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mintaka14 · 3 years

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This is a bit of something that got in my way while I was working on the ML ballet AU. Turns out I still have a grain or two of Lila salt in me. Quickspinner’s Out of Your League (from the All That Remains collection) needs the credit for a bit of backstory that I had in mind here. And yes, this is Lukanette. Always.

Lila wasn’t above using her mother’s sense of guilt to her own advantage. She also had no problem with feeding that guilt. A few sighs and teary comments when her mother (yet again) had to cancel on Lila to deal with something at the embassy, or a subtle reminder about all the times Lila had been left on her own in their apartment was all grist to the mill, and Lila had to admit that it had paid off in a big way this time.

Her mother had pulled every string and favour at her disposal for Lila’s birthday party, and Jagged Stone himself was going to be putting in an appearance. Lila was jubilant.

She watched the ballroom at the embassy – how her mother had managed that one Lila didn’t know, and honestly didn’t care – filling up with her classmates and everyone she’d ever met, and she allowed herself a satisfied smile.

Of course, Marinette wasn’t there. Lila had had an enjoyable month of it, tormenting the goody-two-shoes over it, and the beautiful part was that no one had even caught a hint of what she was really doing. She hadn’t been so crass as to leave Marinette out of the party invitations, oh no! She had handed the girl a gilt-edged invite with her most charming, and insincere, smile as she made a point of telling Marinette how much she hoped that Marinette would be there. Their classmates had eaten it up with a spoon, falling all over Lila to tell her how generous and forgiving she was, given the way Marinette had been so hostile to her, and all the while Lila had smiled sweetly and watched Marinette twist in the trap.

If Marinette begged off the party, she was the bad guy for refusing Lila’s olive branch. If Marinette came, then Lila won, and she would get to watch Marinette swallow her pride and suffer all night, or crack and create drama. Either way, it was all good, and Lila had had fun making little digs and comments about the party in front of Marinette for the weeks leading up to it.

As Lila accepted everyone’s tributes and praise, greeting each new arrival with becoming diffidence and subtly trying to gauge the worth of each gift that they piled on the table at the entrance, she came to the conclusion that Marinette had decided not to put in an appearance. Her smile grew wider.

“Lila!” Alya had arrived, and swept her into a hug, surveying the ballroom, and the tables of food, with an impressed eye. Behind her, Nino grinned and bobbed his head in greeting. “Amazing party, girl. And I can’t believe you got Jagged Stone to come!”

Lila gave her a modest smile. “It’s all about who you know, and Jagged was more than happy to come when he heard it was for my birthday.” She looked around as if searching for something, and made her eyes wide and hopeful. “Did… did Marinette come with you?”

Alya shifted uncomfortably. “Er… Marinette couldn’t make it. But she asked me to wish you a happy birthday.”

Oh, no, she didn’t, Lila thought, suppressing the smirk that pulled at the corners of her mouth. Alya, you liar.

She forced her face into a sorrowful pout with just the right touch of hurt. “It’s okay. It would have been nice if we could put aside whatever this grudge is that Marinette has against me just for once, but I guess not…”

Alya and Nino smiled awkwardly. And then her mother touched her arm, a harried expression on her face as she drew Lila away out of earshot for a moment.

“Lila, sweetheart, there’s some bad news,” her mother said anxiously, and Lila felt her smile slip a little. “We’ve just had word that Jagged Stone had to cancel at the last minute.”

“What do you mean, Jagged Stone cancelled?” Lila almost shrieked. A few heads turned towards them, and Lila brought herself back under control before they could overhear. “Mama, you need to fix this. Get him back!”

“Sweetheart, I can’t. His agent said it was unavoidable, and they’re paying the late cancellation fine in the contract. At this late notice I can’t get anyone else to come instead.”

Lila let her eyes fill with tears – she’d practised tearing up in front of her mirror, but in this case the tears were very real.

“Mama,” she insisted, and the harried lines on her mother’s face deepened.

“You’ll still have a lovely party,” her mother said weakly. “The food is wonderful, and you still have the DJ for entertainment.”

“But I told everyone that Jagged Stone was coming!”

“I’m so sorry, darling.” Her head turned towards the doorway, where an aide was waving a phone at her. “I have to go take this call.”

The moment that her mother had turned away, Lila’s mouth pinched with anger and frustration, and she barely stopped herself from stamping her foot.

“Hey girl, is everything okay?”

She heard Alya’s voice call out to her, and she smoothed out her face, spinning around with artificial enthusiasm. Several of their classmates were clustered behind Alya, and she turned a smile on them as well.

“So,” Alya continued, “we’re all really excited! When’s Jagged getting here?”

Lila gave a moue of only slightly exaggerated disappointment.

“Can you believe it?” she sighed, one hand fluttering up to her chest. “Jagged had to cancel. It was last minute, and I’m so worried it’s because that awful throat condition of his has flared up again.” Her hand went to her mouth. “Oh no! You can’t tell anyone about it, no one is supposed to know, but that was why he couldn’t do the zoom call with the class last month like he’d promised.”

There was a ripple of sympathy and concern through her classmates, but then Alix made a sceptical noise at the back of the group.

“Throat condition? But you said it was sunspot interference with the internet connection.”

“No, I was trying to keep his throat problems secret-“

“It was Clara Nightingale you said had a serious throat condition, and that was why she had to cancel helping out with the charity auction like she’d told you,” Alix interrupted.

“No, that was Jagged-“

“If recall accurately,” Max spoke up, “and I do, Clara Nightingale had the throat condition. I could have Markov replay the conversation,” he added helpfully, and Lila spun around in dismay.

“No, that’s not-“

“There have been a lot of cancellations,” Alix said in growing suspicion. Lila could see the faces around her registering confusion, and there was a growing murmur as her classmates tallied things up. She had to stop this before they came to the realisation that…

“What about that interview you promised me with Ladybug?” Alya was asking her, her voice sharp. “The one that got cancelled because of an akuma, except I could never find anything about that akuma, and you never rescheduled. And that meeting that Nino was supposed to have with that director?”

Nino wasn’t saying anything, his face hidden by his cap as he stared at the floor. The muttering was growing louder now as more people were working things out and the number of promises mounted up.

“Oh my god,” Juleka mumbled behind the fall of her streaked black and purple hair. “He was right.”

“Who?” Rose asked, but Alix was talking again before Juleka could answer.

“You didn’t need to fib about Jagged Stone being here to get us to come to your party, Lila,” Alix said as the expressions turned to disgust and disbelief.

“But I didn’t!” Lila protested, and for once she had been telling the truth. “I swear, Jagged really was coming. You have to believe me!”

“I said it was a bit hinky that Jagged Stone would have agreed to play a teenage party like this,” Alix told the group around her.

“I’m not lying!” Lila insisted, her voice growing shrill as the expressions turned to disgust and disbelief. “He did a signing for Chloe.”

“Yeah, well, that’s Chloe, and the mayor himself roped him into that.”

“But my mother works for the embassy! And I saved his kitten!”

Again, Alix snorted, and Alya had her arms folded now, frowning.

“You know, I couldn’t find anything about that online, or about Jagged even having a kitten. The more I think about it, the more I wonder why I believed that in the first place.”

“You believed Marinette,” she couldn’t help the slight snarl at that name, “when she said she designed stuff for Jagged and he came to her house.”

“But she didn’t say that,” Nino pointed out. “We saw all of that for ourselves. But now I think about it, I haven’t seen anything that proves you’ve even met him.”

“But I have! He really was coming, and he was going to sing Happy Birthday to me! He just had to cancel.”

“Sure, Lila.”

After all the stories Lila had spun, and the lies and embellishments, how could it be the truth that they refused to believe? The group drifted away from her while Lila stared after them in open-mouthed shock. She was left in a spreading circle of isolation at her own party.

The only person who acknowledged her existence was the tall boy with the blue hair over near the buffet table. Lila frowned, trying to work out where she knew him from. He was older than her class, and the ripped jeans and scruffy hoodie were out of place among the smartly dressed guests, but he looked familiar, and what was he doing at her party anyway? He raised the vol au vent in his hand in an unsmiling salute.

Lila made her way over to him.

“Now, where do I know you from?” she asked with an attempt at coyness, in spite of the fury still seething through her at her classmates’ revolt. His expression didn’t change.

“We’ve met before. I’m Juleka’s brother, Luka.”

Juleka’s brother. Marinette. She had a sudden memory of the steps outside the school and an older boy with blue hair and a guitar slung over his back, coolly warning her about what would happen if she messed with Marinette or his sister. Her eyes narrowed.

He said, “I just wanted to say Happy Birthday, and I’m sorry to hear that Jagged fell through on you.”

“Jagged?” Lila sucked in a breath at that. “What do you know about Jagged Stone?”

“You underestimated Marinette,” the blue-haired boy said calmly. “It’s all about who you know, isn’t that what you said, Lila? It’s all about connections. Except Marinette’s are real.”

She let out a smothered shriek.

“Marinette did this! How could she-“

Luka was shaking his head. “Marinette didn’t do a thing. She’s been trying so hard to take the high road, and she’s not vindictive. I did warn you, though, what would happen if you threatened someone I care about again – just because I don’t want to play your kind of games doesn’t mean I can’t or won’t.”

“Then you turned them all against me! You-“

“I didn't even need to do that,” Luka said, and gave her an infuriatingly composed smile. “In the end, all I really needed to do was tell my dear old dad how you treated his favourite designer. I didn’t even have to bend the truth to do it, and the music just played from there.”

Lila’s mouth fell open. “Jagged Stone… is your father?!”

“Surprised the hell out of me, too,” Luka muttered, and finished the pastry he was holding. He dusted the crumbs off his hands.

“Connections,” Luka said, and shoved himself away from the table. “I have them too, and I’m more than willing to use them for Marinette’s sake. Thank you for the lovely party.”

He gave her a little wave and walked away, leaving her standing there in the ruins of her reputation.

#Lila salt #Lukanette endgame

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kristenbeeapples · 4 years

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People Fig Lets Braid Her Hair (been thinking about this a lot since her saying she never has it down)

Ooh a good prompt, thanks friend!! Sorry it took so long, but *gestures vaguely at the world* shit’s wild rn. Hope you enjoy!

When she was younger, it was Gilear who braided her hair. Her

mom did it a couple of times, but both she and Fig hated it, and it almost

always ended in one or the other in tears. Gilear was gentle, and patient, and

knew lots of fancy elven braids that made her the envy of all the other girls

in her grade, and so the task fell to him.

Every morning she would sit down with her dad and chatter away

– about what she was doing at school that day, or the drama going on with the

other cheerleaders, who liked who in her class – whilst he murmured soft

agreements, his hands moving deftly through her hair. It was often the best

part of her day, a moment of stillness amongst the gymnastics and ballet and

the hundred-odd other after-school activities she took part in. Even as she

grew older and learned how to her own hair, every now and then, when she wanted

to look especially nice or just couldn’t be bothered, she would sit down in

front of her dad with her hairbrush and wait until he sighed and put down

whatever he was doing to fix it nicely. It was as reliable and steady as a

ticking clock; if she needed it, he would be there.

Until, of course, her horns come in, and Gilear can’t even look at her any more, let alone sit close enough to touch her.

She keeps her hair loose for the first few weeks after he

leaves, hoping it’ll disguise the burgeoning horns, but eventually it becomes

clear that nothing will keep them hidden. The rebellion kicks in, then: fine,

let everyone see them. Let everyone see who she is.

In the bathroom, alone, Fig attempts to do one of the fancy

braids that used to come naturally, but the hair won’t sit right on her horns

and she gives up after she almost stabs herself trying to section it off. She

settles on a thick braid that starts halfway down her head, half falling out of

the bobble, messy and wild and untameable, just like her.

It’s perfect.

At a sleepover a few months and daring adventures later, Fig

puts the finishing touches on a braid in Kristen’s hair. “There, all done,” she

says.

Kristen, excited, scrambles up from the floor to look at in

the mirror of Fabian’s en-suite (the bastard), leaving Fig to survey

the room. They’re all sleeping over at Fabian’s after what was supposed to be a study session descended into the usual chaos and it got too late for any of them to bother going home. Fig has declared this a Sleepover, with a captial S, which means secrets and braiding each other’s hair and makeovers and all sorts of fun she hasn’t gotten to do in ages. She’s excited.

None of the Bad Kids other than her really did sleepovers

before they met each other, and she’s secretly delighted to get to teach them all the

best sleepover activities. In the corner, she has Adaine very carefully painting

Gorgug’s nails, both of them already sporting new hairstyles from Fig. Fabian

and Riz are sat on Fabian’s bed being boys and playing video games, but

Fig is scheming ways to get them involved. She reckons she can persuade – or, more

accurately, bully – one or both of them

into a makeover before the night is over.

Kristen bounds back from the bathroom, grinning. “It looks

great, thank you!” she says. “Come on, your turn.”

Fig blanches. “Oh, you don’t have to-”

“I want to!” Kristen says. “Sit.”

Fig sighs, and gives in, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

Kristen stands behind her and begins to untangle her hair from the braid it’s

currently in. Fig winces. Kristen is not the most careful person in the world,

and it feels less like getting her hair done than getting her hair pulled out.

“Ow!” she yelps loudly after a minute as Kristen yanks a

particularly big chunk.

“Sorry!” Kristen says. “I think I’ve almost got it-”

“Kristen, what are you doing?” Fabian asks, pausing

the video game to look over at them.

“I’m braiding Fig’s hair!” Kristen says, defensively.

“You’re destroying Fig’s hair. Stop it.” Fabian says,

getting up and shooing Kristen away.

“Rude,” Kristen says, but there’s no animosity behind it. She

goes to sit beside Riz on the bed.

“You can play with me,” Riz says, tossing Kristen one of the

controllers. “Fabian’s just grumpy because he was losing.”

“Was not,” Fabian huffs, as Kristen giggles.

“What the fuck is happening?” Fig says, trying to turn

around and see Fabian. He grips her head and pushes it forward.

“I’m doing your hair. Properly.” he says firmly, and starts

brushing out the mess Kristen had created.

Fig braces herself, but Fabian is surprisingly gentle, and she

can tell as he starts to plait her hair with deft hands that he’s actually,

like, good at this. “Where did you learn how to do this?” she asks.

“Mama,” Fabian says, voice slow as he focuses. “Cathilda

braids her hair normally, but she wanted me to learn. It’s elven tradition. You

learned from your mom, right?”

“Mmm,” Fig says, thinking of Gilear, “Right.”

A few minutes later, after Riz has handily beaten Kristen in

several rounds of the racing game they’re playing, Fabian steps aside. “Done,”

he says.

Fig takes out her crystal and opens up her camera to take a

look. It’s different than how she normally does it, fancier, and somehow Fabian’s

tied bits of gold in there (where did he even get those?), but it looks really

good. She looks up at Fabian, who is trying to look nonchalant, and smiles. “I

love it,” she says.

“You do?” Fabian says. “I mean, of course you do, it’s

great. I’m great.”

Fig jumps up and hugs him in the middle of his backpedalling.

“Thank you,” she says, softly.

He relaxes a little and hugs her back. “You are very welcome,”

he says. “If you tell anyone else at school about this –“

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll beat me up, I know,” Fig rolls her eyes

as she breaks the hug. “Alright, your turn.”

“Excuse me?”

“We’re giving Fabian a makeover,” Fig announces to the room.

“No!” Fabian groans as the others cheer, but when Fig looks back at him he’s smiling.

Fig grins wide and grabs her make-up bag. “Let’s do this!”

#my fic #asks #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fig faeth #fabian seacaster #gilear faeth #the bad kids #honestly fig/fabian is an underrated friendship #like... half-elves who think they have daddy issues but actually have mommy issues #or just issues #both the 'cool kids'#both desperately trying to hide their feelings and pretend to be someone else #both bicons #just very good pals #also there is no way kristen -3 to dex is good at braids sorry friends #that's why she always has her hair in a ponytail lol its easier #allsevenmaidens #thank u allison for nearly single-handedly providing my blog with content lol

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babybatscreationsv2 · 3 years

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A King on a Leash ch5

Marvel | Starker

Tony Stark is a powerful man with a beautiful husband and a loyal crime family, but it looks like he didn't keep his husband on a short enough leash. After turning Peter lose on a Cuban gang leader, Peter's life is in danger. The real trouble is that Tony now realizes that Peter is the only thing in this world that he cares about and he never meant for that to happen.

Sequel to A Doll on a String

Rating: Explicit

Full Fic

A Doll on a String

Warnings under the cut*

Warnings: murder mention

"We are officially married," Peter said. His skinny fingers traced patterns on Tony's arm. He'd taken to getting manicures, which he made Tony get as well, though he kept his nails quite short to avoid breaking them. His nails were shiny and beautiful. Tony supposed his must be, too, but he thought it suited the dainty quality of Peter's more slender hands.

"The last year didn't count?" Tony asked. He was so warm with Peter laying back against his chest. All he could smell was the natural oil of his hair. He could stay like that the rest of the day and he wouldn't complain.

"It did, but now it's officially official."

"Because why, exactly?"

"Because we had sex and no one even got off and it was still nice. Lazy, afternoon, love making, with no agenda is on the list of married people things."

Tony smiled. He'd like to make a habit of it. Stuffing himself into Peter's ass and then sleeping that way. "It's not too late for someone to get off."

"No, it is. I'm not horny anymore. I'm just happy."

"Me, too. Do we have to say our vows now or...?"

Peter laughed. "You can profess your love to me if you want. I don't mind."

Tony hugged him tighter to his chest and kissed the top of his. "Peter Benjamin Parker-Stark, I love you more than life, money, or power. I am completely whipped. Your slave in the bedroom and out-"

Peter turned around, laughing, and kissed him. "It's cute that you think you're joking."

Tony soaked in the sight of his smile and his shinning eyes. "I wouldn't lie about a thing like that."

Peter went to say something, but Tony's cell phone rang, cutting him off. Tony kissed his forehead. "Sorry, baby."

He picked it up from the nightstand. Happy.

"What's up, Hap?"

"I've got everything lined up for the weekend, but we've gotta talk about the security situation on your end. Do you really want to go in with only two guards?"

Tony sighed. How many times did they need to have this conversation? "You know we don't take men into the meeting, Hap. It doesn't matter how many people I have waiting outside the door."

Peter kissed his cheek. He slipped out of his arms and out of bed. Watching him walk away, Tony almost missed what Happy said. Fuck, that tiny little waist. Fucking perfect ass. He had a bruise on his hip that Tony could remember the exact moment he had held him hard enough to put it there.

"-heard some stuff about Toomes," Happy was saying as he tuned back in. "If I can't be there, I want more men watching your back."

"The more men I have on me, the more opportunities we have for betrayal. I'll take only the best, the ones you trust the most. I'm counting on you to look after Peter."

Happy sighed. "Yeah, I thought you'd say that. What about Rhodes?"

"It'll look suspicious if I bring a Capo with me. Now, I do have a real job for you."

"What's up boss?"

Tony looked toward the door. He couldn't be sure that Peter wasn't eavesdropping, though if he'd wanted to then he could have just stayed in the room. He didn't want to worry him.

"I need you to find out what you can about Suarez. Does he have family, partners, enemies? How many people did we piss off and who should be kissing our asses?"

"Should I be worried?"

"Just dig up what you can, but don't side line Peter's security this weekend. Suarez comes second."

"You got it, boss."

"Thanks, Hap."

Tony climbed out of bed. He followed the smell of garlic and basil downstairs to the kitchen. He rounded the corner and found his husband, dressed in one of Tony's band T's and nothing else. He stood at the stove, stirring a pot. When he heard Tony in the doorway, he turned and smiled.

"Spaghetti night!" he called.

"Sounds perfect, angel." He stood, watching him work, thoughts swirling around his head. How did he protect this life they had? What more could he do? Once Happy provided them more information he could come up with a plan. Natasha would be a vital asset in tearing down anyone who might be dangerous.

She was the only one of his Capos who focused less on the money, the schemes, and more on the artistry of it all. She liked to strategize, infiltrate. Tony provided her the opportunities. Aside from being an old friend, that was why she joined the family. And why she stayed. They worked hard to keep her identity a secret.

"I know the view is incredible, but I could use a hand you know," Peter said. He had this way of smirking that was far too playful to ever be cocky.

Tony joined him at the stove and gave him a kiss. Then he grabbed the supplies Peter had set out on the counter and started preparing the meat balls. Peter chatted to him about his day as they worked.

"There's been a lot of drama lately," he started. "We're doing Cinderella next and of course Gwen in Cinderella. She's been Cinderella since we were kids. Only Tiffany is determined that she should be Cinderella all of a sudden."

Tony couldn't care less about the backstage drama of ballet, but it mattered to Peter so he listened and he didn't miss a word.

"How does Gwen feel about the great Cinderella debate?"

"Honestly, I don't think it ever occurred to either one of us that anyone else would be Cinderella. It makes sense, I guess. Sometimes we ought to share the spotlight. Still, everyone has their roles. It makes preparing for a new performance a lot easier if we don't mix it up."

"Since when do you like things easy?"

Peter smiled at him, eyes a bit surprised. "You're right. We should switch it up. And ya know? I'll step down as the prince and Gwen and Tiffany can sort out who's gonna be who."

"Won't that be controversial with the donors," Tony chuckled.

Peter fake gasped. "Mr. Stark, are you homophobic?"

"Terribly. I won't have any homophones in this house."

"Am I pregnant? Because I think that was a dad joke." Peter wrinkled his nose.

"Should I be worried?"

"Better start painting the nursery," Peter teased.

They had talked about kids a while back and whether or not they might want one. Peter was certain that he didn't. Tony couldn't stand the idea of ending up like his father. Besides, he had enough to worry about when it came to Peter's safety. For sanity's sake, he was happy never having children.

"What did Happy call about?"

Tony didn't flinch, so used to lying. He avoided lying to Peter as much as possible, but this wasn’t something he needed to worry over.

"He was just double checking the security situation for this week. He wants me to take more guards in." He tucked the meatballs into the oven.

"And you won't, of course," Peter smiled fondly.

"Who wants to be the guy who brings an army to dinner?" Tony laughed, drying his clean hands with a towel.

Peter abandoned his noodles to put his hand on Tony's cheek. "I want you to be the guy who comes home to his husband." He turned away again with a sad smiled to drain the pasta.

"You don't have to worry about me, angel. It's only a meeting. Just an annual check up."

"They're still mad about Octavius," he said. Tony watched him pour the water out, sad little frown on his lips.

"Toomes doesn't want to let it go, but Fisk is on our side," he assured him. Peter turned away from, setting the pasta aside.

"And what kind of war will we be in if he convinces Martin Li to take his side?"

Tony wrapped his arms around him. "Are you scared, angel?"

Peter caught one his hands and pressed his fingers to his lips. "Not as long as you're here. I'm only scared when you're gone."

"I'm never gone, my angel. You and me, we're so entwined. You are the greatest extension of myself, the best part of me."

Peter turned in his arms and placed his hands around his neck. "How did we get so tangled up?"

"It was just meant to be, sweetheart."

Peter pressed up to give him a kiss. The heat of his mouth traveled through him and craved more. He pinned him back against the counter, held in his arms. Their lips moved together, the sharp smacking, sucking, sounds of their mouths louder than the sizzling in the oven. Tony kissed him until they couldn't breathe. Then he pressed his lips to Peter's neck. He moaned, pressing against him, as Tony sucked a deep mark into his skin.

"More," he breathed.

Tony held him tighter, fingers digging bruises into his skin. He sucked another mark into his throat, right in the front where there was no mistaking it. Peter sighed happily.

"Again," he giggled. Tony laughed, too, but his lips left his neck to reclaim his lips. He didn't let him go until the smell coming from the oven threatened them with burnt meatballs.

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Agony. It was dramatic and codependent, he knew, but that didn't make it any less painful as they parted ways. Technically speaking, they would only be an hour's drive apart, but it felt like so much more. He hoped it would be good for him in the long run. They needed some distance. They spent so much of their time wrapped up in each other. Tony couldn't afford to forget who he was.

The rules of their yearly meeting were that it had to be on neutral ground. Which was the only reason none of them had put any money into what was easily their favorite hotel. None of them owned a square inch of the place or any of the people inside it. So it was safe to assume that there wouldn't be any surprises.

Tony never made a reservation. He didn't want anyone to know which room he would be in until he was in it. Being Tony Stark, of course, they made sure he had one of their luxury suites whether or not there was one available. He didn't have to own the place to gain that kind of privilege. It was the sort of thing he took for granted and that Peter would have appreciated more.

The room wasn't much smaller than his old condo. It felt oddly empty. Tony made himself at home on the couch, trying to fill the space. Four guards joined him in the living space. A fifth walked the line of windows, checking rooftops. He killed time before the meeting by sharing an anecdote with his men. Their laughter helped him settled, helped him feel more in control. Then it was time to freshen up and meet the others in the meeting room.

Tony's suit was navy blue with a yellow and gray stripped tie that demanded attention. A tie Peter had picked out for him the last time they went shopping. He said he needed more than black in his wardrobe. Which is how the blue suit ended up in his closet. Not that Tony didn't own anything colored, but when he was in 'Boss' mode, it was black on black. This meeting was different from his normal work though, so it demanded different attire.

He wasn't the first person to enter the room. Fisk was there already waiting. Once upon a time, he'd believed in always being the last man at the meeting. Until Vanessa had asked him to change that. She said that while the last man may have style, he's also the last to know if there's danger. The first one in could lay a trap for the others.

"Wilson," Tony greeted. He received a smile that was more confidence than greeting.

"Tony," he answered. "I'm glad you're here before the others. I wanted to thank you."

Tony took his seat. His guards were left outside the door where they pretend to be indifferent to Fisk's own men. He knew they talked once the door was shut.

"There's no need. I can hope you would do the same for me."

Fisk nodded. Then he sighed. "Cherish him, Tony. There may come a time when these memories are all you have left."

"If Adrian has his way, that's exactly what will happen."

Fisk waved his hand. "Ever since you gave up the weapons trade, Toomes has been too big for his britches. His designs grow more complex, more dangerous. One day, he will blow himself up and we will be free of his temper." The man chuckled, Tony smiled.

"Hopefully soon," he said. That made Fisk laugh.

The door opened and in walked Martin Li. As always, his suit was white, but trimmed in black in a way that created an almost cartoonish effect.

"Fisk, Stark," he greeted. Tony noted how he made a point to meet both of their eyes. He wondered if Toomes was getting to him. Li had once been Fisk's apprentice. Once, that had meant a lot to him, but Tony wasn't sure it would be enough if Toomes brought up Octavius again.

Toomes arrived soon after. He greeted Fisk and Li, only acknowledging Tony once he had sat down.

"Now that we're all here-" Fisk started.

"Sure, all," Toomes sneered.

Fisk ignored him. "I want to cut to the chase. We have always been five strong. I don't believe it would be wise to change that now. Octavius trusted no one and so left no one to replace him, yet, there is one option we might consider."

Tony was surprised. It made sense to bring someone else in, but he'd been so focused on how to keep Toomes at bay that he hadn't considered a nomination.

"Harry Osborn," Fisk proclaimed.

"Osborn?" Li asked. Tony was pleased that he seemed as taken aback as he felt.

"I know he isn't one of us, but his father had made preparations to step into the circle should we allow it."

Tony scoffed. "You mean, if he and Octavius succeed in killing me and you needed a chair filled."

"Harry Osborn is not his father. He's eager to prove himself and he's prepared to play by the rules."

"I think it's a great idea," Toomes said.

"You mean you want someone else at this table who hates me."

"Now what reason would little Harry have to hate you?" glared the man with the hideous hooked nose.

"He is quite young now that you mention it," Li said. "Practically a child."

Fisk shrugged. "I think he's the best choice. Especially if we each took the time to train him, help him get his feet on the ground. We could give him a trial period and if it doesn't work out, we'll feed him to the wolves."

"Seems like a lot of effort just to have five at the table," Li said.

"New York is a big city," Fisk countered.

"He has a point," Tony said. "If Osborn takes over Octavius's territory, it keeps us from spreading too thin. Besides, we've been arguing for a year now over who gets which of Octavius's operations. Meanwhile his men run rampant doing as they please."

"Exactly," Fisk agreed.

"And how will we convince them to respect this privileged child who is nothing like them? We at least climbed our way to the top. They respect that we were once grunts ourselves," Li asked.

"He'll have to make his own way whether he establishes fear or respect," said Fisk.

Tony flinched. Harry and Peter had a history. If Harry became a boss, if he managed to successfully take over Octavius's territory... What would Peter think of Harry then? What would he think of Tony?

#starker #marvel #mafia au #au fic #murder #a king on a leash

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dumbdancemomssideblog · 4 years

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S1E1: The Competition Begins

okie dokie first ever episode of dance moms rewatch starts now :0 i actually remember watching this the very first time it aired on lifetime because i was channel surfing and saw a commercial for it earlier that day. that was the summer between 8th and 9th grade. ah memories... i didnt know what to expect because i did dance when i was a kid but not on a competition team and it was mostly ballet so i was pretty unfamiliar with this whole world.

anyway lets begin. this is probably gonna be a longer post than what i’ll end up writing for the other episodes in season 1 bc the first episode introduces so much info, just a heads up

Act 1: (aside: yes its insufferable to divide this into “acts” when its really just like “segments separated by commercial breaks” but thats how they’re called in actual tv scripts so im just going with that cuz i cant think of a better/easier way uwu)

god this is so fucking early 2010s lmao

i miss these days where they were just talented nobodies from pittsburgh on a low budget reality tv show that nobody even knew would be successful. and the bad hair and makeup but idk if that was also just a 2011 thing lol

THE REAL HOUSEWIVES GREEN SCREEN INTROS IM DYING

the chalkboard !!!! they werent doing the pyramid on the mirror yet

(apparently abby never did anything similar to the pyramid thing but the producers made her and it became a whole Thing on the show and thats why the moms were like wtf is this bullshit the first week)

mackenzie looks like a toddler. chloe is so tiny. theyre the 2 who changed the most physically over the course of the show

i remember watching this for the first time being used to ballet lyrical and jazz but never having done or really seen acro/gymnastics in dance choreo and being SO flabbergasted. i was thinking “a chin stand is not dancing what the actual hell” and yknow what? i was right

melissa: “my boyfriend knows how much i spend on dance because he signs the checks...............hermehhemrherrmehermh” (the most awkward laugh omg)

maddie is wearing a fucking bumpit in her hair i cannot

melissa deadass just said out loud “im here for my daughter im not here to make friends” ok everybody mark that one off on your catty women’s reality tv show bingo card!

camera man accidentally getting in the shot filming right in front of the huge wall-mirror.... what is this, amateur hour? i’ll let it slide since its the first day of filming rehearsal but step it up, boys

aw i forgot about maddie getting sick and crying :/ poor kid

melissa saying “i cant stand a chid that’s sick” sounds so edited like the intonation made it seem to me like they just cut her off mid-sentence i love lifetime

oh this was still when they were wearing normal stuff to class/rehearsal like black leotards bc they werent getting sent a trillion crazy 2-piece dancewear outfits for free yet bc they werent famous, man those were the days

Act 2:

[obligatory b-roll footage of downtown pittsburgh]

the maddie chloe paige trio !!!! this is making me feel so nostalgic

“knees together, paige. you’re bow-legged, you need to fix that”

“you’re tall, you’re skinny, you’re a beautiful girl, you can do better than this. FOCUS” shes like 10 abby what the hell

“people think im tough and i guess i am but i would rather be the one to make your kid cry in the privacy of my studio than at an open-call audition in front of hundreds of people”

okay unpopular opinion alert: i agree with a lot of what abby says about stuff like this but her delivery is flawed, to but it euphemistically, that being said i think the production team of the show and the fame inflating her ego changed all of this somewhere over the course of the second season and its really sad to see :/ i can expand on that thought later tho

aw paige crying bc abby correcting her (but not saying anything personal or out of line, just technique corrections (at based on what we were shown, we dont know everything she said oop)) shes a sensitive kid she never should have been put on this show :(

paige looks exactly like her mom i didnt realize that before

nia and holly were done so dirty throughout the whole series in terms of the narrative the producers set up about nia being the weakest link :/

Act 3:

cathy’s entire involvement in the show from the very beginning was so painfully obviously scripted (or at least heavily staged)

vivi was also done dirty by the show’s narrative and she was only 6 and they presented her as like the butt of the joke bc her mom’s “character” was crazy and also she wasnt good at dance. i wonder how she feels about the show now that shes a teenager hmm. she really seemed not to give a fuck about dance for better or for worse when she was a kid tho so maybe she doesnt care ?

in what universe would an owner of another competitive dance studio bring her own kid to another studio more than an hour’s drive away, AND be under the impression that she could compete with them in a week, especially when they showed the kids’ and moms’ shocked reaction at the start of the episode to having to learn a dance in a week and compete it? like really what is the point of cathy and vivi being a part of this show im so ????

Act 4:

THE MINISTER DAWN OUTBURST HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT THIS

this fight is about 50% of what got them a full season 1 and then things took off from there tbh. the other 50% was the electricity dance but thats a point for next episode..... :)

“you’re a minister act like one” “YOU’RE RIGHT I AM A MINISTER! LET’S PLAY THE BIBLE GAME ABBY, WHEN JESUS SAW THINGS THAT WERE WRONG HE WENT AFTER THEM, AND YOU’RE NOT GOING TO DO THIS TO MY KID” ma’am i think the wrongs jesus addressed were of slightly more importance than a preteen being told she cant take a dance class if shes violating the studio’s dress code

this is so good bc it wasnt staged afaik and there are regular students all throughout the building just STARING at them like lmao what even is going on, so im pretty sure this is real???

regardless, yeah dont wear socks and a tshirt to an acrobatics class, thats common fucking sense

another cameraman-in-mirror sighting, but its hard to think about angles when filming spontaneous drama like this, so i wont count it against them

“you called me fat” (i remember that being in the episode but thats not on the episode available through lifetime on demand that im watching from my moms tv hmmmmmm) “i told you to close and tuck in your two-piece costume, theres a big difference. HOW CAN YOU REMEMBER THAT BUT YOU CAN’T REMEMBER TO TURN YOUR FEET OUT” uh scream

she really called the police on this woman i cannot handle this. can you imagine being a police officer responding to this call?

“we have a parent thats out of control. pardon? no shes doesnt have weapons, just her mouth” iconic

im sorry im still not over the hair and makeup. the flat hair with the side bangs. the black pencil eyeliner applied all the way around the eye. why did any of us think this was a look :( why did we do this :(

Act 5:

they went all the way to phoenix to compete 3 numbers, only 2 of which are shown in the episode.

i think this is the only time they ever went to west coast dance explosion because its an actual competition and they wouldnt allow filming after this lol i think they did go to wcde one weekend in addition to a competition where they were filming but it wasnt shown or mentioned at all

abby not wanting brooke and paige to have a french manicure on stage if theyre the only ones in the group with the french tips is perfectly valid idk why it was framed as some crazy micromanaging shit

i also am really not a fan of the whole “high functioning alcoholic wine mom/crazy stage mom” schtick they were pushing for the first few episodes of this show

in retrospect i feel like so many of the quips in this episode were intentionally fucking crazy just to get the audience engaged enough to want to watch more episodes...

“see those girls down there, those girls with the legs? thats who you’re up against, so step it up”

abby warning them that its dangerous for their little party hats to slip when they’re doing aerials and pirouettes and stuff: “what if you were at radio city music hall and they had the ice rink out and you were doing a side aerial and fell 13 stories down and died, huh?” fantastic point abby thank you for saying that to 5 girls ages 8-12 less than 5 minutes before they went on stage. perfect time for a teaching moment like that :)

i forgot how bad the camera work was in the first few episodes for footage of their performances. like they really didnt think the show’s audience would actually want to watch the kids dance, the producers and editors thought we just wanted to see stage mothers yelling at each other lol

also the mic feed over the music of abby talking to herself giving them corrections while watching them dance on stage.... im so glad they quit doing that. i dont remember them doing it like that for any other episode, i hope im right

this choreo is very basic and its a cute dance i guess but its very cringe in some places and for the first episode this is such a forgettable group routine

their scandalized reaction to placing third and the sad piano music is so funny honestly

and maddies reaction in the interview which was almost definitely fed to her by the producers where shes like “i win all the time i dont really know what its like to LOSE i always win or get runner up” so many of maddies lines from season 1 interviews sound so fake and she was probably too naive to know they were getting her to say that stuff so they could paint her as a conceited brat (she was EIGHT)

the trio costume was so ugly im sorry (is it supposed to be like a 50s pinup bathing suit?) (and the headband thing looks so bad) and also the music is bad but they had no real authority over that bc of copyright stuff

chloe’s headpiece coming forward and the ensuing drama was another moment in the episode that really solidified public interest in the show imho....

“YOU’RE IN THE BAR HAVING A DRINK AND YOUR KID’S HEADPIECE IS FALLING OFF” “it did not FALL OFF it CAME FORWARD it was FINE!!!”

“mistakes happen, we’re human.” “YOU are. mistakes like that dont happen to me”

and then the “next time on dance moms” with the WILDLY INAPPROPRIATE electricity dance, of course. genuinely that was really smart of the producers in terms of structuring things to generate intrigue lol. and obviously it ended up working....

#dance moms #s1e1 #season 1

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pocketramblr · 4 years

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Masterpost- family based stories

under the cut are the most family-centered bnha stories i got

[Main masterpost list]

[Brozawa family fics are found here]

My Dads For Deku entries are found here- assortment of Blob Izu au where he’s an experiment modeled after Six, an au where Taneo is his father, and plenty other rare and common dads.

Captured in Photos, Between the Pages (your heart, your heart, your heart) - This is a DFO contest piece. Oneshot where AfO finds Toshinori and takes him in as successor instead of Nana.

Once And For All: the “ofa does not exist” AU. Toshinori sets out to be the first quirkless hero. A big family of the Shirmuras, Toshi, Inko, Dave (those three shipped together), Izuku, Melissa, Gran, and AfO as ‘weird uncle hajime who’s immortal and bored and apparently we’re interesting’. Turns out if you delete OFA as a story element completely, things go better. So better it’s kinda unsettling. (5/?)

Red Eyes, Tired Sighs, Black Dye, Family Mine- A oneshot in which Tenko and his big sister are on the run, and have been since the man in the suit attacked their home, killed their dad. Aizawa finds them. lotsa dadzawa, tangental nephew!hitoshi and todoroki family.

I Married A Quirk Murderer(’s Daughter) - In which Inko is AfO’s daughter, and Toshi is Izuku’s new stepdad. Most of the family are happy with this. Most. (2/?)

The General’s Resignation - a conversation between AfO, All Might, and Izuku at Kamino. Bloodties are revealed, and some are claimed, some cast aside.

Dust & Debris: Hero!Tenko AU: Series where Tenko is raised by Gran and a rescue hero. Lotttts of family drama, AfO is the worst, but hey Izuku gets a cool older cousin who supports Toshi’s choice in ofa-weilder. Its got like, 2 chapters left until completion.

Tiny Dancer: oneshot focused on Dadzawa, Eri’s ballet class is putting on Cinderella at the end of the year recital. technically a ‘modern/noquirks’ au, but, Izuku and Mirio had a fight with the mafia armed with fireworks, a wooden sign, fists of rage, and a motercycle (vs... the guns the mafia had) so really the level of drama and action is still there. >.> i should write the full mafia story as a part two, might do that.

The Todoroki Family Oneshots- The Walls Are Thin follows Fuyumi’s life, Hatchet is a conversation between Fuyumi and Natsuo, Leave a Message is about Natsuo and Touya, and Winter Celebrations is about me saying ‘ah. its a red herring and Touya and Fuyumi are still twins’. Dabi gets to go ham in From what i have tasted of desire. These oneshots are sympathetic to the todoroki children, whom i love. Quirkless Natsuo in here, as well as in all of my other fics except the Hero Tenko stories, where he can make a little mist and smoke.

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rosiewidow · 4 years

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GET TO KNOW ROSIE WIDOW

rosie finds herself trapped in routine by the time she’s seven. meals as a family, pouring her all into her schoolwork for the satisfaction of gold stars and straight As, and ballet and gymnastics on the weekends. she wraps a sky blue ribbon in her hair, smoothes imaginary creases out of her matching dress, and smiles brightly for yet another family photo that’s hung in the home as a reminder of how perfect their lives are. she learns early on the perfection is boring.

her parents are strict; so much so that anything that was even vaguely outside of the image they’d crafted for her was prohibited. rosie pretends not to notice the judgemental looks and sneers they give anyone who lives differently than they do. but pretending she doesn’t see it doesn’t mean she’s any less aware of it. because of fear of what their disappointment feels like, rosie lives her life the way they want her to. she doesn’t have a rebellious teenage phase, doesn’t try smoking behind the school, and won’t partake in shots at parties with her friends. rosie spends the majority of her life feeling as if she’s watching it breeze by her, and someone else is starring in the film of her life because the quiet perfect little girl everyone knows is not who she is. or rather who she wants to be.

her parents fully intend for her to go to college with the intent of becoming a doctor or something practical. rosie spends her junior year slaving over college applications, and the entire time she’s sitting at her laptop writing her personal essay the more she realizes she has no idea who she really is. it’s not like you can say “i wanna go to your school because my parents said i have to”. well she could, but then she wouldn’t get in and that’d be just unacceptable.

an overachiever by force, rosie spent her free time tutoring her peers who were underperforming. its how she made a lot of her friends, and finds herself in a role where she has to look out for the well-being (both academic and personal) of her classmates. as a tutor she learns a lot about the people around her and the drama that swirls around them, and she finds that she is extremely good at doling out reasonable advice. she also doesn’t entirely mind being kept in the loop but removed from the drama on a personal level.

when graduation rolls around her entire life is laid out in front of her. corona university pre-med, a sweet responsible boyfriend who fits in the family dynamic like he was made for this, and the financial support of her parents until she graduates. to the outside world she’s got it all figured out. on the inside she’s screaming at the thought of being this caged.

she knew gigi from high school, not enough to say they were close friends. but enough to admire the blonde’s life from afar. so, when her friends suggest they go to the circus one day rosie is excited to see what gigi’s life is like up close. it’s both the biggest mistake of her life and the first real step to liberation.

after the show rosie stays behind to talk to gigi and congratulate her. so, as her friends leave she hangs back with a bouquet flowers to gift her friend. it’s here that she meets julian, the lion tamer. nothing about their meeting is romantic in the way she knows romance and love to be. instead, it’s almost entirely carnal. their eyes meet and she finds herself wrapped up in want and need in a way she’s never known it before.

despite her having a boyfriend at the time, rosie finds herself behind the tent caught in a kiss that’s nothing but heat and sure touches. julian is like no one she’s ever known before. he rides a motorcycle, smokes with far too much regularity and wears more black and leather than she thinks anyone person should be allowed to. he’s her first act of rebellion.

rosie breaks up with her boyfriend not even a full day after meeting julian. her parents are...not pleased to say the least. this is where her relationship with her parents begins to get rocky. warm family dinners are replaced with rosie eating in her room alone. and instead of her parents telling her how proud they are of her all she gets is disappointed gazes and hurtful comments muttered under their breath. as much as she pretends that it doesn’t truly bother her, it does and she can’t help but blame her parents for loving an image in their mind as opposed to their actual child. her parents disown her when she admits to them that she rescinded her acceptance to corona university. with nowhere else to go, she moves in with julian because she feels as if she has nothing else.

!!!! CHEATING AND EMOTIONAL/PHYSICAL ABUSE TRIGGER WARNING !!!

things with julian were never perfect, and rosie is no fool to have ever thought they were. but now that her entire life is wrapped around him it’s becoming more and more evident who he really is. it starts out small; him getting irrationally possessive if she so much as stood too close to someone. it escalates into being told that she’s unimportant and insignificant, and if she ever thought of leaving him she’d never find someone else to love her. her own parents didn’t love her enough, so how could anyone else? rosie, who’s spent her entire life biting her tongue, begins to believe his words and once again finds herself caged.

julian is controlling, manipulative and selfish. worst of all, he’s a liar and a horrible one at that. rosie can practically taste someone else on his lips, she can smell perfume that’s not hers when she’s doing his laundry. it drives her insane, and she spends her days wondering if every girl she sees him y’all to is the girl she’s in secret competition with. it haunts her, and she can finally see how men are nothing but destructive forces. when she confronts him about it she finds herself on the receiving end of physical attacks that make her wary of sudden movements and flashes of anger in people’s eyes.

!!! DEATH & MURDER TRIGGER WARNING !!!

rosie won’t say she woke up one day and snapped. she knows herself well enough to know that’s not how this works. the rage has always been there, lying in wait until she was ready for it. she spends her days playing the part of the perfect girlfriend, smiling at every unfunny thing he says and pretending to find comfort in his arms. she needs to be the picture of love if she’s to get away with this. the decision comes to her easily, as if there’s not much to really think about here. and in hindsight, there isn’t: rosie has spent her entire life being tamed and she is not about to let some stupid, undeserving man continue the cycle. this is supposed to be her liberation.

she will never admit to anyone that julian’s death was no accident, and she certainly won’t admit that gigi may have helped her. as far as anyone else is concerned, tragedy hit her like a thief in the night and stole the one thing she loved most. her taking julian’s place was a loving move made to honor him, because it’s what he would have wanted.

she spent months shying away from the dating scene, playing up the broken widow role for the sake of her own ability to remain innocent. now that she is dating again she’s trying to take things slow, playing timid and unsure as not to give herself away. she’s bisexual, and now without her parents and julian breathing down her neck she can be open about that.

she loves her lions!!!! she takes great care in feeding them and grooming them, and has established a real great bond with them as if they’re just regular house cats. she respects them and in turn, they respect, rather than fear her.

all black aesthetic bro! catch her wearing the prettiest laciest things in the world and heels do shape that they could double as weapons it’s who she’s always been underneath the ribbons and flats.

really is the sweetest person despite everything. just...don’t cross her or hurt the people she cares about.

loves horror movies and is a real sucker for a tragic love story. her favorite movie is jennifer’s body because to her, it’s both. and i mean jennifer check was right!

aside from lion taming she does some trapeze work, putting her years of gymnastics to good use. she takes great pride in the name ‘mistress of the haywire’

she loves kids and works part time as a baby sitter on the island for some extra money. and honestly, despite the uh unfortunate nature of her exe’s death, kids adore her. she’s got a real motherly nature and is always up for adventures and crafts.

likes taking care of people honestly. she’s always got little bandaids and neosporin in her purse. she’s prepared for most accidents, both because they happen frequently in both of her jobs and because she was going to be a doctor had she not decided to hell with that.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

people who knew rosie before she left for the circus. either classmates, friends or people she tutored

circus regulars

exes. both before she left for the circus, and more recently. could be someone she just went on a few dates with to get back into the dating scene

hooks ups

all the usual stuff ya feel

#🕸 i don’t regret it one bit cause he had it coming. (about.)

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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BTS after a breakup

Maknae Line

Part 2 of 3 Titled: Things Get Worse Before They Get Better, Folks

Alternate Title: Jimin is a Hot Mess Drama King and We Stan

Alternate Title 2: Reader in Tae's Story Can Meet Me in the Pit

Warnings: tears, angst, being emo, alcohol as a coping mechanism, some disordered eating, Jimin’s gets kinda sexy (ya know, duality) but no real smut

Word Count: 5,710

Taehyung (V)

During the time you’re apart, Tae avoids social media like the plague

He doesn’t want to see what you’re up to or who you’re with

Ignorance is bliss, until he gets in a spiral thinking about what went wrong and what he was lacking to make you leave

He won’t text you much, but sometimes when he’s drinking too much (which is much more than usual) he will just send you a “hey” and when you leave him on read he just gets sad

Literally zero posts on any social media at all, which is super weird because we know he is the king of smokin hot selfies

Stares into space a lot during vlives, all the Army wants to know what’s up but he won’t say a word about you

He’s not bent on revenge or finding out who you’re with or anything even though he gets hella curious, this poor bb is just sad, just a total mope

It takes Taehyung a while to start feeling even a little like himself again

All the members knew how Taehyung had wanted to spend the rest of his life with you

He'd told Namjoon and Jin after your third date that he was going to marry you one day

They were all shocked whenever he admitted you'd met someone else

You'd seemed so devoted, so perfect for him

You balanced his goofiness with your own dry sense of humor

And when he got too serious it was always you who made him laugh with a deadpan quip

You'd fit in with the boys, too, and when you'd taken a spur of the moment massage therapy class they'd all reaped the benefits

At least for a while

Taehyung put a stop to it when Jimin started ripping off his shirt every time you walked in to the room and he noticed you eyeing his body too appreciatively

You were never jealous of fan meetings or pictures online

You just...fit with Taehyung

You weren't a fashionista and didn't wear much designer clothes (other than the Gucci he bought you)

You were much different from Taehyung but it all balanced

You had probably been closest to Namjoon out of everyone, so he was the one you talked to first

He burst into your office at work like he owned the place

"Joon, what-"

"You wanna tell me what the fuck is going on with you, or..."

He sat down in the chair facing your desk, crossing his arms and giving you his leader face

You sighed as you knew you couldn't weasel out of this conversation

"How is he?"

"Bad. He's bad, y/n. He's not sleeping, he's drinking too much, he's barely talking to any of us."

You winced. "I just....he was going to propose, Namjoon."

Namjoon leaned forward. "I know how you feel about marriage, and I understand that could throw a wrench in things, but Tae said you met someone else? You cheated on him, y/n? He's got to be jumping to conclusions, right?"

You looked away, unable to lie right his face

"He didn't jump to conclusions. I...met someone while you guys were on tour."

"What the fuck, y/n? You know how much he loves you-"

"I know, I know!" You snap. "Believe me, you can't make me feel any worse than I do already. He told me we could work it out, that he'd forgive me..."

"Then why are you still not talking to him?"

Tears prick at your eyes. You know Namjoon cares about you and he had similar ideas about marriage, you'd talked about it with him many times

You wish you could come clean and tell him everything, but you know that would just lead to Taehyung pushing aside what he wants to keep you happy

“He hasn’t really tried to talk to me.”

“Oh, really? After you cheated on him and moved out, he’s not blowing you up? Wild.”

"Also..I...I want to make a go of things with the new guy."

"Seriously?"

"I don't know! I'm confused. I need some space, I guess," you lied, trying not to cry

"Look, y/n, I'm upset with you, we all are, but whether you and Tae work things out or not, you can't just cut him out. He's not built to lose people like that. Even if you can only be friends...He needs you."

"Okay. I'll talk to him."

"Do it soon, okay? Before he drowns in soju and tears."

You crack a weak smile and when you stand up, Namjoon gives you a tight hug

You call Taehyung after you get off work and he answers before the first ring ends

It had been a week so you were surprised he answered at all, figured he'd be too angry to answer

"Hey, Tae. How have you been?" You say lamely

"Not so good," he admits, voice hoarse.

"I was hoping...we could talk."

"Yes. Yes, of course we can talk. Do you want to come home and talk now? I mean...come over." He clears his throat and you can't help but smile

"Sure. Is 7 okay? I'll bring food."

"I can't wait."

You come to the door with Thai food and it feels weird to ring the doorbell of the home you've lived in for years

Taehyung looks breathtaking when he opens the door (doesn't he always though)

Dressed in dark skinny jeans and a white button down, he looks dressed for a date, and it's cute

He jerks open the door as if you might leave if he doesn't answer it soon enough and fumbles to take the bags of food from you, giving you a dazzling smile

He's moving kind of slow and you detect the scent of peaches in the air

"Peach soju?" You ask

He turns to you, wringing his hands and looking like you caught him with his hand in the cookie jar

"Just a couple!"

"You're such a lightweight," you say, smirking at him

He offers you one, struggling a bit with the bottle opener, and you accept, arranging the food on the table while he watches with big dark eyes

"I was nervous," he says quietly when you sit down

"It's just me, silly. No need to be nervous."

"Yeah, but I'm trying to convince you to come back to me, so it is an important night." You hate the way his half smile makes your heart hurt

"That's not what this is about, Tae. I just wanna talk. I don't want us to end angry."

"I don't want us to end at all," he says, softly, and you wish he'd quit looking at you like that because it's like you're the only thing in the room

The thing is, he's always looked at you like that, every day for two years, and suddenly you think this was a bad idea

You start eating and he pushes things around on his plate here and there, taking a few bites before he sighs and puts down his chopsticks

"What's wrong?" You ask with a mouthful of glass noodles, and he shakes his head

He wants to say everything because he can't stand how far away you're sitting, how stiff your body language is, how awkward this feels

"I want to ask you what happened, but I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"How much it will hurt hearing about you falling in love with someone else," he says in a low tone, and he looks miserable for the first time that night

"I'll tell you anything you want to know." You say, hoping you can come up with lies that fit

He fidgets for a moment and then takes two long pulls from his soju bottle before speaking

"Look, Jagiya...I know this is stupid and it's just testosterone but I can't stop thinking about it. Did you actually sleep with him?"

"Yes," you say without hesitation, knowing that if he was angry with you maybe this would be easier

Instead of yelling at you he just covers his face with his hands, breathing hard

You're quiet for a moment and when he puts his hands down he's wiping tears from the corners of eyes

He clears his throat

"What's he look like? Is he handsome?"

You were actually prepared for this question because although he was humble, you knew Taehyung prided himself on his looks (being voted the world’s most handsome man multiple times will do that to you)

"Sure," you say casually

"Do you have a picture?"

You fumble for your phone and show him a picture of yourself and a good friend of yours, Jongin

He was painfully shy around most people but you'd been friends since you'd gone to high school together, and since you'd been spending time with your parents lately and his band's tour had ended recently you'd been spending time with him and other friends

The picture wasn't particularly suggestive, just you and a good side profile of Jongin as he smiled and pressed his lips to your cheek

But from Taehyung's sharp intake of breath and the look on his face, you'd think it was a picture of you giving him head or something

"Oh, an idol, huh?" His voice is strangled as he throws your phone on the table. "Did you meet him through me?"

You shook your head. "I've know him for like 10 years. We went to high school together." Your voice is almost a whisper, but at least that much is true

"Oh, good!" His voice is rising and you wonder if he'll finally snap but he just gives you a bitter smile, wiping a hand across his face. "Isn't he the one they call dancing machine?"

"He's...very talented. We had ballet together." It was easier when you could tell part of the truth

Taehyung nods vigorously, knee jerking up and down underneath the table

You recognizes this nervous energy and you knew he is trying to contain his emotions

Suddenly he sits back in his chair and closes his eyes.

"I'm not... I'm not feeling so well."

You snap in to action, suspecting he'd had more than the two bottles he'd told you plus the additional two he'd drunk during dinner

You wet a cloth and walk over to him to wipe his face and when you do he snakes his arms around your waist and buries his face in your stomach

You stroke his hair for a moment and then he pulls back to look at you, arms still tight around you and he's crying in earnest now

"I don't care if you're fucking someone else. I don't care if you don't love me anymore. I'll make you forget him. I'll make you love me again. Just come home, Jagiya."

You can't stop yourself from leaning down to kiss him, just once more, and when you do he makes a surprised sound in his throat and stands to meet you, arms tighter around your waist

It feels like the first kiss, how he grabbed you in the restaurant as you headed toward the bar to order another martini and spun you around

But you guess it's like that, endings and beginnings merging together

When you pull away and gather your things he doesn't try and stop you but he watches every move you make until the door closes behind you

(The other members find out who your "new man" is two days later, when Tae cracks the tv in the dance room by throwing the remote control while Jimin is watching "The Eve" dance practice)

Jimin

It's at least two weeks before Jimin is functioning

And by functioning I mean barely functioning with unhealthy coping mechanisms

He's drinking two meals a day, not eating nearly enough and binging once a week on pizza or ice cream

He's in the gym or the dance room all the time, overworking himself

He's either sleeping too much or not enough

Jungkook's watching him like a hawk as if he's going to jump out a window

Maybe he's thought about it, once or twice

You are truly Jimin's first real relationship and he'd been sure that eventually he'd start a family with you

He had the whole "forever" thing for you and for you just to walk out turned everything upside down

He didn't know how not to call you every day, didn't know how to live without his skin touching yours

He's sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag bc the sheets still smell like you which hurts but if he washes them every trace of you will be gone

You have to block his number because he will NOT STOP CALLING YOU whether it’s 10am or 4am or 2pm he’s always calling you or texting you the sweetest, saddest messages

He stalks you on social media, definitely cries when you post new selfies because he misses you so much

Uses “memories” on FB to post old pics of you two together with fifteen broken heart emojis

You won't answer his messages but you don't unfriend him or block him on anything so he just posts sad faces in your comments

You: #selfiesaturday #feelingmyself *cute snapchat filter selfie*

Jimin: :( :( :(

Girls try to slide in his dms and he tries to flirt but just ends up talking about you for two hours

You post on Instagram that you're headed to a club with a friend one Saturday night and Jimin is suddenly all energy, bouncing around his apartment where poor Jungkook has practically moved in, relieved every few days by Taehyung

Jimin begs Jungkook to go with him to a new club

"Absolutely not. I am done with you getting shitfaced and me having to carry you up the stairs, Jiminie."

"I won't drink!" Jimin whines.

Jungkook shoots him a look

"Much," Jimin amends

Jungkook only agrees because he actually seems excited, for once

Jimin doesn’t let on that you might be there but he dresses up, eyeliner and everything and Jungkook is lowkey suspicious

When they arrive Jimin is scanning the crowd like a Terminator

Every time Jungkook loses sight of him he panics a little

It isn’t as if he doesn’t think Jimin can’t take care of himself, it’s that he knows Jimin cannot think straight with a broken heart

He just doesn’t want him to do anything dumber than he’s already doing

Jungkook is a good bro

He actually spots you before Jimin does and he starts urging him that they need to leave

“We just got here!” He is drinking less, at least

Jungkook just doesn’t want another public breakdown

The media is all over Jimin’s heartbreak, posting articles about him crying in cafes and bookstores, over anything that reminds him a little of you

The whole BTS Army has #y/ncatchthesehands trending

Jungkook sees some beefy dude slip his arm around your waist as you’re standing at the bar and he’s like “Jimin, we gotta blast.”

Jimin is not having it, he hasn’t seen you yet

“One more drink, Kookie, please. I’m having fun!”

His eyes look a little wild but at least he’s not near tears

It’s a big place so Jungkook focuses on trying to coax him to the upstairs where you won’t be visible

Jimin spots you as Jungkook is all but dragging him up the stairs

“It’s Y/N!” He yells above the music

Jungkook is like SHIT SHIT SHIT

He can pinpoint the moment at which Jimin spots the beefy dude who’s shielding you with his arm from all the other clubgoers crowding the bar

Actual representation of Jimin at this moment:

He just stands there looking like someone shot him in the chest for a moment

“It’s just some guy, Jiminie, don’t worry, he’s probably just annoying her.”

At that exact moment the dude leans in close to tell you something and you brush your hair away to hear him and burst out laughing

Jungkook:

He looks over at Jimin and he’s not crying, thank God, but he looks like he’s ready to fistfight the moon

Jimin announces that he needs a drink and Jungkook briefly considers picking him up and heaving him over his shoulder to get him out of the club but thinks better of it because Jimin is a real dirty fighter; he’s squirrelly

In the end he just follows him to the bar to watch, where Jimin slips between you and the beefy dude like he has no bones

He orders two shots of Patron as if you aren’t even standing there looking at him like he’s crazy

Jungkook is lowkey impressed at how well his friend is holding it together

Jimin does the dramatic “Oh, fancy meeting you here,” pretending he hasn’t seen you at all

You’re not having it

Particularly since he slides one of the shots over to you with a wink and a smile

You didn’t even think about what you had posted on your Instagram but you knew Jimin was watching every notification by all the sad face comments and dms

You give him a tight smile, though, because you still love him and he looks great, like he’s thriving after you’d left, wearing leather pants and a tight black tshirt, eyeliner and everything

“Hey, Jimin!”

He puts his lips very close to your ear and asks you if you want to go somewhere more private to talk

He can be very seductive when he wants to be

Your eyes dart to your friend

Jimin turns as if he didn’t notice him standing next to you at all

“Who’s this?” He asks breezily

You: shook at how well he’s handling seeing a man in your general vicinity

Jimin wasn’t exactly jealous when you were together, but possessive, for sure. He wanted all the attention of literally everybody, but definitely his significant other, so he got whiny and pouty any time you so much as looked at you for too long

“This is Hoseok,” you said, stepping back from the bar so that you can half ass stand between them

“No it’s not,” Jimin says,deadpan, and you laugh

“It is. They just have the same name. He’s from Monsta X, you know! I met him while they were here on tour last month.”

Last month while he was on the world tour, Jimin thinks

Wheels are turning in his head but they’re all the wrong direction it’s bad

“Oh yeah, I bought you that VIP package,” he says, smiling with too much teeth and looking a little like a shark and shaking Hoseok’s hand

Jimin isn’t dumb, he remembers you fangirling over Monsta X and this dude with the muscles who pulled a Jimin in No More Dream during a few songs or ripped his shirt off (also a Jimin move)

Hoseok, to his credit, shakes Jimin’s hand with enthusiasm. “It’s great to meet you, man, I’m a big fan!”

Jimin’s praise kink won’t allow him to be mean to that

“Sure, thanks, you guys are great, too,” he mumbles, and then turns to you

“Can I talk to you just for a few minutes? Please?”

You nod toward Hoseok and he shrugs and winks at you

Jimin grits his teeth. He changed his mind even if he is a fan he doesn’t like him

Jimin orders another shot for you both but since you haven’t taken your yet he just takes them both while you take yours with you

You let him lead you outside which leaves Jungkook and Hoseok standing awkwardly at the bar

Jimin is not even remotely drunk enough for this

The last couple of drinks haven’t even hit him and you’re standing there looking like a goddess in a red leather dress and stilettos, makeup on point, looking like you’ve never been better

He feels like an absolute mess despite his attention to detail when getting ready

You’re standing there hoping your eyes don’t look too puffy and worrying about your love handles in your tight dress

The music pumps out of the doors and so he grabs your elbow gently and leads you around to the alley where it’s quieter

You stand against the brick wall, peering up at him from under your eyelashes and he wants to kiss you so bad, wants to hike your legs around his waist and slam you against the wall while he does it, just to remind you what you’re missing, who you belong to

All he does is kind of shuffle his feet and get closer to you, smiling

“How you been, Jiminie?” You ask softly

“Good! Great, really.” His eyes widen as he lies through his teeth, and you smile back at him half heartedly

He only looks at you for a moment longer before his smile fades and he puts a hand on your cheek

“I’m lying,” he admits quietly. “I’m not good. I’m awful.”

“Me, too,” you breathe, a little tipsy and not mindful of your words or expression

“Really?” He sounds so excited and hopeful. He smiles, shamefaced. “I don’t mean I’m glad you’re awful but you just...you look so beautiful and you looked like you were having fun with...that...guy.”

“I was. Doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.”

His face falls a little and you notice how sharp his jawline looks

You cock your head. “Jimin, are you eating enough?”

“Sure, sure,” he waves you off

“Jiminie...”

“Jungkook makes me,” he grumbles

You smile, and it seems to Jimin that it lights up the dim alley

“You’re lucky to have him.”

“I am,” he agrees. “But I’d rather it were you cooking for me and looking out for me.” He keeps inching closer to you and you’re cornered

You wonder how much he’s had to drink when you can smell tequila and lime on his breath and he leans down and nuzzles your neck, making you shiver

“You smell so good,” he all but moans into your ear, and you’ve got goosebumps everywhere

Your head is spinning from the booze and his nearness and you try hard to focus on what’s best for him, how he needs to grow up and take care of himself and not worry so much about you and your relationship

You place both hands on his chest and push him gently

He stumbles backward, looking at you like a confused puppy

“I should get back inside.”

Jimin runs his hands through his hair in irritation

“Why? Is that guy your date or something?”

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, and Jimin knows that means you’re feeling anxious

He finds it crazy sexy but now is not the time

“So I buy you tickets to a show, you meet your bias, and a month later ‘you need space,’” he says slowly

“Jiminie, don’t-” you warn, cheeks flushing

“By space, did you mean you wanted to fuck that guy?” He’s yelling, now, pointing vigorously in the direction of the bar as if maybe you forgot which guy he’s referring to

“You’re drunk and you’re being ridiculous,” you huff, pushing him again as he’s started to crowd you in his anger

“I am not nearly drunk enough,” he growls at you

“Jimin, you have to stop this. It isn’t space if you’re following me around-”

“Who says I’m following you? This is a popular club.”

You look at him pointedly and he sighs and runs his hands through his hair again

“I can’t help it! I miss you. I miss you so much, baby. I don’t even care if you’re with this guy, I mean...I care, but you’re not fucking him or anything, right?”

You worry your lip between your teeth again, not because you don’t want to answer but because you’re starting to get mad at his accusations

His eyes widen, strong jaw clenched tight. “Right?” His tone is low and almost mean

“Stop it. I mean it, Jimin, let me go inside. This isn’t getting us anywhere.”

You brush past him, stilettos clicking on the pavement

“Fine!” He roars. “Go back inside and fuck that guy on the dance floor for all I care! There’s a hundred girls in there who’ll actually want me!”

You shrug off his cruel words and go back inside, leaving him panting with anger in the cool air

Two hours later, Jungkook is so tired

He has been on Jimin watch for the past two and a half weeks and he knew coming here was a bad idea

Jimin was absolutely trashed at this point

They’d racked up a $200 tab, Jimin had girls all over him

He was flirting 50% of the time and just complaining about you and how you broke his heart the other 50%, but Jungkook had to admit they were eating it up either way

Jimin’s shooting death ray stares at you and that dude from Monsta X as you sit on one of the leather couches with him

You’re a lot like Jimin, you get handsy when you’re drunk, so you’ve got your legs draped over his lap and he puts a hand on your thigh and Jimin finally loses his whole shit

Surprisingly, he doesn’t get mad, just super sad

He’s not crying but it’s a near thing and Jungkook feels like it’s past time to go

He’s about to literally throw him over his shoulder when Jimin agrees to leave

“Yeah, Jiminie?”

“Sure. I don’t want to see this anymore. I’ll go pay the tab.”

Jungkook puts a hand on his shoulder. “I got it, pal.”

He heads to the bar, weaving through people, and Jimin glances over at you again

Beefy Hoseok is nowhere to be seen, maybe gone to the bathroom or something, and you’re sitting at the edge of the couch, looking around

For Jimin, of course, but he doesn’t know that

He attempts to walk a straight line over to the couch and plops down next to you, resting his head against the back

You won’t look at him, crossing your arms over your chest

“I’m sorry,” he says, yelling over the music.

He slides closer to you, right at your ear

“I’m sorry, baby. Just please, come home with me. Just for tonight. Just so we can talk. I miss you so much.”

You don’t crack, this time, just stand up and meet Hoseok as he comes out of the bathroom, tucking your hand around his offered elbow and wrapping it around his considerable bicep

Jimin can’t do anything but watch you go

Jungkook comes back and Jimin looks devastated

He doesn’t cry until they’re in the elevator

“She really went home with that guy, Kook.”

Jungkook ends up having to throw him over his shoulder anyway because he refuses to go to bed, wanting to drink more, and throw him on the bed you used to share

Jimin wakes up hungover surrounded by your scent and decides to finally wash the sheets

Jungkook

He is a very sad boi

He’s snippy with everyone because he’s not sleeping well he keeps waking up because he’s reaching for you when he’s asleep and you’re not there and then he’s sad and he can’t go back to sleep

Has sex dreams about you and wakes up sad rather than horny

He plays a thousand hours of assorted video games the two weeks after you’re apart

At first he’s like “she bitches about this sometimes so fuck her imma play all I want” but really he’s just trying to escape from thinking about you and what you’re up to

Will only text you if he’s shitfaced and he’ll say some real sappy shit like “I miss you” or “come back home” and feel like a total idiot when he realizes he sent it and you left him on read

Stalks you on social media just like Jimin but is super low key about it

Would be horrified if he accidentally liked one of your Insta posts or replayed your snaps

King of sassy vaguebooking posts shit like “Hope he’s worth it”

His Insta gets real emo, pouty selfies and nature pics

Every female friend he’s had since he was 13 is blowing up his dms but he doesn’t even read them

Cries more than any of the boys (except Jimin) except he always does it alone

Definitely has at least one major breakdown where he breaks a bunch of shit, punches holes in walls, that kind of stuff

Isolates from the boys

Will only talk to Namjoon when he’s feeling really crazy, so it’s like 1am and Namjoon is talking him off a ledge

If he’s asked about you by any of the other members he shrugs it off and acts like he doesn’t care (he cares very much)

Eats total crap, frozen pizza and takeout only, so much beer

His place is totally trashed in like 3 days

In the gym at least 2 hours a day

If y’all stay apart very long he will get SHREDDED

Never misses dance practice or anything, very functional but he’s kind of a jerk to everyone, snapping at the other members, getting mad over nothing

You don’t respond to the other members, either

They’re all your friends but you know anything you say might slip to Jungkook and you just can’t face him, not yet

You know you’ll end up spilling how you feel and you can’t go back until you know you’re what he wants and he’s what you want

One night when he’s had most of a six pack and Namjoon isn’t answering the phone because he’s turned it off to get some sleep he decides to walk over to where he kissed you for the first time

He’s a hopeless romantic at heart and on your second date he took you to this little spot with a creek and lots of moonlight and laid one on you

You really didn’t know if he was even interested in you because on the first date he didn’t talk much and just walked you to your door

He’s blushing after the kiss and so cute you can’t stand it

He’s out at your spot taking pics for his emo Insta when he sees a couple sitting on the bank of the creek, some guy with his arm around a girl and it makes his heart hurt bc it looks like you

Oh shit it is you

His heart starts beating so fast, poor baby

He hides behind a tree to watch you it’s wild

You’re crying and some moron is trying to comfort you with his arm all around your shoulders, stroking your hair and shit

Jungkook wants to push him in the creek

But you look like you’re being comforted

He’s trying to figure out how to sneak away without being noticed when you peek around the tree he’s hiding behind

“Jungkook?”

The guy is standing right behind you

Jungkook is crouched like some kinda cryptid behind this stupid tree

Jungkook:

You and Jungkook hanging out at each other’s sappy first kiss place:

He stands up and brushes himself off and just kinda waves at you he doesn’t know what to do he’s dying inside

so embarrassed

You just kind of wave off BamBam and he nods at you and hikes up toward his car

“So,” you say, feeling like an idiot for being here and hoping he doesn’t know you were crying (he does)

“So,” he says, just wishing God would strike him dead because he’s out here half drunk at your romantic spot watching as YOU BROUGHT SOME OTHER GUY HERE

“How are things?”

“Good, good.” (Cool cool cool)

“Well, anyway, nice to see you, guess I’ll-” You don’t know if you should hug him or just like...walk away

You’re texting someone and it’s super weird he doesn’t know what’s happening

Two awkward babies

As you walk off Jungkook’s like “Wait-”

His face is all red from booze and embarrassment

“I can give you a ride home,” he says.

“You don’t know where I live.”

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck. “You could give me directions, I guess, unless you’re going home with that guy.” He jerks his chin toward the hill

You want to roll your eyes but he looks miserable so you just sigh

“He’s my friend.”

“Weird. I’ve never met him.”

“Yes you have! He’s in GOT7, you bought me tickets, you dork. We went to dinner with him at that vegan restaurant?”

He remembered now, VIP tickets while BTS was on a world tour. Super bright idea, Jungkook, he thinks

“Wow, a vegan. Tough.”

“Shut up.”

“So he’s the dude you wanna explore with?”

“He’s just been a good friend since-”

“Since you inexplicably left to see other people? I bet he has. He’s trying to get into your pants.”

You’re pissed off. You just wanted the ground to swallow you up at first and now you wanna be petty

“How do you know he hasn’t already?”

Jungkook is shook

Y’all have always been sassy to each other but that was downright cruel

His stomach is in knots

“Has he?”

He wants to scream for the whole thirty seconds that you don’t answer

When you just shrug, he lowkey wants to push you into the creek

You look pretty even with bloodshot eyes and a puffy face from crying and suddenly he’s just so tired and miserable

“Can’t we just talk about this? Can’t we just go home?”

He sounds pitiful and you want to tell him yes

BamBam blows the horn like a jerk, just because you had texted him to do so after fifteen minutes because you would rather die than have Jungkook know you were so upset that you forced your friend to take you to their spot

Jungkook is big mad

“Who the hell does he think he is? This is who you want to explore your options with? What a fucking asshat.”

“I gotta go, Kook. It was good to see you.”

“Wait - y/n...can we talk sometime else? Will you text me?”

“Maybe.”

You’re being so standoffish, so different, and he hates it

You leave him standing there and hike back up the trail and he just sits at the creek for a couple hours until he stops crying

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Think of You: Part Eight

Warnings: Sexual situations, cussing, Nikki and Caroline drama A/N: Hey guys! Hope you all enjoy the update. I had a bit of writers block on this update so that’s the reason it took so long to get out. If you would like to be tagged for updates, please let me know! Again, enjoy!!

“It’s so good to hear your voice.”

“It’s good to hear your voice too.” I smiled. “I feel like it’s been forever since I talked to you.” I took a seat under the phone. “How have you been?”

She let out a sigh, “Same ol’ same ol’, sugarplum. I just put away a quart of Apple butter, you should get you a jar when you come home.” My mom’s soft voice floated through the phone. “I really miss you, darling.” A ping of guilt pierced through my heart. “I would come and see you but you know how your daddy hates to fly.”

My mother was my rock. Katherine Daniels was the ultimate mother figure. She made sure to always be there for her child, putting her own life on the back burner. She made sure that I had everything I wanted and needed in life. She was always there when I fell and hurt myself or when I had a bad day at school. I could tell her anything and not have to worry about receiving a speech, unlike how my father was. Katherine was your typical southern belle, only this southern belle was stuck in a lackluster marriage and highly unappreciated by her husband. She never spoke her mind or stood up for herself when my dad was being a jerk, which was often. He never hit her or anything but used his words to tear her down. After he was done tearing her down, he would bring her flowers or kiss her on the cheek, making sure everything was right again. When I was younger, I thought that was how relationships worked. I thought that I was expected to stay in the house and do everything possible for my husband and children. I would have to have dinners ready at a certain time. I would have to my sure my children were satisfied, as well as my husband, but in other ways. Luckily, my mother instilled in me that I could be anything I wanted, basically pushing me out to make sure my dreams come true.

My dad on the other hand was nothing like my mother. He was your typical dad for the time, a working man who brought home the money and disciplined the children. Sure, he loved me, but he hardly ever showed it. He would simply tell me and that was it. He wasn’t hands-on at all. He never offered to take me to ballet classes if my mom was sick, he never offered to help with homework, he was just there and that was it. My father lived by the bible. What the word of God said, he followed, making my mom and myself follow as well. He banned certain music to be played in the house. I would have to hide certain records in my closet so he wouldn’t see them when passing by. Gospel and Country music were all that could be played, when he was there that is. When he was gone, my mom and I played anything from Motown to The Beatles. The Beatles were my mom’s favorite, aside from Dion, who she dreamed of marrying back in the 50s. I guess I’m lucky I had both my parents in the home. I shouldn’t be complaining no matter how sucky my dad was.

“Maybe you could come by yourself?” I suggested, already knowing the answer. My mother never went anywhere without my dad. She ever asked permission to go to the grocery store. The line stayed silent, “Mom?” I asked.

“That’s alright, dear. You know I don’t like to travel on my own. “Her voice held disappointment but she was trying her hardest to keep it upbeat. “How is Mackenzie doing?” She quickly changed the subject. “I seen her father out in town the other day, looked as if he hasn’t showered in weeks.”

I let out a sigh, “She’s doing good. I think she’s trying to get a job at one of the fancy restaurants in Beverly Hills, wants to put her name out there.” My mom secretly adored Mackenzie. I think she often thought of her as one of her own, but of course hid those feelings from my father. From the first day I brought Mac home to play, my father despised her. He would tell me that she was nothing but trouble and to never play with a kid from the train tracks. Mac’s family was poor and had a lot of issues. Her dad was a drunkard who spent all his money on booze rather than on his family. Her mother was a sickly woman who developed a disease from the factory she worked in. She passed away when Mac and I were juniors in high school. Mac was the fourth child out of seven. Her older siblings moved away and had families of their own, leaving Mac to take care of her younger siblings. It got so bad that the government came and took her siblings away, placing them in a new house with a new family. Mac was devastated but there was nothing she could do. She didn’t have a job at the time and was still living at home with her dad. My mom basically took her under her wing until Mac moved out to California, causing me to move out here as well. Where Mac went, Caroline followed.

“Well that’s good, I’m happy for her.” She said. “So, have you been on anymore dates since the one with the rude gentleman.” My heart started to beat a bit faster. The last time I had spoken to my mother was the night I had my date with James. That was also the night Nikki showed up at my apartment.

I stalled for a moment, trying to decide if I wanted to tell her I was in a relationship. I was also stalling to find the right words to describe who I was in a relationship with. “Uh-”I started. “I’ve been seeing someone.” I spoke slowly. “He, um-”I began to stutter. “He’s in sales.” I blurted out. I threw my head back against the wall out of frustration. I should have just kept my mouth shut and told her I was becoming a nun. Well, becoming a nun was definitely not in the cards after the sins I’ve committed.

“Oh-“ My mother’s voice pipped up. “How did you meet?”

Before I could answer, the bedroom door opened, revealing a half-naked Nikki standing in the doorway. His hair was a mess and the sheet he had wrapped around his waist was hanging very low. “Are you done yet?” He yawned. I had forgotten all about my mother being on the phone, my attention focused on the man in front of me.

“Caroline, hello?” My mother called out.

“Uh-“ I stuttered. I watched as Nikki sauntered over to where I was sitting. He knelt down in front of where I was sitting. I watched him, confusion written all over my face.

“What are you doing?” I mouthed, earning a smirk.

“Caroline Vanessa, is everything okay?” My mom questioned again.

He slowly picked up my left leg, placing it over his bare shoulder, slowly kissing his way up as he did so. I couldn’t help but start breathing a little harder as his mouth worked its way up my leg. I knew where this was going and I was not going to be on the phone with my mother during it.

“Ye-yeah, mom.” My response was breathy. “I’m here.” I tried to smack Nikki away as he moved further up my legs, nipping and kissing his way up. Without warning, he slowly pulled my underwear down, burying his head between my legs.

“Oh-“ I gasped. “Mom, I’m gonna have to go.” I rambled quickly. Before she could say anything, I quickly hung up the phone, my hands instantly pulling at Nikki’s hair. His teeth pulled and his tongue worked against my most sensitive spot, it was painfully wonderful. “Nikki.” I drew out his name. I had nothing to hold on to, seeing as I was sitting on a wooden chair in the kitchen. When I first went to call my mom, Nikki was passed out in the bed, no sign of him waking up anytime soon. I hated to hang up on my mom like that but there was no way I was going to have sex with her on the other end of the phone. “Tell me what you want?” Nikki spoke as he broke for air. “Tell me, Caroline.” His eyes were filled with lust, as were mine I’m sure. I ran my hands through my hair, tugging at the ends. “Caroline.” He repeated.

“CAROLINE!”

I jolted out of bed, getting caught in the blankets and sheets that once covered my body. “Shit.” I muttered as I untangled myself from the mess, rubbing my hurt knee as I struggled to stand on both feet. “Were you having a sex dream?” Mac asked, a smile plastered on her face. My face instantly turned red as I felt utterly embarrassed. The whole thing felt so real! The way his lips moved up my thigh, the feeling of his hair between my fingers, and the conversation with my mother, it all felt so damn real. “You were totally having a sex dream!” Mac continued to gloat. “It must have been some damn good sex because I could hear you moaning all the way from the living room.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, my face an even deeper shade of crimson. In all of my 21 years on this planet, I never once had a dream like that. Sure, I’ve kissed a couple guys in my dreams, but I never had sex with them.

Mac let out a sigh, “It’s perfectly normal to have those sorts of dreams. Hell-”I watched as she hopped up on the kitchen counter. “I’ve have them on the daily.” Typical Mac. I grabbed a cup from the shelf, pouring myself a cup of coffee that I assumed Mac had just brewed.

“How long have you been here and why are you here so early?” I questioned. Mac was never an early riser. She was the type of person that was late to school half the time because she couldn’t wake up on time. Through my years of being friends with her, I learned that it was best to meet up with Mac after noon. It was a little shocking to see standing in my kitchen, fully dressed, and wide awake.

“Michael had to go meet s-“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa-“ I cut her off. “Who’s Michael?” I was confused. The last I heard from Mac’s own mouth was that she was seeing Tommy. They were practically hooking up every time they were around each other. I even caught them going at it when Nikki brought me to the studio a week or two ago.

She looked at me as if I was stupid, “He’s my new boyfriend, Caroline.” I was a little taken back by the attitude. “I told you this the other day.” She said matter-of-factly. I would have remembered if she had told me she had a new boyfriend.

“No, no you didn’t.” I replied. I watched as she rolled her eyes. I heard her mutter under her breath as she took a seat at the kitchen table. “What happened between you and Tommy?” I carefully asked, afraid she would bite my head off again. I took a seat adjacent to her, watching as she avoided eye contact. “You guys seemed pretty hot and heavy a couple weeks ag-“

“He cheated on me with some whore.” She exclaimed. “I caught them together last week, fucking asshole.” I could see tears start to pool in her eyes. I instantly placed my cup down and reached for her. She didn’t even hesitate as she wrapped her arms around my waist, crying harder at this point. Mac was the type of girl who acted as if she had a heart of stone, not caring about breakups. She would play it cool but in private would fall apart.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. I felt her start to pull away, wiping away the stray tears that were still falling. She looked up at me and shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s whatever.” She sniffed. She began to get up, drinking the rest of the coffee that I had forgotten about. “I’ll talk you later.” She made her way to the door and showed herself out. She didn’t even bother to say goodbye or anything. It was as if she was suddenly upset with me as well. It’s not like I knew about Tommy being with another girl. If I knew he was with another girl, I would defiantly let Mac know. I just hope she knows that…

“Where are we going?”

I looked over at Nikki as he sped down the highway. After my morning with Mac, I had been feeling a bit down. I tried to call her but she didn’t answer. I felt like driving over to her apartment but I decided not to. Maybe she just needed some time to calm down and get over what she was going through with Tommy. She knew that if she needed me, I would be there in a matter of minutes. I was moping on the couch watching the Brady Bunch when Nikki arrived. I didn’t even get to ask him what was going on with Tommy. He quickly rushed us out of my apartment, practically pulling me down the steps. I had no idea where we were going but a smile was plastered across his face during the drive.

“Nikki?” I exclaimed. He glanced over at me, the smile getting bigger. “Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”

He pulled his sunglasses into his hair, “It’s a surprise.” I let out a sigh. “You’re gonna love it, babe.” He tried to assure me. I just sunk deeper into the seat, watching as the scenery passed by. All the houses that we passed were pretty big, bigger than I’ve ever seen. It looked to be a very upscale neighborhood, the kind you see on Dynasty or Dallas. I was in such an awe of the neighborhood that I didn’t realize that car was slowing. Nikki slowly drove up a secluded driveway, covered by manicured bushes and trees. Once at the top, a beautiful dark, brick house faced us. I couldn’t help but admire the house. It was absolutely beautiful! “Wow.” I breathed out. I felt Nikki shut the car off, silence filling the vehicle.

“What do you think?” He asked.

 I couldn’t take my eyes off the place, “It’s beautiful.” I could hear him laugh as he opened the driver side door and stepped out. I followed his lead and stumbled out of the passenger side. The late summer sun cast a glow across the house, making it look even more magical. I felt like I was standing in front of Cinderella’s Castle at Disney World. Nikki slowly made his way over to me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Who lives here?” I looked up at him. The owner of this house was probably some record producer guy or someone in the entertainment industry that Nikki knew.

“We do.” He simply stated.

It took me a minute to register what he had said. I immediately pulled away from him, “What?” I asked.

He looked at me amused, “Welcome home, baby.” He spread his arms out wide, the same massive smile painted on his face. I continued to stare at him as if he had three heads. He stepped closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

“You wanna go in and christen the place?” He whispered, his lips meeting my neck. My pulse sped up, quickly falling for his trick. “I wanna fuck you so bad right now.” My brain regained control from my body, bringing me back to reality. I pushed Nikki away and took a couple steps back. “What’s the matter?” Nikki looked concerned.

“Why-“ I stopped, trying to find my words. “I can’t believe you did this, Nikki.” I let out a sigh. “Are you crazy or something?” A smile found its way back to his face.

“I’m crazy for you, sweetheart.” He purred, trying to pull my body back into his. I pushed him away, a bit harder than necessary. “What’s your fucking problem, Caroline!” He yelled.

“What makes you think that I’m ready to move in with you? We’ve only been dating for a couple months, that doesn’t mean I’m ready to move in with you, Nikki.” I yelled back. “You don’t move in with someone until you’ve been with them for more than a year or two, not two months.” He rolled his eyes, taking a cigarette out, lighting the end of the stick. “It’s like you don’t think about these things, Nikki.”

I watched as he puffed away on the cigarette, staring down at the ground instead of at me. His whole body was rigid and I knew that he was mad. “You’re so fucking ungrateful, Caroline.” He chuckled darkly. I’m usually a pretty calm person, not argumentative at all, but his statement lit a fire under me.

“Excuse me?” I questioned. “You’re seriously calling me ungrateful because I won’t move in with you? I’m not the one who told you to buy this house.”

I watched as he rolled his eyes, throwing down his cigarette. “I bought the house for you, Caroline. I bought it so we could live together because I fucking love you!” He yelled the last part. “I don’t want to drive through the valley after being on the road for god-knows how long just to see you. I want you to be in this house and this house only.”

I continued to stare at him, the words “being on the road” rolling through my brain. “You’re going on tour?”

He nodded his head, “Yeah. Ozzy Osborne asked us to tour with him for a bit.” I looked up at him confused. I had no idea who this Ozzy Osborne person was. “Don’t tell me you don’t know who fucking Ozzy Osborne is?” He raised his voice annoyed. I just looked back to the ground, giving him my answer. He should have known I wouldn’t know who this person or band was. I explained to him multiple times that I didn’t grow up listening to the same music as he did. I never heard of half the people he would tell me about.

“God dammit, Caroline.” Nikki ran his hands through his hair. “You’re so fucking dense sometimes.”

I could feel tears start to form in my eyes as his words sunk in. “I’m sorry that I’m not educated in the world of rock and roll like you are, Nikki.” I spoke. “We all can’t be rock stars that get to tour around with some rock and roll God that you’re portraying this Ozzy guy to be. Some of us have practical jobs and lives that need to be lived. We all can’t be living in fantasy land.” I shot back. It was as if my mouth took control and everything that I wanted to say at that moment just spilled out.

Nikki stayed silent for a moment, a smirk forming on his face. I watched as he slowly walked toward me, pinning me against his new Camaro. He bent down, his lips brushing against my ear, “The fantasy land that I’m living in-” He paused. “Bought you this fucking house, darling.” He whispered, causing goosebumps to erupt all over. I felt his body push into mine as his arm wrapped around my waist. His lips placed light kisses behind my ear as his fingers travelled to the hem of my dress. “Nikki, please.” I tried to push him away, trying to resist the temptation.

“Please, what?” His teeth pulled at my earlobe, causing the air to leave my body. He was doing what he did best; he was using sex to make me forget about the argument we just had. He was pulling me in, trying to convince me it was okay to move in with him so short in our relationship. Any other girl probably would have just given in and let him drag them into the house and allow him to have his way with them. Any other girl would have been ecstatic to hear that their rock star boyfriend, who’s fame was rising every day, bought them a gorgeous home to live in. Any other girl would not care that the so-called rocker boyfriend’s attitude was changing day by day, never knowing which version of Nikki was going to show up. I guess you could say I was unlike the other girls out in the world who would do anything to have Nikki Sixx buying them houses and pinning them against expensive vehicles.

“Please get off me.” I muttered, pushing him away again. I watched as his eyes went wild, the same pissed off expression from before finding it’s place once again. “Just take me home, please.” I asked defeated. Nikki stood there for a moment, not saying a word, before rolling his eyes and stalking towards the car. I watched as he ripped open the driver’s door, getting in, and starting the engine. I let out a sigh, following in his direction.

The whole car ride was awkward and silent, neither one of us willing to talk to the other. I could feel the tension rising off Nikki as he tore through the canyons and curvy roads. I eventually told him to slow down, only making him go faster in annoyance. Once he pulled up to my apartment complex, I ripped off the seatbelt and exited the car. I didn’t bother to say goodbye or even turn to look back. Nikki must have felt the same seeing as once the passenger side door was closed, he sped off like some kind of maniac.

Once I was inside of my apartment, I threw myself on the bed and started to cry. I cried because I was so frustrated with Nikki. I cried because I was frustrated with myself. I also cried because I didn’t know if this would be the end of Nikki and I’s relationship….

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Honky Dancer series - Chapter 2

Chapter title: Contracts and options Read the previous installment here: Chapter 1 Rating: M Pairing: Taron x OC Warnings: Slight cursing A/N: I hope you love the drama in this chapter as much as I loved writing it! More mature themes will develop, so be warned! Enjoy! X

My alarm went off far too early because I had spent most of the night tossing and turning with both nerves and excitement over my audition. I felt I had done well and made an impression; I knew I had worked my butt off, not only during the audition itself but also just to get there in the first place. I was tired enough to stop at Notes Coffee Roasters and pick up an iced latte, figuring I could spare the calories, on my way to my 6 a.m. aerobics class. I truly loved teaching but if there was one class I would gladly give up it would be aerobics; who in their right mind wanted to get up before the sun did just to sweat for 45 minutes? I was never awake enough for the cheeriness of my suburban football-mom students.

I’m pretty sure I sipped half of my latte down in one pull and groaned against the subsequent brain freeze as I opened up the studio. It took everything in me to summon up the energy to get through aerobics without shouting my instructions in a bitchy manner, and I was positively exhausted by the time I made it through conditioning, beginning basics, intermediate amateur, and one of my personal favorites, toddler tap. I mean, there was very little actual tapping going on, but the students always made up for it in the cuteness factor.

I eagerly checked my phone when I went on break but I hadn’t received the call I’d been hoping for. Mads and I quickly walked to our favorite lunch hideout, a place called Hemsley + Hemsley inside the Selfridges. I ordered my go-to cold-pressed green juice and we decided to share the orange-blossom-infused yogurt and honey-filled chestnut crepe.

“Any news?” Madison asked me as we tucked into our food and juices.

“Not yet. It’s killing me,” I admitted.

“So tell me, how did it go? You’ve got to fill me in!” she grinned. I told her all about the process and how I’d made some friends and hoped we all got in together before she asked me point blank if I’d run into anyone famous while at Paramount. My face flushed but before I could tell her about Taron my phone rang.

“It’s them!” I hissed at Mads in excitement, before picking up the call. “Hello?” I said, probably sounding way too eager.

“Hello love,” an incredibly familiar voice said on the other end, and I fairly choked on my pressed juice.

“Hi, hey,” I said, trying to recover. “Um … What do I owe this pleasure?” I asked awkwardly, and Taron just chuckled on the other end.

“I wanted to personally deliver the news myself that you’ve been selected as one of our dancers. So congratulations, love. I hope you’re very pleased, as I am,” he said with a grin in his voice.

Holy shit, I mouthed to Mads as she squealed in her seat, unaware of who exactly I was talking to.

“I ...yes, of course I’m incredibly excited,” I laughed after I managed to recover my composure. “I just wouldn’t have expected Paramount to make you their errand boy,” I teased. Mads gave me a funny look, desperate to know what was happening.

This earned a hearty laugh from Taron on the other end. “I asked to deliver the news personally,” he grinned. “You are, after all, my favorite dancer.”

“That’s entirely too kind of you to say,” I said, taken aback.

“Well I did sit through 40 solos just for the privilege to watch you dance so I feel I have a right to make that assessment,” he said lightly.

“Oh my God, I don’t deserve for you to think that,” I replied.

“Well, we’ll see about that, won’t we?” he said gently before clearing his throat. “So you can stop by the studios at your convenience today to fill out the contract and hopefully that will be amenable.”

“Good, of course,” I said, shaking my head. “I’ll be there as soon as I’m done with work.”

“Perfect. See you then,” he said nonchalantly. I wasn’t sure whether he actually meant that or it was just a standard thing to have said, but we took our good-byes and I sat there in dumbfounded silence until Mads couldn’t take it anymore.

“What is all of this?” she asked, making a circular motion in the air around my face, which was probably as red as a robin’s breast.

“I was getting to that part,” I laughed, hiding my face behind my hands for a second. “I ran into the film’s lead, Taron, when I was at auditions yesterday. Well, he actually opened a door into me, and I fell and it was spectacularly embarrassing,” I admitted with a laugh. “But somehow that possessed him to watch us all dance… Out of pity? I don’t know,” I shrugged as the incredulous look just grew on Madison’s face the more I rambled. “So anyway, he just called me to tell me I was cast as a dancer so... I’m in!” I squealed at that.

“Taron didn’t watch your ass dance out of sympathy, are you crazy?” Madison giggled. “He’s probably fancying you,” she said with a smirk, and I shook my head.

“No no no, we’re not even going there. Me, dancer. Him, actor. That’s like different species and different species don’t mix,” I laughed, as Madison threw an orange slice at me.

“You are so daft!” she laughed. “How can you not see when a boy likes you? You with your gorgeous strawberry-blonde locks and blue eyes and freckles. It’s disgusting, really. I just look like the boring brown blah ugly duckling next to you,” she said a bit wistfully, chin in her hand.

“Oh come on, Mads, you’re gorgeous. And it’s not like I exactly know how to pick ’em, considering Zayn and all,” I sighed, referring to my ex.

“Yes well, the world isn’t full of Zayns. He’s extra special,” she said, stabbing a bit of crepe with extra gusto and poking it in her mouth.

“If by extra special you mean extra wanker, then yeah,” I said, shaking my head as we both just giggled.

“Well I’m sure Taron’s not like that at all,” she said. “It’s not like I haven’t watched every YouTube interview out there,” she said with a touch of sarcasm. “He seems incredibly sweet to people,” she pointed out. Leave it to my best friend to be obsessed with him; I had tried my hardest to convince her to audition with me but she said her skills outside of ballet were rusty at best and she would be just be embarrassing herself. I appreciated her teasing me about it though; I couldn’t deny Taron was handsome, though I didn’t exactly download every picture to my phone.

“He’s very nice, I can already tell that. And maybe he even thinks I’m pretty, sure. But we’re only co-cast members, you know, and I’ll just be in the background. He’s really the star. Besides, he doesn’t even know me. Not like we had a chat or anything. He had to call me by my bib number first, after all,” I laughed.

“Just never say never, Juliette. Life can surprise you,” Madison grinned at me. But I had already had plenty of surprises in my life, and I was ready to be done with that. We finished our lunch and made it back for afternoon classes; thankfully I only had two more to get through before I could head over to Paramount. I was absolutely knackered by the time I packed up my dance bag and pulled sweats on over my leotard and tights. I waved to Madison as I passed her classroom and she gave me a thumbs up before I headed to the tube station, responding to a few texts from my ex and feeling once again annoyed at his lack of responsibility. You see, I had to stay in contact with him because we both had one shared thing in common: A certain precocious 7-year-old daughter named Clara.

<You promised me you’d be able to watch her while I’m in rehearsals. I really need you to step up. This isn’t negotiable and mummy can’t watch her all the time either.> I texted back, sighing slightly to myself.

I knew relying on Zayn had been a bad idea to begin with, as he’d never proven himself mature enough to handle being a father in any regular capacity. He’d do well for a couple months and then fall off the map again, drinking and losing his job and couch-surfing with friends. But for Clara to not know her father had made me feel like a terrible person, so every time he came around promising that he’d cleaned up I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I hardly knew what it was to not be disappointed in a man any more.

<Yeah and those excuses don’t cut it, Zayn. It’s always excuses. Your daughter is more important than some show. She needs a father so I can stop explaining at school why this completely bright student has behavioral issues. But you would know that if you were involved.> I rubbed my temple, annoyed and too exhausted to have this fight all over again.

<You’re absolutely right, actually. I’ll cancel the plans and try to sell the tickets. Sorry to bother you.> He texted back, and I groaned slightly. Of course now I felt like the asshole, and it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy time with my daughter.

<You’re an absolute saint, Letty> He sent back, making me cringe at the pet name he had given me that now left a bad taste in my mouth. I sighed and texted my mum a head’s up about the change in plans, grateful for everything she had done for me and Clara over the years. I don’t know what I would have done without her help, to be sure. Being a single mum had proven incredibly challenging and I wasn’t sure how I would have been able to afford child care and rent on my meager paychecks. I probably would have had to give up dance but my mum knew how important that dream had always been for me. I had more stability now then when I was performing, but that didn’t mean the challenge to give Clara a stable life didn’t remain.

I was lost in thought by the time I arrived at Paramount, but I tried to put all of that aside so I could focus on the task at hand. I’d also received a steady stream of excited texts from Leah, Pietre, Dennis and Markus; all five of us had made it onto the cast and it felt like a bit of a celebration. I wasn’t exactly sure where I was going but helpful signs had been posted about on the walls, so I followed the giant black arrows through the maze of halls until I arrived at a lobby, where a couple other dancers were sat waiting.

“Juliette!” someone called my name. I spied Markus against the wall, waving at me and I happily jogged over to sit next to him as he moved his bag out of the way. “I saved you a seat,” he said, flashing me a grin of exceptionally perfect, white teeth. While we chatted about our mutual love of ballet and our tragic falls from grace [Markus, too, had experienced a career-ending injury] as principals, I noticed up-close that his eyes were a lovely shade of pale grey. I’d never quite seen eyes like that before, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit mesmerized by both his gaze and his instant charm. It was nice to feel like someone was on my level and could understand what I’d fought through to get here. Other dancers came and went, and when Markus was finally called back to the office I texted Madison furiously about him, unashamedly giggly about it.

<Does someone have a bit of a crush or what?> Madison teased me lightly.

<You don’t get it, he’s rather dishy and so charming and suave. And he gets me.> I wrote back.

<Yeah and what about Taron?> Mads asked.

<Besides, if Taron’s here I haven’t seen him. And what am I supposed to do anyway, hang them up next to each other side-by-side and compare their traits?>

<AND Clara. Don’t forget, this is a packaged deal.> I wrote back, smiling as my mum sent me a sweet Snapchat of my daughter playing piano. She finished the song and, beaming into the camera, smiled, waved and announced that she was going to be as good as Elton some day, which made me laugh softly. I’m glad my mum and I had passed down our impeccable taste in music already to my daughter; it was so much better than the trash punk her father listened to.

I happened to look up just then and saw Taron leaning into the lobby from the doorway, clearly searching for someone, and his face brightened as soon as he spotted me. He strode in and despite the obvious gasps of recognition from the other dancers there, he beelined straight for me. I was both flattered and embarrassed about that fact, all too aware of the jealous expressions tossed my way.

“You made it!” Taron grinned at me, as if he’d been worried I would have decided against this whole thing.

“Of course,” I laughed, adjusting in my seat at the same time he surprised me with a hug so I nearly knocked my head into his teeth. “Shit, sorry,” I apologized but he must have found my awkwardness amusing because he laughed and shrugged it off.

“Continuing that klutzy streak I see?” he teased, raising a characteristic eyebrow at me.

“Always,” I said with a laugh. “Truly don’t know how I stay employed at the dance studio, to be honest,” I continued the rolling joke.

“Oh, do you teach?” he asked, earnestly curious in me.

“Yeah, mostly young kids,” I smiled at that. “I really do love it, getting to inspire the next generation of dancers.”

“I can see that,” he studied me for a moment, and I had to look away from the intensity of his green eyes. “You always seem so passionate about it, I can’t imagine that not translating to every area of your life.”

I was about to respond but just then Markus returned and somehow seemed to have a double-take when he noticed Taron sitting in his vacated seat next to me. He came over to me and, right in front of Taron, told me he looked forward to dancing alongside me and then point-blank asked me if I wanted to get drinks with him some time. I felt absolutely flustered at his offer and managed to stammer out a ‘yes, sure, love to’ before Markus leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

“Cheerio,” he smiled to me, flicking the tip of my nose lightly before sweeping out of the room.

“Well that was a production, wasn’t it,” Taron remarked, the buzz of something low in his voice.

“Mmm, dancers are dramatic,” I tried to laugh, but Taron was no longer smiling.

“Tell me about it, love, I’m an actor. I get being dramatic but that was something else,” he replied, giving me a slight chill down my back, but I had absolutely no time to react because my name was called then.

“I should … get in there,” I said softly, as Taron rearranged his expression and put a smile on his face. If I hadn’t been so focused on him I might have lost the nuance of that.

“Of course you should,” he replied with a nod. I got up and walked into the office, Taron’s steely gaze following after me. I did my best to focus on the contract terms and everything that would be required of me as I signed form after nondisclosure form, but something had just happened back there that I was having trouble deciphering. I figured I should probably run it by Mads because she seemed to have a knack for understanding people. I was still distracted by the time I finished the paperwork and was handed a stack of information and rehearsal schedules, and so when I exited the lobby and turned the corner I ran straight into Taron, managing to drop my stack of papers all over the hallway floor.

“Jesus Churchill Jones, what are you doing here?” I asked in surprise, as Taron crouched down and picked up my papers for me.

“I thought I’d walk you out, if that was alright?” he asked. “I know you were weirded out earlier and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine, if a little miffed,” I shrugged as we started walking back through the labyrinth of halls toward the exit, Taron still carrying my papers. I realized that I was just inherently trusting Taron to lead the way, figuring he already knew the place like the back of his hand.

“It just seemed a bit possessive to me, the way that dancer acted toward you,” Taron tried to explain.

“Possessive? How?” I laughed lightly at that. “Markus and I got on quite well before you showed up.”

“But that’s exactly it. He shouldn’t have felt threatened by me at all. I’ve just seen it before,” he said, his eyes trained on the floor. But then he reached out for my hand and stopped me, turning me to face him. “I’m saying this completely as a friend, just be careful with him.” There was something so deeply vulnerable in the way that Taron was looking at me that I felt I had to take what he said seriously. I couldn’t detect any ulterior motives there, so I filed the warning away in my mind and half-wondered if Taron could sense my weakness for men who seemed so polished on the outside but could secretly be snakes.

“I’ll be careful,” I said, as much to make Taron feel better as to remind myself. We continued walking, as I asked how things were going with him. He filled me in on everything he had to accomplish as filming neared, learning the piano, working new arrangements of the music, and all of the pre-production work that had to happen. It really kind of amazed me how dedicated he was to the project, and even more so how highly he spoke of Elton himself.

“Well, I should stop boring you,” Taron chuckled as we arrived at the exit doors, but I shook my head.

“You’re absolutely not a bore. I’m sure I could listen to you talk about it for hours on end,” I smiled genuinely at that.

“If we both weren’t so busy, maybe I’d ask a certain dancer to have dinner with me some time so then I could truly bore her for hours,” he said with a wink, his demeanor completely changed from earlier. He was at once adorably flirtatious with me, and I couldn’t help but swoon slightly.

“Maybe she might just say she’d love to,” I grinned back. He fished a pen out of his pocket and scrawled his phone number across the top of the stack of papers before handing them to me.

“We’ll plan it… eventually,” he grinned before giving me the “call me” gesture and making me laugh.

I took my leave, Taron holding the door for me as the perfect gentleman he was and waving to me long after I’d hurried down the street. I felt my heart warring inside of me a bit, and I had no idea what I was supposed to think. With these thoughts burning into my soul, I took the train across London to pick up my sweet daughter. At least I still had that to look forward to, I thought as I made sure to transfer Taron’s number into my phone before I forgot or misplaced it.

<Hey, it’s me, your favorite dancer!> I sent a quick text, just so he had my number as well and definitely not expecting the immediate reply I got back.

<And saved. If you send me a pic I’ll add it to your profile.> My stomach suddenly lit on fire with nerves at that, for no bloody reason at all. I had all of my contacts with photos, so it only made sense that Taron might as well. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the request but the idea of sending him my face made me feel some kind of way. I swiped through my pictures, most of them stupid selfies, but I finally decided on the professional headshot I’d had taken for the audition. I felt it showed the best of me, and I looked half-decent enough, dare I say pretty. The photographer had at least had the sense to focus on one of my best features; my blue eyes stood out like sapphires.

Taron immediately sent me back one of his own, a decidedly more personal shot but he looked gorgeous none-the-less. I attached the photo to his profile and then stashed my phone for a moment, needing to focus on my daughter as I hopped off the train at my stop and dashed for my mum’s house. I let myself in and found them in the kitchen, my daughter drawing a picture that she immediately abandoned as soon as she saw me.

“Mummy’s here!” she squealed, running into my waiting arms and hugging me tightly. “I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, my darling,” I said, running my fingers through her tangled bright red curls; where she got that color was beyond me, but I loved it. “How was school?” I asked.

“A bit of a bore, really. Teacher says I’m too smart for my class,” she added importantly.

“Hmm, well, hopefully you didn’t sass her too much,” I sighed, giving my mum a knowing glance.

“I didn’t!” she said, putting her little hands on her hips.

“I’ll have to have a talk with your school when I can fit it in about moving you a grade, but otherwise I guess you’ll just have to pretend to not be bored, Clara-bean,” I said with a laugh. “Don’t want all the other students to think you’re a know-it-all.”

“They already think that, mum,” she said dramatically, to which my mum shook her head.

“Perhaps you ought to put her in the performing arts academy instead,” she pointed out as I bit my thumb in thought.

“You’ve got a fair point, mum,” I smiled. “Thanks for watching her, again. I’d say I owe you but at this point the debt is quite unpayable.”

“Oh hush now, Juliette. I will never turn down time with my grand,” she said, giving Clara a hug and helping her clean up her mess on the kitchen table while I took a chance to use the toilet.

<Mads… I’ve got to phone you as soon as I get Clara down to sleep tonight!> I fired off a quick text.

<Oohh did something happen?> she asked immediately.

<You could say that. Things have got a fair bit confusing.> She sent back a couple emojis and question marks and I sighed. <It’s too long to type out. Just have your phone on you.>

<God I love you. See you then.> I finished my business in the toilet and made sure my daughter had all of her things before we took the tube back to our home. I made dinner, we took Troy out for his evening walk, and soon I was getting my daughter bathed and brushed and ready for bed. I read her a small story and tucked her in, kissing her forehead sweetly as she hugged her plushie unicorn to her. I couldn’t help wishing that I wasn’t the only one bidding her sweet dreams and turning off the light; what I wouldn’t give to have a man in the picture who wanted to be there for us both. But that felt as much a fantasy as the unicorns I’d just finished reading about.

I checked my phone and had a couple missed texts from Markus, just sweet messages making sure I’d made it in for the night. I texted back in affirmation and wondered if Taron had totally missed the mark; I hadn’t gotten any weird vibe from Markus until I ended up between them both.

I had just gotten the dishes cleaned up and put away when Mads rang. I popped open the door and let her in; she was carrying three bottles of wine, which made me laugh. There was no way we were going to drink that much; we both had early classes to teach in the morning. Still, I retrieved a bottle opener and glasses and we popped each of them open, having a sip and agreeing that the moscato was the best option.

“So tell me!” she said, sitting cross-legged on the couch and sipping her wine as I did my best to retell the whole scenario, her eyes growing wide and then wider after I told her I now had Taron’s number too.

“They had a mental cockfight over you,” Madison giggled over her glass of wine.

“What? You’re insane, no. No… right?” I said. “No…that’s crazy,” I added for good measure.

“To be fair, it sounds like this Markus started it,” she smirked. “But Taron totally dished.”

“Ugh, English please,” I sighed.

“They both like you and tried to outdo each other,” she rolled her eyes. “I can practically see the puffed-up chests now.”

“Stop,” I laughed, throwing a cork at her and making her squeal. “That is not how it went down. Taron was trying to warn me, as a friend.”

“As a future person who wants to get in your pants,” she smirked, waggling her eyebrows at me.

“Mads, you’re making me mental!” I said, tossing the rest of my wine back and nearly choking as the liquor hit my throat. “It wasn’t like that with him. You didn’t see the way he was trying to look out for me.”

“In all seriousness, babes, I think you should really consider your options here.”

“My options. You say that like I have them, like I could just choose,” I said with a huff.

“Well they both asked you out, didn’t they?” she grinned, not remotely fazed by my tone. “See who impresses you more. That’s what I would do.”

“Date two guys at once?” I laughed, shaking my head. “Isn’t that a bit scandalous? I don’t wish to shame my mum.”

“It’s only dating if you call it that,” she smirked lightly.

“Oh Mads, you’re devious, aren’t you,” I said, shaking my head.

“Just live a little, Juliette. You’ve been banging on about how awful Zayn is for 6 years now. You might as well try and move on.” I couldn’t deny that she had a point there. Maybe the distraction would be a good thing.

“And what about Clara?” I asked softly. “I have to consider her.”

“She will be fine. Kids are resilient and adaptable, far more than we are. And as far as Markus or Taron are concerned, cross that bridge when it comes, you know? Just start from the beginning. Go to drinks, go to dinner. Have some fun. The good Queen herself knows you need it.”

We talked and drank some more, far more than we should have, and Madison ended up crashing on my couch because she was too wine-sick to get herself home. But I truly didn’t mind; it wasn’t our first and wouldn’t be our last late-night chat, and Clara considered her an auntie. I gently pulled a blanket around her snoozing form and made sure she was comfortable before shutting the lights off, a small headache beginning to throb. I got myself ready and changed into jammies before crawling in under the covers, bumping my phone slightly and causing the screen to illuminate. I had a text from Taron waiting, his face smiling out at me. I quickly opened it, my heart beating a tiny bit faster as I tried to focus my drunken, exhausted eyes enough to read the text.

“Holy. Shit,” I breathed out loud, closing my eyes and totally unable to process what he meant. But oh, was I thrilled. A part of me felt more alive and excited than I had in probably ten years, when boys still meant adventure and romance and sex and love and sunsets on the beach and drinking too much and making out in the backseat and all of those magical things I felt I had given up on. To feel that breathless anticipation again made my world shift on its axis. The problem, of course, was that I wasn’t exactly sure who had caused that shift.

Find out who Juliette might choose in Chapter 3 Here!

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Phantom of the Opera 1

Hello!! This is going to be based on this post I made a little bit ago. I was watching the movie and kinda just thought of it. So why not make it an AU? Enjoy!

Also- (Mostly when it comes to costumes.) I will be referencing the live action play, as it’s my favorite version, but I also love the movie! And will reference aspects of it too.

(PART 2-> here)

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Present time…..

Adrien Agreste perks up at his old age of 70, as the auctioneer describes the musical box his late wife had described in such detail to him.

“ This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order.”

He taps his nurses hand so she could place a bet.

The bidding continues, but Adrien ends up buying the musical box, taking in the details of it as it is placed in his lap. A Papier-mache musical box, in the shape of a barrel-organ. Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals.

He whispers/sings quietly, half to himself, half to the

box, “ A collector's piece indeed, every detail exactly as she said…. She often spoke of you, my friend, your velvet lining, and your figurine of lead. Will you still play, when all the rest of us are dead?“

The auctioneer clears their throat, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Lot..666, a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera” they paused, pondering on how to continue, “ A mystery never fully explained. We are told ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which was in the famous disaster. Our workshops have restored it and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when re-assembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination…..gentlemen?” The auctioneer smirked flipping the switch.

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Past time.....

Roughly 50+ years ago.

Juleka sighed as Kim messed up his note again, smashing her fingers down onto the piano keys

“Signor ... its ’Rome’ not ’Roma’” she says, frustration in her voice.

Kim rolled his eyes turning his attention to the dark haired girl, wearing a purple dress, hair in an updo but half covering her face in a swoop. “Right right, sorry Madame Couffaine”

Juleka took a deep breath, “Okay..again! Sad to return—“ she groaned silently, getting cut off by the owner of the Opera House, M. Lefevre.

“This way gentlemen! Ahh yes hello ladies and gentlemen. I’m sure you all have met M. Gabriel and M. Andre! “ he beamed gesturing over to the two men.

“I’m sorry Monsieur, But if this could wait until after practice?” Madame Bustier called out coming from behind the ballet dancers. Wearing her usual black gown, hair up and out of her face, staff in hand.

“Oh sorry of course Madame Bustier “ M. Lefevre moves aside letting the rehearsal continue.

The ballet dancers came to center stage,dress in tight dark brown corsets, with light brown fishnet designs dropping off into their legs, hair down and curled to the max. In the mix of all the girls, a brownish/red haired girl stood out from the others.

“Who is that young women?” M. Gabriel asked Lefevre

“Ahh that is Alya Bustier, Madame Bustiers daughter, one of our best and most promising dancers Monsieur!” Lefevre smiled watching the girls but frowned as a raven haired one fell out of step.

Madame Bustier firmly tapped her staff on the stage “Dupain-Cheng! Concentrate! “ Madam Bustier said, eyes the dark haired girl.

“Dupain-Cheng? Curious name..” M. Andre trailed off

“Any relation to the late, famous violinists duo Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng?” M. Gabriel asked curiously

Lefevre sighed “Yes, their shy daughter. Sadly, she always has her head in the clouds and is very clumsy.“

They singers and dancers continue their practice for Hannibal, ending with applause form M. Gabriel, Andre And Lefevre.

“Fantastic! “ M. Andre smiles greeting Kim

“The pleasure is mine signor!” Kim smiles boasting a bit about himself. But as always, Chloe, comes forward making her presence known to those in the room, wearing her royal red gown, detailed in gold.

“Ahh and the magnificent Chloe!” M.Gabriel goes over, kissing the top of her hand. She smiles wide moving her hair from her shoulder, making sure everyone in the rehearsal knew of her popular status.

“Signora! If I remember correctly there is a fabulous solo in act three, if you would, give us a private performance? As long as Madame Couffaine agrees?” M. Andre smiled looking up at Chloe with smiling eyes.

“My manager commands, Maestra? “ Chloe looks over at Juleka demandingly.

“Of course, Will two bars be fine?” She questions making her way back behind the piano.

“That will be sufficient.” Chloé smirked making her way to center stage, taking the scarf from her stage maid, Sabrina. “Maestra!”

Juleka began on the piano playing the introduction of the solo song from act three. The sweet slow sounds filling the room.

Chloe began to sing, “Think of me..think of me fondly,

when we've said goodbye.

Remember me once in a while -

please promise me you'll try.

When you find...that, once again, you long

to take your heart-“ she yelled jumping back as she was cut off by a backdrop falling down onto the stage floor

“It’s him!! The Phantom of the Opera!!” Alya shouts amongst the other dancers. “He’s with us! The ghost!!”

“Chloe, Chloe! Are you alright?! “ Kim questions rushing over to her dramatically.

“Get down here now, Ivan!” Lefevre screams up to walkway above them

“Is no one else worried about our Prima Donna?!” Kim asks frustrated at the lack of attention to the pair. He begins to fan Chloe as she dramatically pretends as if she’s going to faint. Calling for her stage maid Sabrina.

Ivan emerges from the back holding a cut rope, almost looking like a noose. He frowns as he crosses the stage.

“Ivan! What was going on up there?!” Lefevre yells

“Please Monsieur, Do not look at me. As God as my witness, I was not at my post. “ he paused moving closer to the former owner. “There’s no one up there, and if there is...it must have been a ghost!”

Alya makes her way to her mother “I told you! He’s there! The phantom of the opera!! “

“ Mademoiselle please!” Lefevre calls out.

“Madame Chloe, these things do happen..” he trailed off hoping to calm the drama queen.

She hums, scrunching up her nose, shaking her head vigorously, “ Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous! Yes! These things do happen. And until you stop these things from happening,” she gestured to herself ”this thing doesn't happen!” she screams making her way off the stage calling out orders. Sabrina following close by.

“Amateurs!” Kim calls out following Chloe out.

“Well gentlemen.. I’ll leave you to it then! If you need me, I’ll be in Frankfurt! “ Lefevre smiles and leaves the stage with quickness. Enjoying the fact this is no longer his mess to take care of.

“Mlle Chloe will be back!” M. Andre states shakily.

“You really think so? Well, I have a message for you Monsieur, It’s from the Opera Ghost. “ Madame Bustier says handing over the letter to the new stage managers. The dancers whispering and twirling around in fear and mischief. Along with the crew behind the curtains, coming forward to hear what the letter says.

“My god! You’re all mad!” M. Gabriel grumbles loudly, taking the note from Andres hands.

Madame Bustier smirks, “He merely welcomes you to his opera house, and commands you to continue to leave Box Five empty for his use…” She points up to the balcony box with her staff. “...and reminds you that his salary is due.” She points to the letter showing them where she is speaking of.

Confused, M. Andre asks “His salary??” He glanced over to the letter in Gabriel’s hands.

“Monsieur Lefevre paid him twenty thousand francs a month. Perhaps you can afford more, with the Vicomte de Chagny as your patron.” She chimed, taking a glance over at the raven haired girl clinging to Alya nervously.

“I wanted to announce that myself, but yes he will be here, in our box. “ M. Gabriel states, rather annoyed his big announcement was spoiled.

“Who is Chloe’s understudy?” M. Andre asks the maestra, hoping to calm the waters.

Juleka rolls her eyes, and said “There is no understudy! The work is new!” She scoffs at their ignorance.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng could sing it sir!” Alya calls out pulling the shy girl with her.

“The chorus girl?” They men say simultaneously, eyeing both of the young women.

“She’s been taking lessons from a great teacher Monsieur,” Alya beamed at Andre, hope in her eyes for her friend to be in the spotlight she deserves.

“From whom Mlle. Dupain-Cheng?” M. Gabriel asks almost coldly.

Marinette pulls on a strand of hair, and nervously says “I-I do not know, s-sir “

Gabriel turns to Andre flustered “Can you believe it!?! A full house and we have to cancel-“

Madame Bustier interjected, “Let her sing for you M. She has been well taught. “

Juleka takes her spot behind the piano smiling at Marinette. “From the beginning of the aria then?” Marinette gives her a small nod. Then glanced over to her best friend Alya, who gives her a nod and smile of support.

She takes a shaky deep breath, attempting to calm her nerves. She could feel her heart race, thumping against her chest so hard and loud. She began to sing—

“Think of me..”

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Paper Hearts Chapter 5 (Branjie) -- meggie

A/N: I’ve changed to using male pronouns for Brooke and female for Vanjie because it felt more natural. I hope the switch isn’t distracting!

A huge thank you to Evan, my conspiracy partner in crime. I buy 100% of your theories and live for Nancy Drew nights, babe. Thank you for being you and for letting me borrow one of your theories. ;) Thank you to pinkgrapefruit for taking a look at this before anyone else and telling me I was on the right track and to writworm42 for giving it the final once-over.

This chapter is dedicated to all the beautiful souls on the Branjie Discord because every single one of you lights up my life on the daily. Who else can I geek out with about THAT LIVE at 11 p.m. and theorize with at 11 a.m. when I’m supposed to be teaching America’s youth? TL;DR: you guys are the best and I’m so glad we’ve made our little family.

And to all of you, for reading, liking, reblogging, and commenting. Let me know what you think either here or on my personal blog @artificialmeggie. My ask box is always open and I LOVE hearing from you. You make this otherwise useless hobby of mine worthwhile. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Enjoy Chapter Five: In which Brooke regrets telling Nina, asks Vanjie what it all means, and receives an offer he can’t refuse.

It’s halfway through Monday before Brooke starts to regret telling Nina.

He and Vanessa spend Saturday talking and kissing and “getting to know each other.” Production takes them to a movie on Sunday, so they hold hands under the cover of darkness in the theater and hidden under Vanjie’s hoodie in the van.

No one really seems to be any the wiser. Silky and Nina watch them with sidelong glances, Silky through narrowed, cynical eyes, and Nina with her Disney character smile and the excitement of a mother watching her child flourish and blossom for the first time.

Brooke guesses he can’t exactly hold that against her—Nina has been like a surrogate drag mother to him, and this is a pretty big step forward for Brooke Lynn, who until this point was pretty sure he was going to die alone in his apartment and be devoured by his cats.

He’s an optimist.

What he can and absolutely will hold against Nina is choosing both him and Vanessa to be on her team for the Diva Worship challenge.

(Although Brooke will never complain about working with Nina because he adores her. Just call him Delano.)

And Brooke isn’t mad about working with Vanjie, but they had decided (together. After many shared kisses and touches) that it may be better to keep things under wraps for now. They both know that eventually this thing between them—whatever it is—will have to be revealed to the other girls, but Brooke is hopeful they can get to the top seven or eight before it becomes an issue.

Not to mention that it’s probably best they keep their distance. It will be easier to keep their heads on straight that way. Easier to not get distracted. Just a better situation all around.

(If he’s being completely honest, he had said all this while Vanessa nibbled at his neck and run her hands under Brooke’s shirt and hummed her consent against Brooke’s lips.)

But before Vanjie had left for the night, Brooke paused and pulled away and said, “Seriously. We can’t let this get in the way.”

Vanessa had smirked a little, but nodded. “You right. When I beat you I want it to be because I beat you, not ‘cause you were distracted by all this.” Then she’d taken Brooke’s hands and run them down her body until they’d landed on her hips and they’d started kissing again, long and deep and languid.)

Ballet training is about discipline, and normally Brooke has that in spades. But when Vanessa is around, all bets are off. He wants to touch her, hug her, kiss her. He longs to pull her into his lap, press his mouth against the sensitive pulse point just under her ear, and suck gently, like he’d done countless times over the weekend after he’d discovered the way it made Vanjie’s breath hitch in her throat.

But Brooke is a Professional™, and no amount of animal magnetism that draws him to Vanessa will distract him from his main goal: the crown, the title, the $100,000 he has earmarked for charity. The knowledge that he actually fucking did it. That he won the biggest pageant of his life. That he’s worthy.

There are no second chances on Drag Race for girls like him, the polished, poised, and perfect ones, the ones who should win the first time around, and Brooke knows he has to get this right on the first go. No. Excuses.

No distractions.

So. He isn’t pressed about working with Vanjie, but he doesn’t think it’s fair that he’s essentially performing two challenges in the same go, even if it’s by his own making. Because fighting the temptation to touch Vanessa is proving to be one of the most difficult things he’s encountered so far. Even though he knows it’s for the best.

Luckily Nina sees it fit to assign Brooke the role as her co-host and give Vanessa a role of her own, and Brooke sighs in relief. He’s more than happy to play second fiddle to Nina, feed off her energy, banter. That part will be easy. Finding ways to treat Vanessa like just a good Judy for the next twenty-four hours… That might not be so simple.

*****

Silky’s on their team too. Which is fine. Silky is good off the cuff. Silky will make the best of the challenge, even though she’s working with Ariel, and their relationship is more than strained after last week’s blow up. But they’re fine. They’ll be fine.

Brooke constantly feels eyes on him, and he knows they almost certainly belong to Dr. Ganache, watching him, judging him.

They fly through the challenge. He and Nina banter and it’s easy and wonderful; their years of friendship pay off again. Silky and Ariel sound great when they do their music number, any drama from last week cast aside in Britney’s name. And then there’s Vanjie…

Vanessa performs her exorcism on Yvie and Mercedes, and Brooke nearly ruins his makeup because he’s laughing so hard. And it’s that personality, the sense of humor, the sheer wit and ability to let go and be human (flawed and brilliant and totally, completely beautiful) that Brooke feels himself so attracted to.

“You messaged me,” Vanjie had said on Saturday when they were lying together in Brooke’s bed, the lengths of their bodies pressed together, her fingertips tracing the outlines of Brooke’s daisies with the lightest of touches. “Remember? Last year?”

Brooke had nodded. “When you were eliminated. I thought you should have stayed. I remember.”

“You were so nice.” Vanessa had kissed him then, soft and sweet. Innocent. Like (almost) all of their kisses had been over the weekend. “People were being nice to me because of the meme, but you were… I don’t know. It was different. Like you already saw Jose and not just Vanjie.”

“I’m surprised you remember,” Brooke had admitted, propping his head in his hands and looking down at Vanessa. “I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who messaged you.”

“No,” Vanjie had confessed. “But you were the only one that stood out.”

“Damn, I must be a better writer than I thought.”

“Sure…” She’d drawled. “Also I thought you were cute.”

“Then why didn’t you message me back?”

“I never said I was smart, Mary.” Vanjie had shrugged. “If I knew what kind of kisser you were, maybe I would have.”

Brooke had covered Vanessa’s body with his own after that, and slotted their mouths together, and time had slipped by while they kissed and caressed and whispered secrets into one another’s skin.

Brooke has just started on his third makeup wipe when Vanessa saunters up to him at the mirror. “You be lookin’ like Jinkx Monsoon in that red hair today, Miss Brooke.”

They bump hips playfully. “I was just channeling a winner,” Brooke says, carefully picking the Pros-Aide from his eyebrows with the wipe. “Don’t want a repeat of last week.”

“Mmm. Made me wanna kiss you real bad.” Vanjie’s voice is low, barely audible even to Brooke, and it sends shivers down his back and raises goosebumps on his arms.

Brooke pauses, face still half-smeared with makeup, and places his palms on the counter. Vanessa follows suit, twisting their pinkies together. He knows he’s imagining it, but to Brooke all the background noise of the Werk Room fades to nothing. Silky’s boisterous laugh disappears, Ariel’s incessant vocal runs dissipate… All he hears is the pounding of his heart in his ears and the rush of breath in and out of his lungs that burn for Vanjie with every inhale.

“Hey, guys!” Nina drops her own package of makeup remover wipes on the counter to Brooke’s right, shattering the moment and causing Vanessa to pull her hand away suddenly.

Brooke starts at the lack of contact, and he misses it immediately, but he sighs.

No distractions.

“Great work today,” Nina says sincerely. “Both of you. You were hilarious, Vanessa.”

Vanjie gives Nina a tight-lipped smile and turns to Brooke, pulling him into a hug. “Come to my room after dinner,” she whispers into his ear. “And don’t chicken out this time.”

Brooke nods and watches as Vanessa rejoins Silky and A’keria across the room. Then he sighs heavily and looks at Nina.

“Was it something I said?” Nina asks, concern painted over her features. “I really meant it! She was great!”

Brooke just laughs. “Girl, I love you, but you really do have the worst timing.”

*****

They have dinner together in the conference room (with Silky, A’keria, and Nina; totally innocent, even with Vanessa’s bare foot rubbing against Brooke’s ankle under the table), then Brooke brushes his teeth and waits the agreed-upon fifteen minutes before he ventures into the hall and knocks on Vanessa’s door.

She answers almost immediately and pulls him in by the collar of his hoodie and crashes their lips together in a rough greeting kiss.

“Hey, papi,” he says when she pulls away with a quiet moan.

“Hi,” she echoes, palms landing flat on his chest. “Bitch, I been wanting to do that all damn day.”

“I know. Me too.”

“You got me fucked up, Brock,” Vanessa says, running a hand through her short hair and turning towards the bed. “Okay so. So… Okay. We just can’t work together anymore.”

He nods. “I told you. It’s just better that way.”

She’s pacing the room, nervously rubbing her hands on her shorts, occasionally shaking her hands out when she starts to speak.

One of his favorite things about her, he’s noticed already, is the way she talks with her hands. He’d asked her once, in the middle of a diatribe, if she would still be able to speak if he held her arms behind her back.

She’d merely raised an eyebrow, told him she was kinky, and offered to let him find out. Which had made him blush and change the subject rather quickly because too many offers like that and he was going to take her up on it. And that kind of control, he can’t afford to lose right now.

“Whatever this is,” she mutters, waving her hands wildly, “we gotta keep it separate from the competition.”

“What is this,” he responds before he can stop himself. “Exactly?” He knows it’s asking a lot. It’s far too soon for them to have this conversation, but in the microcosm of Drag Race, everything seems to be moving at warp speed. Truth be told, nothing’s ever felt as firm as whatever this is between him and Vanessa. Putting a name on it, well… It just seems like that natural next step.

Plus that’s just how he operates. He’s an all-in kind of girl.

Vanessa stops pacing and looks at him. “It’s whatever you want it to be, baby.” She shrugs. “We can just fuck around and never speak after this, we can… Shit, I don’t know.”

“Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know what I want for breakfast most days.” Vanjie shakes her head and smiles a little. “But I know I like you… A lot. And I like kissing you a lot. You’ve made being here easier and I don’t want that to end any time soon so…” She shrugs. “Whatever that means to you, Mary.”

“I like you a lot, too,” he says and grips her chin and presses his lips to the corner of her mouth, testing the waters, waiting to see how she responds.

She melts into him, body folds like origami against his sturdiness, and he uses his other hand to catch her underneath her elbow as he probes deeper into the crevices of her mouth.

This is familiar now. After their weekend spent cuddling in bed, he knows every inch of her mouth, recognizes her taste. His lips are familiar with the way hers move against his (and what a spectacular way they move). Less familiar is he with the way she grips his back, fingernails digging into the muscle that ripples beneath his t-shirt, holding on for dear life; the way she moves to straddle his thigh, the semi-hardness of her already evident in her shorts.

They could… It’s just after nine. Room checks aren’t for another hour and a half…

Desire stirs in his stomach and he shifts and reaches for her thighs, lifting her in one swift motion so her legs are wrapped around his waist, and carries her backwards to the bed as she presses gentle, airsoft kisses into his jawline.

Brooke lowers them both down softly, careful to shift his weight onto his knees and not on her as he joins her in bed. “Is this okay? We can stop anytime. Just say the word. I’ll listen, all right?” he asks, desperate for her to confirm, to beg him to continue.

“If you don’t stop talking and kiss me, I swear to god, Brock…” As if to prove her point, she tilts her hips upwards, right into where he’s most sensitive and yearning for her, and his breath catches in his throat as she grips his neck and pulls his face down to hers.

He reaches for the drawstring on her shorts, finally ready to realize every dream he’s had for the past week, when there’s a knock at the door. Vanessa pulls away and glances at the door, confusion written across her delicate features.

“Vanj? You in there? It’s Silk. I got one of the PAs to go get some snacks from the Walmart!”

“Shit. Shit.” Vanjie scrambles out from under Brooke, tugging at her shorts to cover the obvious bulge, rubbing at her lips to diffuse the redness, both to no avail.

“Ignore her,” Brooke whispers.

“Nah, she won’t go away,” she replies, running a hand through her hair. “We just… Look, turn the TV on, okay? We were watching a movie.”

Brooke Lynn sits back against the headboard (and pulls a pillow into his lap) as he flips on the TV and watches Vanessa open the door to reveal Silky standing in the hall, holding a reusable shopping bag.

“It’s not a lot,” the larger queen says as she barrels into the room, “But I got gummy bears and Pringles and—Oh. Hey, Brooke Lynn.” Silky pauses halfway between the door and the bed and glances between Vanessa and Brooke a few times.

Vanjie shifts uncomfortably from her left to right a few times and offers Silky the chair against the wall. “Brooke and I were watching a movie.”

Silky’s eyes narrow and she glances at the TV. “Yeah? Which one?”

Brooke hadn’t been paying that much attention to the TV when he turned it on, so he presses the info button on the remote and can hardly believe their luck. He clears his throat. “Umm. Deep Impact.”

Silky nods. “Should I come back?”

“No!” Vanjie says quickly and guides her to the chair. “No. No, you can definitely stay and hang with us and watch…” She glances at Brooke, “Deep Impact with us, right, Brooke?”

Brooke offers a sort of half-salute, but he feels his cheeks burn with shame. Five minutes ago, he thought he was about to get laid. Now he’s watching a bad sci-fi movie with Silky and Vanessa.

After procuring a bag of gummy bears from Silky, Vanjie crawls back in bed and situates herself underneath Brooke’s arm. She looks up at him and grins.

It’s not what he had in mind, but he guesses it isn’t the worst thing he could be doing.

*****

Ten-thirty rolls around much more quickly than anticipated when he’s spending time laughing and snuggling and sneaking kisses when Silky’s head is turned to A’keria or Nina or Yvie, filling them in on the latest gossip from the Werk Room.

But soon the head Production Assistant—Maya—raps on Vanessa’s door and tells the girls it’s almost time for room checks. So Brooke waits until everyone else has filtered out of Vanjie’s room before he lands his lips on hers and kisses her goodnight.

“Sorry our plans got derailed,” she says quietly, pulling on his hoodie. “I didn’t know she was coming.”

He shrugs. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

“Until we don’t.”

“You’re not going anywhere anytime soon, okay?” Brooke kisses her again, harder this time, to convince her just how confident in her he is already. “Especially not this week, Miss I-Thanked-Myself Vanjie.”

Vanessa closes her eyes and rests their foreheads together. “See you tomorrow, mami.”

“Good night,” he whispers and closes the door behind him.

Maya is waiting in the hallway, back against the wall between their hotel room doors.

“Hey, Brooke,” she says softly. “I’d like to talk to you for a moment. Can I come in?”

He doesn’t really think that’s a question he can say no to, so he swipes his key card, holds out his arms, and welcomes the woman into his room.

Maya is all business—clutching a clipboard to her chest, earpiece firmly in place, walkie-talkie permanently connected to her hip—and Brooke’s stomach drops because surely this can only mean one thing: they’ve been found out and he and Vanjie are both about to be sent packing. A double disqualification. They’ll make Willam’s ordeal look like child’s play.

He swallows hard and tries to smile as Maya eases herself into the chair against the wall. “What’s up?”

“First of all, you aren’t in any trouble.” Maya smiles up at Brooke, who feels the weight of the world lift off her shoulders. He’s safe. But Vanjie… “Secondly, we’ve noticed that you and Miss Mateo seem to be growing close.”

Brooke freezes,tries to carefully control his features so as not to give anything away. Maya had said he wasn’t in trouble. And there’s nothing in the contract that says relationships are forbidden… Still, at this point, it’s probably best to play things close to the chest. For everyone involved.

“We’re good friends,” Brooke finally settles on. “I like her a lot.”

Maya grins. “I know that our rules here at the hotel can seem a bit… strict, especially when it comes to keeping you girls separated at night. I know there are times this ten-thirty room check seems a bit much because I realize there are certainly nights when you’d like to stay up to chat with each other.” She raises an eyebrow. “Or engage in other activities with each other.”

Brooke can’t help it; he blushes furiously, like a 12-year-old girl caught admitting her crush.

“I’ll be blunt, Brooke,” Maya continues. “This is the eleventh season of Drag Race, and we’ve yet to have a romance despite Ru’s wish that there be one. I’m not going to ask you to force feelings if they aren’t there… But if they are developing naturally as I believe them to be, production would be willing to overlook certain rules as far as you and Vanessa are concerned.”

At first, Brooke doesn’t know if he should be offended that they want to use him and Vanessa for ratings or be grateful that they’re being given this opportunity to get to know each other more intimately.

Vanessa had been handsy over the weekend, grabbing Brooke’s ass over his shorts and running her hands under Brooke’s shirt along the broad expanses of his chest and stomach, but Brooke was hesitant to push things too far. It was too fresh, too new. And, if production caught them, who knew what would happen then?

So Brooke had to pull away and look down at Vanessa and tell her to stop, even though what he really wanted to say was, “More more more.” Like tonight. Just like tonight.

Brooke looks up at Maya. “So all we have to do is what exactly?”

“Exactly what you’re doing now,” Maya says with a shrug, “but more in front of the cameras. No need to hide the beginning of something beautiful, am I right?”

“And what exactly do we get out of it?” Brooke isn’t convinced.

“Well, nothing officially. But we’d be willing to…” Maya chews her lip, carefully choosing her words. “Overlook it if certain rules were broken. Say if one of you were in the other’s room at room checks and had an inclination to stay there… We would probably be willing to turn a blind eye.”

Brooke studies Maya’s face carefully. He’s always played things by the book, afraid to bend, let alone outright break, a rule. But here’s the lead PA practically telling him it would be okay. Still, Brooke isn’t a fool. She understands how easy it would be for production to rescind their offer if he or Vanessa made a misstep.

He remembers Vanessa’s lips leaving trails of fire down his neck and her fingertips brushing against the black outlines of the daisies on his arm. He thinks about running his tongue over Vanjie’s cat tattoo, like it was put there just for him, a beacon calling him home, signaling him to where he’s truly supposed to be.

We have plenty of time, he’d told her and meant it, confident in both their abilities to last in the competition.

Until we don’t.

Then they just can’t misstep.

“Can I talk it over with Vanessa?” Brooke says quietly, still not completely believing that he’s considering this, that it could be real, that he’s fallen into something so deep.

Maya shrugs and pushes herself to her feet. “Sure. Or don’t. Either way, I was never here. But we’ll be watching the two of you very carefully.” She pauses by the door with a hand on the frame. “Have a good night, Brooke.”

Brooke nods and watches as Maya flashes him a brilliant smile and leaves the room, walkie-talkie flashing green on her hip.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #canon compliant #submission #meggie #paper hearts

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lvmiieres · 4 years

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´ ･ . ✶ ⧼ maddison jaizani, demiwoman, she & they / s.l.u.t. by bea miller, clothes strewn around an otherwise tidy room, worn pointe shoes placed with care upon the nearest soft surface. dark hair pulled back into messy ponytail with a pink scrunchie, lacy bralettes worn beneath warm wool jumpers in pastel colors. the soft, crackling sound of etta james coming through on a floral patterned record player. ⧽ ━━ don't look now, but that's the coquette, also known as MARIE-RENOIR NOÉMIE LUMIÉRE. i heard their father is LUMIÉRE, the casanova of all candelabras. the TWENTY ONE year old is a junior at auradon university and is majoring in EDUCATION. they've always been CONGENIAL & SAGACIOUS & AUDACIOUS ; but i've heard they can be pretty PERTINACIOUS & INSCRUTABLE & ACERBIC, too. you can check out their stat page HERE and their pinterest board HERE.

there was something SOFT & MOIST about her, a dare, a rage, an intolerable tenderness.

SECTION ONE OF THREE : BIOGRAPHY

she is the bridge between two cultures. the connecting sinew of two different worlds. marie-renoir noémie lumiére is born in the midst of her parents honeymoon period on a dewy winter morning. her father is committed to monogamy, until he isn’t. her mother is content, until she is not. they are HAPPY, until they aren’t. looking back, the fault lies on no one’s shoulders in particular. the problem lay not with them as individuals, but them as a partnership - a lesson, in it’s own way, that good friends should try to avoid that leap into romance that they thought would take them all the way. by the time that she is celebrating a year of LIFE, her mother and father have amicably split ; no hard feelings, just endless respect. custody is verbally agreed, not bitterly battled. her father can ensure the finest education, the finest things in life - summers will be spent with her mother, while the rest of the year she will call her father’s abode her home. they grow up with two languages flowing fluently from their tongue, with an appreciation for each half of THEMSELVES that few people possess in full.

the time spent with her mother is spent soaking up the sun and being the child that they are. summers are freedom, in their books, from all the expectations of the rest of the year. burdens that certainly feel like so, though they try to act as if they don’t. at home with their father, they are privately educated and expected to excel. this is fine. they can take that pressure on their shoulders with grace, they think, so long as they are always able to dance. it’s an unexpected talent. in day to day, they are clumsy - even as a child, they bumped their head and scratched their knees in an all manner of avoidable accidents. they will never be one to wear heels in fear of toppling, and so, the insistence to be enrolled with a local company after watching a performance of swan lake makes her father chuckle. he expects her to quit when she realizes that she isn’t capable of such delicate movements and graceful twirls, but six months later when he sits in the audience and witnesses her perform in don quixote, he is not able to hide the TEARS that spring to his eyes. so begins a lifetime of ballet lessons four times weekly, recitals every other month. they swiftly become one of the company’s most prized students, a prima ballerina in all ways but title. they are known to be clumsy, and they laugh along with others who poke harmless fun - but when they tie their pointe shoes on and step onto a stage, they are something different. something beautiful. something world ending.

their mother remarries. their father does not. they love their stepfather and later on, their little half siblings with all of their might - they tolerate half of their fathers conquests, though some leave truly lasting impressions. still, there is no ill will, and every christmas they gather as one to celebrate. it is strange, she thinks. this set up that they have. as they grow older, as they share details with their friends, they are told and they realize that people don’t think that it’s exactly normal. she asks her mother, one day, why she smiles so widely at the new partner on her fathers arm each year. why she isn’t hurt by his actions. why she didn’t stay. she’s genuinely CURIOUS, and her mother doesn’t treat the subject as taboo - she fixes a soft expression in place that is reserved just for her, and the words she says form a key part of noémie’s character : your father’s heart is simply too big for just one person, and mine is not. i’ll always love him. he’ll always love me. it’s no ones fault that the way we love wasn’t compatible.

they think, later, that they relate a little bit to that sentiment. that aside from natural confidence, they might just have inherited that too big heart from their FATHER, too. they’re electric. growing close to people isn’t hard when you’re a magnetic force, and noémie is never without company. she values deep connection, the most. she doesn’t think that she could ever fall for someone who didn’t know her blind. but she learns, as she grows, that she enjoys fleeting romance. even if she knows that she won’t allow it last, it is still nice to be entwined with another’s life, for a time.

SECTION TWO OF THREE : OVERVIEW

born marie-renoir noémie lumiére on february 20th, 1998, to eustache lumiére & fontaine la croix. her mother and father - good friends for years - married in the summer of ‘97 due to a medical condition known as ‘pregnancy’. they amicably split six months after noémie’s birth.

their custody arrangement involved emmy living with lumiére from september to late may, as his job and social standing assured the greatest upbringing for her. her mother took her from june through august.

no real drama, parents wise. her mother remarried and had twin daughters a few years later, and lumiére remained a player. the two continued to get along like a house on fire for noémie’s entire life, and joined one another for multiple holiday’s during the year.

suffered from bacterial meningitis as a child, resulting in a loss of hearing in her right ear.

expectations were rampant, but lumiére meant well. he wanted a good life for her, so he pushed her to excel. this was all well and good, given that she certainly had the capacity for it, but it has left her with a perfectionist complex in adult life.

found her first love in ballet, and has yet to really find a second. she’s one of her company’s most prized jewels, and holds the honor of being the student with the most starring roles under her tutu. her dance talent shocks EVERYBODY who knows her due to her undeniable clumsiness in day to day life, but that doesn’t really matter.

they were an early bloomer, so to speak, and this has been a blessing and curse. they’ve always been comfortable with who they are. other people have not.

SECTION THREE OF THREE : HEADCANONS

noémie loves love, but perhaps is not as built for it as she would like. she gets a certain thrill from flirtation and she enjoys being with people. it isn’t a crime, she thinks, to date often and never truly commit. there have, of course, been those who have treated it as such. she’s not a stranger to slurs, and she knows that there are certain rumors ( some of which there’s truth to ) spread of her, routinely. but no one raised primarily by the casanova that lumiére is has much SHAME attached to who they are.

she has gone by noémie for so long, sometimes even she forgets that it isn’t her GIVEN name. she can thank her paternal grandmother for the clunky first name that she has never quite enjoyed ; she died the same week that she was BORN, missing her grandchild’s arrival into the world by little more than a day. it was meant to be an honor, she’s told, but if it was… then why did it weigh her down so much? perhaps it offended her father, in a way, but at least noémie was hers.

she had just turned four when she was struck down with bacterial meningitis. her mother thought that it was nothing but a summer flu, but when her fever began to reach unheard of heights, the PANIC set in. the doctor who saw to her insisted she be brought to the nearest emergency room immediately, and she didn’t see the outside of that hospital again until two weeks had passed. she survived UNSCATHED, at least - in a sense. single sided deafness in her right ear, specifically. her parents were told that she was incredibly lucky that she was even alive, and that they should be grateful for such a small price. they didn’t feel the way they were told they should, but they certainly passed on the sentiment to their little girl when she grew and wondered why she was not quite the same to the other kids she knew. her mother learned bsl and her father learned lsf, and she learned enough in both to make her life that little bit easier. it was by no means easy - the learning or the life that followed - but she was young and adaptable, and it served as a harsh reminder that sometimes, the world will take. in her mid teens, she underwent the surgery to implant a transcranial cros - a bone anchored hearing aid, to you and i, that provided a MARKED improvement.

she’s never actually had a relationship, completely by design. she’s never DATED. noémie enjoys flings, she enjoys flirtation, she loves sex - but she won’t put herself in a position to disappoint someone when she can’t be what they want her to be. she’s open with anyone she finds herself involved with. no strings attached, non exclusive, it’s never going to go anywhere. anyone who doesn’t listen, anyone who ends up hurt because they believe she’ll change her mind.... that’s on them.

she can be quite... vain, to put it mildly. you have to keep in mind that noémie is someone who has been set up from a young age as... a real beauty. her looks have been valued, even if she has not been. she’s aware that she’s conventionally attractive, and she’s aware that it makes her life easier in a lot of ways. it does not, however, help her to be taken more seriously in life.

her grade point average is in the top tenth percentile, a standing she’s maintained for years. not only is she BEAUTY, but she’s also quite literally brains.

she’s all shorts and bralettes beneath soft knit sweaters. she smells of lavender and cedar, exclusively. she’s ONLY comfortable when she’s wearing her pointe shoes.

#･ﾟ ﹢ ･ * ⌜ report : what it’s like to go through life as a really beautiful woman ― biography. ⌟

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parabcllums · 4 years

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⧼ natasha liu bordizzo, genderfluid, they & she & he / let ‘em talk by kesha + clothes strewn around an otherwise tidy room, with well worn pointe shoes placed with care upon the nearest soft surface. dark hair that’s pulled back into a messy ponytail with a pink scrunchie, lacy bralettes worn beneath warm wool jumpers in pastel colors. the soft, cracking sound of etta james coming through on a floral patterned record player. ⧽ ━━ let me tell you a thing or two about MORGAN ANTONIA HAROLD STARK. the TWENTY FIVE year old child of ANTHONY STARK & PEPPER POTTS is a TEACHING ASSISTANT & GRAD STUDENT at paragon academy and PRIVATE BALLET INSTRUCTOR in town, and has sometimes been referred to as the FICKLE HEART they’ve always seemed very CONGENIAL & SAGACIOUS, though i’ve heard that they can be pretty PERTINACIOUS & ACERBIC, too. it’s common knowledge that they have the power of GENIUS LEVEL INTELLECT & LATENT EXTREMIS VIRUS ; guess we shouldn’t get on their bad side, huh? redirect HERE for her stat page and HERE to their pinterest board.

there was something SOFT & MOIST about them, a dare, a rage, an intolerable tenderness.

SECTION ONE OF FOUR : BIOGRAPHY

morgan antonia harold stark is born on a dewy winter morning, second child of tony stark & pepper potts. they are the connecting sinew of two completely different worlds ; one made of heroism and personal glory, the other of board rooms and professionalism. they spend much of their childhood travelling between all the different places their parents need be, at any one time - but new york is always home.

as for many children, summers are spent enjoying life. morgan gets to be the child that they are, soaking up their sun on the beaches of the exotic places they can afford to visit. summers are FREEDOM, in their books, from all the expectations of the rest of the year. burdens that certainly feel like so, though they try and act as if they don’t.

at home, they are privately educated and expected to excel. this is fine. they’re the child of TONY STARK ; of course there are expectations, and they can take the pressure on their shoulders with grace, they think, so long as they are always able to dance.

it’s an unexpected talent. in day to day, they are clumsy - even as a child, they bumped their head and scratched their knees in an all manner of avoidable accidents. they will never be one to wear heels in fear of toppling, and so, the insistence to be enrolled with a local company after watching a performance of swan lake makes their parents chuckle. they expect morgan to QUIT when they realize they aren’t capable of such delicate movements and graceful twirls, but six months later when they sit in the audience and witness them perform in don quixote, tony is not able to hide the tears that spring to his eyes.

so begins a lifetime of ballet lessons four times weekly, recitals every other month. they swiftly become one of the company’s most prized students, a prima ballerina in all ways but title. they are known to be clumsy, and they laugh along with those that poke harmless fun - but when they tie on their pointe shoes and step onto a stage, they are something different. something beautiful. something world ending.

soon enough, they get old enough to see their parents for WHO they are ; and to understand the way in which the world, at large, sees them too. they think of their mother as... powerful and groundbreaking, and almost everyone agrees. they think of their father as brave and strong and heroic, most of all - and they realize, over time, that there are those out there who simply do not see it. morgan thinks her father is the most SELF SACRIFICING man she’ll ever know. they lie awake a lot, when they’re little, worried about if he’ll come home - knowing that if the situation calls for it, he’ll sacrifice his last breath to save them all, and fearing the one time it will be required. tabloids and gossip websites call him things like vapid and selfish, and one day, morgan asks their mother to explain what it means when dad is called a womanizer by the press. pepper does not treat the subject as taboo, instead fixing a soft expression in place - the words she says forming a key part of morgan’s character : your father’s heart is simply a few sizes too big. that’s why he makes such a good hero, now ; because he cares so much. when he was younger, though, people saw him using it in ways they thought were wrong, and they’ll probably never let that go.

much later, they’ll think that they relate a little bit too much to that sentiment. that aside from natural confidence, they might just have inherited that too big heart from their FATHER, too. morgan is electric. growing close to others isn’t difficult when you’re a magnetic force, and morgan is never without company. they value deep connection, the most. they don’t think they could ever fall for someone who didn’t know them blind. but they learn, as they grow, that they enjoy fleeting romance. even if they know they won’t allow it last, it is nice to be entwined in another’s life, for a time.

SECTION TWO OF FOUR : OVERVIEW

born on february 20th, 1994. second ( and middle ) child of tony stark and pepper potts.

no real drama, life or parents wise. tony and pepper were very good parents who loved their kids a LOT, so morgan never knew anything but.

suffered bacterial meningitis as a child, resulting in a loss of hearing in their right ear.

expectations were rampant - from themselves, and from many others in their life. they were, after all, tony stark’s child ; they were meant to be a chip off the block, so to speak. this was all well and good, given that they certainly had the capacity for greatness, but it has left them with something of a perfectionist complex in adult life. they’re one of their company’s most prized jewels, and holds the honor of being the student with the most starring roles under their tutu. their dance talent shocks EVERYBODY who knows them due their undeniable clumsiness in day to day life, but that doesn’t really matter.

they were an early bloomer, so to speak, and this has been a blessing and curse. they’ve always been comfortable with who they are. other people have not.

SECTION THREE OF FOUR : HEADCANONS

morgan loves love, but perhaps is not as built for it as they would like. they get a certain thrill from flirtation and they enjoy being with people. it isn’t a crime, they think, to date often and never truly commit. there have, of course, been those who have treated it as such. they’re not a stranger to slurs, and they know that there are certain rumors ( some of which there’s truth to ) spread of them, routinely. but no one raised in tony and pepper’s home has much SHAME attached to who they are.

they had just turned four when they were struck down with bacterial meningitis. their mother thought that it was nothing but a summer flu, but when their fever began to reach unheard of heights, the PANIC set in. the doctor who saw to them insisted they be brought to the nearest emergency room immediately, and they didn’t see the outside of that hospital again until two weeks had passed. they survived UNSCATHED, at least - in a sense. single sided deafness in her right ear, specifically. her parents were told that they were incredibly lucky that they were even alive, and that they should be grateful for such a small price. they didn’t feel the way they were told they should, but they certainly passed on the sentiment to their child when they grew and wondered why they were not quite the same to the other kids they knew. her parents learned asl and they learned enough to make their life that little bit easier. it was by no means easy - the learning or the life that followed - but they ereyoung and adaptable, and it served as a harsh reminder that sometimes, the world will take. in their mid teens, they underwent the surgery to implant a transcranial cros - a bone anchored hearing aid, to you and i, that provided a MARKED improvement.

they’ve never actually had a relationship ( by name ), completely by design. they’ve never DATED. morgan enjoys flings, they enjoy flirtation, they love sex - but they won’t put themselves in a position to disappoint someone when they can’t be what they want them to be. they’re open with anyone they find herself involved with. no strings attached, non exclusive, it’s never going to go anywhere. anyone who doesn’t listen, anyone who ends up hurt because they believe they’ll change her mind…. that’s on them.

they can be quite… vain, to put it mildly. you have to keep in mind that morgan is someone who has been set up from a young age as… a real beauty. their looks have been valued, even if they have not been. they’re aware that they’re conventionally attractive, and they’re aware that it makes their life easier in a lot of ways. it does not, however, help them to be taken more seriously in life.

their grade point average is in the top tenth percentile, a standing they’ve maintained for years. not only are they BEAUTY, but they’re also quite literally brains.

they’re all shorts and bralettes beneath soft knit sweaters. they smell of lavender and cedar, exclusively. they’re ONLY comfortable when they’re wearing their pointe shoes.

SECTION FOUR OF FOUR : WANTED CONNECTIONS

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her FORMER LOVERS TO FRIENDS / NO LIMIT connection who looks like JUSTICE SMITH, KATHRYN NEWTON / UP TO PLAYER and who are 23+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( she learned from experience that she should never mix friendship with romance, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t become good friends with people who started off as flings. she has a reputation for going through those quite quickly, but i find it VERY hard to imagine a world in which she hasn’t discovered a person or persons who was simply… interesting, to her. someone she grew attached to, allowing them become confidant and friend over time, even if she would never attempt relations with them again because of it. )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her RIDE OR DIE connection who looks like ANYA TAYLOR JOY, CHELLA MAN / UP TO PLAYER and who is 23+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( the one person who simply… accepts morgan as is, the way a ride or die is always meant to. if morgan is in love with anyone in her life, it’s THEM. they know her in and out - including her first name, a secret she is otherwise taking to the grave. they know her hopes. her fears. her dreams. she knows THEIRS. there is no judgement, and instead, respect. probably are willing to throw down for her at a moments notice, and she’s more than willing to do the same for them. it’s VERY likely that they’re male / nb, as i imagine she’s never had too many positive relationships with women. )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her #SQUAD / UP TO FIVE connection who looks like TATI GABRIELLE, ROSS BUTLER / UP TO PLAYER and who are 23+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( together, they form a no judgement zone… mostly. these would be people who are classed as ‘best friends’, but are not exactly on the same level as morgan’s ride or die. they study together, they hang out after classes, they eat lunch together, they have a text thread that has some dumb name on top. they’re probably all fundamentally different people ( morgan would fulfill either the archetpe of the one obsessed with fitness or the one with all the wild sex stories ), but they get along well enough in spite of it. )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her UNEXPECTED FRIENDS / NO LIMIT connection who looks like ASA BUTTERFIELD, BILLIE LOURD / UP TO PLAYER and who are 23+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( there are multiple ways this could come to be! they could be people who are simply just… the chalk to morgan’s cheese, or they COULD be a villain kid who she’s befriended over the past while! either way, people don’t exactly see the reasoning behind their bond, and morgan wholly believes that it isn’t important that they do. )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her FATHER / TONY STARK connection who looks like ANY CHINESE FC and who is DAD AGED. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( morgan’s… a lot more like tony than anyone ever would have liked. bring their favorite [ sorry pepper ] parent! )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her MOTHER / PEPPER POTTS connection who looks like ANY WHITE FC and who is MOM AGED. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( bring the love of my life ! thanks )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her FULL SIBLINGS / ONE OLDER, ONE YOUNGER connection who look like JORDAN CONNOR, REMI HII, PHILIPPA SOO, OLIVIA MUNN / UP TO PLAYER and who are YOUNGER THAN 25 / OLDER THAN 25. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( i like to think the stark kids are… pretty tight, but i’m not WILDLY attached to the idea ! i’m sure they have their differences and whatnot, so they very well might not get along at all ! they could also be adopted !)

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her HALF SIBLING / VIA TONY ( AT LEAST ONE ) connection who look like HAYDEN SZETO, AWKWAFINA, SONG WEILONG, HARRY SHUM JR / UP TO PLAYER and who are OLDER THAN 25, PREFERABLY ( THOUGH COULD BE YOUNGER ). you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( i just kinda feel… tony could have more kids not necessarily with pepper, and think that could be a fun dynamic to play out. did they grow up together? did they know about one another always, or just find out? what’s their actual sibling dynamic? )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her FLINGS ( EX, CURRENT, FUTURE ) / NO LIMIT connection who looks like LUCIEN LAVISCOUNT, LUCY BOYNTON / UP TO PLAYER and who are 23+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( morgan very strictly does not date - she never has, and she also never does the whole … “friends with benefits” thing. she enjoys flirtation, and her dalliances with others are usually fleeting. it is always made obvious they are not exclusive, and she always makes a point of informing them they won’t go any farther. whether people have always believed her or not is entirely up for discussion, and i think there are some really interesting dynamics waiting to be created ! )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her HEARTBREAKER connection who looks like LAKEITH STANFIELD, JANEL PARRISH / UP TO PLAYER and who is 23+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( she has never explicitly dated anybody, but this would be a connect for the one person she had almost considered doing so with. for whatever reason - on their shoulders ( perhaps they moved on, perhaps they gave up on her, perhaps they simply weren’t interested ) or her own ( she never made a move, she made herself cut it off ) - it didn’t work out, but her heart may always ache when she thinks of it. )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her HEARTBROKEN connection who looks like LAKEITH STANFIELD, JANEL PARRISH / UP TO PLAYER and who is 23+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( all of the rules she has for herself, and she FUCKED UP. morgan never lets herself lead anybody on, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t get… comfortable, around her. that they don’t start opening themselves up to her - moreso than they do anyone else. usually, she’s good at spotting the red flags and running before it’s too late. the problem is that this time, she DIDN’T. she HURT them. and while she’s proud to say she doesn’t do messy exes ( hard to, when you don’t date )… they sure do feel like one. )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for a PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN DICKS IN THE PAST / ANY AMOUNT connection who look like GAGE GOLIGHTLY, ALEX FITZALAN / UP TO PLAYER and who is 23+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( would never request it be a current connect, solely because i believe in growth ! this could be very simply someone she doesn’t get along with for a whole host of reasons, but it could also be anyone who in the past - before we all, collectively knew better - joined in on the name / slur calling that has plagued morgan her whole life. vehement dislike until the day she dies is possible, but so is forgiveness. we were all dumb once! )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her BALLET STUDENTS / ANY AMOUNT connection who look like SYDNEY SWEENEY, JORDAN CONNOR / UP TO PLAYER and who are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( morgan makes a living by instructing others in dance, and i think it’d be a mostly cute connect for her to have a student or two rocking around the place ! she’s destined for prima ballerina greatness, so learning from her now is, dare i say - HOT. )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her FELLOW DANCERS / ANY AMOUNT connection who look like ALEXA DEMIE, DREW RAY TANNER / UP TO PLAYER and who are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( either in the same company, or not. they could practice together and support one another, or they could be HORRIBLY competitive, attempting to outdo one another at every turn. i’ve never seen black swan, but i feel as if that’s something i should reference here. )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her SORORITY ROOMMATE connection who looks like PARK SOOYOUNG, AISHA DEE / UP TO PLAYER and who is ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( they can either hate her or love her, but i would love the latter the most! i have a vague headcanon that morgan rushed kappa kappa delta because of feeling as if she would never be accepted among the more elite sorority, and because of having a vague hope that she would find more female friends within the more down to earth house. morgan is a VERY neat girl, unless she’s running late or just in from a lesson. she’s also the sort to always have a tub of face mask and a pair of wooly socks to spare. they could be very wholesome ! )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her FORMER LOVERS TO ENEMIES connection who look like ALBERTO ROSENDE, AMBER MIDTHUNDER / UP TO PLAYER and who are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( this is the flip side to the ‘former lovers to friends’ connect, that i’m sure she’s experienced - people she was with for any amount of time, who she now has an unfortunately negative relationship with. )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her ASL STUDENTS connection who look like UP TO PLAYER and who are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( let her teach them sign language ! )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her FELLOW DEAF STUDENTS connection who look like UP TO PLAYER and who are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( unite ! )

MORGAN STARK, our NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO fc is looking for her STUDY BUDDIES connection who look like UP TO PLAYER and who are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( gotta get that bread ! )

#sidekick.intro #⌜ ･ﾟ ♥ ･ * report : what it’s like to go through life as a really beautiful person ― biography. ⌟ / stark.#my number ONE baby

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Ultra Jump May 2018: 100 Questions for Komiya Arisa

“I’ll affect you with the magic of love ♪”

TL: Arishamod QC: Ippi, Yuja

Komiya Arisa (Voice of Kurosawa Dia)

Nickname: Arisha

Birthday: 5th February

Blood Type: B

Hobbies: Reading Manga, Sleeping

Skills: Drawing portraits, Classical ballet

Notable Roles:

Movies: “Love X Doc”, “50 First Dates”, “After School War”, “Yumeji: Ai no Tobashiri”, “Evergreen Love”

Drama: “Teru Konda's Legal Recipes”, “ Uchu Sentai Kyuranger (Akyanbaa)”

TV: “Tsuukai TV Sukattojapan”, “Tonight’s Nazotore”

1. Favorite food?

Meat.

2. Disliked food?

Hot tofu.

3. Favorite sweets?

Japanese rice crackers.

4. Your number one favorite home-cooked dish?

Although my mom is really good at cooking, and I love all the food she cooks, my favourite is still Ebi Fry (fried shrimp)!

5. Favorite color?

White.

6. Favorite scent?

A slightly sweet floral scent.

7. Favorite season?

Winter.

8. Favorite event of the year?

Birthday.

9. What sport do you like watching?

Figure Skating.

10. What sport do you like playing?

I don’t know how many years it’s been since I’ve played sports. Although I like to watch it, I might not say the same about playing it.

11. Favorite animal?

Dogs, but if it comes to looking at them only, it would be cats.

12. If you were to compare yourself to an animal, what would you be?

I look like a cat.

13. Are you a dog person? Or a cat person?

Dog person.

14. Favorite manga?

“Black Butler”.

15. Favorite genre of manga?

A clichéd shojou manga.

16. First manga you read?

“Ciao (Cha-o)”.

17. First anime you watched?

“Sailor moon”.

18. Favorite movie?

“Les Misérables”.

19. Favorite musical artist?

No one in particular.

20. Song(s) you listen to every day?

I don’t really listen to music…

21. First CD you bought?

A “Morning Musume” CD.

22. Your specialty song at karaoke?

I almost never go to the karaoke.

23. Phone lock screen?

The portrait that was drawn by Kubonouchi Eisaku that was used for my collaboration goods.*

*the same one that was used for her 3rd fan meeting.

24. A clothing brand you often buy?

UN3D and Elendeek.

25. Your best outfit?

None in particular.

26. Favorite place in your house?

Bed.

27. What do you want most right now?

A small Balenciaga purse.

28. What’s something that you’ll always carry in your bag?

My purse and portable charger.

29. What’s something you’ve been collecting unintentionally?

Cosmetics for the lips.

30. What’s your treasure?

The necklace that was given to me by my parents on my 20th birthday.

31. What kind of child were you?

Even now I am a child who has freedom.

32. Your childhood treasure?

The stuffed bear that my grandma gave to me.

33. Your childhood dream?

To be in “Sailor Moon”.

34. Someone you respect?

My parents.

35. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?

Domestically, I would want to travel to Shikoku*. If it’s overseas, I would like to travel to Iceland, where I previously traveled to for work once.

*Shikoku is the smallest major island in Japan.

36. What country do you want to try visiting?

France.

37. Any bad habits?

Recently I feel like I am hunching my back.

38. Do you have a catchphrase?

Demo sa (but).

39. Charm point?

My eyes.*

*I’m pretty sure this is her SFW answer because she has mentioned that her butt is her charm point in her gravure interviews ><

40. A strength you have?

I diligently do what needs to be done.

41. A shortcoming you have?

Frequently changing my mood.

42. Your special skill?

Classical ballet and drawing portraits.

43. Something you’re bad at?

Staying still.

44. A precise weakness of yours?

I am useless when I don’t have enough sleep.

45. What do you want to fix about yourself?

Since I realised that I get lonely too easily, so I want to feel secure when I am by myself.

46. What are you confident you can imitate well?

The faces of people with their eyes wide open from the manga by Mr. Umezu Kazuo.

47. What’s something you could live off of?

Food.

48. Your current obsession?

Since I have received a Kindle, I have been reading.

49. A phrase you’ve been using a lot?

None in particular.

50. Favorite motto?

Do it one way or another.

51. If you could describe yourself with one word, what would it be?

Doing as one wishes.

52. Something you’ve been picky about recently?

When they are doing my partial makeup for our stage costumes for Aqours, I sometimes insist that they “must use this eye shadow”.

53. Fill in the blank with something positive: I’m actually _.

Able to forget anything completely once I go to sleep.

54. Fill in the blank with something negative: I’m actually _.

Lonely.

55. Anything but this!

Being touched randomly by things around me

56. What would the world be better off without?

I do not know.

57. How do you kill time?

Sleep.

58. How do you relieve stress and refresh yourself?

Sleep.

59. What app have you been using often recently?

The calendar app that I use for managing my schedule.

60. What’s something you always do once you wake up?

Brush my teeth.

61. What’s something you always do before you sleep?

Drink water.

62. What do you do when you ride the train?

Things like reviewing Aqours’ dances and checking my Twitter.

63. What do you do to maintain your health?

Food definitely helps.

64. What do you do when you have the day off?

Sleep or go shopping.

65. What do you do when you have time to yourself?

Sleep or lie on my bed and do nothing.

66. What do you do when you hang out with friends?

We go to cafes.

67. Where do you want to go on a date?

A meal would be fine.

68. If you were to confess to someone, what kind of situation would you want it to be?

I don’t really intend on confessing...

69. If someone were to confess to you, what kind of situation would you want it to be?

I want them to confess to me in person!

70. Something fun that happened recently?

When I was in Tokyo and Osaka for 3 days for my birthday event, there were many people who came to the event. It was difficult, but together with everyone who came to the event, I did my best! I had fun during this event.

71. Something sad that happened recently?

When I can’t remember what kind of work I did when I return home everyday.

72. Something funny that happened recently?

I often wear my western clothes backwards. I find that funny yet sad (laughs).

73. Something about your past you want to erase?

Nothing! Right now I should use all of it as a source of encouragement…

74. A moment that made you think “This is a miracle!”?

The time when I was heading to the station without checking the schedule, and the train came at a really good time.

75. A moment that made you think “I’m glad to be alive”?

When I am eating a delicious meal.

76. What wish do you want granted in the future?

To appear in a morning drama.

77. What’s something you wished for that came true?

Becoming a heroine.

78. Any fond memories of 2017?

I was able to travel to many different regions through the lives and events.

79. What went wrong in 2017?

I guess the year passed without any failures that was big enough to immediately come to mind...

80. What would you do if you won 100 million yen from the lottery?

Put money into my savings and buy a house.

81. What would you do if you had a time machine?

Since I neither want to know the future, nor do I want to change the past, I wouldn’t use it.

82. What would you want to do if the world were to end tomorrow?

Live a normal day with my family.

83. What would you want to eat if the world were to end tomorrow?

A meal cooked by my mom.

84. If you could bring one thing to a deserted island, what would it be?

“Anywhere Door”*

*The same one used by Doraemon

85. If you were reborn in another world, what would you want to become?

A human with save points.

86. If you were reborn in this world, what would you want to become?

Human.

87. If you were to be reborn, would you want to be male or female?

Female.

88. What’s good about being a girl?

Being able to wear many different cute western clothes each day.

89. What’s something you’d want to try if you were male?

I want be a playboy.

90. A challenge you want to take on?

I want to drive down from a mountain pass…

Though even if I got a license, I definitely wouldn’t do it.

91. A voice role you want to try in the future?

A normal girl. I think that it’s different trying to portray a normal girl.

92. If you could do any job outside of voice acting, what would it be?

Currently, I am doing gravure as part of my actress work outside of being a voice actress. When I was young, aside from the entertainment industry, I wanted to be either a pharmacist or nutritionist.

93. What made you the happiest out of everything you’ve been told?

“You have become such a mature woman”, which was said by a staff member that I’ve have known for some time.

94. Have you been keeping any secrets from the rest of Aqours?

There isn’t anything important enough that I will keep a secret from them…!

95. Where in Numazu would you like to visit again?

The frog museum.

96. Praise yourself as much as possible!

Your skin is so smooth!

97. Memories of your first love?

Around the time when I was an elementary school student?

I have forgotten it, just like how I forgot what I did yesterday. I don’t really remember much…

98. Please tell us a life changing experience.

Right before I turned 18, I had to live on my own, but I did not know how to use a washing machine.

99. Your thoughts on today’s photoshoot?

Since it is the season for spring clothes, being able to have pictures of us taken with the poses from the AZALEA cover with the room filled with balloons, really makes me happy.

100. Finally, a word for your fans!

There will be many more events, so please do come for them!

Let’s watch out for each other’s health (laughs).

#translations #interview #Q&A #Arisha #Komiya Arisa #Love live!#AZALEA #Seiyuu #Aqours #Arishamod posts

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