#why cant you dress better?? like nate??

[violetarks]

I saw your post last week about xoxo droplets and yes feel free to gush about how amazing Nate is anytime he deserves more love

HES SO. HES SO PRETTY AND I LOVE HIS VOICE AND HES SO. RESPONSIBLE. NATE LAWSON I LOVE YOU BUT PLEAAASE JUST KISS ME???

HE BALANCES MY DUMBASS OUT AND WONT LET ME MAKE MISTAKES I'LL REGRET LATER. WILL BABYSIT ME AND EVERETT TOGETHER SO HE WONT GET A HEADACHE.

mans lets us choose if we wanna break up or not, and i just. the fact that he's willing to go however way we want.

I wanna write for xoxo droplets a lot, specifically for Everett and Nate. i recently finished everett's route and him and nate are tied for first place for me right now

[0fucsgiveon]

ᴀ ʙurníng lᴜsᴛ Bully 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

This is a smut and there will be a-lot of filthy shit read at your own cost,

degrading, possessive behavior, overstimulation, Public sex (well not really), Rough, Marking, Slapping, Choking.

You were a loner an outcast in school, never got along with anyone. You were constantly bullied by Nate throughout school, He took pleasure in making you cry and get angry. But weird enough if anyone else laid a finger on you or even made your cry he would beat the shit out of them.

But once you developed a drug addiction you were forced into to rehab by your mother. That was all last year and you came back “new and improved” is what your parents called it. People started noticing you and your grew more social.

You were apart of Maddys group, You grew close with the girls and heard all their “stories”. Nate never stopped the bullying just became more secretive about it.

“Hey, Y/n did you know they are throwing a huge party tonight you better fucking be there. You know i cant deal with Nate and his bullshit after we broke up.”

”ill think of it Maddy you know how i am with my mom and all, But i could really use a fucking stress relief” you quietly whisper the last part to your self. “Just come i need you there after all the fucking drama we both need a stress relief”

You sigh and lift your head up from the homework you were doing. “Fine ill be there but first i gotta get to class.” You get up and walk out of the cafeteria glancing over at Nate who had a smirk plastered on his face. Rolling your eyes you flip him off and laugh to your self while walking to gym.

Today we were to run a lap which wasn’t so hard except Nate had to come and run along side you. “Don’t you have somebody else to fucking bug Jacobs “ you sneer looking up to him. “Nope, im all free plus who else is going to bug you.. thats right nobody because your all “big and pretty” now isn’t that right.

You slowly stop and look up at him “shut the fuck up daddy’s boy, or wait did you forget you do what your told. Awe your just like a little puppy” your smirk to your self and start to run again.

You feel someone yank your wrist and drag you behind a wall. “Why don’t you shut that mouth of your huh, wouldn’t want anyone to see how much of a bitch you are” he whispers into your ear sending a chill down your spine. You push him away roughly and slap him. “Leave me the fuck alone how many time do i have to tell you. I’m sick of you fucking bugging me and abusing me with your words. Fuck Nate don’t you have anything better to do” you yell looking up at his surprise face till he lets out a chuckle smirking.

“Awe, come on we both know you like this little game we play.” The thing is a small part of you did like it, and even how hard you tried to fight it you were always in this situation. You slowly look down at your feet. “Pathetic, just a little attention whore” he grins and laughs. You feel a tear almost about to fall and look up at him slowly.

He looks back his eyes going darker and he slowly smiles grabbing your chin and lowering himself down to your level. “I love it when you cry” he smirks and walks away slowly. You stand there hopeless but slowly walk to the girls locker room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~The Party~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The party was soon and Maddy had forced you to dress in some revealing outfit that brought out your plush of your thighs and a little of your dress. Glitter Makeup that wasn’t to your taste but you liked how it looked. Your thought seemed to wonder to Nate as much as you hated it you wonder how he felt why he did they things he did it made you angry.

But you didn’t know that Nate Jacobs was indeed obsessed with you. Ever since you moved next door he watched you curious why you would move to this pathetic town. You looked beautiful to him but all he wanted to do was see your cry. It was so pretty to him. How your face got red and tears rolled down your cheeks. He wanted to ruin you make you feel pain but also love you and own you make you only his. Maddy was just a mere replacements for his lust.

You walked into to the house the smell of sweat weed and beer filled your nose. You pushed to the crowds with Maddy.

After awhile she disappeared with some guy that were all over eachother. You sat at a bar taking a drink of something strong and sour. Hands touched tour shoulder almost making you jump and you turn around quickly being met with the devil himself. “Hmm, all alone i see” you ignore him and go back to your drink. He slowly comes and sits beside you asking for a drink to lost in your own mind to hear. “Stop ignoring me.” You rolled your eyes and looked up at him. “Im sorry, i was busy minding my own business that i didn’t have time to notice that theres an asshole sitting next to me.” You smirk and feel him touch your thigh and grip it roughly. “I would shut up if i were you” he whispered again causing a rush of lust to overcome you. “ or what Mr Jacobs” just like that he stands you up and drags you out of the crowd and into a random room and locks the door. “Your such a tease y/n, letting me bully you and watch you cry brings me so much pleasure”

“Shut up, fuck you!” You yell but are thrown onto to the bed and pinned down. “Mmm you sure you would like that” he goes down to your ear and bites your neck harshly. You let out a small whimper. “Such a little bitch” A harsh slap is forced onto your face. You love it and hate it at the same time.

“Im the bitch here huh” you slip your hand out of his grip and slap him hard causing him to let out a low groan.

“Any guy here can make me feel better Nate, your just a bad fuck” you laugh and look into his eyes. He flips you over and slams your face into the mattress and raises your ass up and kicks your legs apart. “Shut up you fucking slut, ill show you a “bad fuck”. Ill fucking ruin you fuck you so hard you will always come back” he pulls your dress of roughly and leaves you bare in your underwear.

“Will see about that.” He growls and slaps your ass harshly which makes you yelp and whine out loud. He repeats this 12 more times till he feel satisfied with your crying face. “Awe does it hurt” he smirks. “Just fuck me already Nate, please” your press your ass against his already huge bulge and he groans.

“Fuck, not yet y/n. You don’t get to choose what happens.” He rips off your panties and lowers himself in between while holding your wrist behind your back. He licks a slow stripe along you folds and continues to tease you. “Stop fucking teasing!” Chuckling he inserts to fingers inside of you while licking circles around clit. “Nate! Please” you moan softly and he speeds up causing you to bite the bed.

He continues this for a few minutes before pushing in three fingers stretching you with each push of his fingers. You can feel the build up if your high coming. “Fuck, im gonna cum” suddenly he stops and slaps your face and pulls it closer. “Mm im in charge slut~” he kisses you with passion and huger sending feelings of electricity traveling through your body. Than he slams into you causing you to bite his lip hard and make it bleed. You lay back and look up at him and he looks down at you. “Feels so fucking good” he groans and starts to move faster after you relaxed and scratch up his back making sure it hurts and leave marks while he chokes your neck causing small broken moans to come out while you become teary eyed. “Fuck, just like that come on baby cry for me” he moves down to your ear and speeds up even faster causing the bed to shake and rock against the wall while he moans in your ear.

You tear up and he slaps your face (“gently”) while you moan even louder. “Fuck! Nate right there please” he keeps hitting your spot over and over his tip glazing over it just perfectly. “Ya. Moan my name so the whole party hears what a whore you are!” He flips you onto your belly and slowly slips back in pulling you against his chest by your hair and moves fast. “Feel that in your tummy, thats me mmm nice and deep” he pulls your hand down to your stomach and you feel the bulge.

“Nate! Im gonna cum!!” He kisses down your neck and leaves even more marks than before and your release. A few minutes later he does after four more thrust. Your both a hot mess and breathing loudly and he slowly pulls out and looks down at you. “Your mine got it.. only mine if anyone touches you there dead ok” he puts his forehead against yours and you nod. You feel a harsh slap. “Words”. “Yes i got it”

He pulls his shirt over you and puts on his pants and boxers than stuffs your underwear into his pocket. “We have to hurry i don’t want to run into Maddy “ he picks you up bridle style and you sleep against his chest. When he reaches the stairs Maddy is looking at him than you and your bruised neck and slight red on your face “what did you do?!”

to be continued

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Wedding Jitters

Gif credit by me.

You can see the nervousness in Nick. I just want to hug him and say everythings going to be okay.

Nick and his bachelor crew were on their way to the wedding hall. They just had an awesome night of drinking and gambling in Vegas so they were either hungover or sleep deprived. But Nick, he was feeling something different.

"You alright there, bro"? Nate asked his older brother.

"Yeah, I'm fine". Nick exhaled as he looked out the window.

"You sure? You look a little pale". Nate sat up and got a closer look at Nick.

"I guess I'm a little anxious".

"You getting cold feet"?

Nick turned his head quickly. "No, I dont think that's it. I love Y/N. I want to marry her. I just, I dont know. I cant explain it. It's just there. Like I'm about to go into a fight but I know I'm coming out winning".

"You're not making any sense, Nick. You want me to call Y/N"?

"No, she's got to much on her mind. She's probably worrying about her make up or her dress. I dont want to add more on to that. I'm fine". Nick sighed, cracking his knuckles.

Nate didnt believe Nick. He was not okay and you needed to know what was going on. Nate secretly texted you as they pulled up.

Nick got out of the van, he stretched and faked yawn to try and make it seem he was fine, just tired. His nerves getting the better of him but he tried to shrug them off.

"Let's go get you hitched". Nate wrapped his arm around Nick and they headed to their room to get dressed.

Nick smiled, he couldnt wait to see you and be with you again. After you two got engaged, you were never apart for a long time. Nick wasnt fighting so he was in town all the time and home. It brought you two closer and made you both strong. But it did have its ups and down when Nick and you separated.

"Nick's having a simmering anxiety attack, Nate just texted me". You bite your lip as you looked at your phone.

"What do you want to do? We can send someone over to help". Your sister and maid of honor asked.

"I wanna see him. I really dont care about not seeing the bride before the wedding. He needs me".

"You know, moms going to kill you if you're late for your own wedding. She's also going to get mad that you let him see you".

"Well, mom's not here at the moment and Nick needs me so I'm going". You got up from your chair and headed for the door.

"You really going out there in your robe"? She laughed.

"Yes, I look hot". You laughed back as you looked at yourself. Curlers in your hair, smudged makeup from the night before and a silky robe on.

You headed to Nick's sweet and knocked on the door. Nate answered the door. At first you thought he was going to have a heart attack and quickly closed the door.

"What are you doing here"?

"I'm going to see Nick. Now excuse me". You nudged him aside but Nate being the big guy he didnt move far.

"He'll see you and that's bad luck".

"Then cover his eyes. Use a tie or something. But I'm seeing him. He needs me. You said it yourself. He's not alright".

"You're right. Okay, let me blindfold him and I'll let you in. I'll clear the room too". Nate slipped back into the room. You pressed your ear at the door and you heard Nick protest.

The door opened and you saw Nick sitting on the couch with a black tie over his eyes.

"Thanks Nate, we wont be long". You closed the door as he left.

"Nick, what's going on"? You sat down beside him and took his hand in yours.

"What are you doing in here? This is bad luck. Our marriage wont work".

"Nick, I'm not worried about that bad luck, that's superstition. Now what's going on? Are you getting cold feet? If you are, just tell me".

Nick sighed. "I'm not getting cold feet".

"Then what's going on"?

"I dont know. I want to marry you".

"But? Are you worried about getting in front of everyone"?

"Yeah and I dont know why. I've fought in front on thousands of people but getting married in front my friends and family scares me more".

"Are you worried you'll mess up or something"?

"Maybe".

"There's something else, what"?

"Are you sure you want to marry me"?

"God, yes"! You exclaimed. "I can't wait to marry you. I get you all to myself forever and ever".

Nick chuckled. You sensed something was still wrong.

"Do you want to just call it off and get married just us on our own time? Not set a date. Just randomly go to the court house and get married"? You rubbed his hand.

"I'm not doing that to you. You've talked about your dream wedding since you were little and I'm not taking that away from you".

"Nick, I don't care about a big wedding. I just want to marry you and love you forever. We could get married in the center of the octagon and I'd still be the happiest girl ever. Because I'm marrying my best friend, the love of my life and my dream man". You lay your head on his shoulder.

"I don't deserve you. It's your big day and you're here with me listening to my problems".

"That's what I'm here for. I'll always be here for anything you need me for. To listen to your problems, a shoulder to cry on, and to give you love when you dont feel like loving yourself. I'm here".

"I love you so much. I'm thankful for you everyday of my life. Now, you still want to marry me"?

"Of course I do, babe. If it wasnt for our families, I'd already married you long ago. So get dressed and I'll meet you down the aisle. I can't wait to be your wife". You cup his face in your hands and peck his lips.

"Hey, hey. None of that". Nate scorned as he came into the room.

"Okay, wedding monitor. I'm going to go now. Are you okay"? You asked Nick.

"I'm great. I'll see you".

"I love you Nicholas Diaz". You quickly kiss his lips before Nate said anything and than hurried out the room.

"You good now"? Nate sat down beside him brother as Nick removed the blindfold.

"Yeah, I'm good. Let's go get me married". Nick said with a grin.

Nick knew you were always by his side. His nerves just needed a little reassuring.

[kj-1130]

Euphoria episode 7 thoughts (spoilers under the cut)

Yeah lexi put on your play!!

First scene is so dramatic…I love it

The music is relaxing…

That neighbor nosy as hell. Leslie is better than me cause I woulda slapped her ass

Suze and Leslie seem like they’d be the best of friend ngl

The braces I can’t😭

Lexi put her all into this play fr

NAW CASSIE’S LOOK I CANT

Boo fexi scenes🍅

Suze being such a proud mom

I hope ash breaks your nose again and then some you ugly bitch Custer🙄

Naw I’m digging this play idc

Cassie giving me second hand embarrassment (what’s new)

I never wanna hear the word ‘shawty’ come out of fezco’s mouth ever. again.

Lex..my poor baby just crying in the backseat

Every time I watch this show I wonder where the hell the dress code is

Faye need to sell his ass out fr

It look like she got a wedgie with them shorts on I’m sorry 😭

Wait is that why she dressed as Bob Ross…

Yeah fuck Jules!!

Leslie talk hurt like she was really talking to me💀

Nawl wth was that tongue shit

That fake smile practice in the mirror hit hard

I feel like Nate gone do something with the way they zoomed in on his ass and I don’t like that

IS THAT JULES WTF??

WHAT IS THIS

OOOH SAMANTHA HOTTIE

This is fruity behavior fr

Don’t think I forgot about that camera tho ms gurl🤨

Ash…put the knife down and think rationally I beg of you

Rue you vibing with the play don’t even try to hide it

I think Lexi depicted everything perfectly

THATS MY GIRL!!!!

Yes, Lexi is brilliant

I love how he says it’s homophobic😭

NOT THE TO BE CONTINUED

WTH HAPPENED TO FEZ BRUH DONT DO THIS TO ME PLEASE

THE FUCKING SNEAK PEAK WTF

ARE THEY TRYING TO GET SUED FOR EMOTIONAL DISTRESS?? BC IT SEEMS LIKE IT!!

[sun-daisies]

euphoria s2 ep7 thoughts

ok took some breaths after the euphoria ep so here's all my silly lil thoughts

they're literally not even fully formed thoughts I have no analysis breakdown or anything its literally just my screaming

fayeee :( she rlly grew on me this season I genuinely rlly like her and I hope she does the right thing poor girl looks like she's gonna vomit the whole episode

also fezco in a SUIT dressing up all nice and asking "you think other people will think im handsome?" ahsfjdhgajsha I love this man he bought her flowers and everything I still think fexi is a lil weird but its sweet nonetheless

ashtray I fear for you my guy and honestly fez too I am so fucking scared for fez please let them both make it out of next ep alive pls pls pls

rue and gia :((

rue and her MOTHER omg that conversation killed me poor Leslie :(

also rue's reactions throughout the whole play are GOLD

maddyyyyyyyyy gosh her and cassie's friendship was so genuine and so strong :((( not them basically being sisters goshhhhh and im so glad that the show is focusing on their friendship rather than nate

also maddy after last episode... like girl ur good atm but like. im very worried about how what nate did to you last ep will fuck you up.

cassie in the school bathroom forcing herself to smile/practicing her happy reactions while crying ashgjdsahgj STOP :((( god she's not okay

the FOOTBALL scene had me cackling but also really not cool of lexi to out nate like that :/ and im so torn too because this season did a lot of nate's perspective on things and why he is the way he is and sort of giving us the chance to empathize with him so I feel AWFUL when something like this happens to him but at the same time all the terrible things he's done to maddy specifically (jules and cassie and fez and probably like everyone else too but ESPECIALLY maddy) are absolutely unforgivable.

also......... everyone was saying last week that ep 6 hinted that his dad sexually assaulted him but? I wasn't so sure? I thought the shift in his childhood was when he found the tapes and all that. and now everyones like this ep confirmed that but? the whole sequence where they suggested it was so haphazard (a nightmare, or how memories blur together to create something ugly) that it could just be his subconscious or whatever idk do you know where im going with this? my brain is so tiny

anyway LEXI god I would have hated doing theater with her :) but I love this character trait for her we love "a blind three year old could do a better job than you"

also mad respect for lexi I love this observer with my whole heart...... but also..... rlly cant get behind the blatant "here are people we all go to school with, and here's shit that I know about them" like exposing them to the entire school idk it feels really icky :/ but its also super in character for a high schooler to not think about the repercussions or how that could affect others (yes she did technically worry herself sick over it BUT. peer review? maybe? like have someone else read it and be like uhhhh really obvious that this is your friends?) IDK I just felt icky about that

ETHAN PLAYING ALL THE PARTS omg this kid is going to be on broadway

*snorts* lexi's mom is fantastic. not exactly mother of the year by any means. but god her reactions in this play were golden

sydney sweeney needs an emmy sydney sweeney needs an emmy sydney sweeney needs an emmy sydney sweeney needs an emmy sydney sweeney needs an emmy sydney sweeney needs an emmy sydney sweeney needs an emmy sydney sweeney needs an emmy sydney sweeney needs an emmy sydney sweeney needs an emmy

and finally

julessssss :( can someone pls check in on her can we please check in on her I am begging I am pleading please she's not okay

[deathsweetblossoms]

Some of my favorite blink and you’ll miss it Chuck and Blair things from the early seasons:

- Blair drunk dials Chuck long after she tells him she only wants to be with Nate (1.17 - chuck answers the phone in the DAY TIME and asks her if she’s drunk dailing again)

- when asked if she lost her virginity to someone she loved, Blair answers yes.

- according to Chuck (1.17), back of the limo sex happened more than once in season 1.

- Chuck lost his virginity to Georgina in sixth grade... and Blair knows, although she mistakes it for seventh grade. Which begs the question, did they talk about it or something?! Or was it widespread knowledge? (Gossip Girl didn’t exist back then, so it can’t have been that widespread??)

- Season 2, Chuck says he’d rather wait to be together, and maybe in the future they stand a better chance of staying together. Four episodes later (2.12), Blair is searching for dates to the winter ball. Chuck teases her about the guy-for-a-night. Blair bites back with, “what makes you think I’m not looking for something more long term?” and HE SAYS, “call it a hunch”. The insinuation...that they’re both waiting for each other, and he IS AWARE. OH MY GOD. 😱😭😨💀

- Chuck does know all of Blair’s favorite Hepburn movies in order. He specifically gets Charade wrong to see if Lord Marcus corrects him. To me this reveals that Chuck is actually quite protective of the fact that she’s shared so much with him.

- Chuck can play piano pretty proficiently (2.12), which surprised me, because do we ever see him with a piano in the hotel? At Lily’s place? Is Blair’s the only penthouse with a piano?

- in Gone with the Will (S2), Blair reveals that Chuck invited her to the reading of the will for moral support. Later, Nate shows up just as they’re walking in and says “hey I thought you’d need support!”. So Chuck actually reached out and asked Blair to be there for him over his best friend. Just kill me.

- 2.15, the ONLY reason Chuck reads his fathers letter in its entirety is because of Blair. The ONLY reason he even considers being able to take over the company is because Blair believes he can. So his final line in the entire series “it was all Blair” is entirely fitting.

- Blair has a scrap book she’s kept since she was young that she hides under her bed with details of her dream prom. Serena knows about it. Dorota knows about it...and Chuck knows about it. What I’m curious about is how? Did she SHOW HIM?! & not only did he not make fun of her for it, he made every detail of that dream come true for her. I can’t. I CANT.

- Chuck didn’t have a prom date. CHUCK DIDNT HAVE A PROM DATE. But he did make sure Blair had her dream dress, that she won prom queen, and that she had the penthouse booked at the palace, so you can just end me now.

Edit to add:

-S3 Blair mentions to Chuck while getting a massage, “I know you don’t like to talk about it” in reference to Carter and her dalliance with him. This is interesting for a few reasons: 1) They talked about this or attempted to 2) Chuck DOESNT like talking about it? Why? Because it was a dark moment for Blair? Because he felt he lost her??

- In 2.13, the last shot we see of Chuck and Blair is both of them asleep on top of Blair’s bed, with Blair as the big spoon, no blankets on either of them. The next shot we see Blair wakeup and Chuck has gone, having left his note. Something else he did before he left  -  covered her with the blanket. Bye imsuffering.

[writing-realityawayfromreality]

I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that they’re you

Requested: Yes 

“I can’t keep doing this Ty. One day you are telling me how much you love me and the next you make it seem like you wish you were, i don’t know... free. For christ sake Ty, you’re 25 and still not ready to settle down. Clearly you can’t make the choice for yourself so i am making it. It’s over Tyson, I’m sorry.”

And with that you left. You didn’t look back because you knew that if you looked back you would had never left. But you couldn’t keep living the way that you were, never feeling good enough for him, always coming in second. 

It has now been two years since that day. You haven’t really kept in touch with Tyson after the breakup. It was too painful to see how happy he was and how sad you were. You kept in touch with some of the guys who you were close to on the team. You go to their games but make sure to leave right away so you have less of a chance running into Tyson. Plus it was a farther drive since you had moved, you had to since you and Tyson shared the apartment but at least your new place is closer to your work.

Tonight you had finally given into your friends and are letting them drag you out to a club. You haven dated once or twice but it was never anything too serious. you didn’t allow it to get to that point. Your friends couldn’t really blame you. You and Tyson had been together for a little over five years. Everyone thought that you two were it, that you were going to get married, start a family and live happily ever after. But life doesn’t work that way, it’s not all fairytales. 

You heard a knock on the door to your apartment, “Come in.” You yelled from your room. It was Vanessa, Mackinnon’s girlfriend (I know they broke up but just for the stories sake) who you had grown really close to over the years. “I thought we were going out tonight?” she questioned. “I thought so?” you questioned back “You aren’t even ready to go yet.” She responded. “Oh, why are we leaving so early?” you asked looking at the clock. “To get there before all the creeps do. Now come on lets go” she said walking out to your living room.

You rolled over getting out of bed and headed to you bathroom. You plugged in your hair curler and got out your makeup. You didn’t want to go too bold so you did a light eyeshadow but a darker color on your lips since they were your best feature. You quickly ran to get changed into your favorite black dress before heading back into the bathroom to curl your hair. Giving yourself a glance over you walked out to the living room where Vanessa was sitting, coming up behind her you could see that she was on Instagram. Looking over her shoulder you saw Tyson’s face. You dropped your shoes that you were holding making Vanessa jump and turn to look at you. “Y/n....” she looked back down at her phone seeing that Tyson’s picture was still on it, she quickly clicked out of instagram. 

“Y/n... It’s been two years...” Vanessa said. “I know. It still hurts, and I haven’t seen him in so long. Maybe I could just peek on his Insta?” You said pulling out your phone and typing in him name. Clicking on his page you saw a whole bunch of pictures with him and different girls. The pictures were probably like two weeks apart and there was always a new girl with some cliche caption, you also noticed how all the girls all looked sightly similar and almost like you. “Y/n, are you okay?” Vanessa asked grabbing your arm slightly. “Yeah, you ready?” You said placing your phone in your purse, bending down to get your shoes on.

You  called an uber to have you guys taken to the club in town. You were honestly so excited because it was your first time out since Tyson. You walked in and headed straight for the bar. This was honestly your favorite club, there wasn’t a whole lot of creeps and the music was always amazing. You got yourself and Vanessa a shot before heading to the dance floor. You and Vanessa were having a great time. That was until you spotted him. Vanessa must had seen him at the same time you did because she pulled you towards the bar. 

“I didn’t know they were going to be here, Nate didn’t tell me...” “Vanessa, it’s okay. lets get a few more drinks and have a good time, yeah?” You said grabbing the bar tenders attention. At least an hour goes by and at this point you have at least three or four mixed drinks in you so you were feeling pretty good right about then. Tyson hadn’t seen you which made your night ten times better. 

Nate had showed up surprising Vanessa, needless to say they went off and did their own thing leaving you alone on the dance floor. There was now a whole lot more people then there was a few hours ago. Even though you had some drinks the buzz was starting to wear off. Heading back to the bar you bumped into a rather large man. Saying your excuse me’s you continued to the bar. After ordering you drink you went to reach for your purse to which it was no longer on your shoulder. feeling a tap on you other shoulder you turned around. “I think you... Y/N!?!?” Tyson said. “Thanks.” you said grabbing you purse, downing your drink, placing the money on the bar and headed for the doors. 

You just couldn’t be around him, not yet. Seeing him there all up on the other girls dancing, buying them drinks. It was just too much. Pulling out your phone you started to call for an Uber. “Y/N,,, can we just talk?” Tyson asked out of breath from clearly running after you. Ignoring him you hear a faint hello on the other end of the line, giving them your address you hung up.” “You moved pretty far huh? Why?” Tyson asked still standing behind you. “It’s none of your business Tyson, now just go back into the bar and forget you even saw me.” “How can I Y/n, you the most beautiful girl here.” “You’re drunk Tyson.” You said walking away. 

“Y/n, just stop. I haven’t seen you for two years and this is how you are going to treat me?” Tyson asked sounding kind of hurt. “Do you think it is easy for me Tyson, I spent five years of my life with you, loving you, supporting you, waiting. You didn’t even act like you wanted to be in a relationship anymore towards the end so I made the right choice for the both of us. I moved because I couldn’t stand to see how happy you were with the other girls after we broke up. And honestly nothing has changed, so go back in there and go hook up with some puck bunnies or something because I’m not coming back.” You said now spotting your uber. 

Before you knew it Tyson grabbed your arm turning you around to face him. “Tyson, what...” Tyson crashed his lips onto yours, it was like fireworks going off inside your head. Even though it had been two years, and even though you had broken up with him didn’t mean that you stopped caring for him, it didn’t mean that you didn’t love him. Pulling away you looked into Tyson’s eyes. you could tell they were sad. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that they are you. After you broke up with me I tried to find someone to drown out my sadness, all the girls I kept picking just reminded me of you. I didn’t even really like them, I just wanted you Y/n. I tried pretending that they were you and they weren’t. I hoped and prayed i would run into you again. I am so sorry that I wasted five years of your life Y/n. I wish that I could take it back and been the better boyfriend that you needed. That you deserved.” Tyson said now with tears in his eyes. “Y/n, please, I need you. I’m 27 now and I’m tired of playing these games. I love you.” 

“Ty... I... i need some time to think.” You said before getting into your uber. You were heading back to your place, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Tyson had said. Maybe he has changed. Maybe he is finally ready to settle down. Before you knew it you gave the uber driver your old address. You hoped that Tyson had gone home by this point. Pulling up to the old apartment building you got out. Taking a big breath you headed up to Tyson’s apartment. 

Knocking on the door you head footsteps. The door opened revealing a puffy eyed Tyson. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that they are you either.” You said making Tyson smile. “This is your one and only chance Tyson Barrie. You better not waste another five years of my life.” You said kissing Tyson. 

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

The Best Worst Day (a Guardiancorp ficlet)

The second James sees the first box of chocolates creep into the CatCo bullpen, he knows he's fucked up.

Kara sees his expression and deduces it's meaning in an instant. "Oh, no... please tell me you didn't forget your first Valentine's Day with Lena."

"What?" he sputters. "No. Of course not."

Her face serves as evidence towards her credulous disbelief. "Uh huh."

James forces a grin. "Don't you have an interview to get to?"

"Sure do! I'm on my way to L-Corp right now." Her eyebrow lifts in a smirk, and James recognizes it because he sees it so often on someone else. Kara's been spending too much time with Lena. "I'll let her know you say hi."

She departs with a jaunt in her step, and James' heart only sinks lower.

He doesn't even have flowers. He could try to throw money at a florist for a last minute delivery, or send his assistant to the nearest jewelry store, but he dismisses the idea as soon as it comes. What little his money could buy at the last minute isn't the experience he had in mind. Lena deserves better.

When he calls her, in the scant minutes he has between a pitch meeting and a status update with the art department, he gives her the only gift he has: honesty.

"Hey," he croaks, throat rough with dread.

"Hey," comes the reply, her voice warm in the way it only was with him. "Happy Valentine's Day."

James swallows. "Happy Valentine's Day," he echoes. He clears his throat. "That's actually sort of the reason I'm calling. I... I totally forgot."

"Oh." She paused, and James waits for the ground to open up and swallow him. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah! Yeah, it's just been crazy busy, and I had a whole plan in January, but with everything that's been going on-- I just totally flaked. Lena, I'm so sorry."

"No, James, it's fine." James imagines he can hear her smile, but his guilt can't quite let him believe it. "Really."

"Are you still free for lunch? I know we had something penciled in, and I still have an hour free..."

"Actually, I cant. Something's come up."

Oh. Of course.

"But, hey..."

James latches onto the caveat with both hands. "Yeah?"

"If you have time to swing by tonight, I could make it worth your while."

The purr in Lena's voice sends tendrils of desire down James' spine, only to clash with another heavy dose of guilt.

"The art department is struggling to meet the deadline. I want them to get out at a decent time, so I'll probably be here late to get them a leg up for tomorrow."

Silence answers him.

"I'll make it up to you, I swear."

"No, that's okay. I'll check in with you later." This time, Lena's voice sounds tight.

"I'm sorry." Guilt settles heavily in his gut. "I love you. I really do."

"Love you too. Talk to you later."

The day passes agonizingly slow. Lunch comes and goes, spent working alone without food at his desk. He isn't interrupted until an hour later, when Brenda comes in with a look of confusion on her face.

"What's up?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Olsen, but there's a gentleman here to see you. He doesn't have an appointment, but he says he's here on an errand for Miss Luthor...?"

James tries to get a peek through the door, but the man has his back to the office, observing the bustling bullpen that's taken no notice of him. He doesn't have anything in his hands, and doesn't look like a messenger.

"Send him in," James allows. "I'll take care of it."

He finishes up his last email as Brenda bustles out, and hits send just as his visitor comes striding in.

"James Olsen! Just the man I came to see!"

James' stomach flops in his belly as he looks up to see none other than Nathan Poirot grinning at him from the other side of his desk.

THE Nathan Poirot.

"Oh my god. Hi," James blurts, standing sharply. "Mr. Poirot, hi. Welcome. I'm a huge fan of yours."

White teeth flash against dark skin as Poirot's smile deepens. It's clearly a habit of his-- the older man's face is lined with decades laughter, and he does so now with tangible mirth.

"I'm glad to hear that," he returns. "But please, call me Nate."

James mouth goes dry. "Sure. Sure, I can do that. Nate." He swallows. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting your visit."

"Oh, yeah. Miss Luthor mentioned this was a surprise."

"So Lena did send you?" James asks. Confusion niggles at the back of his mind.

Nate nods. "Lionel Luthor owned the Monarchs back while I was still playing. We got friendly, and kept in touch over the years."

"Yeah, I've followed your career since I was a kid. The first black major league pitcher from Metropolis? You were my hero. Man, I felt that rotator cuff injury like it was my own."

Nate laughs again. "And I'm still feeling it! You know, I tried to keep going, but my career ended that day. But, I'm glad for it."

"Yeah?"

"Gave me more time with my family, and got me out early enough that I actually get to enjoy my golden years."

James nods. "And you started The Pitcher's Digest. That was huge."

"It was. But now I'm looking to retire. For good, this time. I'm looking to sell, but to someone who'll take good care of the Digest. When I heard that Lena had purchased CatCo, I floated out an inquiry." Nate grins. "She said you were the man to talk to."

Eyebrows lifting, Jamed can't help his surprise. "She did?"

"I was relieved to hear you're a fan. I can't give the Digest to just anyone."

James blinks, and suddenly the stars faded and he stares at the monumental honor looming in front of him. One he might not be able to take.

He chooses his words carefully. "CatCo doesn't have much market for sports journalism. It's not our demographic..."

"I understand that. But I think it could be. As it is, maybe it's better suited to an older generation. But with CatCo's reach and resources, I think you could change it into something that'll inspire a whole new generation of younger athletes."

"You're willing to let us do that?"

"When I say I'm retiring, I mean it! It's been a long time coming, and I'm not too proud to say I'm behind the times. That's why I wanted to speak with you. I can't give the Digest to someone who doesn't understand what it means to be underrepresented in media, especially in sports. These kids need to see themselves in the pages, to know they can do anything they put their mind to. To know that there'll be someone paying attention when it's their turn to shine."

James nods slowly, rolling the idea around in his head. "Okay. Yeah, we might be able to work with that. I can't make any promises today, but--"

"Don't need one today, son." Nate claps him on the shoulder. "Come on. How about I take you to lunch, and I can tell you all about the time I pranked Howie Louis so bad he refused to use the Monarchs locker room for two seasons."

James grabs his phone and jacket without hesitation. On his way out the door, he shoots Lena a short text.

Sneaky lady.

Her response is swift. What can I say? It's in the genes. Have fun.

He returns to the office full of good food and better conversation, and a promise to follow up regarding the fate of the Digest. He's in such a good mood he nearly leaves early, but when the art director stops in with her eyes full of frenzy, James resigns himself to the long night ahead.

He stays even after the art director finally leaves, determined to catch up on the paperwork he'd set aside in favor of putting out fires.

To his disappointment, his phone remains silent, undisturbed by calls or texts.

"Knock knock."

Lena smiles at him from doorway, a wicker basket looped over one arm. She's in a dress, but one that's soft and casual rather than her usual sharp lines. With her hair fluffed over one shoulder, she looks like a dream.

A dream James greets with an instant smile. "Hey."

"I know you're busy, but I figured you haven't eaten yet. I can leave this here--"

"Only if you stay with it."

James closes the distance between them and pulls her into a soft kiss. When they break apart, their bodies stay flush together, savoring the contact.

"I think I can spare a few minutes," Lena teases. James takes the basket from her, and starts unpacking. They spread a white tablecloth over the coffee table between the sofas, and unpack plates and wine glasses side by side.

When Lena starts cracking open the containers of food, James nearly melts at the aroma that wafts off of pasta and a duck confit browned butter sauce.

"That smells... amazing," he confesses readily. They sit, and James scrunches as close as he can to Lena. "Where's all this from?"

"Casa de Luthor."

"You made this?"

"I do know how to cook, you know," she informs him. "I just don't have the time for it."

At that, James' good mood dims. "But you did tonight."

He takes her hand in his, food forgotten.

"I really wanted to help make tonight special for us. Valentines Day usually feels liks a burden, but this year, it felt like it was going to mean a lot, you know? I had a whole thing I wanted to do, but... I'm sorry. You're amazing, Lena. You deserve better from me."

Lena gazes at him, eyes sparkling in the warm light of the office. "First of all: most of this was prepped over the weekend, so there was minimal effort this evening. Secondly... I'm kind of glad."

"What, that I forgot about Valentine's Day and have to work all night?"

"Maybe not the forgetting, but I certainly understand it. I meant..." She trails off, gathering her thoughts. When she finds the words she's looking for, she shifts closer to him. "When I was thinking of things we could do tonight, I kept thinking of what you've done for me that means the most... which is this."

James smiles, puzzling. "I don't follow."

"The nights you've come to L-Corp, bringing dinner and offering your company."

"But that's nothing!"

"Not to me."

Lena's voice deepens with honesty. James stills, sobered by the sound of it.

"To me, they're everything." She shrugs, a smile playing her lips. "So it's fitting that I get the chance to pay it forward."

James nods. "Okay, then."

A brilliant smile dazzles him, and just like that the soberness lifts. "However, if you let this food get cold, I'm sorry but I will have to break up with you."

With a laugh, James reaches for the wine bottle and corkscrew. "Well, we can't have that."

He pours her glass first, then his own, pretending all the while he doesn't feel her gaze on him.

"Hey," she says softly.

When he turns, cool hands cup his cheeks and warm lips gently kiss him again. For a moment, the world falls away, and it's just the two of them. Together.

"I love you," she murmurs when she does, her thumb stroking his jaw. "And I am so happy I have you."

James smiles, and kisses her again. "I love you too," he promises. "A little more every day."

He reaches for the pasta, and shoots her smile. "You'll never guess who I got to meet today."

[my-ocs-and-whatever]

Another batch of incorrect quotes w/ the ocs

Because apparently that’s how i do like 70% of character development

Jeannine: What’s your type-

Miranda: Tall, beautiful, really freaking smart, grey eyes, blonde hair-

Jeannine: -of blood....

Miranda: Oh.... type O

Jeannine: ...

Jeannine: D-Did you just describe me???? 

Jeannine: Did you know that when you break a bone it typically will heal back stronger than before?

Sky: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become invincible?

Jeannine: …

Jeannine: Please do not do that

Sky: Nathan wrote me a “Get Better Soon” card.

Caroline: That’s sweet!!

Sky: wasn’t sick, he just thought I could do better.

Starr: Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. 

Starr: Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.

Sky, texting Laurel: I have to kill him

Sky: idk how to hit on him so he has to die

Sky: why do we call it “bone dry” when bones spend most of their time being very wet

Nathan: maybe because when you touch a bone it feels really dry

Nathan: bones are porous so they actively suck the moisture out of your fingers

Sky: ... 

Sky: that’s so much more unsettling than my original question thanks.

Caroline: Did you know most laughs you hear on tv shows today were recorded in the 1950s? That means, technically, you’re most likely hearing dead people laughing

Starr: That may be a pretty interesting fact for most people, but I already hear dead people laughing

Laurel: Hey Starr?

Laurel: What the fuck does that mean

Jeannine @ like 3 in the morning: If bodies didn’t decompose, would that make solving murders easier or harder?

Miranda: WTF? Who asks questions like that??

Nathan, a forensics nerd: Oh. Interesting! Actually, if you take into account that-

Miranda: WTF?? WHO ANSWERS QUESTION LIKE THAT???

Sky: Jeanniiiiiiiine, I need dating advice.

Jeannine: Just because I’m dating Miranda doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Miranda: i love you.

Jeannine: i love you more!

Miranda: don’t start a fucking battle you cant win.

Laurel: sword lesbian this, sword lesbian that, will anyone spare a thought for bow and arrow lesbians in these melee fighting times

Laurel: I (a lesbian) pull out a bow, notch an arrow, wink at my lady love and say “the only straight thing about me is my shooting” before skewering the sheriff of Nottingham

Sky: what’s the difference between a brick and a matter baby?

Nathan: what’s a matter baby???

Sky: Nothing, honey, what’s the matter with you? ;)

Nathan: *frustrated screaming*

Miranda: You’re up early, Nate.

Nathan: Bold of you to assume I slept.

Starr: I wish I had the ability to make boys really nervous.

Sky: Holding a really sharp knife to their neck usually does the trick for me!

Nathan: As a boy I can confirm this makes me really nervous.

Caroline: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Starr: Killed without hesitation 

Laurel: There are three ways to do things: the right way, the wrong way, and the Sky way.

Miranda: Isn’t that just the wrong way?

Laurel: Yeah, but it’s faster.

Starr: feel free to dress slutty at my funeral. It’s what i would have wanted.

Miranda: If I were dating you. Well, heh, let’s just say horses wouldn’t be called ‘horses’ anymore.

Jeannine: Hey what the fuck does this mean?

Miranda: 

Jeannine: 

Jeannine: I’M SHAKING WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN

Jeannine: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one, you’ll be fined.

Nathan: Heck.

Jeannine: You’re on thin fucking ice.

Jeannine: Oh no.

Sky: allow me. locks are my speciality

Sky: *throws brick at window*

Caroline: hey Jeannine! I like your top

Miranda: I have a name, you know

Laurel: *spits out drink*

Caroline: What state are you in?

Jeannine: Constant anxiety.

Laurel: Denial.

Starr: Perfection.

Sky: Michigan!

Nathan: Did you even listen to a single word I said?

Sky: In my defense, I listened to about five of them and that’s a new record for me.

Miranda, drunk: *points at Jeannine* That’s my girlfriend, suckers!

Nathan: she’s your wife, Mirands

Miranda: My wife! Even better!

Miranda: god nerfed me by making me allergic to garlic and sunlight

Nathan: so.. a vampire?

Miranda: i can confirm that i am not a vampire as i have blood

Nathan: is it your blood?

Miranda: it is blood, yes.

[xicarcalii]

(Y/N)’s Big Day (Billy Hargrove x Reader) Part One

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x (Female) Reader

Summary: Today is (Y/N) and Nathan’s big day. However, Billy shows up to ruin the fun. He wants to admit his feelings once and for all before his person gets hitched to some rich, snot nose, pretty boy. (Billy’s description not mine). If things don’t go as planned will Billy, Steve, Tommy H. and their irrelevant friend Chris have to sabotage it??? I THINK SOOOOO. 

Note: Carol really isn't a bitch in this fic. I wanted to explore with the characters a bit. How would Tommy and Carol act around their best friends in 5 years? There are a ton of OTP shit in here and scenes from my fav movies and shows all put together for inspiration so i could finish this damn thing before Monday. If there are any error’s, ill just fix those babies later. I’m too tired rn. 

+ + +

February 21st, 1989

A few hours from now, you would either be the happiest person on the face of the earth, or you’ll be in a home for the abnormally gifted (a nut house for crazy people) by the amount of anxiety. It was 7:30 AM. You had arrived to the church 48 minutes ago, filled with excitement and happily anticipating the impending marriage to Nathan Hurley. 

“That is the third time Steve has run by the doorway in the last twenty minutes. What is he doing? He should be in here, standing still and keeping me from freaking out!” You hissed. Meredith let out a chuckle, crossing her left leg over her right as she sat on the arm of one of the couches. 

“Just breathe, (Y/N). You look amazing!” She smiled. 

Just breathe. Jeez, Mer, I never thought of that, you thought. You stood in front of the mirror, smoothing out the few wrinkles that were still in your dress.

Overall you were pleased, to say the least at the dress you had picked out. It was a frigid day in 1989, when you walked into the department store downtown to buy a wedding dress. It was immediately clear that you had a problem. All the gowns on display were designed for summer, made of light material, like organdy and dotted Swiss. You were getting married in a month and you needed something heavy and seasonal—and you needed it now. Finally, a frustrated saleswoman pointed you towards the sale rack, in other words, toward the reject winter wedding dresses that did not sell the year before. You called it sheer luck. You had found exactly what you were looking for. It was an ivory satin and Chantilly lace, with a six-foot train—at an incredible bargain price of only $800. You let out a small sigh, glancing up at your hair that had been put up in loose curls, soon looking over your face, and the decent amount of make-up you had plastered on it.

Exactly 15 seconds ago, Carol took both your hands and congratulated you on planning the perfect wedding. She asked how you were doing and part of you wanted to go berserk and bounce. But, you couldn’t lose your cool. So, what do you tell the young woman you chose as your “maid of honor” and “best friend” as she stood before you, smiling sheepishly, while all your dreams of a peaceful and simple marriage ceremony mutate into something you would wish on anyone else, but you? You only shrugged. You weren’t sure what the hell you were doing anymore.

“Look, (Y/N), It’s okay to be nervous. But nothing can go wrong. All you have to do, is go out there, get married, and I will do the rest, okay?” She gave you a reassuring smile, you giving her one in return as you nodded your head. 

You were so focused on Carol trying to calm your nerves, you barely listened to the door opening. 

“Billy!” a flustered Carol yelled as other bridesmaids in the room gasped. Billy stopped half way through the threshold; eyes automatically locked on your figure. You peered over Carol’s shoulder with growing fear in your eyes, watching as a small genuine smile grew on the man’s face. You still looked the same, even though it had been 5 years since he’d last seen you. He smiled as another old friend, Carol walked over to Billy, “Get out!” She demanded.

Billy cleared his throat, apologizing for staring a little too long. “Well, this isn’t the bathroom.” Carol rolled her eyes; scoffing as she pushed him out of the room. “Get out! Get out!” He quickly threw his hands up in defense, walking backwards to exit. But, not before getting one more glimpse of you, before she slammed the door behind him.

+ + +

Billy had run all over kingdom come when he had finally found Tommy and Chris; who were standing by a table in the reception hall, talking while nursing a glass of champagne. 

“Guys, guys, shut up and listen to me-it’s (Y/N). She doesn’t want to get married.” The two men gave Billy wide eyed looks before responding.

“Damn.”

“What happened?”

Billy walked over to the two men, “Well…” He stammered and then pushed the rest out in a gush. “Her exact words were: “I don’t want to marry Nathan, but my entire family is here and I can’t back out now. Please, Billy as my best friend, help me.” 

Tommy flicked his brows up, “What’d Carol say?” Billy shook his head, “Well, Carol didn’t hear it-(Y/N) told me with her eyes.” 

Both, Tommy and Chris took a minute to think about what their friend had just told them. Concluding that all of this information was bullshit. 

“Okay, so nothing happened then.” Tommy shrugged. Followed by Chris saying, “Cool, so she’s marrying Nate.”

Billy stuffed his hands into the pockets as he scowled over his shoulder, “No, guys, I know (Y/N)-I know her looks, okay? She doesn’t want to do this.”

“Billy, why the hell were you back there!?” Carol lunged forward, gripping the man tightly by the shoulder to spin him around. “I need to know, Hargrove.” She gripped him even more firmly and stared at him hard in the eye.

“(Y/N)’s backing out of the wedding.” Carol’s eyes widened, “What?”

“It’s true. She told me.”

“With her eyes.” Tommy pointed out. Carol snorted before taking her hand off Billy’s shoulder. “Oh, my god. I thought you were talking about something real. Billy! The weddings happening-let her go, pea brain.”

“Look, Carol, I’m telling you this as (Y/N)’s best friend and nothing more.” Carol shook her head, “Billy, your wrong. (Y/N) loves Nathan-I know that because I know her better than you do. Plus, if you were her best friend, you would’ve stayed. God, you are so selfish. Why can’t you just be happy for her?”

“Your wrong!” Billy yelled but then lowered his voice – “Your wrong, I am happy for her. If this was what she wanted, I would leave this wedding alone-but it’s not, so i cant.”

“Hargrove, listen up and listen good. You are not to talk to (Y/N), you are not to look (Y/N), and you are not to have eye conversations with her. Or I will bust you. Hard.” Carol sneered. With one flick of her hair, the girl was gone. 

Billy ran his fingers through his cut curls, letting out a groan. Tommy furrowed a brow, pressing on with the conversation once his girlfriend had left. 

“Well, what are you gonna do?” Billy dropped his hands to his sides; letting out a deflating sigh. Nodding, he pursed his lips together, “I’m gonna tell her… and if that shit doesn’t go over smoothly between the two of us-Max told me Harrington doesn’t like the jackass, so maybe we can stop this whole shit wedding from happening. We all know she’s too good for him. She deserves better.”

“Okay, hold up,” Chris began, gulping down the rest of his champagne,” let’s say you do tell (Y/N) how you feel, and she feels the same way, then what?”

“What do you think? I’m gonna grab my girl, get the hell out of this shit hole and were gonna settle back in California.”

“What about Mindy?” Tommy asked. Billy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “She’s not (Y/N), Tommy.”

“Alright, man I get it,” Tommy nodded, beginning to chuckle, “but, if by any means, you and Harrington try and sabotage this wedding because all this shit between the two of you doesn’t go as planned-I want in.”

Chris nodded in agreement, “Yeah, fuck it, me too.”

Billy glanced between the two, giving them both a mischievous grin as he walked away to tell you he loved you.

+ + +

You hiked up the massive skirt on your dress and tiptoed to the doorway, glancing out into the hall. Your mom was huddled at the door with Tyler, the best man. Guests and parents were seated in pews. The lilies and orange blossoms filled the building. You looked to the front of the church only to see Nathan. Even though you two had agreed not to see each other before the ceremony, you couldn’t help but stare. He was wringing his hands and his eyes were searching everywhere but in the direction of the aisle you would be walking down. Everything was as you dreamed, well – almost. 

Your eyes kept searching for Billy though. It was a lot harder to spot him now without that damn mullet. Where is he? Maybe Nate is nervous because of Billy? Why is he here in the first place, Max probably told him? Maybe Tommy? These things played out in the back of your mind like a broken record.

You didn’t know, but even though you didn’t see Billy-he saw you. He pushed through the crowd, edging his way toward you. You never noticed him as he fished his way through the jovial gathering. Billy felt as if he were floating as he closed the gap between you and himself. Grabbing you by the wrist, he pulled you aside. 

“Billy,” you breathed. Your shock was quickly replaced with bemusement.

“What the hell are you doing here,” you asked. Billy frowned and grabbed you by the elbow, leading you back into the room, quickly shutting the door.

“No, (Y/N). What the hell are you doing here?” Your mind was reeling as you stared up at him with disbelief. You had avoided all his calls for months-years even, and you had intended to keep it that way. Any attempt that he would try to make and weasel his way back in was easily ignored. It was your wedding. Every excuse you could muster to avoid him was utilized.

“What do you mean?” Your voice was smaller than you had intended. You wanted to yell at him, but perhaps you were too stunned. He had decided to corner you 20 minutes before the ceremony to let you know. You stared at him, trying to work up the anger to smack him, but the look in his eyes quelled your rage. He took your hand into his own, and you inhaled a deep breath. The touch was unwarranted, and its effect unwanted. 

“I love you,” he said simply. Your eyes met his, and his somber expression bore through your soul. “You left me,” you reminded him, tugging your hand back. Sanity returned as the feeling faded from your body, and your resolve hardened. “It’s been 5 years, Billy. Are you crazy? You wait until now to tell me you love me?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you ever since I got to California! You’ve been blowing me off ever since,” he accused, his brow furrowed. “This was the only way I could get your attention for more than ten seconds.” You bit your lower lip, glaring up at him. “Okay, Billy. You want my attention? You have it. I’ll give you twenty seconds to tell me how you’re going to fix this!” You spat, glad to see your temper had finally decided to join the conversation. He glared back at you though. “I’m done trying to talk to you!” he exclaimed, stepping uncomfortably close.

Your eyes widened, and you threw my hands up in protest immediately. It was too late though. He held you close, and you were always helpless against his lips. The excitement tearing through your body almost took over, but you managed to push against his chest in protest. When he didn’t budge, his lips settled in place and defeat consumed you. Your heart was pounding faster than it had in years, and as much as you wanted to deny it, the charge between the two of you was always tangible. You found yourself opening your mouth to him, and it only took a second before he eagerly accepted the invitation. Your mind was screaming for you to stop this, but the electricity flowing through couldn’t be ignored as you kissed him back. When he finally pulled back, you were stunned. Disappointed, even. His eyes were dancing victoriously as they met yours, and you had no words to offer him. You were paralyzed under his gaze after the heated moment, just like how the two of you were back in high school.

“Don’t marry him,” he whispered, his eyes pleading as they met yours, “I always have loved you. You can’t marry that asshole and if you do, I can’t watch. You deserve better. Marry me, (Y/N). I know you want too.”

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[hitmanbalor]

burn it down

EPISODE TWO: TENSION

seth rollins x cora sasaki

euphoria au - season two

cora woke up in seths bed the next morning wondering how she got here.

"hey, your finally awake." seth said walking into his room, shirtless yawning.

"yeah, what time is it?" cora asked seth.

"it's around twelve." he said to cora laying next to her in the bed. "you okay?"

"i hope nate doesn't come for fez." she sighed looking down at the man who rested his head on her thigh.

"how bad did it seem?" seth asked, cora taking his hand into hers.

"he was all bloody. fez got most of the hits in. maddy texted me last night. he's at the hospital."

"are they really back together?" seth groaned.

"as far as i know, no. hopefully, they don't. my baby deserves better." cora said playing with seths hand again.

"she does, nate is a dick. are you planning on doing anything today?" seth asked cora shyly. cora laughed at his nervousness.

"no, but i don't know why your so nervous." she said.

"i-i just wanna spend time with you." he said his face getting red.

"come here, you oaf." cora said dragging seths larger body next to hers. "you don't gotta be nervous. i will always wanna spend time with you, seth." she smiled up at him as she cuddled into his side.

"sorry, it's just i get really nervous around you." he laughed and cora smiled.

"no need. wanna hear a secret?" cora said sitting up looking seth into his eyes.

"sure." he raised his eyebrow getting suspicious knowing cora was very unpredictable.

"i like you." is all she said. seth smiled at the girl. "say something, please. i just confessed and the atmosphere is very thick here." she laughed.

"i-i like you too, cora." he said before wrapping the girl up into his arms cuddling into her on the bed.

"your a bit excited i see." she laughed before pushing a stray hair of his away.

"how can i not be? i might actually get the girl." he smiled.

"who says you haven't gotten her already?" cora asked seth and he shook his head.

"i cant say anything until i officially take you out." he said as cora giggled.

"fine, im gonna have to head home to get ready. pick me up about 2:30?" cora asked and seth nodded smiling at the girl.

"bye!" seth said as cora left.

--

cora arrived home and got ready for her date. after the events of the party last night, she needed this rest.

"hey, babe!" coras mom, elena said before hugging her as her other mom, io was not far behind. cora hugged her mom back.

"how was last night?" io asked her daughter as they made their ways into coras bedroom.

"well, i can tell you while im getting ready for my date." cora sang.

"date? fezco?" elena asked.

"surprisingly, no. but you have known about my small crush on seth." cora said.

"seth?" elena squealed. cora just laughed at her mom.

"yeah, i really like him." cora said before heading to her closet and grabbing outfits.

"he's a sweet boy." io said as she helped cora pick an outfit. "how about this one." she showed cora a lacey purple outfit that cora loved. coras eyes lit up and she nodded.

"can you guys help me with my makeup?" cora asked glancing at the time which was only 1:05. "he's picking me up at 2:30." she said.

"well let's doll you up, girl." elena said as cora sat down on the chair in front of her messy vanity. as her moms got her ready seth was freaking out and fezco wasn't helping at all.

"look, im telling you just wear this." fezco showed him button up and nice dress pants. "where are you taking her anyway?"

"honestly, id be fine with just going to see a movie but i feel like she deserves more." seth sighed and fezco laughed.

"your whipped." is all fezco said before clearing his throat. "you should take her out to the beach then to a small lunch thing ending with you coming here and me and ash wil have the rest for you."

"your the best, fez." seth said ruffling the man's small amount of hair.

"the least i can do for you since your taking out my sister." fezco laughed.

"im glad your not killing me." seth said getting a black button up and jeans on.

-

it neared 2:30 and cora being the person she was decided to wait outside for seth. her dress wasn't very skin tight and was flowing so it made it easier to maneuver. she sat down on the bench and scrolled on her phone liking various posts of her friends. a car pulled up and seth hopped out of the car.

"why aren't you inside, silly?" seth asked holding a small bouquet of coras favorite flowers, pansys.

"im inpatient." cora said standing up walking over to seth.

"don't want me to meet the parents?" he wiggled his eyebrows.

"you've met them dork." she pushed his shoulder making him laugh.

"let's go, pretty girl." seth said walking her to her side of the car opening the door setting the pansys on her lap.

"they are gorgeous, seth." cora said as he settled into his seat.

"im glad i did a good job." he took her head as he pulled out of the driveway, mentally preparing himself for the date. the drive wasn't long and seth pulled up to a restaurant. the restaurant was nice. it was lively and had fairy lights strung everywhere. cora felt as her outfit made her stand out but seth offered his leather jacket to make her more comfortable which she gladly took. the pair enjoyed their lunch and after it seth took cora to the beach a little ways away, which was always one of her favorite things to do.

"how did you manage to make this day so perfect?" cora asked seth as they drove back to fez and ashtray.

"i know you, cora." he said. "besides you intrigue me. you suprise me everyday. always leaving me on my toes. ive never met anyone like you." seth said as they pulled into the shop along side a car, cora identifed as cals.

"what is he doing here?" cora asked wasting no time getting out of the car making a beeline to fezco.

"cora. wait." seth said grabbing coras hand walking beside her into the shop feeling the tense atmosphere inside.

"oh, cora sasaki!" cal exclaimed as cora came into his sight. this might come to shock to alot of you but cora was always on cals radar, due to her being maddys best friend. cora hated nate and never failed to express it, because she always saw the toxicity he handed maddy.

"cal, what do you want?" fezco said, cals head snapping to his fez.

"what happened to my son?" he asked.

"what do you mean, cal?" seth raised his eyebrow looking the older man into his eyes.

"don't act stupid with me boy." cal said spitting vemon at seth.

"get out of here, cal. we don't know what your talking about. ask your son." cora said as she finally looked at lexi who seemed scared as they all seemed very intimidating. cal walked out scoffing at the group. cora let go of seths hand and brought lexi into a hug. "im sorry you had to see that." cora hugged her tighter stroking her hair comfortingly.

"can you take me home, cor?" lexi asked as she went up to fezco to pay only for him to just give it to her for free. cora led lexi to the car.

"meet me at my house, seth?" cora asked and he nodded kissing her cheek goodbye.

@foxgloveflavored

[chasholidays]

Hey love your fics im a first time prompt sender, if you can could you carry on Where Everybody Knows Your Name, except with Monty and Miller, I want to see if Monty gets his customer crush too, looking forward to the holiday fics i cant wait thanks x

Original fic here!

“It was Nate, right?”

Monty considers, but he can’t help the smartass retort. It’s his lot in life. “No, Monty. We work together?”

Clarke rolls her eyes, but she’s clearly amused. Possibly in spite of herself, but he’ll take what he can get. “Your customer crush. Nate with the rainbow flag on his bag?”

“Oh, yeah. That’s him. Why?”

“I know him.”

He frowns. “Okay, that’s just unfair. You can’t hog all the hot queer boys. We’re in a recession.”

“Which is why I’m talking to you. He and Bellamy are friends. They hang out. If you came to hang out too, you could actually spend time with him.”

“You have such a weird thing about talking to people you’re romantically interested in. Who does that?”

“People who want to get laid.” She leans back against the counter, watching him shrewdly. He likes Clarke, but she can be kind of intense. “You don’t have to do anything about it. But I figured I should let you know. Hanging out with Miller is a possibility.”

“Miller?”

“Bellamy calls him Miller. That’s why I didn’t make the connection earlier. But we all hung out last night, so—“

“So you slept with a customer and want to enable everyone else to do the same.”

“We’re dating,” she points out. Monty still thinks she might be a witch, honestly. It would explain some things. “All I’m enabling you to do is spend some time with him socially. He’s hosting game night at his place on Saturday night. Bellamy said I could bring friends.”

The entire premise of Monty’s crush is that Nate is attractive and seems to be queer. He’s quiet and polite when he comes in, and usually puts a dollar in the tip jar after he pays. There are no particularly deep feelings involved. He’s eye candy.

But, well.

“Game night?”

“Apparently he’s really into indie board games.”

“Oh my god.”

She smirks, and he’ll give her this one. She deserves to be smug. “So, you’re in, right?” she asks.

“Send me the details, yeah. I think I can make it.”

*

Monty has a fairly effective strategy for dealing with random crushes: he doesn’t do anything about them and eventually they go away. He likes having a person to idly fantasize about, but actually making a move always seems kind of terrifying. In college, his first and only girlfriend had asked him out, and they’d had a year-long relationship that ended with graduation.

And since then, nothing. Just scattered crushes, the kind with no pressure at all. People who aren’t really real, customers and attractive strangers on the bus. When Clarke was hired, he thought about getting a crush on her, but she was too intimidating, and not really his type.

Plus, after less than a month, she was dating Bellamy, which sort of proved his point. Anyone who went from crush to flirting to relationship with the efficiency she did was not someone he could ever date.

But a quiet guy who’s friends with his coworker and her boyfriend, who has board game nights? That guy’s right up his alley. And it’s a more than a little terrifying.

Clarke agrees to walk over to Nate’s with him, so he won’t be showing up alone. Bellamy isn’t even there, so they don’t have to pretend he’s not nervous about interacting with his semi-crush.

“It’s not a big deal,” Clarke says, which isn’t actually that helpful. He knows it’s not a big deal. She doesn’t need to remind him he’s being irrational.

His expression must give him away, because her face dissolves into a sheepish smile. “Sorry. So it’s going to be us, Bellamy, Miller, their friend Monroe, Raven, and her boyfriend. Apparently they try to do this like once a month.”

“Cool.” He pauses. “Bellamy didn’t think it was weird? That you were bringing me.”

“Nope. That’s part of why I asked Raven,” she adds. “I just said I was bringing my two favorite coworkers.”

“Aww,” he says, grinning. “Thanks.”

“Not a lie.”

“We like you too.” He exhales. “I shouldn’t be nervous, right? This is board games. If I’ve got a thing, this is it.”

“Definitely. Also you like Bellamy and Raven, and Miller is pretty laid back. You have good taste in crushes.”

“Thanks. Did we know Raven had a boyfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Okay, cool, just checking. Should I call Nate Miller? Does everyone call him Miller?”

“I don’t think he’ll mind Nate? He and Bellamy met in high school and there were a couple Nates, so he went by his last name. Either is probably fine.”

“It’s probably good,” he says. “Nate is an idea, Miller is a person. I can get to know the person.”

“That’s the spirit.”

They run into Raven a few blocks out, falling into step with her and her boyfriend, a tall guy with long hair who’s about as intimidating as Raven is, honestly. They’re one of those couples Monty is sure could kick his ass without even noticing they were doing it.

“Hey,” says Raven. “Finally putting your money where your mouth is, Monty?”

“I’ve never understood that saying,” he muses. “Do you have any idea how dirty money is? The last place I want it is where my mouth is.”

Raven smirks. “Don’t be nervous. Me and Clarke are going to talk you up.”

“That actually makes me feel worse, thanks. Is this your boyfriend? Do we get introduced or is he just going to lurk?”

“Yeah, this is Roan. Roan, Monty and Clarke. Clarke’s boyfriend invited us. I slept with him after it turned out Clarke and I were dating the same guy.”

Roan takes this in stride. “I will probably need a diagram. But it’s nice to meet you both. Raven has been educating me on the evolution of board gaming beyond Scrabble and Monopoly, so I’m looking forward to an educational afternoon.”

“Oh wow,” says Monty. “Yeah, you’ve got a lot to look forward to. Did Bellamy tell you what we were playing? If Miller’s understanding of modern board games begins and ends with Settlers of Catan, I don’t think I can be into him anymore.”

“What if board game night is actually just Sorry for three hours?” Clarke asks. “What then?”

“As long as it’s not Monopoly. Then none of us would come out with relationships.”

They talk favorite games until they get there, which lulls Monty into a false sense of security. He can do this. He’s a normal person who has normal conversations.

And then Nate opens the door to the apartment building, and it all kind of falls apart. He usually comes in on his way to work, dressed in slacks and collared shirts, but on his own time he apparently favors tight t-shirts and worn jeans. The t-shirt has the triforce on it, too, just to rub it in. It’s like he stepped right out of one of Monty’s pathetic dork fantasies.

“Hey, coffee shop crew. I’m an asshole who doesn’t actually know any of your names except Clarke. I assume you’re Raven and you’re Monty,” he adds, guessing correctly. “And you must be Raven’s boyfriend, name to be determined.”

“Roan,” he says. “A pleasure.”

“Cool. We haven’t ordered pizza yet, so you guys can get in on arguing about toppings. Come on up.”

Bellamy and Monroe are already upstairs, looking at Nate’s–Miller’s–impressive collection of board games. To Monty’s commingled relief and horror, he’s got great taste in games, some titles he loves, others he’s been hoping to try out, and even some that weren’t on his radar at all but look cool.

“I have a problem,” says Miller, when he catches Monty examining a deluxe edition of Underlings of Underwing. “A kickstarter problem.”

“This is honestly amazing,” he says. “Like–wow. You have the game collection I dream of having.”

“Yeah? What are some of your favorites?”

There’s this zone Monty gets into where he’s nervous, where he can interact normally, have full, coherent conversations, but it feels as if he’s watching himself do it, as if he’s in a video game running through a pre-written script until he hits a decision. He and Miller have a perfectly cordial discussion of games, and Monty’s sure he comes across well.

On the inside, though, he’s basically dying.

It gets better once they settle in for actual gaming. The games are engaging and require him to put thought into them, and even though he always ends up playing the same game as Miller when they break into groups, he can interact through mockery and trash talk, which works for him. Especially since Miller gives as good as he gets.

He’s congratulating himself on interacting like a normal human and never having to do it again when Miller grabs his arm. “Hey, have you played Pandemic Legacy?”

“No, just regular Pandemic.”

“I’m trying to get a game going on Thursdays. Bellamy and Clarke are in, so we need a fourth. You want to join?”

“Thursdays?” he asks, to fill the space as his brain catches up.

“Yeah. I figure we won’t make it work every week, but I want to try it. I hear it’s cool.”

“Yeah, me too. I can probably do that, yeah. Thursday nights?”

“Yup. Give me your number, I’ll text you when we’ve got a plan.”

“Awesome, sounds good. Looking forward to it.”

They shake hands, and Bellamy and Miller do a bro hug, and everyone else says their goodbyes downstairs. Clarke’s going over to Bellamy’s, which means she’s not going the same direction he is anymore, and he gets to walk home alone, letting his music dominate his brain.

Jasper’s playing Splatoon when he gets to the apartment, and Monty just collapses next to him with a groan.

“Did it suck?”

“No. It was amazing. We have a ton in common, he has a huge game collection, he wants me to join a weekly Pandemic Legacy game. I don’t know how it could have gone better.”

Jasper pats his shoulder, consoling. “Sorry, bro. That sucks.”

“Yeah, I know.”

*

Miller’s never been one of the regulars who comes in every day, so Monty doesn’t actually see him again for another couple days. He comes in on Tuesday morning, though, looking just as attractive as always, except now he has a personality.

Clarke Griffin is the worst thing that’s ever happened to Monty, probably. This is her fault.

He’s grabbing a big order of pastries when Miller comes in, so he just offers a smile, but he ends up in line right next to him, because that’s the kind of luck Monty has.

“Morning,” says Miller.

“Morning. How’s it going?”

“Okay. I was hoping you were going to be here. When do you finish work on Thursday?”

He blinks. “Oh, uh–three? Morning shift.”

“Cool. I was thinking like six for the game. Order dinner, figure out the rules, fight over how to prevent disease while the world dies around. The usual.”

“Yeah, that should work for me. Are you getting any pastries?” he adds.

“Yeah, blueberry muffin.”

Monty grabs one quickly, puts it in a bag and hands it over. It’s nothing he hasn’t done for other regulars, nothing he hasn’t done for Miller before, even. But this is the problem with a fake crush becoming a real crush: now everything feels important. It’s not fun anymore.

Which is, of course, ridiculous. He still doesn’t have a chance. He just has real things to pine over.

“Thanks,” Miller says, easy. “I’ll text you later tonight.”

“Cool. Have a good day.”

“You too.”

“Very natural,” Maya says, patting his shoulder once Miller is gone. “Totally smooth.”

“It may seem that way, but on the inside I am dying.”

“No, I can tell.”

“Thanks,” he says. “Really.”

“At least you get to hang out with him every week,” Clarke says, and he glares at her.

“I’m not even talking to you. You’re banned.”

She just smiles. “You’re welcome.”

He makes sure there are no customers around before he gives her the finger. So he’s not that doomed.

Yet.

*

Interacting with Miller isn’t that bad, except that the whole crush thing doesn’t get better. He’s just waiting for something to ruin it, and nothing does. Miller is not only hot and queer, but sarcastic and geeky and passionate. He works for a theater company that does outreach in public schools and seems to love it, and while Monty doesn’t really think he saves kittens from trees in his spare time or anything, that’s not really his type anyway.

Miller is his type. Basically just as he is. And he has no idea what to do about it.

“You could ask him out,” Clarke says. They’ve got their fifth week of Pandemic Legacy tomorrow, and Monty might be complaining. Just a little.

In his defense, it is her fault. She deserves it.

“How dare you,” he says.

“Monty doesn’t woo,” Jasper adds. “Monty is wooed.”

“Hey, that’s not fair. Most of the time, I’m neither.”

“Oh right. In general, Monty is just sad and alone.”

“That’s me,” he agrees. “I’ve got a brand, Clarke. Respect the brand.”

“And your brand can never date Miller?”

“No, my brand’s just bad at it. And I think it’s incompatible with his,” he adds.

“Really?” Clarke asks, sounding dubious. “You’re nerds who love games. How are you not on Miller’s brand?”

“His low self esteem makes it hard for him,” says Jasper, like he’s some kind of expert.

“Your mom’s low self esteem makes it hard for her,” Monty mutters.

“You’re great, Monty,” says Clarke. “Really.”

“I know. But that doesn’t mean I’m asking Miller out.”

“Okay. But you could.”

“I could,” he agrees. “I’m just not.”

He assumes it’s the end of the conversation, which is true in a limited sense, but Clarke clearly doesn’t forget, because Monty’s been at Miller’s for about three minutes when their phones buzz with a message from Bellamy: Sorry, something came up, me and Clarke are out.

It’s not even a real excuse. They really could have done better.

Miller must agree, because he snorts and tosses his phone aside. “Wow, subtle.”

“You think they’re having sex?”

“Oh, probably. I meant–” He glances at Monty, like he’s thinking it over. “Bellamy’s been telling me to just make a move for weeks. He thinks just because he’s dating his barista crush, everyone else should too. So he probably decided to skip out just so I’d–do this.”

Monty’s mouth goes dry. “Wait, what?”

“No pressure,” he says, with a shrug. “But if they’re not here anyway, we could switch this to a date. Or we can pretend I didn’t say anything and play video games.”

It takes his brain a second to catch up. “Really?” is what he comes out with, and then, “I mean, um. Can we do both?”

“Both what?”

“Video game date? Like–we’re on a date, but we’re still playing video games. Is that something you’re into?”

Miller smiles. “Yeah, Monty. That’s exactly what I’m into.”

“Oh. Wow. What are the odds?”

“Pretty shitty,” Miller says. “We must be lucky.”

Monty can’t stop grinning. “Yeah, we must be.”

*

He makes Clarke a coffee when she shows up for her shift the next morning. “I’m not saying I forgive you,” he says. “But I no longer want to murder you.”

“Cool.” She raises the cup. “To customer crushes?”

“To customer boyfriends,” he corrects, and she grins.

“Even better.”

[nadiineross]

requested by @csquirrel27

27. “If we get caught I’m blaming you”

Chloe breathes a sigh of relief when Nate comes sulking back to their table, pouting at a disgruntled Elena. 

“Okay, fine,” he says when he slumps into his chair between Chloe and Elena. “If you get the candlestick, you win.”

Chloe dips her head and smiles, then, through her curled lashes, she looks up at Nadine. She’s sitting next to Elena, one arm extended over the top of an empty chair, a leg carefully crossed over the other. 

“Partner?”

Nadine’s eyes flit to meet hers and her balled up napkin is discarded on the table. She finally flashes a devilish smirk and, Christ, Chloe is infatuated. 

“Watch and learn,” Nadine says to Nate, standing in a swift motion. It’s the first thing she’s said to him all night and judging by Nate’s scowl, he knows this too. 

“Be back soon,” Chloe sings, patting Nate’s gelled hair. Behind her, she hears Elena snort and an amused “let it go, honey.”

They’re at the wedding of a rich man notorious for hoarding things and doing absolutely nothing with them. Simon Irving had plenty of antiquities that could lead to bigger finds, but he refused to use them, preferring to use them as decor.

An atrocity, honestly. Tonight, they have their sights set on a century old candlestick that the groom-to-be had been boasting about earlier. Apparently, a good addition to his collection of paperweights. 

Completely by chance, Nate had been invited to the excessively extravagant wedding and, after months of needling, Chloe had managed to rope him into asking for two more invites. 

(He’d told Irving that they were interested in selling a priceless tusk from India, which, for the record, is sitting comfortably in the hands of the Ministry of Culture and has been for the last two years.) 

Of course, a bit of friendly competition didn’t hurt anyone, so after being seated, Chloe injured Nate’s ego enough to make him insist on doing the work for her. 

Now, Elena’s poking at his wounded ego, looking fantastic as she does, and Nadine’s leading her by the arm to the dance floor. 

Chloe’s in a bright red dress, a slit up one leg, and a scooping back. Nadine, stunning as usual, is dressed in a crisp dress shirt tucked tidily into her pants. 

“Hm, you look dashing, love,” Chloe says, putting a hand on Nadine’s shoulder. 

There’s a crack of a smile, but otherwise, Nadine only squints over her shoulder. 

Chloe keeps her eyes on Irving as Nadine leads them through the crowd, weaving through and taking large arcs around the crowded spaces. 

The door that leads to the study is located near the stage at the front of the hall, half hidden behind sweeping red curtains draped across the walls. 

There’s a staircase that’ll lead to the upper floor and thanks to Irving’s lack of filter, Chloe knows the door to his study is adorned in what must be clear evidence of cultural appropriation. 

A guard slips through the door, closing it with a whirring and a click. 

“No go,” Chloe murmurs, thumb idly smoothing at the fabric of Nadine’s shirt. 

Nadine curses, and like that, they’re off again, making circles around the room. 

Only one hallway other than the entrance is open to guests which leads to the bathrooms. They have no choice but to go through there. Nadine lets Chloe hold onto her arm, escorting her, and oh, that’s a bicep, all right.

Inside, a lady is washing her hands, so Chloe lets go of Nadine’s arm and makes for one of the stalls. It’s an awkward moment where Chloe’s hiding out with a toilet and Nadine’s loitering, waiting for the lady to leave, but it dissipates with the lock of a door behind the sound of clicking heels. 

“Game plan?” Nadine asks as Chloe comes back out the stall. 

“Don’t have one.” 

“Didn’t think so,” she says, voice filled with mirth, letting Chloe brush by her to grab onto the sink. 

Chloe takes her heels off, leaning sideways, and raises her eyebrows. “Isn’t the study right upstairs?” 

She knows the answer, so Nadine doesn’t answer, just takes Chloe’s shoes and rolls her head around on its socket. She hooks the points of the heels into her belt loops and tightens the belt by one hole. 

There’s a window at the end of the bathroom, probably popped open because one of the other guests wanted a smoke. Chloe lets her go first, bowing with a twirl of her hand. 

“Chivalry at its finest,” Nadine says dryly, peering out the window and, once deemed safe, hoisting herself over the sill. 

There’s a row of windows above, too high to grab from where they’re hanging, toes on the thinnest of ledges. 

At the edge of the building, before it turns the corner to the front, there’s a gargoyle that they can use as a step up. 

Chloe, having climbed out second, is closer, so Nadine cants her head towards the gargoyle. “After you.” 

“Chivalry at its finest,” Chloe replies, teasing. She grabs the edge, legs dangling briefly, before heaving herself up. She uses one hand and pinches her dress between her fingers, giving it a little flutter. “Well, if the boys bothered to enjoy the view, it’s right here.”

A couple guards below them share a cigarette, guns slung behind them. 

Nadine rolls her eyes, joining Chloe’s height with more grace. 

“Show off.” Chloe scoots along the wall, peeking through windows every now and then. 

“Out of shape,” Nadine replies, airily. 

“Oh, you love my shape.” Chloe tries a window and grunts in annoyance when it doesn’t budge. They shuffle along, prying at one more before a dusty window finally creaks open. “Third times the charm, as they say.” 

“All things come in three,” Nadine intones. 

Chloe can’t help but smile, pleased.

The room they climb into must be a guest room, guessing by the lack of personal effects. Still, Chloe noses around curiously while Nadine wipes her now-grimy fingers clean with tissues from the fancy tissue box on a nearby desk. 

Unhooking them from Nadine’s pants, Chloe helps herself back into her heels. 

When they’re both done, Nadine takes the lead. The hallway is empty, but they stick close to the sides, ready to duck into a room if anyone turns the corner. 

“Wait,” Chloe says, stopping Nadine with a hand on her elbow. “That look right to you?”

There’s a door decorated by phrases written in a logographic script. Irving is white as they come and, well, that’s certainly not the Starbucks logo. 

Nadine closes the door behind her and flips the lights on. 

Again, Chloe slinks around the room, like a cat. 

Nadine fixes her sleeves, unrolling them so she can refold them up to her elbows. There’s a bunch of candlesticks on the fake fireplace, and she lets Chloe examine them while she takes a blazer off the back of the leather desk chair. 

“Why hello, Lumière,” Chloe says, twisting off the bottom part of a candlestick. 

Nadine takes the candlestick from Chloe who lets out a huffy “hey!” and uses duct tape from the desk to stick it to the inside of her new blazer. 

“Come on, Frazer,” Nadine says, “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

Chloe wants to protest. Instead, she bites her tongue and helps Nadine into the blazer, brushing the shoulders and arms down. 

“Completes the look,” she says, appreciatively. 

“You think?” Nadine asks, opening the door. She promptly closes it and plunges them into darkness. “Fuck. Two guards in coming.” 

Chloe tugs them into the corner between a shelf and the wall, pressing her front flush against Nadine’s. They can hear each other’s breathing, feel the rise and fall of chests. Chloe could trace a rough outline of the candlestick if she wanted to. 

“Heard the bridezilla was thinking of leaving boss,” came the gruff voice of guard number one, muffled by the door. 

A thin band of light swept across the room when one of them opens the door. 

“No way,” says the other one, into the room, “he’s loaded. If he asked me, I’d marry him too, and just for a cut of his money.” 

The lights come on. 

Chloe’s pulse jumps. However, she relaxes when a warm hand cups the small of her back, and they somehow sink deeper into the wall. 

“True.” It goes dark again, and the door shuts. “Wouldn’t spend any of it on all this dead people shit, though.” 

They wait in silence until Chloe can’t hear the sounds of their boots on the hardwood floor. Then, she sighs and pulls back far enough to get a better look at Nadine’s face in the dark. 

“That was close,” she whispers. 

“Too close,” Nadine agrees. 

No one moves. To be fair, Chloe’s practically glued to Nadine, hands on her waist, so Nadine can’t exactly go anywhere. 

It’s rare that they’re dolled up like this. It’s not their first time, but when the opportunity arises, Chloe embraces it readily. Part of it is because she likes the fancy dress, but mostly so she can see what Nadine will whip out of her closet next. 

In all honesty, she prefers Nadine in dresses, but there’s something to be said about the crisp suits and shiny dress shoes. 

Chloe had done Nadine’s eyeliner—which is flawless, thank you very much—and picked the lipstick color, but the application was all on Nadine who is surprisingly adept at the art of makeup. 

And this is when Chloe realizes she’s been staring at Nadine’s mouth for the last minute. Nadine’s eyes are dilated. The ticking of Irving’s grandfather clock has her tensing up. The intensity between them only worsens. 

Chloe juts her chin out ever so slightly, edging closer. 

In the time it takes Chloe to blink, Nadine’s twitching her head to the side and clenching her jaw. 

“Let’s go.” 

“Oh.” Chloe clears her throat, drawing back jerkily. “Yes. Yeah.” 

Nadine smiles blandly in acknowledgment. 

This time, they follow the sound of the party, navigating the hallways, and take the stairs down to the first floor. There’s the door at the end that’ll lead to the side of the stage. 

Nadine stops short. “We need a keycard to get out.”

“We’re too close to the ground to climb out,” Chloe says. They’d get caught with one leg out the window. The only way is going back down to the bathroom. 

The sound of the same two guards making their rounds filters through the chatter from the wedding, causing Nadine to tense up in alarm. 

“Nate’s going to enjoy this,” Chloe says, resigned. 

“Or,” Nadine says. 

“Or?” she prompts.  Nadine sounds unsure, but Chloe’s all ears for pretty much anything that’ll get them out of this.

She clasps Chloe’s wrists in her hands, backing them into the wall by the door, and very deliberately placed Chloe’s palms onto her chest. “Or kiss me.” 

It’s a shock to her system, like being dunked in cold water minus the actual dunking or the water. Maybe she’s been knocked over the head and is experiencing some kind of hallucination. 

Chloe gathers her wits and manages to nod hastily, neck arching forward to meet Nadine halfway. 

They’re kissing just as the guards to round the corner. 

A second goes by, maybe two, but it’s enough time for Nadine to weave her fingers into Chloe’s hair and suck at her lip. Chloe can’t really unbutton the blazer and risk exposing the candlestick; all she can do is splay her fingers out to cup Nadine’s breasts. 

“Whoa, hey—Hey!” 

Chloe follows after Nadine when she pulls back before she remembers what’s happening. Then, she’s staring wide-eyed at the guards storming down the stairs and letting out her most convincing damsel-in-distress shriek. 

Nadine winces. Whoops. 

“You’re not supposed to be here,” says guard number one. He’s grimacing too. “Neither of you.”

“We—“ Nadine tries to say, but Chloe’s prodding at her front. “What?”

“Zip me up,” she demands, much too loud for a whisper, but too hushed to be anything else. “Come on. I’m so embarrassed. Oh my god.” 

The guards are both glaring now, and one of them has his hand on their radio. 

Chloe turns and lets Nadine pretend to zip her up. “If Irving sees us, we’re screwed six ways to Sunday.” 

“Cry or something,” Nadine hisses. 

“You think I can cry on command?” Chloe huffs. 

“Fix this. I said I’d blame you and—“

Chloe turns abruptly, crumpling her face into the look of someone on the verge of a breakdown. They should be familiar with it, what with all the talk of the bridezilla. “I’m so, so sorry. I just... We just... We—We really—“

The guards share a glance. “Uh.”

Nadine looks physically pained by where this is going, but she sucks it up and turns with an apologetic look. “So sorry, gentlemen.” 

Thankfully, the second guard cuts them off before Chloe can go off on a spiel about their fake yearlong secret romance. “Okay, okay. Stop. Just stay out of here. If you two cause any more trouble for us, we’re going to have to notify Mr. Irving.” 

“We won’t make a peep,” Chloe promises, shakily stepping away from Nadine. “It’s because, well...”

The first guard groans softly. “Look, ladies, just get out of here.” 

Nadine takes Chloe by the arm and gives the guards a strained smile as they swipe a card across the keypad, holding the door open. 

“Again, we’re really sorry,” Nadine says when they’re on the dance floor, turning to the annoyed guards. A closed door is all the response she gets, which is to be expected, but sheesh.

Chloe straightens up immediately and blows a breath out, fixing her hair. 

“Whew,” she says, skirting around the dance floor to the bathroom. Everyone’s seated now, but they blend in on the sides with the servers. “That could’ve gone better.” 

“Tell me about it,” Nadine mutters, wiping her lipstick off with the back of her hand. 

Checking her makeup in the mirror, Chloe wipes at the edges of her lips and adjusts the stray hairs over her face. She studies Nadine from the mirror. “Think you can ditch the blazer?” 

“Best not.” 

Nadine lets Chloe pry her hands from her face and clean the lipstick off for her. They’re awfully close. Fingers trail along Nadine’s chin, and she swipes a tongue across her bottom lip. 

Chloe inhales, sharply. “Nadine, love,” she murmurs. “You better not kiss me right now.” 

Eyebrows raised, she meets Chloe’s eyes. “Why not?” 

“I just fixed my bloody lipstick, for one,” Chloe says. 

The live band from the party is muffled by the door, adding that something to the atmosphere, and Nadine’s looking endlessly amused. Really, it would be a disservice not to kiss her, so Chloe does. 

Nadine’s mouth is warm and compliant under her’s, and this time Nadine takes care not to mess up her hair. It’s softer than the one in the hallway, more delicate. This is something more suited for a first kiss.

They part for a fleeting moment so Chloe can nudge Nadine into the wall by the sinks, and then they’re kissing again. She has no qualms with undoing Nadine’s blazer, slipping her hands over Nadine’s midriff with the candlestick resting on the back of her hand. 

“Someone’s keen,” she whispers into the space between their mouths after she pulls back a bit to grin. “Is that a candlestick in your pocket or—“ 

Nadine cuts her off with a scoff pressed to her mouth, scraping at Chloe’s lower lip with her teeth. 

She’s cupping Chloe’s cheeks, pressing in more, when there’s a slam and— “Oh, Christ!” 

Both of their heads snap to the door, to a gobsmacked Elena Fisher. 

“Come on, Elena,” Chloe says, miffed. “Close the door.” 

Elena does her one better by twisting the lock, too. Nadine only blinks and looks away, once again wiping her face. 

“We saw you guys come in here after getting caught and, well,” Elena stops there and ends up gesturing vaguely. 

Now, Nadine smirks. “Tell your husband that we win.” 

Chloe narrows her eyes at Elena’s purse. “Hey, can we fit a candlestick in that?”

“Sure.” Elena shrugs, letting Chloe have at it. It was expensive, but she’s never been too touchy about getting nice things dirty. “I’ve also got lipstick in there. Just saying. You know, if you needed.” 

There’s a pointed look along with that, and Chloe huffs out a laugh. 

Elena patiently waits for them to wrap up; it’s not much, just reapplication and stuffing the blazer into the bin. 

They leave the wedding before the ceremony even begins, barely eight in the evening. Chloe doesn’t think the bride will follow through and, honestly, good for her. 

With a butthurt Nate acting as a body pillow for Elena in the backseat, and Nadine riding shotgun as per usual, they hit the road back home. It’s an hour drive to Nate’s and thirty from there to the hotel they’re staying at, so they drop Nate and Elena off along the way. 

“That was fun,” Chloe says after they’ve parked. The candlestick sits in the cup holder between them. 

She nods. “It was.” 

Chloe turns to face Nadine. “We...” She bites her lip, frowns a little, and weighs the candlestick in her hand. “This’ll probably take us to Europe somewhere.” 

Nadine hums, not really caring, as long as there’s a payoff and they’re both alive to receive it. 

Neither of them says anything for a while. They’re secluded, and it only worsens the prickly sensation of another shoe about to drop.

It feels strange, even though they’ve been alone in many different cars in many different situations before. 

“Switch to a suite,” Nadine finally says. 

It’s out of nowhere and not exactly something that would woo Chloe’s socks off, but she grins anyway. Nadine notices and her eyes twinkle under the blue-ish parking lot lights, lips curving. “What?” 

“Oh, nothing,” Chloe says. “Don’t worry a thing, china.” 

Nadine clasps a hand to the back of Chloe’s neck and twists over the dashboard to kiss her.

Picture this: them, kissing in a parked car underneath a Marriott, hands against hot skin. The scene is something neither of them will forget. 

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Challenge 3

A/N: Heya! sorry for this being a tiny bit late. Thanks to @phaniecastello and @quinn-schreave for the RPs. mentions of @nathaniel-schreave, @mallory-schreave, and the Hot Misses. This is a shortie of 987 words. Once again, sorry for any mistakes. Enjoy!

I hear a knock on my door. Who could that be? None of my maids are here. Cant be Nate. Hm, maybe one of the Hot Misses. I pause my music and set down my book. I had to catch up on the mangas I'm reading.

I walk to the door and open it. “Oh hi Stephanie, wasn't it?” Why was she here?  Maybe Secret Santa?

She stands, smiling with one of her hands on her back. “Hello! Yup, that's my name,” she says with a chuckle.

I give a laugh. “Do you need anything?”

“Yes, actually, I-,” she frowns for a second, continuing to say, “Can I come in?”’

I open the door more while saying, “Totally! Come on in.”

“Thank you! So, I'm here to give you this,” She shows a small package. “I’m your Secret Santa,” she says with a grin.

“That's what I thought,” I laugh and take the package. “Thank you!”

“Yeah, sorry for all the awkward mystery,” She says with a chuckle. “Go ahead, open it!”

I open it up to see and ION Snap Cam. A kid back in Junior High had one of these that he carried around EVERYWHERE. “Holy crap, thanks, Phanie!” I say with a smile. “This will be perfect for around the palace!”

“I’m so glad you like it! I don't know much about photography, but I have seen you taking pics everywhere and that mustn't be comfortable to carry around, so this solves the problem.”

I laugh; “The camera is kind of hard to take around the palace everywhere so this will be perfect!”

“It also records video and it connects wireless to your social media and makes live streams and stuff, well I guess there's more about it in a manual, cause I try to memorize everything but I wouldn't trust my memory,” Phanie says scoffing a laugh (which was pretty obvious.)

“That's cool!”

She smiles saying, “I will leave you to it, then. Merry Christmas! See you downstairs at dinner.” She walks towards the door, pausing and turns around “love your dress, by the way.”

“Thanks! See you downstairs! Merry Christmas!” I say smiling and giving a small wave at the door. Phanie also smiles and waves.

I close the door going back to my bed. I set the camera and wrapping on the bed stand so I can set it up later. I returned to my book. I hear the door open. It was Anaïs, Felicity, and Belle. “Heya!”

“Hello Lady Misty, we need to do some cleaning in here. Would you mind heading down to the Women's Room please?” Anaïs says from the doorway to the bathroom. I look up from my book. “Yeah. I should probably go to the Women’s Room anyway,” I say with a laugh. I grab my phone, earbuds and place it in a clutch. I continue to read my book, walking out the door.

I hear footsteps behind me but I wasn't bothered by it. “It’s dangerous to read and walk at the same time y’know,” a voice says. I look up and turn around. “I know, I just tend to do it,”I say with a laugh. “Your Princess Quinn, right?”

She gives a nod. “That's me. And you are?”

“Misty, the selected from Waverly.”

Quinn extends her hand toward me. Nice to meet you.”

I shake her hand. “Nice to meet you too!”

“So have you enjoyed your stay?”

“Very much so! Yall have great staff and such a nice place! I'm guessing it's weird having like 30 girls dating your brother?”

“Its funny, I didn't think he could get one.”

I laugh, “Well you would be surprised how many girls would DIE to be married to Prince Nate, let alone be in his Selection.”

“Then they meet him,” she teased.

“I guess so,” I say with a laugh. “You would not believe how much tension there was when I found out I was a selected. I was in public when I found out,”I say, laughing while I recalled that day at archery.

“What happened?” Quinn asks.

“I was at archery, and we had the report streaming in the back, and when I heard my name called, all the eyes were on me. You could see the jealousy in the other girl's eyes.”

“Did you hit them with an arrow?”

“I hit the wooden board under the target with an arrow,” I say with a laugh. Thank god that arrow was ok.

“My sister would have totally aimed at those girls.”

Well, she only has one other sister so I'm pretty sure she's talking about Mal. “I bet Princess Mallory would do that based on the encounters I've heard about,” I say with a laugh. “Have you tried any sports that interested you?”

“Oh god, no. I'm super uncoordinated.”

I give a small laugh; “You do need to be coordinated for sports. Well, i better be getting on my way. See you around!” I smile and continue to walk to the Women’s Room. I give a small wave when Quinn says, “Nice meeting you!”

I turn around for a second. “You too!” And I continue to walk, still looking at my book.

——

“No, no, no, this cant be finished,” I say quietly in order not to disturb the others. I stared at the cover of my manga, Attack On Titan volume 23. I checked my phone for the date. Ugh, I have to wait till April till it comes out in English. I have an urge to rant to my self but I don't. I pause my music placing everything in my clutch.

I open the door to my room to see my maids sewing. I should probably be getting ready for dinner. “Anaïs, could you do my hair like you did it a couple days ago?” She did a half up, half down with french braids. I sigh before picking out a dress.

[delilahmidnight]

Annalise really is the Murder Mom omg. Shes going to protect them of course....but Connor has to be polite about it first

Laurel baby :( she so doesn't want to believe the guy she fell for is a fucking murderer Oh my poor sweetie baby! She reverts to Spanish when shes upset my chhoti bean and she gets impulsive(ly generous--remember her offering to take the trophy back after sam died?)

Annie actually being concerned about laurels whereabouts

I would die for bonnie tbqh. When she says "do you trust me?" Id literally jump off a cliff for her. Shes taking such good care of asher and protecting him as best she can, even after everything hes done

laurel really likes her lollipops huh

Look im positive that bonnie has loved Annie since they first met but the weird tension between her and sam needs to be explained--is it just transferrance?

“WE COULD STOP, LET IT ALL BURN” ?????????????????? BONNIE THATS SOME GAY SHIT Annie talking about how motherhood is the worst experience of her life, to bonnie, who knew her the only time she carried a baby to term

BABY MINE NO DONT CRY SWEETLING PLS OH GOD MY DARLING GIRL But why is she giving asher up tho? Is it bc she doesn't wanna get too attached in case it all goes to hell? Is it still bc of the tiffany thing? Or bc she cant be the same person to him after what annie showed him about her?

SADKEY MY SADKEY MY SADKEY SHE REALLY HATES HERSELF SO MUCH BC SHE FOUGHT SO HARD TO BE BETTER THAN HER DAD AND SHE THINKS SHE ENDED UP JUST LIKE HIM EVEN THO SHES DONE SO MUCH GOOD FOR EVERYONE UGH KILL ME

just for the record I don't ship wes and laurel at all

nate and annie, on the other hand, would be a gorgeous couple

ANNIE LOOKS SO FUCKING GODDAMN GOOD IN THAT AQUAMARINE DRESS HOLY JESUS Annie smiling at asher being a completely dumbass lmao

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The Black Mask Club was packed, like most nights Laurel sang. Roman, the club’s proprietor, had taken quite the liking to her. He even called her his ‘little bird’ or his “songbird.” It might’ve even been sweet if it wasn’t so off-putting. She was well aware of Roman and the club’s ties to the Genovese crime family. Which was precisely why she started performing there to begin with. What she hadn’t expected was for him to grow so fond of her. His right-hand man had a penchant for peeling faces; that wasn’t exactly in Laurel’s wheelhouse.

Stepping off of the stage and out of the spotlight, Laurel spotted Roman by the bar, cheering the loudest for her. As per usual. He returned his attention back to whoever he had been talking to. Blue eyes lit up as they landed on Laurel’s green, capturing her attention.

“Little Bird, come, come,” Roman beckoned, grinning at her over the shoulder of the man he was talking to. Doing as she was told, Laurel approached Roman’s side, letting him gently wrap his arm around her waist, tugging her into him. And she certainly didn’t expect to come face-to-face with the one man she couldn’t get out of her head.  

“Nate! This is the beautiful songbird I’ve been raving about. Of course. Isn’t she phenomenal?” Breaking Laurel out of her reverie, she heard Roman doing what he could to introduce his songbird to the doctor. Unaware that they had already been well acquainted. “It has been far too long since he’s had a night out,” her employer told her before leaning over to whisper in her ear, “give him a warm welcome, little bird, alright?” Lips brushed the shell of her ear sending a shiver down her spine before pulling away.

“You must be very busy; is there a special occasion for this outing? You don’t look like you just stumbled in off the street.” Laurel asked with a raised brow, getting a good look at how well-dressed Nate was. Anything would be an upgrade from the white coat and scrubs. But he really did look like he fit in at this upscale club.

-

Nate had been working non-stop for almost 48 hours straight until it was time to go home. Twenty-four hours later, he had found himself donning a nice suit he hadn’t worn for some time and heading towards The Black Mask.  He hadn’t frequented the club often, opting for the quieter bar near the hospital where his good friend, Landon, bartends. Tonight, though. Tonight Nate wanted to enjoy free drinks with a crowd. 

Of course his presence meant the annoying Roman has to show his face and break Nate’s wish of enjoying himself. The man could talk his ears off. He had stitched Roman up when someone had slashed him with a broken bottle. A deal had gone sideways in another room of the club while he was there checking up on Genovese himself. Nate was basically acting on selective hearing as the man yapped about some songbird of his. The singer was good, better than good. It couldn’t hurt just to peep at her face right? What caught him off-guard was the singer who was performing on its stage tonight. He didn’t break their eye contact when Laurel approached. 

“Old friends nagged at me to have fun in my thirties while I still can,” Nate quipped, shrugging as he watched Roman move away from them. “So here I am,” he gestured to his frame, sighing. He couldn’t help but tease. “Never thought I’d see you outside of the ER, songbird,” Nate remarked with a small smirk playing on his lips. “Actually, it’s good not seeing you all bloodied and needing an IV. Refreshing.”  Nate sipped on his drink, eyeing her. “I think you never told me you’re a singer,” he continued, canting his head. “You never struck me as one either so, you can imagine my surprise. How long have you been singing at this club? Roman is absolutely obsessed.” He chuckled, shaking his head. Nate couldn’t help but wonder if she knew what Roman and his associates were tied in - Nate included.