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moonshotsx · 3 years ago

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Hun, I would love to hear about how Jasmine finds out about Bosco being a bassist in Daya’s band. Tbh I fully imagine bosco being in a band being a major turn on for Jasmine 😈

not at me finally posting this almost a month late 😭

this is set like in the "we don't still like each other but we can cut the sexual tension with a butter knife" era

also, the song lyrics mentioned as part of the band's repertoire are those of scandal by twice (chose it because it's a bop and because the bass line is a vibe), y'all should check it out to get an idea of what it sounds like!

also, also, dedicating this to @myhusbandharryhamilton for being such an awesome and supportive legend 😌💞

Jasmine didn't even know why she had accepted to go out to the club. She had somehow let herself be influenced by Kerri into going to watch the gig.

The blonde had been somewhat surprised to learn that Bosco was part of a band with Willow and Daya. In hindsight, she could have probably easily guessed it, given the aesthetic of the trio.

The small venue was packed as Jasmine and Kerri made their way inside. It took them a moment to reach the side of the raised stage.

"Are they that popular?" Jasmine commented, she didn't expect to see that many people waiting for the show to begin.

"From what Willow told me, they got quite the traction when another band gave them a shoutout," the taller woman explained while checking her phone, "Oh, they are about to start!"

Jasmine looked to the stage as the crowd started to chant the band's name.

"Who even calls a band 'The Dragonfies'?" She muttered to herself, she had no doubt it had been Daya's idea - she didn't expect much from the tall pink-haired singer.

She watched as said singer walked up first onto the stage, her wild-colored hair styled in a messy updo. Her dark eye makeup made her light eyes pop up even more under the heavy lights.

Willow and Bosco walked in right after her before taking their respective spots at the mixer and the bass.

The shortest of the trio took no time to notice her and Kerri, giving a nudge to the fellow bandmate while Daya talked up the crowd.

Jasmine hated how her heart skipped a beat when Bosco's eyes met hers.

The brunette had their hair up in a similar fashion to Daya, the two freshly bleached front strands of hair framed their face perfectly. Their icy blue eyes almost shined in contrast to the purple-y smokey eye look they had gone for.

The half-opened pirate shirt they were wearing left nothing to the imagination as Jasmine could easily spot the dark bralette underneath. The lower half of the shirt was covered by a corseted belt that matched the undergarments; to complete the look, a pair of tight leather pants and black heeled boots.

Their red-painted lips formed into a smirk.

Jasmine inhaled deeply, trying to not show the effect Bosco was having on her.

"Are we ready to make some noise, bitches?"

Daya's voice boomed around the club, followed by an even more enthusiastic response from the crowd.

"I think someone's excited," Bosco went up to their mic, chatting up as they got their bass ready. Jasmine tried to not notice the influx of high-pitched female screams when the brunette spoke up, "Whatcha think, Dee?"

"I think we are ready to cause a little... Scandal?"

The fans screamed even louder when Willow started the beat while Bosco's skilled fingers laid on the bass strings.

Baby, we're a scandal Way too hot to handle (Uh!)

The way she whispered the lyrics against the mic was enough to send a shiver down Jasmine's back.

Her eyes were fixed on the brunette as Daya took the first verse.

On a dark night The moon is exceptionally bright, yeah My heart was empty This night gets filled with eye contact between us, yeah

As much as Jasmine disliked the pink-haired punk, she couldn't deny she had a surprisingly good voice. Willow was next and Kerri cheered loudly for the short blonde.

I need somebody Yes, you, I'm ready You got me, those eyes Oh, I

Bosco turned their head toward Jasmine's direction, their eyes meeting as the brunette sang the second part of the pre-chorus.

You close your eyes too Oh, I'm feeling so high It's a little bit dangerous tonight Just the way I like (Uh!)

The blonde felt as if Bosco was singing the lyrics to her, especially when they finished the verse with a wink.

The rest of the band's set went by in a blink, all Jasmine could focus on was the way Bosco's fingers effortlessly moved across the bass. Their stage presence - the sheer confidence and sexiness of their moves seemed unmatched in Jasmine's eyes.

There was something about it that made Bosco's performance almost hypnotic. The blonde soon realized she wasn't the only one to feel some sort of way towards the bassist.

As soon as the set was over, all sorts of tips, flowers, small gifts, and bras were thrown on stage, mostly directed to Bosco - Daya and Willow did receive a good amount themselves.

Bosco chuckled as they took one of the deep red roses off the stage's floor, the fangirl's screams filling the room. The brunette met Jasmine's eyes again before walking up to her.

She could feel all eyes were on her as she watched Bosco crouch at the edge of the stage right in front of her.

Her eyes widened when they extended their arm, eyes fixed on hers as they were offering the rose to her.

She didn't miss the collect gasp from the fans nearest to her as she went in to grab the flower.

"You guys were wild tonight!" Daya's voice pulled Jasmine out of her trance, "We were The Dragonflies! Thank you for having us!"

Bosco didn't say a word as they made their way backstage, leaving Jasmine stunned as she stared at the red rose in her hands.

#fic prompt #jasco #neighbors au

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twstinginthewind · 3 years ago

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🎃 - Carving pumpkins with their family (For Mia and Sia!!)

🎃Symbol stories🎃

"Grandmother! We're home!!" Sia's voice rang through the stylish Shaftlands apartment as she came through the door, her little sister in tow. She put her overnight bag down next to the couch, and looked around. "Grandmother?"

"Graaaaaaaaammy!" Mia sang out. She dropped her backpack by the door. "You got us for the whole weekend! Where are you?"

Mrs. Sealponte called out to them. "I'm in the dining room, little ones! Come and see what I have for you."

Sia and Mia looked at each other and smiled, and headed towards the sound of their grandmother's voice. When they entered the dining room, they saw her standing beside the table, her silver-blonde hair in an elegant updo. She was adjusting a large, dark cloth covering several lumpy shapes on top of the table. She turned towards the girls. "Welcome home, dears." She gave a small smile that was mostly concentrated in her bright blue eyes. "Come, I have a project for us to start the weekend."

Mia bounced up to her grandmother and hugged her around the waist gently. "I like projects! Whatcha got?"

"Why don't you two find out? Sia, it's beneath the cloth. Would you?"

"Gladly." Sia passed by her grandmother, giving her shoulder a soft squeeze as she walked by. "Good to see you," she murmured. Sia put her hands on the edge on the black cloth - a soft, heavy velvet, she noticed. She might have to ask if she could use it for a project. - and looked to the older woman. Grandmother nodded, and she pulled it away from the table.

"Pumpkins?!" Mia sounded halfway disappointed. "Aw, but I was hopin' it'd be new boots...."

"Don't be so silly, Mia," her grandmother sighed. "You would have needed to try them on first."

"What will our pumpkin project be, Grandmother?" Sia ran a hand over the closest one to her; an almost perfectly round, unblemished, and bright orange gourd. It was cool and smooth beneath her palm.

"We will be carving them this evening, once you two have settled in. I have made arrangements to have dinner delivered from that lovely Thai restaurant downtown, so we can just settle in and have some fun with this." The older woman smiled. "I have all the tools you will need, and I'm expecting you both will create the loveliest pumpkins we've ever seen."

Mia giggled. "I never could get the hang of the scary ones, you know."

"I do know, precious girl." Mrs. Sealponte tapped her younger granddaughter on the nose with a perfectly manicured finger. "But now, you two must move your bags to your rooms. It was a long trip here, you must be in need of a little rest, and perhaps some time to freshen up before dinner."

"Got it, Grammy!" Mia sped back into the living room, almost like she did when she was small. Sia followed after, but was stopped by a hand on her arm.

"Look at you," her grandmother said, and she reached forward to push a strand of hair back from Sia's face. "I can't believe you've only been away such a short time; it felt like ages. You weren't sleeping well, were you." It was stated, not asked.

Sia shook her head. "There were midterm exams this week. I spent more time studying than sleeping."

"You need both, dear one. Don't neglect yourself." She leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Have a bit of a nap before dinner. I had the linens changed on your bed, so they're nice and fresh."

"Thank you," Sia sighed. She relaxed into a smile. "I was really looking forward to seeing you, Grandmo— no, Grammy."

"I was too, little Sia." Mrs. Sealponte squeezed Sia's shoulders gently. "Now, go. Rest up so we can enjoy our evening."

#twisted wonderland oc #sia sealponte #mia sealponte #grandmother sealponte #story

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Galactica, Chapter 62 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: The assistant gossip network continued to do its thing, while Courtney lived her best life, Sutan offered Violet some wardrobe assistance, and Bianca planned a coming out.

This Chapter: The Galactica Holiday Party has arrived, and not everyone is prepared...

***

“Remember to find your light!”

Gigi turned her head, trying as hard as she could not to squeeze her eyes shut, the studio lights blinding.

“I said find it, not stare into the sun!”

Gigi blushed and moved her head again, doing her best to try and follow the instructions Sutan kept giving her.

They were in a photo studio in the Bronx, Gigi to get her first pictures for her portfolio taken, while Symone had practiced how to shoot in swimwear, her friend now waiting with her phone for Gigi to finish up.

Gigi had watched Symone move around, completely enthralled by how elegant the other model already was, Sutan barely correcting her.

“Straighten your back!” Gigi did as she was told, a pair of black jeans hugging her body, the long sleeved black shirt she was wearing clinging to her arms.

“Excuse me...” The photographer, who had introduced herself as Widow, looked out from behind her camera, “can I do my job in peace?” Widow smiled even though her tone was clearly sassy, her teeth blindingly white, her black box braids collected in a high bun. She was wearing a black leather jacket and jeans, big red earrings hanging from her ears.

“You know what I hired you for,” Sutan smiled back, and Widow rolled her eyes, making Gigi giggle.

“Yes sir, right away sir,” Widow teased.

“Don’t give the models any ideas with your attitude.” Sutan grinned, his sleeves rolled up around his elbows, refocusing on Gigi who had tried to hold the position he had asked for.

“No, not like, you have to be more.” Sutan moved his shoulders, and Gigi tried to copy it. She knew they were doing this shoot so she could get an idea of what she looked like, so she could train what Sutan called her inner photographer, but it was really difficult.

“No, still not right.” Sutan stepped on the set, getting next to Gigi, the scent of his cologne instantly catching her nose. “Your strength is in your lines Gigi, so you have to stand tall. Use those legs of yours,” He smiled, tapping his own left leg and moving it forward, mirroring what Gigi hoped she was doing. “Try this.”

Gigi moved her leg to copy Sutan, her entire center of balance shifting.

“There we go!” Sutan grinned. “Good job. Now hold it, and find your light.”

***

Violet tried to turn to the side, watching her profile in the big mirror on the back wall of the dressing room.

Her and Sutan had each been swept up by a personal shopper the moment they stepped inside Barney’s, Violet whisked away to the woman's clothes department where everything was outrageously expensive and completely new.

Violet was wearing a beautiful red dress, the hemline just off the floor, her cast barely visible if she stood completely still, which suited her perfectly well.

Violet had every plan to get to the Christmas party, sit down, and then hopefully not move again for the rest of the night, Jovan’s offer of bedazzling her crutches still making her shiver.

“So, what do we think?” Violet’s shopper smiled, the woman standing behind her, her pile of rejected dresses four times the size of the approved ones for the upcoming events, but she couldn’t help being extremely critical, not when everything was so stupidly expensive.

“Well…” Violet looked in the mirror. The dress suited her, even though it didn’t sit snugly at her waist, but that wasn’t something a loose loop stitch couldn’t fix so she could undo it again later and hopefully keep the dress longer. It hadn’t been Violet’s intention to lose weight, and if she was being honest, she had actually expected to gain with a broken foot, but it seemed like that hadn’t been the case, her appetite even worse than usual, her pain killers often making it feel like she had knives stabbing her stomach.

“I’ll take it.”

Violet knew that the dress would be approved by Fame, and loved by Sutan, the low neckline and the opportunity for matching underwear always a treat.

***

“Kat? Are you gonna be okay?” Trixie asked, voice soft.

They were sitting in a little cafe across from her doctor’s office. They’d just gotten the official news - she was pregnant, no doubt about it. She’d put on a transparently false, cheerful face while they were there but barely said two words since they’d left, a croissant and mango smoothie sitting in front of her, untouched.

According to the doctor’s best estimate, she was 14 weeks along, which already limited their options, a fairly invasive procedure now the only way to go if they didn’t want the baby.

She looked at him, blue eyes clear, and said, “I don’t know.”

Trixie nodded, taking her hand in his and holding it lightly. He didn’t want to push her too much, could tell that she was in a fragile state of mind.

“Well...I’m here if there’s anything…Anything I can do.”

“Got a flask on you?” she asked drily, then closed her eyes, immediately chagrined. “I’m sorry, that’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny, babe.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, the two of them sitting side by side, their fingers intertwined.

***

Roxy looked up as Courtney rounded the corner from Miss Fame’s office, flashing her a bright smile. She had just gotten yet another delivery--Roxy was fast becoming BFFs with Greg, the Marie Claire office runner.

“Hey Rox! Whatcha got for me?”

“Hi, Court,” Roxy said, eyeing her suspiciously before handing over the bag, wondering why she was so perky today.

Courtney looked inside the bag and saw what Roxy had already - a large black velvet jewelry box.

“Open it,” Roxy said, and Courtney pulled it out, peeking inside before snapping it closed again. “Come on, you’re not gonna show me?”

A smile pulled at Courtney’s lips, and she leaned forward onto the reception desk, voice low, saying, “You wanna know something?”

“Yes, of course!” Roxy perked up. Was Courtney finally about to admit to her affair with Bianca Del Rio? It was gonna be a hell of a lot easier once she didn’t have to pretend to be in the dark anymore.

“You know how I said that I’ve been...uh...seeing someone who works at Marie Claire?”

“Yeah…you gonna tell me who?”

“Well, no,” she said, and off Roxy’s annoyed scoff, added, “But...we’re coming to the party tonight...together.”

“Oh really?” Roxy’s eyebrows shot up. This actually was pretty decent information, given the potential shit storm it could cause. The drama of Miss Fame’s assistant dating one of her best friends, and them showing up together to a company event? Absolutely delicious.

“Yeah, so...I guess you’ll find out soon enough,” Courtney said, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I guess I will,” Roxy agreed, smiling placidly, already typing out a DM to Bob.

***

Fame breathed a sigh of relief as the car pulled up to the hotel she had chosen for the Galactica Christmas Party. The facade was decorated with dripping ice crystals, lights and fake snow making it the winter wonderland she had envisioned. The red carpet had been rolled out, guests already posing for photos and talking to reporters about their clothes, Fame recognizing the signature cameras from E! Network and one of Vogue’s journalists.

She had gotten the confirmation from Shangela that the string quartet had shown up, the musicians hired for the lounge area while the caterers had set up shop in the enchanted forest filled with actual pine trees, the bar carrying a line of gins specifically brewed for the event.

“So,” Patrick lifted an eyebrow, a curious expression on his face. The majority of Fame’s skirt was in her husband's lap since she refused to let the silk anywhere near the bottom of the car. “how are we feeling?”

“Me?” Fame smiled, leaning over to press a kiss against his cheek “Quite content.”

***

“Are you sure I can’t talk you into walking the carpet?”

Sutan looked over at Violet, the two of them on the bottom of the steps leading up to the hotel, Raja and Raven already halfway inside. Raja was in a tight-fitting emerald green suit with a deep cleavage, her hair twisted into a gorgeous updo, while Raven was dressed in a floor length gown in matching green, the two of them looking absolutely stunning together.

“Yes.” The message was clear, and Sutan could feel the tiniest curl of irritation in his stomach. Violet was beyond beautiful, her usually pink nails carefully painted the same red shade as her dress, a tiny purse slung over her shoulders, her black hair curled and spilling over her shoulders and back, her posture perfect even though she was leaning on her crutch, only one of them allowed to come along.

He wanted those pictures of them together, even if it was selfish.

“Lovely eyes-”

“I said no.” Violet’s tone left no room for argument, and Sutan pressed his lips together, taking a deep breath through his nose not to let his irritation win out.

“Sutan,” Violet reached out, gently touching his arm. “This isn’t a you issue, it’s a me issue. I’d love to go up there and be on your arm like a dainty little princess or trophy-”

“What?” Sutan raised an eyebrow. He had never thought of Violet as a princess, or even dainty, the muscles he knew she had and the iron will he had seen her possess over and over again so much more attractive than any trophy girlfriend could be. “That’s not what-”

“I know,” Violet squeezed, underlining her words, “But I’d honestly rather jump into traffic than talk to a single one of those reporters, and risk showing up in any of their publications.”

Sutan snorted, Violet’s dark sense of humor as always getting to him. He knew it also had to do with her relationship to her family, Violet’s choked hospital confession still rumbling around in his head, what little he had managed to piece together telling its clear story of a gossip magazine-obsessed mother, his girlfriend posing for his own mothers old canon camera at Thanksgiving without any issues.

“Okay, but promise me,” Sutan took a step, bringing them closer, his hand finding it’s now familiar place on Violet’s waist, “that I can get one soon.”

“A photo?” Violet raised an eyebrow, their hips almost touching, her free hand on his chest.

“Mmh, just for the two of us.”

“I’ll consider it,” Violet smiled, her fingers gently rearranging his tie, making sure it was sitting completely straight. “If you promise me that we can get a cab home.”

“A cab?” They had arrived with Raja and Raven, a driver coming back to pick all four of them up at the end of the night, “Why?”

“Because you, Mr. Amrull, look fucking fantastic tonight,” Violet looked up at him, a smirk on her lips, “and I wanna make out in the backseat.”

“You ready?” Bianca asked, looking over at Courtney as their car pulled up to the curb.

Courtney glanced outside, where a crowd of photographers and reporters were gathered, stomach seizing with the reality of what she was about to do, wondering if it was a mistake. Even walking the carpet with Bianca instead of taking the normal entrance with the rest of the support staff suddenly seemed audacious.

“No,” she admitted, looking back at Bianca apologetically. “I’m sorry, I-”

“Would it help if I told you how absolutely gorgeous you look?” Bianca asked, reaching out to take her hand.

Her outfit for the night was probably the most conservative of all the dresses Dan had pulled for her - a black dress--low cut, but not in a slutty way with a little bow at the front and full circle skirt, paired with a pair of Bianca’s beautiful multicolored Louboutins and simple, classy jewelry--including a glamorous strand of pink pearls that Bianca had sent over earlier in the day.

In spite of her nerves, Courtney couldn’t help but smile a little at the compliment, proud of the care she’d taken with her hair and makeup, hoping to make Bianca proud. She tucked a stray curl behind her ear and responded with a cheeky, “Look who’s talking…”

Bianca grinned, and Courtney was once again struck by how fantastic she looked, in a red silk organza cocktail dress, the floaty feminine fabric accentuating her curves perfectly, a deep v-neck giving the perfect peek at her cleavage.

“What if we just stayed in the car for awhile?” Courtney suggested, fluttering her lashes.

“I promise to make it worth your while later, angel.” Bianca squeezed her hand, pulling her in close. “But right now, I’m pretty excited to show you off. So whaddaya say?”

Courtney took a deep breath, the churning in her stomach now a combination of nerves and excitement.

“Okay.”

Bianca signalled to the driver, who quickly got out and walked around to open their door.

“Here we go…” Bianca gave her hand one final squeeze and got out, giving the flashing cameras a polite wave before reaching back in to help her out.

Courtney’s mind was a mess. She suddenly had so many concurrent anxieties, like tripping on the carpet, or being dragged to filth by come gossip rag, or, given how lightheaded she now felt, fainting, here in front of all these people. She tried to steady herself, and Bianca’s arm slid securely around her waist.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry. You look amazing,” Bianca murmured in her ear.

Bianca led her down the carpet--a true professional, posing and smiling, calmly directing Courtney so that she knew where to stand and where to look, chatting jovially with reporters.

“Who’s your date, Bianca?” one of them asked boldly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know!” Bianca joked back. They’d discussed this ahead of time - better to keep Courtney’s name out of things for the moment, given her job title. Courtney understood, and agreed, and was even a bit relieved. For now, on gossip sites and fashion blogs, she’d just be ‘BDR’s latest blonde,’ and she was very much okay with that. After all, the people that mattered to both of them would know, and that’s what she cared about.

“Well, is it serious?” another piped up.

“You tell me,” Bianca said, and then Courtney really thought she might faint, Bianca pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek as about a billion flashbulbs went off in their faces, murmuring, “You’re doing perfectly, angel.”

She turned to Bianca, gazing at her with breathless admiration, feeling like the luckiest girl in the entire world. And then she took Bianca’s face in her hands and impulsively kissed her, right on the mouth, soft but sure. So what if it was only a fling? Courtney didn’t care anymore--she would remember this high for the rest of her life.

Bianca smiled against her mouth and whispered, “Well, that’ll make headlines...”

“Oops,” Courtney whispered back, both of them giggling.

They broke apart, matching grins on their faces as they looked into each other’s eyes, until Bianca turned back to the sea of paparazzi, now in a frenzy, shouting out questions too fast for Courtney to even process the words.

“That’s enough for you demons!” Bianca called, gently pulling Courtney up the steps, giving one last smiling wave at the top, Courtney’s hand still clasped in hers.

“Are you done?”

“Nope!”

Raja hid her grin, her shoulder touching Raven’s as they posed for the camera, her fiancée radiating excitement as she chatted and flirted with the photographers.

Raven had always adored the camera, and if there was a journalist behind it, she was practically in love, getting caught by the paparazzi a treat for her each and every time it happened.

Raja didn’t feel the same thrill, didn’t care as much about showing up in gossip magazines and websites since she had gotten more than enough of that in her youth, but she couldn’t be truly upset when it generated so many great pictures, Raven often looking sexy as sin when she got caught leaving the gym.

“Raja! Over here!”

Raja turned her head, the photographer catching her attention, and that was when she saw them, Bianca coming up a little ways behind her.

Seeing Bianca on a red carpet wasn’t strange, but what was frankly bizarre was the familiar blonde at her side.

Raja had expected Fame’s assistant to be somewhere in the crowd, since it was a company party and a big treat for the staff, but what the fuck was she doing on the red carpet? The support staff was supposed to enter the party through the normal pedestrian entrance.

And then, Bianca put her arm around Courtney’s waist, kissing her cheek as she giggled girlishly.

Oh, fuck.

This was not good. Frankly, Raja wasn’t shocked that Bianca had been messing with Courtney, her behavior at the meeting last week making it painfully obvious that she liked her. But this, this was next level.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get any more embarrassing, Raja witnessed something that made her blood run cold. Courtney grasped Bianca’s face in her hands and kissed her on the lips, causing absolute chaos from the group of paparazzi around them.

“Holy shit.”

“What?” Raven looked up at her, a concerned and confused expression on her beautiful face.

“Wait here.” Raja released Raven, leaving her behind on the carpet, prepared to ambush Bianca the second she got to the doors.

Bianca had done a lot of stupid shit over the years - they all had - and dating bimbos wasn’t a new thing for her, but making out with Fame’s assistant in front of the paparazzi?

That was a new level of braindead, even for her, and Raja had to stop it right now.

The moment Bianca stepped off the carpet, she felt someone grab her arm and roughly yank her into the lobby.

“Bianca!” Raja hissed, pulling at her arm. “Come here!”

“Ow!” Bianca laughed at Raja. “Let go of me, you fucking mountain gorilla!”

Just because the woman towered over her was no reason to be intimidated, and it was gonna take a hell of a lot more to bring her down at the moment than Raja looking at her like she was insane.

Beside her, Courtney let out a small gasp, and Raja tried to recover, putting an arm around Bianca’s shoulder and giving Courtney the most sugary-sweet, fakest voice she could manage to say, “Hey there Court, can you give us a minute? I have to chat with Bianca about something important. Great shoes, by the way.”

“Oh...yeah, alright. Um…” Courtney backed away, trying to give them some space. “I’ll just wait over here, then-”

“Perfect!” Raja dragged Bianca to the other end of the lobby, away from any reporters.

“This oughta be good,” Bianca grumbled, though she was still too hyped from the carpet to manage to be truly annoyed.

“What,” Raja pushed Bianca into a corner, inches from her face, her voice filled with venom though her eyes betrayed her geniune concern, “the actual fuck do you think you’re doing, Bianca?!”

“Wanna be more specific?” Bianca asked, tilting her head, an impish smile on her face.

"It's bad enough that you're fucking Fame's assistant, but to parade her around on the red carpet? Without even bothering to give us a heads-up? Are you insane?" Raja’s teeth were clenched, clearly trying to keep her voice down.

"Please. Our relationship has nothing to do with-"

"Relationship? Are you actually calling this a relationship?"

"Yes!" Now, Bianca was starting to get annoyed. Who the fuck did Raja think she was talking to?

"Oy, this is so much worse than I thought,” Raja groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Please don't tell me this is why you bailed on the tasting menu."

"So what if I did?"

"Oh god."

"Fuck you!"

"And what did you expect to happen, Bianca? What's your great master plan with this childish stunt?"

“Well...to be honest, I didn’t know she was gonna kiss me on the carpet,” Bianca admitted, a giggle slipping from her lips. “It was kinda cute, did you see?”

“I...am going to slap you.”

“Come on, Raj. I did give this whole thing a little thought.”

“Really? It doesn’t fucking seem like it!”

“Well, I have. Look, I know she’s gonna be pissed, but I also know she’s not gonna cause a scene in the middle of the party. And then after tonight, she’s got almost a full week to cool off before she has to see me again,” Bianca said, punctuating her statement with a charming smile. Bianca was no idiot. Of course she knew that Fame would be irritated, maybe even angry, but she figured that this was a situation where it would be easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. And besides, if she had to endure her friend’s wrath for awhile in exchange for being free to put her relationship with Courtney out into the open, then so be it.

“That’s what you think will happen?” Raja huffed. “Bianca, please, Fame hasn’t seen you guys yet. If we get Courtney out the back door, we can make an alliance with Patrick to get Fame drunk and unplug the wifi tomorrow so she doesn’t go online. It’ll be like it never happened, and we'll never speak of it again.”

“Raj, listen. I know this might be a real clusterfuck, but I’m willing to accept the consequences.”

“Oh jesus help me.” Raja groaned. “I hope she’s worth it, Bianca.” She pulled away, shaking her head. “I really hope she’s worth it.”

As she walked away, Bianca took a deep breath, looking back across the lobby at Courtney, who was doing a terrible job of trying to look casual, the anxiety on her face clear as day. Bianca sent her a big smile, reaching out a hand, and Courtney rushed toward her.

“Was she mad?” she asked, brows creased with worry.

Bianca cupped her face lightly, stroking her cheek, and promised, “Not at you.”

“Okay.” Courtney bit her lip, and Bianca leaned in to kiss her cheek.

“Shall we?” she asked, gesturing to the ballroom.

“Yeah...in a minute…” Courtney said, immediately adding, “I’m sorry.”

“Take your time, angel. There’s no rush,” Bianca promised. “In fact, if you’d rather get out of here and go somewhere else-”

“No, no, no…” Courtney laughed, taking her hand. “I’m fine. Let’s go in.”

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queenmendes · 5 years ago

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Successful

Shawn Mendes x CEO!Reader

Summary: You’re the boss of a multimillion dollar company, and Shawn loves it.

Note: super quick and small blurb for y’all! God, Shawn would be the most supportive fiancé out there and no one can tell me different!

Shawn was leaning against the door frame of their bedroom, just watching her. His eyes roamed over her figure. God, she looks fucking gorgeous. The silk baby blue dress hugged her in all the right places. Her hair was in an elegant updo, leaving her neck and collarbone perfectly exposed to him. She was standing at her vanity, sticking diamond studs into her ears and slipping on the promise ring Shawn got her after 7 months of dating and slipping on the bright and new engagement ring back onto her left ring finger.

“Hmm. Hi baby.” She whispered as Shawn appeared behind her. His large hands running down her arms, landing on her hips. He leaned down to place his head in the crook of her neck; placing gently, wet kisses down on her jaw and down to her collarbone.

“You look so good.” Shawn whispered in her ear before placing one last kiss on it. The couple made eye contact in the mirror. “I’m so so proud of you, hun.” She blushed bashfully at the compliment.

“Thank you.” She said, turning around in his arms. “Thank you for supporting me through everything and being my motivation everyday.” She smiled up at him; laying her hand on his chest. Shawn’s heart fluttered at her smile; even after 2 years, she still has the same effect on him.

“Always. You’ve supported me through my hectic career, babe.” Shawn pecked her lips, “I’m so happy I get to be your arm candy tonight.” She laughs at his bright, cheesy smile before grabbing her phone and clutch off the table.

“Let’s go, you can’t be late to your own party.”

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The party was in full swing. Shawn got separated Y/N about 20 minutes ago but he didn’t mind. It felt good to watch her from afar; laughing and celebrating with her coworkers and family. She’s worked hard everyday for about 2 years; making this company into what she imagined and something to be proud of.

Shawn remembers the struggles she went through; being denied by many people. Being told it wouldn’t amount to anything and that no one would want to be apart of it. Shawn remembers the night she almost gave it all up; the night that he came home from a day of recording songs, inspired by her and her derive dedication, and saw her crying on the floor of their bedroom; she had it in her head that everyone was right and that this dream of hers was pointless.

But damn, is he glad he gets to call the strongest, most dedicated and amazing woman his. After that night, she refused to believe that she couldn’t do this. After that night, she worked twice as hard and listened to no one's negativity .

And now she is the proud CEO of Né Pour Briller, which translates to Born to Shine; a company run by women for women. It’s women fashion, beauty, skin, health and jobs all wrapped into one.

“Look at her.” Brian slapped his hand on Shawn’s back; bringing him out of his lovesick daze. “Your girl did it.” Brian leaned against the bar.

“Never doubted her, man.” Shawn smiled, “She deserves this more than anyone I know. And it’s just going to keep getting better from here.” The two talked for a few more minutes before being interrupted.

“Hi.” Y/N wraps her arms around Shawn’s waist, leaning on his chest. She looked up with those bright, happy eyes. The couple smiled at Brian as he went to mingle. “Whatcha doing?” She whispered, pecking his lips a few times.

“Thinking about how proud I am of you… and how I can’t wait to rip this dress off of you later.” Shawn admitted, his voice going low and deep; sending a shiver down her spine.

“Oh, why later?” She smirked at him. Shawn inhales sharply as she pressed herself into him; her chest flush against his.

“Doll, don’t tease. We can’t leave this party?” Shawn whispered as she placed light kisses on the opening of his half unbuttoned shirt.

“We can do whatever we want. I’m the CEO.” The mischievous glint in her eyes turned him on so much. The power she held; over the company and him. She knew exactly who she was and Shawn loved it.

“Let’s go, doll.” and god, did she show him she was the boss all night long.

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nazariolahela · 5 years ago

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Best Beloved: Chapter 6

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a PM AU I’ve been working on. It’s a bit different than my previous fic series and I’m really excited to try something new. I hope y’all enjoy it. This story is told in dual first-person narrative, from Kaia (F!MC) and Damien’s POV. The first half of this story takes place during Kaia’s freshman year and Damien’s senior year of college. The second half is two years after Kaia graduates. There will be sprinklings of canon in this fic, but we’ll try to step out of the box for the most part. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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Series Tags: @burnsoslow @lady-calypso @irishwhiskys-blog @loveellamae

Synopsis: What happens when you find yourself crushing on your best friend? For years, Damien and Kaia have been friends, while secretly harboring feelings for one another. Everything changes one night after a little too much alcohol and years of pent up feelings. Can they control their emotions and salvage their friendship, or will the feelings they hold for one another destroy everything they have?

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

Chapter Summary: It’s the night of the homecoming dance, and things are burning up on and off the dance floor.

Kaia

“Stop fidgeting. You’re going to mess up my hard work,” Nadia snapped as she put the finishing touches on my hair. It was the night of the Homecoming dance and the whole campus was in a festive mood. The year’s homecoming week featured a "Wizard of Oz" inspired theme, aptly titled, “There’s No Place Like Homecoming."

Judging by the lineup of activities, that statement wasn’t entirely false. The week’s festivities kicked off with a Wizard’s Festival on the Campus Green. Members of the Campus Activities Board were donned in costumes that could have been featured in the actual film. The rest of the week featured a Pep Rally, a campus scavenger hunt, and a concert featuring pop star Alyssa Griffin.

The parade was held earlier in the day, where the Homecoming Court was presented. The queen was Damien’s friend(?), senior Cecile Contreras. I recognized her from that day in the bistro. She eyed me with such disgust, if looks could kill, I would have dropped dead right then and there. The king was another senior by the name of Mikail Greene. I recall seeing him in passing on campus. He seemed nice. Damien said he was really popular with the student body.

The football game followed shortly after. The Badgers took an early lead but ultimately lost in OT. Steve had another stellar game, of course. I heard from people in the crowd how he was already drawing interest from NFL scouts as a freshman. When I asked Steve about it after the game, he brushed it off, saying he wouldn’t be draft-eligible for another two years.

“Okay! We’re all done. Now, get dressed. I want to see the finished product,” Nadia said, giving my updo a final spritz with hairspray.

I retreated to the bathroom and grabbed my homecoming dress hanging on the back of the door. I pulled the dress off the hanger and examined it. It was a low-cut, sparkly red, spaghetti strap number with a gold belt at the waist. I ran my fingers across the A-Line tulle skirt and smiled as I slipped the dress over my head, careful not to mess up my hair. Once I was dressed, I applied my makeup and took one last look at myself in the mirror. Students of Hartfeld, eat your heart out!

I swung the bathroom door open and stepped out into the shared space of our dorm. Nadia turned and gasped when she caught sight of me all dolled up.

“Ohmygods, Kaia! You look amazing!” she said, her eyes welling with tears.

“Really?” I asked, twirling around the room.

She nodded. “Whoever you’re planning on impressing tonight is going to be blown away.” She didn’t say it, but I knew she meant Damien. To be honest, I’d been upping my game in terms of my appearance lately. Ever since he told me he and Alana had been having problems, I’d been going out of my way to show him what he was missing. I put my hand on Nadia’s shoulder in a silent thanks, then moved to my room to retrieve my clutch.

Once we were ready, we exited the dorm and made our way to the parking lot. Steve’s trusty blue Chevy pickup sat in the empty space in front of our building. He and Sloane were seated on the tailgate, showing each other something on their phones. Steve looked up and a wide grin spread across his face when he noticed Nadia.

“Babe...You look...wow…” he stuttered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and peppered his face with kisses. I turned towards Sloane and gave her a bright smile as she hopped off the tailgate.

“Your dress is so pretty!” I squealed motioning for her to twirl. Her dress was similar in style and material as mine but in a light blue color.

“Thanks! Yours too! You ready to go?” she said, smoothing down her skirt.

I hooked my thumb back towards Steve and Nadia. “Sure. As soon as those two come up for air.”

Sloane laughed and shouted at the kissing couple to break it up. Nadia flipped us the bird, then we all piled into the pickup and made our way towards the Sports and Activities Center, where the homecoming dance was held every year. When we pulled up in the parking lot, it looked a lot different from the first time we were here. Gone were the tailgaters; replaced with a few remaining parade floats being dismantled and students in formal attire.

We walked the sidewalk that connected the parking lot to the football stadium and activities center, noticing it temporarily painted yellow to simulate a “Yellow Brick Road.”

“Cute,” I said to myself as we made our way inside the center. The doorman took our tickets and directed us to the field house which had been transformed into The Emerald City.

“Ohmygods, Kaia! I just realized your dress reminds me of Dorothy’s shoes!” Nadia squealed, squeezing my hand.

My eyes roamed the room, taking in the magnificent job that CAB did on the decorations. A dance floor occupied the center of the room with several high-top tables scattered around it. The DJ booth was set up towards the back of the room under one of the basketball hoops. The bleachers were folded up on either side of the room to allow space for a photo booth and a bar area.

We moved through the room and found an empty table. The music from the DJ booth filled the room as dancers moved about the dance floor. A flash of black hair caught my eye and I turned to see Hayden strutting towards me. He had no business looking so good in a blue vest over a grey dress shirt and gray checkered tie. His eyes met mine and he grinned from ear to ear. When he arrived at our table, his eyes traveled the length of my body and I felt my cheeks and ears burning up.

“There’s no place like home,” he muttered under his breath and I barely caught what he said.

“What?”

“Nothing. You look amazing. Wanna dance?”

I looked over at Nadia and Steve, who were attached at the mouth. Sloane was nowhere to be found. I gnawed on my bottom lip, contemplating his offer. Damien’s words crept into my mind. You should give him a chance. Who knows? He might turn out to be a great guy. I turned back to Hayden and gave him a soft smile. “Sure. Let’s go.”

His eyes lit up as he took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Maroon 5’s “Animals” blared from the speakers as we moved together. I swayed my body to the beat, lost in the rhythm of the music. When I opened my eyes, I saw Hayden dancing, but his eyes were fixed on me. The intensity of his gaze made my skin instantly flushed. When the song came to an end, a slower track followed and I took this as my cue to grab a drink.

“You thirsty?” I asked.

He nodded and led me over to the bar. I perused the menu. Damn, no alcohol. I ordered both of us one of the signature “mocktails.” The bartender gave us our drinks and we made our way back to the table. Nadia and Steve were missing in action, but Sloane was standing there talking to a guy with auburn hair. She smiled when she saw Hayden and I approaching.

“Hey, guys! How was the dance floor?”

“Crowded,” Hayden replied, sipping his mocktail. The redhead guy whispered something in Sloane’s ear and she nodded before he walked away.

“So, who’s your friend?” I smirked at her.

“Oh, just some guy in my Spanish Comp class. Whatcha drinking?” she asked, eyeing my glass.

“It’s the signature mocktail. They’re pretty tasty. Have you tried one yet?” I said to her, holding up the multi-colored drink.

“Yeah, Derek went to grab us some.” She looked at Hayden, then back at me. Her eyes silently asked what was up between him and I. I smirked and shook my head as if to say, “tell ya later.” Derek returned shortly and the four of us fell into a comfortable conversation. He and Sloane had a class together and had been texting for a few weeks. I learned that Derek was a sophomore and a member of CAB. I complimented him on the decor, to which smiled and nodded. He finished his drink and asked her if she wanted to dance.

“Watch my drink for me?” she asked.

I nodded and smiled as Derek led her out to the dance floor, leaving Hayden and me alone. He rested his forearms on the tabletop and turned to me.

“So, you excited for midterms?”

I laughed. “Who would be excited about that?”

“Well, me for one. It means the semester’s half over.”

“Hmm...good point. I guess that’s one thing to look forward to,” I replied and took a sip of my drink.

He nodded and we fell into an awkward silence, watching the crowd. After a few minutes, he cleared his throat and spoke up. “So, I know I asked you this before, and I don’t want to come off too desperate, but I really like you, Kaia. And I know you like me too.”

My cheeks flushed. How did he know? As if he could read my thoughts, he continued. “Your cousin told me.”

Damnit, Nadia!

He smiled and continued. “Let me take you out. We don’t even have to call it a date. I just want to get to know you.” He reached across the table and took my hand in his, lightly brushing his thumb across my knuckles.

I looked down at our joined hands, then back up at him. My body reacting to the contact. Why was I acting like this? We were both single and obviously attracted to each other. What could it hurt? For some odd reason, my thoughts wandered to Damien. Jesus, what was wrong with me. He wasn’t available. It was because of him that I was hesitant to pull the trigger with Hayden. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to clear my thoughts. When I opened my eyes, Hayden was looking at me expectantly.

“Okay.”

He seemed taken aback. “Okay?”

I nodded. “Okay, okay. Let’s do it. Take me out. When are you free?”

A wide grin spread across his face. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Whatever you want to do,” I replied.

Something flashed in his eyes. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on the back of it. “I think it’s time for another dance. Don’t you?”

I nodded and let him lead me out onto the dance floor. Ariana Grande and The Weeknd’s “Love Me Harder” started playing and Hayden placed his hands on my waist as we swayed back and forth. I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him close, pressing our foreheads together.

“Kaia? Can I ask you something?” he whispered into my ear.

“Sure,” I replied.

“What changed?”

I pulled back and searched his face. “What do you mean?”

He sighed. “I mean. I’ve been asking you out for almost a month now, and you’ve been side-stepping giving me a definite answer. Don’t get me wrong. I’m so happy you finally said yes, but I’m curious what changed?”

I thought back to the conversation I had with Damien in the bistro. How I was too afraid to pursue anything with Hayden because I was still harboring feelings for him. Would I ever get over them? Maybe in time. And he would always hold a special place in my heart. But this schoolgirl crush was getting in the way of me having a life. “Honestly? I just felt like it was time I got my shit together.”

Hayden seemed to accept that answer and pulled me back against him. We danced through two more songs, laughing and talking. As the current song was coming to a close, I looked across the room and saw him. Damien. The sight of him caused my breath to catch. He looked absolutely mouth-watering in a navy blue suit. The top two buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned, giving me a glimpse of his chest.

He had his arm wrapped around Alana’s waist, but his eyes held mine with a look of pure lust mixed with jealousy. He leaned down and whispered something into Alana’s ear, never taking his eyes off mine. Hayden came up behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. Damien looked over to him, then back at me.

I was the first to break eye contact, turning to Hayden and telling him that I had to use the restroom. He nodded and headed back to our table as I made my way through the crowd to the ladies' room. I grabbed the first open stall and rushed inside, shutting the door. I leaned up against the stall door and sucked in several deep breaths. What the hells was wrong with me? I was here with another guy, but I was eye-fucking my best friend from across the room. Jesus! Get ahold of yourself, Kaia!

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Damien

Alana and I walked into the gym hand-in-hand. The strobe lights danced across the room as some upbeat pop song poured from the speakers. We spotted Cecile and Rowan dancing together, the lights reflecting off Cecile’s Homecoming Queen crown. Alana pulled me toward one of the tables and set her clutch down on the tabletop. She scanned the room, taking in the decor.

“Well, at least it's better than last year’s theme,” she huffed.

I cringed. Last year’s homecoming theme was “Boot-Scootin’ Victory,” a western-themed event that was as cheesy as you’d expect. I’m not sure who approved that one. The entire campus looked like a scene from the movie, “Tombstone.” The dance was even worse. CAB hired a country-western band to entertain, and they played nothing but ‘90s country music for the entirety of the dance.

The most amusing thing that happened was watching the basketball team try to line-dance. A video of the team’s center riding a mechanical bull went viral, causing his draft stock to dip. Apparently, NBA scouts frown upon a 6’10” player having almost-sex with his girlfriend on the mechanical bull at the school dance.

Cecile and Rowan joined us a few minutes later at our table. Rowan and I made small talk while Cecile and Alana reenacted an episode of Project Runway, judging the dresses of our classmates. Rowan left to go grab drinks for the table, leaving me with the girls. I leaned over the table and congratulated Cecile on winning Homecoming Queen. She scowled, then muttered thanks.

I chuckled to myself. She was probably still pissed about seeing me and Kaia together at the bistro. I know she tattled to Alana right after they left. That night, Alana came to my dorm. We fought, made love, fought again, then didn’t talk for two days. I remembered Kaia’s words in the bistro when I told her about mine and Alana’s relationship troubles. This whole relationship seems really unhealthy. There’s a huge lack of trust on both sides. That’s something a break isn’t going to fix. If she only knew.

Rowan returned to the table with the drinks. I picked up the glass and eyed it skeptically as the green and yellow colors swirled together. I took a sip and turned up my nose.

“What the hells is this?”

“Some signature mocktail. Pineapple, orange and melon juice,” he said, taking a drink of his. “And it tastes like shit.”

He reached into his suit jacket and retrieved a flask, pouring what I assumed was alcohol into the cup. He turned and offered me some. I held out my drink and he dumped a splash of the clear liquid into my glass. I shook my head. “More.” He smirked and kept pouring until I motioned for him to stop. I took a drink. It was better, but not by much. I bit my tongue and chugged the drink, happy to finally have finished it off.

As Alana and Cecile continued to gossip, I spotted Nadia and some blonde kid making their way towards me. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and moved faster through the crowd. She wrapped her arms around me in a bone-crushing hug.

“Damien Elvis Nazario! Have you been avoiding me this semester?” she squealed.

I laughed. “Even if I was, you’d track me down.”

“It’s like you know me,” she replied.

I looked over her shoulder to see Alana staring at us with a scowl. I detached myself from Nadia and introduced her to Alana. The two women sized each other up in some sort of awkward standoff. After several tense moments, Nadia grabbed the arm of the guy she was with and drug him over to us. “Damien. I want you to meet Steve, my boyfriend.”

At the mention of his name, I remembered Kaia telling me about him at the frat party. “Ah, yes, Tennyson. Good game today, man. You’ve been tearing it up this season.”

He nodded and shook my hand. “Thanks, man. I know it’s still early, but I think we have a shot at the natty this year.”

The two of us talked for a few minutes before Alana wrapped her arms around me from behind and began pulling me toward the dance floor. I rolled my eyes and said my goodbyes to Nadia and Steve, then followed her. We made our way through the tables and found a spot near the edge of the crowd. A slow pop ballad played and Alana wrapped her arms around my neck. I rested my hands on her hips as we swayed to the music. As we danced, I scanned the crowd.

At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I caught a glance of her on the other side of the dance floor. Kaia. My Kaia. She looked like a goddess in that shimmery red dress. She was dancing with some tall guy with black hair. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, and she started laughing. The jealousy radiated through my body. I watched her as the other guy rested his hands on her waist. I wanted to sprint across the dance floor and break both of his arms. Instead, I stood there — my arms wrapped around my girlfriend — watching my best friend dance with another man.

She looked up and locked eyes with me. Her shocked expression caused my lips to turn up in a small smile. She looked over at Alana, who was talking to some random girl. She probably introduced me, but I was too preoccupied watching Kaia to care. I glanced over at my best friend’s date, then back at her. The two of us stared at each other across the room for several moments before I felt Alana tug at my arm.

“I’m going to go grab another drink. Do you want anything?” she asked.

I leaned down, never taking my eyes off Kaia and muttered in her ear. “No, I’m good. I’m gonna go use the restroom.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Alana move away. Kaia turned to her date, said something to him, then made her way through the crowd towards the doors of the gym. I waited 10 seconds, making sure Alana or none of her friends were around, then followed her. I reached the doors leading to the hallway when I saw her enter the bathroom. The alcohol began to take effect as I walked past a couple making out against the trophy case and stood outside the entrance to the bathroom.

Several minutes passed before she emerged. Her head was down, and she didn’t notice me until she nearly crashed into me.

“Holy shit! Damien!” she said, nearly toppling over. It was very reminiscent of the first day of school. I reached out and grabbed her arm to steady her. The touch of her smooth skin sent my senses into overdrive.

“We’ve gotta stop running into each other like this,” I smiled. She laughed and my chest tightened. My eyes raked up and down her body. Fuck, she looked phenomenal. That dress hugged her curves. I wanted to reach out and feel the fabric between my fingers

“You here by yourself?” I asked.

“I came with Nadia, Steve, and Sloane. They’re around here somewhere.”

I noticed she didn’t mention the guy she was dancing with. Which meant she didn’t come here with him. “No date?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Technically, no.”

“Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Hayden. You remember me telling you about him, right?” she smirked. I saw the amusement in her expression. Of course, I did. I was the one who told her to go out with him.

I nodded my head. “So, you finally decided to give the poor guy a chance.”

“I did. He’s taking me out tomorrow,” she smiled and it made me jealous.

“Oh yeah? On a Sunday?” I replied sharply, the alcohol giving me courage.

She cocked an eyebrow. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. He didn’t want to wait until next weekend to see me again.” I could hear the challenge in her voice.

I shoved my hands in my pants pockets. “Hmm...that’s interesting. Usually, guys who aren't that interested take girls out on Sundays.”

“Are you speaking from experience?” she scowled.

I shrugged. “I just know that Sundays are usually the day when people wind down from the weekend and prepare for their week. So, he probably won’t be all there mentally.”

Annoyance flashed in her eyes. “I don’t know why you give a shit, Dames. You were the one who told me to go out with him. He likes me and I like him. Why is that such a big deal to you?”

“I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into. I mean, what do you know about this kid anyway besides his dog’s name and what classes he has?”

That seemed to piss her off even more. She stood up straight and stepped into my space. Her voice was low but held so much anger. “What the hells has gotten into you, Damien? First, you encourage me to go out with the guy. Now you’re trying to talk me out of it. You’re my best friend, not my dad. You don’t even know him, so stop judging him. The whole reason I’m going out with him is so I can get to know him. Why don’t you just back off?”

A loose strand of hair fell from her updo into her face. On instinct, I reached out and tucked it behind her ear, my palm brushing her soft cheek in the process. Her breath hitched at the contact. My eyes traveled to her mouth as she gnawed on her bottom lip. I knew my presence was making her nervous. That was her tell.

Thanks to the combination of the alcohol coursing through my body and the tension between us, I threw all inhibition out the window and leaned in to capture her mouth in a kiss. She froze for a moment, then her body melted as she gave in. A slight gasp escaped her lips as I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to me. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but damn if it felt so right. My fingers tangled in her hair and I slipped my other arm around her waist. Her lips parted slightly, allowing my tongue to dart into her mouth and massage hers. I had forgotten how good it felt to kiss her.

”Damien,” she whimpered.

My hands traveled down her back and cupped her ass. She moaned in my mouth, the sound shooting straight to my dick. I pressed my growing hard-on into her thigh. ”That's it, Kaia. Say my name.”

”Damien, please,” she said, breaking the kiss. She pressed her palms flat against my chest and shoved me back. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “You have a girlfriend.”

“And?” I replied, moving closer.

She stepped back. “You should figure your shit out with her first. I won’t be a cheater,” she huffed.

“Kaia,” I said, my voice coming out in a harsh whisper.

“I have to get back to my date.” She looked me up and down, noticing the bulge in my crotch. “You should probably do the same.” She took one last look at me before turning and stomping down the hallway back towards the dance. She stopped at the entrance to the gym and turned back to me. The intensity of her gaze made me want to march up to her and claim her in front of the whole school, but my feet were rooted to the floor. Her eyes searched mine, both of our gazes saying what our mouths couldn’t. After a few beats, she shook her head and walked back inside.

I stood there and watched the door, waiting for her to come back. When she didn’t, I sighed and made my way back to the gym. I scanned the crowd for her but gave up after a few moments. Spotting Alana at our table with Rowan and Cecile, I raked my hand through my hair and sighed before walking back to my girlfriend.

#best beloved #pm au #college au #friends to lovers #perfect match #choices fanfic #damien nazario #kaia park #damien x mc #nazariolahela fanfic

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dazzledamazon · 5 years ago

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Not the Same as Everyone 2/?

SOA fic Juice

Sunny smiled. Four years ago, Gemma found out about her sister. Because of the now ex boyfriend, he’d caused a severe rift between the once close sisters. They hadn’t spoken in 6 years. Athena has gotten married and had kids in the ten years since they’d last spoken. Gemma and Juice found Athena and told her everything. Now they were close again.

*HBD BEAUTIFUL! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ U! We loved seeing you a few weeks ago. Kids and David say please come back soon as do I. I love you kid. Tell Gemma I said Hi and give that cutie Juice a hug from me huh? Happy Birthday Sunshine*

Sunny smiled and just laid there, staring at the ceiling. Then her cell chimed again. It was her only other friend besides the club. Her bestie, Stormy, who’d moved to Ireland, in high school. But no matter what they were still close.

*Smile up Buttercup. Love ya. We will skype soon. Go out and have a day for you eh! Miss you loads. Go and get laid, dye yer hair purple and kiss a certain gorgeous lad I keep saying is perfect for u! Stop blushing luv.*

The redhead smiled,” I’ll have a day for me you goof. That’s it,” she giggled. “Maybe the hair.”

Later she was in the kitchen, fixing her lunch kit when she looked out her window. Sunny watched her neighbors getting their kids into the car to go to school. Closing her eyes, her dream had been to have that with her ex. But Sunny knew she’d never be able to after him. Sunny shook it off and smiled. Time to take Stormy’s advice.

“Gemma can I come in later,?” Sunny texted her boss.

“Sure baby. In fact it’s slow. Just show up at my house for dinner at 4:30 to help me out.”

“Deal Thanks Gem.”

After a long bath, she got her long, auburn hair done in an updo with long waves down her back. Nails done. Got home and did her makeup. Still early. Got dressed in the new outfit she’d bought. A red, bell sleeve, half top with ripped jeans. Black heels. It was about 1:30 when Donna called her.

“Hey what are you up to today?,” she asked.

“I’m gonna go to lunch and then hang at the beach for awhile.”

The tone of her voice worried Donna,” Hey are you ok? Sunset you sound kinda down.”

“Just one of those days I guess. Nothing’s wrong.”

“Hey we all get those. That secret place at the beach you brought me to. Go. Relax and recharge. With the guys we have, we need to,” she laughed. “Need a ride?”

“Nah. I’m good. Thanks.”

She got to the beach around 3:15. It had been slightly overcast all day, so not too hot or bright. No chance of getting sunburnt. Sunny sat on the sand, just staring at the waves. Totally spaced out. It was a beautiful spot. Secluded, near some rocks she could climb or even hide under. Sunny had fallen asleep on Juice’s shoulder many times here.

“Damn it!”, Gemma yelled, slamming the house phone.

“What’s wrong?”, Clay asked.

“Sunny was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago.”

Clay shrugged it off,”Probably running late.”

The rest of the guys all became worried immediately.

“Wait she’s not here yet? Miss Always on Time,” Bobby asked. He gave her the nickname because she was never ever late.

“I can’t find her. No answer at home. Or her cell. The club. The office. Nothing,” Gemma said worriedly.

“I’m going to look at the coffee place,” Kozik said.

Tig kissed Gemma’s cheek,”I’ll check her place.”

Happy and Bobby left to check a few places. Opie and Donna drove up as they were leaving.

“Gemma what’s going on?,” Opie asked, hugging Gemma.

“Sunny. We can’t find her. She’s over thirty minutes late.”

“I talked to her earlier. She sounded kinda depressed. Said she was going to the beach to her spot,” Donna said.

“Gemma I got this. C’mon Chibs,” Juice said quickly, running out the door.

“Gem, she needs the surprise party. Sunny is always looking after us. It’ll be ok,” Opie said.

Juice and Chibs pulled up to the spot. Sunny was sitting on the beach, under the rocks. Juice could tell that she’d probably fell asleep there.

“Hey Sunny,whatcha doin beautiful?,” Juice asked, pulling her close.

At that moment, the daze left,”Ju what are you doing here?”

“What’s wrong? You can tell me,”he said, kissing her cheek.

Her hazel eyes stared at the waves, “Came to feel sorry for myself.”

@starrynite7114 @everyhowlmarksthedead @chibsytelford @mayans-mc @elcococruz @hermankopusortizorsumshite

#sons of anarchy #juice ortiz #juice x reader #my writing

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star-guardian-headcanons · 6 years ago

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Daylily- coquetry

It was annoying, really, to see Ezreal flirt with Lux. And Lux actually liked the stupid nickname he gave her - Starlight. So, when Ezreal started getting too close to Lux, she came up with a devious plan: flirt with Soraka.

Sunglasses? Check. Cinnamon rolls for Soraka? Check. Red bean ice cream to bribe Shisa? Check.

With a pastry box tucked under her arm and a tub of ice cream under the other, she confidently strolled up to Soraka. She dropped the box onto the poolside table and slid the ice cream toward Shisa. He made eye contact with her, she nodded, he nodded back. Before he left, he raised two fingers to his eyes and directed them back to her. I’m watching you.

Soraka, puzzled, looked at the two of them. “Is everything alright?”

“Yep!” Jinx nodded. “Here! This,” she said as she reached into her extravagant updo, “is for you!” She presented the daylily to Soraka with a flourish.

“Oh! This is beautiful! Thank you,” Soraka blushed. She shyly took the flower and tucked it behind her ear.

Her marvelous plan was going exactly as she planned! Especially since Ezreal the blonde weasel was staring at them now.

She pushed her sunglasses back and sat down on the chair opposite of Soraka. “Thanks for letting me sit!”

“Oh, of course,” Soraka said. “How have you been doing?”

“Super awesome! Hey, wanna cinnamon roll? I brought some!” Jinx opened the box, revealing the fresh pastries.

Jinx watched Soraka’s eyes light up, and out of the corner of her eye, watched Ezreal frantically run a hand through his hair. Perfect.

“Thank you so much, Jinx,” Soraka absentmindedly said. She was already examining each cinnamon roll, looking for the best one.

“No problemo, Unicorn!” She paused for a few seconds and allowed Soraka to select a roll before continuing. “Your hair looks super fluffy. Can I touch it?”

Soraka snapped out of her trance and flushed pink at the comment. “S-sure?”

Jinx grinned and reached across to touch her mint curls. Ezreal - stupid, dumb Ezreal - was now watching with horror in his eyes.

She let out the loudest squeal she possibly could. “Wow! It's so soft and pretty!” She cooed a few more times until Soraka was nearly bright pink.

“Thank you,” Soraka replied. She shook her hair out and tucked her chin in. Jinx smiled to herself; shy, blushy Soraka would surely make Ezreal jealous.

And was he jealous! Jinx watched as he stalked over to them. He kicked a few towels and a pool noodle out of his way before reaching the table.

“Hiya, Ez! Whatcha doing here?” she greeted. “Wanna cinnamon roll?” She picked one up and held it up.

He responded with the coldest ‘no’ she ever heard.

“Soraka thinks they're good,” she remarked. “Right, Soraka?”

Soraka nodded her head as she looked back and forth between the two. “It’s very good.”

“Jinx, stop it,” Ezreal said. His hands were balled up, and Jinx happily swung her legs under the table. It was working.

“As long as you stop with Lux. Deal?” She sweetly smiled at him, daring him to say no.

“Deal.”

Or at least that was how it was supposed to go.

She foolishly let the rest of the team leave without her and ended up having to walk to the pool instead. It was too damn hot, and everything was melting. The icing on the cinnamon rolls, the ice cream, her own body. Her arms were dripping with sweat and some ice cream. And by the First Star, her hair. When she left the house, it was nice and neat and pretty, but now it was falling down and the daylilies were wilting in the heat. Not to mention, she was exhausted from the walk.

But she couldn't let Ezreal win.

“Unicorn!” she greeted when she arrived at Soraka’s table. “Shisa,” she said, with noticeably less enthusiasm. She set down the crushed pastry box and the tub of half melted ice cream.

“Shisa, can you get some water for her?” Soraka asked as she took in the sight of Jinx. Shisa nodded and hurried away. “Are you alright?” Soraka grabbed the towel on her chair.

Jinx tried to laugh, but it came out as a gasp instead. “Me? I’m totally okay! It's just… super hot!”

“Sit down,” Soraka commanded. She got up from her seat and started to wipe the sweat off the back of Jinx's neck. Jinx winced as the towel touched her neck. “Did you forget to put on sunscreen? You're very red.”

This was not how it was supposed to go. She winced again when Soraka gently touched her shoulder. Sunburned already. “Wanna flower?” Jinx desperately offered. She pulled out the one dangling above her left ear and held it out to Soraka.

“It's alright,” she replied, still concentrated on Jinx's sweaty back. “But thank you, anyway.”

“Cinnamon rolls?” she tried again. She suppressed a whimper as she felt the towel touch her sunburned skin again.

“Maybe later.”

Jinx let Soraka wipe her forehead as well. Her ears started to burn when she realized Lux was staring at her. And stupid, dumb Ezreal was, too. Even worse, Shisa was back with the water, and she could feel him judging her. She stuck her tongue out at him, and he glared back.

“Drink up,” Soraka said as she opened the bottle and handed to Jinx.

She took it and gulped down the water. And nearly spat it out when she saw Lux and Ezreal walking towards her. Soraka and Lux exchanged hellos, while Ezreal waved hi to her. She stared back.

“You okay, Jinx?” Lux asked. She looked more amused than worried. “Did you walk all the way here?” she joked.

Jinx grumbled a noncommittal response. This was embarrassing.

“I thought you guys had a bus stop near your house,” Ezreal said.

She was not going to admit she missed the bus. Especially not to him. Lux didn't need to know either. Or Soraka. Or anyone, for that matter. She mumbled another indecipherable answer and turned her head.

Lux’s amusement disappeared. “Jinx… You actually-”

“Whatever! It's not even my fault!” Jinx retorted. “It's his!”

Ezreal had the decency to look surprised. “My fault?”

She huffed in irritation. “You keep being all buddy-buddy with Lux! And it's annoying!”

“Aw, Jinx! Are you jealous?” he teased. He fluffed his hair. “Alright, if it makes you feel better, I won't talk to Lux today.”

Jinx was still sunburned, embarrassed, and melting in the heat, but she did it. Ezreal was going to leave her precious Luxanna alone. Take that, Ez.

#a to z: flowers #star-guardian-headcanons #star guardian ezreal #star guardian jinx #star guardian lux #star guardian soraka #lightcannon ish

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bolbianddolanhouse · 6 years ago

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BNHA self insert AU

Nani the heck is this? Read here!

Chapter 15: I’m Just Tryna Have a Good Time

Its Tuesday, T-minus 5 days until the dance and I have made up my mind on my pressing issue. Dress is 90% ready and I was feeling all my stresses leave my body.

-Stats and Strats with Jin-

“Hey, whatcha get on the quiz?” Jin asked me quietly “I didn’t do so hot.”

“I got a 90%, its passing” I responded back “and you?”

“I got an 86, thats my lowest test score in this class!” Jin harshly said “I’m losing it!”

“No you’re not” I comforted him as I took his test to compare “look here! Your responses on the short answer weren’t extensive enough and...you got one multiple choice wrong.”

“Did you get that one wrong too?” Jin took a peek at the two tests “I’ll be honest I didn’t understand that one, like what the hell is the percentage of successful cases in the country? We didn’t go over that!”

“Yeah I got it wrong too, I thought I was trippin because I swear I saw that number in a different class” I reflected back “I aint too worried about it tho.”

“You really are maxin’ and chillaxin’ huh?” Jin sighed as he took back his quiz “I’ll go talk to sensei about it then.”

Class ended a bit early and I had no after school duties, so I had extra down time to get my dress finished and fill out my internship paperwork. I teleport to the dorms and see the boys practicing their slow dancing in the commons room.

“Um am I interrupting something?” I tried to suppress my laughter “what am I looking at here?”

“AH! Palma-san!” yelped Kirishima “we were just practicing our slow dancing, since we all have dates.”

“well...everyone but Koda, Iida and Mineta” Ojiro sliding in with the facts “but Koda isn’t going, Mineta is gross and Iida is having trouble asking a certain someone.”

“Oof I heard about his trouble asking” I bluntly stated “I heard they’re hard to get a hold of but they seem to be close from the way he speaks about them, hope they meet soon.”

The boys looked at each other and exchanged looks of confusion. “So like, who do you wish would ask you to the dance?” asked Sato.

“I don’t really care, maybe somebody I know? I don’t have eyes for anybody” I thought out loud as I took off my shoes “I just want to look and feel pretty while having fun! Having a date is optional in my agenda.”

I walk to my room and the boys murmur when I closed my door. I didn’t leave my room until everyone was in their rooms so I could have a quiet dinner. My dinner in the dark was disrupted by Iida turning on the lights, thinking I was the food thief that’s been eating other’s lunches and leftovers for the past 3 months.

“Oh its you!” Iida said relieved “I know you aren’t the food thief.”

“hahaha nah, I’m just having my dinner” I giggled “time flies when you’re putting finishing touches on your dress.”

“It’s near completion? That’s great to hear!” he congratulated me “how’s your offer choosing going?”

“I decided to go with Best Jeanist”

“WOW! with the number 4 hero!” He exclaimed as he pulled me in for a hug “I’m so proud of you for getting such an offer! He’s an amazing person, Bakugo interned under him and turned out better than ever!”

I was taken by surprise with the hug, he was squeezing me but not like he used to. It was much more gentle and I wasn’t lifted up, face smashed against his chest. I took in his scent and it was pleasant and not too strong, I put my arms around him forgetting that I was in the kitchen. If I didn’t snap out of my little daze, I honest to God would’ve kissed him and ruin everything.

“Thank you Tenya” I said breaking off the hug “glad that you’re happy with my choice.”

“Why?”

“It’s just that my classmates were giving me flack on turning down alot of agencies that they wanted to get offers from” I said turning back to my plate of food “but all I said to them was ‘get gud’ because it’s MY choice and I know what the heck is up.”

“That is true” he said yawning “well I’m going to bed, good night Ita”

“Good night!” I say with a forkful of sliced beets. I thought to myself as he walked away wow what is wrong with me? Thats the 3rd time I’ve been tempted to kiss him but I know better! He’s just being nice and its just my stupid feelings getting twisted when I get any sort of attention from boys.

-Next day, leaving the nurses office-

“Oof that exam took longer than I thought Muffin 2.0″

“Yes! it took up all of class time and 5 minutes of lunch”

“Wow really?!” I exclaimed as I turned the corner to head to the intel wing “so much for catching the last half of hero class.”

I walk down the hallway where classroom 1-A is and see Iida walk out.

“Oh hi Tenya!”

Iida looks up to see me and the robo-dog.

“Ita! You’re ok!” He said running toward me.

“Yea hehe, I was due for my well-being check up and it took up all of class time.”

“Oh I see...did everything go well?”

“Yes, I am in better shape than 2 months ago thats for-” I started then got disrupted by my phone, it was a text from Mimi.

[WE HAVE A SITUATION IN THE SITUATION ROOM! CODE GREEN!]

My face turns pale and I didn’t hear what Iida was saying.

“...so if you’re already going, it would be my-”

“hmm? Oh sorry to cut you short but I’m needed at the situation room” I said as I started running down the hall and turned back to follow up “um if you aren’t busy later we can finish up!” Before Iida could say anything I bolt out of sight with the robo-dog. I get to the situation room (its just our commons room where we cook and eat) and see a bunch of students freaking out over the rice cooker that was on fire! I didn’t know what to do and I spotted Mimi and Jin screaming at Diya sensei in the corner, huddled and rocking himself.

“I have contacted All Might!” screamed Hansai “HELP IS ON THE WAY! I REPEAT, HELP IS ON THE WAY!”

“What the hell is All Might going to do?!” I yelled at Hansai “flex out the fire?! fuckin DETROIT SMASH our rice cooker and call it justice?!”

“You know what, I didn’t think that call all the way through” Hansai reflected on his choices “oh boy, press F for our soon to be deceased rice cooker.”

Our door bust open with All Might crashing in “do not worry agents! I AM HERE!”

We all point and scream at the rice cooker and All Might looked like he was questioning his life choice on becoming a teacher as he stared at the comically unfortunate fire. He takes his hand and just smothers out the fire, we just explode with how anti-climatic it was to have the number 1 hero to just lightly pat the fire out.

“Thank you All Might, and your yaoi hands!” spoke up Jin.

“Jin you can’t just say that to a hero!” I said face palming at that comment.

All Might looks at his hands, realizes Jin is right and just walks out without saying anything.

“SEE! Now he’s insecure!” scolded Yuka “how the hell do you just make the number one hero insecure?!”

We never let Jin live that down. Our day went about normally and I went to the dorms to see if I could finish that conversation with Iida. He was busy and I felt sort of bad that I just brushed him off like that. I really wanted to know what he wanted to tell me. It bothered me into the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. Its day of the dance now and I was going to have fun! Ain’t nothing going to ruin this for me! I made the last stitch on my dress 2 hours before I was supposed to get ready and she was perfect! I get started on my hair and makeup when I get knocks on my door, what now?

“Who is it?”

“its the girls! we have an emergency!”

“Oh no! come in!”

The girls burst in and Mina melted part of her bottom hem, Uraraka went too heavy handed on the eyeliner and Asui’s curls didn’t come out right. With some teamwork and cooperation from Momo, I got some matching trim to sew on the hem to hide the blunder. I had Uraraka wipe off her makeup while I brushed out Asui’s hair to redo the curls. I redid the makeup while the hot curlers were working on Asui. When everything got fixed and they went on there way back to their rooms, I saw that I had less than an hour to get ready! I really pushed my luck to finish but I was still the last one to get ready. All my panic left my head when I put on my faux mink coat, I took one good look in the mirror, I felt so pretty and looked gorgeous. I spritz on some perfume and grabbed my clutch to feel my fantasy before walking out.

“Ah! sorry I took so long!” I said briskly walking to the commons room to meet the girls “had to perfect my makeup and lost track of time.”

“PALMA-SAN YOU LOOK LIKE A PRINCESS!” squealed the girls over my final look. “The bouffant updo really makes for the princess look!” admired Momo.

I blush and we took our photo and some selfies before heading out.

“Ok we should go now! We had our dates wait long enough downstairs” said Uraraka walking to the stairs “Are you coming with us Palma-san?”

“Oh uh I was just going to teleport there” I played it cool like I wasn’t a little envious that I was going dateless “see yall on the dance floor!” They leave and I see them walk arm in arm with their dates. I text Mimi and Jin that I am making my way over soon, as I’m typing all that out, I hear someone from the boys side close their room and walk to the commons room. In walks Iida, wearing a dark grey suit with a lavender colored dress shirt and gold bowtie, he had a small white box in his hands. I looked at him and stopped typing, he looked so handsome and a bitch might get wild and hold his hand. He stared back at me as he couldn’t believe his eyes either.

“Wow Ita” he broke the silence and walked toward me “you look so stunning!” He got my hands in his “I can’t believe you made this dress yourself! The result was well worth the effort, so beautiful.”

I turn red “you don’t look bad yourself!” I look at the box he set on the table “is that for your date OH that reminds me! Who is your date anyways?”

Iida looks at the box then at me with embarrassment “Yes and um, you see, well...” He let go of my hands to pick up the box “I’m not good at these things but um I was trying to ask you to be my date to the dance. And I had so many opportunities that we were alone together for me to ask but...the words couldn’t come out and I got nervous every time.”

“Oh Tenya” I said now realizing that I was the elusive certain someone “how could I not put 2 and 2 together that you were trying to ask me! Sorry I’m such a mess!”

“No no no! I was being a coward!” he shifted blame on himself “so... if it’s not too late, Itati, will you be my date to the dance?” he said as he put his hand out to me, shaking.

I giggle and put my hand in his “I’d love to go with you Tenya.” He looked at me surprised that I said yes at all. He smiled and kissed my hand. I open my purse to reveal a boutonniere I made with a fresh white rose, baby’s breath and white sage with a gold ribbon. “I made this in case I got asked last minute at the dance, but since you asked me here, this is yours.” He leaned in for me to pin it on his coat pocket.

“I got your flowers too” he said as I lifted my arm eagerly to get the corsage “hmm? why are you- oooooh, it goes on your arm” he said like he fucked something up.

“Whats in the box then?” I asked suspiciously, now that I looked at the box, it was more like a cake box than a corsage box.

“Ok so funny thing... I was under the impression that the flowers you give to your date is supposed to go on your neck or something and-”

“So what is in the box Tenya?”

“It’s flowers, but” he said as he opened the box to reveal a half circle of white roses with violets and sprigs of lavender with a gold ribbon on the ends “it looks like this! hehehe please don’t get mad.”

“I love it! it’s like a flower crown!” I cried out as I stuck my head out for him to put it on my head. He carefully puts it on my head and I get giddy “how do I look?”

“Like a princess, shall we get going, your majesty?” he said breathlessly as he stuck out his arm to me.

“Yes lets but lets teleport there!” I said as I sent the text I meant to text earlier to Mimi and Jin “um it gets a bit, awkward so um close your eyes!”

“Oh ok” he complied “so now what-” I stopped his sentence as I got his arm to shove into my cleavage, as it gets tricky to teleport things when I wear certain bras that hide my sternum. When he opened his eyes, I had already teleported us to the place but he also caught glimpse of where his hand was before I dropped his hand.

“Oh look we’re here! hehe HEY ITS MY FRIENDS! See you inside!” I tried to play it cool as I T-posed to Mimi and Jin.

“Ita! you look like Princess Diana!” fawned Mimi.

“And you two look like 90′s prom king and queen yourselves!” I complimented back.

We walk in and see that it wasn’t poppin yet, Jin and I took care of that as we dished out some hot dance moves as Mimi gassed us up. Everyone else joined in soon after they saw Jin praising the Lord, thats when I dipped out to find Iida. I saw All Might, Aizawa in his sleeping bag, Nezu, Vlad and Midnight chaperoning the dance. Midnight saw me and called me over with Iida

“Aww look at you two! Let me take your picture” she said as she took out her phone to take the picture. We pose ourselves facing inwards with his arms on my shoulders and mine on his waist. She takes a few pictures and sends them to me. As I was about to get some water from the refreshment table, Midnight came up to me and whispered in my ear “do you need condoms? I got some if you’re not heading back to your dorm right away.”

I gasp “what- no! I’m not- not with him!”

Midnight opens her purse and put 3 in my hand “Here, just in case. Have fun! Be safe” she said as she winked and walked away.

I ran to my purse to put them away before anybody saw me. I danced to more songs and saw that Iida was just sitting at a table by himself, not really having fun. They announced the slow dance and I teleported over to Iida.

“Hey, shall I take this dance?” I asked with my hand out

He laughed a bit “Aren’t I supposed to ask you that?” as he put his hand in mine.

“Who cares!” I cried out as I lead him to the dance floor “We’re just trying to have fun!”

The slow dance was to Love on the Brain by Rihanna, I put my hand on his shoulder and the other holding his hand. We start moving but clumsily, I noticed that his other hand was pointed outward like he didn’t know where to put it on my body and was too afraid to guess.

“Oh Tenya hehehe your other hand goes on my waist.”

“Right! ok” he complied and got in the groove of my movement. We were locking eyes at some point, I think damn am I really gonna go for it and ruin our friendship? Boy is giving me those love me tender eyes. Meanwhile, Iida was thinking Okay Tenya, you’re in position to kiss her DONT MESS IT UP DONT MESS IT UP! Oh god she’s giving me those concerned eyes, I’m losing her attention! My gaze shifted to Kirishima and Bakugo, kissing on the dance floor.

“Look! I knew they had a thing going on.” I whispered to Iida to look where I was looking.

He looked and cleared his throat “urm um, should- should we be doing that too?” he asked nervously with sweat beading up on his forehead.

“I mean if you want to” I said calmly “I won’t force you to do it.”

“Ok then, here I go” he whispered as he brought me closer. My mind went crazy holy shit he’s really out here, giving into peer pressure...why is he shaking? oh jeez thats alot of sweat, dude chill! I was about 2 inches away from his sweaty face when I heard the 1st word of Crank Dat by Soulja Boy.

“OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG!” I yelled as I broke away from Iida, realizing I kinda fucked up I turned back and said “uh rain check on that kiss?”

Iida sighed in relief “Yeah! um you go ahead and dance and I’ll just go...over there.” He briskly ran into the bathroom and wiped down his face and hands that were damp with nervous sweat. He looked at himself in the mirror “What a mess of a man I am! I couldn’t even kiss her with consent! Maybe she doesn’t like me back and I’m just wasting my time because I’m not cool enough to be a love interest.” He washed his hands and shot himself down with all the reasons Ita doesn’t see him as a love interest before leaving the bathroom. Tokoyami steps out of his stall, then followed Kirishima and Bakugo out of the big stall, and lastly Tetsutsu in the stall far from the others.

“Wow that was so sad” said Tetsutsu “who was he talking about?”

“Our classmate Palma-san, the agent” responded Tokoyami “he’s been trying to confess to her for months and he barely asked her to the dance literally 10 mins before the dance.”

“Oh the girl with curly hair and speaks spanish?” Tetsutsu realized “he’s not the only one, my buddy Shinso and classmate Monoma have a thing for her too. Don’t blame them! She’s talented and can kick anybody’s ass.”

“Are you serious?! Two more people are after her heart?” Kirishima perked up “Iida-kun needs to seriously seal the deal with her. They’re meant for each other~”

The other boys look at Kirishima like he’s delusional. Back at the dance, there’s a full blown whipping circle of 20 people. The dance ends like 20 mins before curfew and I wasn’t ready for anything to end yet.

“That was fun but this after party is gonna pop!” I holler with Mimi and Jin as Iida walked beside me.

“What’s an after party?” curiously asked Iida.

“Its someplace people go after an event just to hang out or party some more until the sun rises.” I explained “all the cool kids are going to the Intel 3rd years’ after party in their dorm! Super exclusive, invite only thing that we and a plus one got invited to.”

“Well, I’m a plus one” slyly said Iida “Can I go?”

“Can you handle being awake for that long?” I asked concerned “I wouldn’t want to ruin your regime.��

“HA! I can handle it! I can be cool” he said flexing his arms “the night is still young isn’t it?!”

Jin looks at his watch “Its like 8pm, the after party starts at 10pm, so yes the night is very young.”

“Well what are we waiting for sukas!” Mimi said striking a pose “portal us to the nearest convenience store baby boy!”

Jin summons a portal and drag Iida into it and we walk into said store and bought a variety of snacks and juice. We walk out and spot Mirio and his friends

“Oh jeez its them!” I said trying to lower my voice “Jin summon portal before naked man spots me!”

“aw fuck ok!” Jin said rushing a portal “this portal may or may not lead us 4 feet above the living room.”

We run in and pile on the intel 1-A living room. We laugh it off and Iida witnessed us pre-gaming on half a bottle of white wine while preparing the snacks we were going to give.

“I didn’t know you were a drinker Ita” observed Iida “I could understand your friends being drinkers but not you.”

“There’s alot of things you don’t know about me Tenya” I said before downing my last glup of wine in my red cup “I’ve been drinking for a while but mostly just at these parties with the right kind of company.”

“Would you like a sip of wine?” Jin offered Iida “there’s enough for another quarter cup if you’re game.”

“No thank you” Iida declined politely “I won’t touch the stuff until I’m of legal drinking age.”

“Oh man good on you!” I said feeling the wine take its affect “I couldn’t wait that long so when my crush offered me some sour vodka during band camp, suddenly BOOM I became a one of the cool kids.”

I told one of my band camp stories to bide the time before heading to the after party. We take the elevator to their floor and we enter when things were getting interesting. It was basically a dorm themed club with live DJ set, bar and lounge areas. I get a drink and chat with some of the upperclassmen that took the practice test with us while Mimi was tryin to get lucky. I spot Iida looking around and feeling a bit out of place, I walk over to him

“Hey, you feeling ok?”

“Yea its just that I don’t really know these people aside from you.”

“Well, I guess then I should stick by you” I said with all the liquid courage running through my body “but first, I gotta get another drink.”

“Please allow me!” he said taking my cup “you just save me a seat over here and I’ll refill your cup.”

“Whatever you say Tenya” I said throwing myself on the lounge chair to save his seat.

He walks up to the bar “Um hi, I’d like to refill whatever the girl in the flower crown was drinking.”

“Sure thing dude” said the 3rd year as he mixed up the drink and served it with super speed “also would you give her this, and tell her to call me sometime” as he slid a champagne glass of a sparkly pink drink with a number written on a sticky note.

Iida takes the two drinks “thank you, I’ll let her know” knowing damn well that he’s not going to because she’s his date, not this 3rd year. He walks over to her and gives her the champagne glass, sans sticky note.

“Whats this?”

“They were out of something so I said to give me a drink that a pretty lady like yourself would drink and they gave me this.”

I was too tipsy to pick up on the smooth talking “Oh si? Spot on hehehe”

“Yea and I got an alcohol too, just trying new things tonight.”

“Cheers! I’ll drink to that” I said clinking my drink to his “to new things!”

He takes a sip and almost spits it back into the cup. It was sour and strong with a weird texture. He looks into the cup and sees its this pink drink with gummy worms in it, turns out its 2 parts sour apple vodka, 1 part watermelon juice, splash of Bacardi and sour gummy worms to taste. Iida was about to get his shit rocked as he downed the drink to look cool and proceeded to dance like never before on the dance floor. Ita joined him on the floor just to make him feel more comfortable. Every time a boy got a bit too close to her, Iida swatted them away with his chops to let them know she was off limits.

“Wow Tenya! Nice moves!” I gas him up “Now you’re having fun!”

A bit later, when I was drinking some water to cool down and sober up for more drinking, Iida gets sloppy on me.

“Hey! Pretty lady...you’re pretty”

“Oh man Tenya, drink some water”

“nah nah! I’m good! I just wanna...uhh tell you somethin”

“Oh si? Like what?”

“Like, hehehehe you make my brain go stupid and I wanna kiss you”

“You’re drunk, thats just the liquor talking!”

“No...I mean it, I want to kiss you. I’m gonna kiss you right now!” he said as he leaned in, over puckering his lips. Before he could, I saw him gag a little and I knew that he was going to throw up.

“No kissing! You need to go to the bathroom!”

“I don’t need to go potty! I’m a big boy!” he mumbled as I drag him to the bathroom so he can puke. Lucky for us, the bathroom I chose was empty. I unbutton and loosen his bowtie “You wanna see my muscles?”

“No, I want you to throw up before you embarrass yourself.”

He looks at the toilet and gags again until he gave in and threw up. I rubbed his back and told him it was alright to let it all out. After 5 mins of on and off vomiting, he stood up and started crying.

“You hate me! don’t you?! I ruined your night!”

“No you didn’t! I had a great night.”

“Not that!” he said in between sobs “what kind of man doesn’t kiss their date? I’ve been wanting to kiss you and give you what you want, I know you like kissing and dancing, so whats wrong with me!”

“There’s nothing wrong with you Tenya! I just think I’m just not the best 1st choice” I explained myself half tipsy still, wiping the vomit off his face with a wet paper towel “I drink, lie, fight dirty, swear like a man and kiss strangers...not exactly first choice or worth the trouble for somebody worth more.”

“S-s-shut up Ita! You’re like, the most amazing girl in my eyes, I want you to be my love! I love you!” he said slumping himself onto me “there, I said it! Don’t be mad.”

I sigh tiredly as I know it’s just the booze talking and I shouldn’t take his word seriously “Come on big guy, lets get you to bed.”

“Will you sing me a lullaby?”

“If you behave”

“And tuck me in”

“Of course!”

“And tell me goodnight?”

“Yes Tenya”

I take him back to the party to give him water and some chips and orange slices to eat to mask the taste of vomit when he wakes up in the morning. I say my goodbyes and I teleport him to his room. I stumble a bit, as I am still a bit drunk and helping a drunk to bed. I take off his shoes, coat, bowtie and glasses so he can lay comfortably in bed. He lays down and almost instantly falls asleep, I tuck him in and I get sleepy just looking at him. I check the time, its 2am, gently kissed him on the forehead and decide to lay down next to him. Because I know these beds can hold 2 people. I take off my shoes, coat, flower crown and bra to lay down next to him. As I drifted to sleep, I secretly wished that he said all those nice things about me when he’s sober. And that he’d kissed me as he held me close. My eyelids felt heavy and I closed my eyes on one of the amazing nights of my life.

“Goodnight Tenya” I whispered “don’t freak out in the morning.”

-End Chapter 15-

#bnha #mha #not canon #self insert au #chapter 15 #will update regularly #ask me anything #i wish i could draw the dance scene #can you tell Iida is my fave lmao

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joongie-smiles · 7 years ago

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The Trinket Theif

Eckers St. was known as the "buy on for the price of two" street for its infamously overpriced items. Charlie's pet store sold expensive dog food, Bloom's sold expensive vases, and so on. The stores were owned by rich families who didn't need the extra money they made by setting ridiculously high prices for mundane objects one could buy at different stores for more than half the price. Because of its proximity to the "sketchier" parts of the neighborhood, all the stores were protected with the most advanced, high-tech security. No one had been able to successfully robbed any of the stores before. Until now.

"Talk to me, G-man. What have we got?" a man in black asked. He was sitting on the roof of Bloom's bouquet looking at the store across of it through a pair of night vision goggles.

"Alright, we've got some guards and gates behind a steel, locked door blocking every entrance. Inside there are lasers everywhere and the floor is touch sensitive, so if you trigger them then the operation is over, police will be here in 5 maybe 10 minutes," G-man replied. He was in a black truck that was parked two blocks away from Eckers St. He stood in front of a computer displaying the interior of Bobby's convenience store. Repair Boy had hacked into the security cameras, so the team could see exactly what the cameras could.

"We can handle the doors," a woman dressed in a smart business suit said. She was walking down the street opposite the store. To passerbyers it looked like she was coming back from a hard day at the office; she looked harmless.

"But what about the floors? What are we going to do fly in there?" the man on the roof said. His sea-green eyes scanned the ground below, looking for any possible conflicts they had not planned for. The team had triple checked that the area was clear, but it didn't hurt to be cautious.

"Not fly, but climb." This came from a man next to a nearby phone line pole. He was searching through the toolbox next to him, seemingly in search of the right tool to fix the phone pole. "Luckily for you I asked Ghost King about any surprises we might have, and I came prepared. "

"Everyone in position?" G-man asked.

There was a chorus of conformation that rang through the comms.

"Alright, the cameras are going to be down for 20 minutes. You guys know what to do.," G-man said as he typed away on the computer. He typed a few more codes and clicked the enter key.

"It's showtime."

The operation went smoothly. Beauty Queen crossed the street and approached the guards posted at Bobby's. Her ruse was simple but effective. She'd asked for a phone and they'd gladly searched for one. While they were distracted she stole one of their key cards and slid it to her right, where Repair Boy was waiting with his toolbox. Opening the gate was simple enough, Repair Boy used a simple lock picking kit and it was opened in seconds. Unfortunately for the guards, the gate went up too roughly and made a loud sound when it hit the ceiling, so Beauty Queen had to knock them out.

The steel door was a little more tricky. It required ID, a password, and handprint. They used the ID Beauty Queen was able to get, and used an original Valdez Gadget to get the 6 digit password. The handprint required to open the door was the manager's, who obviously was not present. Because of Ghost King, they knew this beforehand, so Beauty Queen was able to get the manager's fingerprints. Repair Boy had transferred them to a glove, so whoever wore it had the manager's fingerprints at his disposal.

After the doors were opened, Trinket Thief was sent in to retrieve the targets. He quickly got off the roof and meet the other two members of his team at the door. Repair Boy gave him gloves and boots that stuck to the wall, another Valdez Gadget. He was able to climb to the electrical panel that controlled all the security, and plug in the virus Repair Boy had made earlier that shuts off security without alarming the police. It was a walk in the park after that.

The team did this 5 different times at 5 different stores. The amount of work depended on the level of security each store had, but in the end they cleared the stores of chewing gum. There wasn't a single one left in the stores. At the end of the night they tipped the police and drove back to their base.

Now, they wait for the manhunt.

"I'm back!" Piper shouted as she walked into their base, the Argo II, carrying 3 boxes of pizza.

She set the box down on the dining table and walked to the hall where their rooms were located. She knocked on the first door to her right. It was a simple brown, wooden door with vines and flowers carved around the edges. The door opened, and she came face to face with Grover Underwood, aka G-man. He was their "man in the chair" and the best tracker she ever met. He was on the phone and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"I brought pizza," she answered his unasked question in a soft voice, not wanting to interrupt him more than she already did.

He only nodded and closed the door

Piper moved on to the door to her left. This one, unlike Grover's, was more decorated. It was painted blue and had seashells painted on it. When she knocked, a loud "come in" was her answer. She opened the door to find Percy Jackson sitting at his desk on his laptop.

"What's up, Pipes?" the infamous Trinket Thief asked without looking up from the screen.

"I brought some pizza for lunch," she said.

"Cool. Did you-"

"Bring enough for Nico and Will? Of course, I did who do you think I am?" she asked with a smirk.

"The greatest Beauty Queen the world has ever seen," he replied. He looked up at her, sea-green eyes glinting with amusement.

Piper shook her head and laughed. "Stop stalking your little detective and come down to eat."

Percy's face flushed. "I'm not stalking I'm . . . researching," he protested.

"Is that what they call it these days?" Piper asked mockingly. Before he could answer she closed the door and continued on to the next door. The next door on her right looked out of place in the cheerful hall. It was made out of [reinforced] steel and required 2 keys, a 6-digit password, an eye scan, a handprint, voice recognition, and a knocking pattern to open it. Or, in moments of an emergency, one could simply turn the door knob 3 times to the left, once to the right, twist up, and right again. If one failed to do so, the door was set to trigger an explosion that would destroy the room and everything inside it. There had been 3 occasions early in the early years as a team when the room had actually exploded. Thankfully nothing and nobody important had died in there. The explosion would only affect that particular room, and the fire could not be put out, It wouldn't fade till it destroyed what it had to. Instead of red flames, the special fire had unique green flames. It's creator had named it Greek Fire.

Piper knocked on the door and smiled up at the little eye hole where the inhabitant of the room was no doubt peering down at her. With some clicks and squeaks, the door opened to reveal a smiling Leo Valdez, the team's Repair Boy. His cheek had a smudge of oil, and he was wiping his hands on a handkerchief, so she had to guess that he had been working on another one of his projects; another original Valdez Gadget.

"Hey, Beauty Queen, whatcha need?" he asked, stepping aside to let her come in.

She shook her head lightly to show him that she didn't want to come in. "I just came to tell you that I brought pizza for lunch."

"I thought I was making lunch," he said.

"You know we love your food, but Nico and Will are coming over in a bit, so we needed quick and easy food," she said. "Plus, it's from Johnny's."

He humphed indignantly and shook his head. "Fine. But only because I love Johnny's." He pointed a warning finger at her. "But I'm cooking for Taco Tuesday."

"'Course you are," Piper laughed. "Wash all the dirt on you and come down to eat.

"Yeah, yeah," he said as he closed the door.

Now that knocks were done, Piper headed back down to the dining room to double check that it was clean enough for their guests. Nico and Will didn't mind a few scattered papers or pencils laying around the Argo II, but Piper didn't like them thinking that they lived in a pig pen. They were professional thieves, they could stay organized if they wanted to.

"Are Nico and Will here yet?" Percy asked as he walked down the stairs.

Piper shook her head. "Not yet. Hey, could you double check that there aren't any plans laying around?"

Percy nodded and left the living room.

Nico di Angelo, otherwise known as the Ghost King, wasn't technically part of their ragtag group, but he was their informant. He knew anything and everything that happened in the Underworld, the darker and sketchier part of the city. He was never on the feild, and the team wanted to keep it that way. He was a great asset, but they wanted him to enjoy his life, graduate from college, spend time with his boyfriend, get a career. They didn't want him to get stuck in misery and misfortune that came with their job.

The ringing of the doorbell drew Piper from the dining room to the door. She checked the peep hole and smiled when she recognized the two college students outside. She quickly unlocked the door and opened it, the smile never leaving her face.

"Welcome to our humble abode!" she exclaimed.

The two looked like complete opposites. One was dressed in black and had a moody and dangerous aura. His hands were stuffed in his pockets with only the band of a bracelet peeking out from around his wrist. His black hair was tied back in an updo to keep it away from his eyes while the rest curling around his jaw. His dark eyes were void of emotion and he kept his expression neutral. Nico di Angelo, the Ghost King of the Underworld, was infamous for his Poker Face.

The young man next to him, on the other hand, wore blue hospital scrubs and, like his nickname suggested, radiated happiness and joy. On of his hands was at his side, and the other rested lightly on his boyfriend's elbow, a bracelet similar to Nico's hung from said arm. His curly hair lay on his head like a fluffy, blond cloud, the only sign of an attempt to keep it tamed was the slight glint of water on his curls. His blue eyes were bright with happiness, and he made no attempt to hide it. There was need to hide emotions around his friends. William Solace, <Nico's> their Sunshine, provided a nice dose of normalcy in the criminals' lives. But one need not confuse his kindness with weakness. He was skilled with medicine and could just as easily prolong one's suffering instead of relieving it.

"Piper!" Will greated. He moved forward to hug her. "It's good to see you. Sorry about calling in so last minute."

"Don't worry," she reassured. "We're all glad you came."

"Nico! Will!" a voice exclaimed from behind Piper. They turned to see the green-eyed thief walking towards them with a grin. He quickly engulfed Nico in a hug before he could protest and did the same to Will. "How's college? You keeping your grade up?" He asked the two young men.

"Of course we are," Will replied. "Though Nico did get in a fight last week."

Piper's eyes widened. "You what?!"

Nico shrugged it off nonchalantly. "It was just some jerk who was making fun of this kid in my english class. I got annoyed and," his lips curled up into a sly smirk, "my hand slipped."

"Did you at least win?" Leo asked from the doorway of the dining room. He was holding a Pepsi can in left hand while he fiddled with a wire in the other.

"What do you think?" Nico asked. "It took a couple of punches and /bam!/ he was out cold."

"It wasn't that glamorous," Will said from beside him. "He walked into the school's infirmary with a bloody nose and a busted lip."

"You should've seen the other guy," Nico told them slyly.

"Nico, you’re supposed to be staying out of trouble not causing it,” Grover scolded him. He was walking out of the kitchen with plates in his hands and set them down on the table next to the pizza boxes. “We wouldn’t want you catching the wrong kind of attention from dangerous people. Your dad has more enemies than friends.”

“Yeah, yeah I know,” Nico said, waving away Grover’s concern. “Now stop worrying, Will does enough of it already.”

“With the things you do sometimes, who wouldn’t,” Will teased.

Nico scowled at him playfully. He walked over to the dining table and opened the first pizza box. “Just for that, I’m taking the first piece.”

Will and the rest of the team joined him at the table and started eating. Soon, stories were being told as they ate and laughter was being shared. They talked about anything they could think of: Leo’s newest invention, Will’s job at the hospital, Nico’s annoying speech teacher. Anything but the team’s latest job or upcoming plans. They had made it a rule to never discuss the team's job when they were hanging out. Talking about mass-stealing bubblegum does wonders to kill the good mood.

Leo got up and walked over to the TV in the living room, pizza slice in one hand and soda can in the other. He put the soda can down on the TV stand and used his free hand to turn it on. The blank screen was soon replaced with the image of a dark haired reporter who was at a crime scene. The words ‘The Trinket Thief Strikes Again’ glared back at them at the bottom of the screen.

“--is one of the stores the infamous Trinket Thief visited last night,” the reporter was saying. “This store, like 5 others, was wiped clean of chewing gum; there isn’t a single on in stock. As always, there seemed to be no signs of violence, and there are 0 wounded and 0 casualties. The only thing they took was chewing gum, everything else was untouched.”

“Here with me is the detective in charge of the Trinket Thief’s cases.” She turned her head to greet someone off-camera with a smile. The camera soon followed her gaze and moved to show the detective. Her blonde hair was held back in a ponytail, and she was dressed smartly in a grey suit. Her posture was proud and authoritative; Detective Annabeth Chase was certainly a force to be reckoned with.

“Detective Chase, what can you tell us about the case so far?” the reporter asked.

“I am not at liberty to discuss all the details, but they struck late last night, and fortunately no one was harmed in the heist, which is their signature,” Detective Chase replied. Her voice, like her expression, was calm and collected. She seemed to have doubts on the OPD’s competence, and every word she said was carefully chosen as to not let any information slip to the media that would cause more harm to to their investigation than good. A skill that was expected from the Olympus PD’s best detective.

The reporter frowned, obviously not please with the lack of new information, but a tight smile was back on her face in a second. “By ‘they’ do you mean the Trinket Thief's team, the Half-Bloods?”

This time it was the Detective’s turn to frown, but unlike the reporter, she allowed it to stay there. “Yes, but we usually don’t condone the use of nicknames or titles when talking about criminals. It encourages them and can lead to groups of admirers forming.”

As if on cue, the camera turned away from the two woman momentarily to show the crowd gathered around the enclosed perimeter Olympus PD had set up. There were a couple curious passerbyers here and there, but a majority of the group was made up of the Half-Bloods’ “admirers”, as the Detective had put it. There were various flashes of cameras and even a couple of signs expressing the people’s love and gratitude for the Half-Bloods.

“I guess their fan base is as hard to stop as the Half-Bloods themselves,” the reporter said with a small smirk. Detective Chase scowled slightly and looked like she was about to say something else when someone else came up to the two women.

“Detective Chase, I need your highly valued, expert opinion on something,” the new arrival said. He was tall and towered over both Detective Chase and the reporter. His blond hair was cut short, and he was cleanly shaven. His lips were upturned in a sly smile and his blue eyes held the same mischievous glint. He was handsome and, if the small horde of people not so discreetly swooning over him was anything to go by, he must’ve also been quite charming. Even the scar running from his cheekbone to his jaw did nothing to affect his “golden boy” appearance.

Detective Chse excused herself and left with her partner, Detective Luke Castellan, looking relieved for the excuse to get away from the pesky reporter. Before the reporter could speak again, the screen went black with a soft click! The enthralled group turned to Piper, who had the control in her hand, with equal expressions of disdain.

“Nothing job related, remember?” she said with a scowl. “Which includes the news.”

“Aw, come one, Pipes. It was just getting good,” Leo wined.

“Let Jackson watch his little detective girlfriend on TV,” Nico teased with a smirk. “Look at him, he was practically drooling.”

Percy glared at the younger male. “No I wasn’t. And she isn’t my girlfriend.” Though he denied all accounts of drooling, he subtly wiped the corners of his mouth. Just in case.

Nico chuckled lowly and shook his head. He turned back to look at the blank TV screen, and his expression turned serious. “You guys should be more careful. There’s been talk around the Underworld that Olympus PD is bringing in the FBI.”

Silence fell over the apartments like a heavy blanket. They had stopped eating and everyone took a moment to contemplate Nico’s words. The team had been toying with Olympus PD for months now, and honestly it had been easy to evade capture. It hadn’t been till Detective Chase and Detective Castellan had been put on the case that the team really had a challenge running from the police. But if they brought in the big guns . . .

“We’ll be fine, Nico. Don’t worry about. A couple of feds won’t be able to stop us,” Percy reassured. The cocky smile he donned convinced no one. No matter how hard he tried to, the leader of the Half-Bloods couldn’t hide the uneasiness in his green eyes. Maybe Percy was right and they would be fine, or he was wrong and the arrival of the feds would pose a big threat. Either way, one thing was certain-- everything was about to change.

Hello all my lovely readers! So The Trinket Thief is going to be a multi-chapter fic and (obviously) this is the first chapter. This is kind of a spin-off from a fic I wrote a looong time ago called You’ve Stolen My Heart. It’s not really a prequel or direct continuation of it, it’s just in the same world/the same idea. There are a whole bunch of ships (pretty much all canon), not just Percabeth. This is my take on a cop AU. I hope you like it!

Masterlist

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #nico robin #will solace #leo valdez #piper mclean #jason grace #reyna arellano #luke castellan #pjo #hoo #theif au #cop au

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shadowflame-117 · 8 years ago

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Happy Birthday Ignis!

Alright, a short(ish) one shot of Kit and the boys celebrating Ignis’ birthday. Takes place about 6 months after Ballroom Blitz, with Ignis turning 20. Also I’m supposed to list my brother as co-author for this one for helping me iron out the Gladio/Kit text conversations. Hope you enjoy!

Kit woke early in the morning, shooting texts to Noctis and Prompto-both of which were probably still asleep, if she knew them.

Noct, don’t forget to keep Iggy occupied today. And don’t say a word to him!

Prompto grab the decorations and meet me at Iggy’s as soon as you can.

After a moment, she messaged Gladio as well. She was pretty sure he was already awake, a theory that was confirmed when he replied back almost immediately.

Gladio you busy today?

Not really. Whatcha need kitten?

Kit rolled her eyes at the continued use of his nickname for her, but was surprised to find it didn’t really bother her anymore. In the six months they had been getting to know each other, Gladio had proven to be loyal and dependable, and his use of the nickname had come to hold affection rather than a mocking undertone.

I’m about to head over to Iggy’s to decorate for his party. Prompto is bringing the decorations but I need a heavy lifter. You in?

Anything for you. I’ll head over as soon as I shower and change.

Kit smiled and shook her head. Gladio was a notorious flirt, so she was pretty sure he had texted her that just to get a rise out of her. Her smile grew mischievous as she texted back.

Good. I was tired of holding my breath around you.

Ha ha. Always knew I took your breath away. See you in a bit.

Kit gave a quiet chuckle and set her phone down before hopping in the shower herself. Once dry, she donned a pair of loose black cargo pants and black long sleeve shirt. Since it was February, she also threw on her baggy crownsguard sweater and headed out. She only lived a few blocks away from Ignis’ apartment so she walked. The air was brisk, but the sun was shining, so it wasn’t that bad of a walk. When she got to his door, she knocked cautiously.

"Iggy you home?"

She waited a moment, but when she was greeted with only silence, she slipped her copy of his key in the door and let herself in. She looked around and grinned.

"Operation: Surprise Party is a go." She said. She laughed at herself, glad she was alone so the boys couldn’t make fun of her. Knowing Ignis kept his pantry fully stocked; Kit gathered the ingredients she needed to make Ignis’ favorite dish and cake. She decided to hold off on the dish so that it was fresh for tonight, but saw no harm in making the cake while she waited for the others. As she was mixing the ingredients together, her phone buzzed. She looked down to see a text from Prompto.

Got the goods. On my way.

Wiping her floured hands on a dishtowel she sent back a brief reply.

See ya in a bit.

She finished the batter and was pouring it in two cake pans when the apartment door opened. She froze, hoping desperately Ignis hadn’t returned for something. She relaxed when she heard Gladio’s low rumble followed by Prompto’s laugh.

"Kit?" Prompto called out, cautiously.

"In here, guys."

Moments later they both appeared at the entrance of the small kitchen. Prompto was holding a huge box of decorations, and he looked like he was beginning to struggle with them.

"Prompto, go put the decorations in the living room. I’ll help you start decorating as soon as I get the cake in the oven." Kit raised an eyebrow at Gladio as the blonde man went to do as she asked, a silent question as to why he didn’t help. Gladio just shrugged and came in to lean against the counter next to her.

"I asked if he wanted help, but he said he had it. Also you got a little something right…there." He brushed his fingers gently against her nose, coming away faintly dusted in flour. Kit grimaced.

"I swear that stuff gets everywhere no matter how careful I try to be. I don’t know how Iggy always manages to stay so immaculate."

Gladio chuckled and shook his head, watching as Kit slid the cake pans into the oven. She smiled at him as she stood back up, dusting her hands unconsciously against her legs.

"Alright, let’s go decorate."

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The rest of the day was spent getting Ignis’ apartment ready for the evening. Noct had texted Kit at one point saying Ignis would be in meetings for the rest of the day and he’d be by with party snacks as soon as he could manage. When the cake was done baking, and had a chance to cool, Kit and Prompto set about decorating it. While far from professional standards, Kit declared it a success once they were done.

"It was made with love, and that’s all that really matters. I think we’re pretty much done for now. Just gotta get ready for the party."

The three friends left the apartment, with Kit making sure to lock it behind her. They agreed to meet back there in a few hours and went their separate ways. Kit hurried home, grabbed the cocktail dress she’d decided to wear that night as well as Ignis’ gift, and then headed back to the apartment. She needed to cook the Risotto for Ignis before getting ready.

Once the meal was done, she set it on the warmer and ran to Ignis’ bedroom. She took a quick shower to wash off any stray flour and then donned the dress. It was midnight blue with silver and gold crystals sewn throughout it to look like the night sky. It was thigh length on the left side, angling to drop to the floor on the right. She did her hair in a simple side updo that waterfalled over her right shoulder in gentle waves. She shoved her clothes from earlier into the bag that her dress had been in, then went to go watch TV until the others arrived, smiling occasionally as she looked over the room. She couldn’t wait to see Ignis’ reaction.

***

Ignis gave a quiet sigh as he took his keys out of his pocket. It had been a busy day, first with Noctis keeping him on the run with various wants and needs, and then several meetings back to back about the multitude of issues plaguing the city and outlying areas currently. But it was finally over. And while he’d been a little disappointed not to hear from Kit or the others, he knew they had their own business to attend to. Still, not the way he’d been hoping to spend his birthday. Once in the apartment, he flipped the switch on, freezing in shocked wonder as Kit, Gladio, Noct, and Prompto all shouted as one.

"Surprise! Happy Birthday!"

Ignis stared at the room. Little stars and planets hung from the ceiling, along with multicolored streamers that encircled the small columns in the room. A cake sat in the middle of the dining table, covered in dark chocolate frosting and little sugar stars. In a shaky hand someone had written "Happy 20th Birthday Iggy" in yellow icing. Everyone was dressed in their best, the guys all wearing suits and Kit wearing a stunning cocktail dress. A flash from Prompto’s camera broke Ignis out of his stupor and he walked over to his friends.

"This…" he trailed off, at a loss for words for once. Kit smiled at him and came over to give him a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"Happy birthday, Iggy. Now come on, have a seat." She dragged him over to the dining table while Gladio disappeared into the kitchen. A moment later he emerged with two bowls of Risotto, setting one down in front of Ignis and handing the other to a surprised Kit, before following Noct and Prompto back in to get a bowl for himself. Kit sat next to Iggy while everyone else claimed a seat of their own.

"Dig in."

They talked as they ate, laughing and sharing stories about the day. Noct apologized for sending him all over the city randomly.

"I thought maybe I was being to obvious with it, but you never even brought it up. I had so many excuses at the ready for when you asked. I’m a little hurt that I apparently didn’t need them."

Ignis laughed. "I assure you, I thought it was a bit unusual, but I learned a long time ago that even if were I to inquire, I still wouldn’t understand your reasoning. So I just do as you ask and hope it doesn’t get either of us into to much trouble."

The other three laughed as Noct frowned at Ignis. "I’m not that bad, Specs." He grumbled. Ignis just smiled and took another bite of his food. After they had eaten, they moved over to the living room where several presents were waiting. As soon as Ignis was seated, Prompto handed him a large box.

"From Kit. I figured since she went through all the effort, you should open hers first."

"Sounds fair." Ignis said, carefully undoing the taped edges in order to preserve the paper. Kit laughed.

"You’re no fun Iggy. You’re supposed to tear into it."

"And ruin perfectly good paper? Have you met Specs, Kit?" Noct laughed. Ignis ignored their teasing, and at last Kit’s gift was revealed. It was a large telescope, top of the line.

"I hope you like it. We don’t get to go stargazing as much as we used to, but I figured you have a pretty good view of the sky from here so if you’re ever in the mood…"

Ignis smiled at her. "I love it. Though I notice you decided to leave it to me to put together."

Kit shrugged and winked. "That way you know it’s done right."

"Okay, okay. Me next!" Noctis said with a grin, handing over a large flat gift. Kit took the telescope from Ignis and set it on the ground so he could have his hands free. As the paper fell away, a gorgeous painting of the night sky with the city limit was revealed. It was so well done that it looked almost like a photograph. Kit and Prompto both "oohed" while Gladio gave an appreciative whistle. Ignis bowed his head slightly in Noct’s direction.

"This is stunning, Noct. Thank you."

Noctis chuckled. "I guess me and Kit were thinking along the same lines. I know I don’t say it often enough but…I appreciate everything you do, Specs." He blushed slightly, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "So…yeah. Happy birthday."

Gladio’s gift was next; a large, unwrapped silver box. Inside, nestled in a protective foam base, were two gleaming daggers. Ignis took them out carefully, feeling their balance. He smiled at Gladio.

"These are superb. Thank you, Gladio." Gladio just nodded as Ignis carefully placed the weapons back in the box. Last came Prompto, who almost seemed reluctant to hand over his gift after seeing everyone else’s. Ignis just raised an eyebrow and Prompto sighed, handing over another large flat gift.

"It’s not much, but I figured gifts are supposed to be from the heart, so…" Prompto trailed off.

Ignis made quick work of the wrapping, and gave a surprised little huff before turning the picture for the others to see. It was a picture of the five of them, when they had gone to the Citadel’s gardens to see the leaves change color for Prompto’s birthday back in October. Kit looked tiny standing in the center between Gladio and Ignis, with Prompto and Noct on either side. While they’d done a few with crazy poses, this one was just them standing, smiling at the camera surrounded by a riot of color.

Everyone was quiet for a moment as they looked at the print, until Gladio finally clapped the blonde on the back.

"Leave it to you to outdo all of us, Prompt."

Prompto blushed.

"Thank you Prompto." Ignis said quietly. "Thank you all. This really has been the best birthday I could have asked for."

They sat in companionable silence for a moment, just enjoying the moment, until Prompto stood, still looking a little red.

"All right. Who’s up for some cake?"

**Side note...wish I could draw so I could I could draw that image of the 5 of them in the gardens...but the order is supposed to be Prompto, Iggy, Kit, Gladio, and Noct.**

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