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allthatyoulove · 4 years ago

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Dance With Me

Loki / Reader

Summary: You’re at Tony’s masquerade party, when Loki asks you to dance.

Warnings: cussing and dirty talk maybe? nothing too bad

Words: 1.5k

A/N: The summary is pretty short just b/c this is more of a drabble that I had the idea for like an hour before I wrote it. Also, sorry the gif is so big I’m not sure how to fix it but he’s hot so it’s ok; Hope you enjoy the story! Feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed! Thanks for stopping by :)

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I ran my hands down the sides of my dress, smoothing it one last time as I looked in the mirror. I grabbed my mask and tied it at the back of my head, checking myself out before I headed back out to the ballroom.

Tony was throwing a masquerade ball and all the avengers were forced to go. He didn’t even really have a reason or cause for this ball, this was all a last minute cover-up party for the kinky stuff Steve had found in Pepper’s laundry the other day. Regardless, Thor wouldn’t let it go after Tony said it was for “party purposes” and insisted that he throw a masquerade.

So, here we are.

Tony rented a gigantic elegant ballroom, ever the billionaire, with only the most expensive alcohol, food, clothes, and people.

The avengers were spread throughout the room. Thor was flirting with some women by the bar who looked uninterested, T’Challa was on the dance floor with Steve and Sam while Bucky stood with them subtly moving to the music, Vision and Wanda were sitting at a table flirting like highschoolers, and Natasha was on her way to steal the hearts of the girls Thor was talking to. Bruce was talking with Tony and Clint. Pepper and Shuri were sitting with me, across the table from Wanda and Vision.

I was searching the crowd for the dramatically dark and mysterious avenger that has yet to be seen.

I’d think he would thrive in a setting like this, being able to dress with flair and saunter all over the dance floor terrorizing people from underneath a mask. Or, maybe he doesn’t want his face to be covered at all, instead wanting all the attention on his prominent cheekbones. Either way, the function was in full effect and he was nowhere to be seen.

It’s not that I’m purposefully looking for him, because I’m not, I just feel…. an absence from the room.

Don’t get me wrong, Tony threw some good parties, and I was having fun, I was just missing out on tormenting my least favorite avenger.

I must have been deep in thought, because I found myself having to refocus my eyes on the room and come back down from my mind when I heard his voice.

“Looking for someone, darling?”

I sighed as I turned around in my chair, seeing Loki straightening after crouching so he could whisper in my ear.

“That’s funny actually, I was just wondering when you would come to ruin the night”

He let out a deep laugh, closing his eyes. I took this second to look at what he was wearing before he made some smart remark about it.

He was in an all-black suit, head to toe. Not a splash of color. Black blazer, black tie, black shirt….black mask.

“I’m glad you decided to bless us all tonight and wear a mask. I would’ve guessed you’d hate to have to hide your brooding underneath something so elegant and pleasing.”

He instantly replied, as if he knew what I was going to say from the beginning.

“Well, I do love to please.”

He paused for a beat before continuing while I smirked and shook my head in disbelief. The song changed from something upbeat and more-danceable, to a beautiful, slow, dancing ballad.

“And, speaking of pleasing,” He made a gesture of looking me up and down in my chair with my legs crossed.

“You look enchanting.”

My face warmed, but I kept my expression as I replied in a flirtatious tone.

“Such a charmer, aren’t you? Is there something you want, Loki?”

He smirked and didn’t take his eyes off of mine.

“Dance with me.”

He held one hand out to me, keeping the other behind his back in proper fashion.

I picked up my glass of wine I had sitting in front of me and chugged the rest of it before grabbing his hand.

Shuri and Pepper laughed, going back to their conversation they were having before as Loki and I walked to the dance floor.

“I should tell you I have no idea how to dance.” I told him as we reached the dance floor.

He let go of my hand and stood in front of me, never dropping his smirk.

“You seem to know how to dance pretty well at Tony’s other parties”

I jokingly rolled my eyes, “Well I can’t exactly shake my ass in a ballroom, can I? No matter how much you’d like it.”

He laughed and grabbed my hand, resting his other hand delicately at the small of my back. I immediately stopped smirking and stiffened a little, not sure what to do with my hands.

“Relax” he whispered, guiding the hand that wasn’t holding his to the back of his neck.

I let out a breath and relaxed into this new position we were in, waiting for something to happen. I wasn’t sure what to expect or what to do, so I was going to let him lead with everything.

We stood still for a second, staring at each other. His eyes roamed my face for a second before he softly cleared his throat and began to dance.

My feet followed his to the sound of the music as we started to waltz across the dance floor. The song was a slower song, and I found my feet interesting as we started to dance.

“Look at me”

I looked up at him, raising my eyebrows in a silent question.

“I meant what I said earlier”

“And what was it you said earlier?”

“When I said that you look beautiful”

I smiled at him as I spoke, “I believe the word you used was ‘enchanting’”

He laughed, switching his gaze from my eyes to my lips briefly.

“Well, there’s quite a few different words that could describe how you look”

I leaned in a little closer, wrapping my hand that was around the back of his neck a little tighter, and whispering like I was telling him a secret.

“Like what?”

He didn’t reply right away, instead dancing a few more seconds before he lightly twirled me, bringing me back to him closer than before. His arm was fully around my waist now, and our faces were centimeters apart when he spoke again.

“I don’t know if some of the ones I’m thinking are appropriate here, with people around.”

He looked at my lips as they slightly parted, in shock of how bold he was being tonight. I didn’t want him to read too much into my pause, so I quickly got myself together and responded.

“Well now I have to know”

He let out a deep chuckle, looking around the room as he thought of what to say next. I smiled a real smile at him, at how he looked. At how we were right now. I smiled up at him, looking at his eyes, waiting for his reply.

He brought his face back down to meet mine, his eyes dark. He had a sly look on his face. The face of the god of mischief. I was even more excited to hear it now. This was going to be good.

“Why don’t I show you? Tonight, in your room? I would offer right here, right now, but seeing as you already brought up the fact that we’re in a ballroom isn’t appropriate, I’m willing to wait.”

I froze, my feet stopping in their place as I looked up at him in surprise. Or shock, maybe? My mouth stayed slightly parted. He didn’t waste any time when I stopped dancing, picking me up with his arm that was around my waist to slowly spin us around. I was completely off the ground, and he picked me up as if I weighed nothing.

His eyes never left mine, as if he was searching for my answer in them. I was scared he would find it, too, with the intensity that he had in his eyes.

After looking at him in shock for a couple of seconds and not saying anything, I gave a dry laugh before I responded.

“Okay then, pretty boy. I guess we’ll see if you’re worthy of being a god after all.”

He smiled at me, setting me down on my feet as the song slowly came to a close. Our faces were still so close, if I leaned in just a little…

Everyone around us clapped for the live performers as the song ended. I was snapped out of my little haze as I took a step back from him, out of his arms. My waist felt cold, felt empty without his touch.

I gave him a mock curtsy, holding my dress out to him. He smirked and did the same to me, holding out his arms as if to show me off.

“I’ll see you tonight, darling.”

He walked off the dance floor and into the crowd, leaving me standing on the dance floor to relive everything that just happened.

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physicalturian · 4 years ago

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[18+] Words of pleasure - Law x F!Reader - Part 6

[No spoilers] [Modern AU - College AU] [She/her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] Words : 6246 Archive of our own

Warning : Power play / Dom/sub Dynamics / Control / Stranger / Flirting / Fluff / Awkwardness / Mirrors / Anxiety … If you feel like I should add more warnings, send me a dm or and ask

– Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

There was a short silence, I let out a nervous chuckle before going for random sounds leaving my mouth as I tried to pick up my dignity off the floor. When I was about to cover up, Law hummed. “I’d say the neck, but it all depends on the situation…” He looked at me from the corner of his eyes and smirked, “Faces are very expressive and help understand what the person’s thinking about. But, so does the whole body language.” Drumming his fingers over the wheel, he made a pondering face and smirked as he continued.

“But the neck, very sensitive. Very fragile, and yet it has one of the most important roles. Protecting all those nerves, to send the information to the brain- to let one have access to the neck is to let yourself be vulnerable…” I listened to him intently, no knowing if it was hot or slightly threatening but which ever it was, it made me very aware of my neck and I had hard time not moving my hand there.

Lightening the mood, he chuckled and asked me what mine was. “Oh, hm… I never really gave it a thought…” I lied, of course. I knew very well that the entire human body had so much appeal, but I also knew my preferences. Still, I was not going to answer that quickly to him, I had to make it look like I was giving it a thought. When it seemed appropriate, I answered, “Probably hands. Just like the body language, it says a lot about the person.” And it’s fucking hot. “If the person takes care of them, if they’re more into manual work, if they have bad habits… scars… The tattoos also…” I trailed off, biting the inside of my cheek in apprehension of what he’d say.

With a scoff, I heard him softly ask. “And do tell me, what do my hands tell you?” I tried to think, but I was simply thinking they were pretty, and he was hot. So, I gave it a deeper thought, then opted for more of a flirty approach. I could fix that weird question, make it worth it, right?

“I can barely see them from here, I’d have to get a closer look.” While I said it in a flirty manner, I tried to coat it with a bit of humor, just to give myself a chance to escape. Chuckling, he did not answer. Instead, he pulled up in my street before parking and maneuvering now to not do it when leaving. When we stopped moving, I was going to leave quickly to not die of embarrassment from his lack of response but couldn’t with all the food and drinks on my lap. “Are you in a rush?” He asked with a smug smile as he took his things from lap after unbuckling his seat belt.

Giving him a side glance, I realized how close his face was from mine and couldn’t help but glance at his lips before forcing myself to lean back and open the car door. “Well I am hungry-“ I swore under by breath when I felt a pull from the belt when I leaned forward to leave, it was quickly released after I heard the unclasping. Law had done it for me, surprising me at the same time. Almost falling forward, I held onto the car door for a sec before stepping outside.

I could hear his laugh echo when he left the car, and slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it. “Do you want me to hold your things while you take your keys-“ He stopped mid-sentence when he felt my bag nudge his side, “Take them, they’re in the back pocket. I would have done it myself, but you’ve bought me quite a lot, so it’s on you.” He made a confused sound and asked me if I was sure.

“Are you scared you’ll find drugs? Or is it maybe pads and tampons that’d be the problem?” He was going to reply, but I continued, “There’s none of that, I think there are biscuits wrappers at best. And my wallet,” I shrugged before trying to nod his way, over my shoulder. “Give me your food, I’ll hold it while you open my bag.”

“Your hands are full-“ He said, but I interrupted him, “My mouth isn’t, come on give me your stuff.” I closed my mouth for a second, taking in what I had said before feeling my face heat up. I shook my head as I sighed, hoping he’d ignore it, but as he handed me his small bag with probably pastries in it, he spoke. “I was going to say something,” He started, giving me his pack that I held between my teeth. It was almost weightless. “But you’re clearly doing such a good job at embarrassing yourself, I don’t think it’s necessary.”

With the paper bag still in mouth, I spoke through my teeth, “Fuck you, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

He looked over his shoulder and quirked a brow before replying, “Do I? You’ve been pretty insistent on sharing how hot you think I am, I can almost imagine how bad you want to fuck me.” After unlocking the building, he grabbed the paper bag from my mouth and grinned in a cocky way. It made me want to slap him across the face, but also take him against the wall, maybe the latter more than the other one. But I did none of those and simply huffed.

“I think you’re the one who’s whipped, you did stalk me through my friends to bring me food.” I said over my shoulder, stopping in front of the elevator and using my elbow to push the button.

The man hummed as if considering what I had said, then gave me a look I couldn’t describe. It seemed intense, but not sultry, maybe even confused, lost. “As I said, I am familiar with studying for a long period of time. It’s a boost, moral support. So, don’t be ungrateful like that, you sound like a brat.” It seemed I had ticked him off by saying that, I could see it by the frown decorating his forehead.

But that frown was also accompanied but a delicate blush. I did not argue back, instead we stepped inside the elevator silently. Did I keep that silence? No. I could have kept the drowning, deafening silence that surrounded us, but I did not want him to feel uncomfortable. That is the reason I gave myself to talk more.

“You’re right, thank you for the food and the company. How much do I owe you?”

Looking down at me, his frown dissipated as a small smile drew itself on his lips. “Do you ever accept gifts without questioning?” He scoffed before adding I didn’t owe him anything. I was going to speak up when he did, at the same time and I let him. “I have a better idea; you know what would make my day?” I believe it was rhetorical, but as we left the elevator, I answered jokingly. “Your day has been made since the moment you saw me.”

He did not lose any time and replied with a smirk, “And yours, since I called you this morning, but who’s keeping track?”

A loud cackle left my mouth, it wasn’t elegant in any way. I had not expected him to be funny like that, though maybe he was just catching me by surprise more than being actually funny. I wasn’t sure yet, but there was this bubbly feeling my guts that assured me he was not a bad guy. “I’m not going to lie, it wasn’t not-enjoyable. But do tell me, what would make your day?” I asked before gesturing for him to open the door, telling him which key it was. I held his paper bag between my teeth once more, as he opened it before he grabbed it from me.

“If you admitted you want to see me in my hospital coat-“

I cut him off once I had put everything on the dining table, and freed his hands, “At best, a hospital gown to see that ass, but I am never admitting having a ‘doctor kink’, alright?” With everything laid on the table, I turned around to look at him and made a grimace, “Actually I take it back, this is just a nice get together, I swear I don’t want to see your ass that desperately, ok? Take a seat, doc.” I blurted out, realizing what I had said was more something I’d say jokingly. But I meant some of it, I did want to see him in his full glory.

This time, he did not make any witty comeback. Instead, he took a good look at me a moment, then grabbed my chin and turned it a bit before sliding his finger right under my jaw. He was checking my pulse, then said, “How about you take a deep breath and relax? You said it yourself, it’s just a nice get together, I’ll even sit at the opposite of you if I make you that nervous.” He suggested as he let go of me and pulled up a chair to sit on.

“No, no, don’t-“ I pulled up the one right next to him, maybe even scooting it a bit closer to him, our knees touching. My face was warming up slowly, remembering the interaction that happened seconds ago. “I’ll be honest, and you guessed it, I’m slightly nervous but maybe it’s because I’m into you. Not desperate, but you’re clearly a sight for sore eyes and you’re funny. You keep me on my toes, it’s fun.”

I did not expect him to react like that, but the man in front of me seemed to have been flustered for a moment. He tried to hide it by focusing his gaze on the paper bag in front of him as he opened it to grab its content. “You make it so easy for me to make innuendos, but I’ll let you have your wholesome moment.”

Nudging his knee with mine, I huffed and started checking all the food he had bought. While doing so, he continued talking, getting my attention by bumping his foot against mine. “I think there’s still something you need to tell me,” He started, earning a panicked look from me while I slowly put the food down, gulping. “Do I? I mean, fire way,”

Delicately, he leaned on his hand, resting his elbow on the table, and grinned. “What do my hands tell you about me?” I never sighed so loudly, hoping he had dropped the topic. But he seemed keen on knowing that, or maybe simply tease me for saying I preferred hands. “First things first, you gotta stop teasing me about the hands- You said neck! And maybe it was a bit hot, but also threatening, you gave it a thought and a deep one at that.” When I was done, I placed my hand, palm up, on the table and made a grabbing motion. “Come on, give me your hand, let me take a look.”

When he did, I realized how big his hands were but also how slender his fingers were. I could see it without needing them so close, but now that I took a good look… The thought of wearing it as a necklace crossed my mind, I ignored it. I then started observing his hand, turning it delicately in mine, brushing my thumb over some spots. “You have a little bump on your ring finger, so you either write a lot or draw,” I hummed a moment, “Your nails are probably cut so short for practicality, since you probably have to wear gloves and stuff…”

“The tattoos, they confuse me. Maybe you were a bit of a rebel when you were younger, because clearly they’re not professional-“ I looked up at him with an apologetic look, hoping I hadn’t offended him, “But it’s pretty! I’m not judging, just-“ He huffed a laugh and tried to grab my hand gently, only for me to keep holding it as if it was the most precious thing I had seen. “I was indeed very shitty when I was younger.”

Grinning mischievously, I jabbed, “Because that has changed? You still seem like a little shit to me,” Then I breathed out with a smile, “I’m not done though, your hands are slightly calloused but not a lot, so maybe you go to the gym or one of your hobby is more manual?” It was a rhetorical question, but he hummed to tell me to continue. I ate a bit and continued, “Also they are some very faint tan lines on your fingers…” Seemingly amazed, a smile drew itself on the corner of my mouth, “Do you wear rings? I mean, it’s faint, I can barely see it so maybe I’m wrong-“

“I can’t really wear them when I work, but yes. Sometimes I do wear them, I believe you also noticed I wore earrings. Couldn’t get your eyes off those last night, could you?” It was my cue to let go of his hand and fully face the food in front of me instead of the beautiful, arrogant, man next to me. It made him laugh when I groaned and told him to eat in peace. Showing me his empty paper bag, he said, “I’m done, you’re the one who’s been distracted, dear.”

“Right, then if you’re done, let me eat.” Glancing his way, he was staring right back at me with a smug smile, I made it my sole goal to avoid his gaze but after a moment he spoke up, “If you’re into me, you’ll have to look at me more than that, you know.” I almost choked on my food as I turned my head slowly towards him, “If you’re going to use everything I say, against me…” I trailed off and smirked, but rapidly discontinued my idea, “I was going to flirt back and say your name, you know… because you’ll use it against me and- but! I’m genuinely too tired for that- You know you’re exhausting?”

He threw his head back and let out the prettiest laugh I’ve ever heard, while running his hands through his hair. “You really do say whatever crosses your mind, it’s endearing.” He grinned and crossed his arms over the table leaning forward, this time. It was like he was emphasizing that he was listening intently. “I’ll stop flirting for today if you’d like, do tell me more about yourself,” he then said my name in a low tone.

“You start, I’m still eating Law- I thought you cared about my health and here you are, distracting me.” My tone was falsely dramatic, yet Law seemed taken aback, if not embarrassed, for a second. His gaze fleeting to the side before he leaned back on his chair and crossed his legs. “What would you like to know?” He grumbled, a hand moving to fidget with his earring, but since he wasn’t wearing any, he moved it back to his chest.

“Well… you said you were a little shit when you were younger so… How does one go from troublemaker to doctor?” I resumed eating after asking him, there was a clear change in his attitude. His relaxed demeanor seemed to have suddenly tensed, but he hid it and huffed a laugh. “I studied. You know it does require a lot of years to become a doctor-“ he stopped mid-way through his sentence when he saw the look I was giving him. A deadpanned look, to tell him to not fuck around, I knew full well the number of years it took, and that was not my question.

Sucking his teeth in, he sighed. “It’s not a fun story, but I’ll tell you about it one day,“ Interrupting him, I apologized, “Sorry, then how about I go entirely off topic? Here,” Pushing the paper bags away from me, I smiled at him kindly, “What’s your favourite book genre? If you read any, that is,” An almost-shy laugh escaped his lips and just like that he started talking about a certain comic series he was fan of. I listened intently as he passionately talked about, I would sometimes interrupt him to ask a few questions when I’d get confused and he’d clear things up.

He had the most adorable look on his face the more he talked about it, almost like it was the first time someone let him rant about it. After a moment, we started talking about other things we each liked when we were younger. I learnt that he wanted to become a doctor since he was very young. He did not elaborate on the topic much, except that he would always try to sneak inside his parents’ consultation room to see what was going on.

It’s only after a few attempts that his dad chose to give him books to read and focus on, instead of putting all his energy into trying to break inside the consultation room. That’s when little Law found his interest in medicine, at least part of it. There was an untold reason he had yet to share, but I was not going to prod. “You were pretty determined; I’d even say you were cute, but you were probably a demon.” Was what I said to him when he mentioned that short story.

As if on cue, he smirked and started, “I am still pretty determined, I always get what I want,“ I completely ignored is start at a flirtatious exchange and said, “Good, then work for it, I think we were having a very nice conversation here, my turn to talk about my past ok?” Then I resumed after he said to go on, and that he was very intrigued on what kind of kid I was.

I told him the reason why I chose the studies I did, even mentioned my family, how I was raised and what I wanted to become when I was a child. Since it was only the first ‘date’ I had with the man, and maybe I was getting ahead of myself, I tried to keep off the more serious topics: the ones that needed more trust before being shared. The conversation still went on smoothly.

I always liked listening to people’s story, so it felt weird when this time someone was listening to mine with as much interest as I did. When he kept asking questions, not nosy ones, or giving short but nice comments, I’d stutter. I’d feel my pulse quicken every time but ignored it. After all, he wasn’t going anything special, he was simply… invested.

“Oh, I forgot the most important question, pardner. Are you ready?” He nodded, smiling behind the hand on which he was resting his chin. “It’ll say a lot about who you are, don’t know if you’re ready to bare yourself like that yet-“ “Just ask the question, I won’t answer if I don’t want to.”

Placing my hands in front of me in a faux-defensive manner, perhaps even in a calming manner, I whispered “Easy there, cowboy” to which, Law rolled his eyes, asking me wordlessly to go on.

“Right, do you have any pets?”

There was a silence. He moved his hands from his lips to his cheeks, his eyes riveted on mine, not looking away. “That’s your one-million-dollar question?” He breathed out, his smile betraying his annoyance that was but an act. I started arguing on how having pets, or not, depending on the situation could say a lot about the person. “We usually have a cat here, but she’s always away. Or in Robin’s room, we called her Vagabonde.”

Straightening himself on the chair, he pulled out his phone, careful not to show me his screen and started scrolling on it, while talking. “I do have a dog, his name is Bepo. And before you ask, I know I don’t have that much free time, so I let him stay with my neighbor who’s basically in love with him.” When he found the picture he wanted, he showed it to me, and there it was on the screen, a big white fluffy Samoyed. I couldn’t help but notice the most adorable smile on his face before he turned the screen around, he stared at the screen a bit longer before locking his phone. The man was clearly in love with his dog, and it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

“He’s very energetic, and he sleeps with me. Since my neighbor has trouble sleeping, she does not mind when I come get him late. I pay her for it, even though she says she’d do it for free. What does it say about me?” Right when I was about to reply, the alarm on his phone went off, it was time for him to go. He helped me clean everything up in a hurry, then we made our way to the door.

We both stopped at the entrance, perhaps wanting to say something more but not knowing what. I took the leap, and poked his arm, “I think it says that you’re a lot less intimidating, you like cute things, and I can’t wait for Thursday. I would also love to meet Bepo, maybe take a nap with him-“ I grinned widely when he frowned, laughing at his almost offended reaction, and continued, “and you, since clearly I won’t be able to separate the both of you.”

He did not reply for a few second, then he smiled. “You’re right, I do love cute things. I can’t help but try to get them for myself,” The tension that had disappeared while talking about our lives, had suddenly return, I could hear my blood pumping in my ears. Law raised his hand to rest it on my jaw as he gazed down at me with the faintest smile, I did not know what to do. This was supposed to be a quick fuck with a pretty boy, but he clearly had charms and I couldn’t untangle myself from the effects he had on me.

It’s when his nose brushed against mine that I realized how close he was, and where this was going. Our lips where ghosting over one another, I could almost feel his hair, brushing against my chin. I wanted to pull him close and finally break the tension that had installed between us. But when I was about to kiss him, he pulled back just enough so that our lips couldn’t meet and breathed, “See you on Thursday then.” Then he pressed a light kiss on my cheek before turning around and waving at me.

I stood there, stunned. This asshole knew what he was doing, and he was having too much fun with it. But that moment made it clear I was not the only one interested, and it was like a win for me. At least I knew he’d keep is promises of a good fuck on Thursday, seeing how much he was into me.

Shaking the daydreaming away, I got back inside and waited until he was downstairs to unlock the door with the intercom. When I saw his car drive away on the small screen, I let out a sigh of relief and moved back to my room where I slumped on my bed, exhausted. “Thursday can’t come any faster.” Rolling on my back, I grabbed my phone and considered sending a text to Law. But would I even say? ‘Nice kiss attempt, left me wanting more’? ‘Damn, you got me horny with just that, can’t wait to see what them hands do, cowboy’?

Cringing, I opted not to text him. The man was probably busy, I hardly think doctors only fill in paperwork every day. Running my hands over my face, I groaned into my palms before sitting back up. “Sure, he’s hot, but maybe he’s not a good fuck.” I hummed in agreement with myself, “I did not have any feedback about his feats, maybe he’s single because he sucks.” I nodded to myself again, before remembering he told me he did fuck. A lot. I let myself fall back on the bed, closing my eyes as I pondered longer.

I did not know where the date would take place, but as I gave it a deeper thought, I also started thinking more and more of what we’d do once we’d get to his place. I remembered he said we’d have to make a detour by his place anyway because he’d have to get changed… But he seemed like he had plans for us. Or maybe we’d just…

Arrive at his place, it’d look minimalistic, he clearly was not one for sentimental stuff. He’d tell me to wait as he’d get changed in his room, leaving it ajar so that I could catch a glimpse of his body. He wouldn’t be in scrubs; those were taken way before leaving the hospital but… I like the idea of him wearing one anyway, it reminded me of HandSurgeon and for some reason it got me going.

As he’d take off his shirt, he’d look over his shoulder and smile smugly at me, before asking if I was enjoying the show. If I were bold enough, I’d tell him I’d rather join the show to which he’d grin and tell me to join him. A heated make out session would ensue, then I’d push him to the bed, straddle his lap and unbuckle his belt.

“I think we should keep it close by, for later use,” He said, mentioning the belt, before gripping me tightly under the thighs and flipping me around so that he was on top. Once there, he slid his hands from my side to my arms, that he lifted over my head before leaning over, a toothy grin on his lips. “You’re not even fighting it, so obedient.” His lithe fingers wrapped themselves around my wrists caressing them gently, then he reached behind me towards the bed headboard, and I heard a metallic sound. Suddenly, I was restrained. Around my wrists, comfortable, leather handcuffs, tied to the bed headboard by lengthy chains.

“Belts aren’t the best restraints, but I am prepared…” He gripped his belt tightly, twisting it in his hands. “It’s however a great whip,” I was startled when the leather touched my stomach, my shirt had been removed, somehow, at some point. Law was now wearing black latex gloves, his sleeves rolled up while he was still fully dressed. I thought he had taken his shirt off earlier but… “Don’t start thinking, enjoy it. That’s what you want, right? To give up control, let yourself get loose,” I think I nodded.

He let the belt travel all over my body, I was only in my undergarments. And he was taking his time to make sure to touch each and every inch of my body. Like a predator observing its pray, he was walking around the bed at a slow pace, the leather belt grazing my skin ever so lightly. But it was enough to make me want more, it was enough to make me contract my muscles in apprehension when he’d raised the belt. I did not know if he was going to strike, I don’t know what mood he was in, but I liked the thrill. “Look at you, all spread up and ready, quiet…”

His gloved hand was now gripping my chin tightly, forcing me look up at him. “You’ve been tamed so well, you’re not talking until told to.” He breathed against my lips. I felt one of his hand traveled from my chest to between my legs, under my underwear and slowly, he pressed a finger against my clit. Then between my lower lips, only teasing my hole. Over and over again. Surprised, I only gasped and tried to look at him, but he moved to murmur right next to my ear, “But I think I want to hear you, loud and clear. Why don’t you be a good girl, and stop holding back, mmm?” I let out a breath I did not know I was holding and started panting.

The nerves, the anticipation, the excitement, all of it was let out through shaky breathing as he’d touch me then-

Startling awake, I heard my phone ring and scrambled to my senses, trying to find it. I heard a thud at my feet and bent over to look what it was, only to realize it was my phone. Quickly grabbing it, I picked it up and put it to my ear. “Yep?”

“So, how was your date with Law?” I heard Robin ask, I could also hear the grin on her face.

“I don’t know if I should thank you or curse you, Rob. But for now… it was nice, I liked it… Although it was odd to see him on my campus at first, still is a bit weird when I think about it but, you know, it’s the thought that matters, right?”

Giggling, the black-haired woman on the other end of the line could be heard shooing someone away before answering, “Well, he did have to fight Nami. She was very much against the idea, but he said he wanted to make you feel comfortable for Thursday. So that it’s not a stressful first date, you know?”

So, he did give it a thought, the fact that I was studying only gave him the opportunity to come by. I wonder what his excuse would have been if I hadn’t been studying the entire day. Focusing back on the conversation, I gave Robin more details of what happened. I considered not telling her about the almost kiss, but she was clearly in for the gossip. So, I told her, except I didn’t tell her I wish more would have happened. How I still wondered what his lips would feel like against mine, and how I’m curious of how they’d feel against my skin, barely grazing it, his stubble following each delicate touch. The latter being something I’d hopefully find out on Thursday.

When everything had been said, and she had told me about her day, we hung up and I was left with the remnant of my hot dream.

I stared at nothing for a moment, considering my options. I could work on some assignments, I could distract myself, or I could… Open discord and see if HandSurgeon was busy. Not for something too exhausting, no, but for a little bit of fun.

So, I did.

Edelweiss: fun game to suggest

Edelweiss: no one around me, but still, you get a picture of me

Edelweiss: you don’t have to send anything… although I wouldn’t mind much

Edelweiss: then, fun times?

Edelweiss: I’m bored and I don’t know… maybe we could do something

Drumming my fingers on the back of my phone, smacking my lips a few times. I can’t believe I was growing impatient for such thing.

Minutes passed, I started bouncing my leg with anticipation, forcing myself to not send more messages in case he was busy. I remembered he had said he’d be more busy this week, but I did not know his schedule, maybe he was free now.

I felt my phone vibrate in my hand and saw a message on discord. I opened the app excitedly,

HandSurgeon: I have to get going, I’ll be off for a few hours. Then, odds are that I’ll pass out when I get home, I’m sorry dear.

HandSurgeon: But, I am not refusing pictures of my girl. If that’s what you’re suggesting. If you are, I’ll give you a few instructions on how to take them.

Edelweiss: I am suggesting that yes… I have a mirror…

HandSurgeon: You’ve read my mind. On your knees in front of it, naked. One with legs spread, the other not. Don’t be shy and grab your breasts as you do so, feeling yourself as you’re doing a private photoshoot just for me. Your hand traveling down, caressing your stomach to stop just between your legs.

HandSurgeon: Your free hand gripping your beautifully stricken thighs, remembering how much of a disobedient girl you’ve been last night. How much you’ve learnt since, how good you’ll be for me.

HandSurgeon: So good you won’t touch yourself until I’m back and free to take care of you. And if I’m not back before Wednesday… well then, that someone better fuck you better than I can make you feel even though I’m not with you.

HandSurgeon: And if you don’t fuck by then, no touching.

HandSurgeon: Be good for me Edelweiss, see you. Let your creativity run wild.

Edelweiss: Yes sir, see you then.

Closing the app, I saw my reflection in the, now, locked screen. It’s only then that I realized I was slightly pouting. I made a weird face and quickly got out of bed then took a good look at the long mirror next to my desk. “Well, it shows too much personal shit, I’ll have to move it.” I mumbled before rolling up my sleeves and using my strength the best I could I moving it to the side of my bed. The reflective part was facing my window, so I closed the blinds, and it was neutral enough to not give any information about me.

“Can’t believe I’m doing this,” I panted, while coming back from the bathroom with a cleaning spray, “If I’m going to send proper nudes, I ain’t sending them with a dirty mirror…” I grumbled, tiring myself already from the wild movements I did to really get the glass clean. The squeaky sound of the towel against the glass was all that I could hear, along by long breathing as I thoroughly scrubbed it.

Once it was done, and I was settled, naked in front of it, I felt a shiver ran down my spine. Being in this position and being able to see how I look… I felt utterly exposed, which made sense considering I was naked. But the idea that I was doing all of this, just for that stranger, it felt odd. I liked that feeling, but was I allowed to feel that pride, that joy, from making myself pretty for a stranger? Was that objectification? Huffing, I told myself that I didn’t care because I liked feeling god. I did follow his instructions and took the picture how he had asked, but then I took some liberties.

I found one of my favourite sexy outfit and put it on, making sure it highlighted my assets.

Giving myself a once over in the lengthy mirror, I made a thinking face. Since Law teased me earlier, I could perhaps tease him back? Show him what he’d get Thursday, what he’d have to wait for. But then again, was I willing to be the first one to send a text after the coffee date? And have that first text to be a daring picture of me?

Licking my lips, I pondered a bit longer. Then thought I could make it just enough to have him want more. I moved to my desk and leaned against it, my butt resting on it. I then angled the phone to show my face where I gave my best flirtatious smile, the outfit I was wearing showed off my cleavage and my neck, so I made sure he could see the latter clearly, knowing he liked it.

Taking the picture, I hesitated upon seeing the final result. The boldness I got from sending HandSurgeon naked pictures was starting to fade. I had to act fast if I didn’t want to chicken out, so I sent it to Law quickly, that way I couldn’t go back. It was followed by a message.

You: Thursday, right? Not that your opinion matters, but how does this outfit sound for that research?

I made a face at that text. “I wish I could take it back, it’s so bad, god it’s so bad.” I looked away and sighed, then looked back at my phone and sighed louder, and looked away again, “I’ll just leave it at that, I’ll put the phone down and wait for an answer. Yeah, yeah…”

Having convinced myself to relax, I managed to not touch my phone for the rest of the evening. I did spend that evening working on some stuff, since there was no distraction to steer me away from actually getting shit done and ended up being productive.

Since both the men I had started talking to recently were busy, and my friends away, I had the most boring night.

I had forgotten about the text I had sent by submerging myself with work, but when all was done and I was alone in my bed with my thoughts, I remembered and cringed. When I checked if I had any reply, and saw nothing, I felt a knot form itself in my stomach but tried to rationalize. ‘It’s ok, it’s alright, he’s probably still at work, maybe he fell asleep, we’ll see tomorrow’ Was my last thought before falling asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, the knot only tightened, and I felt more anxious than ever. Once again, I thought maybe I shouldn’t have done that.

[Part 7]

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soranihimawari · 4 years ago

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day 1: shenanigans

foxes den shenanigan (1)

summary: snippets into the slice of life of being one of the few young women who interact with the inarizaki volleyball club. every member is all tough on the outside until they meet kira, yn: the one who had been neighbors with the miya twins all her life. her best friend, nakiri-chan, is convinced at least once in their life all three of them (osamu, kira, and atsumu) had loved each other. this mini series is a going to be a little reflective, a little dramatic, and overall deals with themes of growing up to learn the difference of love.

genre: slice of life/ angsty-teen love/ rated pg-15+ for language and juxtopostional humour.

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-------[Inarazaki High School, 11:47 a.m.]-------

“you can’t be serious,” my best friend’s voice of disbelief tells me. we were on lunch break when we decided to head to the vending machines by the gym. there were various students talking amongst themselves buzzing with excitement for the annual art festival.

“oh, but i am,” i said. i took a deep breath when i gripped her shoulders. upon my exhale i nodded.

“b-but your class representative said your homeroom was putting together a maid cafe all because she found out you know how to bake?”

“i blame the last bake sale my cooking club did to raise funds for a new mixer. all the members of the boys’ volleyball team bought a bag of my ‘cosmic star’ cookies.“

“i see. well, it can’t be all that bad, right? if you’re going to be the one coming up with the menu and the baked treats, you don’t really have to wear the maid outfit.”

i hum in response when i place my bill into the machine. the vending machine rumbles before dropping my can of mango nectar. once she buys her drink, she and i head back to our class on the third floor; before we separate, she wishes me luck with coming up with the menu.

“so, what did you have in mind kira-chan?”

“macaroons and maybe tarts. i don’t know what kind yet though. i’ll see ya after classes are over so we can walk home together. later nakiri-san!”

***

the day of the festival approached even faster than you had thought. after many attempts at making various macaroon flavors and tart ideas that paired well with the boba-styled drinks being served, me and the other bakery/cafe volunteers were ready for business. the other students in your class were divided between servers and baristas. the girls and boys who were selected as the maids and butlers were thankfully the only ones that had to wear the full garb. since it was the day before the festival, i decided to do a sampling of the sweets i chose to make for the servers and baristas so they can help our prospective customers tomorrow with describing the menu items. my fellow classmates, the team of five standing next to me (our bakers team consisted of six), were able to try out their own treats and thanked me for showing them how to make the treats. aside from macaroons and cookies, we collectively added two parfait flavors: one was strawberry themed for our school colors and the other was themed around sunset colors.

before the meeting was adjourned, i breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the news from our class rep up until she mentioned something about the bakery staff wearing cat ears and other nicknacks of cafe worker approved jewelry. when i got home that evening, i screamed into my pillow to relieve some excess stress over the maid cafe.

i immediately called my neighbor and although i wasn’t expecting him to answer the phone, i felt relief wash over me when i heard his normal greeting on the other end:

“miya residence and no, atsumu isn’t the better twin.”

i chuckled at his statement. after years of living next door to them, i can only say that miya osamu was right (also, he was the first person to express the same level of joy in cooking for others). he immediately cleared his throat when he heard me laugh.

“ahem. oh, hey kira-san. what’s up?”

i am not surprised i heard a short lived scuffle in the background as well as atsumums “ack!” in the background followed by a soft thud that only chucking a pillow could have made.

“osamu? it’s me. say, do you still have the cat ear hair clips from last halloween?”

***

the festival was in full swing: streamers lined the hallways as the people visiting came to enjoy what our school had to offer. i heard from nakiri that her class voted on doing a paint by numbers mural. other classes in our year were doing their renditions of living portraits and face painting. apparently, my class along with our neighbors across the hall divided up the cafeteria to encompass both a savory restaurant booth along with our class’ maid cafe.

i was busy with the other members of my team making sure orders were being ran on time while placing the finishing touches for the treats on the tray. even though i was allowed to wear my pistaschio green chef coat, i couldn’t get away with just wearing a macaroon earrings. to push my bangs back, i had a pair of cat ears clipped into my hair.

“shift change kira-san!” my class rep’s voice said in an exuberant manner. she was in charge of patrolling the hallway trying to gather more guests to come into our side of the cafeteria. business was steady to say the least, but i recalled i had signed up to take over the advertising part once hers was over.

“ok! can you give me a few minutes? i need to fix my make up real quick.”

elsewhere, the members of the inarizaki volleyball team were seen wandering around campus enjoying the festival. the twins along with suna had long sinced branched off and found nakiri’s class.

“hey guys! come to paint?” she offered them a sponge brush and a little to-go container.

“isn’t kira-chan supposed to be with you?” osamu asked perplexed i wasn’t near by.

“yeah, aren’t you two joined at the hip?” his brother chimed in. nakiri rolled her eyes at the blond before shaking her head.

“oh? you didn’t hear?” nakiri asked slightly taken aback by his question.

right at that moment, nakiri pointed behind the boys toward where i was standing speaking with over festival goers who were looking at the menu for my class’ cafe. i had a smile on my face when the guests mentioned they’d absolutely stopped by for a refreshing treat. when they waved their good bye to me, i was suddenly greeted by a different family who asked what i would recommend for their five year old (while they would opt for teas, their child really wanted something sweet). after asking a few questions (are they allergic to anything? does their child prefer strawberries or oranges? etc), i pointed out our strawberry parfait as a great option for them to all share.

“i heard one class chose to do a dessert cafe, but i didn’t think it would be a maid cafe,” rintarou stated flatly. he took the paint and the brush from nakiri before stepping inside to paint his section of the mural. on the other hand, the blond twin elbowed his brother. there was a teasing glint in his eyes.

“kira-san looks really cute, doesn’t she ‘samu?”

nakiri caught on to how pink the gray haired twin’s cheek became when his brother teased him. for the life of him, osamu couldn’t help but wonder why his neighbor called him asking to borrow the cat ear clips the night prior and now it was all making sense.

“shut it atsumu.”

“hmm,” nakiri hummed. she tapped her index finger on her lips in thought. “my shift is almost over for the hour, so why don’t we all go visit the cafe, yeah?”

***

“oh my god!”

my class rep burst through the kitchen doors again when my shift was over causing me to almost drop the parfait in my hands. i had successfully placed the dessert on the tray. one of the front of house staff members gripped her shoulders to calm her down a bit. thankfully, none of the ingrients toppled over, but we did lose a cookie straw in the process.

“breathe class rep,” i saidx. i was trying really hard to not laugh at her panicked expresion. “what’s going on?”

“h-hot miya twins outside.”

that was all i needed to hear before i pinched the bridge of my nose before cursing my best friend and her family nine generations back for slipping out my secret assignment for the festival.

seeing my neighbors through the window of the kitchen swing doors was honestly the last thing i needed today, but of course we couldn’t always win the fortune of the gods. mumbling a quick, ‘the gods are testing me again,’ caused one of the cooks to snicker. to be fair, i could live without the thought of hearing atsumu’s teasing jokes or osamu’s sass, but alas, i did not win fortune’s favor that hour. also, this was the last outfit they’d expect to see me in because half of the volleyball team had tried (keyword:tried) to get me into a maid outfit for y e a r s. that campaign stopped as soon as shinsuke became captain.

“they’re asking for you to serve them too,” the front of house manager said when he walked into the kitchen shortly thereafter. i was having a good day up until this turn of events, and although it took every fiber of my being to not kill those two, i realized i should handle this in an appropriate manner. i mentioned i’ll handle it relinquishing my duties to my second.

when i walked outside, i noticed that not only were my twin neighbors outside, they also sent a text to their entire team asking to visit the cafe area. i calmly turn my lips upward in a saccharine smile as i approached their table. it’s the same familiar smile which caused atsumu and osamu’s blood to run cold; they knew i was pissed as soon as i let the spirit of customer service take over my body.

“welcome to the foxes’ den masters,” i greeted them with a bow. “how may i be of service?”

atsumu’s eyes bounced back and forth between me and his brother who seemed to have found the parfaits description very interesting.

“can i order something off the menu?” atsumu asked in a teasing way. if looks could kill, i’d sent the setter back home with a killer bruise on his shoulder, yet I remember how violence is frowned upon at a festival.

seeing as i did not object to his question when i replied with, “if it is your wish master.”

“can i buy an hour of your time from ya for my dearest younger brother?”

i blinked caught off guard by his forwardness on his twin’s behalf. all of our patrons had ceased speaking to other members of their parties after hearing his proposal. where was a pillow when i needed to scream into one? all color drained from osamu’s face. nakiri looked just as shocked as i was mouthing a ‘sorry’ toward me; she gave me an encouraging smile. (it’s been four years since both of the miya siblings gifted me friendship chocolates on white day as an apology for poking fun at my wacky homemade candies. my parental figure thought it would have been nice to make some for the neighbors’ twins in middle school.)

my smile disappeared while i pondered my answer to the setter’s eager eyes. to spare both osamu and i further embarrassment, I spoke the first thing that came to my mind:

“if that is what your brother wishes, young master, then he should ask me himself,” i said kindly.

this caught osamu’s attention real quick; his eyes snapped up at me with a curious stare. suna had his phone out obviously documenting the whole thing. i tilt my head to the side and posed my hands under my chin prentending to think before i shrugged.

“he should also know that my shift ends at five-thirty and he should meet me here if he doesn’t mind walking me home. now, if you’ll excuse me, i have to garnish table seven’s parfaits.”

the murmurs of conversations began up again once i bowed and took my leave back into the kitchen. the last thing i heard was nakiri laughing as atsumu exclaimed that they were seated at the table i mentioned and osamu claiming that he’d kill his brother for fourth time that day.

“i’ll have you know that i could have asked her at any time right?” osamu seethed. “i don’t need you to line up dates for me.”

“yeah, yeah. you hate me, i hate you. we punch each other a little, and then you get to date kira since you’re clearly not going to do anything about this one sided love you think you two have,” atsumu said before resting his chin on his hand. suna caught what atsumu said all on the video he was recording, including nikiri’s stunned face.

“woah, back the fun bus up. seriously?!” she asked. “no wonder kira had been acting a bit more strictly with her recipes lately. look at the little drawings on the menu.”

she was quick to point out the little drawings of the chibi macaroons (“one was blueberry the other was mango orange, a silent reference to you three’s friendship,” she briefly explained) the design team made and colored.

“must be true, look at how red his cheeks are becoming & i don’t think that’s because of anger,” suna replied.

“c‘ mon, let’s go.” atsumu suggests, rising from the table. “i suddenly recall having passed by the boardwalk games section. osamu, you stay here and tell me what i should order.”

—to be continued—

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ubernoxa · 5 years ago

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The Groupie: A Guns N’ Roses FanFic

Chapter 2: Treason

There were three simple rules about being a groupie:

1. The sex means nothing. It’s all physical.

2. The longer you are with the band the more power you get. It’s like high school, but instead of books, there are drugs. Lots and lots of drugs.

3. Never fuck a guy from another band. It’s treason if anyone finds out.

Celi dried her hair with the towel that was laid out on the small sink. She wondered if he had placed it there for her. Her heart fluttered a little at the thought of him thinking about her. None of the guys in the last band gave two shits about her when they didn’t want to have sex. She made sure to shut down any of those thoughts. She was a groupie. This wasn’t just some guy she met, this was Izzy Stradlin of Guns N’ Roses. He was a rockstar, and she was nothing.

She took a deep breath and the warm air filled her lungs. To say that the warm shower was a god send was an understatement.

“Nah man she probably left by now,” that was Izzy’s voice. She recognized it immediately.

Fuck.

Part of her was hoping that she would be able to sneak out before he came back.

“Wanna bet,” she heard a cocky voice ask.

Fuck.

She spun around the room looking for her bag.

Fuck.

“Axl, that’s not your shit. Stop going through it,” as the unrecognizable voice spoke Celi know exactly where her bag was.

She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. Her hair was flat and soaked. Her face was naked of any makeup. Presentable was probably the last work she would use to describe herself.

“Why do chick’s need so much shit?” That’s when she heard her can of hairspray hit the concrete floor she sighed in frustration.

She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror, what would Morgi do?

She tightened the towel that was wrapped around her and walked into the small room.

“Didn’t your mothers teach you to not touch other people’s shit,” she said as she glared at the red head, Axl, and a man with huge curl hair, Slash. She had seen them on magazines countless times, and it was weird seeing them in person.

“Didn’t your mom teach you to not leave your shit out in the open?” Axl quickly rebutted.

Celi looked at her bag, or at least what was left in it. Her eyeshadow pallets, foundation, eyeliner and lipstick were scatter across the ground. She frowned as she saw a pink powder spilled all over the floor, that was her favorite blush.

“The door was locked,” Celi held her towel tightly as she spoke.

“And yet here we are. It’s called an all access backstage pass. They will unlock any door for us,” Slash joked. Celi side eyed him as he spoke.

“To answer your first question, the reason chicks have so much shit is because the painted faces y’all see every day isn’t real,” Celi sarcastically stated.

She kneeled down, being careful to collect her things that fell out of her bag, no thanks to Axl and Slash.

“I’ll clean up my the blush later,” Celi then slowly stood up and then tried to pick up her bag. She cursed under her breath as her towel slipped a little.

“Here,” Izzy stood above her and held her bag.

Celi offered him a small smile receiving one in return.

As he followed her to the bathroom she wondered why he originally invited her here. Was it because he was being generous or did he want more. He knew she was a groupie, the question was when would he make his move.

“Thanks for helping me. I almost dropped my towel on accident,” she would have yelled at him for dropping her bag, but she was silenced when he pushed her towards the bathroom wall and began to kiss her. She felt the towel fall as she dug her hands into his hair.

She let out a little moan just for him, but they were quickly interrupted by commotion in the other room.

“Izzy time to get the fuck on stage. You can fuck your groupie later,” Axl’s voice shot through the bathroom.

Deli’s heart sank as he pulled away and left the bathroom.

She didn’t just fuck up she majorly fucked up.

If any of the other Hemper’s groupies found out they would immediately tell the band. Even though she didn’t have sex, it is pretty easy to read between the lines. Why would they rat her out? Because they want to look loyal to the band or impress the bitch that hated her guts. She could already hear them kicking her out. She could hear them calling her a whore and telling her to never come back. There was no way Morgi could help her now.

Celi was pulled from her thoughts when she saw the bathroom door open again. Oh great, it was probably security ready to throw her naked ass out.

Instead of security, Izzy popped out from behind the window and tossed a purple button down with a deep V her way.

“Wait for me after the show, and I recommend grabbing all your shit. You’re staying with us a while,” She looked at the purple button down that reeked of alcohol.

“What, so you think that since you gave me a cold shower and your dirty shirt that I’m just your groupie now?”

Izzy caught Celi off guard by laughing. “You’re hot I’ll give you that. I’ve never fucked a girl with red hair before, but if you want to go back to your dying band with freezing cold showers be my guest. I won’t give a shit,” Celi was baffled at how simple he spoke.

She tried to find a reply, but couldn’t. There was nothing she could say, and she wasn’t going to admit to him that he was right. The Hempers weren’t going anywhere from here on out, and unless she wanted to start all over with an unknown band again, this was her only option.

“That’s what I thought. Guitar lessons start tomorrow if you’re still around and not a fucking idiot,” he yelled as he was leaving.

—————-

Celi sat on a rest stop bench chatting with another girl, who Celi believe was a groupie as well, named Kim. She was only a couple years older than her but had thousands of stories about what bands she had been with and all of the stories that came with her many adventures.

Kim remembered seeing Celi for the first time the night before. Celi had two very noticeable features, the first was her fiery mane that made Axl’s hair look more blonde than red, and the second was her ability to know when to shut up.

When Izzy saw Celi walk into the room, his eyes went immediately to her. It took Kim a couple seconds but she recognized the shirt Celi wore tied up kinda creating a crop top. It was his. The whole night she didn’t cause any trouble, laughed when appropriate and made sure his drink was never empty. It was like she went to some 1800s wife training class, but instead of wifey lessons, she was taught how to be a groupie.

“So who taught you how to do this? There is no one is this good when they are as young as you. You’re what? 20?

“19, and I leaned from a friend. She had been a groupie for a couple more years than me, and when I first joined the groupie scene we clicked. She took me under her wing and never asked for anything in return,” Kim quickly changed topics as she noticed Celi her sad. Celi’s heart sunk at the thought of Morgi. She abandoned her.

If felt good to sit on a bench outside and not in the tight, boiling hot van. The breeze was very much a welcomed friend.

“Don’t look, but Izzy is staring at you again,” Kim said before pulling out a pack of smokes, and offering one to Celi who quickly took one.

“You ready for your lessons?” Izzy mindlessly played with Celi’s hair as she spoke once he made it over to the pair.

“Yeah,” Celi quickly put out her cigarette and walked followed him.

“So I gotta ask, how hot is the van?” His voice was almost monotone when he spoke.

“Let’s just say, I was probably a little too excited when we stopped for a pit stop,” Celi offered a warm smile to Izzy who offered a soft chuckle.

“Hey, laugh all you want, but you get this tour bus while I was stuck between Terise and an AMP that was a much better pillow than I expected it to be,” Celi admitted to herself before following Izzy onto the bus.

“I’m just saying that if you bring a chick back to the van and fuck her on one of the seats, you should have to fucking clean up after yourself,” Celi was met with yelling as she followed Izzy into the tour bus.

“Axl clean it up, no one cares if you are the damn frontman or not,” Izzy added time the yelling.

“Wait here, I’ll grab some guitars,” he said to Celi as she sat down on a seat that was not full of Axl’s mess.

“Hey, who are you,” Celi perked her head up as two blondes walked onto the buss, Duff and Steven. For some reason she expected Steven to be taller.

“Celi,” she simply answered leaning back into her seat.

A flash of recognition shot across their faces, “Ohh ok, now I remember. Your the shower chick right?” Steven asked sitting down across from Celi as Duff went to the back of the bus.

“Well...yeah....I guess there are worst things to be know for,” Celi let out a chuckle as she spoke. She quickly remembered one of Morgi’s stories about a guy who known to have poor performance in bed. His name was Richard and used to go by Rick. Once word spread, everyone called him slippery dick.

“Like what?” Steven leaned forward almost whispering.

“Hmm..I don’t know...how about that guy who goes through people’s bags and spills everything all over the floor,” Celi couldn’t hide the smirk that formed on her face. Last night she made sure to be on her best behavior to get Izzy to like her. This morning though, was an entirely different story. Half the band was already shitting on Axl, so she thought why not join in on the fun.

“Have you heard of this philosophy of keeping your shit on you so no one goes through it?” Axl stoped his cleaning and glared at Celi as he spoke.

“Aren’t you supposed to be cleaning?” She asked Axl who immediately cussed under his breath. If she was in here with anyone else, he would have kicked her out. The problem was that she wasn’t here with anyone else’s, she was here with Izzy.

“Hey Izzy, I like this girl,” Steven shouted across the bus as he saw Izzy coming back with two guitars.

“You play guitar?” Celi wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement that came out of Steven’s mouth.

“I’m teaching her,” Izzy replied before Celi had a chance to say anything.

“White or black,” he showed Celi the two guitars and she pointed at the white one.

Izzy watched as she placed the guitar strap around her and gazed down it. That is when she realized that this was most likely the nicest guitar she had ever held. Also, the most expensive guitar.

“Looks good,” Izzy commented earning a smile from Celi.

“Shall we pick off from where we were?” Izzy asked earning a nod from Celi.

Celi quickly lost time as he went through and taught her his part. He was an amazing teacher, she thought to herself. He was incredibly patient with her fingers getting tongue tied and unable to hit the right notes.

“Try this,” he showed Celi a quick true I to hit the notes, but she just couldn’t get it.

“Sorry,” she muttered. God that was embarrassing, she felt humiliated as the entire band heard her mess up over and over and over again.

“No need to appologize to me, it’s my band you need to worry about,” he sent her a soft smile and motioned for her to sit in front of him.

She sat in front of him and felt him move all of her hair over to her right side, so her hair was no longer in his face.

“So what you’re going to want to do is,” She couldn’t move as she watched him play. She was trapped, but that wasn’t a bad thing.

“Alright boy we’re heading out, all good to go?” An older man said as he hopped on their bus.

“Yup, the sooner we leave the better,” Izzy said before going back to showing Celi again. She couldn’t hid the smile that grew on her face. He wanted her to stay on the bus with him. How sweet, or he felt bad that she sucked. Her mind immediately shot back.

“Okay now you try, at quarter speed,” Celi placed here fingers on the strings and began to slowly play.

After a couple tries she felt him guiding her fingers. Soon enough she played the part and let out a cheer when she did. Izzy cheered with her unable to hide the large smile planted on his face.

“Good job babydoll,” he said before beginning to kiss her neck earning a soft moan.

“Keep it in your pants Stradlin,” Axl threw a towel across the buss that nailed Izzy. Laughter immediately followed suit, filling the entire buss.

#the groupie #guns and roses #guns n’ roses fanfiction #guns n’roses #gnr #izzy stradlin fanfiction #gnr fanfiction

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frankpanioncube · 4 years ago

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Obey Me 60 Questions Part 2

Second part. First is here

Questions come from here

30 • Describe what is inside your MC’s school bag.

- Notebooks and textbooks as required, a change bag for her sports uniform and quite possibly a bag of crisps or a twinkie. Maybe for Beel. Ok - definitely usually for Beel, but she MAY fight you over the twinkie. (And has fought HIM over the twinkie)

31 • Describe their appearance (pic refs are ofc allowed).

- Petite extremely feminine individual . Winter’s definitely waifish in appearance but take a closer look and she has some muscle definition. There’s also the big stupid wings so more or less one’s eye goes immediately to that. She usually dresses in sports clothes - jerseys and track pants, trainers (She has a collection of human world sports jerseys she’s immensely proud of. Beel definitely doesn’t know who Manchester United are but he does think that one’s kinda hot.)

32 • What is your MC’s greatest fear?

- Her fall. She’s okay with the concept and if it means staying in the Devildom and getting to be with Beel, but she also has been made aware of how much it sucks and she wants to be strong enough to survive it. She’s afraid she may not be.

33 • Is your MC Lilith’s descendant? If yes, how did they react when they learn about it?

- Winter isn’t old enough to remember the celestial war anyway so while she appreciates who Lilith is/was to the brothers, Winter never knew her. She is interested to find out that Lilith is related to MC>

34 • Do they have a pet/animal? (No, the brothers don’t count) (I’m kidding right)

- Winter doesn’t own any critters but she is a literal magnet for Little D’s. They just kinda pile on her if she’s sitting. If you’ve ever seen that scene from Star Trek with Kirk and the Tribbles? Like that.

35 • What are their grades like? (In Devildom)

- Winter’s a very decent student. Her class ranking isn’t as high as Satan or Lucifer but she’s more often than not in the top ten. Her impressive keynote memory and language skills help with that.

36 • Do you think they have any other friends in Devildom aside the characters game? Or do they just stay with them?

- Winter still isn’t on GREAT terms with the rest of the Fangol team but Beel’s word is law there and if he says the angel is smart and has good strategies then so be it for them. Plus she buys rounds at game afterparties and can’t say fairer than that. (And in the Celestial Realm she’s pretty close with the Metatron actually. Like more or less you’re going to come across the voice of God sooner or later and they are pretty chill.)

37 • What is their favourite food? (Beelzebub is asking this)

- Winter would be hard pressed to name a favourite. She’s at least adventurous and Beel has taken her around. She likes a lot of it, she likes the human world stuff she’s tried, she likes what Luke and Siemon make...but perhaps she could say with some certainty that she very much appreciates popcorn with salt and butter. Wouldn’t turn it down almost ever.

38 • Do they have any specific talent? (artistic, random fact, etc)

- Winter can do ballroom dancing as well as ballet, tap and swing. She initially took the classes for agility training but she wound up enjoying it enough to keep going. It shocked the hell out of everyone at parties.

39 • Who is the person they rely on when not feeling well?

- It’s a rare thing, but although Beel is the first person to do everything for her (usually trying to make her eat) Mammon just gets clingy and apart from being a nice presence does nothing (who will then contract the sickness himself) It’s actually Siemon who gets anything worthwhile done as he’s actually aware of Angel physiology and can find the appropriate medications

40 • How did they decorate their bedroom in the House of Lamentations? I mean, the game’s MC bedroom is cool but we all know it need customisation. If your MC does not live with the bros, just describe their bedroom.

- Winter lives at Purgatory Hall. Her bedroom is - well, it was plain as white bread because as an Angel she’s not terribly materialistic but Mammon had a legitimate fit when he first saw it so he started bringing her (non stolen) little trinkets and how she has a very plain bedroom with little shiny things all over the dressers and nightstand. There’s also a picture of herself and Beel in a picture frame on the wall.

41 • Are they a heavy or light sleeper? How many hours of sleep do they get? Do they have insomnia or do they fall asleep easily? Just describe your MC’s sleep habits.

- Winter is a deep sleeper but has a pretty regular sleep schedule. She will take a nap after a particularly grueling game. More or less she goes to bed and wakes up with an alarm. This would be the reason that she makes Beel sit in HER lap as he gets himself up for snacks and won’t disturb her.

42 • What is your MC’s Devilgram username?

- WinterOlympics

43 • Does your MC have a part-time job during the exchange? If yes, where in Devildom?

- Winter’s too busy with Fangol to have a parttime job however she has once or twice filled in for Mammon at The Fall.

44 • How do they deal with the exchange program at first? Do they adapt easily in Devildom? Was it hard for them to be far away from the human world? Were they excited or in panic?

- Winter was nervous of course at first because being a part of the exchange program was supposed to be a ‘scare her straight’ punishment. So it started as nerves but immediately turned to joy and laughing about ‘what was I supposed to be scared of’? Winter’s dead set on staying with Beel and falling in the literal sense.

45 • Do your MC’s relatives/friends know they are in Devildom? How do they deal with their absence? Tbh I’m just wondering what is happening during the exchange program since in the game, MC didn’t really choose to be there.

- Winter feels that Heavenly Father won’t even realize she’s gone once she falls. Siemon laments that he understands her position but also he knows Lucifer and has come to terms with that situation...and is happy to have the exchange program opportunity to see him now. He feels the same way about Winter. Luke cried when he realized Winter isn’t going home with them but given his soft spot for Beel...well....Okay. If it’s Beel. And we can always visit.

46 • How do they feel when they have to leave Devildom for the first time after their first one year exchange?

- She didn’t. She was a part of round 2...and she stayed after that anyway.

47 • Describe your MC’s D.D.D: phone case, wallpaper…

- Just a regular plastic case to protect against dropping. Her wallpaper is of Mammon. Mammon also regularly changes names on her contacts list and takes pictures of himself to set as her wallpaper. Winter doesn’t use her phone nearly enough to care however she IS amused that Solomon consistently comes up as ‘The Avatar of Pacts’.

48 • How do they react to praise? How do they react to criticism?

- Winter is pretty humble (goes along with being an Angel) though she is proud and criticism results in her basically working HARDER.

Beel once commented offhand she was off her game during practice and it resulted in him being more or less slammed into a wall - not out of rage just she was trying to make up for her ‘slacking’. Winter takes her critique seriously because she feels that if someone needed to give it to her then she was lacking in whatever the criticism was for.

To that end it’s one of the reasons she’s very defensive of Mammon.

49 • What is their future goal? (it could be their actual goal [dont forget the tw spoiler], their dream job, any other wish they want for the future)

- Winter wants to stay in the Devildom. In fact she wants to fall (though her friends/partner aren’t SUPER enthusiastic about the plan...) However in terms of long term jobs she wants to be a translator and a professional Fangol player. (She’s got a decent shot at both actually.)

50 • Describe their perfume/scent.

- Beel insists she smells like cooking fire - he’s not wrong perhaps, she is underneath the glamour still a flaming wheel with eyes. Mammon says she smells like silver....it’s the name of the perfume he bought her.

51 • Did they ever commit a crime or have been arrested?

- She helped Mammon run away from some debtors at a Casino once....but she’s still an angel and hasn’t committed any infractions herself.

52 • (A bit TW??) Do they smoke? Do they drink?

- Winter doesn’t smoke or drink per-se. She doesn’t seek it out, at the very least. However she will occasionally partake in a cigarette if it’s offered (she won’t ask) and a cigar that one time (curiosity) and isn’t above having drinks at a party. Rarely does she over indulge but has had the odd time where she’s not paying enough attention and might have one or two more than is strictly necessary. There was only one time she drank to get drunk and that was when Solomon was cooking dinner and she had no way out, So she put enough alcohol in her body to choke down the food.

53 • Do they play a musical instrument?

- It’s a little embarrassing and on the nose for an Angel but she can play a harp.

54 • How do they see themselves? How do they want to be seen by others?

Winter has a fair amount of pride and she very much wants to be seen by others as strong. It affects the way she sees herself; she has a hard time asking others for help or assistance.- any small need to do something she can’t accomplish herself she views as a personal weakness. She also has kind of a white knight syndrome - she very much defends others to the death (see: ;Mammon) and feels a sense of accomplishment and pride when doing so. It’s both a good and a bad thing she IS a champion of the downtrodden but she’d do well to accept the help of others from time to time and also to let people fight their own battles.

55 • What was your MC like as a child? Did they have a happy childhood?

- When Winter was a young Angel of Luke’s age, she was pretty happy with her lot in life - but had a lot of questions. A lot of questions about the other two realms. And a lot of questions about Heavenly Father’s love...and some very unfortunate questions about the Devildom...

56 • Would they prefer to live forever in Devildom or come back/live in the human world?

- Winter very VERY much wants to stay in the Devildom. She is desperately in love with Beel and knows what it would mean to stay there. Even if Beel was out of the equation, she’d still want to stay. The exchange program gave her a best friend - something she never had and the options to have a career beyond ‘pull Heavenly Father’s chariot around all the time’ Honestly, if it wasn’t the Devildom, there’d be a pretty good chance she would have found some way to go live in the human realm. She had a bit of a human watching habit before any of this anyway.

57 • Did they ever get the chance to visit Celestial realm? If so, what do they think about it? Did they meet Michael? (Ofc it’s your personal hc since Michael never appeared in the game)

- Well...she does know that it’s a ‘you can never go back’ situation if she does get to stay in the Devildom...but Siemon’s pretty sure he can sneak her back in...possibly maybe. She definitely knows Michael pretty well. He’s the one who suggested the exchange program fixer to Heavenly Father anyway (Winter doesn’t know that)

58 • Do the pact marks appear on their skin? If yes, where are they? What do they look like?

- No pacts - again - Angel, but one time Mammon drew his sigil on her leg with a sharpie if that counts.

59 • What is your MC’s favorite music genre? Do they have any favorite band/singer? Favorite song?

- Winter is a HARD CORE METAL HEAD. In fact, if there’s a special skill, she can do a death metal growl. Beyond that however her preferences are mostly all over the place - she has a playlist that she gears towards her workout and so all of the songs are really varied - you have rap and death metal and some para para idol stuff - but the common denominator is that they have a really strong rhythm and bass line she can time her breathing to.

60 • Choose 4 pics that fit your MC’s aesthetic.

Have a one I looked up and a few I drew myself.

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pug-bitch · 5 years ago

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That’s not why I’m going (34)

Worth fighting for

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive. This is absolutely NOT appropriate for people under 18.

Word count: about 4,350 (let me know if the ‘keep reading’ cutoff isn’t working well!)

Notes: This picks up pretty much where we left off, except on the next morning, while the gang is at Ramsford the day before the rehearsal dinner! We’re starting with Amara’s POV. This is a bit filler, but it sets up important moving parts for the next chapters, where shit is really gonna go down!

*****

Amara slowly opens her eyes, to see Drake sitting up in her bed, reading a book. She glances at the clock. 9 AM. It’s been a while since she’s slept in so late.

Crazy how, when she was a bartender, not so long ago, 9 AM was the earliest she ever got up, since the night shifts took a lot out of her, and so did the nightmares. But last night, no nightmares for her, at least none that she could remember. All she remembers is having a great time at karaoke, and going up to bed with Drake. Making love lazily right before falling asleep.

‘Morning baby,’ Drake whispers. ‘I brought coffee up from the kitchen.’

Her savior. She sits up next to him and he opens up his arm for her to nuzzle in the nook of it. She wraps her arm around his waist, pulling him closer, and leaving a trail of kisses on his chest. ‘Thank you,’ she says, her voice raspy.

‘Someone sang too much last night,’ Drake chuckles. He kisses the top of her head. God, she loves his smell. His puffy eyes in the morning. His sweet smile that he keeps only for her. His kisses, always the right amount of tender, or sexy. She closes her eyes again, to try and retain as much as she can from the moment.

‘Guys, are you dead?’ Maxwell shrieks through the door.

Drake and Amara both burst out laughing. ‘No, Max, we’re alive, just chilling,’ Drake yells out.

With no warning, Max walks in. ‘Good morning beautiful people!’

Amara rolls her eyes and thanks God that she’s covered up by a sheet. ‘Morning, Max. We were about to get up.’

He sits on the love seat by the bed. ‘Great! Hana is making pancakes and we were thinking of spending the day by the pool. We need to enjoy our life before--’ he stops himself and pauses. ‘Before we die, dammit!’

They both chuckle and Drake finally says, ‘If you let us actually get ready, I promise we’ll be downstairs very soon.’

Max smiles excitedly and takes his leave. As soon as the door is closed, Drake turns his head to capture Amara’s lips in a deep kiss. ‘Let’s hop in the shower, Suarez. Get your sexy ass in there.’

*****

Drake’s breath catches as soon as he sees Amara remove her beach wrap, and reveal the stunning bikini she’s wearing underneath. Dammit, this swimsuit looks like it was made for her. He’s completely enthralled in her, even after they just spent half an hour having sex in the shower before breakfast. But still, he feels a twinge in his own swimsuit at the sight of the beautiful woman he loves. He takes a deep breath, tries to cool off, and takes a sip from his lemonade glass. Amara takes a seat next to him in a chaise longue after kissing his cheek.

‘Hey handsome,’ she says excitedly. ‘Beautiful day to be by the pool. I can’t believe we’ve never used it for all the times we’ve been at Ramsford.’

Drake smiles at her. ‘I know.’ He lowers his voice. ‘You’re so fucking hot, I’m gonna need to chill a little.’

Amara cracks up. ‘Yeah take a chill pill, Walker, our friends are joining.’

Maxwell comes out of the house running, in his blue swimsuit with squids on it, and without stopping for even a second, jumps into the pool and splashes both Drake and Amara.

‘How’s that for cooling down?’ Amara asks jokingly.

Drake shakes his head.

Liv comes out, wearing a giant sun hat, sunscreen in hand, lathering it in thick layers on her arms. She sits down under the umbrella, and settles into her seat, a frown on her face.

‘You ok, Liv?’ Amara asks.

‘Yeah,’ she replies, annoyed. ‘The sun is blasting already. Not good for me.’

Maxwell emerges from the pool and makes eye contact with Drake and Amara, before saying: ‘You know, Liv, if you wanted, you could tell Rashad to join us. Plenty of food and drinks for everyone. Right guys?’

Drake nods vigorously. ‘Of course. I like Rashad, he’s fun to be around.’

Amara and Hana nod as well, bright smiles on their faces.

Liv rolls her eyes. ‘Guys, you’re very transparent. And pains in my ass. What tells you I want to see Rashad right now?’

Amara sits up and slides her sunglasses off her nose. ‘Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you’ve been staring at your phone and moping all morning.’

Liv scrunches her nose. ‘I’ll have you know, Suarez, that I’m not like you. I don’t need to be romanced at all times.’ She gestures at Amara’s hand in Drake’s. ‘I’m fine on my own. Better than fine, in fact, I’m grand.’ She pauses and returns to her sunscreen application.

Maxwell lets out an exaggerated sigh. ‘Oh, so you want us to insist, huh? Alright, fine by me. Pleaaaaase Olivia, tell Rashad to come! We are desperate to see him in a swimsuit. Pretty please?’

Olivia snorts. ‘How would it even work, huh? He doesn’t know about these two,’ she gestures to Drake and Amara.

Drake shrugs, ‘We can keep it in our pants for a day, Liv. We’re not animals.’

She snorts again. ‘Tell that to the bar bathroom last night.’

‘Seriously, Liv,’ Amara insists. ‘We’ll play it cool! Plus, Drake and I might go to a little restaurant tonight for dinner, so we’ll be out of your hair.’

‘It won’t work,’ Liv replies. ‘He’ll see right through you.’

‘Um,’ Drake brings his hand to his ear, ‘is that an excuse I’m hearing? Look, Rashad is sneaking around with a suitor. He has no reason to rat us out, even if he suspects something. He doesn’t care. And tonight, you and him can go out, and Amara and I can go out, too. No one will be the wiser. Come on. Stop making excuses, Nevrakis.’

Amara nods furiously. ‘Come on, I’m with Drake and Max. Specifically on the swimsuit front.’ Drake nudges her with his elbow and feigns shock. ‘Oh please,’ Amara continues, ‘I’m kidding.’ She turns to Olivia and mouths ‘No I’m not.’

Olivia lets out a throaty laugh. ‘Ughhhh guys, this is torture. You’re trying to turn me into one of you sensitive types, who sneaks out on dates and bones in a bathroom because she just NEEDS to have him right here right now--’

Drake interrupts, ‘Please stop talking about the bathroom.’

‘Yeah Liv, get over it,’ Max adds. ‘They celebrate each other’s bodies and it’s beautiful.’

Drake makes a disgusted face. ‘Alright, let’s all calm down. And Liv, text him to come over. Say we all invited him because we wanna hang out.’

Olivia rolls her eyes, but grabs her phone again.

*****

Bastien walks into the King’s study and curtsies. ‘Hello, Your Majesty. You called for me?’

Constantine sighs painfully. ‘Yes, thank you, Bastien. I wanted to know how things were going with the plan for tomorrow.’

Bastien nods and hands him the file he brought with him. ‘I figured you’d want to know, Your Majesty. I brought you the ticket, as well as a full report on him.’

Constantine takes the file and peruses it, nodding. ‘Great. Are we still on for hitting the nail on the head during the Decision Ball? I want nothing left to chance, Bastien. I cannot afford for Liam to make the biggest mistake of his life.’

Bastien gulps down. Maybe he’s the one making a mistake. Still, duty first. He nods. ‘Everything is in place, Your Majesty.’

*****

‘Hello? I’m coming in!’ Rashad announces through the main door. Amara walks back from the kitchen, where she was preparing a pitcher of margaritas, and comes face to face with the newcomer.

‘Hi Rashad! Welcome to Ramsford,’ she says as she gives him a one-armed hug, the other hand busy balancing the pitcher. ‘So glad you came!’

‘Oh,’ he says, running his hand through his hair. ‘Thank you guys for inviting me. I’ve never been here during daylight, or um...without any peacocks around. It’s awfully quiet.’

Amara laughs. ‘Well, Max and Bertrand sent the staff home until they figure out who snagged Liv’s phone, when, you know…’

Rashad nods understandingly. ‘Oh, I wasn’t complaining. It’s nice to have some peace and quiet.’

Amara leads him to the pool area, where everyone else is either swimming or sunbathing, except for Olivia who is safely under her umbrella. Amara notices that Liv sat up a little straighter upon noticing Rashad. It makes her smile. ‘Rashad’s here, guys!’

‘Hey everyone, thanks for letting me crash! I brought some whiskey.’ He holds up the bottle for everyone to see.

Drake predictably lights up. 'Thanks, man! Good to see you.’

‘Is it good to see him, Walker, or is it good to see the booze he brought?’ Liv asks sarcastically.

Drake rolls his eyes and smiles at Rashad. ‘Obviously both.’

*****

Two drinks in, Hana and Amara are waddling in the pool, enjoying the sunshine and relaxation. They chat together about everything and nothing at the same time, and observe the people around them. Drake and Maxwell on one side, chatting excitedly, and on the other, Liv and Rashad, talking intensely and having a drink. They look sweet and bashful and all the adjectives Amara never thought she’d use to describe Olivia.

‘Jeez, they look cute together,’ Hana whispers, before taking another sip of her margarita.

‘I know, right? Liv’s features actually relaxed when she started talking to him. It’s almost magical.’

Hana giggles. ‘Are you guys ok spending our last free day pretending not to be together?’

Amara shrugs. ‘I’m having fun with everyone. I’m not gonna avoid Drake, we’re just going to avoid PDA, that’s all.’

Hana nods. ‘You know...you two are also very cute together.’ She nudges her with her elbow. ‘Something tells me everything is gonna be ok.’

Amara sighs. ‘I hope so, Han. I’m so nervous about tomorrow and Saturday’s events, you have no idea. I feel like something’s gonna happen, or maybe Liam will find us out and throw us both out of the country. Either way…’

Hana raises her eyebrows. ‘Look, you’re too in your head. You need to take a step back. Remember what I told you a while ago? Don’t lose sight of what’s important. Of love.’ She lowers her voice. ‘Of what’s worth fighting for.’

Amara chuckles. ‘How can you always stay so positive?’

‘Well hun, I know both you and Drake by now. I know you’ll be fine, if you keep your eyes on the prize.’

‘Woooo!’ Maxwell yells out behind them, suddenly jumping in the pool again. Hana and Amara cover their faces from the splashes.

Drake seamlessly slides into the pool next to them. ‘Hey ladies,’ he whispers. ‘Look at these lovebirds. This guy is the Nevrakis whisperer. I swear I saw her laugh.’

*****

Amara gets out of the shower after a long, fun pool day. She dries her hair with a soft towel and moisturizes her face. As she’s about to take off her towel and put on some clothes, her bedroom door bursts open.

She jumps up, ready to pounce on the intruder the way she destroyed Tariq at Applewood, but as she gets out of the bathroom, she realizes it was Olivia.

‘Fuck,’ she yells, ‘you scared me, Liv! Ever heard of knocking?’

Olivia shrugs and sits on the bed nonchalantly. ‘Don’t be dramatic.’

Amara rolls her eyes, tightens her towel around her chest, and sits by Olivia. ‘What’s going on?’

Olivia stares at her nails, not making eye contact with Amara. ‘Nothing. I wanted to catch you before you’re off with Walker, that’s all.’

Amara nods and plays with a strand of her hair. ‘And?’

‘And I wanted to catch up, that’s all.’ Liv sighs. ‘Also, um… I wanted to clear the air. I didn’t mean to chew Drake out last night. For telling me that Liam knew.’

Amara exhales slowly. ‘Liv, that’s no problem. He knows you didn’t mean it. You scared me, you know, I thought something was really wrong. In case you didn’t notice, I’m a tad on edge these days.’

Liv gives her a sympathetic smile, which sends a shiver down Amara’s spine. ‘I get that, Suarez. It’s just new for me.’

Amara raises her eyebrows. ‘What’s new for you?’

Liv takes a deep breath and says, ‘Human interactions. How to talk to other people, people who are not Liam. He’s the only one I let in, in the past what, 23 years. Now--’ she interrupts herself, stares at her nails again. ‘Now you guys have weaseled your way into my life, and I don’t know how to act.’

Amara can’t contain her smile. ‘Aww, Liv, that’s so sweet!’

Liv turns around briskly and frowns. ‘Don’t you dare, Suarez.’

Amara throws her hands in the air. ‘Fine, sorry.’

‘I’m not used to it. People having my back. Like all of you last night, about the Rashad thing. And Max inviting him over today. No one ever thinks of me like that. So, I just wanted to say that.’

Amara bites her lip to make her smile disappear. She knows what Liv means, and she decides not to push her any further. She gets up from the bed and says, ‘So, since you’re here, do you wanna help me pick an outfit? Drake and I are going to a little pub in town, for fish and chips. Something casual.’

Liv rolls her eyes, but can’t hide the seed of a smile. ‘Fine. I guess you need my help. I noticed that there’s been an awful lot of color in your outfits lately. What’s up with that?’

Amara shrugs, ‘It’s sunny out, why not wear color? What’s wrong with wanting to be cheerful?’

Liv stares at her blankly. ‘I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that. Go with jeans, and oh, this blouse.’ She picks up a white, flowy top, with a plunging neckline. ‘It’s classy, yet casual, and it will show off the goods.’

Amara chuckles. ‘Thanks. Shoes?’

Olivia stares at the closet intently. ‘Maybe these tan sandals. I like these.’

Amara nods and grabs the outfit. ‘What color nails should I go with?’ She gestures to her massive nail polish collection.

Olivia’s eyes widen. ‘What? Last time I was in your room, you had like half of this. When did you go out and stock up on nail polish?’

Amara shrugs. ‘I have an addiction. My friend Mia says it’s better than buying drugs.’

Olivia cocks her head. ‘I’m not so sure about that.’ She pauses. ‘Light gray. Go with light gray for your nails.’

Amara changes in the bathroom, and gets out triumphantly, showing off the outfit curated by Liv, who nods in approval. Amara sits at her vanity to paint her nails, and notices that Liv swiped a light red polish from her collection, and is starting to do her own nails. Amara smiles, and decides not to comment. They sit in silence for a couple of minutes, both paying attention to their manicures.

‘Rashad asked me to dinner tonight,’ Liv finally says.

Amara smirks. ‘Oh, that’s so nice! Where are you guys going?’

She shrugs. ‘I think we’re going to this tapas place about half an hour away. Quiet spot that Rashad knows.’

Amara nods. ‘That’s awesome. I’m glad he’s here, Liv. He’s really fun to be around. We all had a great day with you guys.’

Liv flashes an awkward smile. ‘Yeah, yeah, he’s great. Should I fuck him?’

Taken aback by the bluntness of the question, Amara shakes her head in disbelief. ‘Oh, um, I’m not gonna tell you what to do with your body, Liv. Do you want to sleep with him?’

Liv snorts. ‘Have you seen the guy, Suarez? Of course I want to sleep with him. But um--’ she blows on her nails to dry them. ‘I’m still feeling a bit...vulnerable,’ she says with a grimace.

‘I get that. Maybe you can take your time, until it feels right.’

Liv chuckles. ‘I’m not in high school, waiting to lose my virginity, Suarez.’

Amara admires her nails. ‘Virginity is a construct, Liv. You can feel like you need to wait at any point in your life, not just when you’re inexperienced. So take it easy if that’s what feels right. He sounds like a really good guy, he knows what you’re going through. You can talk to him about it, if needed.’

Liv nods. Amara notices that she is blushing slightly. ‘Right. Well, no one expects a three date minimum with the bitch who rode her bodyguard in the car, though.’

Amara makes an offended face. ‘Excuse me, Liv, you owe nothing to anyone. This is not Liam we’re talking about, with his entitlement and his warped view of women. This is Rashad, a guy who’s actually grounded in the real world. His formalwear does not consist in a sash like Prince Charming. He’s a real guy. He will not equate you to your past.’ She catches her breath and starts her second layer of light gray. ‘Plus, there’s nothing wrong with riding someone in a car, you know.’

Liv smirks. ‘Right. It’s not like it’s the bathroom of a cop bar we’re talking about.’

*****

Drake waits for Amara in the living room, a cup of tea in hand. Maxwell was keeping him company but Bertrand just called him in the study to discuss tomorrow’s statement about their dad. Drake finds himself get a bit nervous. It’s silly, because it’s not their first time going on an actual date. They’ve been to the cop bar together before, way back when they were barely an item. But now...it’s different. It feels official. It feels real. Drake is waiting for his girlfriend to come down so he can take her to dinner; a casual dinner, but dinner nonetheless. He wonders if he’s overdressed. He ditched the denim shirt tonight --well, he’s still wearing jeans, baby steps-- and, following Max’s recommendation, opted for a white linen shirt that Amara had commented on, on a different occasion.

Rashad walks into the living room, holding a cup of tea as well. ‘Hey Drake.’ He raises his cup. ‘Great minds think alike.’

‘Heh,’ Drake replies. ‘Cheers. How are you doing?’

Rashad nods, ‘Good, thanks. Just um… waiting for Liv to come down. We’re gonna go get tapas.’

‘Oh good! Are you going to Matador?’

Rashad smiles brightly. ‘Yeah! I can’t believe you know the place! It’s so small.’

‘Yeah, I’ve been a couple of times with--’ he cuts himself off. He went with Savannah, back in the day. ‘With my family,’ he finally says.

Rashad nods. ‘Nice. I love that place. I’m glad Liv texted me today, I’ve had an awesome time with you all.’

Drake smiles. ‘We did too. It was fun to spend time with you, so thanks for coming.’

‘I honestly couldn’t be happier that she texted me.’ He runs his hand through his hair. ‘I um… at the risk of sounding pathetic, I had been sitting at a café, pretending to work, but really I was checking my phone every two minutes.’ He chuckles. ‘I didn’t expect this to happen, man. We’ve known each other for a long time, but I guess something changed, and now…’ he throws his hands up. ‘I don’t know. I’m kind of in disbelief. She’s a little too cool for me.’

Drake laughs along. ‘Eh, you’re cool enough.’

Finally, Liv makes her appearance. Drake notices that she’s wearing her hair down, which softens her features. Rashad’s face visibly lights up at the sight of her.

‘You look great, Liv,’ he says, holding out his hand for her to take.

She smiles. ‘Thanks, so do you. Have a good night, Walker.’

Rashad smiles and waves at Drake and they’re on their way. A few minutes later, Amara comes down, wearing a white blouse that highlights her tan skin and her beautiful figure. ‘So sorry babe, I didn’t mean to make you wait, but my nails weren’t dry.’

Drake smiles broadly and gets up from the couch. He wraps her in a tight hug. ‘You’re so beautiful.’ He kisses her tenderly. ‘Let’s go?’

*****

‘That is SO cute,’ Amara squeals.

Drake had filled her in on his encounter with Rashad, and on how he had been gushing about Olivia right away. ‘I know right? I really hope that--’ he interrupts himself and shoves a French fry in his mouth.

Amara frowns. ‘What? You hope what?’

He rolls his eyes. ‘Fine. I didn’t want to say anything anxious tonight, but… I really hope that Liam doesn’t shit all over Liv’s new thing with Rashad.’

Amara nods. ‘I know, right?’ She takes a sip of her beer. ‘He better not ruin things for these two.’ She pauses, and looks at Drake, at his intense expression. The expression of a man who’s completely involved in his friends’ lives. A completely different man from the one she met in New York City, and yet a lot of him is the same. He’s just more open, less impervious to the world around him.

‘What?’ he asks. ‘Do I have something on my face?’

She shakes her head. ‘No. You’re perfect.’ She eats a fry, and continues. ‘You know I’m all in, right? I’m completely, utterly happy with everything that’s been going on between us. All in.’

Drake’s lip twitches, and his face lights up in an emotional smile. ‘Me too, Amara. I’ve never been so sure of anything my whole life.’

‘Whatever happens this weekend, Drake. Whatever shitstorm comes our way. Even if it takes work, time, and energy, even if we lose sight of things for a while, you have to know I’m not giving up.’

She sees Drake’s lip quiver some more, and he swallows hard. ‘I’m not giving up on us either.’ He grabs her hand and brushes his thumb against her knuckles. ‘Fuck, Suarez. Don’t make me cry in public.’

She smiles. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you, too.’

*****

Liam is sitting on the grand patio, a cognac in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. He never smokes, but he figures, for his last night of free time, he can do something a little stupid. So, he sent his chauffeur, Thierry, to fetch a pack. He doesn’t even like the taste, but it keeps his hand busy. It keeps him from grabbing his phone and texting Olivia angrily. Like, ‘How could you do this to me?’, or ‘I was considering picking you!’

No no, smoking is a lot less damaging. To his ego, at least. He takes a big swig of his cognac, then picks up the bottle, and refills his glass to the brim. Who cares about serving sizes? Not him, not tonight.

‘Your Highness?’ a butler disturbs his peace.

‘What is it, Thomas?’ he says a little too abruptly.

‘Lady Madeleine is here to see you.’

‘Ok, thanks.’ He takes another big sip.

He hears her walk out to the patio, but he doesn’t turn around. He’s not sure how he feels about her visit. She’s been more than sympathetic and understanding over the past few days, ever since she was the only one to notice his absence, and she finally opened up to him a bit more. But still, Leo’s warnings resonate in his head like big, red flags.

‘Good evening, Liam,’ she murmurs.

‘Good evening, Madeleine. Take a seat, if you wish.’ He gestures to the seat near him. Does he really want her to sit? Maybe. He likes that she cares so much. About him, and about Cordonia. She may be a less than stellar person in her human interactions, as Leo pointed it out repeatedly, but… she’s kind of trying to redeem herself, right?

‘I didn’t mean to interrupt your quiet moment,’ Madeleine says softly. ‘I just came back from having tea with the Queen and she mentioned that you looked wistful when she saw you earlier. I wanted to see if you needed company.’

Liam smiles faintly. ‘Thank you. I just have a lot on my mind, with the Decision Ball approaching and all.’

She nods. ‘I know. I’m not going to bother you with that. I just wanted to offer my company, that’s all.’

Liam nods weakly. But then, something shifts in his mind. Why not just talk about it bluntly? After all, Madeleine had been the only person who made her intentions clear with him. So, he says, ‘Actually, I’d like you to tell me what you’re hoping for. For this weekend and the end of the competition.’

Madeleine’s eyes widen. ‘What...I’m hoping for?’

He turns towards her. ‘Yeah. What do you want out of this? The King and the Queen are certainly on your side. What is your dream scenario?’

Madeleine smiles elegantly. ‘I think it’s quite clear, Liam. My dream scenario is for you to pick me. I have been at court my entire life, and have never caused any type of scandal. I care deeply about this country and would rule it fairly, by your side. Your brother had chosen me during the last competition, and I know he probably would tell you that he was pushed to do it by the King, but the truth is, before he left court, he truly understood how beneficial our betrothal would be for Cordonia. Except that he and I had no chemistry whatsoever.’ She pauses and eyes his glass. He picks up on the cue, and slides it over to her. She nods gratefully. ‘Us, on the other hand, I’d like to think we would make a good team.’ She takes a sip. ‘I’m realistic. I know there’s no love as of right now. I wouldn’t expect you to give up on your social life…’

She falls silent. Liam nods. ‘Thank you for being candid with me, Madeleine.’

*****

Madeleine has trouble keeping her lips from curling up in sheer satisfaction. For a second there, she thought she’d talked too much, but he seems to eat it up. He’s obviously still reeling from the whole Olivia situation, and he may still be into the Mexican one, but this will change very, very soon.

*****

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morgemuffel · 6 years ago

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MALEC. ➰ THE BRAVEST PERSON I KNOW.

Hello everyone, this story takes place after the training scene in season 3Bx12.

This is my first fanfiction ever and my native language is not English so don't be too hard on me :) Critics are always welcome though, I would like to improve my "English" writing skills.

Sooo have fun with my story. :)

"Alec, you're such an idiot," the Shadowhunter mumbles. "Why do you always put yourself in such stupid and embarrassing situations? Yeah you're a fearless Shadowhunter and head of the New York Institute but why couldn't you listen to your gut instinct? You don't start running right away just because you've learned how to walk."

Alexander Lightwood is tied to a massive pole behind his back. There was not the slightest possibility to get out of this uncomfortable position over time. Unfortunately it was dark that's why he identified his attacker too late. He feels the warm hairy and long legs that felt along his stomach. "Damn it Lightwood, don't let your fear get the upper hand." he muttered. But it was too late. Alec had no chance the panic came over him. His heart was racing and he could literally feel how the air was getting thinner.

"Jace?" Clary asks for the fifth time now. The couple was lying relaxed and satisfied in Jace's bed at the New York Institute. Well at least until a minute ago when Jace suddenly fell into a kind of trance. She reaches for her stele to activate the healing iratzerune, cause her psycho brother had to tell her in the most macabre way that he misses her. After the rescue of Clary from the clutches of her crazy murderous brother Jonathan, the right time for her first time with Jace had finally come today. All the dramas of the last few weeks felt so surreal and far away. She didn't want these dramas to start all over again and destroy this wonderful moment. Thankfully Jace didn't noticed the carved words: -I MISS YOU- on her arm which where slowly fading away, as he was still stepped away and staring into the air.

- It is an anxious and at the same time overwhelming feeling. Dull, barely noticeable and yet completely present. Concern mixed with mild panic. Like that unpleasant feeling in school before an exam you haven't prepared for. A racing heartbeat, nervousness and then the fear that gradually became noticeable. Jace immediately recognized the symptoms that slowly spread like a ghastly fog in his body and demanded his attention. -

Clary sits in an upright position, as she is now getting a bit unsure. "Where was her boyfriend with his thoughts, hadn't he liked it? No, Clary stop drive yourself crazy, you don't need that, Jace loves you and you could see it in his eyes, he definitely liked it." She quickly pushed the thought aside and nudged Jace slightly. He flinches as if he had just awakened from a dream. It's Alec he informed her in a worried tone and got up. There was something wrong with his Parabatei. "I feel his fear, we have to go!"

Magnus was lost in thought standing in front of his 18th-century oak cabinet looking for a whip. He had no idea that Alec was facing his greatest fear right now. Lost in thought and humming to himself, Magnus rummaged in his closet. On some days he could hardly believe his luck. How was it possible that he Magnus Bane the High Warlock of Brooklyn was blessed with the most wonderful and yet best-looking Shadowhunter in the world? Yes, it took Alec some time to finally regain his sexuality and confess his love for Magnus. But honestly Alec was worth the wait and besides that, he had made his love for Magnus very clear in front of everyone at his *near-wedding* with Lydia. He belongs to Magnus and Magnus belongs to him. Since then, they had gone through a lot together. From fighting dangerous and overly evil demons like Lilith up to tricky dinners with Alec's mother Maryse and a nightmare bringing stew. Magnus knew that he had hit the jackpot with having Alec as his boyfriend and that they were able to master every hurdle and challenges. Alec didn't judge Magnus for who he was. Even when he admitted that his father was no one less than the Greater Demon Asmodeus also known as the Prince of Hell, he was unimpressed. Alec gave Magnus the love he had been waiting for all these centuries, for his whole life, and even much more. Magnus vowed to show his Shadowhunter every day how grateful he was and thanked the universe for the love it had brought to him. He would show Alec his love as often as he could in any possible way.

Although Magnus was more experienced in relationships than his partner. Alec never ceased to surprise him over and over again. Just like today as the couple was about to freshen up the rusty fighting techniques of the Warlock in the training room of the Institute. Now that Magnus had traded his powers as well as his immortality to Asmodeus, he wanted to be able to defend himself without his innate powers. Of course, Alec didn't know that Magnus was personally trained several years ago by Grand Master Mitsuyo Maeda. And of course, Magnus enjoyed bringing his astonished Alexander into the most unlikely positions, provoking him, flirting with him and keeping him confused whenever he could. He didn't expect Alec, who was so uptight and uncertain in the past, to seize the opportunity and push him against the cold pillar, kiss him passionately and wildly in this public area. “That was way out of his comfort zone wasn't it?“ So far, they've only had exchanged gentle kisses and even during sex, they remained on the flower-vanillia-level. Not that Magnus would complain. The sex with Alec was despite his lack of experience, to describe it in just one word: absolutely fantastic, incredibly hot and mind-blowing sex. Ok... it couldn’t be described with one word. So when he then pantingly suggested to hold his thought and move the whole action into his bedroom, Magnus could hardly hide his astonishment. And he was even more surprised by his demanding and dominant way Alec let him feel in bed. Even though Magnus was topping as he mostly did, and setting the pace of the thrusts, Alec grabbed his hips and pulled him harder and faster towards him. At the thought of their sexual activities earlier this day, Magnus went through a comforting shudder.

"MA..GNUUUS..!" he suddenly heard Alec yelling his name in panic. "I'm not ready to... Oh god MAAAAG... NUUS, where are you why do you need so long?!"

Magnus reached for the whip he finally spotted in the back of the cupboard and rolls his eyes. “Why was Alec all at once so impatient?“ At the Slouvaki truck in Queens an hour ago, he told Magnus they should slow down and savor such unique moments, otherwise they would not even remember them in the future. And after Clary finally got back safely to the institute, Alec became even bolder and made as suggest to Magnus in the presence of everyone, whispering in his sexy seductive voice, he would like to heat up their pillow talk with these whip-games like in that one vampire movie. When, according to this statement, Magnus only stared at him incredulously and unable to move. Alec added mischievously and sweet, "Unless you dare to spank a Shadowhunter's ass." The realization that Alec dared to share such lascivious thoughts in public with him at the institute turned him on so badly. Magnus only grinned promising and denied himself to point out that Alec probably mistook the film and meant 50 Shades of Gray and not Twilight. The portal to Magnus' Loft was open in seconds. Magnus wouldn't miss the opportunity to indulge his Alexander with sensuous blows and taut pats, with his slender leather whip.

MAAAAAGNUUUS! “I swear by the angels if you don't move your sexy ass into this room right now it was the last time we tried something like this!”

"So authoritative, Alexander." Magnus chuckles as he heads for the bedroom. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed how the door handle of the loft was pushed down and Jace and Clary stuck their heads into the living room. "Where is he?" Jace yelled completely out of breath. "Izzy said you left the institute together, Clary adds with a gasp." Magnus stopped as if rooted to the spot, caught red-handed only wearing his black silk boxer shorts, gave Jace an annoyed and questioning look. At the same time he tried to hide the whip unobtrusively behind his back. It was clear that Alec's annoying brother managed once again to destroy an intimate moment. For that he was Alec's Parabatei, he was clearly missing the sensitivity to find an appropriate time whenever he wanted to talk to Alec. "Knocking is not your strength isn't it?" Magnus replied frustrated. Clary, who starts to understand the situation, blushes and tries to pull back Jace on his arm towards the exit. "Jace I think there's a mistake here, she grins sheepishly." Jace shakes his head timidly, "Naah, No, No... I'm feeling it he is scared, he's full of fear and panic," Jace contradicts. "Are you forcing him to do something he doesn't want to? " At that moment, a fearful scream echoes throughout the loft.

AAAAAH! MAAAGNUS! PLEASE!

Alec wind under the touch of his archenemy. Why does Magnus need so long and with whom is he speaking out there? Sure, this whole tie him to the bed thing was his idea. He thought trying something new doesn't hurt right? He always wanted to know if the rumors about pleasure and pain were true. Besides Magnus was only too pleased to use his old whip again after so many years. But who could have known that one of Magnus' ingredients for his potions would break out of his office, which funnily enough had to be a hairy, disgusting spider and find his way to their bedroom. Alec's greatest fear was now walking up and down on his stomach with relish, and in that position he couldn't possibly reach for his Stele to at least activate the fearless rune. He felt so helpless and ashamed that such a small creature could intimidate him so much.

Finally Magnus stormed into the room with Jace and Clary in tow. "Oh, shit I was prepared for everything except this!" Jace blurted out, he could only suspect how Alec was feeling right now. Not only did he have a huge spider on his belly, but also the fact that he was tied half naked to Magnus' bed and knew that Jace would withhold this moment forever. Magnus made a graceful gesture to let his magic play, then paused as it occurred to him that he no longer had those powers. Unexpectedly Clary spoke. "Alec... do not move now," she said in a low monotone voice as she walked towards him. She took a jewelry box from Magnus' dressing table and tore off a page from the GQ magazine that lay next to it. She sneaked quietly toward the spider, then slowly placed the box over the spider so that the animal sat roughly in the middle. Then she gently pushed the sheet of paper under the box. With a triumphant smile, she lifted the jewelry box up in the air and handed over the animal to Magnus. Alec let out a relieved sigh. "That's not how I've imagined this new experience" he mumbled embarrassed and blushed. Jace refused to comment the whole situation this time because he felt how much his parabatei was ashamed. Instead, he took Clary by the hand. Let's give these two lovebirds a bit privacy, after all, we were pretty busy too. Clary grinned contentedly and said "hmm.. I guess I deserve a new sketchbook, what do you think?"

After the two had left the loft, Magnus relieved Alec from his chains, well in this case from his bathrobe belt. They sat there for a moment, just in silence until Magnus spoke up, ashamed. "I'm so sorry Alexander, I should have known something was wrong." Alec looked at him stunned. "You don't have to apologize for anything Magnus, I'm the one to apologize, I'm so sorry, I'm such a wimp that I'm scared of this little crawly animals, I hope you're not too ashamed of me being your boyfriend. " he said subdued. It's exactly these moments that showed Magnus how great his boyfriend really was. Even after being confronted with his greatest anxiety, he is convinced he had failed. How could it be that he didn't see how great he is? And it was this kind of innocent ignorance which made him so pure and amiable "Alexander..." Magnus began in a gentle firm voice. Believe me when I tell you that you didn't do anything wrong and you could never disappoint me. You are the bravest and most fearless person I know and I could not be more proud of calling you my boyfriend." Alec still smiled a little uncertainly as he asked. "So maybe we can stay a little longer on this flower-vanillia-level?" Magnus giggled in amusement as he nodded affirmatively. Alec visibly relaxed again and pulled Magnus into a passionate and heartfelt kiss. "I love you, Magnus" he said. And I love you Alexander, "Magnus replied.

#malec shadowhunters tv what scares you? fanfiction magnus bane alec lightwood magnus x alec so authoritative parabatei jace herondale clary

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butindeed · 6 years ago

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What if… [TRR X PM Cross over] (Riley x Drake) (Kai x Hana) [PART 10/?]

Hi guys!! This is part of a nameless Riley x Drake series. You can read the previous parts HERE.

Tags: @lazychic28 @boneandfur @drakelover78 @captainkingliam

@andy-loves-corgis @client327 @walkerismychoice @chantelle-x0x

Summary: What if things were different? (Part 10)

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Where does the good go? - Sara and Teagan

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A few weeks had passed between books and coffee, and even though Riley and Drake had been texting each other and waving at class, they hadn’t had enough time to hang out much as they were both trying to focus on their studies.

Luckily for them it was the university 100th anniversary, so classes were suspended for a few days and a concert was being held the following Friday to close the celebrations.

That very Friday, Riley received a text from Drake

According to Kai that was nothing but a booty call, and even though Riley wasn’t sure about it, she decided she wouldn’t risk ruining her chances, so after a nice long bubble bath she put on a very hot black lace lingerie set, a pair of light jeans that popped her bum and a off the shoulder black tight top and off she went, not without picking some whiskey bottle.

Drake lived just outside the campus, on a 10th floor apartment.

Searching for the correct button to hit, she noticed the tag which read “Sav & Grumps Drake”

Riley smiled pressing the intercom and some seconds later she heard Drake’s voice.

-Who is it?

-Are you expecting someone else, Grumps? - Riley teased

-Heh, I guess you know how to read... I just wanted to be sure it was you Hopkins. - he teased back as the front door buzzed.

It was an oldish building, rustic kind of looking, but comfy and welcoming somehow.

Just like Drake, Riley thought smiling to herself.

When the elevator doors opened, Drake was already waiting for her in the doorstep.

He looked as handsome as ever, especially when he flashed a grin at her as he went out to meet her, hugging her tightly.

The feeling of his strong arms embracing her almost made Riley lost it. She breathed in to try to cool down, but realised it was a huge mistake as soon as she did it. The smell of his parfum intoxicated her, almost like a venomous poison.

-I brought whiskey - she managed to hum with a strangled voice

-Right! Sorry, thanks. - He said pulling her back - Err... Please, come in!

His house wasn’t anything like she’d expected. White paint covered the brick walls with some paintings and hanging plants giving a dash of colour.

He invited her to the kitchen where the most delicious aromas invaded her senses.

-I hope you like the smell - Drake grinned

-This smells amazing

-Don’t look so surprised! I told you I knew how to cook.

-So what’s the menu, chef?

-Heh. Well, you’ll have to wait and see Hopkins. - Drake stated while pouring some whiskey on the rocks for them

-Whiskey already, huh?

-Well, you kind of got me to develop a strong taste for it. - he laughed as he gestured her to sit down at the kitchen island.

After a short while, Drake served the entree, which consisted of roasted sweet potato with cilantro pesto and chopped sauteed almonds.

-Oh gosh, this smells delicious - Riley stated before tasting them - Mmmmm, good lord! They taste even better!

-Heh, I’m glad you like them - Drake smirked - But that’s only the first course, so...

-I could live out of these forever and wouldn’t complaint a bit! - she closed her eyes as she savoured the dish - I wouldn’t have thought yourself as a gourmet kind of guy...

-Well, usually, I’m not. I tend to prefer much simpler meals, but...

-You wanted to show off in front of me, didn’t you? - Riley smirked

-Heh

-Well, I can’t say I’m not enjoying myself, but... If you don’t mind me saying... nothing can beat a good old fashion BBQ!

Riley thought she’d had seen something crossing Drake’s eyes. A glimmer, a twitch, but he didn’t say a word, and neither did she. He stared at her for a few seconds until he finally smiled back.

-I didn’t want to offend you, I’m sure everything you’ve cooked it’s awesome...

-No, you... I mean... -Drake was struggling to find the words. After a few attempts he just sighed - It’s not common to run into someone like you...

-I’m not like every person - she laughed - non of us are! - making him smile again.

When he served the main course, Riley just laughed.

-This is pure bluff! - she cackled as she watched Drake serve the main course, which was a filet mignon with a Balsamic Glaze and some roasted asparagus with harissa.

- I wouldn’t laugh until I’d tasted it. It’s the very first time I cook this... All of this.

-Oh my God! - Riley yelped widening her eyes.

-What? What happened? Are you okay Hopkins? - Drake hurried towards her almost dropping the whole meal.

-You are trying... you’re trying to impress me, aren’t you? - Riley bursted into laughter

Drake just rolled his eyes, sighing a bit annoyed.

-For the last time, that’s for sure.

-Hey! No! I like this.

-But?

-I just like it better when you’re just yourself...

Drake smiled placing a plate in front of Riley.

-You wouldn’t get it - he murmured - where I come from, everyone is expecting you to behave like this...

-To behave all prime and propper? To wear appropriate clothes and know how to cook?

Drake nodded.

-Well, you’ve just described what women are expected to be - Riley giggled sipping her whiskey.

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They spent most of the night chatting lively, drinking whiskey and eating the espectacular meal Drake had preppared, including a chocolate lava cake that was filled with strawberry sauce.

-Were you going to the concert tonight? - Drake asked while he was doing the dishes and Riley was sitting down on the living room floor.

- Maybe, if I didn’t have any other plans.

-We could go there if you wanted to... - Drake asked without making eye contact

-Well, only if you want to... - Riley whispered and Drake’s face lit up making her giggle.-You know what? We still have some whiskey in here... you know what we should do?

-Wh-what? - Drake muttered

-Something like never have I ever

- What’s the deal with that game? - Drake sighed heavily

-Well, how about some truth or dare?

-Ok Hopkins, if you insist... - he got up - I think Sav has a drinking game somewhere around here - he dissappeared for a few minutes, reappearing with a shoebox on one hand and a fresh whiskey bottle on the other.

Savannah’s drinking game consisted on a cardboard, a roulette and several cards with different instructions. Some of them were about drinking, some of them were dares and some of them included answering a question made by the opponents.

Some of the cards were quite innocent, but there were some others that made Riley wonder why would Savannah make such a card.

She found out Drake’s heart had been broken about a year ago by a girl called Olivia. He didn’t go into much detail, but it appeared that she’d left him for a nobleman, his best friend. She got to ask him about Kiara, the gorgeous woman Penelope told her about, the one she had seen with Drake at the library. It turned out that Penelope was right, she was Savannah’s friend, one of her closest, and they used to hang out. He knew she had feelings for him, and at first he didn’t encourage her, but he didn’t tell her he didn’t felt the same for her either. When Riley was about to tell him off, he said he’d talked to her the very same day Riley had seen them at the library and cleared things off.

-I thought, before, maybe if I tried enough I’d fall for her too... - There was something about Drake’s tone that made Riley feel the urge of reaching to him. However, she just brushed her fingertips through his forearm.- Anyhow, I appologized to her, I know I’ve been a dickhead, but... - He looked at her, all his walls broken, his true soul finally emerging. Something told Riley he was about to say something that would change the nature of their relationship. The way his eyes were shining, the fierceness of his stare, she didn’t know for sure.

-But?

-But something happened and I couldn’t... - Drake took a deep breath and Riley held hers - Enough about me Hopkins, it’s your turn now.

Riley almost screams, but she put herself together as she span the roulette. Answer or drink. She didn’t think it twice, she needed that drink, so she downed the remaining half a glass in only one glup, shuddering at the burning sensation.

-That’s the easy way out Hopkins, it’s almost like cheating - Drake jeered as he took his turn spinning the roulette. A card. Drake lifted one up and his face blushed violently.

-What? - Riley simpered - What is it?

Drake oagled at her, gloating. His eyes had darkened but were still shining. A different shine, a lustful shine. He leant in, never breaking the eye contact and Riley nodded slightly, giving the permission he had been waiting for.

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Suddenly it all got dark and a lot of things happened at the very same time.

Before she could get used to the darkness around her, she felt something on the corner of her mouth, something warm pressing lightly, and she kissed it, hesitant at first.

Drake moved slightly, his lips now full on hers, increasing the heat of the kiss, making Riley shudder, melting, disolving into it.

Fireworks seem to explode, people seem to cheer.

And then she remembers, outside, a firework display marks the ending of the Dean’s speech and the beginning of the concert.

But she forgot about the concert, and the Dean and the fireworks as soon as his tongue slipped inside her mouth, gently yet demanding, urging her to pull up against him. Drake reacted by placing one of his hands on her small back and glueing his body to hers, as he cupped her neck with the other hand.

He felt rough, all of him. His stubble, his hands, even his lips, but she didn’t care. Riley caressed Drake’s hand on her neck while her other hand found its way to his head, where her finger ran wildly through his hair, gripping it, driving him crazy, deepening the kiss.

Riley tasted the whiskey on his tongue. She needed to taste him, smell him, devour him. It felt so wonderful, so right, almost as vibrating.

But something was indeed vibrating. Quite insistently. Too insistenly.

Drake parted slowly howling, reluctantly, almost as if being a milimetre away from Riley’s lips caused him too much pain to bare.

-Nooo - She whined - If we stop the world is going to implode.

Drake smirked as he gently caressed her flustered cheek.

-I know what you mean- he said his voice full of tender love, turning his attention to his mobile phone that wouldn’t stop vibrating -What? - Drake hissed at the phone.

Riley opened her eyes, instantly squinting as the light hurted. Power had come back.

-No, I... Yes, but... Ok, thanks - He grunted annoyed before hanging up. - It was Neville. He needed to let me know I’m missing a great concert. - he grunted again rolling his eyes. - Apparently he needs me to go right away... I... I’m sorry.

-Oh!

He’s using the old fake phone call on me, Riley thought, but as she was standing up, she noticed something that confused her to the core. The card that Drake had pulled up earlier, which said:

Time to follow your heart. Do what you want the most.

#trr #trr fanfic #trr fanfiction #drake x riley #what if #riley hopkins #drake walker #the royal romance

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poeticandvaguelysweet · 7 years ago

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after the storm has passed (a Jacques Snicket x Olivia Caliban fanfic)

Ok. Ok. Okay. I have so many assignments due next week it’s not funny but I cannot stop thinking about these two.

I shouldn’t be doing this but -- if you have any prompts for this ship feel free to send them through and I’ll add them (when I have time) to ‘all our enemies have been defeated’.

I just ask that you state it’s for ASOUE because I do take prompts for a different fandom and will get confused.

AO3

‘Would you hurry up?’ Olivia huffed, stopping in the middle of the sitting room, her arms filled with heavy books. The house was new and quickly filling with furniture but it wouldn’t be a home until books were on the shelves. She saw to that task herself but Jacques had insisted on helping … or rather, was spending his time watching her lift heavy stacks with unimaginable ease. ‘We cannot bring the children home until the house is complete and I am getting quite anxious without them.’ It had been a mix of maternal instinct and a good heart that left her worried. The children were safe. She knew it, Jacques had reassured it, they had all seen the fall of terrible evil with their own eyes and the paperwork was ready to be signed.

Mr Poe was handing over The Baudelaires and The Quagmires to Jacques Snicket and Olivia Caliban’s shared custody. The banker had warned with a cough and a wheeze that the children were trouble, misery and woe following their every step. He did not believe — or know — like they did that Olaf’s reign was over. Jacques didn’t expect much from the man who constantly misidentified the wrong man and had come days away from doing the same to Jac, sending him off to an unfortunate end.

It was going to be good to be rid of that man. Like breathing easy once a cold had finally fled one's sinuses.

‘Relax.’ Jacques offered, his hand slipping over the small of her back. ‘They’re with Jacquelyn.’ She seemed to settle. Not that it was new information. Olivia knew where the children were and why they were there. She and Jacques were due at the bank any time now to sign the appropriate paperwork that made the children their responsibility until each one turned eighteen and claimed what was rightfully theirs. For some, it was only a few more years. For Sunny, it would be a large portion of her life, if her siblings allowed her to stay in Olivia and Jacques care … which they were hoping Violet and Klaus would have no opposition to.

‘We’ll go pick them up as soon as you’re done here.’ Jacques reminded her, a kiss pressed to her cheek as she grinned, corner of her lip curling, unspoken challenge rising in the back of her mind.

Olivia hummed, giving him a curt nod and a wink as she threw a book over her shoulder, the title landing exactly where she wanted it to on the appropriate shelf. She did it to a second and a third, before tossing three books over her shoulder at once each one landing with a heavy thunk before settling perfectly in its new home. Jacques could only watch in admiration, something tingling across his skin as an absent-minded smile eased its way across his cheeks. It was a feeling he had only ever witnessed in his brother. A feeling he had often heard described but had never felt himself. It was contentment, admiration, devotion and love all at once setting his nerve endings on fire and fizzing out across his system.

‘I’m done.’ She told him, dusting off her hands before extending them beyond her body as if to tell the man to admire her handiwork. He already had been and wasn’t about to be the one to tell her there were several more boxes of books just begging to be unpacked before five children (soon to be six, but that was a different matter he was assured his brother was sorting out) slipped into the halls and buried themselves amongst the books already available for perusal. For it was only fair to give one a wider range of options before expecting them to settle on a single story.

He didn’t stop her. Didn’t remind her of the other boxes. Only prattled off a small list of things they thought absolutely necessary for the children in their new home. New clothes. New notebooks and pencils. New toolboxes and magnifying glasses. New things to chew and chomp and warm blankets ready for the best nights sleep they had all had in a long time. Olivia nodded at each item, knowing they were presented at the end of each bed or tucked into brand new closets and writing desks.

She climbed into his cab, taking the place at the driver's wheel before she noted the nervous shake in her fingers, excitement and worry all rolled into one. Olivia was ready to bring the children home, ready to take on the responsibility of being guardian to six remarkable children all at once. It scared her. But what difference was being a librarian excited to encourage and engage than being a pseudo-parent? She was anxious too, worried that they would arrive at Mulctuary Money Management only to find the building gone or the children who were supposed to be inside of it, vanished. Terrible things were still likely to happen. She and Jacques had ended only one terrible plot master, but it didn’t feel likely that a second would arrive so quickly. She slipped across the seat, sliding into the passenger side as Jacques rounded the car and took the wheel.

The children were there, waiting as they should have been all five sets of eyes turning towards her and Jacques as they entered Mr Poe’s office. Each small face lit up with glee, thankful and warmed that their new caretakers had arrived unharmed. She saw their bodies sigh with relief as Violet got up from her chair to give Olivia a one-armed hug, Sunny on her other hip.

‘We have a lot of things to explain to you.’ Jacques told them, paperwork signed and Mr Poe bid farewell for the final time. They had four children sitting in the back of his cab while Olivia in the front held onto Sunny during their ride through the city. He watched them through the rearview mirror, catching their eager and impatient eyes. ‘And I promise, we’ll explain it all … tonight, when you’re settled. There’s no use rushing into things immediately.’ Jacques saw them deflate and wondered how many times the children had heard those words before their guardian was killed and their questions were left unanswered. ‘I promise’ He met eyes with each child in the mirror before he felt Olivia’s reassuring hand on his arm.

They looked disappointed and impatient, Klaus’ mouth poised open and ready to ask a question. It was Duncan who held him off, catching them all on a different train of thought with a quiet. ‘I almost thought we’d never see the city again.’

Olivia’s heart clenched, her whole body aching for the children who had seen too much pain since losing their parents. ‘Do you feel comfortable staying here?’ She asked. It had been their home, the place where they grew up, the libraries their parents took them to, the parks, Briony Beach. Violet and Isadora gave small nods while the boys sighed quiet acceptance. ‘We have a house just outside the city limits and within the zones for your old schools … if you would like to attend again.’ It was understandable if they didn’t. For The Baudelaire’s, in particular, their names had been flushed through The Daily Punctilio more times than they could count. It was unquestionable that all their peers would know their story by now. Regardless, Olivia had applied for a position in both the private libraries locked behind the school gates or the public one only few trolley stops away.

They were looking at her wide-eyed and teary when she turned her head towards their silence. Normalcy had been so long forgotten in the past several months that the children had completely forgotten about school and their friends. It was too much. She could see it written explicitly across their faces, their hearts scrunching down to crushed pieces of paper. How on earth could they return to that? Would it be safe? Had the world tilted its axis and would everything be marred by their time at Prufrock Preparatory School?

‘We can think about that another day!’ Olivia’s voice picked up, trying for cheery as she flashed the children with a big grin. ‘The schools are closed anyhow, it’s mid-year break. Probably better to homeschool you all until the new year. Might make it easier to start off with a fresh slate.’ They all nodded slowly, small smiles responding to Olivia’s warmth despite their shaking hearts.

They spoiled the children with takeout for supper. Wherein, neither Olivia or Jacques saw themselves as good cooks and rather were saving the children from that kind of torment. They were giddy like children were at their options of greasy Chinese that came from a questionable looking shop front but tasted divine eaten out of the carton on the floor belong to one of many sitting rooms. They hadn’t ventured much beyond that, the house still a mystery to the children as Olivia practically vibrated with a want to show them everything she had set up for their arrival. For now, they were happy to camp put on the rug beneath them, sharing food orders across several plates as Jacques did his best to documents the very beginning of the V.F.D. He lingered on moments involving their parents, unknown details coming to light as each child savoured bravery and ingenuity, all of them marvelling that their loved ones had kept this life a secret.

‘Our biggest threat was Olaf. I am sorry your parents had to pay the price for his greed.’ Their faces were sullen but hopeful, caught in juxtaposition as they tried to look forward while the grief of their parents, finally actualised and allowed to be felt, pressed down on their shoulders trying to hold them back despite their ability to keep on living for months before now.

‘Why don’t we all go make some hot chocolate and go to bed? You must all be so tired.’ Olivia offered them a kind smile, the look almost always plastered on her face as she stood and reached her hand out to the first child willing to take it.

Isadora stood and the others followed as Jacques kept up the back of their small group, Sunny sitting on his arm. ‘Are there any tunnels under this house?’ Violet asked.

‘Or useless elevator shafts?’ Duncan quivered.

Jacques chuckled, unable to help it as Olivia gave him a warning glare, his humour fading to seriousness. ‘We’re free of all those things. It’s a new life and a new beginning for all of us. There will be no more secrets, okay? V.F.D might still need us but that will be dealt with when the need arises.’ Five heads nodded. ‘Would you like to check for yourselves?’ He returned to the tunnels and hide-e-holes.

Klaus turned with intrigue. Happy for an opportunity to ensure his safety and that of his sisters as well as close friends’. ‘I think the children need to be going to bed.’ Olivia offered, already glowering like a disgruntled mother.

‘I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep unless I am sure.’ Duncan supplied, small shiver chasing across his skin as he stepped closer to his sister. In all fairness, they had been tucked away in ersatz elevators, red herrings and even fowl fountains. The children had a right to want to see with their own two eyes that they were safe.

‘After hot chocolate.’ She compromised, each child following like a duckling as they made their way to the kitchen, following small instruction as she asked for help in preparing such a large batch. Sunny squawked, her siblings filling in that the youngest of the newly Snicket-Caliban children knew just the recipe.

#jacques snicket #olivia caliban #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #jacques x olivia #i wrote my thesis on jacques lacan and every time i write his first name i think it's wrong but like i KNOW its not #anyway of course i am at a super busy part of my life and i get hooked in a new fandom #like that's so goddamn typical lucy #ASOUE fic #my fic #all our enemies have been defeated

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ewingmadison · 4 years ago

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dorianegraye · 7 years ago

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EEP

I had always been a Shakespeare lover since I’m super into English Literature, but if you ask me if there are any of those tales I dislike, it would be the Taming of the Shrew. When my English teacher introduced me to this story, she told me it was amazing. Me being me, I grabbed the book immediately on some online shop. As I read on, the content started terrifying me more and more and in the end, I had to rant to my friends how absolutely horrifying the story was.

As some may know, the story starts with two sisters, Katharina who is older, and Bianca. Now Bianca has tons of suitors for her hand since she’s kind and gentle and tender and fragile, basically a doll. Katharina, on the other hand, is described as having an ungoverned temper and hot and angry tongue. She is the so-called “shrew” in the story, just because she speaks her mind. And actually knows how to debate. Men are afraid of her, so she wouldn’t get married anytime soon. However, according to tradition, the eldest child must marry first before the second does, and therefore Katharina’s father is miserable that Bianca couldn’t get married. (Yes, the backstory is long but important, sorry!) So this guy named Petruchio walks up to Katharina’s father Baptista and claims that he could “tame” Katharine. Daddy is happy and agrees. In order to fulfil his promise, Petruchio acts crazy in the wedding, shaming Katharina, refuses to provide her food nor clean clothes when she doesn’t obey but using the excuse of love, and because the girl doesn’t want to die of hunger and wants to go see her poor excuse of a father, she eventually obeys everything her hubby says. Here’s the exact dialogue of how extreme the abuse is:

PETRUCHIO

I say it is the moon.

KATHARINA

I know it is the moon.

PETRUCHIO

Nay, then you lie: it is the blessed sun.

KATHARINA

Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun: But sun it is not, when you say it is not; And the moon changes even as your mind. What you will have it named, even that it is; And so it shall be so for Katharina.

The ending is that Katharina is forced to agree and obey everything Petruchio says, no matter how illogical the situation is or how much her opinion should matter. She was declared most obedient wife in all of Padua, and many congratulated Petruchio into succeeding to tame her.

Katharina faced all this mistreating just because Petruchio wanted to win a bet.

And this, my dear readers, have been considered comedy for ages.

According to this book, girls who have opinions or any rejections against how others, other women included, is considered loud, rude, and something to avoid. Girls would be forced to not get any sleep or food if they don’t obey what a man tells her to do. Girls are paraded around like trophies, only deemed highly if they don’t know how to defend themselves, only considered appropriate if you don’t have own knowledge and have to rely on men. If a girl is the eldest, they will most likely be married off as soon as possible to pave a road for their younger siblings. Let’s be logical here: how would you feel if you've been hated by men across the city because you speak your mind? (Believe me, if I had to argue, Katharine wasn’t even expressing her opinions, she was simply stating facts and protecting herself. That, in the Taming of the Shrew, is something wrong to do) Your father ashamed of you because of your personality and that men never took a liking to you? That you were only considered an object to be bet on even though you are a fully-functioning human, with thoughts, emotions and feelings? That you can be starved or losing sleep at night without a care from others, not even care from your family, and have to beg your servants to give you food so you can stay alive?

Katharina faced this every. single. day since she opened her mouth and actually drop knowledge. She was considered a hinder of family fortune by her father, so he wouldn’t treat her equal to Bianca, her oh-so-perfect sister. Bianca, watching her father’s attitude towards her older sister as she grew, would, of course, think it wouldn’t be a problem to diss Katharina. Same goes for the serfs in the house. Katharina was a victim of constant bullying throughout her whole life, who could blame her if she lashed back at those who tried to hurt her? Then she got married to Petruchio, a man she instantly despised as soon as she met him (for good reason!), and was treated even lowlier than a beggar. Sure she had clothes to wear, but that was all she got. Everything she faced in her marriage was abuse and humiliation. No one would be able to take it, however, who could she, Katharina the “Shrew”, possibly turn to? In the end, through all the layers of hurt, she was forced to succumb.

I can’t call this article an analyse since everything I just wrote was laid down clearly in the story. The Taming of the Shrew was a piece telling the world how absolutely helpless women were to men. Women don’t have freedom of speech, they will always remain damsels in distress, so don’t you even think that women can rise up from this shaming role. Yet, this piece was written during the Renaissance, gender roles weren't treated fairly back then. But damn! It’s the 21st century, 2017, right here, right now! And people, women included, still treat this as one of the best pieces written by Shakespeare?

The Taming of the Shrew is a tragedy, a tragedy claiming that it’s a-ok to destroy a woman completely.

#just a rant #i posted this on femnet too #feminism #whispers of stories #shakespeare #literature #femnet #writing #non-fanfiction #article

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femnet · 7 years ago

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I have always been a Shakespeare lover since I’m really into English Literature, but if you ask me if there are any of those tales I dislike, it would be the Taming of the Shrew. When my English teacher introduced me to this story, she told me it was amazing. Me being me, I grabbed the book immediately on some online shop. As I read on, the content started terrifying me more and more and in the end, I had to rant to my friends how absolutely horrifying the story was.

As some may know, the story starts with two sisters, Katharina who is the elder, and Bianca. Now Bianca has tons of suitors for her hand since she’s kind and gentle and tender and fragile, basically a doll. Katharina, on the other hand, is described as having an ungoverned temper and a hot, angry tongue. She is the so-called “shrew” in the story, just because she speaks her mind, and actually knows how to debate. Men are afraid of her, so she wouldn’t be getting married anytime soon. However, according to tradition, the eldest child must marry first before the second does, and therefore Katharina’s father is miserable that Bianca couldn’t get married. (Yes, the backstory is long but important, sorry!)

So this guy named Petruchio walks up to Katharina’s father Baptista and claims that he could “tame” Katharina. Their father is happy and agrees. In order to fulfil his promise, Petruchio acts crazy in the wedding, shaming Katharina. He refuses to provide her food nor clean clothes when she doesn’t obey but using the excuse of love. Since Katherina doesn’t want to die of hunger and wants to go see her poor excuse of a father, she eventually obeys everything her hubby says. Here’s the exact dialogue of how extreme the abuse is:

PETRUCHIO

I say it is the moon.

KATHARINA

I know it is the moon.

PETRUCHIO

Nay, then you lie: it is the blessed sun.

KATHARINA

Then, God be bless’d, it is the blessed sun: But sun it is not, when you say it is not; And the moon changes even as your mind. What you will have it named, even that it is; And so it shall be so for Katharina.

Katharina faced all this mistreating just because Petruchio wanted to win a bet.

And this, my dear readers, have been considered comedy for ages.

Her father was ashamed of her because of her personality and that men never took a liking to her. Katharina was only considered an object to be bet on even though she was a fully-functioning human, with thoughts, emotions and feelings. She was forced to be starved or not sleep at night without a care from others, not even care from her family. She had to beg her servants to give her food so she could stay alive.

Katharina faced this every single day since she opened her mouth and actually dropped knowledge. She was considered a hinder of family fortune by her father, so he wouldn’t treat her equal to Bianca, her oh-so-perfect sister. Bianca, watching her father’s attitude towards her older sister as she grew, would, of course, think it wouldn’t be a problem to diss Katharina. Same goes for the servants in the house. Katharina was a victim of constant bullying throughout her whole life, who could blame her if she lashed back at those who tried to hurt her? Then she got married to Petruchio, a man she instantly despised as soon as she met him (for good reason!), and was treated even lowlier than a beggar. Sure she had clothes to wear, but that was all she got. Everything she faced in her marriage was abuse and humiliation. No one would be able to take it, however, who could she, Katharina the “Shrew”, possibly turn to? In the end, through all the layers of hurt, she was forced to succumb.

I can’t call this an analytical article since everything I just wrote was laid down clearly in the story. The Taming of the Shrew was a piece telling the world how absolutely helpless women were to men. Women don’t have freedom of speech, they will always remain damsels in distress, so don’t you even think that women can rise up from this shaming role. Yet, this piece was written during the Renaissance, gender roles weren’t treated fairly back then. But damn! It’s the 21st century, 2017, right here, right now! And people, women included, still treat this as one of the best pieces written by Shakespeare?

The Taming of the Shrew is a tragedy, a tragedy claiming that it’s a-ok to destroy a woman completely.

#shakespere #literature #by katie #media #december 2017

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Fate is a bitch - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warning : I was drunk when I wrote this, just coming back from a friend place...I drunk two beers, and that’s enough for me to get drunk, how weak am I right ? It’s because I never drink...Anyway, that’s why this fic is shittier than usually blahblahblah it’s all fun and game until blahblahblah I thought about not writing this and posting it, but then I promised two stories for tonight so still did it and I’m an idiot yes thank you very much. Look how great Bruce looks down there. Damn hottie. DAAAAAAMN HOTTIE.

Decided to group two requests, because the two together inspired me. So here for a shy reader, newly a Justice League member, intimidated by the Bat. As usual, feedbacks are very welcome, hope you’ll like it :

PART TWO

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Destiny.

You strongly believed in Destiny.

No matter what people could say, how many arguments against it they had, and how much they were sceptic about it...it wouldn’t change your mind. You strongly believed in Destiny.

Because it was impossible only coincidences brought you were you were now...in the Justice League’s headquarters !

It wasn’t a coincidence that your path crossed Billy Batson’s, aka Shazam, one of the most powerful superhero in the World (though he was barely ten years old), and that you ended up adopting him.

It wasn’t a coincidence that you so happen to be a meta-human too, being able to manipulate the four elements.

It wasn’t a coincidence that your son got noticed by the Justice League, nor was it a coincidence either that soon, the leaguers discovered he was only a ten year old boy in the body of a grown ass man (when he used his powers) and therefor, discovered that he had a mom...you. Who almost grilled Superman because you thought he wanted to hurt your boy.

You believe strongly in Destiny, because hell, if all those chain of events were just coincidental, then wow...It just didn’t make sense. It was just too good to be true you know ? From your first meeting with four years old Billy to now, sitting in the League’s headquarter, in fucking Space !

The first one you met was Batman, and damn that guy was intimidating...But when he spoke to you, and when he congratulated you to have raised such a good boy as Billy, something weird happened in your heart.

At first, you pegged it for a stupid teenage like crush. Like the slight infatuation you’d have on the most popular boy in school, or on a teacher, knowing damn well you’d never have a chance with them. But then...Then it was more than that. The more you saw and talked to him, the more you had...feelings stirring in your belly and such.

Destiny. You strongly believed in it.

So, when you started to fall for the Bat, you decided it was also Destiny...Only, sometimes fate could be a bitch, and would destin you to be a sad miserable human being. Because there was absolutely NO chance that you’d ever get with a guy like Batman, he was way out of your league.

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The first thing that made you like him, was the way he defended your son against the other Leaguers. They wanted him out of the league because he was but a ten year old child but...He already proved he was capable of handling himself, and even more importantly, of saving a lot of lives ! So what was the big deal ?

Batman was the only one defending your son, and he was also the only one that needed to, as he convinced everyone. When you thanked him, he just told you it was normal, there wasn’t anything to thank him for.

The second thing that made you slowly fall in love with him, was the way he seemed genuinely worried about everyone’s well being. Some of the Leaguers thought he was an emotionless man, but they couldn’t be more wrong. Whenever someone was hurt, he took it as a personal mistake. He threw himself in front of people to save them more times than you could count. He always made sure everyone was alright, even if it meant him not being ok...He was the most compassionate man you ever met. And he was really only a man. No powers. How impressive was that ?

The third thing that drove you crazy, and you felt a bit vain for that but, oh well, whatever...was his body. His body was ridiculous. The dude worked out a lot. And his voice, oh god his voice (when he didn’t have the modulator on), it was amazing. Deep and soft at the same time.

The fourth thing that made you want to crash your lips on his was...as oddly as it sounded, his conversation. He was the first one to talk to you when you arrived in the League, and he made sure you felt comfortable. He made sure the look other leaguers gave you (after all, you were letting your ten year old child roamed Earth and Space freely...but Hell, that kid was one of the most powerful being in the universe, if he could save life, shouldn’t he do it ?!) didn’t make you feel bad...Besides, he too let his children, quite young, out int he street to fight crime. He understood. The conversation always flooded so well between the two of you, it was almost crazy. You knew it was in your head, but you felt like a special connection was being webbed between the two of you...After all, it seemed you were the only one he really talked to like that. But no. That was probably in your head.

The fifth...Oh forget it. There was so many reasons you slowly started to fall for the Batman, that listing them all would take ages. He was everything you liked in a guy. Even his broody and aloof side was appealing to you. Because just like him, you were highly introverted, and sometimes, you just needed to be alone...so far, everyone you ever dated did not understand that, and whenever you asked for some “alone time”, they took it the wrong way and ended up resenting you, and therefor, breaking up with you...

Besides, it wasn’t easy to find someone as a single mother...But; didn’t Batman had like, ten children or something ? Maybe he’d understand...You shook your head. You needed to STOP thinking about him. You had absolutely no chance. It was quite clear that he did not want a relationship.

Still, sometimes, you found yourself just staring at him when you knew he wasn’t looking, and thinking about how it could be, to date him...Billy was getting along pretty well with Damian...

But there was no way in hell that you'd ever be brave enough to make a move, the man was too damn intimidating. Even sometimes when you two spoke, even if the subject was light or silly, he would still keep his composure and his stoic tone and...Well. Yes. Intimidating was a great word to describe his overall behavior.

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-Say, mom. You have a thing for older guys, right ?

-I totally have a thing for older guys. And it’s not an appropriate subject to talk with my ten year old son.

-No but, hear me out ok ? Besides, I’m in my adult form right now, which makes it ok right ?

You had to give it to your boy, his logic was flawless. Well, almost flawless, because even if he looked like he was in his thirties, you knew he was way younger...But you’d hear him out, because it was always interesting to hear him talk about what he was thinking and all. He always had rather...interesting and special inputs on life. So you turned to him, and, going on your tip-toes to ruffle his hair (seriously, you hated his adult form), you nodded for him to continue.

-Well, Damian...you know Damian, Robin. Batman’s son. Yeah you know right ? Ok cool. Well Damian and I were talking about how you and his dad were getting along so well ok ?

You blushed. What ? If ten year old boys picked up on it then...You shook your head. No. Batman wouldn’t waste his time on this kind of thoughts.

-Where are you going with this Billy ?

-Well, Batman is quite older than you. From what Damian said, he’s about twelve years older so...You dig him right ?

-...This isn’t how it works my boy.

-But, you like older guys ?

-I do.

-So you like Batman !

-I don’t like every men that are older than me !

-Oh ?

-No Billy. What the Hell ?

-So...You don’t like Batman.

-No, I do like him.

-Really ! That’s great because...

-...As a friend ! I like him as a Friend ! Hell, I don’t even know who he is in real life.

-Yes you do, I bet you figured it out.

-Maybe.

-You know it’s Bruce Wayne don’t you ?

-What if I do ?

-Mom, you can fool a lot of people but not me. I know you’re smarter than you let people think, because you love when people underestimate you and all of a sudden they’re impressed because you’re way better than they thought you were.

-...What are you, my shrink or something ?

-My point is. You know who he is, he’s older, you think he’s hot...

-Wow wow wow, I never said I thought he was hot !

-Mom, I heard you whispering it to yourself that time he came back wounded and had to take his chest armor off.

-Oh...You sneaky bastard.

-I’m pretty sure that’s not how you’re suppose to speak to your own son...

-It’s how I’m suppose to speak to my snake of a son who always get up in my business ! Curiosity killed he cat Billy !

-Well I’m not a cat so it doesn’t matter !

-I don’t even understand where you wanna go with all this !

-I was just wondering if you liked Batman !

-I do ! As a friend. And...?

-You do ?

-I do !

-Great, because him and Damian invited us over for dinner tomorrow night !

-WHAT ?!

-I already said yes. Now we have to go. We’re totally going to try to set you two up with Dams by the way, so be ready. Don’t blush too much alright ?

-....You little...

-I’m recording you right now mom, if you insult me I’ll call social services.

-You think you’re funny don’t you ?

-DAMN HILARIOUS !

Ignoring your heart racing like crazy just at the thought of going to have dinner at Bruce Wayne’s house, you grab your son (still in his grown ass man form) and tackle him down, tickling him mercilessly...Of course, because he’s so much bigger than you, it ends with a bloody nose for you, and a very sorry kiddo that order take out from your favorite restaurant, and puts on your favorite film.

Oh that kid knew you too well.

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Destiny.

You strongly believed in Destiny.

But sometimes, fate could be a bitch, and right now, your son’s hand (a child once again) in yours, you could have punch it if it was a person.

Oh god, you’d punch fate in the face so much.

Fuck you fate, why did you have to be such a bitch ? Why did you have to drag (Y/N) all the way in front of the house of the guy she had a massive crush on but knew she’d never have a chance with ? WHY ?

You were pondering all of that yourself, when an older man open the door of the massive Wayne Manor (you felt so ridiculous, coming here with your old shitty cars that was such a wreck that most of it was held by duck tape).

-Good evening, I am Alfred Pennyworth, Mr. Wayne’s butler. I suppose you are Lady (Y/L/N), young mister Billy’s mother ?

-Yes. Hum...Nice to...meet you...Sorry I don’t know the protocol to...

-Oh do not worry Lady (Y/L/N), no protocol between us. You can call me Alfred, they all do. Now if you would please follow me. Oh by the way young mister Billy, thank you for the birthday card, Master Damian gave it to me, it was very...inventive.

-Thanks ! I knew you’d like the dragons !

You took a look at your son, and how excited he was (lately, he spent A LOT of times in the Wayne Manor, with Damian and Jon, Superman’s son), and at Alfred, who smiled warmly to himself...You were so proud to have a kid as nice as your Billy. Wherever he went, you always had compliment about his behavior...You had absolutely no idea how he became such a respectable young boy, when you spent most of your time swearing like a sailor and all...But it was great.

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You rarely saw the bat without his cowl, but hot damn. You recognized his square jaw and lips that looked so damn kissable and...his eyes were wonderful. So blue. And he had amazing jet black hair, combed thoroughly.

He was waiting with his sons in the dining room, and jumped up his chair (while his sons were snickering at him) when you and Billy came in.

-(Y/N) ! Hi. I...I...What are you doing here ?

Oh God. That was awkward.

-Hum...My son he...Said...your son and you invited us for dinner ?

-Oh...yeah...We did...I just thought...I just thought only Billy would come, for some reasons.

-I’m sorry. If I’m intruding I can go, I...

-Oh no no no. Sorry to be so rude, it’s just ...A surprised. A pleasant one.

He smiles at you, and it seems like a genuine smile, not the fake one he sometimes give his fellow leaguers, or the half-smirk he has often. It troubles you...because damn why do you like that guy so much ?

He smiles at you but...Oh the entire dinner is awkward. Fortunately, Bruce’s older sons ask you a lot of questions, and talk to you, because Bruce do not utter another word after he said it was pleasant for you to be here. What the hell right ? But what did you expect ? He was always like that. He rarely made connection, and wasn’t even expecting you to be here. It’s not because he talks to you when you’re on a job that he’d want to see you in his every day life...

He just doesn’t speak. Sometimes, he stares at you for a while, or peaks up from his plate when he thinks you’re not looking. He keeps glaring at his youngest son, and the way Dick, Jason and Tim look at him curiously is...Weird. Damian keeps making innuendos about how you and Bruce are very much like each other and...

He leaves before dessert, and the sorry look your son gives you is enough for you to elect yourself as the “biggest looser of the year”. If even a ten year old boy pitted you, well hell, that was something...

You knew it anyway. You didn’t expect much of the dinner (that was a lie, you had an entire scenario ready in your life, ending up with you and Bruce sneaking out in the garden to make out...). Batman was...a colleague. That was nice enough to let you into his own personal home. Granted, it was because your son was a very good friend of his but...Yeah. You don’t know what you were expecting really.

Bruce Wayne was way out of your league.

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You don’t go up in the Justice League headquarters for the next two months. You don’t want to see Batman, not before you’re over him. Not before you stop crushing on him...And you realize that it’s not just a crush. You’re in love. Fuck.

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Your son tells you Batman is asking after you, but you can’t trust the boy. Him and Damian are getting so well along, that they both decided to set you up together...but so far, their attempt was a big failure. It ended up with either Bruce just leaving without a word, off to go things that were actually important, or you making a fool out of yourself.

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As you’re saving the World with the League for the hundredth time, Clark corners you to ask you what was going on, why you weren’t coming up anymore...and if it was Bruce’s fault.

You tell him you’re fine, you’re just not a fan of space. And it’s not Bruce’s fault, why would it be ? You don’t like the look Superman is giving you, and you remind yourself of talking to Billy when getting home, because you’re pretty sure your son is spreading some rumors about you and the Bat.

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You don’t make it home that day. Distracted by thoughts of Bruce and your unexplainable strong attraction to him, even though you know you have no chance, you don’t notice the enemy...You hear your son’s manly voice (powered up, adult form) as you feel an unbearable pain in your chest. What is that thing sticking out of between your boobs ? Did...Did something just pierced your body ? You feel someone’s strong arms catching you before you fall to the floor, and everything goes dark.

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When you wake up, your boy is sleeping in your bed, next to you, curled up against your side...and it looks kinda weird because he’s in his adult form.

But he’s not alone in the room. In a chair at the foot of your bed, Damian is sleeping tightly too, a blanket with batman symbols on it over him.

And...Next to you, on a hospital chair, is Bruce.

What...What was he doing here ?

You stir in your bed, trying to sit up. It doesn’t even wake Billy up, damn your boy must be exhausted. Damian doesn’t budge either...It wakes Bruce up however, and when his eyes meet yours, his harsh features soften, his creased eye brows rise in relief, and a small smile tug at his lips.

-You’re awake.

He says weakly, clearly lacking sleep too.

-I am.

Your voice is hoarse, and dry, and it hurts when you speak.

-What...What happened ?

-You got stabbed. By a sword. A very big sword. You’re lucky to be alive.

-...When ?

-You don’t remember ?

-I’m not sure...

-Almost three months ago.

-I’ve been out for three months ?!

You try not to raise your voice, as to not wake the kids but...three months ?

-Yes. You scared your boy.

You look at Billy tenderly, and push away some strand of his hair out of his face.

-Poor kid...He already went through a lot...I take it, if you’re here, it’s because you took care of him ?

-Yes. He’s...him and Jon are Damian’s best friends. I couldn’t leave him alone.

-Thank you. Really Bru...Batman, thank you.

-We might be in the hospital wing of the League’s headquarter, but as you can see, i’m not wearing my costume. So please, call me Bruce.

-Thanks Bruce.

-You’re very welcome. You’d do the same for me.

-Of course.

An awkward silence ensue...It’s nice that he took care of your son, but you kinda want him to leave, because it’s...it’s just too painful. Seeing him here makes you hope he’s not there just because of your son, and hoping is bad. You learned that the hard way.

None of your relationship ever ended well. You were unlucky in love. Fate was a bitch on the matter, you learned to accept it...but if Bruce was there...You just wished he’d leave.

He was looking at you intensely, and it made you shiver. He probably didn’t mean it, but right now, you found him more intimidating than ever.

-Well...You...You can go now. I’m ok. A bit groggy but, ok. I can take care of him.

-I’m sure you can but...If you don’t mind, I’ll stay.

-I do mind actually.

You speak before you can think, and immediately regret it. Especially since Bruce, for a fraction of second, looked hurt by your reaction.

-I mean...I’m ok. You can just...Go on with your activities.

-It’s the middle of the day. I often work just at nights.

-I bet you have plenty of things to do though.

-But this is more important.

-Stop it please. Just stop it.

-What ? What did I do ?

-You...you...Just go.

-Why ?

-Leave.

-I won’t go until you tell me why.

It was weird, having an argument with someone while you could only whisper (again, not wanting to wake up the boys). And...What was he doing ? Why wouldn’t he just leave ?

-I don’t have to tell you why.

-Then I won’t go.

-You’re infuriating Bruce.

-Does it have something to do with you not coming up the space station those last six months ?

-What ?

-I couldn’t help but notice your absence. Usually, like me, you’d be up there almost every day.

-Well, sorry to have a life...Wait, no, that sounded rude...Please just leave.

-Again, not until you tell me why.

-Stubborn bastard.

-You couldn’t be more correct my dear.

The way he calls you “dear” makes your heart flutter...but you know it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a way of speaking. You make one last attempt at driving him away, because you’re not sure you can handle much more of this :

-Bruce. I beg you. Just leave me alone.

-I will, promise. I’d even never cross your pass ever again if you wish, and apparently, you wish to...Like, I can't help but think I’m the reason you don’t come up here anymore. So please, tell me what I did wrong.

-You didn’t do anything wrong.

-Then why do you want me to leave ?

-Alright ! Fine. You wanna know why ? Here’s why : For some reason, I’m attracted to you. I don’t know why I instantly felt drawn to you, but I did. I’m attracted to you in so many ways. And yes, I didn’t come up in the space station for a while because I was avoiding you, because I know you’re not interested, it’s not your thing, and especially not with me. So please, leave, because...because I’m...I’m in love with you. And seeing you here gives me false hope. Please. Just go. Because I know there’s no way you love me, or even like me...Right ?

You hate the fact that there’s hints of hope in your voice...You feel pathetic.

Especially since Bruce looks at you, his face emotionless...Or almost. Because, aren’t the corner of his mouth trying not to twitch up right now ?

-I’m sorry to tell you that but...

Your heart stop. Of course. Of course you’d have no chance. He was about to break your heart, right there, right now.

-You are extremely dense.

You’re stunned. Dense ? That’s...That’s not what you were expecting.

“Dense”. How rude.

-What a...shitty way of rejecting someone.

-Who says I’m rejecting you ?

-..You’re not ?

-I’m not.

-...Why ?

-Because for some reason, I’m attracted to you too. Except that I know why. It’s because you’re passionate, compassionate, the way you raise your son is amazing and impressive, he’s really a nice young man. You’re beautiful too, hope it doesn’t sound too vain of me to say so. When you’re around, my..uh..I’m not good with words, but basically, my heart races, and I can’t stop it. I tried. But I can’t. And it’s not that relationship do not interest me, it’s just...I don’t always have time for them, and I never met anyone who understood that. But you do. We often talked about that. The truth is, I’m tired of being alone. Of having no one to understand me, confort me...To listen to my cheesy declaration of love. Sorry for the cheesiness by the way. And besides, Damian...Damian actually convinced me to confront you about all of this, he’s the reason I’ve been pushing you right now to tell me why you wanted me to leave. He thinks...He thinks we’d be a good match.

-Smart boy.

-I thought so too.

Natural. That’s how it feels between the two of you. Just...natural. As if you were handmade for each others. It’s very weird and confusing. But sometimes, weird and confusing is good.

-After, I’ll tell you why I fell in love with you. But right now, I’m just gonna kiss you alright ?

-I’m good with that. Just...I love you too (Y/N).

It was all so casual. All so normal. As if you two told each other a million times before that you loved each other, as if you were already an old couple. As if...As if it was Destiny for the two of you to end up together. As if from the moment you found a four year old Billy down the metro station, it was all written somewhere that you’d end up here. In Bruce Wayne’s arms. With his tongue in your mouth and your arms around his neck.

You always strongly believed in destiny...There was just no way all the things that happened in your life to lead you here were just coincidences, you...A very manly and excited voice suddenly yelled, from the corner of the room :

-YES ! NOW I’M REALLY A BAT-SON ! Haha, get it, cause my last name is Batson ?

-It’s not funny if you explain it Billy...

You and Bruce turned around to be faced by both your young sons (one of whom was in his adult form, and was...dancing a happiness dance ?) The fit of laughter that took over you two was legendary.

PS : Next time I write something drunk, please, tell me to fuck off. BECAUSE THIS IS TERRIBLE ! Tomorrow, I’m gonna read it and be like : “Wow what, why did I write that ?” and erase everything. Maybe rewriting it someday. OH MY GOD SHIT.

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Lunarly is the self-care box for people who are into crystals

I am not good at self-care.

That's not to say that I'm not good at performing self-care. I will never turn down a chance to slap on a sheet mask, Instagram a dissolving bath bomb, and precariously balance my laptop on the closed toilet to hate-watch The Bachelor. Aside from my tendency to consume Flaming Hot Cheetos for breakfast, I'm pretty good at taking care of my body.

But when it comes to mental health, that all kind of goes out the window.

Relaxing isn't my forte. Whenever I attempt a "self-care" night, I find myself fidgeting in a tub of glittery bathwater, waiting for enough time to pass for me to be able to justify spending upwards of $8 on being pastel human soup. Meditation is exhausting — how are you supposed to empty your mind when there's so damn much to think about? And while I've become that person who lives in L.A. and got into the habit of daily yoga, I spend a lot of it anxiously planning out my day instead of paying attention to my breathing.

Which is where Lunarly's subscription box comes in. The self-care box's website advertises "learning the art of self-care," and a monthly subscription offers members a plant, a notebook and stickers, and a handful of curated "wellness products." Its mission is to encourage subscribers to "set intentions" as a way to live for mindfully.

Launched in the summer of 2018, Lunarly is the brainchild of BuzzFeed and Scotts Miracle-Gro. According to Bloomberg, the collaboration was an effort to advertise gardening to young people.

SEE ALSO: The Sill's plant delivery service will convince you of your own green thumb

Basically, taking care of yourself — even if it's with the help of an aesthetically-curated marketing tactic — is in right now. But is paying $40 a month worth it?

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The Sap Moon Box

Each box corresponds with the new moon; the Lunarly website says that at the beginning of the moon cycle, subscribers are supposed to set their intentions and figure out how to live better.

"The full moon marks the culmination of your chosen affirmation and is as crucial to intention setting as the new moon," the FAQ states.

I don't consider myself a crystal kind of person, but I can comfortably say I'm crystal-adjacent. By that, I mean that I own a salt lamp because I think it looks nice, I keep Co—Star notifications on, and I have perused the stands dotting the Pacific Coast Highway that sell sage bundles and mango boxes. While I appreciate the aesthetics of it all, I can't imagine taking any of it seriously.

But I'm willing to give it a try.

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March's box corresponds to the "Sap Moon." A card included in the box says the moon was named for "the unfolding of the world beginning to melt and move," after sap from maple trees begins to flow. OK.

This month's box includes a spider plant, a bar of lemongrass sage soap, a bag of incense pyramids, a rock, the standard notebook and stickers, and a mushroom-ginger-green tea "drink."

The plant

Lunarly's plant was by far the biggest disappointment in the box, but that was mostly my fault — the box was delivered on a Friday when I was on vacation, and I didn't free the poor spider plant from its cardboard prison until Monday morning. By the time I finally gave it some water and fresh air, half of it was wilted.

This plant was ... a little rough.

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This is what the plant is supposed to look like, according to images provided by Lunarly. Look at how lush my plant could have been!

Beautiful! Lush! This is what my plant could have looked like.

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The spider plant perked up considerably after a few days in the sunlight on the ledge of my apartment's patio, and even made a new snail friend. I did really like that Lunarly sent a pet-safe plant — something my asshole cat (coincidentally named Lunar!) took advantage of the second I looked away.

New snail friend!

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My very rude cat was a fan of the pet-safe plant.

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Let this be a warning: If you're going to subscribe to Lunarly, open it RIGHT AWAY. I do wonder how the plants would survive being delivered in the middle of the summer or during a winter cold snap. Luckily Los Angeles is relatively temperate in late February/early March, so I'm pretty sure that if I had freed the plant the day it was delivered instead of letting it suffocate for a weekend, it would have looked less pathetic.

Incense cones

This month's box also included a full-size package of Reverse Karma Pyramid Incense Cones, which run for $8.95 for seven cones online. It was listed under "Restore" on the list of products that came with the box.

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Lunarly's description said the cones' "dreamy scent, released with fire," would "invoke clear thoughts for planning the seasons ahead."

I popped one in what I hoped was a flame-proof bowl and lit it up. The card instructed me to "waft the smell of the earth to ground you during your self-care routine." I don't know if I'd describe what I felt as grounded, but the incense did smell like the Buddhist altar at my grandma's house, which was nice. Neither the product card nor Reverse Karma's website listed what the cones were made of — what if someone had allergies?

I'm also wary of Reverse Karma. Its items have names like "Sage That Sh*t" (sage bundles for nearly $12) and "Stay Lit" (incense sticks), there's something culturally appropriative-ish about the whole brand. They're not explicitly stealing from cultures, but it all comes off as someone who went to a Southeastern Asian country once for two weeks and decided to market its traditions to millennials.

Aragonite

I literally laughed out loud when I opened the little velvet bag that held this month's crystal because it was so tiny. For the Sap Moon, Lunarly sent a nugget of aragonite, which is supposedly a "mineralized beam of light." Here it is, next to a tiny hand for scale.

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Described as "strong, but delicate, and ever moving forward," the hunk of rock is meant to remind you that "moving on is letting go." The card instructed me to try a mindfulness exercise while holding the rock, breathing deeply as I imagined light coming from the rock.

"Where does the light go?" the card asked. "Take note."

I usually dismiss crystals' healing properties, but the exercise was a chill way to avoid being on the hell that is the internet for ten minutes. Sometimes you do need a break. I wish the rock was bigger, though.

Lemongrass sage soap

This month's box also included some incredible smelling soap from Spinster Sisters Co. Its website lists the soap for $3 for a 0.9 ounce bar. It was under "Care" on the list of products that came with the box.

I would eat this if I didn't know it was soap.

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I'm not going to lie, the soap smelled delicious, like an herby lemon tart. If you told me that it was a Lara bar, I'd probably try to take a bite out of it.

While the card provided with the box suggested using the soap "often to strengthen your soul this Sap Moon," I experienced no soul strengthening. The card wasn't clear on what soul strengthening was supposed to feel like, but if it's anything like pleasantly citrus-scented hands all day, then maybe my soul was strengthened!

Mushroom Matcha drink mix

The "Care" section of the card also included Four Sigmatic's Mushroom Matcha Drink Mix, which runs a whopping $33 for a 20-serving package. The card claims that it "gets your mind moving" since it's caffeinated.

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Adhering to the package's suggestions, I mixed the matcha powder into hot water and topped it off with some oat milk and honey. It was disgusting. The additions didn't help the taste — the green tea drink tastes what I'd expect mushroom flavored La Croix to taste like. There's only a hint of mushroom, but it's somehow both unsatisfying and overpowering.

And the people around me found it repulsive, too.

My roommate, who usually enjoys the taste of dirt and regularly drinks weird herbal-infused liquors, described the tea as "how the smell of Manhattan would taste." My other roommate spat it into the sink as soon as she took a sip. We even tried to give it to my cat, who will beg for any kind of human food and regularly hunts insects, but he sniffed it and promptly walked away. This is an animal who likes to eat snails. If even he doesn't find the drink appealing, who will?

Setting intentions

The part I struggled with the most was setting intentions, mainly because I have no idea what that is in the first place.

Another card that came with the box described intentions as "values we seek to embody every day." Based on the lunar cycles, setting intentions is meant to "manifest the absolute best versions of ourselves."

"Intention setting is choosing an intention to carry with you every day," the FAQ read, which is just as helpful as describing anxiety as "when you're feeling anxious."

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Lunarly's FAQ about it wasn't clear, either. It suggested ways to set yourself up while setting intentions, with phrases like "find a peaceful place to THINK clearly" and "speak your truth." I tried it all, and I still couldn't figure out what I was supposed to be looking for.

Instead, I made a list of goals to decrease my overwhelming and constant anxiety, but I'm still not sure what an intention is. The journal and the stickers reminded me of bullet journaling, another self-care aesthetic I was enthusiastic about but wasn't able to stick to.

This notebook was a cute exercise in scrapbooking that kept me accountable. In the three days of "intention setting" I did, I felt overall less jittery and less on the verge of panic, but I think that was more from me cutting back on the sheer amount of caffeine I was consuming instead of cleansing my soul.

At the end of the day, I'm still not sure who this box is meant for. If you're just starting out in the world of mindfulness and Instagrammable spirituality, Lunarly leaves its main goal of intention setting unexplained.

If you're already well-versed in the world of pseudo-Buddhism and meditation and sage burning, then you probably know where to get incense cones that aren't $8.95 for seven and likely don't need motivational stickers that declare "Literally Plant Even" for your practice. Obviously a cute notebook won't take the place of an actual mental health professional, but I think this box would be better for beginners if it had more clear guidelines.

That's not to say that the box isn't worth it, from a monetary perspective at least. My pet peeve is when subscription boxes send tiny "sample" sizes that feel more like miniaturized clutter. I appreciate that Lunarly sent full-sized items that you'd actually use (aside from that nasty tea, but maybe someone in this vast world thinks it's tasty) instead of things that will take up space. This is not a subscription box of knick knacks you'll keep until your annual Netflix-fueled KonMari clutter sweep.

I also want to note that individually, the items in the box tally up to over $40 a month. There are plenty of things that cost $40 a month — like the time I signed up for a free trial of YouTube TV to watch the premiere of The Bachelor and forgot to cancel it once the trial was over. I'll admit that as silly as Lunarly's suggestions felt, I'd rather spend $40 on one of their boxes than on another month of hate-watching The Bachelor.

Would I actually buy a monthly subscription to Lunarly? Probably not — even if I'd choose it over The Bachelor, I think there are better ways to spend my money than on comically small rocks. There are also more effective ways to learn the art of self-care.

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A letter to a girl who wont stop smiling

Dear Girl,

When did I first meet you, I really don’t know. All I know is your always smiling. Its really distracting, in a good way.

The day I consider the first day i met you i didn’t even know your name. It was a hot sunny day and I was cursing my friend for dragging me along to the market. We were just loitering wasting time walking around and eventually out of the market. Thats when I first took notice of you, walking beside your mother. You looked familiar, that smile is not one you would let pass on crowded market or a rambunctious student lounge. Right away you were beaming at us. As you spoke I took in every word waiting and hoping for a chance to interject and join in on the banter. If I said too much i would seem too eager, too little and i would look reserved. So i waited and gave my two cents as i saw appropriate.

Soon your mother was looking for you and you had to go. to my luck we followed you around the market cracking jokes and continuing the witty banter. we got around to the dogs, dogs! the thought jumped at me. i have a dog, does she like dogs. so i asked praying that you say yes “do you like dogs” and i watched your lips part and say “yes”. Fucking perfect Im in! i reach for my phone to show you leo and describing him along the way. little did naive me know what you would say. To be completely honest i didn’t hear much but i heard enough, “my boyfriend has”. you have a boyfriend, why? well why not, the world would not be in its right mind to just let you be by yourself.

The evening was going so well but its ok I’m not too invested in you. although i must say it is a shame. you point me in the direction of food you were talking about and then your mother shows up. its time for you to leave. quick awkward introductions are exchanged and we go our separate ways. i check out the food you mentioned, its not worth the second thought anyway, you’re taken, why feign the interest. you don’t cross my mind at all until the next time i bump into you.

again there you are sitting in front of me, smiling away, even i cant help not smile. cards are being dealt and i’m just staring. if you look at me I’m caught so please don’t, you don’t. soon i have to go on the inside i am reluctant but hey, act cool. don’t let the blue bird sing.

third times the charm, we talk a lot this time we talk about your assignment, you ask me a question. i know nothing so when you’re not looking i try to sneakily try to google it so you don’t think I’m stupid. but i am caught, you’re staring at me laughing as i look up from the phone. “you looked it up?” quick don’t sound stupid she’s really cute. “how else would you learn new things” i shoot back, nice one dude way to sound like a fucking retard. you ask to use my laptop and you take it and start discussing the topic with a class mate. i am no longer of any use any way. like a lost puppy i move around and finally sit down close to you so if you were ever to look up just like a puppy i would pander to your beck and call.

the memory of you having a boyfriend is lost in a stack of metaphorical papers on a messy desk that only exists in my mind.

eventually you are done and i am given a chance to grab your attention. the girls around me want to play cards, perfect, you like playing cards. you suggest playing president. its a rather simple game you come first you’re president. you come second you’re vice president. any where in the middle you’re a commoner. finish last and you’re the bitch, have the dumb luck of fishing just before last? you are vice bitch.

i had no intention of making you my bitch, you’re far to smart and pretty for that. i do see some potential a first lady but its way too soon to tell. right now you are just an infatuation a boy has with a girl wont stop fucking smiling.

please stop smiling…. please.

you move the couch creating a circle, I bring the stool and we are ready to play. but first where do i sit… next to you of course. we sit so close our legs are touching, just like pudge i count the layers clothing between us, four. the game progress i use the excuse of teamwork to get closer to you. we talk, we joke, and we playfully prod and nudge each other.

we play for what feels like an eternity, we have been sitting together for so long my leg is sweaty i can only imagine yours is too. maybe not, maybe its just me the oxytocin seeping in to my blood stream is just increasing my temperature. there is a break in play and we are just waiting. you nudge my shoulder as if you are fluffing a pillow and rest your head.

“wow your warm and soft”.

why would you utter such words, do you know what it did to me? you don’t, because why would it carry any meaning to you. each syllable played at my heart strings.

i wanted to wait like that for longer but my dumbass had to say some thing didn’t i. “do i look like a pillow to you” you move the moment i had is lost.

i go home.

i spend the next day anxious of the night to come we are going out to drink. theres you, me, and every one else. do they have to come well if they don’t would you? ill take what i can get.

the night comes we all meet. we all drink and we laugh. you and I, we dance. i feel my self slowly get lost in the moment. we spoke about a lot of things, some heavy subjects. you saved the heaviest for last, your boyfriend. the words cut through me like bullet through water. we dance some more, well i got lost in your hands while you moved to the sound.

its dark we are in the tuk, why did i do that? thats not what i meant to do. why did i do that? whats wrong with me? why does he get down? now its only the two of us. the words we spoke are foggy but i have some recollection. you told me about your troubles with him. what comes next i remember all too clearly. we stop a little ways before our destination and walk. as i walk i tell you, i pour everything out like a bottle thats fallen over.

“i like you, i really do like you alot”- i’m sorry

“i have never felt this way about a girl since my ex” - i’m sorry

“but you have a boyfriend ” - i’m sorry

“if you could give me the chance i would make you the happiest girl” -i’m so sorry

all you can say is “aww you are so sweet”

dont say that.

stop smiling, you really need to work on that.

we agree to be friends, albeit a hollow promise on both ends. i feel guilty for what i did. i asked to hold your hand, i feel guilty because you held mine. for me i was holding the hand of the girl who had my heart. you held the drunken hand of child, yet you held it and i cherished it. thank you but i am so sorry.

the night ends like that.

i’m so sorry, i wish i could take everything back. i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry times a million.

the next morning you have sent me a snap, it jogs my memory and i apologize. i crossed a line i never should have. i feel the weight of my actions rest upon my shoulders as the day goes on. i feel worse, what have i done why did i do that, what is wrong with me.

i’m sorry.

its now been two days and my penance has not been payed, i continued to dwell on this. it eats at me, destroying me. please i beg,”please let me erase what i have done”. i can’t thats not how life works, its never that easy.

that night i don’t sleep, i don’t sleep one bit.

i go to school early the next day and i am hit with karma. on the way you send me a snap that you are there early as well. of all days today you come early. i ignore you except for a reply saying hi. you never look at it and i hope you never do. maybe i should send you a text, formerly say sorry and explain myself but as i go to text you i see it. its you and him happy as a kite. it hurts so fucking bad so bad. that drives the message to me clearly i have no place in your life.

again, i’m sorry.

i’m really really sorry.

its not fair to ask me you to stop smiling.

i like you, it hurts, its not your fault but my factions have put that on your shoulders.

now every time is see you my heart quakes, my knees go weak. i lose all rationality in my mind and just want to run. i haven’t felt this in such a long time that it feels alien, i get sacred. i’m so scared to face you, i am afraid you will smile at me but i’m more afraid that you will never look at me ever again. why should you, you don’t need to. you have all you need in front of you, you love him. for me to go against that is like to go against the Persian army, but in the stead of three hundred men there is just one, one fool.

when the fight or flight response kicks in all i can do is take flight. with my tail between my legs i will run. You make my heart do things, that my uncle, a cardiologist, cannot begin to explain. i am a coward, that has no strength to face you. i don’t want to hurt you anymore than i already have. i can only imagine the burden i placed on you with such a selfish self centered act. i hope that one day you can look back and forgive a fool like me.

i can hope that i lessen the predicament i placed you in by saying that it was never you. you never did anything wrong, if you could go back don’t change a thing about you or what you did. it was all my fault, i’m supposed to be an adult who should be in control of my self.

i wish i could redo this,

my sincerest apologies,

the boy that fell for your smile.

Poisoned Ink by Emmerson Grin

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