#mc: tonya ice

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Answering for Platinum, RCD, AME, HC & LH

Crystal is a Grammy-award singer, a pop/alternative, although she dipped her toes into reggaeton and ballads

Kiara is an Oscar and Emmy winning actress, who debuted with Matt Rodriguez and her future wife Victoria Fontaine in Tender Nothings, she now produces most movies, but has worked with Dante Valdez and has participated in a 90s-inspired romcom with Josh Morello

Selene is the three-times winner of America's Most Elegible and has gone from reality to an influencer and entrepreneur of her own beauty brand with her wife Bianca

Therese Ward started as a model, but is now a designer and has done several designs for the Big Four and rivals Tatin and has made her own agency with full representation: not only in skin tones, but with disabilities, sizes and most of her money goes to charities that study rare illnesses and war relief

Tonya Ice is a famous blogger who went viral at ClickIt and now is the co-founder of San Franciscas, winner of the Blackbourne Award and known for its innovative, witty and self-conscious writings about life at San Francisco and promoving the local lifestyle

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If you’re still taking prompts, maybe something with Rosé (or Denali) being protective please?

gonna get a little creative with this one and throw it into a skating verse

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Rosé shivers.

"Why does every ice rink have to be so cold?"

Denali raises her eyebrows at her as if to say really, stupid? and continues working on her artful bun. Rosé crosses her arms over her chest and continues to sulk against the lockers. She can't help that she forgot her jacket at the office in her rush to get to the rink in time for Denali's competition. Now she's shivering in the locker room while Denali sits on the floor in front of the mirror doing her hair.

The life of a skating wife isn't a glamorous one.

Denali grumbles as another strand of hair falls out of her updo. Rosé pushes off of the lockers and stands behind Denali, puts her hands on her shoulders. They're tense.

"Here," Rosé says, massaging the tight muscles at the base of Denali's neck, "let me help you with this."

Denali nods gently -- careful not to mess up her hair even more -- and hands the bobby pins over to Rosé. "Thanks, baby."

"Of course."

Rosé starts working with the pins, places Denali's dark waves in just the right spot so tendrils spill out of her bun and down to her face in curls. She adds some rhinestoned pins for dramatic effect, and then she reaches for the hair spray that's on the bench. She sprays it all down, careful to keep it out of Denali's face, until the hair is flat and a little crunchy -- which means it isn't going anywhere no matter how high Denali jumps or how fast she spins.

"All done?" Denali asks.

"All done." Rosé checks her watch and then pulls Denali up from the ground, settles her on her skates. "It's almost time for the event to start, let's get out there."

Denali nods and tosses her phone in her bag before shoving it in a locker rather unceremoniously. Rosé lets Denali go through her pre-competition routine -- one long stretch, a breath, and walk. She doesn't even think any of this is conscious to Denali anymore, but she finds it fucking adorable.

She trails behind Denali like a puppy as she confidently struts through the locker room. They get to the door just as it flies open and a flurry of turquoise feathers and sequins storms in, heading straight for Denali.

The personified peacock scoffs and shoves Denali into the wall. Rosé moves into the middle of the hallway to stop her in her tracks.

"Woah, Tonya Harding, calm down," Rosé says. "What the hell was that?"

The peacock whirls on Denali, who's still pressed against the wall. "You got me disqualified."

Rosé sees that Denali's holding her shoulder -- this woman is dead if she injured Denali -- and that she's pretty shaken, so Rosé pulls her off of her.

"I said calm down." Rosé puts herself between Denali and the peacock. She'll guard Denali with her life if she has to.

"Who's your fucking guard dog, Foxx?" the peacock asks.

Rosé narrows her eyes. "I'm her wife. And if she got you disqualified, then you obviously did something wrong. Now back off."

"Rosie," Denali says quietly, "let's just go."

Rosé puts her hand on Denali's back and leads her through the locker room door. Once they're a safe distance away and out of the peacocks earshot, Rosé stops them and leans closer to Denali. "Baby, are you okay?"

Denali nods. "I hit my shoulder hard but-- I'm fine."

"Can you compete?"

"Yes," Denali says. Rosé's cheeks are red with anger and she's finally warm, now, since there's adrenaline running through her veins. She must look like she's about to go ruffle some peacock feathers, because Denali hooks her arms around Rosé's waist, both to embrace her and to trap her. "It's fine, Rosie. Just ignore her."

"What did she do, anyway?" Rosé asks.

Denali looks around. More women are filtering into the rink-side waiting area. "She was trying to hurt some of the younger girls in practice," Denali answers quietly. "Like, trying to land on them and 'accidentally' blade them."

Rosé looks down at her wife and smiles slowly. "Look at you, Nali." She tips her chin up and kisses her quickly. "Preventing another Nancy Kerrigan situation."

Denali shrugs, bashful. "I just don't want these kids to get hurt."

Over the loudspeaker, the MC announces warmups for the women's free skate are beginning. Rosé walks Denali to the edge of the ice and kisses her cheek.

"Get out there and show them how it's done, baby."

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Fate Doesn’t Write My Stories pt. 1 - Promotion

This is a multi-chapter story about MC, and Chris finding their way back together after years of being separated post graduation. Chris’s career takes him to Boston, a city he’d promised was her territory. But it’s not just Chris, fate has seemingly brought the entire Hartfeld crew back together.

NOTE: This is a fictional story based on Pixelberry’s Choices App. *Books The Freshman, The Sophomore, The Junior. I am not affiliated with Pixelberry nor do I own the rights to their original characters.

Sun peeking out from behind a thick level of clouds of the first time in weeks. The bright light causing the darkness behind MC’s eyelids to lighten with shades of maroon. Squinting her tired eyes couldn’t keep the beams from coming in. MC opened her hazel eyes for the first time in hours. The last thing she remembered before leaning her head against the textured bark of her favorite tree was a small family setting up a picnic; now that her eyes were open they were gone. Her first recollection of time passing.  She let her eyes adjust as she takes in the tourists snapping photos where the family had been before. The Common was time and time again the place she would go to dream, to think, on her darkest days even to pray to a god she never truly believed in. MC moves her stare down to glance at her phone briefly; rolling her eyes at the dozens of texts rolling in.

Four years ago MC moved to Boston. A desperate choice made during a devastated state of mind. She made an ambitious move applying at the Boston Globe. While she didn’t landed the position she wanted she was eager to accept any role at the paper. Her first year spent grabbing coffee and making copies; the following two years spent moving around commas and splicing run on sentences. But her leaders had trusted her now after years of submitting articles and stories it was finally going to pay off. But not necessarily in the department she wanted. She runs through her supervisor offering her the position in her head over and over.

“MC, you’ve put in a lot here for the past few years and I’m extremely happy to offer you a position as a columnist, and editor.” Tonya Kingsley’s patronizing and snaggle toothed smile has been the bane of MC’s existence for the last three and half years. However the smile she wore now was less condescending. “You’ve submitted some amazing pieces to us and I know you’ve had great interest in our Political Department. And while I pride you on your hard work, I’m more interested in this.” She says sliding crossed the table screen prints of articles MC had no interest in reading again. “When I search your name online the only thing that comes up besides your co published book are these articles. Hartfeld seemed to have you writing a lot on sports and MC, you were excellent at it. You have a way of making these games come back to life. After reading these and seeing how hard you’ve worked well…” she trails off pure happiness falling over face. “With football season approaching quickly The Boston Globe would like to offer this position in the Sports Department, effective immediately.”

How was MC supposed to argue with a promotion, how was she supposed to tell Tonya that she was only good at writing about those old College football games because of her personal connection to the quarterback. In a state of delusion, shock and more importantly financial need MC accepted the position. After cleaning off her now “old” desk the rest of her day was a haze, she remembered getting take out with her roommate, but didn’t recall a word of conversation made. The next day lead her here, to her favorite tree, in her favorite place battling anxieties she had repressed for almost four years.

“I knew I’d find you here” a familiar voice teased from behind MC. But while a year ago she found this voice comforting it’s only now started to become annoying. “Mind if I join you?”

MC finally looks up and manages a smile “Carter, hey…” she scoots over allowing him to sit by her.

“You weren’t answering my texts, I just got off of an overnight shift figured I’d swing by here see if I could catch my girl” Carter explained placing his hand over her leg.

Carter Dennings a registered nurse working in pediatrics. Dark brown hair matching identically with his chocolate eyes, a fit frame and a bright white smile. He’d just celebrated his 30th birthday wanting only to spend the day with his ‘best gal’. Carter was a textbook definition of the perfect guy. He gave MC pretty much everything she needed even when she didn’t ask. He was really her ‘prince charming’. But the problem with happily ever afters is that they don’t really apply to real life. They never fought, he gave into her every opinion he supported her and he knew that she was always right. While this lead to their relationship being picture perfect after the first year the lack of tension or opinion was pulling at MC.

Crossed town in a small coffee shop two old familiar friends sit down to reconnect.

“Iced Americano for Becca!” A barista calls loudly over the sounds of chatting.

“Thanks!” Becca grabs the drink leaving behind a far too generous tip. She wanders back to her table sitting crossed from a familiar face. “You know, I don’t know why I’m even meeting with you after you missed my Wedding” her voice teases as her face softens. “But nonetheless… it’s good to see you Chris. You look good!” she chimes “But what brings you to Boston? I figured this is the last place you’d want to be.”

“When you’re career leads you somewhere sometimes you have to go whether you like it or not” Chris’s voice deep and rocky just as it had been in their college days. “I’m managing and assisting a rookie with the Patriots this season. I know you’re football fan so you may have heard of him? Miles Gruntie? Played one season with the Seahawks before accepting a longer contract here”

“Miles Gruntie? Sounds familiar, I’ll have to ask Allan his favorite team is the Seahawks” Becca refers to her now husband. A businessman, realtor and millionaire from that stormy city in the pacific northwest. “We caught a game out there last season remember?” she teases again knowing she can push her limits with her college friend and briefly college fling. “Oh wait, how could you remember? It was the week before my wedding… which you missed” she presses again this time with a smile.

Chris laughs moving his hands up to show his innocence “Hey, it was my mothers 50th birthday! I’m sorry I couldn’t miss it. But also…” he counters her mockery “I’m pretty sure I got you those tickets” he winks and the two of them share laughter before it falls silent.

“Does she know you’re here?” Becca asks now more seriously. “Does she know you’ve moved here?”

Chris looks down fidgeting nervously with his hands that are now layed on the table.  “No” he answers barely loud enough to hear.

Becca moves quickly and gently placing her hands on his. “You should tell her, before she finds out from someone else.”

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