#and yes I KNOW my eyebrows are 50 shades of messed up its on my list ok

[spacebabe51]

Treasured mutuals help me decided whether to keep my bangs or grow them out bc they're at a super awkward length rn 🙏🙏

#my face ew #spacetxt #and yes I KNOW my eyebrows are 50 shades of messed up its on my list ok

[americasass91]

Elevator Dings

So I I’ve never done anything like this before. It’s the first thing I’ve written probably since high school. All of the wonderful writers I follow on here inspired me. And when I saw @jtargaryen18 post about #30daysofChris I decided to give it a shot! It might completely suck and that’s ok. I had a whole lot of fun going out of my comfort zone and writing it! This beautiful man above also inspired me. Enjoy!

Rating:probably Mature

Warnings: some smut, language, embarrassment, and fluff

Pairing: SteveXReader

Length: 2.4k

You were finally able to relax after the week from hell. Being an Avenger was rewarding, but exhausting. It seemed like every time you got back from a mission; you’d be sent off to another one right away. So, this day off was rare and you were going to enjoy it dammit.

The compound was relatively empty for once so you were going to take over the living room and binge watch all the 50 Shades of Grey movies since you still had yet to see them. You loved the books so you were excited to finally be watching the films.

You pop some popcorn and poor yourself a glass of red wine and grab the softest, fluffiest blanket you can find and get settled on the couch. Just as you were about to press play on the first movie, you hear footsteps coming up behind you.

“Oh, hey Y/N. I thought you went out with everyone else?” Steve says as he plops down beside you and grabs some popcorn. “No, I really wanted to stay in this evening and just have some time to myself.” You say sweetly hoping he’ll get the hint that you want to be alone. Sure, you liked Steve and he was pretty to look at but sometimes you just wanted to be alone you know?

“Yeah same here, that’s why I didn’t go out. What are you watching?” He asks while stealing some of your blanket to drape over his insanely long, thick legs. You internally shrug and figure it won’t be that bad if Steve joins you in your binging. “The 50 Shades of Grey movies. Have you seen them?” you ask looking over at him as you press play. He looks back over at you with his brows furrowed. “Are those the ones about sex all the women were going crazy over a few years back?” he asks while stealing more of your popcorn. “Yep, I read all the books but never had a chance to watch all the movies. You are welcome to stay and watch them, unless they’d make you too uncomfortable.” You sincerely tell him as your gaze fixes on the screen. “Why do you assume they’d make me uncomfortable? Because I don’t seem to have as much experience as everyone else in that department?” he asks, teasing you.

You can feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “God, no that’s not what I mean at all! I just know some people aren’t comfortable with sex and movies about it that’s all.” You say as your curious mind starts to wonder just how much experience he has. “I know Y/N, I’m just messing with you.” He says as he reaches over to ruffle your hair. You have to admit his touch, even though brief, felt nice. You settle back into the couch and pull the blanket a little further up your body. You glance over at Steve from the corner of your eye and just take a moment to realize how truly handsome he is.

Sure, you’ve always thought Steve was attractive but you’ve never thought of him as more than a friend. But now as you look at him you can’t help but wonder what he’d feel like on top of you, pressing you down into the couch with his lips attached to your neck while you ran your fingers through his blonde hair. You’d wrap your legs around his trim waist and pull him even close-

��Y/N? you ok? You look a little flushed.” Steve snaps you out of your daydream. You turn to look at him and realize he had scooted closer to you. You lick your lips and watch as his eyes drift down towards the movement. Your breath catches as he looks back up into your eyes and asks, “Y/N? Would it be ok if I kissed you?” Your mouth processes your response a lot faster than your brain because the next thing you hear yourself utter is, “Yes.”

He lifts his hand and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and slowly leans in. He stops when he’s almost there and you realize he’s waiting for you to come the rest of the way, giving you a chance to change your mind. You grab onto his arm and lean the rest of the way in and softly brush your lips over his. The feeling is absolute heaven. His lips move against yours perfectly. Like they were made for you. He backs away and looks into your eyes, “Wow” is all he can say.

You decided you haven’t had enough and grab the back of his neck and pull him in for another kiss. This one more passionate than the last. You hear him moan into the kiss as your fingers make their way into his hair and give a little tug. He moves his hands down to your waist to pull you in even closer as his tongue dances across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You happily oblige and touch your tongue against his making him groan into the kiss.

He pulls you away again while panting heavily and says, “I want you. Please tell me you want me too?” Well the feeling was definitely mutual on your end. So, you push him against the back of the couch and straddle him and throw your arms around his neck. “I want you, too.” You say as you lean down to kiss him again. Right before your lips touch, he says “Yeah? What do you want from me baby?”

“All of you, Steve. Please.” You say as you go to try to kiss him again. He pulls back and you groan in frustration. “Patience honey, I just need to hear exactly what you want. Tell me, Y/N.” He says in a little firmer tone. You can feel his erection pressing into you and you try to start grinding your hips but he grabs them to stop you and looks at you expectantly with one eyebrow raised.

“God, I want you to fuck me Steve. Please.” You all but yell at him. “That’s all I needed to hear’” he says as he starts attacking your neck with his mouth as one of his hands moves its way to your ass kneading the flesh and making you groan. The other hand makes its way inside your shirt and towards your breasts. Thank god you decided not to wear a bra. He pinches your nipple between his fingers making you squeal in pleasure. He pushes his hardness up into your core and makes you moan as you start slowly rocking against him.

You can feel how embarrassingly wet you are. You start moving your right hand down his torso, enjoying feeling his muscles flex under your touch. You move your hand and palm his impressive bulge through his jeans and squeeze just the slightest bit. He grunts in response and jerks his hips up into your hand."Fuck Y/N, what are you doing to me?" He asks looking into your lust blown eyes that mirror his own.

You smirk and tug his hair enough to move his head to the side. You bring your lips to his ear and whisper seductively, "Just teasing you, Captain. What's wrong? Don't you like my hand on your cock?" He growls in response and pushes you until you are now underneath him on the couch. "Maybe we'll see how you like it sweetheart." he mumbles as he starts by kissing and biting at your neck.

It takes him no time at all to find your sweet spot. You whimper when he sucks harder on that spot and start yanking on his shirt, signaling you want it off. He ignores your efforts and starts grinding his hips against yours, creating the sweetest friction. You start to feel his hand move down your body, squeezing every bit of flesh on the way down. He's almost to where you need him most when he stops and starts playing with the hem of the pajama shorts you have on.

Meanwhile his other hand moves towards your other breast to give it attention. His mouth continues assaulting your neck with kisses and love bites. You know you'll definitely have marks tomorrow but you could care less right now with this beautiful super soldier on top of you. "Steve, please stop teasing me. I need you." you utter in what you know is a desperate voice. You can feel your pussy throbbing with need.

"What do you want baby? Tell me, tell your Captain what you want." He whispers huskily in your ear. "Your hands, Captain, I need your hands on me." you say as you grab his hand to lower towards your awaiting center. "My hands are on you sweet girl." Steve says as he moves to the other side of your neck. "Where do you want my hands Y/N? I won't know unless you tell me." You start to realize Steve wants you to tell him exactly what you want so you grab his face and move it back so your eyes can meet his. "I want you to fuck me with your fingers and suck my clit into that pretty mouth of yours.”

You can feel the shiver that runs throughout his body at your words. “Fuck, baby.” He whispers as he slowly slides down your body. He gets settled in between your legs and starts rubbing you through your shorts. You slowly start grinding against his hand a little harder, pulling his golden locks through your fingers. He moves his hand to the waistband of your shorts and starts pulling them down as slow as possible. 

Before he can get them to your knees he abruptly halts and looks towards the hallway. Before you even have time to ask what’s wrong Steve puts your shorts back in place and pulls you into a sitting position and throws the blanket over the both of you. “Um, Steve? I know you don’t have the most experience with sex but that’s not all that it entails.” You say kind of frustrated as you scoot a little away from him.

Right as you were about to say something else you hear it. The elevator dings, announcing someone was coming up. You turn around and watch as Tony, Bucky, Sam, and Nat come off the elevator and seeing you, come your way. “So the club sucked.” Tony announces as he heads towards the fridge. “Yeah so we decided to come back and hang out with you guys.” Sam says as he comes and grabs a handful of popcorn while sitting down next to Steve. You continue staring at the screen knowing if you make eye contact with anyone your face will go red.

“Are you guys watching 50 shades?” Nat asks as she sits beside you on the couch. “Isn’t that movie against Capsicle’s code of conduct or something?” Tony asks as he too comes and takes some popcorn. “I’m 96, I’m not dead Tony.” Steve utters as he rolls his eyes while avoiding eye contact with you. Bucky just stands there eyeing you two suspiciously. He rakes his eyes over you, at your disheveled appearance. Then over to Steve and noticing his flushed cheeks and rapid breathing.

“Oh my god!” He exclaims pointing at you two. Everyone snaps their heads in yours and Steve’s direction. “They were totally fucking on the couch before we got here!” He says with a smirk as he watches your eyes go wide. “No we weren’t!” “You guys interrupted us!” You both exclaim at the same time. You look at him wide eyed. “Steve! They didn’t need to know that!” You say as you slap his arm.

Bucky just stares at you triumphantly for being right. Nat smirks at you as she wriggles her eyebrows in your direction. Sam holds his fist out for Steve who just shakes his head no. Tony looks from you to Steve with an odd expression on his face. “I don’t know whether to be proud that the old man was finally getting some, or disgusted it was on this brand new couch! Seriously guys we all sit here!”

“And I’m going to bed. Thank you everyone for officially making this awkward and super mortifying.” You say as you get up and walk toward the elevator. “Doll, do you expect any less from us?” Bucky asks as he chuckles at you. You throw up your middle finger as you step on the elevator causing the gang to lose it. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand comes in between and stops them. They open up to reveal the beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed man taking up your thoughts.

He walks in and stands next to you with his hands in his pockets suddenly shy. For a minute you think you’re going to spend the whole ride in silence when he speaks up. “So, um, sorry about that back there. I don’t know what came over me.” He says as he rubs the back of his neck. “Oh, no worries. Guess we kind of got caught up in the moment.” You offer a kind smile, but inside you feel a little disappointed thinking he regretted what happened. “I usually like to date a girl for awhile before anything intimate happens. I guess you just bring it out in me.” He smirks as he moves to stand in front of you.

Looking up into his eyes you see nothing but kindness with a hint of playfulness. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me one night this week Y/N?” He asks nervously, praying you’ll say yes. You smile at him and grab his bicep and give a little squeeze. “I would absolutely love that Steve” He just smiles back at you and wraps his arms around your waist and leans in just enough that his lips brush yours. You smile wide and lean the rest of the way in while wrapping your arms around his neck and give him the sweetest kiss. 

The doors open on your floor and you reluctantly pull away from Steve. “This is my stop soldier.” You say smiling up at him. “I’d ask you back to my room but I’d really like to do this right and see where it goes. You’re worth the wait.” He says as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You blush and start heading towards your door, suddenly glad you got interrupted by an elevator ding.

#30daysofchris2020 #steve rogers smut #steve rogers #steve rodgers x reader #captain america #chris evans #chris evans smut #it probably sucks #Cici91 writes

[spartanxhunterx]

Bug And Shell(d): The Bubbler.

Normally Nino was excited for birthdays, between him, Kim and Marinette they were often a blast or at least memorable.

Today, however, was Adrien's birthday and Nino was a little afraid on how to proceed, just slightly really.

He'd only known Adrien for all of a few weeks and he felt like he didn't know much about his new bro-friend.

So he had decided to pick out a gift based on a little something that he did know about him. That was wrapped up in the box.

For now though, Nino's attention was drawn to the other item that had arrived with it. All very last minute but he didn't care. Opening the packaging he pulled out his brand new wireless headphones, gone was the plain orange and black colour scheme.

His new ones were custom designed with the outside of each ear piece looking like Carapace's shield, the inside was a dark green much like the darker shade on his costume and the head band came with a soft plush cushion of the same colour.

Overall, not bad and he could always claim it was his way in supporting the heroes, even if he looked a little biased towards his own alter-ego.

As long as their wasn't any harm, then there would be no foul.

 "I'm not as caught up with technology as I probably should be." Wayzz stated as he flew around the headphones, inspecting them. "But I'd imagine these won't last forever, power wise at least."

 " No they won't, " Nino picked up the headphones before pointing to a small cover, opening it to reveal the ports for wires. "That's why these are here, so I can re-charge it and not worry about power."

 he placed them on his neck, feeling a little tension fall out of him at feeling the weight on his neck. He'd gotten slightly stir crazy without his last pair, which he had broken helping that old gentleman, he had almost been tempted to break out the old-old headphones that he kept locked away.

 "That's better, come on dude." He opened up his jacket and waited for Wayzz to fly into the inner pocket. Picking up the wrapped present he tucked it under his arm before he left his room, messing up Chris' hair as he walked past him he called his goodbye as he shut the door.

-

 "Here you go dude." Nino placed the slightly haphazardly wrapped present in front of Adrien before he swung around the table to sit in his seat. "Happy birthday dude."

 " Oh, " seeing that look of genuine surprise on Adrien's face made this worth it, seeing the real excitement as his hands rested on top of the box before he turned to him. "Thanks Nino, you didn't have to do this you know."

 " I know. " Nino leaned back slightly. "I wanted to, you're my buddy after all."

 He leaned forwards, arm leaning against table. "Besides what friend would I be if I didn't celebrate my buddies birthday?" Holding up a hand to cut off Adrien's protesting he pointed to the gift. " Now are you going to sit there all day? Or open your present? We gotta get it done before miss Bustier gets in here. "

Nino watched as Adrien gave in, fingers carefully peeling back the paper as he tried so, so hard to not tear the paper.

Nino was patient though and let Adrien open it in his own time. By the time he was done the standard red paper was half torn off, half preserved and left all over their desk. Not that he minded though.

He saw Adrien peer into the clear plastic, seeing the Ladybug themed wireless headphones that were the same model as his.

It felt a little cheap or unoriginal but when the headphones came with a '50% for a second pair' deal he couldn't not capitalise on that. Besides, now he could also make the argument that they symbolized their friendship as they both had a single set of the pair.

 "100% accurate, Ladybug themed headphones dude. How's that for a B-Day present?"

 "Its... Wow, thanks Nino, I don't know what to say."

Slinging his arm over his shoulder he pulled Adrien into a side hug. "Its cool dude, Don't need to say anything," He smiled at him, getting one in return. "Say, why don't I throw you a party?"

That made Adrien's face drop slightly and Nino's own smile dropped as well.

"I don't know Nino... My father... I don't think he'd allow it."

Nino was about to respond, however, Both Marinette and Miss Bustier had entered the room. Marinette handed a wrapped gift to Adrien as she past him. "Happy birthday Adrien."

" Thanks Marinette. "

Before Bustier could get on their cases about the mess Nino scooped up the torn paper before depositing that into the trash bin as Adrien slipped the gifts into his bag.

 "Alright class, hope you've settled down now. Cause its time we get started."

-

 " Come on man, it's your B-day, Insists. " putting away his tube of bubble mix Nino wrapped his arm around Adrien's shoulder, leaning himself closer to him. "You know what? I'm gonna have a conversation with your pops."

 "Don't waste your time, he's not going to change his mind." Nino shook his head. His best bud wasn't going to go without a birthday party, not if he could help it.

 "Adrien, dude, I promise you, I will get your father to let you have a birthday party. I promise."

 Adrien turned to him, about to respond but was interrupted by Chloé, who had come running from behind them and latched onto him in a sort of awkward hug.

"Adrikins! Happy birthday!" She pulled back and Nino caught onto the genuine smile she seemed to give him. Perhaps Nino was imagining things but he was sure Chloé had been smiling more ever since Adrien had started going to school. It was subtle, but he could see it.

Perhaps her friendship with Adrien meant more to her then people realised.

 "Anyway. I ordered something special for you for your birthday, it should be there by this afternoon... Provided the moving guys aren't lazy or anything."

 " Thanks Chloé, I'm sure I'll enjoy it. " A cars horn went off several times and the trio turned towards Adrien's limo as it pulled up. "Anyway, I gotta go, Photo shoot."

Nino's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "On your birthday? Not cool dude."

The two of them watched as he walked to the car and Nino adjusted his hat so it wasn't loose. "Looks like I've got some business to take care of with Adrien's old man."

"You. Speak with Gabriel? Don't make me laugh Lahiffe, Gabriel would never waste his time with you."

He shrugged at the blonde girl, a small smile etching onto his face. "So? I thought you of all people would have been thrilled that someone was trying to give Adrien a B-Day party. "

 "I'm just saying it how it is." Chloé spoke as she examined her nails. "Uncle Gabe is very stubborn and set in his ways. So don't come crying to me when you can't do anything."

 "I'll keep that in mind... Cosplay."

 " Hey! "

-

Standing in front of Adrien's house made Nino feel slightly inadequate and nervous. Here he was, outside his buddy's house that looked big enough to house his family, cousins and other distant relatives and still have empty space inside.

Given that it was only Adrien, his dad and several staff, he could understand why Adrien was so keen on getting out of the house. It must have been terribly quiet.

Stil, he resolved his nerves and pressed the button on the intercom as Wayzz nestled into the crook between the headphones and the back of his neck for his comfort, yet out of the way of prying eyes.

He was not, however, expecting to have a large camera come out of the wall and nearly smack him in the face.

"Yes? How may I help you? "

Must've been some fancy camera.

 "Uhh... I'm Nino..." He spoke slowly, confusion clear in his voice. "I'm a friend of Adrien's and I was hoping to speak with his father regarding his birthday."

With each passing moment that was silent Nino grew more uncomfortable.

"Please wait, I'll be out there to guide you in a moment. "

within a minute the gates pulled back open and he could see someone walking towards him, he stepped several steps forwards until the two of them met.

"Come with me. Mr. Agreste will see you but only for a moment, he is a busy man."

Ah, this must have been his assistant. Nathalie, if he remembered correctly from when Adrien would take about his home.

The two of them stepped into the front door and Nino's hands shot into his jackets pockets and his hand fiddled with the bottle of bubble mix that was in there. He could feel Wayzz wiggling his way down his top and had to tense to not squirm in front of Nathalie.

Hqer head turned to him with one eyebrow raised but she didn't say anything.

"Nervous. Just a little."

She nodded before peering at her tablet before looking back up at him.

" Mr. Agreste will be here in a moment. "

Great... Just Great. He brought out his tube of bubble mix before unscrewing the cap, his hands fiddled with it as he waited, not spilling a drop.

Even though he knew they could most certainly afford to have to pay someone to clean it up.

Was it him or did the house feel cold?

"Adrien's not home yet." The sharp voice of the man of the house brought his attention to the top of the stairs, his hands freezing in place as he was dragged out of his thoughts.

He suppressed a shiver as he looked Mr. Agreste in the eye, he could feel no warmth coming from those eyes, not like what he saw when he looked in his mother's eyes.

Closing the cap of the tube he swallowed down his fear. "No I know du-Sir. I came to speak with you, actually."

" Me? " There was a shift in his posture that Nino couldn't place and the raise of an eyebrow that made him worry.

"Yes, I came to ask about giving Adrien a party du-Sir, it's his first birthday with some real friends and I think he really deserves to hav-"

" No. " Nino blinked at his cold voice, causing him to stop mid-sentence. "Adrien is my son, and I say what is best for him."

Somehow his eyes grew colder and Nino had to fight to not cringe away. None of the those present in the room noticed as Adrien slipped in behind them.

"Du-Sir. Adrien has been working really hard lately." Slowly Nino extending his fingers as he started his list. "Piano, Photo shoots, fencing, Chinese. I think it's only fair that he gets one day to enjoy himself. "

"Nino?" He turned to his side seeing Adrien next him. " You're here? "

Wrapping his arm around Adrien's shoulders he pulled him closer before before bumping his fist to his shoulder. "Of course, you're my buddy."

" You know what young man? " Looking back up the stairs Nino grew hopeful, maybe he had gotten through to him. "I've just decided that you're a bad influence on my son." Both boys eyes widened at that, Nino's hands tightening around his bubble tube. "In fact, you are no longer welcome in my house ever again, leave."

" Father. " Adrien called out, pulling away from Nino but Gabriel didn't listen as he turned and walked to his study, adjusting his tie as he went.

Nathalie stepped in front of Nino before he could try to follow. "Goodbye."

Eyes darting between between her and Adrien, he took a deep breath in before turning and walking out.

Adrien caught up to him after he was a few steps out and stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder. "Nino, I'm sorry, my father is stubborn... Thanks for trying though. "

"Its not fair Adrien..." Nino struggled to form his words as he gestured to Adrien, as if he could convey his thoughts that way. "Its totally not cool dude. "

Pulling his strap up his shoulder he turned and stalked away, he could feel Wayzz moving up his jacket again and he simply tapped where he was gently.

-

Plopping himself down on the park bench he pulled out his tube of bubble before taking the wand out and blowing a few bubbles out into the air.

"That dude it straight up not cool."

He switched forwards before resting his elbows on his knees. Trying to regulate his breathing and calm himself down, it wouldn't do to stay in a bad mood.

"But dad!" His eyes shot up, landing on the child who was trying, and failing, to break out of his father's grip.

"No Son, it's not playtime, you've got chores to do." He watched as the boy was taken out of the park before blowing a sharp breath out of his nose.

"Why have parents got to ruin everything man?"

Feeling Wayzz moving around again he opened his jacket enough to let him pop his head out. He didn't want to make him feel like he was trapped, not in the way Adrien was.

"You agree with me right little dude?" He turned his head away as he shook it. " I mean, we're kids, we should be allowed to have fun and be ourselves. "

"While I agree, I must say kids need adults, to guide them through life." Nino didn't stop him from floating out of his jacket, just a little in front of him as he started to look around. "But please calm down, being angry won't solve anything."

"Maybe not but I'm just so... Ugh, " he kicked his leg out at the grass, watching as it bounced back into place with ease.

"Please. Master, copy me. Deep breaths, in and out, copy me."

Nino turned to him, missing the pleading expression Wayzz was giving him before he groaned and rubbed his hand down his face. "You don't need to call me that dude, it's not necessary."

Today had been going so great until now and he couldn't help but feel like it was his fault.

He jerked slightly as Wayzz thumped against his temple. " Nino. Akuma. " The words spoken in his ear caused his head to jerk up, eyes widening as they landed on the black butterfly that was making a direct path to him.

"Woah!" He threw himself off the bench, before backing away from the butterfly without letting it out of his sights.

Why was an Akuma after him? He had a miraculous. Didn't they grant him immunity to being akumatised?

He grunted as his foot hit a upsticking root of a tree and he fell flat on his butt. His eyes darted back and forth as he tried to find some way out of this situation, his arms pushed against the ground as he tried to back away.

"Think happy thoughts!" Wayzz fluttered around him, trying to be both encouraging and hidden. "It can't get you if you're happy."

Happy thoughts? What was his most recent happy thought? Seeing Adrien happy this morning? Maybe Marinette's smile? that made him happy.

He could tell it wasn't working as the Akuma grew closer, his eyes darted to the tube in his hand and he threw it at the butterfly without thinking. As it made contact it sunk into it, leaving it to go a horrid grey colour.

"Ohh... That was close dude. Sorry about that." He kept his eye on it as he fell back to lay down on his back, just in case it came out on his own.

Wayzz landed on his shoulder before patting his check. " it's my fault, I should have warned you sooner, you're not immune to the Akuma's, I should have told you. "

Rubbing his head, Nino gave a slight huff. "Not your fault, I shouldn't have assumed." He sat up pulled Wayzz into the crook of his neck and gave him a one handed hug. "What are we gonna do about that?"

"We need to get Ladybug, then we release the Akuma and she can purify it. Don't touch it. "

 He nodded as he began to stand. Eyes looking around to find the closest place to transform. He didn't want to leave the Akuma unattended for long.

 "No!" His attention was drawn to the centre of the park, the boy from earlier was back and it looked like he was out for round two.

He watched as the boy ducked and weaved around people, doing his best to avoid his father. It looked like he really intended to stay at the park for as long as he wanted.

Which, now that he was looking at it more calmly, didn't look as good as it did before. He Could just imagine himself and Chris in that situation... It wasn't good.

Feeling Wayzz tugging at his clothes he was about to turn away before he saw the kid catch sight of the tube of Bubble mix. His eyes widened as he saw the kid make a break for it, no doubt thinking it was nothing more then bubbles.

"No, Kid! Don't! " Despite trying to run to it first, he had thrown it a good distance and had neglected to move closer in case the Akuma sprung out of it.

He, unfortunately, wasn't fast enough as the kid had picked it up before he could stop him. Hawkmoths symbol appeared over his eyes and Nino could see the discoloration that occurred around his eyes.

 "Kid!" he Stopped before him, hands hesitating to reach for the akumatised object, in case it somehow affect him too. " Don't listen to him kid, he won't help you. "

The boys father stopped not that far from him, seemingly hesitating to come closer. Nino grew hopeful when the boys eyes looked towards him and not spaced out, maybe he did get through to him.

"Yes... Hawkmoth." Oh Speakers, Hats and tables that was not good.

 The dark bubbles clouded around him and Nino scrambled to get a few feet back. As the bubbles peeled away he caught sight of the Akuma's form. And... ugh, it was going to make him sick just looking at it.

The boy now looked like a cartoon character, his top half was a bright red colour while his arms where a solid black, small 'bubbles' were sat around his joints and his legs were the same. He looked entirely like he was made out of plastic.

"Jason?" His father seemed to snap out of his stupor, stepping closer to his son. Nino was torn between running off to transform and staying to try to convince him to hand him the Akuma.

The akuma, Jason, turned his head towards the man with a frown on his face. "My name's not Jason." Quick as anything the boy raised his wrist and Nino saw what looked like a water gun strapped to his wrist , a small tube lead back to a tube looked backpack on his back. "Its bubble boy!"

In an instant a large bubble shot out and captured the man within it, turning it from its original purple to a sharp green, as the man floated up Nino decided that was his moment to finally get away.

-

The sound of an explosion caused Marinette to stumble off her chair with a scream, her dinner going flying, her mother jumped from the noise too.

scrambling to the window she could see both Carapace and an Akuma fighting it out.

"I... ugh, I'm going to my room! To hide!" Marinette scrambled up to her room, not giving her mother a second glance. Said woman stared after her daughter in confusion before closing the shutters on the window, just to be safe.

-

Carapace dodged to the side as another burst of bubbles shot past him, the park had long since vacated she to the Akuma and now it was just him and said Akuma.

"Listen to me kid! This isn't the way. This isn't solving anything, just causing more problems."

The akuma screamed at him, much in the same was all kids did when they were angry before pointing his bubble gum at him. "It's bubble boy! And I say it's playtime, Forever! "

Bubble boy fired off three massive bubbles towards him, two red and one purple. He knew he could deflect the red ones but he also couldn't touch the purple one without getting caught in it. He also would have time to deflect the red ones of he avoided the purple one.

He was about to cast Shell-ter when he felt something wrap around his torso. He was quickly yanked up and over the Akuma, at the peak of his impromptu swing he caught ladybugs eyes from where she was flying before he landed to a skidding halt well behind the Akuma.

"Just as a serious question. Is this going to become a regular thing with you? "

Fluttering down next to him, Ladybug let her yo-yo hang limply. "You're my partner, of course I'm going to protect you."

 "Yeah, but that's my job." He muttered quietly before taking his shield off his back and holding it in front of him. " Be careful of his bubbles, red explodes, purple captures you and they're unbreakable. He's already sent someone high up with one. Akuma's either in the bubble gun or in the backpack. "

 "Right," She nodded, eyes squinting at the Akuma . "Then let's get this done before I'm missed."

 Spinning her Yo-Yo into the air she called out- "Lucky Charm!" - The ladybugs swarmed around each other into the air and came together to form A- "Skipping rope? How's this going to help?"

 "He did say that he wanted playtime to last forever."

Ladybug nodded as she looked around, her nose scrunched up in thought. " Right I got it, " She tossed one end of the rope to him, which he caught. "You ever tie yourself up?"

Catching her meaning he nodded before he brought up his shield, the rope handle in his other hand. "Right, ready?" Receiving a nod he ran forwards, Ladybug floating just behind him.

 "You won't stop me!" Bubble Boy raised his hand at them, a large red bubble forming at the end of the bubble gun. "It will be Playtime!" He launched the Bubble and it shot towards them with speed.

 "Shell-ter! " A small semi-circular shield formed around his shield, protecting their front halves and allowed them to keep moving without removing it.

The bubble hit dead on, causing it to explode against it, the force caused his arm to real back. Instead of fighting against it he let himself be spun, throwing the shield once he was fully turned around again.

it flew through the air until it sailed right past the kids head, causing him to flinch in surprise.

Taking advantage of the momentary distraction Carapace slid to the boys left while Ladybug flew past his right, as soon as both of them passed by his shoulders they turned to loop behind him.

Carapace ended up on his right, while Ladybug was on this left, the skipping rope was looped around his chest and arms, loose.

 "Now!" Both of them pulled, tightening the rope just enough to pin his arms down. Slowly Carapace wrapped his side of the rope around his arm as he moved closer.

Grabbing the Akumatised object he carefully removed it from the boy before violently tossing it towards his returning shield, where it shattered on impact and released the butterfly within. Ladybug released her end of the rope to capture it and purify it.

Carapace relaxed slightly as the boy when more limp in his arms as his Akuma form was stripped away from him. He carefully pulled the skipping rope away before throwing it to Ladybug And pointing upwards. The boys father was still up there after all.

"Miraculous Ladybug!"

 There wasn't nearly as many magical Ladybugs as before, given the lack of damage, but Nino knew he would never tire of seeing them swarm the area.

 "Jason!" And there was the boys father, Nino released the boy and both of them collided into each other in a hug. He couldn't help but smile at the sight. What had he been thinking when he was groaning about the adults earlier?

The ringing of their miraculous brought him out of his trance and he turned to Ladybug as she began to hover slightly. "Not to charm and dash but I've gotta go."

" Bug wait! " He reached out and grabbed her wrost, stopping her from flying away for just a moment. "We need to talk."

Oblivious to Ladybugs face growing darker he looked to the father son duo as she began to talk. "Now's not a good time Cara, our timers."

 " I know," as if to punctuate her point their miraculous beeped again. "Eiffle tower, Tonight, ten thirty, yeah?"

Carapace was so caught up in organizing what he was going to say that he missed Ladybugs dreamy sigh. " Yeah... ok... " Snapping out of it Ladybug shook her head. "I mean, yeah sure, Ten thirty, not a second late."

 Nodding Nino let her go, watching as she fluttered away, chuckling as she looped in the air. Flashing the duo a peace sign he made his own quick exit.

-

Adrien's birthday might have been a bust but he had learned several important things today and Ladybug needed to know about them.

Which is why he found himself waiting on the top of the Eiffel tower, far above where anyone else could even reach. He didn't mind the height, despite how it was a little difficult to actually get up there for him but they needed the privacy.

Especially since what he was going to talk about was not something he wanted any civilian to hear. Lest he cause a little bit of a panic.

He was a little nervous about bringing it up to Ladybug, given that the Akuma was originally after him and he couldn't quite say that without worrying Ladybug and/or revealing who he was. Both of those things were bad in their own right.

The heavy thump of feet hitting metal caused him to spin around, meeting Ladybugs eyes with a nod. "Sorry I'm a little late, didn't want to get caught sneaking out."

Nino chuckled as he shook his head. " Oh, I know that feeling. The paranoia that you're being watched, your heart racing like it's beating its last. I know it well. "

"Sneak out a lot then?" Nino couldn't quite place the look that was in her eyes but he got the impression that she was... Impressed? Or maybe evaluating something about him.

"Not a lot, but sometimes I just needed some air and a walk around, you know?"

She shrugged, her wings fluttering behind her, despite being on the ground. "I guess, sometimes I need new stimuli to be able to work on some of my projects. "

He nodded and the two fell into a sort of awkward silence, he offered with his hands, finger brushing over his miraculous as Ladybug swayed side to side slightly.

"So?..."

 "I learned something today, a few things actually." Slowly Nino moved to the centre beam that stuck up the middle, before hitting his back against it and skidding down till he was sat down.

"We're not immune to the Akuma's bug. " Unknown to him, his words had ripped Ladybug out of her hypothetical daydream of Carapace confessing to her atop the tower.

Thoughts on having a hamster on hold she moved closer before kneeling down in front of him. "What do you mean? "

"Earlier, with the akuma," when he got a nod from her he continued. "The boy, he wasn't the original target for the Akuma." Seeing Ladybug about to open her mouth he held up his hand to signal that he wished to finish .

"There was this other boy, had these sick headphones styled after me, he was upset..." He completely missed the way how Ladybugs eyes widened in surprise, he had not way of knowing that she knew his civilian self. "Or mad, I dunno. "

"Point is, it went for him and he threw... Whatever the item was and it absorbed the Akuma but didn't turn him." He took a breath in as he pulled one of his knees closer. " The boy picked it up, became the Akuma. "

"Oh..." Ladybugs eyes darted around for a moment before she moved and sat next to him, their shoulders touching. "So we can trap Akuma's?"

" As long as no-one touches the item and we somehow get you there to purify it quickly. "

"Ok?..." Ladybug twisted her hand in a Thoughtful manner. " So, how does all that connect to us not being immune? "

"I made an offhand comment to Wayzz, about being glad we were immune. He said we weren't, that Akuma can come for us and we need to be careful."

He shivered as he remembered how close that Akuma had come to him, never again. Noticing the far off look in ladybugs eyes he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and bumped their shoulders together.

His missed as her face began to go the same shade as her suit, hands shaking slightly from the surprise contact. "Don't worry about it too much Bug. Just ask your Kwami to help you find your happy place, that should do it."

 " Yeah... ok... "

Despite it all, Marinette couldn't stop herself from looking at Carapace in slight awe. She leaned into his hold, glad to be able to take advantage of this moment, even if it wouldn't last.

#Miraculous Ladybug #Bug and Shell(d) #Ninette #Carabug #Caranette #Ninobug #Turtle Nino/ Carapace

[lordseochangbin]

50 shades of changbin: part eight

note: i wrote this while listening to dpr live’s ‘kiss me’. give it a listen ;) also plsplsplspls i want a reaction to this chapter LOLL so much tea and more to come. enjoy~

“just sign the contract changbin!” hannah pesters, rolling her eyes as changbin refuses to pick up the pen

“i can’t hannah.. what is this about?” he responds with a tone of confusion in his voice

“we have to agree on the same terms changbin! if the press comes to me and i tell them one thing, you can’t tell them another. it’ll fuck up my whole plan!”

“which is what exactly? tell the press that we’re dating so they’ll forget you were a drug addict a few months ago?!”

“oh wow changbin, nice to see that you’re catching on” changbin scoffs at her words, sitting down on the chair across from her as he takes the pen in his hands and signs the document.

“so.. how did we meet, hannah?”

it’s four in the morning, your eyesight is dizzy and your legs are failing but you still manage to laugh at jisung’s words, the two of you stumbling across your apartment complex’s hallway as you open the door.

“alright y/n, i think i should leave you here” jisung says

“oh come on jisung, it’s early in the morning, just stayyy” you beg, pulling his hands inside with a pout

“how about we have coffee in the morning? ill be here to pick you up in the morning”

“jisung!! just stay here silly, ill set up the couch for you”

jisung peeks inside your apartment before finally stepping in and closing the door behind him, “fine.. if you insist” he says with a wink before sitting down on the sofa.

your head is still banging from the loud music but you manage to keep your balance, getting some blankets and a pillow before standing in front of the sofa. 

“jisung, you’re going to have to get off the sofa if you expect me to set it up” you chuckle, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt before he can pull you on his lap.

your hearts racing, the only thing separating you two being a small pillow as jisung’s lips form a smirk. “why can’t you just set it up while i’m on it?”

you slap jisung’s shoulder, laughing at his antics. “what a flirt” you giggle

“me? a flirt?” jisung asks, digging through his pocket and pulling out a bright red lace panties.

your lips form an expression of shock before your hands unconsciously meet in between your legs, realizing there was nothing covering your core. your eyes look into his as if to ask him, ‘is that mine? seriously?’

“it’s yours.. now you should be lucky it’s with me and not some other guy at that club. they would’ve got the wrong message”

you smile at his words, your hands running through his hair “what if i wanted to send the wrong message… but to the right guy?”

jisung’s eyebrow arches at your words, “then let me tell you.. he got the message”

in seconds your legs are wrapped around his small waist, the pillow still separating you two.

your back hits the bed, sudden adrenaline pumping through your veins. you want it, he wants it. a feeling well known as you buck your hips up at his touch. jisung spreads your legs, pulling your dress up to your waist to reveal your drenching entrance. 

your eyes close in pleasure at the cold air in between your legs, but there was no contact, no touch. jisung picks up the pillow that was once separating you two, ripping the pillow cover from its sight and folding it perfectly before covering your eyes, tying a knot behind your head.

you gasp at the sudden action, your blinded eyes leading you to your imagination. it’s not reality anymore, it’s what you want. his touch, his embrace. you want it all. the sounds that escape your lips as his tongue licks your core proves it. 

you’re a mess, body squirming and nails digging into the sheets. you grab his hair as his tongue digs through your folds and it feels all too familiar. the feeling of being loved, a feeling you long missed as he pleasures you. 

“nnngh, please.. faster” you beg in the midst of your moans, your hands grabbing at his shoulders. the fabric of his suit, the flicks on your clit. you arch your back, asking for more as he slides his hand to your ass, giving it a squeeze as he starts to suck on your bud. 

every sound you make, every attempt to take out your pleasure- it only adds to the game as he laps through your folds, adding two digits which brings out the loudest moan you had ever released in awhile. 

“f-fuck” he cusses as you clench around his fingers, “who’s making you feel this good?”

your eyes close in satisfaction, you’re so close, you’re so close to releasing and you’re not sure how long you can last. when he hears no response, he slaps your thigh harshly. “who’s making you feel this good?!” 

“s-shit...c-changbin! only you, only you changbin!” you scream, releasing on jisung’s fingers before he pulls out.

“y/n… y/n?” jisung suddenly calls, taking his self-made blindfold off you as your eyes flutter open. 

“ji… oh my god” you exclaim, covering your mouth as jisung flops next to you on the bed.

“well.. that was a mood killer” jisung says sarcastically

you sit up on your knees, the pain in between your legs still aching “jisung.. i’m sorry, seriously i’m just..” 

“ex-boyfriend?” he interrupts, brushing his fingers through his hair

you look around, trying to avoid his gaze before giving into the truth. “yes…”

“don’t worry y/n, i get it”

“really?” you ask him

“really.. now how about i stay here for the night?”

“are you sure? you don’t want me to.. help you out?”

jisung laughs at your words, “don’t worry y/n, i’ll just pray for a wet dream with some hot russian model”

you cuddle into his chest, drawing circles on his abdomen as the two of you fall asleep on the messy bed- him, thinking about the girl he once knew long ago-- and you, thinking about changbin. 

---

jisung pulls up to your work’s front entrance, unlocking the doors before walking to the other side of the car and opening the door for you. 

“my personal escort, how kind of you” you thank him, jisung pulling off his cop cap and placing it on your head.

“how about you just quit your job? i’ll escort you every night” he winks, the distance between you two suggesting something that wasn’t what you two were.

changbin watched from the top floor. actually, he’d been waiting for you for awhile. the last thing he expected was for you to come out of another guys’ car. 

he bit his lip anxiously as you hugged jisung, an inaudible conversation for him, but it made his heart clench to his chest. he couldn’t explain this feeling, watching you with another guy.

“i’ll see you tonight? i’m making my favorite pasta and i don’t plan on eating it alone” you asked, placing his cap back on his fluffy brown hair

“of course, i’m bringing the wine” jisung said, making the two of you laugh in anticipation of your future plans

changbin couldnt stop… staring. he had never seen you laugh like that, or so he thought. it felt different when he wasn’t the one making you smile. 

he couldn’t stop thinking; how could you have gotten over him so soon?

little did he know.. that’s exactly what you were wondering.

 i guess there are two sides to the story.

#50 shades of seo changbin #a little han jisung smut for yalls SKSK #seo changbin #changbin #skz #stray kids #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz suggestive #stray kids suggestive #seo changbin imagines #changbin imagines #han jisung #jisung stray kids #changbin stray kids #skz changbin #skz jisung #jisung smut #han jisung smut #changbin x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz blurbs #stray kids blurbs

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

It’s been a loooooong while on this one.

I thought this smut might kill me. This is the problem with smut: I love reading it, writing it almost ends me... hahahah

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

So remember: THERE’S SMUT AHEAD.

Also, here are the lingerie sets mentioned (the add is for one part or the other, but in the pictures you can see the full set): La Perla, Bordelle.

***

Chapter 5

On Saturday, Sansa was ridiculously nervous as she looked for something to wear.

After she got dressed the night before, Vortigern had called his driver and asked him to take Sansa home.

Even as Sansa showered and got ready to sleep, she couldn’t believe that what happened had actually happened.

She sat on her bed for one hour just staring at the wall, trying to convince herself she wasn’t delirious; that Vortigern -her boss -had really fucked her on that damned ebony desk like she’d always dreamed he would.

She could still feel him all over her body, especially between her legs. She knew she wasn’t crazy, she knew it was real and yet…

How the hell was it even possible?

It seemed more like something straight out of her fantasies. She’d never thought that he would even look at her much less…

Anyway, she couldn’t sleep that night. She also couldn’t eat properly in the morning, and now she didn’t know what to wear.

This was shaping up to be a great disaster.

Vortigern had said they needed to talk and she supposed he was correct. Sansa didn’t know exactly what he planned on saying to her, so it was difficult to decide on what to wear. 

Should she dress as if it was a date? Maybe a bit sexier -like a naughty secretary? Perhaps he wanted to tell her this was all a big mistake, so she should dress more modestly?

Sansa took a deep breath in and tried to calm herself. Whatever was going to happen, they really needed to talk first, so she had to keep that in mind.

The devil on her shoulder told her to wear her best lingerie set, and Sansa succumbed all too easily to its voice. She didn’t have a lot of expensive lingerie, but Marge had gifted her a set from La Perla on her birthday two years ago. It was so pretty -and expensive -that Sansa had hardly ever worn it.

The lingerie made her feel braver somehow, and on top of it she put a simple summer dress. It was delicate, modest without being prudish and it looked really nice on her. It was something she’d wear normally, so she didn’t feel as though she was trying too hard.

She called an Uber and during the ride tried to come up with answers to all possible scenarios.

If Mr. Pendragon said this was a mistake, she’d politely agree and change jobs. Perhaps move to another country.

If he said it wasn’t a mistake, but it couldn’t happen again, she’d just change jobs. Maybe cities too, but not the country.

And if he said they should do it again…

She’d have no pride and just jump on his bed.

What was wrong with her?

Sansa had never been like this for any man. Ever!

Even when she was young and believed herself to be completely in love with Joffrey, she’d never felt this giddy feeling, this crushing anxiety, or this desire to please someone.

When she fawned over Joffrey, it was different. She wanted him to love her -at first -, later she just didn’t want him to get angry and be cruel to her.

Sansa might want to please her boss, but it was for a completely different reason. Every time he complimented her, a warm feeling took over her. It was really weird. It was as if, the sex was already great, but when he went on and said she was good, it just became that much better.

Maybe he was just a better lover than the others she’d had. It wasn’t like Sansa had that much experience anyway.

When the car dropped her off in front of Mr. Pendragon’s building, Sansa took a deep breath in and prepared herself to be mature about this whole thing.

As much as fantasies and daydreams were nice, and as much as she’d kept saying she’d change jobs, reality was a whole other business. She couldn’t actually predict what Mr. Pendragon was going to tell her once they started talking.

She also couldn’t predict how she’d really react.

As soon as she’d stepped in, she was directed to the private lift and told that Mr. Pendragon was waiting for her.

Sansa took one last breath in, before pressing the only button there.

Vortigern’s apartment consisted of the last two floors of the building, and it was like nothing Sansa had ever seen in her life. She’d been there very few times, but she was very impressed by it all the same. Vortigern’s taste was quite minimalist, with dark colors and just a rare splash of color. Even the paintings around the house tended to be abstract pieces, with more dark colors in it.

Sansa was wondering if he’d be waiting for her in his office, when the lift’s doors opened and she came face to face with him.

“Mr. Pendragon!”

“Miss Stark.” He nodded at her, seemingly quite serious. “Good to see you.”

“Thank you for inviting me.” She stepped out of the lift, her eyes looking around. “Is Catia…”

“She went out with a friend.” Vortigern was quick to assure her. “So we can talk privately.”

Sansa just nodded and followed him to his office in the house. At least this one didn’t have an ebony desk…

Almost by reflex, Sansa started walking towards his desk, only to see he was going towards the sofa. She hurried after him.

Vortigern sat down on the sofa and indicated the armchair for her, so Sansa sat down.

“Are you nervous, Sansa?” He asked once they were both somewhat comfortable.

“Yes.” She answered immediately. “I’m trying not to…”

Vortigern made a gesture for her to continue when it became clear she wouldn’t.

“I’m just confused.” She finally admitted.

He nodded his understanding. “I figured you’d be.” He gave her a long look. “Sansa, when I spoke to you after the wedding, I meant every word I said and I had no intention of letting anything happen between us. As I said then, I don’t chase after my younger employees.”

Sansa wanted to say she believed him, but it was quite clear she was supposed to just listen for now.

“I didn’t plan on what happened yesterday, but it’s become quite clear to me that I have a hard time resisting you.”

Some of her bewilderment must have shown on Sansa’s face, because Vortigern smirked. “What?” He wanted to know.

“I… I mean, I wasn’t doing anything…”

He chuckled. “I know, Sansa. I can spot a woman trying too hard from a mile away, and I know you weren’t flirting with me.”

“Good.” Sansa sighed. “I respect you a lot, Mr. Pendragon. I’d never want you to think that I was just trying to play 50 shades with you.”

Vortigern snorted. “I know. And we already had this conversation: I’m not Christian Grey.”

“Well, if you were we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

Vortigern arched an eyebrow. “Because it would be easier to walk away?”

“What happened yesterday wouldn’t have happened if you gave me a NDA and a slap to the butt.”

He was amused. “I don’t feel the need to have NDAs. I trust you. If I didn’t you wouldn’t work for me and I certainly wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

“So…” Sansa dragged the word a bit. “What now?”

“There might not be a NDA, but we do need to talk about how things will be from now on.”

Sansa just nodded.

“You know I don’t date and I’m not starting now. I’m not saying this is what you want.” He assured her. “I don’t see myself as that big of a prize that you could only be thinking of dating me. However, since Elsa died, I hadn’t felt the desire to be with someone long term again. That means that, if we do this, it’d be casual.”

“Wait.” Sansa asked. “So you’re saying we can…” She made a vague gesture between them.

“Fuck?” Vortigern suggested, his face so completely emotionless that Sansa knew he was messing with her.

“Yes.” She replied dryly. “As long as it’s casual…”

“Exactly. As I said, I’m having a hard time resisting you, and I do trust you and your discretion, so…”

“But even without a NDA there would be rules.” She guessed.

“Yes, because those are important. I have mine and you can have yours, of course.”

“What are yours?”

“This goes without saying, but this is between us. That means that there will be no pictures, Facebook status, family dinners… Which brings me to something really important: Catia can never know.”

Sansa agreed easily. She really didn’t want to think about Caita knowing about this.

“At work, this won’t ever be mentioned. I know I started what happened yesterday, but it can’t happen again. In the office, we’ll remain professional. No conversations about this, no kisses…”

Well, there went her fantasy about being bent over the desk, but she knew it was for the best.

“We’ll have dates, places to meet, but we’ll always discuss time and place beforehand. No surprises.”

Sansa nodded again.

Vortigern gave her a curious look. “You don’t want to call me ‘daddy’, do you?”

“No!” Sansa gasped. “I’m not into this.”

“Good.” He did look a bit relieved. “As I said before, I’m not interested in BDSM, but I do like getting my own way, so I might get bossy.”

Sansa cleared her throat. “I enjoyed that.”

“Oh, I know you did.” His smirk became wolfish. “And I also noticed you like being told you’re a good girl, and I have no problems with that. I just wanted to make clear I won’t be tying you up to the bed anytime soon.”

“Well, that’s actually good.” Sansa cleared her throat. “That’s one of my rules: no tying me up, no blindfolds and…” She licked her lower lip. “Just don’t be too rough.”

Vortigern stared at her in silence, his eyes digging into her soul. Sansa feared he’d see the truth if he looked too closely, that he’d understand what she was scared of.

But, in the end, he just nodded. “Okay.”

“And I’m not looking for a sugar daddy.” She added. “I don’t want you giving me money or very expensive presents.”

“That might be a problem.” He hummed.

“Why?”

“Because I want to shower you with expensive lingerie.” He told her simply.

“Hm…” Sansa bit her lower lip. “Define ‘shower’.”

Arthur arched an eyebrow, then pointed to the side of her armchair. Sansa hadn’t noticed the bag on the floor when she sat down (probably because she was nervous), but once she picked it up, she saw it had ‘Bordelle’ written in it.

As in, the really expensive lingerie brand. That ‘Bordelle’.

“Is this…”

“For you. Yes.”

“You were really confident on how this was going.” She pointed out.

“I prefer to think I was hopeful. Open it.”

Sansa didn’t want to! The box was already gorgeous! The bras from that place cost over 300 pounds!

But she was curious, so she opened the box.

He’d bought her a full set: bra, thong, suspender belt… It was the whole thing. Sansa was pretty sure this was from the new collection and it was on one of her favorite colors from it -tundra.

“I can’t.” She spoke softly.

“You can.” Vortigern insisted. “Think of it as… Something I’m doing for myself. So it’s not a present for you, it’s something to please myself.”

Sansa snorted. “Yes, of course.” She bit her lower lip. She’d really liked it. “Just lingerie?”

“You’ll fight me if I say I want to buy more than that, won’t you?”

“Yes. Especially if all you want to buy me is this expensive.”

He sighed. “Fine. No shoes and jewelry then.” He said nonchalantly, but Sansa could see he was fishing for a reaction.

“Exactly.” She said firmly.

If he started buying her a lot of expensive stuff she’d feel way too much like a sugar baby and it wasn’t why she was doing this -even though she was curious to know what shoes he had in mind.

“Perfume?” He pushed.

“No. Only lingerie.”

He chuckled. “You drive a hard bargain, Miss Stark. But I accept it.”

“Okay… That’s all I can think about.” She finally said.

“You can always talk to me if something else comes up.” Vortigern pointed out. “Today isn’t the only day we have to discuss this. Whatever happens you can always talk to me. I’m too old for games and to guess, so just come to me with your complaints.”

Sansa grinned at him. “I’ll keep that in mind. And when you don’t want to do this anymore, just tell me. Okay?”

“Of course. And about your job…”

“Can we cross that bridge when we get to it?” Sansa asked. “I don’t want to think about practical things now.”

He was once again amused. “Right. What do you want to think about now?”

Sansa put the box carefully on the ground and stood up. Her hands went to the first button on her dress. “Is this alright, Mr. Pendragon?”

Vortigern rested his elbow on the sofa’s armrest, and out his chin on his palm. “Yes, Miss Stark. But do it slowly.”

Sansa was trembling, but it wasn’t out of fear. She was nervous, but it was because this didn’t normally happen to her.

Later she’d have to think long and hard about this stupid decision she’d just taken, but for now?

She opened the buttons slowly, then pushed the sleeves off her shoulders, until they were free and she could push the rest of the dress down her body.

Vortigern’s eyes took every inch of her, a smirk pulling at his lips once he noticed her lingerie. “You’re full of surprises, Miss Stark.” He commented, before making a gesture for her to come closer.

Sansa approached him, unsure of what to do next, until he grabbed her hand and gave a slight pull.

She understood what he was after, so she straddled him, chest to chest.

Vortigern put his hands on her waist. “You enjoy it when I call you ‘Miss Stark’, you like knowing you’re a good girl and you love my fingers…” He teased. “But what else do you like?”

“I…” Sansa cleared her throat, feeling herself blushing. “I don’t have that much experience.” She confessed. “So… I like kissing, and being touched.”

Vortigern nodded, seeming reflexive. “Do you like being kissed between your legs?”

“Well…” Now she was feeling really embarrassed, because she couldn’t believe she was about to tell him this, but… “I’ve never… Never tried that one.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Never?”

“Never.”

“We can’t have that.” He decided.

He moved Sansa from his lap to the sofa next to him. Sansa was going to ask him if there was a problem, but when slid to the ground and knelt in front of her, Sansa realised that he really intended to…

“Really?” She asked, in shock.

He pulled at his tie. “I insist.” His hands went to her knickers. “And as much as I liked this color on you, we need to get these off.”

Sansa watched transfixed as he pulled them down her legs. She raised her butt from the sofa to help him along.

Once that was out of the way -he even threw the piece of clothing over his shoulder - Vortigern pushed her legs wide open.

Sansa felt embarrassed but at least he was looking into her eyes. If he were looking at her cunt, she’d probably die of shame.

“We haven’t done this properly before, and I never had much chance to really appreciate how beautiful you are.” He said as his thumbs drew circles on her knees. “Today, we have a lot of time. Keep that in mind.”

Sansa nodded eagerly.

Vortigern grabbed her legs and yanked her body, making Sansa squeal -and blush.

He chuckled. “Put that pillow behind your back so you’re more comfortable.” He indicated, and Sansa complied.

Her ass was on the edge of the sofa, her cunt right in front of his face.

Vortigern started kissing the inside of her left thigh. Soft kisses, making his way up. By the time he reached halfway, the kisses turned into gentle bites.

Sansa couldn’t take her eyes from him.

He threw one of her legs over her shoulder and she felt his breath on her cunt. His tongue gave a teasing lick at her clit and she let out a small gasp of surprise.

Then he started putting some work into it.

Sansa hadn’t known exactly what to expect from this -she’d read about it, but had never felt it. It was ridiculously hot to see him with his head between her legs and feel his tongue playing with her so.

From the long slow licks, to the hint of his teeth occasionally, everything he did to her, made her feel like she was about to fly off that sofa.

When he pushed her leg higher up, Sansa couldn’t even think about the embarrassing position anymore, because he was fucking her with his fingers, sucking on her clit. And she came so hard, she thought she was about to die.

He gentled her down with slower licks, soft kiss, until he finally pulled his fingers away. He didn’t even have time to move, before Sansa launched herself forward and kissed his lips, still wet from her.

Vortigern bit her lower lip and pulled back. “Good work, Miss Stark.” He got up, took off his jacket. “Now turn around.”

Her legs were still shaking, but she did what he asked, kneeling on the sofa, hands on the backrest.

She heard clothes rustling, the sound of a wrapper being opened. After what seemed like an eternity, he kneeled behind her, his hands caressed her back, then opened the claps of her bra.

He helped her take it completely off, then kissed her shoulder blade, her neck, the spot below her ear. “Hold on tight.”

He put his hands on her waist and positioned himself. At first, he pushed his cock in slowly, then just shoved the rest of the way in.

“Oh my…” Sansa grabbed harder on the backrest.

He pushed her hair over her left shoulder. “Too rough?” He asked by her ear.

“No.” She tried to catch her breath. “Just perfect.”

His hands caressed her ribs, teased the underside of her breasts. “”You’re remarkably good, Miss Stark.” He whispered to her, biting her ear gently. “Really good.”

Then he fucked her.

It was as if his hands were all over her at the same time; she could feel his fingers on her hips, her belly, her breasts, her neck. But more than anything, she could feel him inside her, hot and hard and so good.

He did fuck her hard, but it was just enough, just right as he said how good she was, so sweet, so beautiful.

The moment built inside her, and part of her wished it’d last forever, even as she was desperate to come.

Then, Vortigern grabbed one of her hands and took it to her clit, made her play with herself the way he wanted her to do it. It was all too much.

She came and she screamed and held on as he fucked her through it, until he was grabbing her harder and following after.

He held her while they both recovered their breath, and Sansa was pretty sure she could hear his heart beating.

Vortigern dropped a kiss to her shoulder. “Wait a minute.” He asked.

He lowered her to the sofa, then picked his jacket up and covered her with it. He moved out of sight for a minute -Sansa figured it was to take care of the condom -then came back. He moved her so he could sit and pull her to his lap to cuddle.

“You’re the king of after-sex cuddling.” She commented, her voice soft and sleepy.

Vortigern snorted. “I just fucked your brains out, Miss Stark. And seeing you were so good about it, the least I can do is hold you.”

She liked his logic.

#madame baggio #crackship #CrossOver #Crossover Pairings #gifs not mine #fanfiction #posted on AO3 #modern au #game of thrones #king arthur legend of the sword #Sansa Stark #vortigern #Sansa x Vortigern #dont stand so close to me

[artificialqueens]

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

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

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

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

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

Her phone rang six times. Still no answer.

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

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

“Hello?”

“Heidi! Oh my god-”

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

-eleven weeks before-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want some coffee?”

“Please?”

“I’ll be back in a bit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How could I not know?”

“Nicky, step away from the student.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nicky go! Oh my god-”

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

Crystal needed another drink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She’d worry about the alibi later.

-

“Oh my god, so you did that.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Silence. Crystal heard the jingle of metal hitting metal.

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

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

Silence.

“Please.”

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

“I’ll be there in five.”

#rpdr fanfiction #ella #heart of glass mind of stone #htgawm au #angst #lesbian au #law school au #lawyers au #college au #crystal x nicky #gigi x jackie #s12 #crystal methyd #gigi goode #jackie cox #nicky doll #heidi n closet #jaida essence hall #widow von du #tw mentions of murder #tw minor character death #te mentions of violence

[little-dragon-stories]

Everything happens for a reason Part 28: The end

W.C. 4741

Warning: none… I don’t see anything that could hurt somebody’s feeling.

Finally, the last part of the serie before the epilogue. I know, some of you told me you wanted her to be with Nam but in my mind, she can only love Hobi.  Doesn’t he deserve all the love in the world, our little sunshine? (Yes ok, Nam too). Anyway, have fun reading it. Tell me what you thought of this serie if you want, or not. It’s up to you! Here it is.

You have to admit, your day was amazing.  First day with so many smiles and laughter in a long time. It had started with a little physiotherapy session for your leg, which hurt to be honest but it has to be done. You are happy to be able to walk for long distances now, to dance almost like before, to move normally. There will be always 2 movements that you won’t be able to do with your ankle: inversion and eversion. Those movements are impossible because of the metal plates and screw that keeps your bones together. Those impossible movements are the ones that will keep you away from the stage forever. You’ll have to live with it, you have no other choice. But it’s ok, you will find a way, your way.

Then you had a lunch date with Nam. He brought you to a little Japanese restaurant with sliding paper doors, painted with pink flowers and japanese script. You’ve drink tea and eat fancy food, talked about life just like you always do.  Having a conversation with him is always interesting. He’s so brilliant and the way he sees things is often like you so, you just complete each other’s opinion. It makes your conversation mutually rewarding and enriching. You talked philosophy and exchanged your thoughts on politic and on “the Seungri case”.  You also laughed and behaved like children, foolishly challenging each other (the one who drinks his hot tea the quickest, the one who eats the slowest, who will be able to put the word «poop emoji» in the conversation with the waitress, etc). He walked back with you to your place after a 2 hours meal, kissed your cheeks before leaving and add “good luck for your conversation with Hobi tonight” before turning around on his feets and leaved with a beautiful dimple smile. You didn’t talk about it with him, Hobi probably did.

This afternoon at 16h00, you haven’t told anybody about it but, you had a meeting with the rector of the Seoul university. He offered you a one year contract, starting right now if you want because you can work from home. Your task would be to assist the teachers of the modern dance department by being the second evaluator of the students examinations. Basically, you wouldn’t be in direct contact with students for now, just watching videos of their choreography and attribute them a score that will count for 50% of their marks on each evaluations, basically a good responsibility. You haven’t decided yet, you don’t know what you will do to be honest. It’s a good job with good conditions and it keeps your passion for dance alive. You are just scared that you’ll find it boring, the fact that you are not directly in the dance studio, where the action is. You will need to analyse it with Taemin, his opinion matters to you.

When you arrived home, you took a long shower, washed your hair, put on some loose pants and a t-shirt of your brother, placed your hair on the top of your head with in a messy bun and stayed bareface. Hoseok had texted you, wondering if you had eaten, offering to bring something on his way to your place. You agreed, sometimes it’s easier to talk with a table between you.

You were so nervous to meet him, nervous about the things he had to say. According to him, there are things he needs to tell you that will hurt you. A lot of things have hurt you recently. As they say, you had to hit rock bottom. The only way you can go now, is up.

Waiting for Hoseok, you sat down to meditate for a few minutes but you have probably fell asleep because suddenly, the buzz of the intercom woke you up.

“Miss Jeon, there is a man named Jung Hoseok here, may I let him in?”

“Yes, you may ajussi. Thank you”.

You have almost 2 minutes before Hoseok will reach your apartment. You take that time to nervously brush your teeth, use a washcloth of cold water on your face and apply some mascara. You have no more time to redo your hair, you can hear 3 light knock on the door.

“Good evening y/n”, he says with a sad smile.

“Hi Hobi”.

As you can see his sadness and his tiredness, you take a step back to look at him from head to toes. You want to analyse every single detail, to make sure he’s not sick or something. He has a big houseplant in one hand, a gift bag in another one and a take-out food.

“May I come in?” He asked, smiling shyly. Hoseok being shy, you see him more and more like that recently but you can’t get use to it. He’s so beautiful with that timid smile that your heart beat faster.

“I am sorry, I have no manners, of course you can come in”. You moved to the side to let him enter. He looked everywhere and smiled brightly.

“This place looks peaceful, I love it. May I have a visit?”

“Go, have a view while I take care of the take out. It smells Thaï food, Mmmmm. Come in the kitchen just over there when you are done”, you said, pointing in the good direction.

He placed the gifs on the little table by the door and started to visit right away. He talked to you on his way to the living room.

«You are not afraid I will discover some of your secrets? Or that I will steal something?»

«No, not afraid at all. You can open all the drawers if you want, I don’t care. Almost everything here is new, I ordered from the net. Can you believe I forgot to buy glasses and cups? We’ll have to drink directly from the bottle».

He was too busy to answer, he took you at your words because you heard him open the drawers in the washroom, this is so him. After a few minutes of complete silence, he was still not coming to join you. You decided to go and see what he was up to. You found him sitting in the big bamboo rocking chair of your bedroom, your favorite room of the apartment.  All the furniture is in bamboo and wood, dyed in a light shade of grey, almost white. The walls, the bedding and the decorations are grey/white as well, only a blanket and a few cushions are colored with your favorite color. It’s a large and bright room that lets the sun in through its garden doors. It’s a peaceful place to sit and enjoy the view of the mountain in the background of your private floral little backyard. Hoseok is sitting there, with big tears in his eyes, looking outside of the window.  He heard you coming in more than he saw you and started to talk right away..

“I’ve messed up everything y/n. Everything…”

“Hobi, talk to me. What’s going on?”

You came in front of him and kneeled down, taking his hand in yours but he removed them as soon as he felt your contact.

“Hobi, what’s wrong?”

“I was so happy to break up with Chae. So, happy that finally I could start something with you, and now everything is ruined again”. He said snuffling.

“You left her to be with me?”

“Obviously”.

You stood up and placed your little fist on your hips, frowning your eyebrows. He finds you beautiful like that and it made him even more sad, thinking everything was lost for good.

“Jung Hoseok, don’t talk to me like that, obviously obviously” you repeated after him, “as you can see, nothing is that obvious between us”.

“I am sorry y/n, you will never forgive me this”. He cried and kept saying that he screwed everything and other things that you couldn’t hear.

You need to place some distance between you and him, he doesn’t want to take your hand anyway. You took a few steps back and when you felt your bed behind your calf you sat down, always looking at Hobi’s eyes and face. He’s in pain, you can tell. Seeing him like that hurts you more than you could have imagine. At this very moment, you would be able to negotiate your whole entire life for him to smile just 5 minutes again.

“Hoseok, please tell me everything. Please, you're driving me crazy”.

He finally needed to touch you, to take your hands in his. In his head, it’s the last time you will accept to touch him.  He came and sit beside you on the bed, took your hand in his, wrist resting on his thigh. You hate to see him like that, about to burst. You placed your free arm around him and laid your head on his shoulder and started to caress his back softly. You don’t know what he has to say but you need to comfort him.

“Y/n… I don’t know how to start, this is so big”.

«You killed somebody? Worse, you killed a cat? You will go to jail soon?».

«WHAAAAAT? No! Girl, of course not. Who do you think I am?»

You know Hobi, he would have never done something like that of course.

«Well then, start to talk, my imagination is playing with my head right now. Start with the beginning ok? One step at the time and we’ll get there. Let’s start with the night we talked together, you were not sure at all who you would pick if Chae was crying like I was”.

“Ok, let’s start there. You’re right love, but not totally.»

Love. He called you love. Hearing that word in his mouth made you so soft inside, you were melting like ice cream under the summer sun.

“I never said I would choose her over you. I was just too much in pain to think straight, to see things correctly. I said I needed to take a step back. I knew you were in love with me and I didn’t want to play with your feelings. But you are not wrong either, my new feelings for her were messing up with my head. I had to get over you at some point and start something with her, but then I learned you loved me back, you see, the big mess there?”

You see it, indeed. You not only see it but «feel» direct in your heart.

“Well, ok, i guess…”

“When I woke up the morning after, you were already gone for your hospital appointments. I was so glad you were there when I came back that night, although I couldn’t tell you anything. I wanted to break up with Chae first.”

He took a deep breath in. You decided that he was calm enough so you stopped to stroke his back but didn’t change position.

“For me, it was clear, you were the one, YOU and nobody else. But, I wanted to break up with her first so we can start together perfectly.  I was screaming inside for you to wait for me. Thinking that we would be reunited soon made me happy but as soon as I realized the sadness in your eyes, I went down myself. That’s when I kissed your cheek and went in my room”.

“You could have give me a sign you know, so I could stop crying”.

“No, because I wanted us to start on a pure way, perfectly free from everything. I didn’t want you to be the third girl and also have to tell our kids later that I was a cheater”.

“Our kids? Ok well, that’s a good point I guess. But we did kiss while you were with her”.

“We did, I know. I never said I was perfect”.

You completely understand. You will never regret that kiss though, just thinking about the taste of his tongue is enough to make you want another one right now.

“Then, you chose to spend the few next days with Taemin, which I completely understand. To be honest, if you had stayed, I would have betrayed myself and declared my love”.

“So, it’s bringing us to that night, when you broke up with her…. right?”

“Yes”

He started to cry again, tears coming from his eyes.

“Omg, I can’t believe I thought it was a good idea to tell you this. You will be so sad and disappointed. I hope you will forgive me”.

“Hobi, spit it, please I am dying to know.”  You can’t wait any longer. He took a deep breath in and started to tell you.

“When I arrived at her dorms, we went in her room and started to talk, she was peculiarly happy that night. I stopped her and told her I had something important to say. I told her I was not in love with her, that I never was. Actually, I never told her I loved her but anyway…  I add that the real love of my life was somebody else and that I wanted to start something with her.  When she tried to negotiate, asking for another chance, I told her I was sorry but it was a final decision. I told her, it was a long time love story and that she can’t compete with the real love of my life”.

“Oh! My! God! Hobi, this is so beautiful. I am the one, right?”

He smiled at your comment.

“Of course you’re the one but I’m not done love… I’m not done. That’s when she served me a bomb on a silver platter”.

“Oh! No! I see where you are going with this…”

“She told me she was pregnant from my child”.

You cannot believe it. Several thoughts are messing up with your brain right now. Mostly, you don’t want him to ever have sex with her, even though you cannot be mad because, she was his girlfriend. Nevertheless, thinking about them kissing is enough to feel your head spin fast, you don’t want to imagine anything else. Plus, is it possible? Can he have a baby with her?

He was crying, big tears flooding his cheeks, sobbing. He was desperately grabbing your shirt with his free hand like a little child would do, not knowing what else to do.

“Wait Hoseok, let’s think about it. Let’s analyse ok?”

“We have analysed it all the way possible, me, the managers, the lawyer of Big Hits. We used a condom for god’s sake. But there was a tiny, mini, little fraction of a percentage that it could have been true».

Because you were analyzing this fast in your head, you didn’t realised he was speaking with the past, conditional tense. In your mind, there’s no possibility it can be true. It was not so long ago since their first date. Not even a month. Not even the time to realise your periods were late, well in your case. And if you realised you are late, it probably means you were not in the good period to procreate. Unless she has irregular periods. You will have to calculate this with a calendar but like that, it doesn’t make any sense. Plus, they used a condom...

He became calm again and add:

«I see you are calculating jelly bean, wait for the rest of the story.  But no, she is not pregnant. Let me finish...»  

«Wait Hobi, how many times did you slept with her?”

“Once only, 4 days after our first date. We never had the occasion to be alone after that, our schedules being what they are”.

“Hoseok, it was almost impossible that you were the father then if she was pregnant. If you want my opinion, she tried to hooked you the only way she could. How could she have known she was pregnant in such a short time? She told you this not even 3 weeks after you had sex.”

“I had not thought so coldly on the spot, probably shocked because of the pregnancy test I saw, it was positive. Anyway, as soon as I told the staff the morning after, they consulted the lawyers of the company that consulted a gynecologist and there was an infime percentage it could have been true. Still, I was panicking. I felt like I was in a nightmare. I didn’t want to have a child with a woman I don’t love.»

“I am not saying she was not pregnant. I am saying she may have been before you slept with her, if she was… Also, technically, if you used a condom, chances were almost nonexistent”.

“I know, I don’t want to give you too much information that could hurt you but you know, after we removed the condom, if we touch the girl «there» with semen on our fingers, some spermatozoids can swim their way up»

«Oh! I figured Hoseok, I figured… but what can I say, i didn’t believe it for a second. Tell me what you told her about the baby?”

“What do you mean?”

“What have you told her about that baby?”

“I didn’t say congratulations if it’s what you mean. I told her that if the child is mine, I would take responsibility. That’s the only thing I said before I left».

You were so proud of the answer he gave that a big smile appeared on your face. He told her he would take his responsibility but he didn’t flinch at her manipulation attempt. He stared at you, surprised by your reaction. He thought you would be destroyed by the news.

“What? What’s wrong with my face?” You asked him when you realised he was fixing you.

“There is nothing wrong with your face. Nothing at all” he said, serious.

“Ok, continue your story please”.

“That’s about it. Big Hits lawyers called her lawyer, they asked for a blood test. That’s when she said she have lost the baby. That is the freshest news I had and it was this morning».

«She was never pregnant Hoseok. Never».

He was so calm all of sudden. Serious, scared and concentrated on your face.

«y/n, you are so calm».

«To be honest Hobi, I’m still waiting for a good reason for us to be over? Why do you keep saying that you ruined everything between us”?

“It’s not ruined?”

“Why would it be? Because you had the bad idea to put your penis inside her vagina?”

His face took the exact expression you thought he would take. Shocked, mouth in a “o’ shape, tilting his head to the side.

“Uh!  But, I almost got her pregnant».

“Hobi, you had the right to have sex with your girlfriend.  You had a safe and reasonable sexual behavior, why should I be mad at you?  What hurts me is the love you had for her while I was so in love with you, the admiration in your eyes. That killed me, it still does. Of course, I wish you would have keep it in your pants love, but at the same time you were in a relationship with her. But man, 72 hours later, really?”.

«Hey, she thought I was old-fashioned, not wanting to have sex on the first date, that I should live my life taking more risks».

«Hoseok, nobody should ever disrespect a decision like that. I think it was a good decision because it was how you felt. Plus, you are nothing like dull or boring».

Big tears came in the corner of his eyes.

“I am sorry I hurt you. So sorry”.

“It’s ok Hoseokie, it’s behind us now”.

“What do you mean it’s behind us? You are still up to have a relationship with me”.

You tilt your head on the side and took your chin between your v-shaped fingers, mimicking his “thinking” expression.

“I don’t know Jung Hoseok, you will have to verify if I want to be your girlfriend soon. If you are capable to convince me that you love me and only me, I might be into it.  Maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.  We don’t want all this drama to be the set up for our new “possible” life together, right?

“Are you saying…”

You placed a finger in his beautiful lips and add:

«Why did you keep saying you ruined everything? Because for me, the only thing I see is a man being trapped by a manipulative woman the day he split with her. You told her you would take your responsibility as a father if it was true. If you would have told her to get an abortion or denied your responsibilities, you would have disappointed me big time. What could you do more? Hobi, you didn’t do anything wrong, you used a condom. Of course the lawyers of Big Hits have told you there was a tiny percentage of possibility, they have no choice. They have to tell you this because something like that may have happened in the medical literature. But it’s not common You must have been crazy thinking she was pregnant… ».

«You are not disappointed at me?»

«I won’t lie. I wish you haven’t slept with her at all. But, as I said, you were in a relationship. I am disappointed because we haven’t talk to each other before. I am sad I saw admiration in your eyes when you were talking about her. But I was in a relationship too, not so long ago remember?»

«I know, I still hate that man you introduced to us last year.»

«I also believed it was impossible with you and tried with somebody else… I have no right to be mad at you for this when I did the exact same».

When you realised that your hand was still in his, you took it back and smiled.

«Y/n, you are saying that, it’s still possible between us. That I haven’t ruined it all?»

«Hoseok, I will repeat what I just said. You will have to prove me that I am the only one you want. That I am the only one that you love. If I am convinced, it may be possible» you smiled at him.

You don’t want to seems too rude or too demanding. You just don’t want your relation to start «officially» the day he told you all this.  Just like him, you want the day that will be marked by a big X on the calendar will only remind you good memories. But you really don’t want him to doubt for real so you told him:

«Hobi, the chances are really on your side you know because I, Jeon y/n, am so much in love with you that it hurts »

You were very happy when you heard the voice of Taemin and Jimin calling your name from the front door. Happy because you don’t trust the fact that you or Hobi would have been able to wait for the next day to push things further.

«Y/n? Ladybug? Where are you?»

You heard Jimin making some noises with ustencils in the kitchen before he said.

«Hey, you ordered Thaï food?»

You kissed Hoseok’s temple softly and whispered in his ears:

«I don’t know if I am happy or annoyed by them right now».

Of course Taemin chose that exact moment to appear in the doorframe, when your lips are still on his temple. He went crazy.

«Jimin, Jiminie! Baby, we’ll be godfathers soon, they were about to makeout»

«Oh! My! God!» Hoseok said.

Jimin came in the room and said, trying to keep his cool beside an overexcited Taemin.

«I love your place, it’s wonderful. We’ll have a lot of couple diner here, right? Just the 4 of us?»

You see something changing in Taemin’s eyes, for a nanosecond he was mad. You and Hobi stood up and when you went close to the boys, Taemin told Hobi, with a big smile, trying to act cute but still having a message to deliver:

«You break her heart again Jung Hoseok and I swear to god you’ll be hang by the penis and peeled alive. You’ve been noticed, thank you».

You see Hoseok swallowing his saliva nervously before he answered:

«It’s not my intention Taemin sunbaenim, believe me, I know she suffered enough lately. From now on, I hope it will be happiness only in her heart»

You and Hobi didn’t take the time to explain the boys you were not «officially» a couple yet. They wouldn't have believed you anyway because the two of you couldn’t stop holding hands, hug and smiled at each other like the young lovers do. In both your hearts, you knew it was just a matter of time anyway before you will be officially a couple. The sooner the better.

2 days later, the night before the boys will quit for a 5 days trip

3 gentle knock on your door, so gentle you were unsure you heard correctly. The security guard didn’t call you via intercom after all, you must haven’t heard correctly. The visitor repeat his gesture, there is no more doubt now. When you opened the door and saw Hoseok, you were overwhelmed by a lot of mixed feelings. Mostly relieved, after 2 days, you were starting to ask yourself what was taking him so long. Hoseok is not so patient, normally.

«It’s been 43 hours since last time I saw you. You needed all that time to make sure I was the one» you said with a teasing voice as soon as you opened up the door.

«Who said you are the one»? He answered, lifting only one eyebrow, obviously acting.

«Well I hope I am, Jung Hoseok, I certainly hope I am».

He came in your apartment and closed the door behind him, leaning his back against the door frame with his hands behind his back, looking at you in the eyes.

«You are so beautiful Hoseok. You are so, so perfectly beautiful».

«Hey, I am the one suppose to convince the other, remember?».

You came closer and encircled your arms around his waist, all your weight against him, gluing every little part of your body that could be. As soon as your bodies met, your nose took place in the crook of his neck and his cheek found his way against your temple. It was a soft but very demanding embrace, filled with love and desire. Still, he kept his hands crossed on his back.

«Hey, you missed me that much, huh?» He teased.

«Hobi, shut up please and kiss me».

«What?» He asked, really uncertain he heard.

«Let me make myself clear, if you really want to use those beautiful lips and that equally beautiful tongue, I haven’t checked though, make good use of them and kiss me».

«I thought I had to convince you that I love you, that you were the only one»

«Am I your first choice baby»?

«You are my only choice y/n»

«Good»

You didn’t wait for him to kiss you, you kissed him. When you felt one of his hand on your side and the other one on your neck, you knew you were up to a passionate night with the man that you love and that loves you just as much.

«You know what my love?» he asked once you were lying on the bed, half of your clothes on the floor, hands all over each other, eager to finally make love.

«Tell me» You kissed his neck, your arms keeping him close above you.

«I ain’t really into sex the first night» he was teasing you, you could tell, barely able to contain his laughter. You started to laughed.

«That’s a shame, I might forget all the little things I wanted to do to you next time».

«Well then, we may proceed» He licked your lower lip and bite it, not so gently.

«That’s what I thought».

If you ever have questioned your love for him, which never happened, at that very moment all your doubt died, like that. This is exactly the relation you’ve been dreaming of, filled with laughter, complicity, passion, trust and love. There is no doubt in your mind he loves you, love is strong, love has won.

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The Vamps Part 3: Pola Negri and Exoticism

CW: I will be referencing the Roma in this essay and the slur g*psy will pop up from historical sources.

In the first post of this series, I mentioned that modern critics draw a deeper connection between Vamps and bloodsucking vampires than existed in the teens. So, forgive me that this Vamps entry is going to focus on another trait often shared between Vamps and vampires: otherness. In the Bram Stoker tradition, the undead-other and the foreign-other coincide. Stoker didn’t invent the concept, but Dracula and its Eastern European evil infiltrating the west has informed most vampire stories since his novel was published.

Likewise, Vamps are often explicitly foreign or vaguely coded as such. Most often this foreignness is steeped in a stereotypical conception of the East. This East at the time was really anything east of Western Europe, from Slavs to East Asians. As you could probably surmise–it’s usually problematic and insulting. Although, since Vamps were an international phenomenon, this is by no means universal.

Enter Pola Negri.

Pola Negri was born Apolonia Chalupiec in Lipno (now Poland) in 1897 to a single mother. Her Slovak father was a resistance fighter sent to prison in Siberia when Negri was a small child. Now, according to Negri, her mother was from an impoverished line of Polish nobility and her father had “probably more than a touch of the bohemian gypsy in his blood.” This is probably made up. Negri averred these “biographical” details when building her image in America and reaffirmed them in her memoirs, published in 1970. It’s hard to put an exact date on when and where these fictions emerged in her life or in her career. I can speak from experience that Polish-Americans often love relating embellished tales of their ancestry, so this may have been Pola, the person, as much as it is Pola, the movie star. If it’s the latter, it would be very Pola. No one before or since has committed to a bit quite like her.

Pola started out as a successful ballet dancer in Warsaw and transitioned to acting after she fell ill with tuberculosis. She took on the name Negri after a favored Italian poet, Ada Negri. Pola found significant success on the Polish stage and she made the leap to the new medium of film in the presumed lost Slave of Sin / Niewolnica zmysłów (1914). (Yes, she did all that by 17.)

In Pola’s only surviving Polish film, The Polish Dancer / Bestia (1917), she’s an energetic young woman who stays out too late partying. After Pola flees her parents’ home, she becomes a cabaret dancer and manages to throw the lives of two men into chaos. So, Pola was cast in vampy roles from the very start. Bestia’s Vamp tale is a bit more sophisticated than a simple morality play though. Pola is a strong-willed and independent woman taking advantage of weaker men. But, Pola feels remorse. She’s a woman who carries trouble with her wherever she goes, but simply because she doesn’t hold with society’s standards and expectations for women. Whether or not Pola is the bestia (beast) referred to in the title is definitely up for debate. Pola is more a careless Vamp than a malicious one, as Theda Bara is in A Fool There Was (1914). This, of course, doesn’t save her characters from a tragic end. Pola’s Polish roles are very much akin to the types of vampy tragediennes Greta Garbo would soon stake her claim on in America.

Though Pola had played a few exotic roles in Poland, on stage and screen, it was moving to UFA in Germany that brought those roles in spades. Her success was middling in Germany until she met Ernst Lubitsch. I would liken the Negri-Lubitsch team up much like Jack Lemmon and Billy Wilder. Lemmon and Negri are both quite good on their own, but pairing with Wilder and Lubitsch brought out the absolute best in the performers. For UFA, Pola’s vampy image began to crystalize and along with that came the exotic, ethnic bent. In films like Carmen (1918) and Sumurun (1920) she plays a Romani Vamp and and “Oriental” Vamp, respectively. These films distilled the image of Pola as an agent of havoc in weak-willed men’s lives that was introduced in some of her Polish films.

The embargo on German films to America was lifted in 1919, partly due to the huge popularity of Pola’s film Madame DuBarry (1919). Pola’s impact on the American movie market was instant and many of her German films were bought up for American distribution. After an unofficial endorsement from Charlie Chaplin, Pola was signed to a contract with Famous Players-Lasky (soon to be Paramount).

Despite Pola arriving hot on the scene, the studio struggled to build her image. Pola was a new quantity. She was Hollywood’s first explicitly foreign star. A lot of effort was put into assuaging the xenophobia of American movie fans, while also highlighting her exotic nature. (Yes. In 1921, Poles were exotic.) If you recall from the Theda Bara post, in the early days of the star system the performer’s star image tied directly into the roles they played. If Negri was going to play all these femmes fatales from “the East” they couldn’t couldn’t wholly whitewash her Slavic ancestry. She’s quoted as saying at the time:

“They do not understand me. I am a child of my race, a Slav. I have no the restraint of the Anglo-Saxon.”

Essentially, Hollywood worked out the kinks of developing foreign stars for the American market with Pola. Pola was out there paving the way for Garbo once again.

Of course, Pola’s American career wasn’t a complete mess. She still made popular films–notably blockbuster Hotel Imperial (1927), directed by Garbo’s first champion, Mauritz Stiller. Pola and Paramount struggled to manage her image regardless of box office successes. Finding the line between the dramatic emotionality of Pola’s characters and the dramatic emotionality of the actress herself was difficult. A series of missteps regarding her relationship with Rudolph Valentino and his untimely death and then her untimely marriage to an impoverished Russian prince put her in a tough spot. On top of all that, talking pictures were roaring into theaters and there was likely concern about Pola’s viability as a talkie star.

But, after her divorce from said prince, Pola faced the microphone and surprisingly it was her singing that revived her faltering career. With the success of the song “Paradise” from A Woman Commands (1932), Pola hopped back over to Europe where she resumed working for the studio that made her a star: UFA. If you know anything about Germany in the 1930s, you can probably predict that these years were complicated for Pola. Hitler was fond of her work, even though her Aryanness couldn’t be proven. Pola arranged to live in France while working for UFA, but it was an arrangement built to bust. In 1938, she returned to the US and chose semi-retirement from film. Pola was getting older and the Vamp archetype that was originally her bread and butter had gone stale. In the end, I feel that many of Pola’s Vamps are the branching off point for the femmes fatales we know and loves from films noir of the 1940s and 50s.

To me, it says so much about who Pola was that she was always so willing to walk away from film. She didn’t seem to have much invested in being a huge star. Not that there’s anything wrong with that drive, but it’s such a modern-seeming departure from how film stars were managed and presented by studios in early Hollywood. Pola’s star image may have been centered on her exoticism, but it’s her fierce independence that I find so compelling.

Learn How to Get the Look BELOW THE JUMP

The Costume

Number one most important thing with a Pola costume: do not dress up as a stereotypical representation of a Romani woman. Just don’t. There’s a lot more to pull from that isn’t insulting an entire ethnic group.

The Makeup

Pola’s trademark is her heavy lids. Carve out a distinct shape with your eyes and use a dark shade almost up to your eyebrows. Use colors by all means, especially a shade that might make your eyes look deeper. For me, that’s using another shade of green. For you, it might be a blue or brown or purple. Now Pola regularly sported a glossy eye, which absolutely adds to the heavy lid look. Glossy lids, regardless of which product you’re using, is not going to last long. If you’re going out in this costume, you might want to opt for a fine shimmer as I did. That way, you won’t have to worry about touch ups.

Pola’s eye makeup somehow looks both mournful and judgmental. She’s somehow always looking down her nose at you even if she’s looking out from under her eyebrows.

The eyebrows should be distinctly drawn in though not super thick and curved to match  Heavy lids, long curved eyebrows. Like Theda Bara, leave the blush behind. Pola also had a beauty mark under her left eye that she often drew in for high contrast. I drew one on using the same dark brown shade I used on my brows.

As for lips, go with a thin silhouette and focus more on a sharp shape than a soft pout. Pola often wears a gloss over her lipstick–likely almond oil or petroleum jelly.

The Hair

Pola most often stuck to curly or wavy bobs. In some films Pola leans more toward a lob, which is trendy today, so you very well might have the appropriate hair cut already! I think I would do a full wet set if I were to tackle this look again, but I think the curling wand did an okay job. How neat you want to make the waves or curls is totally dependent on which film you want to mimic. I was going for Die Bergkatze / The Wildcat (1920) so unruly was the way to go.

Of course, Pola was high-key into turbans and headscarves. So, that’s an option.

The Clothes

This is where Pola makes it easy on modern imitators. She has a great range of (non-appropriative) costumes to choose from. I tried to recreate her mountain-dwelling attire from The Wildcat. But if you go back and look at her dance costume from Bestia (seen above), she rocks a very modern-looking gothy look. So, I’d recommend checking out a few of her films (some of her work with Lubitsch is currently on Filmstruck *nudge* *nudge*) then look in your closet and make an adventure of it. And remember, nothing is too over the top for Pola.

Read Part Two

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Tyler Seguin - Back Road

Author’s Note: This entire fic is for @hockeyandtaylorswift - I adore her. She has waited 84 years for this and she is a blessing.  Get ready for the long haul, because this is 17 pages and 7k+ words. The only thing I’ve ever written that was longer is my college thesis. This is way better. This is a plus sized fic and will have a smutty part 2. My idea bank is dry, it may take a few weeks.

“Okay, I have mozzarella sticks,” you look over the table and match the order to its orderee. “These go to Red Beard.” You slide them along the table until they're in front of him.

Grabbing the next plate off of the tray you drop it in front of the man sitting next to him, “Aaanndd a quesadilla for Scruffy here- which makes the grilled cheese with bacon Smiley’s.”

Placing the last plate down in front of the male closest to you, you catch a glimpse of the tattoos peeking out of his sleeve, well that's hot as fuck.

“Who are you calling Smiley?” He looks up and cocks his eyebrow while taking a fry off of his plate and shoving it in his mouth. Its way too hot still, so he tries to subtly do that quick intake of air to cool his mouth down, serves him right. You tip your tray flat so you can hold it against the flare of your hip.

“Apologies, sir, can I get you anything else.” You raise the pitch of your voice to ensure it's sugary sweet and he swallows his fry.

“Your number,” he gives a cheesy smile and you're pretty sure you can see his molars it's so wide.

“Enjoy your dinner.” You walk away with a nod, overly tired of humans on this late Friday night.

You go back to refill their drinks, waiting until the tattooed grilled-cheese aficionado has left for the bathroom. Scruffy, who introduces himself as Jamie, stops you before you can walk away again. “Sorry about Tyler. He drank a bit before we got here. He's a little friendly when he drinks.” He gives you the apologetic smile of a put upon friend and you can't fault him.

“It's not the worst I've heard. No harm no foul, right? Did you need anything else, guys?” Jamie says no, that they're good, but that Tyler said something about dessert, so he asks you to wait before closing out the bill.

With only 30 more minutes left to your shift, they're the last of your tables and the call of your bed is so near and so sweet. You see Tyler, apparently, trying to catch your eye from the booth so you paste your smile back in place and walk over with your pad in hand.

“Anything else, Smiley?” You lay emphasis on the last part, hoping you can at least leverage his drunkenness into a nice tip.

He smiles again and pulls his right sleeve up before gesturing with his hands while he starts talking, “See now, you know my name, but I don't know yours. That's not fair.” His eyes are drooping sleepily and there's no real malice or nasty intent behind his words, so you allow the flirtation.

“Boy, he did drink a bit didn't he?” You point to your name tag which lies on  your chest. Right where it’s been all night. He squints at it, like he's having a hard time getting his eyes to focus, which make sense.

“Did you want dessert, Segs? We can't hang out here all night. It's getting late.” Red beard is talking now, he's got less patience than Jamie it seems.

“Good question, Jordie. Yes. I do. Can I have that brownie thing you guys have with the ice cream?” He keeps gesturing with his hands and it's super distracting because of those damned tattoos. If he catches you staring he's too drunk to notice.

“Yes of course. Three spoons?” You ask, holding up three fingers trying to get Tyler to stop making overwhelmingly direct eye contact.

“You can bring two if you want to share, but I'm not sharing with them,” he motions to Jamie and Jordie sitting across from him, and looks proud of himself for a beat before Jamie heaves a sigh and Jordie covers his eyes with the heels of his palms and groans.

“One spoon, then.” You wink at him, “Got it. I'll be right back.” You flip your pad closed and 180 back to the kitchen. You hear Tyler as you walk away, defending himself, “What? That was smooth? Girls love dessert!”

It's like, not a big deal that he's drunk and flirting. The restaurant is open late, and it's nestled in downtown a few blocks from the strip of bars that attracts the younger crowd on the weekends, so you're used to it.

What you're decidedly not used to is how disgustingly handsome he is. Usually the guys that flirt with you err on the less devastatingly attractive side, pushing more towards awkward and cute. Your round face and curvy frame usually preclude guys that look like they walked out of a Calvin Klein ad from being the ones who come calling.

It's fine, you shake your head and grab the order from the kitchen, trying not the think about his sleepy brown eyes and backwards snapback. He's drunk and you're here, surely he dates supermodels or something with a face like that.

“‘Brownie thing’, one spoon.” You place the plate down in front of Tyler and he says thank you. You finish up their bill and drop it to the table. “No rush, gentlemen. Take your time,” is what comes out, even though there's 4 minutes left in your shift and please rush is what you want to say.

You're completely blissed out when you see them pass you as you're standing and chatting with the hostess. They say thank you again and wave good-bye. Tyler brings up the rear and winks, which makes you roll your eyes. Drunk men.

Going over to pick up the check reveals two things. One: these guys are welcome back anytime, you pocket the $50 tip they left on their barely $50 bill with a smile. Two: Across the back of the check, in a slightly tilted scrawl you can read, “Hey I just met you and this is crazy…” There’s a phone number underneath it and it’s signed with a heart and a smiley face.

You pocket that too, knowing you’re definitely not going to use the number. It’ll just be nice to look at whenever you have a bad body day; you’ll be able to remember how a handsome, tattooed guy tried to pick you up. We all need a little self-esteem boost every now and then.

When you finally get home, you drop a bath bomb in the tub and lie back and relax. If your mind starts to wander to what maybe could have been if you were a little braver and he was a little less drunk… well that’s not really anyone’s business.

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It's not too much later, barely a week, and it's your friend’s birthday. You took off of work the whole weekend in anticipation of drunk shenanigans and brunch and general fun girl times.

There's just a handful of you, some close friends from college and a few from grown-up, adult life. You're all getting ready at the birthday girl’s place, sipping champagne and getting pretty together. It's a blast and it makes you long for when you were a little younger and had nothing but time to hang around with friends and do each other's hair.  

The outfit you decided on is a little outside of your comfort zone, but you like the way you look despite that. The cropped tank top has a sweetheart neckline and it gives the girls a little help, you purchased it despite kind of hating showing your arms. It's summer and it's hot and you want to be comfortable, but it brings you back to high school insecurities for a split second before you scoff at yourself and remember that literally no one cares if you haven't done any tricep extensions in a while… or like, ever.

Because you weren't 100% committed to being bare, you paired it with some high-waisted distressed jeans and  wedges. The jeans are your favorite. They're lived in and the denim is buttery soft. Most importantly they fit comfortably around the waist, butt, AND thighs which is a trifecta that no other denim can ever seem to replicate. Plus, you're pretty pleased at the way the absence of back pockets makes your butt look fantastic.

As you all pile out of the two Ubers you’re taking to the bar, you're getting a little worried about the outfit you chose. It's just that you feel a little out of character. You know the feeling? Like when you try a new shade of lipstick and constantly feel like every stranger on the street can just tell you're trying something new? It's ridiculous. You reach into your purse and feel the check with a cheeky message on the back and remember that you're obviously still banging enough to get a number and decide your midriff showing is A-okay.

You're all excited when you get to the bar and you know a drink or two will loosen you up as will the DJ who is currently settings up to the side of the bar. What is totally not helping you loosen up is the fact that you see the guy who left you his number sitting over on the other side of the bar with his friends. He hasn't looked this way yet and you're not even sure if he'd remember you, but boy do you remember him.

He's got a short sleeved shirt on this time and the sleeves are out in full force with this stupid backwards hat on and as much as you want to hate it, you also want to go down on him in the bathroom of this bar. It's a very tough position to be in. The duality of man.

Sure enough though, girls are dripping off of him. They come and go every few minutes, some taking photos and leaving and some staying for a drink or two before making their exit. You watch for as long as you think you can without getting caught, but decide it's probably best to ignore it all and get your own drink.

To kick off the night you guys do a round of birthday shots. You all whoop and clink a cheers before downing them, but while the rest of the girls continue with heavy liquor, you decide to pace yourself and follow up with a water. The night is young and there's no reason to be the first one to be a mess who tries to leave the bar in favor of finding french fries.

The DJ has finally started up and enough people flood the dance floor that you decide to join, even though you're still sober. It's supposed to be a fun night and it is shaping up to be just that. After a few songs your friends need a refill and leave the dance floor. You're considering grabbing another shot with them but as you get to the edge of the dance floor Tyler is standing there, eyes on you.

He has to speak into your ear to be heard over the music so he's leaning in pretty close when he says, “You never called me.” You're so shocked you actually laugh out loud.

Standing on your tiptoes, even in your wedges, is barely enough to get your mouth to his ear. He's polite enough to drop his head down so you can answer, “Drunk guys leave me their number a lot. How am I supposed to know who's serious?”

He laughs then, before you can even move away from his body. You're up so high on your tiptoes and the music is pulsing through the floor and you haven't had more than that first shot from when you walked in, but you're swaying a bit. Or at least that's the excuse you're going to give when someone asks why in the world would you grab onto his shoulders?

It's not like he minds, because he drops his hands to your waist trying to steady you and is smiling through the whole ordeal. “I have that effect on women. They fall for me all the time.”

You still want to blow him in the bathroom, but you'd really like to slap him first.

“It's good to see you again, I'm just going to go-” you shout up at him while pointing to the bar. You're honestly trying to not get within speaking distance of his ear again; whatever cologne he's wearing is entirely too enticing.

You aren't aware he's followed you back to the bar until you're trying to wave down the bartender and catch a glimpse of his forearm come over your head. He's way taller, so the bartender sees him straight away and comes over. He orders his drink and looks down to you with his eyebrows up, asking you to order yours.

“Vodka seltzer with lemon, please?” You're not above a free drink if he's offering. The bartender grabs him whatever he asked for and you watch him make your drink next. When he places it down Tyler leans in and tells him to put the drinks on his tab. The bartender nods and you grab a few singles from your pocket and leave a tip.

You start walking back to the dance floor after smiling and waving at Tyler in thanks, but he gently grabs your wrist and you turn back to him.  

“Yes?” You try to keep a neutral face, because he's incredibly attractive and buying you drinks which is really all anyone could ever ask for, right? But he's also go the whole fuck-boy vibe going on and you're good on that front, but thanks anyway.

“Can I call you if you don't want to call me?” He's slid his hand down from your wrist into your hand and your heart stutters a little, but you take a deep breath and listen to the voice playing like a siren in your head- fuck boy, fuck boy, fuck boy.

“I'm sure you’ve gotten a lot of numbers tonight. Give a willing participant a call, huh?” He furrows his brows at you, but the smirk never leaves his face.

“Nah, I like a challenge.” You roll your eyes at him, sure that his interest will wane in the face of the willowy blondes that seem to appear out of thin air and onto his side every time you look over at him.

Bless him, it doesn’t though. He keeps making eyes at you all night, but never joins you on the dance floor or approaches you again.

At some point your friends notice and you give them the run down. They're fully committed to trying to get you laid, but you laugh them off and tell them you're all-in on this ladies night. No men allowed.

He does however, pick up yours AND all of your friends tabs that night. You don’t discover it until you all go to pay and the bartender hands you your cards back and says it's closed out already. He asks which one of you is (y/n) and hands you a piece of receipt paper that is inscribed, “Just in case you lost it” with a phone number and a smiley face.

You want to be annoyed, because you all have jobs and there was no reason for that. But, to his advantage, it was a smooth move, since all of your friends are now begging you on the cab ride home:

“Give him a chance,”

“He’s such a nice guy,”

“Have you SEEN his face?”

“Or his body for that matter?!”

You want to slap him a little harder than you did only hours earlier.

As you start peeling off your clothes and taking off your makeup to get into bed, it hits you all at once. This is the first time a guy has purchased you a drink (or all of your drinks) and not expected to end up in your bed or for you to end up in his. He never approached you again after you rebuffed him, and you had to at least give him credit for being a decent human being. It’s a rare find these days.

Laying on your clean sheets and staring up at the ceiling you can be honest, he’s hot and he seems like a nice enough guy. He's not pushy or demanding or intimidating. You’re single and looking, so you’re not really sure why you can’t bring yourself to just text him or allow him to text you. He wasn’t even drunk this time, so your excuse from the first night doesn’t hold water any more.

As you start getting more honest with yourself the closer you get to the cottony-soft feeling of sleep, you decide it probably has something to do with the tiny women that seem to throw themselves at him.

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Here’s the thing: you’re not really self conscious, perse. You’ve spent a lot of your youth being a little upset that you weren’t slim or athletically built, but as anyone can see from a quick scroll through instagram, curvy is in. People are loving some thickness, and even if they didn’t, it’s still helped you embrace the softness in your body instead of poking and pinching at every ounce of fluff.

But, despite all of the acceptance and appreciation you have for your body, you can’t help but be slightly suspicious of Tyler’s motives. Obvious jock, frat-boys have never been your type and the inverse is also true.

You want to write him off as a frat douche, but you are also smart enough to recognize that you're judging him based on his good looks and not his actions- which have been pretty respectful- and realize you're being a little unfair.

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You’re going to have to seriously reconsider your thinking though, because as big as Dallas is, this is the third time you’ve run into him in a month and it’s getting a little ridiculous. It's like the universe is pushing you to give into the ruggedly handsome stranger you keep bumping into.

A stupid coffee. You had to stop for a stupid coffee. It’s beautiful out and it’s a day off of work; a walk to the library sounded so nice and then so did a coffee. That’s all you wanted; a nice quiet day off.

But now, arms laden with books and sipping deeply on your straw, you hear your name being called. Recognizing the voice before you see him, he’s already crossing the street by the time your eyes start tracking his movements. He looks like he just came from a run: tanned, flushed, and sweaty. To top it off, he’s got three leashes in his hand and you’re silently promising yourself you are not going to fall for the dogs. Easier said than done, honestly.

You try to keep your eyes on his face, but quickly decide that it’s less dangerous to look at the dogs. Squatting down, you ruffle their heads and chant repetitively “who’s a good boy,” to all three of the labs and do your best to collect yourself.

“I feel like you may be stalking me,” you risk a glance up from your spot around Tyler’s knees, sitting amongst various colored wagging tails. He looks soft and dopey and you’re not sure if it’s his usual face or if it’s glazed over with love for his pups. Probably both.

“I swear I'm not. The boys were just a little cooped up so I took them for a run,” he smiles that dopey smile and it's squeezing your heart, the obvious love he has for his pets.

“All three are yours?” He's squatting down next to you too, nodding and letting them lick kisses all over his face.

You stand, thighs burning from the prolonged squat and he stands back up with you. The air between you is a little charged, and you feel like you need to fill it up.

“I never got to thank you, by the way.” He does a good impression of a dog then, head tilted and eyebrows curious; you're sure one ear would be cocked if he could.

“For paying our tabs that night at the bar? I think my friends are halfway in love with you after that stunt. But, thank you.” You're still holding your books and your coffee and you feel decidedly like you're in high school again, lusting over the star football player.

Tyler smiles big and bright. “Oh, yeah. Well, you could have called me, ya know?” He puts the hand not holding the dogs’ leashes deep in his pocket. “But I'm glad I won your friends over. How about you?”

The charming bastard.

You can barely help yourself from smiling. The attention is so nice and it's emboldening you to say yes, to just give in and go with it. At the very least you have to let him know it isn't unwelcome anymore, lest he decide to stop trying.You don't want this warm, tingly feeling to leave just yet.

“I think you're well on your way,” you have to look down now, glad you're wearing sunglasses that hide a bit of your embarrassed face and block out some of the happiness radiating off of Tyler.

“So, can I maybe get your number now? Maybe run into you somewhere on purpose?”

You can't even help yourself from tapping your number away into his phone. He's got this beatific smile plastered on his face like you just made his whole day and it's been so long since a man made you feel so fizzy inside.

When he says goodbye to you on the sidewalk as the dogs start pulling him, he assures you he'll call soon and begs you, “Just don't change your mind on me, okay? I worked really hard to get to this point.” He takes your hand and kisses the back of it in parting and you laugh before telling him that he's a “huge dweeb.” He laughs too, head back and mouth open.

“I'm just trying to be a gentleman. Let me charm you!” He waves one last time as the dogs get impatient and tug him away. You can hear him talking to them as he walks away, his voice high and spewing baby talk.

You're so fucked.

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He doesn't even wait 24 hours to call you. You get home from your walk and get comfy on the couch with a book and your phone is buzzing with an unknown number.

“Hello?” You prop your feet up on a pillow and lay back, ready to hang up on a pushy salesman.

“Um, hey. It's Tyler. I was just wondering what you were doing this weekend?” Your mouth drops open in shock because you were just so sure he was going to text you to try to make plans or even worse maybe send out a 'You up’ text late Saturday. But he didn't, he called and he's trying to set up a date.

“Tyler. Tyler? Do I know a Tyler?” He can't see you but you tap your finger against your lip anyway, pretending to be confused.

He takes it in stride, “I'm sure you remember me. Devilishly handsome? Tattooed? I have three dogs? Been trying to get you to go out with me for about a month?”

You decided to skip the first two and you fake an intake of breath, “Right! Rightttt! The dogs. Why didn't you say that earlier. I remember you now- I'm working on Saturday but I'm free on Sunday.”

“Okay. Okay. I can work with that.” He stops talking and you sit there waiting.

“That's it? That's all I get?” You thought for sure he'd be floundering a little. Trying to pick a restaurant or activity or something, but no.

“That's all you get.” You can practically hear that fucking smirk through the phone.

“How will I know how to dress? I need something to go on.” Sure that you've snaked him into giving something up, your smile drops when he responds.

“Well, that sundress you were wearing today was pretty great. Something like that will work just fine. I'll call you Sunday morning to tell you what time to be ready.”

You're still sputtering out half formed arguments when he ends the call, “I'll talk to you soon. Don't change your mind on me.”

After you hang up your phone you kick your feet against the couch in a mini tantrum. “Well, now I have to go shopping,” there's no one home with you except the goldfish on the end table. He looks nonplussed about the whole ordeal.

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You work the lunch rush Friday, but as soon as you leave you head to the mall, because that maybe was the only sundress you own and you're not about to wear it again.

After about two hours of futility you finally find the dress. 

It's a little fancy, he’s a guy and they don’t always know appropriate attire, but you decide to stick with flat sandals and a denim jacket, in case it needs to be dressed down, but still hoping he'd have the good sense to tell you if you needed to dress up. Overall you're really pleased with the way you look in it and you twirl a little in the mirror when you get home and consider how you're going to wear your hair and makeup.

What you're less than pleased about is that by Saturday he hadn't contacted you at all and you're starting to get a little worried. You haven't heard from him in days and maybe he forgot? You saved him in your phone after that first time he called you… the only time he called you, so you could easily text him to make sure he remembered.

You decide against calling him and do your best to smile and hustle for tips all day Saturday. It takes your mind off of Tyler and leaving your phone in your locker after your break keeps you from obsessively checking to see if he tried to contact you.

By the time you get home you're well and truly pooped; ready to shower, moisturize, and hibernate. With your hand shoved deep in your bag, you search for your keys to unlock your door and you feel your phone buzzing somewhere towards the bottom. Rummaging through, you grab your phone too, but see that it's just a text so it can wait.

When you've stripped down, showered, and put on your pajamas you finally crawl into bed and peek at your phone.

Tyler: I hope you haven't forgotten about me.

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The photo is of his dogs and you're smiling before you even open it all the way and zoom in. They're laying on the bed, all over lumps in the sheets which are probably Tyler's legs.

You breathe a sigh of relief, because as much as you didn't want to give in to the obvious attraction you have for him, you're still excited for the date and happy he's not standing you up.

Pecking away a response, you end up sending:

Right! The labs! Tom is it? Ted? I'm so sorry, I'm just terrible with names.

You think he's going to make you wait for a response, since your message was sent almost a full hour after his original one, but he answers immediately.

Your breath catches in your lungs when you open it.

Tyler: Are you better with faces?

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It's a selfie and he's shirtless.

You're really glad it wasn’t a dick pic, because then you'd be forced to never speak to him again and that would have been a devastating outcome, since you are back to wanting to climb him like a fucking tree at the moment.

It's not even like you can see much, he's obviously in bed, head propped up against the headboard. You can only really see a few inches below his shoulders and up. It's not terribly risque, but his shoulders are all tattooed and tanned and well within frame, not to mention his fucking face just, existing like that. Overall it's just a lot to cope with while you're lying in your bed.

After a few deep breaths (and a quick pep-talk that involves you reminding yourself even if you are a thirsty bitch you will certainly not act like a thirsty bitch) you are ready to reply.

Oh yeah. Much better with faces. Thanks for that. I haven't forgotten. What time should I be ready?

He tells you to be ready around 7, that he'll pick you up at your house and not to eat beforehand. Like a little kid on Christmas, you actually have a hard time falling asleep when you send your final message of the night, “I'll be ready,” followed by your address.

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The house has never been so spotless. Of course you wake up an hour before you have your alarm set and can't stop the frenetic energy you have coursing through your body. The anticipation is killing you and it's not even close to 7 yet. So, you start and finish 3 loads of laundry, clean your bathroom, vacuum your floors, and run the dishwasher all before noon.

Deciding that self care is next on the docket, you shower, exfoliate, shave, apply a face mask. It's just barely 4 when you're through, but you start getting ready in earnest anyway.

You've never spent so much time on your hair and makeup, but you know that if you just sit around you'll end up driving yourself insane thinking of all the things that could go wrong tonight.

It's… it's been a while since you've been on a date, if you're being honest. If you're being completely honest, it's been over a year, so you can't help but become a little squirmy at the thought of what lies ahead for this evening.

By 6:30 you've just about worked yourself into a tizzy. You're sat in the kitchen in your robe, sipping a tea you made to calm your nerves when you see the Jeep pull up. It's clearly custom, all black, and you can make out a man sitting in the front seat.

Closer inspection reveals that it is indeed Tyler, aaaaand he's early. Great.

One last sip of tea and then you rush to the bathroom to brush your teeth, for the third time today, and slip into your dress. With one sandal strapped into place you hear three knocks on your door and shout “Just a sec!” in the general direction of your front door. He must not hear you, since the bell chimes about 45 seconds later.

With both sandals buckled up, you race down the hall and stand frozen in front of the door. A few deep breaths do little to calm you down, but you know you don’t have much choice in the matter and you can’t keep him waiting outside forever, no matter how bad you sort of want to crawl under the covers and forget this whole idea.

Opening up the door, you pull it back to find a smiling Tyler, it seems to be his default expression, and it’s really nice for someone so attractive to be so genuinely happy all the time.

He looks incredible, because of fucking course he does. He's got on dark blue jeans with a plain black T-shirt and a backwards hat. Super casual, but somehow still looking like a GQ model. You're glad you didn't choose heels, but are secretly hoping the dress makes you look like a fox, so people don't wonder why there's such a handsome bad boy out with a rumpled potato.

If his reaction can be believed you look fantastic. His eyes do a quick sweep of your body from bottom to top and it's not nearly as stealthy as he thinks it is. When he finally makes full eye contact, he finds your head knocked to the side and a tilted smile, not quite a smirk, but enough to let him know he got caught.

His smile gets impossibly bigger, “Sorry,” he says on a breathy exhale. “Uh, you look… you look really nice.”

It's such a pump to your ego that you can't help but match the smile stretching over his face and you poke a little fun when you reply, “You uhh, look nice too.”

His eyelids drop closed for a second before he looks back over his shoulder, jerking a thumb towards his Jeep, “You ready? I think you're going to like what I have planned.” Nodding, you grab your bag and lock the door behind you.

He’s pulling out all the stops apparently, since he walks next to you the whole way and opens your door before you can get there to do it yourself. Hopping up into the truck you make sure your skirt is free of the door and he gently closes the door for you before walking over to the other side and climbing into his own seat.

He smiles over at you before starting the car. The radio is low and playing a Top 40s station in the background. You can barely contain yourself, you're so nervous.

He must pick up on it because he starts talking. “I was really glad you finally said yes. You were starting to give me a complex.” He looks over at you has he slows his car for a red light.

“I was starting to think you were stalking me,” you say, keeping your tone light.

“I bet it looked that way, but in reality it was just really good luck on my part until I was able to wear you down.”

The light turns green and he accelerates. “Well, the dogs helped.” He does that open mouthed laugh, you watch his eyes crinkle and decide that this was a good idea.

“So, it’s Tyler, right?” He scrunches his nose in your direction, “Where are you taking me?”

He boldly grabs your hand off of the center console and holds it softly before taking the entrance for I-45 and shrugs a shoulder.

“It'll take about half an hour to get where we're going. Tell me about yourself.” He has dropped your hand to the console but is resting his in yours still.

“Ugh, I feel like I'm back in college and the professor is making us talk about ourselves on the first day of class. What do you want to know?” You don't move to pull your hand from his, though.

“Start there, what did you go to college for? I didn't graduate, did you graduate?” His hands are damp and it's sweet that he might be a little nervous, since you're pretty sure you might puke at the continued exposure to him and his entire existence.

“I went to college for human resources. I thought I liked it, but as you know, I waitress now, so I didn't love it as much as I thought I did. I did graduate though.” He asks some follow ups: why didn't you like it, do you like waitressing, where did you go to school, where are you from. He's like a two year old with the barrage of questions that he hits you with.

After the 6th or 7th one you squeeze his hand, and tell him to slow down. “It's your turn. I'm in your car, you could kill me and dump me in the woods and I don’t know more than your first name.”

“You barely know that!” He jokes and you laugh but assure him, “It would be hard to forget your name…” he preens so you knock him back down, “you won't let me!”

He tells you he has two sisters and three dogs, but you already knew that part. He's from Canada and he's here for work. He's been down in Dallas for about 5 years. You ask what he does for work but it makes him look a little squirmy, so you drop off your questioning and instead ask about his childhood up north.

It's the right question; you can tell he's lighting up and you get a beautifully nostalgic recount of boats and fishing on the lake, the stories painted yellow and warm by the bright summer sun.

He slips into talking about hockey and winter, skating around a homemade rink in his backyard with his sisters in the cold after school.

Deciding that this man is deceptively sweet for how fratty he looks, you're getting more blushy by the minute when he pulls into Galaxy Drive-In Movie Theater.

You're officially gone for him.

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You haven't been to a drive-in before, but a friend at work mentioned this a few months ago and you've been itching to go ever since.

He finds a open spot and parks his car.  It's in the middle, far enough from the screen that you're not on top of it, but close enough that you're not squinting. He turns his car off and jogs around to let you out, which is nice. The Jeep is pretty high and you have to literally hop out of it.

“You didn't eat yet, right?” He hasn't dropped your hand from when he grabbed it to help you down out of your seat but you're cool with it, even if his hand is still a little clammy.

“I didn't. You told me not to. I follow directions.” He looks down at you and does this waggling thing with his eyebrows and you groan, tugging him over to concession.

The inside of concession is painted bright colors and it just looks so retro and fun that you can't help but look up at Tyler and smile.

“I did good, right? This is cool?” He looks down at you, but you're too busy deciding on what you want to play into him fishing for compliments.

“It'd be a lot cooler if you brought your dogs. Maybe next time,” you shrug before you realize what you said, but he catches it and is posturing worse than before.

“Next time, huh? Good to know.” Ignoring him, you order a cheeseburger while he grabs two slices of pizza. Moving to the table to wait for it, he continues his interrogation from earlier.

“Favorite movie food?”

“Popcorn. What about you?”

He tells you he likes cookie dough bites and asks the first movie you ever saw in theaters.

“I saw The Little Mermaid with my parents. It was amazing. I felt like such a grown up; they even let me hold the popcorn.”

He gets all smiley at your memory and starts to open his mouth, but the food is called and he gets up to get it and bring it over to your table.

Starting in on your cheeseburger, he tells you he saw Hercules in theaters when he was 5 years old with his grandparents. He smiles as he tells you, but gets that squirmy look again when you start to ask questions so you stop and instead let a companionable silence fall over you as you eat.

When you're both finished he's instantly fidgety. “There's mini-golf here too, but I don't really think we have enough time. We can go across the street though and visit the horses, they're pretty friendly. Then we can grab you some popcorn and hop back in the Jeep before the movie?” He shrugs and looks so unsure of himself that you can't possibly say no to him.

“Yeah, I love horses. Let's do that.”

It's probably a bad idea, because you’re wearing sandals and the dirt surrounding their stable is making your feet dusty, but the horses are beautiful and he was right about them being friendly. They walk right up to you and let you pet them through the fence.

“You know, I've been living in Texas for three years and I haven't ridden a horse yet,” you muse while you stroke the nose of the paint that is leaning against the fence looking for love.

“Me either,” Tyler's attention is focused on a small palomino that has taken a shine to him. “Maybe that can be our next date.”

The way he's scratching into the horses mane like he would a puppy is making your heart flip in your chest, so he's hardly being presumptuous assuming you'll say yes to him again.

Honestly, you'd say yes to a lot of things if he asked right now, looking all rugged and farm-hand chic.

_____

He does grab you popcorn and an assortment of candy for himself before you settle into the Jeep and get cozy watching some thriller you would never have chosen if asked. He was super prepared though, the back seats are missing and he turned the Jeep around so you could pop open the trunk and watch the movie while lounging in a nest of blankets.

You're glad he had the foresight to bring blankets, since you have them pulled up over your eyes during the scary parts as he laughs openly at how wimpy you are.

_______

You're surprised to say the least when the movie is over and he hasn't tried anything at all during it- not even the fake yawn and reach! You're worth a fake yawn and reach!

One would assume he picked something scary so you'd cuddle up to him seeking protection, but he never did more than nudge you with his elbow to get you to drop the blanket from over your eyes.

On the drive back to your house you're mulling it over and considering if maybe he decided he isn't as into you as you thought. The chase was over the second you say yes and he would be moving on to the next.

You're sure you made your attraction to him obvious enough with how you mooned over him as the credits rolled and assured him that even if scary movies weren't your thing, you had a really great time and it was a really good idea for a first date. You even made the move to hold his hand on the ride home.

Now that you're approaching your block you're frantically nervous that you may have let your guard down against your better judgement and will have to nurse your bruised ego after he moves on.

He has to sense how withdrawn you've become, and when he stops the car in front of your house he turns the car off and glances at you. This, right here, is why you haven't been on a date in months. You don't want to play the games.

______

He walks you up to the door and says goodnight and starting to back up a little, but it seems you're feeling brave because you blurt out what you're thinking. “I had a really good time, did you not have a good time?”

He looks taken aback for a split second before he shakes his head, “No, I had a really great time too. Did I give you the impression that I didn't?”

“Oh, well-” no backing out now. You shift from foot to foot uncomfortably, “-you uh, you… you didn't like-” you scrunch your eyes closed because looking at him is zapping you of all of your courage, “-try to kiss me or anything?”

As s soon as the words leave your lips you regret it. You open your eyes because you need to see his reaction and smug doesn't even describe the face he's making.

“Oh, did you want me to kiss you? I didn't want to impose.” As much as you're feeling feisty because he's being a butthead, you're a little calmer because he didn't balk at the idea of kissing you, so he's clearly not averse to it.

You decide he's had enough of the upper hand tonight and even if you can't stand the stupid gleam in his eye that says he won, you step forward and grab the collar of his t-shirt to pull him down to your height.  

He's stunned enough by how quickly you decide you're going for it, so his mouth is gaped open when your lips meet his. You keep it pg and kiss him chastely. It's all too quick, by the time you're biting and tugging on his bottom lip before pulling away, he's just managed to get his hands onto your hips to pull you forward.

You back away. That's all he's getting tonight. His eyes open only halfway, and he's got some seductive bedroom eyes going on, but you're strong in your resolve.

Keys in hand, you look up at him innocently, “I had a really nice time tonight, maybe we can go out again soon, Terry.”

You're inside your house with the door shut behind you, holding in a laugh as you hear him shout through the door, “What the hell was th- IT’S TYLER?!”

#tyler seguin imagine #dallas stars imagine #plus size hockey imagine #nhl rpf #hockey rpf #hockey fic #nhl fic #hockey imagine #tyler seguin fic #this is 17 pages #long post

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92 Things Tag

RULES: FINISH THESE 92 STATEMENTS AND TAG 20 PEOPLE. Thanks, @justhedeepsea for tagging me.This is gonna be so much fun!

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Water 2. Phone call: My Ma 3. Text message: Also my Ma 4. Song you listened to: Tell That Devil by Jill Andrews 5. Time you cried: Maybe a couple days ago...I’m a crybaby.

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: HahahahahaHAHAHAHA I have never dated anyone ever, so HAHAHAHAHAHAHA no. 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yup.  8. Been cheated on: See No. 6. Short answer, no. 9. Lost someone special: Not yet. 10. Been depressed: Been? More like have been since sophomore year. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Ew no, I never wanna be that drunk.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. Azure 13. Lavender 14. Pink (All Shades)

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yeah, this fandom’s been really great for that! 16. Fallen out of love: Yeah. Not a deep love, mind you, or a reciprocated love, but yeah. 17. Laughed until you cried: Multiple times. I love when that happens. 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Oh yeah.  19. Met someone who changed you: Every person I’ve ever met has changed me a little. 20. Found out who your friends are: Yup. We’ll leave it at that. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I don’t think so...

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: None, at this point. 23. Do you have any pets: I don’t, personally, but my family has three cats and two dogs. 24. Do you want to change your name: I used to, I’m still thinking about it. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: My best friend came up to visit me and we spent the weekend together. It was AMAZING. 26. What time did you wake up: Noon. It’s Sunday, the day of rest. 27. What were you doing at midnight last night:  Writing. ;) 28. Name something you can’t wait for: The Last Jedi, New Choices Chapters, James Ashton and Sean Gayle and Leah Myers to be loved the way they deserve, A Power Rangers sequel... 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Two months ago now. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Make myself a millionaire. Don’t tell me money doesn’t solve problems, it does. 31. What are you listening right now: Say My Name by ODESZA feat. Zyra 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I have an uncle named Tom. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: The idea that some people are lesser than others. 34. Most visited Website: Tumblr and YouTube, probably AO3 too. 35. Mole/s: None! 36. Mark/s: I have a scar on my eyebrow from this jerk I went to school with. Long story. 37. Childhood dream: Be a famous Oscar winning actress/author/director. 38. Hair color: Brown. 39. Long or short hair: Reeeeaal short. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Not at the moment. 41. What do you like about yourself: ....my OC’s??? 42. Piercings: Ears, I would get more but I’m not sure what I want first. 43. Blood type: I have literally no idea, lol, hope that doesn’t come up. 44. Nickname: Em, Emmy, Countess (from my main blog) 45. Relationship status: Single af, and mostly ok with it. 46. Zodiac: Cancer! Born June 29. 47. Pronouns: She/Her 48. Favorite TV Show/s: Wynonna Earp, Phineas and Ferb (don’t JUDGE ME), NCIS, NCIS: LA, Still Star Crossed, the new Star Trek series looks LIT.  49. Tattoos: None yet, but I’ve got some planned. 50. Right or left hand: Right handed! 51. Surgery: I had my tonsils taken out when I was younger. 52. Hair dyed a different color: I had a pink streak in my hair in high school. 53. Sport: I used to play volleyball but I sucked at it, like, I was AWFUL. 54. Sexuality: Pansexual 55. Vacation: Scotland, London, Paris, Disney’s Castaway Cay, Mumbai, Hawaii. 56. Pair of trainers: I live in sneakers, so.

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: I’m munching on some carrots right now, so. 58. Drinking: Still drinking water. 59. I’m about to: Watch some Phineas and Ferb. (lisTEN DON’T JUDGE ME IT’S SO GOOD) 60. Fear: Heights, bugs, crashes, The Last Jedi being a mess because it probably will and I’m scared, the idea that some people are inherently better than others because of race, sexual orientation, gender, or religion...lots of things. 61. Waiting for: People to realize that they need to chill out and not be so awful to each other. 62. Want: A billion dollars and to be Queen of the world (That last part’s a bad idea, though, lol. I’d never get anything done.) 63. Get married: I always thought I would, and I’d still like to, but mostly I just want kids. 64. Career: I’m still in school, y’all. But I wanna be a financial planner. 65. Hugs or kisses: I prefer hugs, but right now I have this weird thing about being touched in any way shape or form. 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes, all the way. 67. Shorter or taller: Shorter. I’m about 5′4″ 68. Older or younger: I’m...younger?? I guess?? But I’d rather date someone who’s older than me if that’s what you mean. 69. Pastel or Neon: Pastel! 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: I could literally care less if they were a good person. 71. Sensitive or loud: I’m sensitive and I’m loud about it. I’m loud about everything, TBH. 72. Hook up or relationship: I’d prefer a relationship, but you never know. 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant AF, I am a SCAREDY CAT.

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: Nope. 75. Drank hard liquor: Not on its own. Ew. Why?? That stuff’s AWFUL. 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses:  All the freaking time, oh my GOD. 77. Turned someone down: Yep. One of those ‘nice guy’ types. 78. Sex on the first date: Never been on a date. I might, though, depends on what’s going on. 79. Broken someone’s heart: God I hope not.  80. Had your heart broken: All the time, I had so many broken hearts when I was younger, are you kidding? 81. Been arrested: Noooo, no thank you, cops are terrifying. 82. Cried when someone died: Carrie. Fischer. 83. Fallen for a friend: I...don't think so...

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: Eh. 85. Miracles: A thousand percent yes. 86. Love at first sight: Not a deep love, but sure. 87. Santa Claus: No, but I believe there should be one, and I think Christmas is lit af. 88. Kiss on the first date: I would, yeah. 89. Religion: I do, yeah.

OTHER:

90. Current best friend’s name: Annie! She’s the sweetest, I love her. 91. Eye color: Green/Yellow. 92. Favorite movie: The Mummy (1999), Power Rangers (2017), The Force Awakens (2015), Rio Bravo (old John Wayne movie, it’s so GAY), McClintock (also an old John Wayne movie that has some great points about the dark side of American history buried within provincial Western town fun)

This was so much fun!! Thanks for tagging me, and anyone who wants to do this and hasn’t been tagged this is for you! I’m feeling lazy.

#emmawontshutup #ask games

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Paging Dr.Hart | Seven

I pressed my back against the door as I let out a thick sigh, feeling the stress of the day run through my body. I moved my two fingers to the bridge of my nose, reliving the pressure that built up behind my eyes as I drew in a breath. I could hear Mamrie messing around in the kitchen, the sizzling sound of olive oil riddling my ears as my stomach grumble despite itself.

"Grace, that you?" She called, pulling me from my trance. I could have fallen asleep there, but knew it would be a bad idea. I walked forward, and nodded at Mamrie as she acknowledged my presence. I sat on one of the barstools, letting my feet hang inches above the ground.

"Yeah, Mom, it's me." I mocked, "I got another blue slip."

Mamrie glanced up from the cutting board where she brought the blade down on the orange carrot with a snap. I smiled sheepishly as I scratched the back of my neck.

"Why don't you put it on the fridge next to the other ones," Mamrie taunted as she went back to her cooking "what'd they nail you for this time? Rescuing a cat from a tree, kissing a baby." She looked up with a gasp as she pointed the tip of the knife my way "you saved another life didn't you, you bastard."

I chuckled, kitting my eyebrows together "I may have done a much unauthorized Tracheotomy, but the kid was going to die in front of his whole entire school if I didn't. We couldn't get to the hospital in time if-"

"You don't have to defend yourself to me, Helbig," Mamrie said without looking up from her task "you're fully capable of doing that with your eyes closed. They just a have stick up their ass. And as long as you lay low during leave then-"She paused, looking back up at me "You will lay low, won't you?"

"of course I will," I mumbled into my arms as I folded them and placed my head on my makeshift pillow "I want to get back out there as soon as possible."

Mamrie chuckled again as she moved the chopped carrots into the pan. They began to sizzle, bringing a whole new wave of Oder into my lungs. I yawned, but fought hard enough to keep my eyes open as I watched Mamrie cook. She had almost a rhythmic way of moving, just like when she was preforming a surgery. It was graceful, yet quick.

My phoned buzzed next to me; I clenched my eyes tighter, not wanting to answer it right away, knowing it was most likely going to be Colleen. After another buzz I grasped it, shocked to see an unknown number pop up on the screen.

It was from Hannah.

I heard about what happened today, I'm sorry. I know it must be hard.

I smiled a little at the genuine message before another one popped up on the screen.

I was wondering if you were free for dinner tomorrow night, I'd love to meet up.

I typed out a quick response, which was obviously yes. I sent the messaged before smiling even wider and placing the phone back to my side. Mamrie was glancing up at me again, wonder crossing her features. I just shook my head and got to my feet to get a shower.

I sat nervously at the café table, my foot bouncing up and down as I waited for Hannah to show up. I didn't usually get nervous on dates. I knew that if there was something between me and the other person, then we'd click automatically. Hannah and I had done just that a few weeks earlier, but in a physical way.

I wanted this to work out. If not in a relationship, then in a friendship. Hannah was something different in my eyes. She was kind, and her touch was always gentle. She had a playful nature about her that just captivated me in ways unknown.

"Sorry I'm late," Hannah pulled me from my thoughts as she sat across from me, smiling as always. She was dressed as casually as I was. A dark grey long sleeve shirt hugging her figure. She pushed her sleeves up to her elbows and scanned me with her eyes. "Traffic is a bitch," she said.

We sat at a restaurant that rested in the heart of the city. The night had a bit of a chill to it, but it was still nice enough to sit on the patio with other people who were enjoying their meals. There were lights strung above our heads, shading Hannah's features as she continued to smirk at me.

We both ordered our meals and soon fell into light conversation as we sipped aged wine. Hannah seemed to know a lot about it. It was nice just leaning back and watching her talk about something she was passionate about. Her face seemed to light up with the subject.

"Whoa, I've been talking so much about me," She finally sighed, leaning forward with a dreamy look in her eyes as she leaned her chin on her hand "tell me more about you, all I know is that that you're a paramedic."

I chuckled softly "Well, I am a paramedic... that likes to bend the rules." I mumbled with a smile "I lived here in the city almost all of my life until I went to the army for a year and a half. Then I came back here and started working at the hospital."

"You live with that surgeon, right? Mamrie Hart?"

I nodded, feeling the alcohol still coating my tongue work its way through my body. Dinner had finished an hour ago, but we continued to sit and talk with each other almost effortlessly. Hannah and I could talk for ages. Our conversation wasn't forced or uncomfortable, it was just there.

"Can I show you something?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as I pulled my wallet from my pocket, catching her attention as I threw a 50 on the table and stood. I reached my hand her way. She eyed it for a moment, but hesitantly placed her palm in mine. Just feeling her touch sent electricity up through my arm as goosebumps rose from my skin.

"Sure Grace," she smirked "you can show me anything you'd like."

I chuckled as I pulled her behind me, she followed willingly like a kid as we walked a few blocks from the restaurant. I stopped in front of an old building that had been boarded up. It used to be a coffee house that had a small kitchen fire and was fixed up- but after the expenses it closed down.

Hannah looked more than confused now as I moved to the side of the brick building and pulled the ladder down. I cringed at the sound of metal against metal, but put my foot on the first rung, looking at Hannah for a moment, she looked apprehensive.

"Isn't this illegal?" She asked, her hands in her pocket.

"Only if you get caught," I told her with a wink, "but we won't get caught." I reached my hand back out to her as she sighed slightly and took it. I climbed the ladder, letting her follow as we reached the top of the building.

Our feet crunched against the gravel that coated the roof. Hannah gasped audibly, her face lighting up as she got a look at the view. The building was high enough for us to get a good look at the bridge that lead to the rest of the city. The water reflected the moons light as we stared at the cars, and looked at the balconies decorated with their own personal touches. Our town was small, a tourist spot that kept its charm despite being connected to a larger area.

"It's beautiful," Hannah whispered, her fingers finding mine as they intertwined. She leaned her head against my shoulder as we stood for what felt like a content forever.

"It's not the only thing that is," I whispered back. Hannah lifted her head from my chest with a smile.

"That may be the cheesiest thing I have ever heard," she mumbled with a smile as she brought her lips close to mine. I closed the distance between us. Kissing her tenderly as we enjoyed the rest of the night looking over the place we had always called home.

#GraceHelbig #MamrieHart #Hannahhart #hartbig #fanfiction

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All the asks

1: What are you wearing?Pajama pants and my URI shirt2: Ever been in love?Yes I have 💕3: Ever had a terrible breakup?Yeahhhhh I didn't take it well at all, but it was good for me.4: How tall are you?5 foot 25: How much do you weigh?I'm really not comfortable with this because I will look back at this and hate myself and get into bad habits again.6: Any tattoos do you want?Yes, I have 3 that I really want but 1 that I HAVE to get. It's the outline of a dove I drew and on it says my brothers name, Jason, and it has his birthday and death date. That's what I want to get first. I think I'm getting on my shoulder blade.7: Any piercings that you want?Yeah. I want my cartilage done, my nose, and maybe my eyebrow.8: OTP?There are so many. Adrianette, klance is coming up there, etc.9: Favorite Show?Hmmm... I'd say greys anatomy, bobs burgers, or scrubs lately.10: Favorite bands?NSP, Marianas Trench, The Eagles, and soooo many others.11: Something you miss?I miss hanging out with certain people and I miss not having as many responsibilities.12: Favorite song?Right now its 'Wish you were here' NSP cover but it's originally by Pink Floyd13: How old are you?I'm 1814: Zodiac sign?Aquarius 15: Hair Color?Dark Brown16: Favorite Quote?I have 2: "Im just so happy now, all the fucking time, because I know what it's like to be sad" and "You fight until you can't fight anymore"17: Favorite singer?Singular? I don't have a favorite singer, I like too many.18: Favorite color?Maroon/burgundy or any shade of Red really.19: Loud music or soft?Depends on my mood but generally I like it loud.20: Where do you go when you're sad?I either take a bath/shower, or lay in my bed and cry.21: How long does it take you to shower?Like an hour22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?I mean I CAN get ready in about 10 minutes, but I prefer taking my time and if that happens I can take like 2 hours.23: Ever been in a physical fight?Kind of? I punch a kid once but he never punched me back so no?24: Turn on?Someone who can sing, someone who has a beautiful smile, someone who has beautiful eyes, someone who can joke around all the time.25: Turn off?Really close-minded people26: The reason I joined Tumblr?I actually don't remember why? I think all my friends had one.27: Fears?I have a irrational fear of lighting, like crazy irrational. It's not a huge fear but honestly cars scare me/make me nervous28: Last thing that made you cry?Either a nightmare I had the other night, or thinking about the future and stuff that may happen.29: Last time you cried?I think it was a couple nights ago?30: Meaning behind your urlI'm just a fucking mess all the fucking time, plus clusterfuck was this inside joke me, my friend ben, and this girl jasmine during one of our school musicals had in like 6th grade I think? It just stuck.31: Last book you read?I don't think I've read since school ended? So The Rime of the Ancient Mariner?32: Last song you listened to?No Place Like Home by Marianas Trench33: Last show you watched?13 Reasons Why 34: Last person you talked to?I just Texted my cousin and I just talked to my Stepmom.35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted?He's my cousin36: Favorite food?I always change my mind. But right now peanut butter?37: Place you want to visit?Guatemala, Tobago, Trinidad, Australia, all of Europe, India, Japan, Brazil, Aruba, Bahamas, the rest of the 50 States, pretty much the whole world. 38: Last place you were?Warwick Mall39: Do you have a crush?Yeah40: Last time you kissed someone?Last night when my girlfriend dropped me off at home.41: Last time you were insulted and what was it?I was called fat, ugly and lazy in the same sentence. I think Monday night.42: What color underwear are you wearing?Light Blue43: What color shirt are you wearing?Grey44: What color bottoms are you wearing?They are pastel yellow with teddy bears on them45: Wearing any bracelets?No46: Last sport you played?Baseball47: Last song you sang?Wish you Were Here48: Last prank call you remember doing?God. It was years ago with my friend and best friend at the time Chloe.49: Last time you hung out with anyone?Today with my friend Mike50: Favorite movie?ELF, Prince of Eygpt, and soooo many more.

[artificialqueens]

It's all about Barbie - Chapter 2 (Trixya) - Djoodi

A/N: Hey guys, I’m back with the second chapter! Thanks for all the positive comments! I’m so happy you guys like it :) If you didn’t read chapter one, here it is: http://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/156474539024/its-all-about-barbie-chapter-1-trixya-djoodi

Hope you guys enjoy it! Thanks for reading, and sorry if I made any mistakes :)

Trixie arrived work with a cup of coffee on her hands and her pink heart-shaped sunglasses on. Trixie had so much pink in her life that sometimes her friends - and ever herself - asked themselves if she wasn’t related to Kitten Kay Sera, that woman from TLC’s ’My Crazy Obsession’ who lived life with everything pink. 

She saw that Violet was already there and smiled at her, before quickly going to the employees lockers to let her stuff there. Her face was beautifully painted with the classic ‘Trixie Face’ which was consisted basically in very geometric winged eyeliner that complimented her sky-blue eyes, harsh contour and pink lipstick  covering her huge lips. She really looked like a real life Barbie Doll.

Violet looked like Burlesque dancers from the 50’s. She could rock anything with that attitude and her tiny little waist, even the simple MAC uniform which was a black shirt and leggings. Trixie, on the other hand, said herself that the uniform didn’t match her 'Barbie Doll Fantasy’ aesthetic, although it really accentuated her curves very well. 

“Tell me how it was!” the blonde girl asked, as soon as she arrived on the counter.

“Oh, it was quite nice.” Violet smiled “Jamie said that she knew it already. Like, not 100% sure, but she had always suspected. She said she was happy that I told her the truth and asked me if Pearl was my girlfriend or not.”

Violet took care of her sister since she was eighteen. She was going to college in Boston and her parents thought it was a great idea for her to take her nine year-old sister with her to study there, since they were both too busy working and didn’t care to raise their daughters. At first, Violet thought it was a crazy and selfish idea, but  then she realized that it would be much more traumatic for her sister to live with her problematic rich parents in Atlanta, so she basically was the one who raised Jamie. 

“And what did you answer?” Trixie smirked, watching the purple haired girl roll her eyes. 

“That we are not, bitch.” Violet got her hair in a ponytail.

“Why?!” the blonde gasped.

“Because we are not. At least not yet.” she winked “Anyways, you’re coming to Pearl’s party on Friday, yeah? I’ll kick your butt if you don’t." 

When Trixie met Pearl on Tinder, they automatically clicked. They knew from the moment they started talking to each other live that it wouldn’t work out as a relationship, neither as just sex. So, as they started becoming friends, Trixie ended up introducing Pearl to her other friends, including Violet. Since that, the two girls started this 'casual sex’ kind of relationship, although everyone thought they should definitely date.

"Of course I’m going, bitch. She’s one of my best friends.” the blonde answered “I just don’t know what I’m going to do with Barbie.”

“Why don’t you let her with Kyle?” the other girl asked, putting some cotton swabs for the costumers to wipe something if they needed too.

“Because Kyle is a dick.” Trixie arranged one of the lipsticks “Yesterday when I saw those five missing calls from him he said that ’I wasn’t doing what we agreed with’ and that ’He wasn’t prepared to stay twenty minutes more with Barbie’, well, fuck him! And you know what else? He left Barbie in the park before I arrived! Alone!”

“Wait, what? He can’t do that, no way. She’s a child, Trixie!” Violet replied “Why did he do it?!”

“He said that he had something to do, I don’t fucking go into details when speaking with Kyle, plus he hung up.” the girl gesticulated while explaining “Thankfully a friend of her from school, Melanie, was there.”

“And her hot babysitter was there too.” Trixje though about adding, but decided it was still early to say anything about the Katya situation to anyone who wasn’t Kim.

Trixie was surprised earlier by the friendship request on Facebook she had got from Katya. She didn’t know how the girl found her, although she was fully aware that she had, in fact, told the Russian her full name. At least that meant something… Right? She didn’t knew.

“What are you going to give Pearl?” the blonde asked “I think I’m giving her a vinyl.”

“That’s cool. I’m thinking of something more…” Violet was interrupted by Trixie.

“Girlfriendish?” she raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh, fuck off, Tracy.” she answered, and Trixie cackled “Let’s fucking work, the store is opening in two minutes.”

So they spent the rest of their shifts doing little jokes when there was no one to paint, and also telling the clients about what products were they using on their faces, and helping them to find the right shade of concealer. Trixie liked her job.

***

Katya looked at her watch, waiting for the other woman. When she went to pick up Melanie at school, she had not seen Barbie, which made her assume that the little girl was already in the park with her mother. But, when she arrived, there was no sign of Trixie or Barbara.

“She is probably on the traffic or something. Her dad picks her up in a car.” Melanie explained, as Katya did two buns in the ginger’s hair “Are you making me look like Pucca again?”

“Why, do you prefer Princess Leia?” the Russian asked.

“No, that’s fine.” the young girl giggled “Look, they are coming!” she pointed at the two blondes holding hands, walking in their direction.

“Fuck!…” Katya almost messed up all the work she had done in Mel’s hair, but fixed it.

“My mom told you not to swear in front of me, Kathy.” Melanie teased, because she knew it was the nickname her mother called her friend. She was a younger Ginger, for sure.

“Tell her that she was the one who basically taught me how to swear, Ginger 2.0.” she said, finishing before Trixie and Barbie arrived “Well, hello there.”

“Hey, Barbie’s mom.” Melanie smiled, and grabbed her friend’s hand “C'mon, let’s play!" 

"Be careful, honey!” Trixie yelled before the girls started playing “Oh gosh… I mean, hi! How are you doing?”

“Good! I saw you added me back on Facebook. I saw your little tutorials, you are really talented!” Katya said, moving so Trixie could sit next to her “I mean, not that I spent time stalking you. Not at all. That would be creepy.”

“Relax, I wouldn’t mind if you did. I know I’m amazing.” Trixie theatrically flicked her hair over her shoulder, making Katya laugh “I kind of saw your page too, and noticed that you do have problems with patterns." 

"It’s called high-fashion, darling, you wouldn’t understand.” the Russian faked a Valley Girl accent, making Trixie wheeze “But I’m dressed kind of basic today, huh. We are both kind of looking the same to be honest. Like, black legging and a shirt. Although your shirt is all black.”

“Yeah, I’m still in my uniform. I work at the MAC counter at Macy’s.” Trixie made a bun out of her her big blonde hair “What the hell is written on this shirt you are wearing? I can’t read it, the font size is too small." 

"Oh, it’s just the entire "Bee Movie” script, you know.“ the Russian tried to say it seriously, but she couldn’t help but laugh at Trixie’s surprised face "You didn’t like it?”

“The question is: why?” the younger woman giggled, making Katya laugh even more, but then she just gasped “Oh. My. God.”

“What’s wrong?” the older asked, actually worried.

“Please don’t tell me those are crocs that you are wearing.” Trixie pointed at the baby blue shoe that the Russian was wearing.

“What? They are super comfy! And I even put those little charms on them, the woman in the store said that they were called Jibbitz, I guess.” the woman picked one of them up “This one has this 'unicorn cat’ or some shit like that from ’The Lego Movie’, Spiderman, and the lesbian ’My Little Pony’. And the other one” she picked the crocs up “has this cool butterfly, the hand Mickey Mouse uses to jerk off, and this pink tiger. I don’t know who the fuck is he, but he looks like he’s having a great time." 

"First of all: the lesbian ’My Little Pony’ has a name, and it is Rainbow Dash.” the woman explained “And second of all: crocs are fucking ugly. They are, like, the most ugly shoe ever. The other shoes are ashamed of crocs." 

"Fuck off, toe shoes are way uglier than crocs. Plus, I’m sure your opinion would change if you saw me in nothing but them.” she smirked, lifting on leg up and saw the other blush “Too soon? Sorry.”

“You are gross.” Trixie joked, faking a grossed face, and the Russian cackled.

“I’m just wearing them because I went to yoga today, though. That’s why I’m wearing these clothes. You saw on Facebook how I prefer to dress up, so this is just for especial occasions, I must say. I also don’t really like wearing my hair in a ponytail, I feel like a fucking cheerleader or something.”

“So you like yoga?" 

"Totally! I used to be a gymnastic back in Russia, but there was this crazy twist of fate and now I’m just here looking for a job as a yoga teacher. I’m flexible as hell.” Katya answered, and her phone ringed “Ops, just the second, it’s Ginger.”

“That’s fine.” Trixie smiled.

“Hey, Ging. Yeah, it was fun!” she gesticulated a lot more while talking on the phone “I’m at the park right now. Shut up, cunt. Yay, finally a day that I won’t have to take fucking Melanie off the couch! Do you want to talk to her? Fine, gimme a second. Melanie!” Katya screamed to the girl who was upside down on a play structure.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Come here, Ginger wants to talk to you!” the girl immediately ran towards Katya and stole her phone “Alright then.”

“Is she working?” Trixie asked, and the other nodded.

“Yep. She works a lot, so this kid always ends up sleeping on the couch waiting for her. But she will come home earlier today, which is really cool." 

"That’s sweet.” the younger blonde smiled, tenderly.

“Hey, uh, I wanted to ask you something, you know." 

"Yes?" 

"Do you want, like, to go out or something? We could lunch or, I don’t know.” Katya asked, and Trixie gave her a big smile.

“This would be amazing!” she answered “We can go out tomorrow, if you want to. My lunch break is at 12:30 until 1:00pm. We could eat something at the Mall, what do you think?”

“Great! Do you have any preferences?”

“I’m simple. I just don’t eat meat, and that’s all. The MAC counter is at Macy’s second floor, one of the firsts counters.” Trixie said, picking up her phone that was inside her purse “Here, add your number.”

The Russian woman typed fast, and they saw little Barbie coming towards them. As Melanie ended the call with Ginger, she gave Katya’s phone back.

“Let’s go, mom said she will be home at any minute!” the girl grabbed Katya’s hand and pulled her from the chair “Goodbye, Barbie, see you tomorrow!”

“Bye!” the blonde girl waved.

“I’ll text you later!” Trixie laughed at the Russian being pulled by the six-year-old.

She looked at her phone and saw the name ’Melanie’s hot babysitter Katya Zamo’ and shook her head while giggling.

“What’s up?” Barbie asked, holding her mom’s hand.

“Nothing, sweetie. Hey, tell me about your day!” she smiled, walking towards the place she had parked her car. It was basically at the other side of the park, so they had a long ride.

“Oh, it was just normal, you know.” the young girl walked around a water puddle.

“Well, what do you mean by ’normal’?” Trixie asked.

“I mean, we drew a lot. And played some games, too.” the girl seemed distracted by the ducks she saw in the lake “I ate my lunch and we drew some more after that, and the teacher told us a story. And then dad picked me up. How was your day?”

“Normal too. Sold a lot of MAC’s new highlighter and some liquid lipsticks too. And did a lot of girl’s makeup.” Trixie answered, and thought it was a good opportunity to bring something up “Violet said she told her younger sister she likes girls. What do you think about that?”

“Why wouldn’t she like girls?” Barbie asked, like it was the most obvious thing in the universe “They are half of the population of the world, I think. And they are  really nice! I like girls too." 

"No, honey.” she laughed at the innocence of her daughter “She loves girls. Like… Like Barbie loves Ken, do you get it?”

“Just like you! Now I got it. I think is fine. If girls love her back, it is even better.” Barbie answered.

“Oh. Yeah, just like me.” Trixie was kind of shocked “Get inside the car, sweetheart." 

”Yup, she’s definitely aware.“ she thought to herself.

***

Katya and Melanie were watching Steven Universe on the living room when they hear keys opening the front door. The young girl ran so fast that she almost took Katya down. When Ginger opened the door, Melanie almost killed the woman by jumping on her.

"Holy Jesus, Melanie, you’re going to kill me any day.” Ginger snorted, putting the girl down “You know that I’m a overweigh asthmatic woman and you keep trying to jump on me.”

“Maybe someday you will pick me up.” Mel laughed, and Katya cackled.

“And you, Kathy, how are you?” the woman said, sitting on the couch and taking her shoes off.

“She likes Barbie’s mom.” Mel smirked, and Katya pulled a hand to her own forehead “They are going to get married on the park." 

"Wait what?” she locked eyes with the young girl “Where the hell did that come from, Melanie?" 

"Okay, they are not getting married.” she admitted “But they are going out." 

"Honey, go take a shower while I talk to Kathy over here.” Ginger sniffed “You’re smelling like grass and wet dogs." 

"I think I’m the one to be blamed for the wet dogs scent, but Melanie is definitely the one who is smelling like grass.” Katya whispered as the little girl went to the bathroom.

“So tell me more about this Trixie stuff, bitch.” Ginger asked.

“Well, we saw each other on the park today again. She indirectly told me that she had stalked me on Facebook, which is fine because I’ve stalked her too.”

“How did she told you that?”

“She said my clothes looked normal today because she saw what I usually wear.” Ginger wheezed at the answer.

“And she wasn’t wrong!”

“Oh, shut up. Let me finish.” Katya rolled her eyes “Then we had this discussion about crocs, you called, we decided to go out tomorrow and I gave her my number.”

“And she didn’t give you hers?” Ginger asked.

“No, because Melanie was using my phone.” the Russian answered “She said she would text later. I’ll take a shower now because I really am smelling like wet dogs. But the wet dog was so cute, I couldn’t help but hug him.”

Katya had a quick shower. She was used to take so long there, but her anxiety kept telling her that Trixie could text anytime soon, so she forced herself to be quick. She made dinner for the three of them - and, by dinner, she meant macaroni and cheese - and not one sign of Trixie.

“Calm down, Romeo.” Mel said before taking a sip of her juice “She’s probably just doing normal things that Barbie Dolls do, you know." 

"Your daughter is the snappiest six-year-old in the world, Ging, you do know that?” Katya looked at her friend, who laughed “Plus, what makes you say that I’m Romeo?" 

"Because you are waiting for Juliet, Kathy.” the young girl rolled her eyes.

In the middle of dinner, Katya’s phone buzzed, and she almost broke the table with excitement.

“Holy mother of Jesus, can you please don’t go breaking my house?” Ginger asked.

“I couldn’t if I try.” Katya sang, and immediately opened the messages on her phone, and read it out loud.

Unknown

Hey, It’s Trixie here! Sorry I didn’t text earlier, I was showering :)

“What should I answer?” Katya asked.

“That you were almost going crazy because she wasn’t answering you?” the young girl suggested.

“No way, she’ll think that I’m a psychopath or something.” the Russian said, still thinking “Okay, I got it.”  

Katya

That’s fine :D How are you?

“What a filthy liar!” Melanie screamed.

“Oh, shut up, Ginger 2.0, let me live my life.”

***

“I can’t believe I let you paint my daughter, Naomi.” Trixie said, looking at the girl finishing Barbie’s eyebrows.

“She’s going to look even more like a Barbie when I finish.” Naomi smiled.

Whenever they weren’t at Trixie apartment downstairs, they would go to Kim and Naomi’s place. Naomi used to be one of the popular kids in school, although she was still really close to both Kim and Trixie, who weren’t popular at all. She would often work as a model for different companies. 

She was really tall, skinny, and had this straight beautiful dark hair who went all the way down to her lower back. She was definitely one of the nicest people that Trixie had ever met, ever. 

“So, Barbie, is there any attractive interesting boy at your school?” the brunette asked.

“The boys at my school aren’t really interesting type. The most interesting thing I’ve seen one of them do is eat a worm. And it wasn’t really attractive.” Barbie answered, trying not to move.

“I love your kid, Tracy.” Naomi giggled.

“She learned everything from me, of course.” Kim told them, and saw that Trixie wouldn’t look up from her phone “Tracy, you are so quiet today. Please continue quiet, your voice is annoying.”

“Fuck off.” the blonde didn’t even look away from the phone.

“Who are you texting so much, huh?” Naomi asked “Did you get back on Tinder?”

“Ew.” the blonde rolled her eyes “I’m never going back on Tinder. Pearl was the last one.”

“She’s texting my friend Melanie’s babysitter, Katya.” Barbie revealed.

“How do you know that?” Trixie asked, finally turning the phone off.

“You said it on the park that you would text her later. It’s tickling” the kid giggled as Naomi’s brush touched her face.

“Who’s Katya? That cowgirl you’ve met yesterday?” Kim ate some chips from the bag that she was holding.

“Now close your eyes, Barbie, I’ll glue some falsies on you.” Naomi shook the fake lash for the glue to dry a little bit.

“I’m not sure if she is a cowgirl.” the girl with closed eyes answered.

“Yes, is her. And she’s not a cowgirl.” Kim took the phone off Trixie’s hand “Hey!”

“Why is her name ’Melanie’s hot babysitter Katya Zamo’?” Kim asked, and the brunette girl laughed out loud, along with Barbie.

“She choose it, not me. Now give me my phone back.” she told them, and the pink-haired girl gave her the object “Thank you. Now, before you guys say that I never tell anything to you, Katya and I are going to lunch together at the mall tomorrow.”

“Wait are you serious? Why didn’t you tell me this girl?” Naomi asked “Don’t move your lips, sweetie, or I’ll mess up." 

"Well, we’ve met yesterday and she asked me out today.” Trixie gesticulated “I said yes, and that’s basically it. It’s not like we are dating or something." 

"She wants to, though.” Kim murmured, and Trixie mouthed a 'shut up’.

“Okay, I’m completely done!” the brunette said, and Barbie stood up showing a complete painted face “What do you guys think, huh?”

“Well, she’s definitely looking like 70’s Kylie Jenner.” Kim joked, making Trixie wheeze.

“Shut up, she’s looking amazing.” Naomi snorted. 

“She is.” Trixie smiled “You did a great job.”

“Yeah, you kind of did. Props to you, miss Nicole Paige Brooks.” the asian girl said.

“Fuck off, Kim, you know that I think about this until today!” the brunette screamed.

Nicole was a math teacher back in high school who liked to dress up as a teenager but didn’t look really good while doing it. Once, the woman made Naomi stay after the class just so she could tell where did she got her outfits from. A couple of days later, the girls realized that Nicole was using the exact same outfit as the young brunette. Naomi was so ashamed of it that she actually made her mom bring her some other clothes. And, since then, Trixie and Kim kept calling her Nicole Paige Brooks.

The brunette took some pictures of the young girl, and Trixie did the same. The three friends ate some vegetarian food that they ordered and Kim even made some chicken nuggets for Barbie and herself. They watched “Mean Girls” for the thousandth time, while Trixie and Kim shared some ice cream. When she saw that Barbie was almost falling asleep, she decided it was time to go.

“Thanks for painting me, Naomi.” Barbie smiled “You are really pretty and really good at makeup.”

“Awn, thank you so much!” Naomi bent so she was at the girl’s size “I can paint you whenever you want.”

“I think she might need glasses, Trix, she said Naomi is pretty.” Kim laughed, and Naomi gave her the middle finger.

“See you guys tomorrow, then. Goodnight!” Trixie answered before entering the elevator.

When they arrived home, Trixie changed into her pj’s. She was without any makeup since she had showered before going to Kim’s place. Barbie also changed to her pj’s, but she was still had makeup on, so Trixie just took the little girl to her room and helped her take it off with some makeup wipes.

“How do you do this everyday?” the kid asked, and Trixie just giggled “Not just taking it off, but actually putting it on?”

“You just get used to, you know.” she shrugged “Just like drawing. But on your face.”

“Well, I can draw pretty well. I don’t know about makeup, though.” she tuned her nose up “So, you are you really going out with Katya tomorrow?”

“Yeah, is that a problem to you?” Trixie answered, afraid of Barbie’s reaction.

“No, she’s really nice.” Barbie smiled “Melanie told me she is Russian. And that she used to have a raccoon pet. Oh, and that she loves Indiana Jones. Melanie talks quite a lot about her, but she’s interesting." 

Trixie took a a deep breath, relieved. "She really seems to be a very interesting person. Are you sleeping with me tonight?”

“Can I?” the girl’s eyes shined.

“Yes, sweetie.” Trixie kissed the top of Barbie’s head before standing up to turn the lights off. She then went under the covers and closed her eyes “Goodnight, Barbie, I love you.”

“Wait, can you sing for me?” the girl held her mom’s hand in the dark “Please?”

“Barbie, I’m tired.” Trixie cried.

“Just one tiny song, please. I know how much you like to sing.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll sing a bit of Landslide just because it’s my favorite.

Oh mirror in the sky, what is love?

Can the child within my heart rise above?

Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing

'Cause I’ve built my life around you

But time made you bolder

Even children get older

And I’m getting older too

Oh, I’m getting older too”

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