into his lap. “I’m just surprised my father hasn’t banned Nino from the property. I know for certain that it was Lila Rossi who caused it this time. Poor Kagami.” he muttered, taking in the scent of fresh bread and sweets. Kinda like… Marinette. “But enough about my party and let’s focus on right now. You got the request secondhand from Marinette, right?”

“Yeah. She asked for you, right?”

“Yeah. She’s told Alya, the Ladyblogger, about you before. But not much.” Adrien smiled, wishing she’d let him see her without the mask. The same mask he’d worn in the music video four years ago. “Hey Ladybug, if you don’t mind me asking… how old are you?”

“Eighteen. Nineteen in six months.” she answered, nervous about just being in his lap.

“I see. I forgot to ask. Do you even want this?”

“I do! I do. It’s just… I’m a little scared. I’m not afraid of you, I’m just scared it’ll hurt.”

Adrien raised a brow. She was scared of the pain? “I’ll make sure that the pain will be minimal. It won’t be; just as long as it’s done right,” he informed her, reaching in his night table to pick up a small bottle of lube and a box of condoms that Nino gave him last year as a gag gift.

‘Thank you, Nino Lahiffe’ he thought with a small chuckle.

Marinette nervously shifted as he pulled out the items.

“I know. It’s just…” she trailed off, wrapping her arms around his neck to carefully kiss him the way she’d wanted, ever since Puppeteer struck four and a half years ago. “I love you. I always have. I can’t date you, but I can give you my first time.”

Adrien trailed his fingers through her hair and grinned at her. “I won’t let you be hurt,” he softly mumbled as he kissed along her skin; wanting to count every freckle on her body, but he was… distracted to say the least. “especially by me.”

Marinette flushed a deep red and nodded. She’d read thousands of erotica stories a million times, and she’d honestly thought they were super cheesy until she was in their shoes. She leaned in and licked his bottom lip, nipping and kissing him. Her first kiss happened to be with Chat Noir, but Adrien was perfect in every way possible. There was no way she could screw this up!

Adrien grabbed Ladybug by her waist and set her on the bed. Hearing the squeak satisfied his desire to hear it. More desires to hear more cute squeaks emerged however. “Ladybug, do you want to be more relaxed before we start?” he asked, looping his thumb in the elastic of her pants, slowly she nodded as he kept pulling down the pyjama pants while her face grew redder and redder until they crumpled on the floor.

Her eyes trailed to his hand, which was inside her panties and entering her opening. His other hand peeled off her panties to add to the pile on the floor, along with his shirt.

At first, it was clumsy trial and error, but soon he got a good rhythm going. And dear gods, it felt great!

Once she came, he slipped down to sit on the floor and use a combination of his mouth and fingers to get her off again. Immediately lapping up her juices, which made her ultra-sensitive.

“A-Adriennn..” she whined, her fingers twisting in his impossibly soft hair to raise his head. “Please, just fuck me!”

Adrien pulled a condom from his pocket and rolled it on. Within seconds that felt like hours, he was inside her. Ladybug pulled him down on her body and rolled over to not have him hurt his broken leg any more than he had from both fingering her, oral and pushing himself inside her.

“Adrien, you’re rushing. Don’t rush so much,” she sighed, pressing her palms on his chest to help her gain some balance. After that, she raised her hips and very softly moaned, feeling the shivers that came from Adrien.

Her back arched, pulling her borrowed shirt off, unclasping her bra so that he had access to play with her boobs as much as he wanted. It was funny, feeling his hands kneading them like a cat.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep that up!”

“Go ahead. I accepted your invitation, after all.”

With a few quick thrusts, Adrien came. But what made her freeze was that he called out ‘My Lady’. In Chat Noir’s voice.

Marinette was in a state of shock, while Adrien was in absolute bliss.

“My Lady, what’s wrong?” he breathlessly asked, wanting to cuddle a bit.

“Chat… Noir?” she asked, the mask slipping off a bit.

“Marinette?!”

—

And then she woke up, her hand and her bedsheets were absolutely soaked. Her alarm was blaring and Marinette was covered in cold sweat. Then she went to shower before going to school. Her hand was covered in blood.

Was that from her sleep-masturbating? Or was it really… real?

Before she twisted the knob, her eye saw the ring on her finger.

This was definitely real.

Was Adrien Agreste really Chat Noir?

Her phone vibrated in her pocket. 

Wait. She didn’t own these pants…?

It was real. 

Seeing the 30+ missed messages from Adrien, she remembered that as the new Guardian, she had to… take his Miraculous.

[nerdypinupcrystal]

Every Breath You Take Chapter 5: Just Friends...?

Heeey guys! I’m back with chapter 5, and boy are you in for a ride! I’m gonna be vague as hell and leave it at that.  Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 5: Just Friends…?

As soon as my shift ended, I rushed home to start getting ready for my evening with Matt. My body was shivering with anticipation, my stomach filled with butterflies and doing constant somersaults.

I shouldn’t be so nervous over a simple and casual dinner, it’s not like it was a date.

It’s a goddamn date and you know it.

It’s only a casual dinner with Matt.

Beautiful, sweet, sinfully sexy Matt who is obviously attracted to you.

A casual dinner with Matt, who is my neighbor and just my friend.

Really? Just friends? Tell that to your hormones, you dirty liar.

With my stupid thoughts refusing to shut up, I reached for my CD collection and popped in the first one I grabbed, which ended up being Erasure. Whoever owned these CDs had excellent taste.

The beginning chords of A Little Respect started playing as danced towards my closet.

I try to discover A little something to make me sweeter Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart I'm so in love with you I'll be forever blue

I continued singing to the lyrics, not really paying attention to the lyrics as I went through every dress I owned. Unfortunately that wasn’t saying much, since I had very little to offer in my wardrobe.  Packing light didn’t leave much room for much clothing.

After spending 20 minutes fussing over it, I finally settled on a light grey sweater with long sleeves to cover the bruises, and an A-line red skirt that sat a few inches above my knees, completed with black tights and my black ankle boots.

Red and grey, huh? Interesting choice of colors.

I continued to ignore my inner thoughts as I put on a bit of makeup and brushed my hair.

I heard a knock at my door 10 minutes later and my heart, as well as the butterflies in my stomach started fluttering at ludicrous speed once more.

I tried to calm myself as I reached for my jacket along with the small heart shaped purse Lucy was kind enough to loan me. I rushed to the door, paused to take a deep breath, and opened the door to greet my friend Matt, who was not my date.

Keep telling yourself that.

“Hi Matt!” I greeted with a smile I seemed to always have when I was around him.

My heart raced as he smiled back at me, “Hi, Iris. You look beautiful tonight.”

“And how exactly can you tell, Mr. Murdock?” I giggled as my eyebrow raise in amusement, “I could be dressed like a homeless person for all you know.”

Matt belly laughed, “You raise a very good point, Ms. Roberts.” He tilted his head as he “looked” right at me. “But something tells me that’s just not the case with you. How can I tell you look beautiful? I just know. Call it a hunch.” He finished with a knowing and sexy smirk.

Well what the hell do I say to that without making an aroused idiot of myself?

I didn’t have to touch my face to know I was blushing tomato red. I cleared my throat as I tried to change the subject. “Thank you, Matt. You look beautiful all the time.” My eyes widened at the realization of what I said. So much for changing the subject, you twit!

Matt’s eyebrows rose as I stuttered to fix my slip up, “I-I meant handsome. You look handsome all the time- I mean tonight! Not that you don’t all the time, I just meant-um…” You’re making it worse, shut up! “So where are we going again? We should go!” Smooth.

Matt, God bless him, tried his hardest not to laugh at my embarrassing display. He was kind enough to go along with actually changing the subject. “You should probably turn off your music first.”

I stood there confused for a second before I heard the current song playing loud and clear in my apartment.

When it's cold outside Am I here in vain? Hold on to the night There will be no shame

Always, I want to be with you And make believe with you And live in harmony, harmony oh love

Fuckin Erasure!

My already flushed face turned even redder as I rushed to shut off the stereo I thought was my friend. Of course it would play Always at the most inappropriate time after I already embarrassed myself once this evening.

I let out a silent prayer that this would be the last of my awkward moments for the night before I walked back towards Matt and locked the door.

I turned to look at him, still blushing. “I’m sorry about that. My brain is sort of all over the place.”

Matt just gave another sweet and beautiful smile in return as we started walking towards the elevator. “Don’t worry about it. Besides, that sounded like a pretty good song. Who was it?”

“Erasure. The song’s called Always.” I replied, the blush starting to fade from my face, but still very much present. “I haven’t listened to them in years, they’re one of my favorites.”

Matt nodded with a smile. He motioned for me to step on the elevator first as he replied, “They sound pretty good. I’d ask if I could borrow your CD sometime, but I can hear your music through the walls perfectly.”

My eyes widened with guilt, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry for playing my music too loud. I didn’t mean to be so insensitive.”

Matt’s brows furrowed with confusion, “Iris, you don’t need to apologize.” He reassured me, “I wasn’t implying that you were disturbing me. And you’re the furthest thing from insensitive.”

I looked up at him timidly, “Really? I wasn’t bothering you? Because I’ll be sure to keep the music down from now on.”

Matt just smiled that sweet endearing smile that always makes me melt, “Please don’t. I actually enjoy hearing it. It’s a nice change from hearing the city noises and sirens all night.”

I smiled with relief, ignoring my rapidly beating heart as we stepped out of the elevator and made our way out to the restaurant with Matt leading the way.

Bella Notte was a little hidden gem of an Italian restaurant just a few blocks away from home. The delicious smell of garlic, Italian spices, and marinara greeted us as we entered the restaurant. The space was small, could fit maybe 30 people at the most, very intimate. The lightning was somewhat dim with fairy lights hanging on the ceiling and a lit candle at each table, giving it an enchanting ambiance. Paintings of different parts of Italy adorned the rustic brick walls. The music of Frank Sinatra’s Night and Day filled the air.

We were shown to our table that was towards the back of the restaurant. Matt, the perfect gentleman, pulled my chair out for me to sit before he took his seat across from me. The waiter took our drink orders and left us alone to look over the menus.

I looked over at Matt, concerned that he didn’t have a menu in braille. “Matt, would you like me to read the menu for you? You can let me know what sounds good.”

Matt shook his head with a grateful smile. “No thank you, Iris, that won’t be necessary. Thanks for the offer though, that’s really thoughtful of you.”

“It’s no problem at all.” I smiled in return. “I take it you’ve been here enough times to remember the menu?”

“Yeah, you’d be right about that.” He chuckled. “I usually get the chicken parmigiana. It’s pretty amazing.”

I instantly felt my mouth water. I hadn’t been allowed to eat anything fried or breaded in years. He insisted I needed to watch my weight, even though I never once had a weight problem.

What the hell did he know? He doesn’t matter anymore, so don’t think about him. Focus on the sweet, gorgeous man in front of you who is the complete opposite of that monster.

“You know what? That sounds fantastic, I think I’ll have the same.” I replied.

Matt grinned, “Okay, great! I promise you won’t regret it.”

The waiter chose that moment to return with our two glasses of red wine. I gave Matt the okay to do the honors of ordering our food for us.

“I’m going to remember you said that in case I have to sue you for false advertising.” I jokingly threatened as the waiter walked off.  “And there’s witnesses that will back me up.”

Matt laughed, “Oh, hell, you got me there. I’ll have to make extra sure you enjoy it then. Foggy would never let me live it down if you took me to court.”

“Well, I imagine he wouldn’t, since I’m going to hire him as my attorney.” I laughed as Matt let out a dramatic gasp.

“Ms. Roberts! You would dare use my own partner against me? What makes you so sure he’ll even betray his best friend like that?” He asked with suspicion.

I was quick to reply, “He has heart eyes for my boss. I just need to have her ask him, and he’ll be putty in our hands.”

Matt’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “I didn’t take you for the type to play dirty, Ms. Roberts. I’m impressed.”

I smiled in victory, and I might or might not have done a little victory dance in my chair. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Mr. Murdock. I’m just full of surprises.”  If he only knew.

“Well I’m hoping I can change that with time, Iris.” Matt replied with that sexy smirk I love so much. “I’d love to get to know you better, if that’s okay.”

I blushed as I tried to think of how to approach this without giving too much away. “Yeah...I guess that’s okay…” I hesitated. “How about we play 20 questions? I tell you things, you tell me things.”

“Quid pro quo, Clarice?” Matt joked.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the Clarice in this scenario.” I quipped.

“Okay, Hannibal. Just don’t eat my liver.” He chuckled with a smirk.

“I make no promises, Matt. This is a very nice Chianti.”  I replied as I took a sip of my wine.

Matt let out an infectious belly laugh that echoed through the tiny restaurant. Before he could say anything else, our waiter came back with our meals in record time.

“Before we start our game, you have to take your first bite and be honest about how amazing it tastes.”  Matt stated as he waited patiently for me to take the bite.

It was delicious. The crispness of the breaded chicken was bursting with flavor in my mouth, the fresh pasta soaked in marinara sauce was so mouth watering, the smoked mozzarella literally melted in my mouth. It felt like my palate was awakened.

“It’s good, right?” Matt asked, already knowing the answer.

“No.” I replied with a straight face.

Matt looked confused as he was stunned silent.

I couldn’t hold back my laughter and decided not to torture him any longer, “It’s amazing!”

Matt let out a surprised laugh, “Oh I’m going to get you back for that.” He pointed at me threateningly with a sneaky smile on his face.

You’ve already got me. My heart skipped a beat at the thought. Matt tilted his head slightly, as if he heard my heartbeat.

I quickly brushed it off with a laugh. “Good luck with that, Clarice.”

“Alright, Hannibal,” Matt chuckled, “Let’s play.  Ladies first.”

“Thank you, don’t mind if I do.” I replied as I thought of my first question. “How old are you?”

“Starting off easy, I see. I’m 32.” He replied. “How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

I smiled cheekily, “I’ll allow it for now. I’m 23.”  Matt’s eyebrows raised in surprise at my answer. “What music do you love?” I asked.

Matt took a second to think about it. “I honestly don’t listen to music that often, but I like a bit of everything I suppose. Oldies especially. Nothing too crazy.”

“So you like Rap?” I smirked waiting for his answer.

“I can’t stand it. It gives me headaches.” He replied with a grimace. “I already know the music you like. What music do you hate? Or at least strongly dislike?”

I answered without a second thought, “I dislike classical music. I hate Hector Berlioz.”

Matt tilted his head in curiosity. “Really? Why Berlioz?”

My spine stiffened and my voice went hollow before I could help it. “His Symphonie Fantastique gives me nightmares.”

It was his favorite piece to play every time he got excited and would…

Don’t think about that. Not now. Not when you’re having such a great night with such a sweet and kind gentleman. He doesn’t need to know about that.

I shook myself out of my thoughts as I quickly changed the subject before Matt could have a chance to question me about it.  “So, have you always lived in New York?”

Matt cleared his throat before he answered, “Yeah, all my life. I’ve actually never been anywhere else, really. New York and Hell’s Kitchen is all I’ve ever known.”

“I can’t say I blame you there.” I replied. “I’ve been here for almost a week now and I honestly can’t imagine being anywhere else.”

Matt’s smile lit up his face at my comment. “That’s great! Some people would say it’s a waste not to travel anywhere, but I don’t feel like I’m missing anything.  It’s not like I could see any new places anyway.”

I shook my head. “You’re not missing anything. I traveled to get here, obviously, but it was just a means to an end. I’m much happier and at home here.”

“Where were you at before coming here? If you don’t mind me asking.” Matt asked, getting back to our question game.

A little more truth won’t hurt. “Miami, Florida.”

“Florida?” Matt asked, sounding surprised and intrigued. “That’s quite a difference from Hell’s Kitchen. What was it like?”

My own personal Hell. “It was beautiful at first…” I trailed off.

Matt’s eyebrows raised in curiosity. “And later?”

A fucking prison I nearly died to get out of.  “I outgrew it.”

Matt seemed to sense my desire to change the subject. “What color is your hair now?”

My eyebrow raised in confusion. Matt again seemed to sense it as he explained, “I can smell the fresh dye in your hair,” He grimaced, “That sounded a lot less creepy in my head.”

I let out a laugh, breaking the tension that was in the air. “Pretty impressive senses, Mr. Murdock. It’s red. I was pale blonde before.”

Matt smiled as he asked softly, “What do you look like?”

I didn’t spare a second thought as I stood up to to sit in an empty chair next to him. My heart started racing as I reached for his hands. I could feel his hand tremble slightly as his fingertips touched my cheeks. His touch was as soft as silk as he gently explored my face, touching with the utmost care as if I were a porcelain doll. I felt my eyes well up with unshed tears at the first truly gentle touch I’ve gone so long without. His hands felt slightly rough with calluses, yet they felt heavenly against my skin.

“My eyes are blue. Like the ocean.” I whispered as his fingertips lightly grazed the closed lids of my eyes.

“They sound beautiful.” He replied just as softly. “I can only imagine how blue they must look with the red hair.” He gently ran his fingers through the tendrils of my hair.

I gently smiled, “They’ve gotten bluer since I’ve moved here.” And brighter since I’ve met you.

My heart skipped a beat as his fingertips saved my lips for last. My lips tingled at his touch as if they were coming alive for the first time in years. His fingertips stopped dead in their tracks as they felt that awful cut on my lower lip. My body stiffened as I opened my eyes to gauge his reaction. His jaw tightened so hard, I could hear his teeth grinding, he looked furious. I couldn’t explain it, but I could feel it in my heart that his anger wasn’t toward me, even though my knee-jerk reaction as well as force of habit tried to insist that it was.

“It’s nothing.” I tried to soothe his silent anger. “It was just an accident.”

Matt loosened his jaw slightly as he gently replied, “The idea of you being hurt in any way is not nothing.”

Sensing the increased tension in my body made him loosen up more. He gently held my cheek in his hand as he “looked” at me.

“Are you okay?” He asked with genuine concern.

I gave a shaky nod as I swallowed back the threatening tears. “I’m going to be.”

He gave a tender smile as he leaned towards me and asked, “What’s your favorite color?”

I couldn’t stop the belly laugh that burst out at his random question that gratefully lightened the mood.

“Red.”

The rest of the evening went beautifully after that. I told Matt as much of the truth as I felt was harmless and necessary, and I got to learn more about Matt’s life. His rough childhood of losing his sight while saving a man’s life, losing his father shortly after that and spending his childhood in an orphanage. But with the worst times came the best times; meeting Foggy, passing the bar exam, making the giant leap into starting their own practice together.

Maybe that was one of the reasons I found myself so drawn to Matt. We’re both survivors of our own personal Hell. One different from the other, but we both survived. He made it out so much stronger. Stronger than I did, no doubt. I don’t really believe I’m as strong as Matt, but maybe someday I will be. And maybe I could start by stop denying myself the chance to get close to Matt.

Not that I was doing a good job of doing that to begin with. Despite telling myself to avoid him, it hasn’t really worked out, and maybe now I’m realizing that that’s a good thing.

We’re never going to be “just friends”, and I’m starting to really open up to the possibility of being more.

We made it back to our apartment building as I was pondering over my realization. Matt, ever the gentleman, stopped at my door first; stepping aside to let me unlock the door.

“I had a wonderful time tonight, Matt.” I told him with a grin I was sure he could sense.

He of course offered his gorgeous smile in return. “I did too, Iris. Maybe we can do it again sometime soon?” He asked , his voice filled with hope.

“I’d love to.” I answered. “Just let me know when and where.”

“You got it.” He replied with a smile of relief. He leaned towards me and gave me a tender kiss in my cheek, causing it to instantly heat up. “Goodnight Iris.”

“Goodnight, Matt.” I replied as I decided to be bold and kiss him on the cheek in return.

The smile I received shined brighter than the lights in Las Vegas. His cheeks flushed pink as he turned away and walked to his apartment door.

I closed the door and practically floated into bed, falling asleep with a smile on my face.

It was the middle of the night when an unsettling feeling came over me. I felt a dark presence in the room.

Someone was standing over my bed.

I kept my eyes shut tight, my knuckles turned white from the death grip I had on my pillow, trying to will the presence away.

“Hello, Princess.”

My blood ran cold.

My body trembled as my eyes opened to see the gigantic, familiar, threatening shadow towering over me.

“I told you I’d always find you.” He said in a pleased and taunting voice.

I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. Not even to cry out for help.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was over you?” He growled as he leaned down to face me, forcing me to look into his cold blue eyes. “Now you’ve forced me to punish you, again.” He declared as he held up his usual punishment of choice; a heavy can wrapped in a towel like it was a nap sack.

“I’m going to make sure you never leave me again!” He yelled as he raised his arm to strike.

Only then was I able to scream...

My eyes popped open as I sat up screaming my head off. I looked around the room and saw that I was alone.

It was a dream. It was only a dream.

However, I couldn’t stop the panicked breaths I was taking. It felt so real.

But it wasn’t real. He’s not here. He hasn’t found you. You’re safe!

I sure as fuck didn’t feel safe.

My legs felt heavy like dumbbells as I bolted out of my bed. I rushed towards the bathroom to empty my stomach in the toilet. I yanked back the shower curtain to make sure the tub was empty. I rushed over to the closet to check that nobody was hiding in there.

I ran like a madwoman to check that all the windows were shut and locked. I ran to the door to make sure that all of the locks were locked, then I unlocked and relocked each of them three more times to make extra sure.

I went to one of the drawers and grabbed the biggest kitchen knife I had before I stumbled back to the locked door, leaning against it as I slid to the floor.

I grasped the knife with both hands as though my life depended on it. Only then did I succumb to the impending meltdown the nightmare had thrust upon me.

My entire body trembled as I failed to control the tears running down my face and the painful sobs in my throat; I came to realize that no matter how far away I am...I was never going to be free of him.

A/N: I’m sorry.  I’m so so sorry.  Iris still has quite a way to go in order to move on, and it’s not gonna be easy. More is getting revealed about her past, and there will be even more revealed in chapter 6, so stay tuned! Until next time, please reblog and leave feedback! *kiss noise*

@jobean12-blog @cametobuyplums @tomhollandeu @emilymarie0422

[6inchicon]

The Bunker

Part 2

Tony, Steve, & Bruce X OC Borrower(Mainly Bruce)

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Nix beat heavily on the glass. Pounding her fist, her head, her shoulder, ramming her entire body in attempt to break it open. “Let me out!” she shouted. Saying she was terrified would be an understatement. The only thing keeping her from crying was the brave front given to her from beating on glass. She faced away from the humans body as he rushed up the stairs, taking her back to the main room. The bean placed her containment on a table, only a distance away from the other bean, the one who hadn’t bothered to chase her down. Everything was so much brighter she figured Bruce had turned on the central lighting.

Bruce let out an audible gasp and stared at her with awe. His eyes flew between her and the other bean hopping for answers. He had no words for what he was seeing. Nix stopped beating to catch her breath, she huffed and shot a glare at Bruce who had momentarily caught her eye before she went back to pounding on the glass.

One punch and she had shaken her personal confinement and the stupid shield on top that kept her trapped. Quickly the other bean put his weight on to it and held the shield in place. Nix looked at the aftermath of her punch, the tiny crack, leaving white marks where it should be clear. Satisfied she went for another punch just as the last bean, Tony, jumped through the door.

“Capt’ I think I found the lid,“ he announced.

“Oh thank God” Steve sighed with relief.

Tony walked slowly over to Captain, something about the lid made Nix anxious, as soon as it was in her sight she ferociously started hitting at the glass nonstop. She had see it before being used by other the scientists yet she just couldn’t rack her brain hard enough to remember what it did; She didn’t want to find out either.

“Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!” she yelled to no end.

“Uh-Tony,” Bruce took a step forward, “Tony- I don’t think that's a good idea.”

“Don’t exactly have a choice Bruce.”

“Tony, it might hurt her.” His words went unnoticed.

Quickly they swapped the book for the actual lid. Steve used his strength to finally clamp it shut just as Nix had taken her most powerful hit at the glass. Something strong, some invisible force had hit Nix at that very moment, chucking both her and her containment backwards, leaving Tony to catch it before they flew off the table.

Nix’s back hit the other wall and she was flung forward again, she just barely caught herself and got her feet to touch the ground, resulting in her being thrown to the top of the box and landing very hard on the bottom.

All 3 beans looked at her with immense concern and back to each other for answers.

“Bruce what's happening?” Tony didn’t get a response.

Nix tried to pick herself back up but she couldn’t get past her knees. She could feel pressure pushing against her on all sides. Everywhere she felt it. Her ears were screaming like tea kettles, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Every move she made only made it worse. She covered her ears and prepared to scream in response to the agony but even that hurt too much. It left her to groaning loudly, straining sounds between her gritted teeth.

“The lid! Tony, the lid!” Bruce warned but the duo was to confused to comprehend what he was saying.

Nix had done her best to ease the pain by hugging her body. “PLEASE!” she moaned with pain, toiling her voice.

“Tony take the lid off... Tony!” Bruce shouted, finally getting the avenger’s attention.

Tony’s head snapped over to Bruce “what did I do? Banner, what’s happening?” he rushed his worried words.

“Tony you need to take that lid off— “

“But what if she starts attack— “

“Tony take the lid off!”

“But— “

“TONY YOU ARE HURTING HER”

“If I take the lid of you promise not to fight?” He quickly directly his question to Nix.

“YES JUST PLEASE MAKE IT STOP,” Nix practically cried. She didn’t know what he asked her to do, she didn’t care, all she wanted was for it to stop.

Tony reached to take the lid off. All he had done was cracked one side when the lid flew off the container itself. Tony stumbled back and Steve grabbed the lid and tossed on the table.

Nix gasped and heaved for air, immediately she felt her muscles relax and the pressure disappear. She couldn’t hear a thing, her ears rang and the voices were muffled, so she let herself fall to the floor, landing on her back and closing her eyes to take a moment to focus on breathing and that alone. In...and out...and in...and out. Though the pain was gone, her body ached, sore all over from whatever she had just experienced.

“You wanna explain what just happened here?” Steve huffed, turning to Bruce for any answer.

“I recognize it. They-they use it for their experiments, to keep them under control...They were usually for rage control, to keep them from lashing out... but this… This is a torture box…” Bruce started, pointing to the open container that Nix laid in. “The glass basically reflects any and all kinds of energy, any movement she makes, every breath she takes, even the heat her body radiates… When that box is sealed closed, all that energy bounces off the walls and onto her. It has nowhere to go so it just endlessly presses onto her and it only builds up. Eventually, if given enough time, her body would have given in and it would have killed her.” Bruce felt terrible about the situation and even the idea of that containers existence made him furious. As if just putting a tiny creature into the box and slowly letting their natural energy killed them wasn’t bad enough, they would put rabid, angry, ready to attack creatures in it. Knowing full well that they would release so much energy at once it would only take few minutes to kill them.

Bruce took only a slight step forward, still keeping a fair distance between him and the girl, he didn’t want to frighten her more than she probably already was or would be if the first thing she saw was him. Tony and Steve on the other hand leaned right over the opening, taking a good hard look at her.

“So is she alive?”

“Yes, she looks as though to be breathing,” Bruce answered looking over his glasses.

“Here’s a better question; was she an experiment?” Tony asked looking over to Bruce whose face said he knew all the same as he did.

“I- I don’t know— she-she can obviously speak— we’ll have to ask once she gets back up. Scratch that, I’ll have to ask her.”

“Wait wait, why you?”

“Because you two will scare her…”

“Her? Scared? She didn’t seem so scared a few minutes ago when she was fighting us,” Tony argued.

“Which is exactly why she’ll be scared now, not to mention you negotiated with her on releasing her from a torture box. She’s small, defenseless—as of now—and likely very tired.”

“Not so Mighty now huh?” Tony huffed to himself. Bruce glared at him and he put arms up in defense. “Okay, okay, you’ll talk to her.”

Just then Nix opened her eyes, slowly as she battled with the what seemed to be blinding ceiling light. Once her vision cleared, she could easily see the two sets of human eyes staring down on her.

“Welcome back sunshine,” said the man she recognized as Tony. She visibly winced at his speech, making him frown.

Nix’s heart sunk. As much as her sore muscles protested, she shot up, propping her body up on her hands and scooting herself into a corner of the box.

“Hey- hey hey, guys give her some space.” Bruce walked close only to push Tony and Steve away before stepping back to his original spot. “Just… let her breathe,” Bruce gestured to breathing in and out, “for a minute okay? We’re on a mission here anyways, you guys are supposed to be scanning the rooms here, making sure there aren’t anymore threats before I go and look at the mess made by Wilk and Fray. And to my knowledge, there are at least 30 rooms here… this bunker is bigger than you think… Just go do what you have to do and leave her here with me okay?” Bruce ordered, to focused on the others he didn’t see how Nix’s breathed hitched at the thought of being alone with a scientist.

“What if she lashes out at you eh? What if they get out and— “

Bruce interrupted Steve with nothing but a hand. “I’m not worried about that. Her muscles are no doubt extremely sore, she needs rest not stress.” Bruce looked down at her again, Nix’s scared expression pulled at his heart. “Guys, she’s also terrified out of her mind, I-I mean just look at her— “ they all did, making Nix shrink away even more “please, let her be for now.” Bruce pleaded.

Steve and Tony looked at each other and nodded in agreement, silently they walked away. Nix turned to watch them walk away. Though she felt relief to not be surrounded by as many humans, she was not excited to be left alone with the scientist.

“But if anything happens…” Tony’s voice drifted as the door closed on him.

[wallflower-willow22]

Innocent Rebel

My First Story

I wanted to start off by saying if you're reading this. Thank you. Just one view makes me so happy and the thought of someone liking and enjoying my work is great. Secondly, I just want to mention that this is my first time publishing a story that I've written anywhere so I am both nervous and excited. So I hope you enjoy this short story about a young girl exploring her sexuality and going beyond her limits. Thank You.

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“Oh fuck” I gasped as I woke up with a start, I automatically checked my watch the illuminating blue light flashing the late 03:03 on the plastic face of my digital watch, great! I thought.

“What’s wrong? Did you not enjoy that?” she purred a coy smirk on her face as she stretched her long, long limbs, I sighed internally fuck she was a beauty to look at. Memories of the last few hours flashed through my mind like lightning.

“No.” I sighed “It was great, fabulous even just it’s probably the reason my phone is lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree”

“Ahh” she sighed in realisation, as she flopped on the bed “ I didn’t think someone as cute and innocent as you could swear…. of course, you proved me wrong”

I scoffed loudly “You barely knew me for what? A few hours. Shows you for judging a book by its cover” my favourite idiom slipped out of my mouth easily. Idiom, idiom, oh how I loved that word. If there was one thing I missed from A levels it was the vocabulary in English, the sophistication and elegance of such words just made me feel so confident and smart and empowered. Like I didn’t need physical strength; my wit and words could be my sword.

I shook my heading allowing my internal monologue to fade away like floating clouds and focused on the task at hand, my thumb hovered over my dad’s number glaring at me in the dark. I didn’t realise that whilst deep in my thoughts I had tuned out Isabelle's words,

“Lizz, Lizz, Lizz!!” she exclaimed her hands waving in front of my eyes drastically, I blinked quickly

“Huh?”  I mumbled incoherently

“ Wonderful you’ve come back to earth” she muttered, “ I said what are you going to do then? And do you want me to come with you? “

I smiled shyly at the words, no don’t become hopeful,  do not become hopeful please for fuck sakes don’t do this I repeated this mantra to myself (internally of course). I could feel my heart clench at the images of me and Izzy that swam in my brain like small fish. Fish. Fishy. Oh, My God, my mother is going to kill me I thought.

“I’m going to die” I answer dramatically, she rolls her eyes “ No seriously, I have one, two three, like 30 missed calls here and that’s just from my mum” I scrolled down the screen my greasy thump staining my phone. My throat closed up in fear, “ I mean if your lucky, they’ve only called family and friends but if not well let’s just say my face will be on the BBC news tomorrow morning”

“That’s a bit much, isn’t it? I mean come on when’s the last time you stayed out this late? I mean how bad could it have been?”

“Never.” I screeched “I’ve never ever been out this late, I mean the last time I was out this late, it was a New Years Eve party at my cousin's house”

“Well…” she started “and my parents were there!” her mouth opened... wide,

“What about prom? I mean you must’ve been out late then?” she questioned, I realised then how little she knew about me, unlike David or Lisa she had spent little to no time with me, she didn’t know about my family, she didn’t know about their controlling behaviour.

“Oh God, I’m never going to be allowed out again” I cry, I mean this is the last time my Grandad will ever defend me. Ever! I looked at the screen helplessly as Izzy groaned at the back in frustration, she pulled the covers back with a swish, her slippers padded softly across the room. “I’m making hot chocolate, call me when you’ve sorted it,” she said. I ogled at those small shorts that rode up her back. When she pulled her nighty down to cover her ass, her mouth opened and her arms elongated. She was the epitome of beauty and adorableness, I know it’s not a word but that’s how she looked in that moment.

 I looked at my phone again noticing the +259 in my row of numbers, great they ’d told Lilly, most likely woken her up. What a great idea!. I am so dead. Dead. I took a deep breath and wondered if Izzy would let me stay at hers if they kicked me out? No. Stop.  I didn't want any more negative thoughts. So I took another deep breath and clicked on the number, the phone rang for a millisecond before I heard the familiar warm voice through the device.

“Lizzie, Lizzie Where are you? It doesn’t matter are you ok? Are you safe” she interrogated me viciously non-stop but through the panic, I heard a calm but firm voice “Give me your address I’ll come to pick you up” I groaned what could I say to that? No sorry,  you can’t come pick me up. So instead I replied with;

“ It got late, and I was worried you were still angry at me so I decided to stay with the friend I went out with, she lives on her own and has a spare bedroom I borrowed. She was more than happy for me to stay” Ok so... I left a few things out, like that, I could’ve been home by 22:00 or that I wasn’t exactly using her spare bedroom or that she was far more than a friend. But what they didn’t know didn’t hurt them. Right?.

I twisted my broken nail, as I ripped it from my skin in impatience “ouch” I muttered. I heard a large sigh, it’s like It was replaying in my head; the way his palm covered his face in relief and frustration at the same time, I mean it’s not like I could really blame him. Finally, he managed out

“ I’m sorry I upset you, I know you think I coddle you too much but the last time I stopped well you know what happened, your Grandad’s really worried he blames himself for letting you go out on a Friday night.”

“Are. I sighed as I faltered “Are you angry” I asked him meekly

“No just relieved your safe. You are safe. Right, Lizzie? You arere not lying to me because you think I’ll get angry? I won’t I promise”

“ No, I’m not lying Dad, I promise” I hear my mum scoff in the background and my Dad’s quiet but firm “Taylor. Stop. Now is not the time”, the volume of his voice increased “When will you come back?” he sounded so worried, it broke my heart

“Tomorrow morning, first thing, promise” I said again hoping that the repetition would increase how much I meant it, my voice was becoming muffled with my fingers stuffed in my mouth “ok, just get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow.” he paused then quietly almost like a whisper murmured “Good night. Love you” click.

I gulped as my throat began to hurt and my eyes burn. Oh fuck. Not now for fuck's sake. I realised quickly I swore a lot when I was scared, almost like a reflex. So mesmerised in my conversation I hadn’t noticed Izzy leaning against the doorframe her hands nursing a purple mug of what I assumed was hot chocolate.

“So? What happened? Are you dead now? Are we in heaven or something?” she teased, her tone light but her eyes screaming Are you ok? You can speak to me. Although to be fair that may just be the English student in me.

“Yeah, not as bad as I originally thought, I’m going back tomorrow morning”

A mischievous smile played on her lips, her eyes roaming over me like a predator with her prey. “I wonder what we’ll do till then?”

“ I wonder…” her lips crashed onto mine as my hands gripped her waist like an anchor, keeping me steady against the storm, I moaned into the kiss allowing the waves of pleasure  wash over me the feeling of stability and certainty giving me the peace of mind I so desperately needed, forgetting my worries if not just for a little while.    

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I woke up with the steady beat of a catchy pop song filling my head, oh thank god I thought, not emo or rock music. I mean each to their own and everything but if I’m being honest having two friends obsessed with that depressing stuff was more than enough. Immediately two thoughts came to my mine 1) how was Lisa? It had been ages since I’d seen her, I smile as I elongate my short limbs she’d be so fucking proud of me right now.2) How fucking dead was I really? The sunlight flooded my eyes as I rushed to cover my poor light depraved eyes “ughh” I groaned

“How eloquent, what happened to the smart sophisticated women I went to bed with?” Her teasing tone growing louder as she pulled the covers off my cold, rigid body “ugghh” I repeated as I embraced my curled up figure “ too early, too much sunlight” I grunted out.

“Charming,” she said, the tap of heels moving further away. Wait a minute. Heels? I perked up, my head peeking above the quilt, my eyes watched her figure clear up and my pupils adjusted to the light. She stood still like a statue to be admired in a pencil skirt and maroon top, a black blazer, black stilettos and red bag accompanying her. “Why the fuck are you so dressed up? What’s the time? How late am I “ my pitch increased with each question as I stumbled out of bed tripping and tangling myself into the large quilt attempting to get free. finally after enough waving and tugging and grunting as I’m free from the quilt I trip and stagger into the hallway.

“Relax” she laughs “ I have an early morning meeting,  it’s only  06:00 am but I have to leave. Make yourself at home and if you want we can do something when we get back. Otherwise, just leave the key under the mat and I’ll call you later? Cheerio”

Cheerio. What? I shook my head aggressively trying to wake myself up.  I go to the bathroom to brush and wash and all that, my heart sinks as I realise the impending doom.  I mean, I could ’ve just not gone back, but all my shit was at home. Worst case scenario I can grab all of my crap and leave. If that’s what they want.

I drag my feet to the bedroom intentionally dressing as slowly as possible, I grab my car keys from the small heart-shaped tray at the front,  along with the spare keys as I went. I opened the front door and triple checked I had everything. Key check. Phone check. Handbag check.  I took a deep breath and placed the spare key under the mat as she said, then stuck my headphones in and headed for the small red car that would drive me to my doom.    

By Wallflower,

[artificialqueens]

Sleeping In The Hallway (Biadore) - Whiskey Neat

A/N: I’m back sooner than expected! I’m really trying to fill the list of like 30 prompts I’ve made for myself but I’ve been running quite low on motivation lately. I can’t promise my next fic will be out soon but I’ll always be around. Hope you enjoy this one!

Summary: Adore is drunk and Bianca is mad at her.

TW: vomit (nothing graphic)

Adore was in the middle of downing shots at the bar when her phone vibrated in her pocket. After messily reaching for it, the device slipped though her fingers, tumbling down to the floor.

“God I wish Bianca was here to pick this up for me” Adore thought as she stumbled off the stool and crouched down, feeling around on the sticky floor for her phone. “Where is Bianca anywa- oh fuck.” Adore panicked, as she picked up her phone and saw a text from Bianca on the screen.

Willow: Guess you’re not coming back tonight. Hope you had fun with all your FRIENDS!*insert alcoholic drink emojis*

“Bianf Im so sorey i come baxk noe” Adore typed out in a rush, slamming some random bills down on the counter before stumbling toward the exit of the bar.

On the short walk back to the hotel, Adore had time to put her thoughts together, as together as her drunken brain would let her, that is. How could she have lost track of time like this? She was supposed to meet Bianca back at their shared hotel room at midnight so they could spend some quality time together before they would have to part ways tomorrow. She checked her phone again. It was currently 2am. Another text from Bianca simply reading “Don’t bother.” also showed on the screen.

She really fucked up. Not only had she missed out on quality Bianca time, but once she reached the door of their room the realization hit her that she had also forgotten her room key.

After trying the handle, only to find it locked, Adore knocked a few times and waited. To her dismay, she was met with silence.

She tried knocking again to no avail.

“B?” She whispered, leaning against the door. “Can you let me in? I lost m’key.”

No response. By now, Adore was growing frustrated. Bianca had texted her less than 10 minutes before and she knew the older queen never fell asleep this fast, which could only mean one thing…she was ignoring her.

That assumption was very correct. Bianca was indeed still awake, listening to every word from where she was laying comfortably in their hotel bed. Was she being immature for not letting the younger queen in? Probably. But was she going to open the door for her at any point tonight? Absolutely not. If Adore wanted to be irresponsible and spend her night drinking instead of following through on their plans, then she could find her own place to sleep.

“I know you’re not fucking sleeping! Open the door!” Adore whisper-yelled, a bit too loudly. The alcohol in her system was quickly excelling her frustration to a level she didn’t know how to contain.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now!?” Adore continued, resorting to kicking the door with the toe of her sparkly doc marten boot.

After being met with more silence, angry tears started welling in her eyes.

“C’mon Bianca! This is my room too! You can’t just leave me out here!” Adore whined, voice breaking.

Silence.

“Don’t do this to me…” she sobbed, falling to her knees as her drunken state wouldn’t allow her to stand anymore.

After being met with silence yet again, Adore shifted to curl up on her side on the dirty hotel carpet, continuing to sob loudly.

A short while later, a familiar presence entered the hallway.

“Adore? What’s happened?” The Australian accent asked with worry.

Adore removed her hands from her mascara-streaked face and looked up to see Courtney kneeling in front of her.

“Bianca hates me!” she cried, sitting up and throwing her arms around Courtney.

“I’m sure that’s not true Adorm, why do you think that?” The blonde asked, rubbing her back.

“C-Cause she’s mad at me and she won’t let me in and I’m a fuck up and-and-“ Adore explained, working herself up into hysterics again.

“Hey, it’s okay….breathe….breathe…” Courtney coaxed, guiding the dark haired queen through some deep breaths.

“How bout you stay in my room tonight and we can deal with Bianca tomorrow, okay?” The Aussie offered, helping Adore stand up.

Adore nodded and wiped her nose, allowing Courtney to basically carry her down the hall to her room.

Once in the room, Courtney guided Adore to bed. After downing a bottle of water, Adore had passed out, leaving Courtney awake to send one simple text to Bianca.

“You’re babysitting this hangover in the morning. Not me.” She sent, attaching a picture of the sleeping queen next to her. With that, Courtney switched off the lamp and went to sleep.

*the next morning*

Adore could feel the nausea coming on before she was fully awake. She rolled over and groaned, trying to ignore it, fearing that her head might actually explode if she had to open her eyes to make a run for the bathroom.

She managed to drift off for about 5 more minutes before her stomach lurched dangerously and she absolutely HAD to get up and make that dreaded run for the bathroom.

Halfway through vomiting up all the alcohol she had consumed the night before, she felt a hand brushing her hair back and holding it out of her face.

When she was finished, Adore whimpered miserably, resting her forehead on the cool porcelain bowl, feeling awful and gross.

“You’re okay…” Said a gravely voice from behind her.

The voice didn’t belong to Courtney like she had expected. Instead she turned to see that it was Bianca who had been holding her hair back. Adore froze and fought back the urge to vomit again as the memory of last nights events came back to her.

“What are you doing here?” Adore croaked, feeling slightly embarrassed of how rough her voice sounded.

“Courtney told me you were here.”

“Yeah, but like what are you doing…here?” Adore asked, motioning to where they were seated on the bathroom floor.

“Helping you?” Bianca stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Thought you were mad at me…” Adore said, turning back towards the toilet as another wave of nausea came over her.

“Mad? No. Disappointed? Very.” Bianca replied, pulling Adore’s hair back once again.

“M’sorry….” Adore mumbled when she was finished.

“I just wanted to spend time with you. We’re not gonna see each other for what, 2 months after this?” Bianca admitted, handing Adore a bit of toilet paper to wipe her face with. “So when you stayed out to drink, something you can do on any other night, it was just really disappointing since we already had plans, you know?”

“I know…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I really did plan on coming back but then I lost track of time and-“ Adore cut herself off to clear her dry throat. “Can you get me some water please?” She asked with a pout.

Without a word, Bianca exited the bathroom and returned moments later with a bottle of water.

“Thanks” Adore told her, chugging half of it before continuing. “I lost track of time, and I know that’s a shitty excuse but I’d never do that to you on purpose. I’ve been trying to not drink so much lately but last night was just….yeah. I’m sorry.”

“Mistakes happen, I get it.” Bianca said, pulling Adore in against her side for a hug. Adore rested her head on the older queens shoulder and they sat like that for a bit.

“I can’t believe you were gonna make me sleep in the fucking hallway” Adore half-joked a few minutes later.

“I can.” Bianca deadpanned, holding back a laugh. The situation suddenly becoming funny now that everything was okay between them. “Now can we get off this floor? Courtney and I brought breakfast.”

“Only if you let me borrow your key so I can go brush my teeth.” Adore said with a smirk.

Bianca handed said item over to Adore. “You better not lose it. Otherwise we’ll both be sleeping in the hallway.”

[kiheons]

Imagine in the hatefucking au one night aquaria accidentally leaves some heels at briannas after they fuck and the next party they hook up at Brianna is wearing aquarias shoes (they’re the same shoe size, cute) as an excuse to interact with her and all aquaria can think is how good her heels make Briannas legs look

Brianna tormenting Aquaria over expensive shoes

Aquaria leaves a ton of stuff at Brianna’s place, shirts, socks, heels, she’s left her underwear more than one. Sometimes she’ll borrow Brianna’s instead or grab Brianna’s stuff instead of hers. In this particular instance Aquaria, who is not stupid and knows that it’s always a good idea to have an emergency pair of flats, goes home in those and forgets her heels at Brianna’s place. Brianna notices right away because she definitely doesn’t own these shoes but Aquaria is a 7.5 like her and these are expensive so Brianna is gonna wear them. It’s Aquaria’s own dumb fault for leaving these. 

They go to a party about two weeks from then and Brianna is wearing the heels and this cute silver mini dress. Aquaria clocks it right away. Drops her conversation right away to go up to Brianna and hiss in her ear “Are you wearing my shoes” Brianna just like yes, you left them at my place I assumed it was a gift. Aquaria like okay clearly I was dead tired if I left these at your place and thank god it was you instead of some random hook up “those are 700 dollar red Louboutin Pigalles it took me such a long time to save up the money to buy them so give them back.” Brianna like no if you wanted them you wouldn’t have left them at my apartment. Aquaria looks pissed and a little panicked “I was fucking tired, give them back Brianna” Brianna thinking about it for a second “hmmmm….no” 

Aquaria literally spends the whole party trailing after Brianna telling Brianna to give them back and making sure Brianna doesn’t fuck them up. “I can walk like an adult Aquaria you don’t have babysit me” Aquaria is clearly not happy “These are 700 fucking dollars and I’m broke so I’m making sure you don’t ruin my babies. If you don’t want me to follow you then give them back.” Brianna sticking up her nose. “I don’t have any other shoes.” Aquaria like “then take them off and go barefoot I don’t care give me my damn shoes back” Brianna like if you’re broke why do you have 700 dollar shoes and Aquaria hissing “cause I like nice things Brianna and I deserve to have some nice things so for the love of god give them back!” “If they’re that important you should take better care of them” Aquaria sounds a little hysterical now “I was fucking tired, I barely made it into my apartment, I literally feel asleep on my carpet  so give me my fucking shoes back!” Brianna tracing the rim of her glass with her finger. “if you were that tired you could have just stayed over.” Aquaria huffing “maybe I should have cause then you wouldn’t have stolen my shoes!” 

“Brianna there’s a spilled drink, Brianna be careful don’t scuff them, Brianna don’t walk over there they’re gonna get dirty” and Brianna is getting really really fucking annoyed. “Oh my god, go do something else! Stop following me!” Aquaria is not having it “Give my shoes back then! I’m not leaving you alone with these just so you can ruin them!” Brianna rolling her eyes “I’m not going to ruin them you’re so dramatic.” Aquaria like yes I’m being dramatic cause those are literally 700 fucking dollars and I have like max 200 in my bank account right now those shoes are more important to me than your life so give them back before I kill you “Look, we’re the same size right? I’ll let you wear my heels just please give them back” Brianna is honestly having fun seeing Aquaria squirm. “I think the shoes you’re wearing right now are ugly” Aquaria is trying very hard to to scream at Brianna and Brianna can tell that Aquaria is at the end of her rope “They’re not ugly and you know it! Give me my fucking Pigalles back!” 

Brianna faking offense “you’re being so rude. I don’t know Aquaria, I don’t feel inclined to help out someone who’s being this mean to me.” Aquaria looks like her head is going to explode “Then what do I have to do for you to give me MY shoes back? You know, the shoes that I own and paid for and that belong to me?” Brianna is gonna take any chance she has to fuck with Aquaria. “I’ll only give them back if you tell me how pretty I am for a whole hour” Brianna is genuinely joking. She’ll give them back at the end of the night. Except Aquaria doesn’t hesitate “You look great in that dress and those heels make your legs look great because they’re 700 fucking dollars and I busted my ass to be able to buy these. Your makeup is nice and you have pretty hair and you smell good.” Aquaria is gritting her teeth, someone might as well be holding a gun to her head. “you’re a good kisser, your lipstick choice is not as tacky as it usually is and your teeth are cute.” Brianna like okay one of those was definitely an insult and the other was just fucking weird. “You think I’m good kisser?” Aquaria looks a bit caught off guard “Does it matter? Give me my shoes back.” 

“Aquaria you know I was joking about telling me how pretty I am, right?” Aquaria is like “I don’t know you’re a sadist so who knows what your fucked up brain comes up with. I want my goddamn shoes back.” Brianna like hold up “if you’re willing to tell me how pretty I am for a whole hour I’m not going to stop you” Aquaria growling in frustration “I don’t want to do that I just want my shoes back!” “Then tell me how pretty I am for 20 minutes.” Aquaria muttering “i hate you, I hate you so fucking much Brianna. You’re a terrible human being and I hate you.” Brianna is not impressed. “That doesn’t sound like a compliment. Guess I’ll be keeping your shoes.” Aquaria cursing “Fuck! Okay, okay jesus christ. You’re pretty okay? You’re fucking cute and you have a nice ass. Your legs look really good in those heels but they always look good. You’re actually good at kissing, uh you’re good at making coffee. You have pretty eyes, I like how you do your eyeliner, it’s actually not terrible. You have a cute laugh and your hair is soft and you’re really good at eating pussy. Uh, you can do your taxes? I assume you can do your taxes. You actually know how to cook and your apartment is only a mess like 30% of the time.” Aquaria whining “I don’t know what else do you want to hear? Brianna this sucks!” 

“How is knowing how to do my taxes a compliment? Do you not know how to do your taxes?” Aquaria mumbling “i just call my dad and try and figure it out. I’m not sure I’m doing them right but that’s a problem for future me.” Brianna like wow okay when the IRS shows up at your door I’m gonna pretend like I don’t know you. “Just tell me what you like about me” Aquaria like Brianna I hate you there’s nothing I like about you “Then just make something up.” “You’re a great chemical engineer.” Brianna like Aquaria what does that have to do with anything “You told me to make something up! Look can I just have my shoes back? Please? I worked really hard to pay for those.” Brianna is okay okay fine you can have them back. “I don’t have other shoes and honestly this party is winding down anyway.” The two of them leave and Brianna like my apartment is only like 4 blocks away we can walk. Aquaria is not having it “i’m not letting you walk back to your apartment in my shoes. You’re going to wreck them. I’m calling an uber.” Brianna like Aquaria that’s going to take even longer I walked here in them it’s fine. Aquaria looks horrified. “You fucking walked here in my shoes? Are you serious?” 

“Aquaria they’re shoes. You’re supposed to walk in them.” Aquaria is mildly shrieking “Not if they’re 700 dollars! Why would you do that, oh my god I’m gonna have a panic attack” Brianna like Aquaria calm the fuck down they’re fine the shoes are fine don’t worry. “Look if it’s freaking you out that much I’ll take them off.” Aquaria like I thought you said you didn’t have other shoes. “I don’t but clearly you’re losing your shit over this.” Aquaria looks conflicted. “Just…just walk carefully, okay?” Brianna is a bit surprised “I thought you’d want me to take them off?” Aquaria looking at Brianna like she’s stupid. “This is New York. There’s all kind of crap on the streets. I’m not that fucked up that I’m making you walk barefoot. Just please be careful, I worked really really fucking hard to be able to afford these, okay?” Brianna like okay okay I’ll be careful I promise. It takes them an extra 10 minutes to get back to Brianna’s apartment cause Aquaria is micromanaging how Brianna walks.

They finally get back and Aquaria is like okay take them off right away. Brianna finally giving Aquaria her shoes back and the first thing Aquaria does is inspect them. “Aquaria they’re fine. I wasn’t going to fuck them up, I could tell they were expensive.” Aquaria ignores Brianna and just does her thing. “Okay, they look fine. They look okay, thank god.” Brianna like you love those shoes more than me don’t you. Aquaria glaring at her “These are 700 dollars. At most you’re worth 3 bucks and a stick of gum.” Brianna like w o w glad to hear how you see me. “I regret giving you the shoes back. You’re back to being a bitch.”  Aquaria like well tough luck cause you gave them back and now all your leverage is gone cause you’re a poor bitch who doesn’t have anything designer. “Aquaria you’re a poor bitch too, I’m just a poor bitch who knows how to manage my money since clearly I can do my taxes.” Aquaria pouting “I know how to do my taxes! I think.” Aquaria getting her heels and she’s getting ready to leave when Brianna is just like “hey before you go-” Aquaria turning around like yeah whats up “Wanna fuck?” Aquaria grinning, setting down her heels. “I’m down.”