#thank u sandwich ilu

[khattikeri]

9 ppl to get to know better

ty for the tag @adangersandwich! doing this now that i have my new laptop ahlkdsfjklsd

1. three ships: me realizing that i prefer platonic/It's Complicated duos WAY more than romantic ships... lol. i don't really write fic for these three but i do adore them romantically

hua cheng/xie lian (heaven official's blessing) chaerin eun/jihyeon jung (surviving romance) yuzuki seo/hirotaka wakamatsu (gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun)

2. first ever ship: i don't remember. really i don't. probably danny/sam from danny phantom or beast boy/raven from teen titans '03...?

3. last song: this cover of S.C.R.E.AM. by DYES IWASAKI (link opens to youtube)

4. last film: rewatch of the first jurassic park movie w eden!

5. currently reading: mdzs novels! i finished tgcf and now i'm about to start mdzs vol 2 :D<

6. currently watching: honestly nothing lol. the older i get the less patience i have for anime or live action shows...

7. currently consuming: glass of water ^-^

8. currently craving: honestly. boba :3

tag nine ppl - (pls don't feel obligated to do this + if you aren't tagged n still want to do this go for it!)

@deeperspacenine @mychemikuromance @your-jellyfish-senpai @landofplagueandlullabies @thegoodkindoftrash @nightowlfury @mush-rook @heartablazed @buried-stars

[totheblood]

Hi, can you do hc’s of ellie having a crush on/dating a friendly and outgoing girl ❤️

a/n: hey, im taking time today to get to my inbox and write for ellie my beloved… i feel a lot more confident now given that i am just ab finished with part one of the game but still, reserving my time for writing! so send requests, i have a few but still 🫣 anyways, thank u anon ilu

ellie is such an ambivert so whenever she’s around someone more introverted she’s determined to pull them out of their shell, but when she’s around you, an obvious extrovert, she can feel herself drawing inwards

she first noticed you on her first day in jackson and found herself dumbstruck as she watched you tell what seemed like an interesting story to a group of people your age. they all seemed so entranced, and ellie couldn’t lie, she was too.

she felt like such a stalker after that day, writing down your name in her journal with small doodles of your face and side profile. the way you so effortlessly drew people in, how you made everyone feel welcome and included, everything about you left her in a daze.

quickly after arriving she fell in with dina and her group of friends so she would find herself sneaking out at night to drink and play games in dina’s basement.

to her suprise, you were there. not to her suprise, you were there with a guy, and whatever hope she had of ever being with you was crushed. you didn’t even look like you liked the guy, she thought, as she watched you subtly push his hand away from your face.

later that night ellie cornered dina to ask her about you, the one drink in her system showing itself suddenly.

“what do you know about yn?”

dina snorted. “what, do you have a crush on her?” it was meant to be a joke, at this point ellie had not made it clear that she was into girls, but when dina saw the way her face faltered she completely changed her tune.

“oh shit, you do!”

“shut up, i do not.”

“well, get in line.”

“you have a cr-?” ellie was confused.

“what?! no, but practically every guy here does, she never pays them any mind though.” she said gesturing to you, again as you looked completely uninterested in the guy in front of you.

“oh.” was all ellie could say.

from that day on she interacted with you infrequently, occasionally having short conversations with you during class where her cheeks would burn a bright red whenever you laughed

plus, her crush went away for a while when she had a fling with cat. but as soon as that was over she was right back to stealing glances at you at community events

so here she was, harboring a four year crush on someone who didn’t even know who she was, it felt pathetic

it all came to a head when she started getting assignments around the town and was paired with you in the stables

she was shocked when you greeted her with a wide smile on your face

“hey! ellie, right?”

“yeah,” ellie let out a breathless laugh “you know my name?”

“town’s not that big, ellie.” you laughed as you watched her cheeks grow red like they always did when she spoke to you

since you could talk to a brick wall it was no shocker that you and ellie talked throughout your entire assignment

everytime elle would make you laugh she would feel so accomplished even though a part of her knew you were just being nice

after that day ellie practically begged maria to put her on the stables with you, even going as far as to say she would take two assignments a day if she just got to do the one with you

you were so good at making her feel comfortable, and a part of her felt like you were flirting with her half the time, but her insecurities got the best of her

soon enough you were inviting ellie everywhere… to secret parties, to show her a flower you found growing behind the stables, and even just to get a sandwich with you at the tipsy bison

ellie knew that you were nowhere close to hers but she couldn’t help but get jealous when she would see how well you interacted with others… she knew it was your nature but it still burned

whenever she would see you laugh a little too hard at a joke she wanted to turn around and throw up, but she didn’t… the sound of your laughter was peace enough

one night she decided to walk you home and after she had finished saying good bye you reached up and kissed her

she was so dumbstruck that she just stared at you, and how beautiful your eyes looked with the snow catching on your eyelashes. she was so wrapped up in your beauty and by the taste of your lips still on hers that she didn’t even recognize the horror that was painted so clearly over your face

“shit.. ellie i am so sorry, i don’t know why i did that. i thought there was something between us but i so clearly misread that and i shouldn’t have assumed just because of cat that you would like me. god i feel so dumb especially since this has happened to me where people think just because i’m nice to them they can kiss me or something but i should have nev-“

you were cut off by ellie pressing her lips to yours again, her hand gripping the back of your head

you couldn’t tell how long you had been kissing but when she pulled away her lips were swollen and you were dizzy

“you didn’t misread anything.”

“obviously.” you laughed.

after that the little invites you gave ellie began to feel more and more like dates, especially since they almost always ended with your hands down her pants

when you became official, ellie knew she had to find a way to be secure with you

she knew you wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, but it wasn’t you she didn’t trust. it was the people who often took advantage your kindness

so she would be extremely protective over you, everytime you two were at a party together she would have her arm wrapped around your waist, her fingers brushing the top of your hip

she would occasionally pull you in for a sloppy kiss whenever she would notice someone staring at you for too long. even though she hated PDA she felt it was necessary when being with you so people knew exactly who you were with

even though it made her nervous she would never ask you to change. it was just who you were and it was one of the things that made her fall for you in the first place.

whenever you would get antsy at a party because you wanted to go and talk to large groups of people she would gently push you towards them with a “go fly, my little social butterfly.”

she was more than happy to take a backseat and watch you thrive

[spiriituma]

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[couriersiccs]

Pass the happy! When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! 💙

BITCHHHH thank u ilu <3 the 5 things ARE: 1) [PBS Announcement Voice] Friends like you! 2) aminals 3) the combination of coffee & oui’d 4) writing and drawing even if no one sees it 5) Poor Man’s Chicken & Waffle Sandwich (i.e. frozen chicken patty (or two) between two buttermilk eggo’s yeehaw)

if anyone hasn’t listed things that made them happy today, i recommend it, you can lie and say i tagged you and it’ll be SO valid i prommy

[temarisnara]

Temari, Shikamaru, Neji, Rock Lee

god this is my THIRD ATTEMPT TO DO THIS SO IM DOING IT IN WORDS DOC

temari

favorite thing about them: i've written this 3 times!!!! BUT!!!! i love that at the age of FIFTEEN she'd already got the title cruelest konoichi. like. ilu queen. and she's so confident too, like she knows she could wreck anyone's shit, she goes up against MADARA without ever pausing. and i love that whilee on the battlefield she's cruel, as a civillian she's just...lowkey a bitch. like she's scary and people know to fear her but she doesnt actually...bully anyone besides shikamaru. she's also so ride or die for her brothers and i LOVE it.

least favorite thing about them: whatever that ooc mess was that was used to get her and shikamaru together.

favorite line: idk but when she tells madara "don't understimate me!" GO OFF QUEEN

brOTP: gaara and kankuro, 100%. the sand siblings are so fucking good. i could talk all day about them. in the leaf i think she vibes with ino, though she needs Breaks. she didn't like, Get choji at first but the more she got to know him she's like "oh i get it he's just Genuinely Good" and now he's her favorite. i also like to imagine she and karui bonded over not being from the leaf, and also having ino as their sister in law. that's a unique experience okay.

OTP: shikamaru!!!!!!!

nOTP: i dont really have any?? i just can't ship her with anyone but shikamaru, i think he's it for her. temari was never really one to be concerned over romance or anything, it's not something she cared about, and she kind of expected an arranged marriage so she was more focused on Not doing that. but then shikamaru happened and it was like. oh. she actually wouldn't mind spending the rest of her life with him. huh. gross.

random headcanon: i have a lot of Thoughts about temari as a mother. i think that she never planned on being one, just like how she never planned on falling in love. it wasn't opposition, just. her childhood was fucked up, she had no good parental role models, she was much more interested in being a konoichi. but then she and shikamaru got serious and shikamaru is the head of the nara clan and he needed an heir. she agreed to it, in a few years, but shikadai was an oops ! so anyway, temari hated being pregnant lmao which is why they only had shikadai. but once he was born temari is like "oh. i'll kill and die for this child." like shikadai wasn't Real to her until she held him (vs shikamaru, who's been obsessed with that child since temari first started showing). temari actually tried going back to work when shikadai was a year old but pretty quickly she realized "fuck this". temari likes working, a lot, but she also likes being needed and she just likes her kid! so she oversaw all his training from the time he was old enough. it was hard at first, because she's never babied him, but she knew that the training she recieved was uh, not acceptable, so she struggled with what pace was actually okay for his age. hinata and sakura actually helped a lot here- hinata also had Fucked Up training as a child and sakura trained with tsunade who is Insane so they were able to figure out what worked best for their children. GOD THIS GOT LONG. anyway. i love temari and shikadai thank u.

unpopular opinion: i love shikatema so much but she was done so fucking dirty

song i associate with them: hurricane by the fray

favorite picture of them: she always looks so cool

shikamaru

favorite thing about them: god. i hate this but i genuinely love how smart he is and how fucking lazy he is. like how he kept complaing about his match with temari being moved up and then you realize it's because he was relying on the shadows? bitch. he's so cool. and when he pretended to be asleep rather than deal with whatever the fuck orochimaru was doing ESRTYTJU that's when i knew i loved him. but also, i love his development. like he really just wanted to coast through life, didnt want to get involved in anything, just wanted a plain wife and two boring kids. he had absolutely no aspirations. and he never had a ~change of heart~ for his own sake, he just surrounded himself by people who genuinely inspired him and he wanted to be of use to them. l love him!!!

least favorite thing about them: like the misogyny doesn't bother me THAT much because hashtag it could be worse! but it's not good lmao

favorite line: BITCH! "i'm your god" SIR I LOVE YOU. also his line about how he can't die because naruto doesn't have a smart younger brother to help him, and he's the only one capable of being naruto's advisor.

brOTP: ino and asuma are the only Strictly platonic ones but obviously i LOVE his friendships with choji and naruto

OTP: TEMARIIIIIIIII, also choji and naruto.........i'm soft

nOTP: listen. it's not notp but everytime i remember people ship shikaino i'm like "they're siblings???" like no judgement, i have too many fucking ships fandom calls siblings, but their dynamic is SO sibling like to me lmao. also like...shikamaru loves ino and would do anything for her but he does NOT like her ass. you know he avoids her when he's too tired to deal with her bullshit.

random headcanon: LET'S KEEP TALKING ABOUT SHIKADAI. so when shikamaru's dad dies he has a line about how he wasn't around when shikamaru was growing up, and shikamaru obviously doesn't resent him for that, but he does make a concious choice to Not do that. it'd be too easy to get wrapped up in his job, but he won't let himself. he makes sure to make time for shikadai. they play shogi together, and shikamaru is very involved in his training, and even when he's exhausted from work he'll listen to shikadai talk about his day and never show how tired he is. he loves his kid so much, temari makes fun of him for being soft. also when shikadai was a baby shikamaru was lowkey obsessed with him lmao. temari needed Breaks but shikamaru...never really did. even when he was crying he would just hold and bounce him until he calmeed down (also shikamaru was way better at calming shikadai down than temari lmao)

unpopular opinion: listen. is shikamaru misogynistic? yes. but he doesn't like, hate women or think less of them, he just needed to learn that not every woman is as insane as ino. i've seen too many "naruto as vines" videos where it's like shikamaru is like "oh sorry i fell asleep waiting for you to make me a sandwich" like thats not him!

song i associate with them: uh nicotine by P!ATD

favorite picture of them: my header on twitter i guess idk!

neji

favorite thing about them: oh gosh. i genuinely like that he was a fucking angry child. he had every right to be. the hyuuga system is FUCKED! he projected it onto hinata, which wasn't fair to her, but god. he didn't have an outlet and the chunnin exams was his only opportunity to take his anger out on the main branch. anyway i love that after naruto beat his ass he was like "okay maybe i should stop being a prick" and he just. got better. became friends with his team. healed his relationship with hinata. he became so genuinely good

least favorite thing about them: this motherfucker really had me CRYING over him. rude as fuck.

favorite line: i am way too tired to think about this

brOTP: HINATA!!!!!!! also rock lee.

OTP: tenten!

nOTP: hinata. i hate you freaks.

random headcanon: himawari would've been his favorite. like, he loves boruto, that's his nephew, but he's a mini naruto and that's. exhausting. himawari is perfect in neji's eyes though and tenten makes fun of him for it.

unpopular opinion: its' not unpopular but genuinely it's bullshit he died when hinata's dad was RIGHT THERE. like. i will never not be fucking heated that neji died to protect hinata and her dad was just twiddling his goddamn thumbs as it happened. you useless FUCK. god. anyway i also hate that neji's death he just talked to naruto like his speech to naruto was good but we deserved more neji and hinata talking. i also don't like he died for naruhina to happen lmao we've talked about this, someone in the konoha 11 needed to die for naruto to prove obito wrong, and i dont even mind that it was neji, but his death shouldn't have had anything to do with naruhina.

song i associate with them: i dont have one but uhhh i found a neji playlist so i'm gonna say r.i.p 2 my youth by the neighborhood

favorite picture of them: bruh. idc.

rock lee

favorite thing about them: HE'S SO HARD WORKING AND DETERMINED AND NEVER GIVES UP AND HE'S A GENUINELY GOOD AND KIND HEARTED PERSON GOD ROCK LEE I LOVE YOU

least favorite thing about them: WHERE'S HIS SCREENTIME KISHIMOTO

favorite line: dude he's so weird i have no idea

brOTP: neji and tenten!!! and GAI OF COURSE. AND SAKURA. 10/10.

OTP: GAARA.

nOTP: listen there is GENUINELY nothing wrong with it but i dont vibe with rock lee/tenten.

random headcanon: ok this isn't a real headcanon but i made myself laugh yesterday thinking that orochimaru got bored and cloned rock lee and that's where metal lee came from. anyway real headcanon is he's married to gaara in boruto. thank u.

unpopular opinion: shut up about his and gaara's fight oh my GOD i dont care

song i associate with them: uhhhh idk here have a rock lee tribute

favorite picture of them: what's important is his good heart

[artificialqueens]

Heart of Glass, Mind of Stone, 2/? (Jiji, Methydoll) - Ella

a/n - didn’t think i’d actually be able to add another chapter to this, considering how terrified i am with the commitment that came with a multichap fic but here we are!! thank u as always to @imalwaysaslutfordrag for being an amazing beta/hypeman, ilu!! feel free to hmu on my blog @dawningofdrag, hope you enjoy part two of lawyer gays, folks!

ao3 / pinterest board

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Waiting for Heidi to pick up her phone was probably the longest minute Crystal’s ever had to endure in her whole 22 years of life.

The recurring ringing that filled the heavy silence of the living room flooded her ear, bare lip retreating between her pearly white teeth as she impatiently waited for Heidi to pick up the phone. She heard by the back of her head the quiet murmurs of Jackie trying to console Gigi, who was still very much shaken up by what had just happened mere moments before.

The soles of her sneakers squeaked across the hardwood floor, unable to control her need to pace back and forth as the Latina dreadfully waited for her roommate to pick up. She focused on calming down her staggered breaths while waiting for Heidi to answer, trying her very best to keep her composure and not add to Jackie’s already heavy load of keeping Gigi from having a full-on breakdown.

Her phone rang six times. Still no answer.

Crystal was about to give up and end the call, a slow but evident panic rising in her lungs when her mind started to settle in on the fact that their only way out of this mess they had caught themselves in wasn’t answering her own fucking phone.

She tore the device away from her ear in frustration, thumb barely grazing the end call button before Heidi finally picked up.

“Hello?”

“Heidi! Oh my god-”

“Why you sound so scared, Crystal? Do y’all need saving or some shit?”

-eleven weeks before-

Crystal took a deep breath in before shoving the metal front gates of Professor Hall’s luxurious estate open. Her pink stiletto heels collided with the wooden deck of the spacious front porch, loud clicking of each step announcing her presence to whoever was inside before she even got to ring the doorbell.

To say that Professor Hall’s house was beautiful was a complete understatement. It was a striking green modern victorian mansion that stood out against the 50 shades of beige that colored the houses of her neighbors. It stuck out like a sore thumb, on a complete league of its own, and the second Crystal had caught sight of it the first time she ever visited, she couldn’t imagine Jaida’s house to be any less extra.

She clutched the yellow folder in her hand, patiently waiting for Widow to greet her by the front door. Crystal had visited the estate a couple of times the past week, submitting reflective essays and outlines her professor demanded they make. She’d leave the files by Widow’s desk just outside of Jaida’s main office, engage in a couple of minutes of enjoyable small talk, before leaving to catch a bus to her next class.

“Hi honey!” Widow greeted her with a grin that was way too fake for eight in the morning, stepping to the side to let the brunette into the estate.

Widow was one of Jaida’s two associates and probably one of the nicest people Crystal’s ever met in her whole life. An absolute badass, of course she was, but always offered a cup of coffee and a light conversation no matter how many times Crystal would properly decline. She’d praise you for submitting work early, compliment your outfit no matter how outlandish it was, and call you some sweet endearment that would teleport you back to the comfort of your own home. It was a wonderful juxtaposition from Jaida’s rather distant disposition.

She tried her best to mirror the positive energy back, but she was running on three hours of sleep and half a cup of coffee she stole from Heidi’s breakfast meal a couple of hours ago. It was a solid attempt though, and she hoped that Widow didn’t mind that she probably looked like a fucking mess. Law school really does change you, she guessed.  

She set down her paper with a scowl, eyes glancing at the already mountainous pile of submitted case studies on the Black woman’s desk. She strived to submit her paper much earlier than the imposed deadline in an attempt to catch Jaida’s attention, but apparently everyone else in her class had the same fucking idea. So much for trying to stand out.

“You look tired hun, you alright?” Widow pressed a delicate hand on Crystal’s back, thumb grazing the fabric of her floral blouse to comfort the Latina.

Crystal sat on the leather chair situated just next to Widow’s desk with a heavy sigh, a pout plastered on her glossed lips as her eyes gazed at the stack of case studies on Widow’s table.

“Yeah! Just tired is all.” She huffed, a hand moving to massage her temple as she pulled her phone out of her bag.

“You want some coffee?”

“Please?”

“I’ll be back in a bit.”

She called out her thank you before Widow disappeared into the kitchen, leaning back against the comfortable leather chair. Her hands trailed up to her temples, the sudden headache that occupied her brain keeping her from standing up and heading to campus to pass the rest of her papers due that same day.

The door to Professor Hall’s office opened with an abrupt force, the click of the doorknob pulling Crystal’s focus away from her throbbing headache. Nicky stepped out of the frosted glass door, sharing a couple of words with Jaida before leaving the room entirely. The blonde rolled her eyes the second she was out of her boss’ view, walking over to her desk just across Widow’s with an exasperated sigh.

Nicky wasn’t really one to talk, based on Crystal’s experience with her. She never really spoke a word whenever she attended Jaida’s lectures, keeping to herself as she quietly observed each and every student with those bright blue eyes that would mesmerize you whenever she narrowed them in focus.

Crystal would be a lying ass lesbian if she said that she didn’t find Nicky hot. Pretty sure every woman in her Criminal Law class that was in any way shape or form gay found her interesting, eager to learn more about what the woman was hiding behind the light eyes. She was this cunning French mystery that the Latina would be more than willing to understand.

“What are you doing here, Harness?” Nicky spat out, bare fingernails grazing the messy stack of papers discarded around her equally as messy desk. A soft groan fell from her red lips, talking to herself for just a brief moment before she pulled out the folder she seemed to be looking for.

They had never talked before, her and Nicky. So to hear the older woman address her by her last name sparked her already heightened curiosity.

“How do you know my name?” Crystal questioned, head propped up on the palm of her hand with her elbow resting comfortably on the leather armrest. A sly smirk painted her glossy lips, a sudden burst of confidence filling her senses. Frenchie liked her, how interesting.

The blonde scoffed, turning to face the Latina and leaning against the edge of her wooden desk. Her tan hands crossed against her chest, covering the satin top wrapped taut around her slender physique. “Oh come on, with a pretty face like that?”

Nicky narrowed her eyes, slowly dropping her gaze down Crystal’s figure like she was her next meal. She met back up with Crystal’s gaze after a short while, bottom lip painted red in between her teeth to keep herself from flashing a mischievous grin.

“How could I not know?”

“Nicky, step away from the student.”

The trance that Nicky had pulled Crystal in with her magnetic way of words vanished almost immediately after Widow cut the conversation short. The Black woman rolled her eyes, large mug of coffee in hand, leaning against the grand doorway that separated the kitchen and the main office.

Nicky raised her hands up in surrender, watching Widow with a frustrated glare as she walked towards the brunette with a soft smile. Crystal took the cup gratefully, sparing a quick ‘thank you’ before taking a long sip of the piping hot beverage she held with both her hands. It was cold out and she really needed the warmth.

“What? Can’t a woman compliment another woman?” The blonde retorted, shaking her head before turning to organize the disorderly mess of folders and papers that sat in a massive pile on top of her table. She played with the contents of the folder she held just moments before, scanning the words printed out on the thick stack of paper sandwiched in between the document case before moving the papers into a brown envelope.

“Not with that grin you aren’t.” Widow chuckled. “Don’t you have shit to do, Nicks?”

Nicky responded with a scowl, pulling her wool coal from her office chair with force.

“Whatever.” She walked past the office doorway with a confident strut, high stiletto heels ticking against the herringbone floors and sparing one last glance at Crystal, flashing a wink her way along with a quick wave of her hand. “I’ll see you in class, Miss Harness-”

“Nicky go! Oh my god-”

Crystal waved back. Yes, she was blushing like an actual fucking child. Shut up.

-

“Professor, when will you be releasing the list of interns for the Heller case?”

Crystal tried. She really tried to stop the blonde from asking. She wanted nothing more than to sink into the dirty cushions of her lecture chair and just disappear.

She was curious too, she wasn’t going to lie. It’s been two weeks since the announcement and the fact that no list had been released yet, one week after she said it would, chipped away at her already lengthy patience.

However, she was terrified of bringing the concern up because she had never spoken to Jaida, their only interactions being answering questions in class. Crystal didn’t want her first impression on her actual idol to be an impatient entitled little bitch. No ma’am.

Professor Hall raised an eyebrow, the sound of her footsteps against the carpeted steps echoing across the hall as she made her way down to her desk. She met the blonde’s eyes for a brief moment, turning to reach for a thin folder hidden deep inside her bag.

“I was waiting for someone to bring it up.” Jaida scoffed, dismissing Gigi with a wave of her hand. The blonde sat back in her seat in one quick motion, manicured fingers immediately gravitating towards the idea of picking at the skin that surrounded her nails. The normal tremor of her porcelain hands amplified the second she sat back down, and just like that Crystal was nervous too.

“Class is dismissed, but the following four please stay after class.”

The collective rumble of hushed whispers and laptops shifting into their respective bags filled Crystal’s ears, but the sound was just white noise. She froze in her seat, hands clenching the edges of her worn wooden desk as she patiently waited for Jaida to continue the announcement she had been waiting for in so long.

“Georgina Goode, Heidi Cheek, Jaqueline Cox, and Crystal Harness.”

A gust of wind blew into into the lecture hall the second it’s exit doors were opened, classmates already filing out of the room immediately after Jaida had finished announcing the contents of her rather short intern list. Crystal expected around eight people to be accepted for the job, considering how the case was so high-profile that having a large group of individuals at your disposal would be of great benefit. Apparently, she thought wrong. Jaida wasn’t one for crowds.

Also, holy shit. Jaida just called out her name.

Her eyes were blown wide once the statement had settled in her head, absolutely dumbfounded by the information that it took her much longer than usual to pack up her pile of things stacked on top of her tiny wooden desk.

She walked down the carpeted steps in shock, dragging the thick wedge of her heels against the carpet as she trailed just behind Gigi who hid her nerves extremely well, the blonde strutting down the hall with a confident sway of her hips. Crystal probably looked like an absolute dumbass next to her, but she didn’t bother to do something about it. Her lifelong idol had just singled her out of her large class of sixty, offering her the opportunity to work alongside her as an intern. Was this real? This could not be real. Why wasn’t she freaking out?

“Welcome to the Essence four.” Jaida grinned, dark eyes meeting Crystal’s in a genuine gaze. She felt like she was going to pass out.

The Latina found herself standing next to Jackie, a smug grin painted on her full lips as she graciously thanked the Black woman for the opportunity to work with her. Crystal should be doing the same thing, she knew that, but her head was so far up in the sky that she could barely speak a coherent string of words.

Jaida packed her silver laptop into her leather bag, busying herself with the stack of papers left by the edge of her desk.

“The dean has a cocktail party later tonight and I expect the four of you to come with me and the rest of my team. Mingle, get your name out there. The foundation of a good lawyer is having powerful connections and with a case like this? You’re gonna need it.”

Jaida spoke as she zipped up her bag with force, slinging the bag over her exposed shoulder before flashing a polite smile. She handed each of them her calling card, before walking past the little group they had created by her wooden desk.

“I’ll see you all tonight, alright? Semi-formal attire ladies!”

-

Crystal deciding to wear the prettiest dress in her closet was probably the biggest mistake she committed that day. The party fucking sucked.  

Sure, there was plenty of champagne to go around, servers handing glasses full of the liquor like the dean had an unlimited supply hidden in some secret basement. There were trays upon trays full of hors d'oeuvres that were being paraded around the grand function hall, and live jazz music to accompany the unapologetically pretentious conversations being had within the ornate wood and brick walls. But no matter how gratifying it felt to finally break into this elite community Crystal had been dreaming of being a part of for so long, nothing has ever made her feel this out of place. It bothered her so much that she thought about leaving the party hours earlier than she had originally intended to.

The worst part about it was that she was the only one in their little group of new kids that didn’t seem to fit in. Each of them had somehow found a group of individuals they could stick with for the rest of the night, filling their hours with conversations Crystal would never understand nor care for. The fact that she didn’t fit into this group she deemed the nobility settled into her conscience, and it was not at all a good feeling.

Crystal needed another drink.

She rested her arms against the bar table, downing the rest of her tall glass of champagne before calling the bartender over for a new drink. She ordered a vodka martini with a faded smile, both arms crossed against the dark oak as she patiently waited for her drink.

Crystal heard shifting in the bar stool next to her, gaze shifting towards the woman that recently occupied the seat.

“How are you holding up, Harness?” Nicky greeted her with a grin, taking off the light coat she was previously dressed in and hung it across the backrest of her chair. She wore a black velvet halter top under the cream-colored blazer, bony clavicles and golden-tan skin exposed for her dark eyes to devour. Crystal knew what she was doing, Nicky wasn’t the one for subtleties, and it pained her to realize that she had fallen for it. Sometimes being gay sucked.

Crystal bit her lip to dismiss the smirk she so badly wanted to wear, tearing her eyes away from the blonde. “Bored as hell. You?”

“Don’t worry, you’re not the only one here who hates parties like this,” Nicky replied, ordering a glass of whiskey before turning to face the brunette. Her head tilted to the side, arm reaching to pull her blonde hair to the side of her face with her bare fingertips.

“Like you could even call this a party.” Crystal scoffed, thanking the bartender with a grateful smile when she came by with both their drinks. She held the chilled glass with both of her hands, moving the lemon twist away with her finger to get a good sip.

Nicky raised her stout glass up, and though Crystal had already taken a sip, she clinked glasses anyway, a faint smile failing to hide behind the unbothered facade she decided to put up. Pretty girls really just fuck you up, it wasn’t her fault at this point.

“You know, after this drink. I’m taking an uber home,” Nicky spoke with a sultry slur, playing with the large ice cube that occupied most of her whiskey glass with her index finger. “If you want someone to keep you company the ride home, I’m here.”

Nicky grazed the arm Crystal had rested against the bar table, tracing the back of her hand with the finger that previously busied itself with her chilled whiskey glass. The touch was cold, electrifying, magnetic. It sent chills up the rest of her arm and down her back, trailing down her spine like thunderbolts had touched her skin.

Crystal wanted to lean in, give into the blonde’s tempting gaze and her enticing way with touch. Nothing had piqued her interest more than the cunning yet quiet French woman, and she was so close to giving in. To find out the answers to her never-ending string of questions.

But she wasn’t going to be that bitch who slept with her boss. That only happened in the movies and the porn she’d find herself watching, and she intended on keeping it that way. Crystal was more than the hot piece of ass, she knew she was, and hooking up with her new boss’ associate was not the way you achieved that reputation.

She also promised Heidi that they’d take the uber home together.

Crystal pulled her gaze away from Nicky, breaking off the stare-off they had found themselves in with a quiet chuckle. She shook her head, pulling her martini from the coaster it was set in, and taking a long dragging sip.

“Sorry, I think I’m gonna stay if that’s alright.” Crystal sighed, setting the glass back down with a sigh. “I kinda promised Heidi that we’d go home together, so.”

The sudden change of Nicky’s disposition astounded her, her shift in mood turning over like a lightswitch. She plastered on a fake smile, nodding in response to Crystal’s polite decline before drinking what remained of her whiskey glass in one gulp. God, that probably hurt.

“Sucks for you.” Nicky groaned, grabbing her blazer from the backrest of her chair before stepping out of the barstool with pride. “I’ll see you next Monday.”

Crystal watched as the blonde strutted away from where they previously sat, the confident sway in her hips enticing the glances of individuals she would pass by to get to the main door. The Latina couldn’t help but chuckle. It was amazing to see gorgeous people being humbled every once in a while, and the power she held rejecting the blonde’s rather tempting offer felt more invigorating than anything she had experienced.

Crystal turned to face the bartender who stood just across from her, the familiar face sparking her interest. She normally wouldn’t have said anything, but she had two glasses of champagne and half a glass of vodka martini in her system. Liquid courage was real and she either liked it or hated it. In this case however, she loved it.  

“Aren’t you a bartender from the bar by Chapel Route?” The question slipped out of Crystal’s lips before she even realized it.

The woman met her curious eyes with a raised brow, taken back by the sudden conversation. “You mean Dahlia’s? Yeah, why’d you ask?”

Crystal rested the palms of her hands on the dark wood of the bar table, mouth agape for a brief moment until she found the words she intended on asking. She flashed a grin, tilted her head, and spoke.

“I work for Professor Hall who represents Jamie McKenna in the Heller murder case. Her alibi was that she was at Dahlia’s the night of her disappearance, but we ever really looked into it because the prosecution hasn’t really focused on her at the moment. Is it true?”

The bartender leaned against the table with both elbows, eyebrows furrowed as she recalled the night Crystal kindly asked her to remember. “Jamie was there, but she left at around 10:30 that night I think? I’m not entirely sure, it was busy, but I know she left earlier than she normally did. She was a regular and would normally stay until like, 3 am or something. ”

The autopsy placed Brianna’s time of death at around 2 to 6 am.

“Thanks for the info.” Crystal smiled, pulling her phone out to type the new information into her notes app before she got the chance to forget about it.

She’d bring up the rather interesting information on Monday. It was something they should definitely take a good look at and prepare for in case the boyfriend started pinning the murder on their client.

But right now she had expensive cocktails to drink. Heidi was still busy talking up the same Physics professor she started flirting with the second they had arrived, and nothing sounded better than drinking her body weight in mixed drinks to pass the time.

She’d worry about the alibi later.

-

“Oh my god, so you did that.”

The silence that rang after Heidi’s response almost deafened her.

Jackie watched Crystal with nervous eyes, arms wrapped tight around Gigi who found solace in the Persian’s arms. Her thumb grazed the blonde’s now tousled hair, slender figure relaxing into the comforting embrace.

Crystal locked eyes with Jackie through the dark of the late-night, panic and fear now evident behind her glossy eyes as the woman on the other side of the call didn’t pick up her car keys the second the Latina had told her they were in trouble. The tips of her fingernails reached her lips, her need to bite them off and release some of her already heightened anxiety now more evident than ever.

“You can argue that it’s self-defense, right?” Heidi questioned, the sound of shifting in the background doing nothing to calm her nerves.

“Yes.” Crystal breathed out, rocking back and forth on her heels to keep her subconscious mind at bay.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Silence. Crystal heard the jingle of metal hitting metal.

“If we ever get caught you can plead not guilty to involuntary manslaughter?”

“Jesus fuck- YES Heidi. Just please pick us up-” The brunette’s voice cracked before she was able to finish her sentence, unable to bite back her relentless nerves and the evident tremor in her voice.

Silence.

“Please.”

Crystal heard the faint rumble of an engine from the other line. A rush of relief filled her heavy lungs.

“I’ll be there in five.”

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to people who just got a notif that u were tagged in this post…. one of the questions was “favorite blogs?” and i mentioned you in that category. no need to read this whole mess trying to figure out why you were tagged ^_^

french vanilla: how old are you? 

18

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

korea, japan, england

i know this is vague af lol but my travel dreams are also vague af at this point

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

korean

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

i’m not really a big fan of cosmetics?

does nail polish count? because if so, sinful colors

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

outdoors

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

yeah i play piano

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

bts - spring day

bts - not today

seventeen - highlight

bigbang - fxxk it

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

bts - intro: never mind

bts - let me know

bts - tomorrow

exo - promise

exo - peter pan

cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign?

aries

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

pool

sand is the worst

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post?

i think it’s still that stupid lotr post? it peaked at about 140k 

bubblegum: books or movies?

books

pistachio: manga or anime?

anime

salted caramel: favorite movies?

a single man

arrival

tangled

birthday cake: favorite books?

the host

battle royale

the princess bride

the giver

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

death note

bleach

liar game

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

death note

bleach

sword art online

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

fiction writing 

followed, surprisingly, by organic chemistry

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

no

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

like 5 years ago

my original blog (not this one) was gonna be a place where i logged my thoughts (like a diary) somewhere my parents wouldn’t see

then a friend asked to follow me and i didn’t want her seeing my online diary so i made the blog that i have now

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

like mid 60s 

light breeze

sun but with clouds

no pollen in the breeze

black cherry: four words that describe you?

UMM??

ambitious

artistic

determined

independent

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

change and uncertainty

time crunches

unexpected high stakes events

the possibility of rejection

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

i’m a big fan of lyrical rap

i also really really love songs with heavy thumping bass lines. like, the type you blast in your car with the bass turned high so you can feel it thrumming through your body.

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

ghirardelli

hershey

lindt

ferrero rocher

toffee: a card game that you’re good at?

ers/egyptian rat screw/slapjack/sandwich

whatever you call it

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

….no

dark chocolate: turn ons?

LITERALLY SO MANY

guys in button ups/tight shirts with the sleeves rolled up to their elbows

firm hugs (from guys)

rubbing/scratching my back

some nsfw stuff

fudge: turn offs?

man buns

neckbeards

a lot of kinds of facial hair, tbh

facial hair is hard to do well

hypermasculinity

peach: how do you relax?

headphones: in

phone: silenced

dick: out

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet?

eleanor and park by rainbow rowell

superman: do you like sweaters?

eh ://

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

coffee sometimes

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

guitar

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

all the time, i’m glad to say

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

telling you when someone changes their url, and what someone’s old urls used to be (or at least their most recent url)

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

D: i wanted to say @elementary-mydearlaufeyson but they seem to have either deactivated or changed urls and idk what their new url is because?? we never talked even though we were mutuals but i admired them a lot and….anyway i’m sad now but they were really great

@inkskinned​

@academla​

@fiftyshadesofselfdestruction​

a few bts and seventeen blogs that are??? really great???????

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

uM

get in loser we’re going shopping

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

currently no color buT they were pink until this morning

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

yes

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

lol

LOL

L O L

L O L

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

LMAO all the fucking time

depression naps are my favorite pastime

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

in high school, i wanted to be friends with a really cool kid, didn’t know how to talk to him, eventually told him i was going to ? stalk him on facebook??? to find out more about him?????? yIKES @ HIGH SCHOOL ME WHO EVEN WERE YOU

he thought i was fucking insane

and i don’t blame him tbh

i’m sorry friend 

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

hell yeah

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

in my bf’s arms

but i don’t have a bf

so

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

yes

(fuck contacts)

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?

rocky road