#yes u can give a shit about barbie i really don’t care

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so like, as a feminist- do you think this is normal? that you feel rage about your feminist movie not winning an oscar??? while you stay silent about the women in gaza having to use tent scraps as period products, having forced miscarriages, having c-sections without anesthesia, being sexually harassed, being abused, AND being killed???? is the occupation’s mistreatment of women in Palestine not a valid enough feminist issue for you?

#yes u can give a shit about barbie i really don’t care #but some things are more important #.txt #you guys have white woman brain rot #palestine

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In My Daughter’s Eyes Chapter 26: Accustomed

Chapter 25

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On August fourth, the actual date of their one-month anniversary, Claire was working until ten at night. When she shoved the key in the lock and shouldered the door open, she expected to see Mrs. Lickett on the couch with a book as she always was after Faith was put to bed. What greeted her had her frozen in the doorway. Mrs. Lickett was talking animatedly with Jamie.

He shot up from his seat immediately, swiping something off the coffee table. Mrs. Lickett silenced herself, looking back and forth between the younger people like she was watching puppies play together.

“Happy one-month, Sassenach.”

Claire realized through her bleary vision that he’d swiped up a bouquet of flowers. She felt like her bones were melting in her body, and she just wanted to throw herself on him and weep with exhaustion and tenderness.

“I’ll leave you two…” Mrs. Lickett said, getting off the couch. “Nice talking to you, Jamie. Goodnight, Claire.”

Claire stammered an incoherent goodnight, and Mrs. Lickett closed the front door, Claire having had it open this whole time.

“I came after Faith was asleep so she wouldna get all excited, so dinna fash about that. Mrs. Lickett texted me.”

In any other situation, Claire might have laughed at the thought of the two of them texting one another.

“There’s a bottle of champagne in the fridge if ye’d like. I can also go, if ye wish. I ken ye had a long day, that’s why we celebrated on Saturday, so if ye’d rather I — ”

He paused, and only then did Claire even realize she’d actually started weeping.

“Claire? What’s wrong?” The flowers dropped from his hand, landing on the couch, and in three quick strides he was upon her, hands gripping her shoulders. “What is it, lass? Did ye lose many patients?”

Claire sniffled, laughing at her own hysterics. “No...well, yes, a few but that’s not…” She wiped her eyes, then cupped his face. “You’re just….so sweet, Jamie.”

“Oh.” The concern wiped itself off his face, replaced by vague dumbfoundedness. “Ye’re alright, then?”

Claire nodded vigorously. “I’m...I’m perfect, Jamie.” She kissed him, wet snotty face and all. “I’m so glad you’re here.” She nuzzled her nose with his.

Jamie exhaled with relief, nuzzling her back. “I’m glad ye’re glad,” he said with a laugh. “I ken we celebrated already, but it felt wrong to not see ye on the day. Even if it’s just fer a bit. I couldna stop thinking about ye all day.” His thumbs rubbed circles on her shoulders.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you either.”

They kissed again, Claire threading her arms around his neck and Jamie threading his around her waist. When they pulled apart, Claire laughed wetly. “Shall we get out of the doorway?”

They did, making their way to the kitchen where Claire arranged the flowers in a vase while Jamie got flutes for their champagne. Claire remarked over and over how beautiful the flowers were, and Jamie retorted nearly every single time that they weren’t nearly as beautiful as she was. They clinked their glasses, toasting to one another, and they finished the bottle on the couch, intermittently kissing sloppily and laughing at the episodes of Friends that TBS was playing.

When the bottle was finished, Claire had herself wrapped around Jamie like a koala, and she found herself weeping again. When Jamie prodded, she sniffled and looked up at him.

“I don’t know, you just...you do so much for me.” She wiped her eyes. “I feel like I don’t...I don’t do enough.”

“Sassenach…”

“I just want you to know how much you mean to me,” she finished. “Even if I’m terrible at…”

“Claire.”

That stopped her. Not Sassenach. Claire.

“Ye’re no’ terrible at anything.” He wiped wetness from her cheeks with his thumbs, looking into her eyes.

“But do you know…? Do you really know that you’re...you’re so important to me?”

“Aye, mo ghraidh. I know.” He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. “I know.”

And then, like the person desperate for physical connection that she was, Claire pounced on him, tearing his shirt off and letting him tear off hers, and her bra, as she straddled him. The blazing warmth of his bare chest pressing her breasts flat was almost too much to bear. They kissed fiercely, Jamie raking his nails up and down her back, causing her to shiver and groan. It didn’t take long at all for Jamie to stand up, carrying Claire bodily with him. He paused for a moment to adjust her legs around his waist so she wouldn’t slip, and they both giggled. Then Jamie walked into the bedroom, kissing Claire all the while, and he laid her on the bed like she was made of glass and meant to be worshipped.

She didn’t wait for invitation before stripping her bottom half, and Jamie did the same before joining her on the bed. He teased her nipples with his mouth and rolled her clit in his fingers for a while, until Claire was choking on her own moans, bucking her hips into the air, desperate for him. He entered her, and she came immediately from the sheer release after a long day and the build up he’d given her. Jamie let her get her bearings before moving within her, and then he was reaching between them, pounding and rubbing her mercilessly until they were both crying out their release into each other's mouths, biting on each other’s lips to keep each other quiet.

Claire was seeing stars, the darkness of the night around them consuming her senses. Jamie’s warmth was all around her, surrounding her. He rolled over next to her and gathered her against him, and without thinking, she threaded her legs with his, nuzzling into his chest and kissing his sternum. In that kiss, she said:

Please know. Please know how much I care.

Jamie’s answering kiss to the crown of her head, accompanied with a large hand rubbing up and down the smooth expanse of her back answered:

Aye, mo ghraidh. I know. I know.

——

A persistent banging noise was what woke Claire the next morning. She groaned with annoyance at first, pulling the blankets over her ears, but then she felt someone shaking her.

“Sassenach,” Jamie whispered. “I think Mrs. Lickett is here.”

Claire’s eyes shot open, and she sat up. “Oh shit,” she hissed. “That’s Faith outside the bedroom, isn't it?”

“Aye, indeed.”

“Shit shit shit…” Claire scrambled from bed and breathed in exasperation upon remembering she’d fallen asleep stark naked. Faith banged more insistently on the door, moaning in frustration. “Coming, lovie! One second!” Claire threw up a prayer of thanks to whoever was listening that Jamie had thought to lock the door behind them last night.

She tore through her closet for a robe and yanked it on, then turned to see Jamie was getting dressed.

“Don’t move,” she breathed. Jamie froze with one leg still halfway into his pants.

“Ehm…why?”

“I don’t want Faith to know you’re here. She’ll never let you leave.”

Jamie bit his lip to stifle a laugh, finishing with his pants.

“Just…get in the corner. Far away.” She gestured absurdly with her hands, pushing him farther and farther back from several feet away. “Don’t make a sound. She will figure it out, and there will be a meltdown.”

Jamie pantomimed zipping his mouth shut and throwing away the key. Claire rolled her eyes before unlocking and opening the door, just a crack. Faith was way ahead, grasping the edge of the door the second she could, and trying to thrust it open.

“Good morning, Faith,” Claire said warmly. “No, no, we can’t cuddle this morning, I’m sorry darling.”

Faith groaned, giving another sharp push that would have had Claire stumbling backward if she hadn’t seen it coming. “Don’t push me, Faith,” Claire said softly, but firmly. “Mrs. Lickett is here, come on.”

Claire did a little pushing of her own, shuffling Faith away with her legs and prying little hands from the door. She quickly shut the door again behind her as soon as she was certain that no fingers would get crushed, and she scooped Faith into her arms.

“Coming!” Claire called as she settled Faith onto her hip and scuttled into the living room. She put Faith down so she could unlock and open the door, and she cringed to think how unhinged she must look to the poor woman.

“Good morning, so sorry,” Claire said, flustered. “I overslept, clearly.”

“That’s alright,” Mrs. Lickett assured, stepping inside.

“Ehm, just a few things,” Claire said with an awkward chuckle. Before she could continue, a scratching noise filled her ears, and she whirled around to see Angus scratching on her bedroom door.

Of course he knows.

“Angus! Come!” Claire said, her voice thin with panic. The dog obeyed immediately, of course, well trained as he was, but he definitely knew something was up.

“Uh…” Claire cleared her throat. “Right. So, there is, ehm…J-A-M-I-E is H-E-R-E,” Claire said carefully, deliberately spelling any words that might trigger excitement for Faith. Realization illuminated Mrs. Lickett’s face, and she nodded, lips taut with the effort of stifling a smile. “So I, uh…just need you to keep her busy while I get dressed and get H-I-M…O-U-T.”

“Right,” Mrs. Lickett said.

“Have her feed Angus first and foremost and then…how about a bath? She never runs out of the tub.” Bath time was indeed one of Faith’s favorite activities; she treated it like her own little ocean, playing mermaid and squirting water with her bath toys. Getting her out of the tub was like trying to get her out of the Abernathys’ swimming pool.

“Sounds good,” Mrs. Lickett agreed. “I’ll shut the door for good measure.”

“Perfect.” Claire looked behind her to see Faith on the living room floor with her Barbies, arranging them on the coffee table using some filing system that Claire would never understand. She then watched in horror as Faith pushed a bra and two t-shirts off the coffee table. She darted forward and snatched them up before Mrs. Lickett could notice, though she likely already did. “Okay baby, listen to Mrs. Lickett, Mummy needs to get ready for work.”

With that, Claire shuffled away back into her bedroom, careful to only open the door just enough for her to fit in, locking it behind her. When she turned around, Jamie was just sitting on the bed, still shirtless for obvious reasons, grinning like an absolute fool.

“I’m glad you think this is funny!” Claire whispered harshly, throwing his shirt at him, but her own smile betrayed her.

“It’s like Jenny sneaking Ian out of our parents’ house,” he said quietly, biting his lip to contain a chuckle. “Couple of teenagers we are.”

Claire rolled her eyes, making her way to the closet. “You wouldn’t be smiling like that if she started crying when you left because she found you.”

“Aye, I ken,” he said. “It’s just…” He sighed, leaning back on the pillows. “Christ, Sassenach, my wame’s been doing tumbles since the second I woke up this morning, then watching ye fret and flit about…”

“Oh, stop…” Claire blushed, throwing clothes and fresh scrubs to pack onto the bed.

“And now ye’re just gonna flounce about in that wee robe like a temptress, to taunt me?”

“Please, you know I threw this on for any reason but to tempt you.” Claire rolled her eyes as she untied the belt, then she paused. “Do I need to make you turn around so you don’t get drool on the bed?”

Jamie grinned sheepishly, though he didn’t avert his eyes. Claire turned to face him, one eyebrow raised.

“I mean it, sir. I’m already running late, because of you.”

“I can control myself!” Jamie said in mock offense. “D’ye take me fer a heathen?”

“I might,” she grinned slyly, finally opening the robe and sliding it off herself. Her nose wrinkled in disgust, and she huffed. “I can’t believe I don’t have time for a shower, I feel disgusting…”

“Dinna look it.” She chanced a glance up to see Jamie laying back, hands behind his head, taking in her body like a royal feast.

“I’m sure I positively reek,” she went on, pulling on underwear and clasping her bra.

“Come closer, I’ll check for ye.”

She looked up at him again, aghast. “You are shameless.”

“Never said I wasna.”

Claire scoffed and rolled deodorant on before pulling her shirt over her head. She looked up to see a tiny pout on his face, though the evidence of what her naked body had done to him was still plainly visible.

“Ruined your fun, did I?” Claire said, tutting her tongue in mock sympathy. “Poor lad.” She pulled her capris on and started shoving the scrubs into her bag.

Jamie chuckled softly, but she could see how his eyes had darkened, could see the strain that his arousal was placing on his entire body. The veins in his neck protruded, his face was red.

“You know,” Claire began, trying to straighten the absolute mess of curls atop her ahead in the mirror full length mirror on her closet door. “We do have to wait until Faith is in the tub. You’ll hear once the water starts running, and only when it stops are you all clear to leave.” She gave up on her hair and decided to tie it in a knot atop her head, shoving in a few pins and pulling on a headband for good measure.

“So?” Jamie said, cocking an eyebrow at her from behind her in the mirror.

“So…” she turned around slowly. “I might be able to take care of that little problem.” She flashed her eyes at the tent in his pants, and he visibly and audibly gulped. “But only if you promise not to make me a mess again.”

He nodded eagerly. “Aye, lass, I promise.”

Claire smirked and chuckled wickedly, approaching the bed. “Go on, take them off.”

Jamie gulped again and lifted his hips to pull his pants and boxers down. A rushing noise filled the air.

“Ah,” Claire said. “That’s the bathtub.”

Jamie’s cock sprang free, and Claire knelt on the bed. “But I’m not worried about taking too long.”

Jamie’s eyes flashed with dark indigence, as if he’d like to punish her for saying such a wicked thing, but knowing that he could not, given the promise he’d made. Claire ran her hand up the length of his inner thigh.

“Oh,” Claire said, pausing her hand right before reaching the desired destination. “And you must be very quiet.” She wrapped her hands around his base, delighting in his quiet hiss. “Can you do that?”

He nodded dumbly, swallowing again. She gave a few languid strokes before leaning down and kissing the tip.

“Good lad.”

——

Claire spat into the sink and checked her breath for the third time out of sheer paranoia. Mrs. Lickett was sitting on Faith’s little step-stool next to the bathtub while Faith was playing in the warm, bubbly water. Claire watched as she fully submerged herself for the millionth time, flapping her little hands as if she had an entire swimming pool’s room to do laps in there. Satisfied with her breath, Claire finally rinsed her mouth and straightened a few wild curls, even while fully knowing they’d pop out the second she stepped out into the humidity (humidity; something she’d never experienced in England, and decided she hated).

Claire waited on her knees for Faith to pop back up from under the water, greeting her with a little “Boo!” when she did. Faith started, blinking a bit, and Claire worried she’d actually given her poor girl a fright. But then her absent face melted into that familiar smile, and Claire laughed.

“Okay, baby. Mummy is going to work now. You’ll be a good girl today, yes?”

Faith ignored her, slapping her hands at the surface of the water and reaching for her Ariel mermaid Barbie.

“Hey.” Claire picked up the doll herself, redirecting Faith’s attention. “Look at my eyes.” Faith reached for the doll, quite unhappy with Claire’s decision to withhold it. “Be a good girl today. Yes?”

Claire gave a thumbs up, and Faith whined.

“Faith Julia.”

Faith gave a hasty thumbs up, even as she continued whining and reaching for the doll.

“Good enough,” Claire remarked to Mrs. Lickett, who chuckled softly. “Okay, kisses.” Claire kissed the top of Faith’s wet head, and Faith returned with a wet sloppy kiss to her cheek. Claire dramatically wiped it away, eliciting more giggles from Faith.

With one final goodbye, Claire left the bathroom, grabbed her bag from the couch, and was out the front door. She locked it behind her then turned around to see Jamie leaning on his car, arms crossed, like some high-school jackass stereotype. It looked much hotter on him. She shook her head as she descended the stairs, laughing.

She’d rushed him back into his clothes when the tub stopped running, and then she’d shoved him out the front door. He’d gone, but not without pulling her in for several sloppy kisses, even as she was attempting to shut the door in his face, and not without stopping to give Angus far too many scratches and pats.

Evidently, that rushed goodbye was not good enough for him, because there he stood, waiting for her.

“Still haven’t had enough, Fraser?” Claire teased, unlocking her car and throwing her bag in the backseat.

Jamie sauntered over to her. “Never.”

She hummed in amusement, and he pulled her in for a sweet, lingering kiss.

“I really do have to go,” she said breathlessly. “I’m lucky if I’m even on time at this point, let alone early enough to get into my scrubs.”

“I’d apologize, but…” He kissed her again, and she groaned in either annoyance or something else. “I’m no’ very sorry fer any of it.”

“Hmph.” She gave him one final peck before getting into her car and shutting the door. As she started the car, he rapped on the window with a knuckle. She sighed with annoyance, but her smile betrayed her, as usual. “What?”

“Happy anniversary, Sassenach.”

She could literally feel her face melting into that stupid, soft expression reserved for only his most endearing moments (which was nearly all his moments, admittedly).

“Happy anniversary, Jamie.”

She leaned out the window to kiss him one more time, then started rolling in reverse, even with her head still craned toward him. He waved until she couldn’t see him in her rear view mirrors anymore, and she rolled up her window.

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, Beauchamp…

Claire gulped and turned the air conditioning up higher.

One month, only one month…

And you are so, so far gone.

——

For cooking night that week, Jamie brought over ingredients for homemade pizza. Faith very much enjoyed rolling the dough, and it was difficult to simultaneously stop her from playing with it like play-doh and keep her from eating it. She also had fun putting innumerable slices of pepperoni on the pizza. The original plan was to split the pie into sections and have each of the three of them put on whatever toppings they wished on their own section, but Faith’s pepperoni could not be contained. Then when Jamie tried to put peppers and onions on his section, Faith pushed his hands away, whining, and no amount of coaxing could get her to relent. There was no reasoning with her; regardless of the fact that she would only eat two of the small slices, this entire pizza was Faith’s to dictate, end of discussion.

To compromise, Jamie cooked his and Claire’s vegetables of choice in a pan on the stove to sprinkle on once the pieces were cut.

“It’s a good thing I like pepperoni,” Claire remarked wryly.

“Aye. I do too.”

Claire did not even allow Jamie anywhere near the bedroom that night; they’d agreed no staying the night, accidentally or not, when Claire had to work the next morning. They’d already embarrassed poor Mrs. Lickett enough for one lifetime. For Saturday night, however, they had a plan. On pizza night, they’d both told Faith that Jamie would be “sleeping over” on Saturday night, meaning he would be there when Faith woke up in the morning, and that he would leave sometime in the afternoon. Faith hardly seemed to even be paying attention, but Claire was almost certain she’d retained it.

It was important to Claire — to both of them, really, to normalize Jamie’s presence in the home, overnight or no, so Faith didn’t bounce off the walls every single time. Come Saturday afternoon in Jamie’s car, Claire was satisfied that Faith was properly prepared. They’d just dropped Faith off at the Abernathy house in her bathing suit, ready for a full day in the pool with her friend while Mummy and Jamie went on their date. Claire beamed at Jamie in the driver’s seat.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she said flippantly. “Just…excited. Happy. I don’t know.”

Jamie took her hand and brought it to his lips, keeping his eyes on the road. “So am I, lass.”

Their hands remained intertwined for the rest of the drive until they arrived at Jamie’s chosen date location for the weekend: the stables.

He’d promised her that night on the carousel that he’d take her riding for real, and today he was making good on that promise. Staff rotated who had to come and care for the horses on weekends, and this week was Jamie’s turn, so they’d be alone. 

“I’m there every weekend anyway,” Jamie had explained, “for Donas. But this way we ken we’re alone.”

The wink he’d given her sent a shiver down her spine.

Jamie had also packed a picnic lunch for them to have on the grounds, complete with a light whisky. They departed Jamie’s car in the parking lot, and Claire marveled at the lot’s emptiness with no one else around. Claire started to make her way toward the welcome center, then Jamie gently took her hand. She cocked an eyebrow at him, and he answered:

“This way.”

They bypassed the building and he took Claire to a gate, then produced a clanking ring of keys from the pocket of his shorts.

“This is the more direct route to the horses,” he said, shuffling through keys. “But if ye need the restroom, dinna fash.” He unlocked the gate, removed the key, and held up a different key. “I’ve got the key fer that, too.”

Claire chuckled and followed him through the gate, waiting for him to lock it again behind them. Jamie led them past the stable that Claire knew Pippi was kept in.

“We dinna keep Donas where we take the bairns,” Jamie said. “That’d be a recipe fer disaster.”

Claire’s brow practically raised to her hairline; she was almost nervous to meet such a notorious creature.

“Spoiled beast practically has the whole stable to himself,” Jamie said it in a chastising manner, but his sheepish grin gave him away.

“You’re quite fond of him,” Claire said.

“Aye,” Jamie said, handing Claire the picnic basket so he could open the doors to the barn. “One of my best friends.”

He winked before he heaved the doors open, but Claire was not at all certain he was joking. The thought had bubbles rippling in her chest:

My boyfriend, best friends with a horse.

“Could you be any more endearing?” she said, following him inside.

“Huh?”

She chuckled. “Never mind.”

Claire noticed immediately that out of the eight stalls in this stable, only four of them had horses in them, where the other stable was always full. Claire took in the sight of a regal white mare, a beautiful brown and white spotted Appaloosa, a silver Andalusian, and an enormous, terrifying black stallion, the stalls next to it deliberately empty. In fact, the four stalls on that side were empty save for him; the other three horses all on the other side.

Claire gaped for a moment. “Donas, I take it?”

“Aye.” Jamie swelled with pride.

“He’s…beautiful, Jamie. Really.” Claire had to fight the urge to reach out and touch him, somehow convinced he would bite her hand off.

“Aye, bit rough around the edges to be sure, but sweet as anything when ye get to know him.”

“He…doesn’t look like he wants to get to know me.”

Donas huffed, stomping his front right hoof. Jamie laughed.

“He’d no’ get to know anyone if he had any say in the matter. Lucky fer us,” Jamie put a hand on Donas’s muzzle, looking into his eyes, and the beast leaned into his touch. “He kens who is master is.”

Claire’s heart warmed at the sight; they really did look like a couple of chums.

“Now, Donas,” Jamie said sternly. “I’ve a lass here, and I’d no’ like to be embarrassed. I ken ye dinna care what she thinks of ye, but at least fer me, could ye no’ bite her?”

The warmth immediately disappeared, and Claire’s eyes bugged out of her head. Jamie laughed out loud, and Donas tossed his head away from the sound. Jamie pulled his head back, holding it in place and stroking soothingly, even as he continued to laugh.

“I’m teasing, Sassenach. He willna actually bite yer heid off. At least I dinna think he will.”

Claire eyed him suspiciously. “Is this going to be one of those things where if this doesn’t work,” she gestured between herself and Donas, “then this doesn’t work?” She gestured between herself and Jamie.

Jamie barked another laugh. “Well if that’s true, ye’re no’ trying very hard to keep me!”

“Jamie…”

“Come on, Sassenach. Ye canna be so afeared. He can smell it on ye. It feeds his ego to ken that ye fear him.” He gave the thick, black neck a solid pat. “And that just spurs him on to be more of an arse.”

Claire straightened out, sticking her nose in the air. “I’m not afraid.”

Jamie cocked an eyebrow. “Then show me.”

She took a deep breath and then approached the pair of them, careful not to shrink or falter in the slightest.

“I can do this,” she said calmly, slowly stretching her hand out, taking a quick peek at his ears to make sure they were not pinned back (they weren’t). “This is just like trying to talk to the misogynist pricks at work. Can’t let him know he gets to me.”

Jamie made an amused Scottish noise. “My horse is a misogynist now?”

“Very well could be. Have you ever asked him?”

Jamie laughed, but pointedly kept himself still and quiet as possible so as to not sway Donas’s opinion of the hand approaching him.

“Don’t worry,” Claire said calmly and evenly. “I mean no harm. I care about your master very much.” She let her hand hover under Donas’s enormous, flaring nostrils. “I just want to be friends. Acquaintances, even. For Jamie’s sake.” She flicked her eyes to Jamie to find him grinning like a fool at her, his pupils blown wide. But then:

“Dinna break eye contact,” he hissed, and Claire immediately rectified it. “He doesna like that.”

“Of course he doesn’t.”

Claire had to repeatedly tell herself, he will not bite my hand off, he will not bite my hand off, in order to remain still and have any hope of keeping the smell of fear off of her. Then, like watching a miracle unfold, Donas tapped his wet nose into Claire’s cupped hand for a split second. Claire laughed triumphantly, and Jamie beamed with pride.

“He doesn’t hate me!” Claire knew better than to say he likes me; that would certainly be pushing it. She knew enough from riding with Uncle Lamb that if a horse touched your hand, it was an invitation to be pet, so she flipped her hand and reached forward.

She stopped, however, when Jamie swiftly grabbed her forearm.

“What?”

“He showed ye he doesna hate ye, an achievement in and of itself,” Jamie said, his eyes full of mirth. “Let’s no’ push our luck by trying to get him to like ye. No’ just yet.”

Claire sighed with annoyance, letting her hand drop. “Fine.” She carefully stepped away. “Pompous brat.”

Jamie laughed out loud, giving said pompous brat another solid pat. “Careful now, Sassenach, or he willna be so gracious next time.”

“Gracious my arse,” Claire grumbled.

Jamie clicked his tongue and left Donas’s side to gather her in his arms and kiss her gently. “Ye’re no’ gonnae be grumpy the rest of our date because a horse doesna like ye?”

“No,” Claire said, but even she didn’t believe herself.

“Och…” Jamie cupped her face in his hands. “Ye ken I canna resist that wee pout.”

“I’m not pouting!”

“Aye, ye are.” Jamie laughed through the words. “Come here.”

He tipped her face up into his and kissed her much less gently, immediately demanding entrance for his tongue. She obliged eagerly, even though somewhere in the back of her mind she was thinking about how the horses were all watching them. Jamie’s hands moved from her face to her hair, tugging greedily and groaning into his mouth, wanting to swing a leg over his hip right there in the middle of the stable.

An indignant huff interrupted them, even as Jamie’s excitement grew. They pulled apart, and Claire looked over Jamie’s shoulder to see Donas stamping his hooves again.

“Seriously?” Claire fired at him. Jamie laughed out loud again, untangling his hands from Claire’s hair and running them down the length of her arms.

“Come on, lass.” He took both of her hands and pulled her away from Donas, into a stall, leaving an empty one between them and Donas.

“What on Earth are you doing…?”

“Getting ye away from prying eyes.”

Jamie captured her lips with his immediately, his tongue resuming its prior task of exploring every inch of the inside of her mouth. Claire whimpered in surprise and then began moaning, threading her arms around his neck.

“This is…” Claire breathed. “We can’t do this here.”

“Why no’?” Jamie nibbled at her neck. “I told ye we’d be completely alone.”

The thought sent a jet of heat to her core, and she stifled another moan. “Because…the…” She lost her train of thought as Jamie’s hand found its way under her shirt.

“The horses dinna mind, Sassenach.” He sealed his lips on hers again, squeezing her breast under her bra.

They moved together, back, back, back…until Claire’s back slammed against the wall of the stall.

“Besides,” Jamie said, palming her over her capris, eliciting a muffled groan from her. “I havena been able to hear ye since last week. Ye’ve had to keep far too quiet fer my liking.”

He squeezed her breast harder and increased the speed of his hand over her pants, and she sighed in ecstasy, kissing him hungrily and letting her hands roam to his fly. She forcefully pushed his shorts and boxers down, savoring the strangled cry he let out when she fisted him in her hand. His clothing fell around his ankles, and he reciprocated, unzipping Claire’s capris and forcing them along with her underwear down. Claire clumsily toed off one sneaker so she could get one foot out of her pants, and then hooked the leg around Jamie’s naked hips. She dug her heel into him, pulling him in closer. For a moment, Claire ground against him, savoring the friction, keening desperately as she did. And then, in one swift motion, Jamie viciously grabbed her thigh and lined himself up to enter her with a powerful thrust. Claire cried out loudly, breathing heavily.

“Aye,” Jamie rasped, kissing her sloppily. “Let me hear ye, mo nighean donn.”

Claire hummed in appreciation, her voice hitching with each of Jamie’s piercing, almost painful thrusts. Her back slammed and rubbed against the wood behind her, and somewhere in her hazy consciousness she thought she’d definitely have a bruise after this, and then that thought had her moaning louder.

The thought of him marking her.

Her increase in volume had him doubling his pace, grunting and groaning in her ear, biting her earlobe, her neck. Her grip on his shoulders became more desperate, her heel dug in harder, her voice grew higher and louder.

“Claire…” Jamie hissed, gripping her thigh harder. “Oh, Claire…”

The sound of her name on his lips like that was almost enough to undo her. Then his free hand began mercilessly rubbing her clit, and she made a guttural noise she didn’t even know she was capable of making.

“Aye, lass…” Jamie looked deep into her eyes and redoubled his efforts. “Let go. Only I can hear ye.”

It was a wonder to Claire that he was capable of speech right now, because if she’d tried to speak, only more shrieking moans would come out. And oh, they did. She felt herself tightening, and she dug her nails into Jamie’s back, and then she was falling, hard. She knew she was screaming, knew, and didn't care. Her walls gripped him so tightly he almost slipped out even though it would defy gravity in this position. Jamie was not far after, spilling into her with her name on his lips like a prayer.

Afterward, they sat in the hay on the floor, still half naked leaning against the stall, limbs entwined. Jamie kissed that spot on her shoulder where she thought she already felt a bruise blooming.

“I can’t believe you’ve already made me sore before we even get on the horses.”

Jamie snorted, then kissed the top of her head. “Wasna my intention.” Claire hmphed, and Jamie laughed again. “You just let me know when ye’re ready to go.”

Claire hummed, her eyes closed, and then felt consciousness slip from her against her will. She woke less than a half hour later, and after chastising Jamie for letting her fall asleep, and both of them repairing the state of their undress through endless fits of giggles, they made their way back to the horses.

Donas looked thoroughly disgusted with them, though Claire might have just been projecting onto an entity she knew had distaste for her.

“See that white mare?” Jamie said, leading Claire over. “This is Millie. Toni’s horse.”

“Toni rides?”

“Oh, aye. That’s why she works here.” Jamie let Millie sniff his hand, then began petting her. He gestured for Claire to do the same, and the process was much less painful (and terrifying) than it was with Donas. “They take a wee bit out of yer paycheck to keep yer horse here, but it’s a hell of a lot cheaper than having the land yerself, or using a public stable.”

“She’s beautiful,” Claire marveled, running her fingers up and down the long nose. “Very gentle.”

“Aye, she’s bonny. Toni said ye could ride her for today.”

Claire looked up at Jamie, her gaze warm with affection for Toni. “That’s really nice of her.”

“Please, ye ken that meddling wee besom’ll do anything to get us alone. Since last September. This wasna done out of sheer generosity.”

Claire chuckled, moving on to the softness of Millie’s mane. “You tease her too much.”

“Ach, she kens she’s a good friend.”

“Where does she fall on the friendship tier? Above or below Donas?” Then Claire yelped, or rather squeaked; Jamie had pinched her arse. She swatted at his arm, and Jamie remarked that if she’d done that so close to Donas, he’d really have bitten her head off.

Introductions out of the way and teasing (mostly) finished, they got saddled up and led the horses out of the stable.

“Now, I ken ye said ye rode before,” Jamie said. “So it’s yer choice. D’ye want to use the riding hall and keep it moderate, or d’ye want to roam around the grounds, get a wee bit exciting?”

Claire smirked at him around Millie’s head. “I’m always up for a wee bit of excitement.”

In one swift motion, Jamie launched himself onto his saddle, that wide, lopsided grin dancing on his beautiful face. “That’s what I hoped ye’d say.”

Claire mirrored him, getting herself settled in Millie’s saddle and giving her loving strokes on her neck. “Shall we?”

They rode anywhere between a trot and a gallop, all over the grounds that Claire had become familiar with on foot. It did look different without tables or Easter eggs or dunk tanks and projection screens. Jamie was a bit of a show off on his glorious, enormous mustang, and as much as Claire wanted to smack him, she also found it endlessly endearing, his desire to impress her.

They stopped somewhere to have their picnic lunch, letting the horses graze while they ate slowly, sipped whisky, and of course, kissed each other until they were both lightheaded. Claire very nearly threw a leg over to straddle him and ride him right there on the picnic blanket, but it would have been far too much effort to remove her shoes and capris again. So she took care of Jamie’s still-new-to-sex-and-always-ready excitement with her hand, and remarked with a sultry smile that she knew he’d take care of her later.

They rode some more, joking and laughing — Claire tossing her head back so far she nearly fell out of the saddle, holding hands between them (despite Donas’s apparent disapproval), and even guiding their horses close enough to kiss one another. And then of course Jamie yanked Donas away before he could bite off Millie’s ear. Obviously there was a very good reason they kept the stalls next to that brute empty.

They reached the stable again and bid their horses proper goodbyes, Claire remaining a safe distance from the Brute. Jamie held her hand all the way back to the car, and her legs felt wobbly, her stomach fluttery. It was impossible to tell if she was swaying from straddling the horse for so long or from the way Jamie had slammed into her against the wall, but either way, it was not altogether unpleasant.

They picked Faith up promptly at six, having given her a hard stop time in the pool at five so she’d know what to expect and be ready to be picked up, and hopefully not have a meltdown when it was time to get out. Gail’s report was that she was very well behaved, though she’d had more snacks than Claire would have liked. Faith did not at all protest when it was time to leave, especially because it was Jamie who stepped into the room first. Claire could not help the twinge of jealousy when Faith wrapped herself around his legs and listened to him far better than she would have to Claire if she was alone, but she knew this was normal, for any child, let alone a child on the spectrum.

After Faith and Claire showered together, Claire made mac and cheese with dinosaur chicken nuggets for all three of them while Jamie showered.

“See?” Claire remarked when they were all sat down at the table, loading a stegosaurus with several little Frozen character-shaped macaronis. “Being a bad cook is fun sometimes.”

They watched the movie of Faith’s choice (Frozen, to no one’s surprise), and then Faith did not protest when it was time to brush her teeth and get into bed. She did not protest because Jamie had promised to be the one to tuck her in that night. He was not granted the honor of teeth-brusher or Risperdal-dispenser, but tucking in and turning on the nightlight were sacred parts of nighttime routine nonetheless.

And Claire knew that Jamie took it very seriously.

She stood back, watching from the doorway as Jamie pulled the blankets up to her chin, multiple heavy blankets despite it being summer.

“Sleep well, a leannan,” Jamie said softly, stroking back her wild curls. “Ye were a very good girl today.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead, and Claire’s chest ached. “I’ll see ye in the morning.”

That had Faith grinning, her eyes wild with excitement.

“But morning willna come if ye dinna sleep,” he warned. “So I willna see ye unless ye sleep.”

She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, wrinkling the lids with the effort. He and Claire both chuckled, and Jamie shook his head.

“Alright. Goodnight, lass.”

With that, he patted Angus’s head and stood up from the bed, allowing Claire to say her own goodnight, and then they departed to Claire’s room.

Jamie did take care of her, face buried between her legs hooked over his shoulders, took care of her so well that she had to put a pillow over her face to keep from rousing the five year old they’d just put to bed.

When he was finished taking care of her, he rose up and tossed the pillow away, laughing no doubt at how positively insane she must have looked after flattening her face into a pillow. He kissed her anyway, insanity and all, and he lined himself up to take her.

“You didn’t have enough today?” Claire teased, breathless.

Jamie’s eyes darkened, and he wet his lips. “Never.”

And he took her.

[jamaiskookie]

bangtan headcanon: OT7 IN HIGH SCHOOL 📓✂️

☞ genre; fluff, crack

☞ warnings; excessively stupid

masterlist  u wanna talk to highschool!bangtan?

《KIM SEOKJIN》

class clown

always manages to sneak kimbap in class, and stuffs his face despite being in the front row. 

he’s alarmingly good at sneaking food into places. 

cafeteria ladies love jin so much. 

and every christmas he brings in his perfected sugar cookies and never shares them.

(he’s in the cooking club)

((he’s the only one in the cooking club))

will interrupt the teacher to make a bad joke. 

“yes so helium is the fo- oh yes seokjin?“

“i was reading an excellent book about helium, i couldn’t put it down!! ahHAHAHHYUKHYUKAHHAHAHHA“ 

nobody’s?? really sure?? if he’s dating namjoon or not?? it’s the schools biggest mystery, there’s currently a betting pool going on worth about $500

likes to annoy namjoon and yoongi about holding bake sales. 

is surprisingly good at planning parties?? but never hosts them?? hoseok always gets him to plan his parties and he even planned prom!!

he’s particularly proud with the theme he came up with. 

‘zombie meets elegance‘ 

it was actually pretty nicely pulled off (much to the shock of the entire student body) 

《MIN YOONGI》

student council president 

takes his job very!! seriously!! 

fights with the principal on funding daily. 

doesn’t come to school without coffee and resting bitch face.

even the teachers are afraid of this short little emo boy. 

is the only one who actually wears the school uniform properly with the little tie and jacket because that’s how you show school spirit. 

definitely that closeted gay in high school who thinks nobody knows about his homosexuality when in fact, everyone knows.

(nobody has the guts to bring it up to him though)

“hyung why are you staring at jimin’s as-“

 “-NO WHY GET BACK TO WORK” 

actually enjoys doing morning announcements. 

“make sure to check out jin’s dumb bake sale i think he’s selling brownies for some charitable reason anYWAYS time for min’s advice column!!“ 

min’s advice column is yoongi’s free therapy. namjoon suggested adding an advice column to the school paper so now yoongi just judges his classmates’s decisions gives subpar advice. 

“i personally think you have no chance with this girl, but you’re clearly hell bent on asking her out. it’s a dumb choice. good luck.“ 

《JUNG HOSEOK》

fuckboy

throws obnoxious parties at his parent’s huge ass mansion. 

somehow?? is?? the nicest? playboy??? evER??

will respect your girl’s boundaries but also would 300% hit on her when you’re not looking. 

aftercare king wILL cuddle with you and help you clean up or whatever until jimin eventually comes in screaming. 

his school id says “hobi 💦👅” ... noone knows how he managed to do it (taehyung thinks he seduced the secretary) 

surprisingly good at romance even though he deTests dating

“it’s a waste of time, money, and ass.“  “- what?”

gives everyone dating advice whether they want it or nOt- he lives his *shhh very secret* romantic fantasies through his best friends. 

once helped taehyung ask out his girlfriend... they’re still going strong!!

defo has daddy issues that he never talks about,, maybe if a girl finds it sexc™️ in that kind of messed-up-bad-boy-she-could-fix vibe he’ll bring it up

kinda failing science lmao he probably needs a tutor.. but will never admit he needs a tutor for sake of his pride. 

most definitely has had sex in the janitor’s closet a couple times, up until yoongi caught him once, reported him to the school board and got him suspended... for a month. 

(yoongi has no regrets, that was the best month of his life.)

《KIM NAMJOON》

student vice president

honestly would probably be the council president and is the most qualified for it but can’t be bothered.

plus he hates public speaking and the president has to speak at assemblies.  

genuinely enjoys learning!! bUT HATES GROUP PROJECTS

because every single fucking time taehyung and jimin pester him about teaming up and he ends up doing like 75% of the work.

not because anyone forces him to or anything.

it’s because jimin and tae are such dumbasses every time they finish their work namjoon has a sudden uRGE TO REDO ALL OF IT BC THEY GOT IT WRONG.

tries to take all AP subjects.

gives up and drops half of them by the second semester.

great student but also will “no yoongi i don’t want to fucking play basketball i've been awake for thirty hours trying to finish this goddamn essay that’s due tomorrow. wHAT DO YOU MEAN WHY DIDN’T I DO IT EARLIER I WAS BUSY TAKING CARE OF MY BONSAI TREES.“

started the school paper!! it’s called “persona post”

writes about actual relevant things like political events and global problems, but everyone else just writes about school gossip *sigh*

although that one column examining hobi’s sex and dating life was a pretty fun piece of writing to read through. 

he sits in the back of the classroom and never raises his hand even though he knows the answer like 95% of the time.

definitely has a crush on seokjin

《PARK JIMIN》

the one everyone has a crush on

and when i say everyone i mean everyone, even hoseok has had a crisis over park jimin. 

(jungkook is definitely president of his fan club) ((in case it wasn’t clear, he’s dating jungkook))

school’s golden boy, basically gets away with everything with a bat of an eye... and the most infuriating thing is he doesn’t even realise it. 

“omg jimin!! you’re so cute!! this shirt looks sO good on you, can i touCH?” “omg thank you i didn’t think it fit well because it’s my boyfriends but that’s so sweet!!” “boy... hm?”

mom friend: sweetest bitch alive and is always worrying about his friends but everyone knows he’s secretly really fucking kinky.

(again, jungkook has no comment)

the kind of person who celebrates christmas in june. 

literally- he starts putting decorations in his locker and around the school mid june. by november, he’s wearing reindeer ears to school.

*lowkey kind of a nerd* genuinely enjoys studying with namjoon.

“well, studying with anybody else is just too stressful!! plus, namjoon’s so chill. he doesn’t look like it but he actually is super sweet and nice!!!“

“... please take those reindeer ears off, it’s embarrassing.“ 

half of the school would probably cut off an arm to sleep with him. seriously, he gets offers like everYDAY it’s kinda getting tiRING

is considering starting a youtube channel where he just takes videos of all the dogs and babies he meets throughout the day. 

“idk i think vlogging would be fun“

《KIM TAEHYUNG》

art hoe

nEVER FUCKING STUDIES OR PAYS ATTENTION BUT GETS DECENT GRADES.

the definition of bisexual mess, WILL trip when he sees hot people.

exclusively wears wired gold glasses and soft neutral sweaters to school. if it’s a good day he’ll wear a beanie. on special occasions he’ll maybe throw in some fUN loafers.

dyes his hair to match ~the vibes~ of that season. the most recent wild hair colour is cool toned teal. 

jungkook said he looks like leprechaun shit, but tae really likes it. 

tried to go vegan countless times, failed each and every one when he passed by a mc donalds. 

carries his sketchbook wherever he goes. he has that thing around 24/7, 100% would not be surprised if he slept with it under his pillow.

really quiet until he has a point to make;; like that time where he launched into a three hour screaming lecture on how phineas and ferb is an animated masterpiece.

drinks tea purely for the aesthetic of it. 

goes to hipster coffee shops to pretend to study... ends up watching barbie movies and critiquing them on the writing blog that he thinks nobody knows about. 

watches anime in class (he recently rewatched all of ATLA for the third time,, failed his econ class but worth it!!1!!1)

《JEON JUNGKOOK》

preppy jock

once again, everyone is attracted to him, but he’s so whipped for jimin everyone’s crush fades away once they talk to him because-

“oh it’s so cool that you have a dog!! you know, i think jimin kind of looks like a pomeranian sometimes it’s sO CUTE- hm? oh jimin’s my boyfriend.“

... it’s disgustingly adorable. 

plays almost every sport and is somehow always the team captain. not out of obligation or with leadership skills or anything, everyone else just votes for him. 

mess with his friends and he’ll put a stink bomb in your locker. 

his nickname is “golden baby” because he’s good at everything, teachers love him so much. 

grades? sTELLAR. sports? he’s done them ALL. creativity? pAINTED THE SCHOOL MURAL. service? volunteers at a pet shelter whenever he can (the bunnies love him for some reason) 

everyone either is 

a) in love w him, wants to fuck

b) jealous of him but is also secretly gay for him

pretends to not know how talented and cool he is and plays it off super cool

proceeds to fail, the only thing he’s bad at is humble bragging. 

“wow omg lol i got a 100 on my bio test and yesterday i got a hole in one in golf, my first time playing it but it’s chill i guess hahhah day in my life amirite.“

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[13-reasons-ideas]

Pls pls can u do a Monty x oc, you’re with your friends & they keep teasing u asking u who’s this guy you’re so in love with and when u tell them it’s Monty their faces fall and they start giving u crap about him so u defended him and told them that u didn’t care what they thought explaining that u won’t justify your relationship with him, you end up choosing Monty over your friends & later when u meet up with him you know you’ve made the right choice💕

I met my friends after school at Rosie’s for milkshakes as per our usual Friday afternoon tradition. I got there first, so I sat at our usual table near the door and pulled out my phone. As I grabbed it, it buzzed and I saw Monty send me a text, have a good time with your friends Liv. Maybe order something different this week. Could be fun for you. I’ll see you in a bit. I love you. Smiling to myself, I quickly responded.

You too. What would you suggest oh master of milkshakes? See you after. Don’t worry, I’ll update you on all goings on in the Clay hole. I love you too.

Maybe try a vanilla milkshake. Oh joy. I’m so looking forward to that….

I had to hold back a laugh at his suggestion. I’m sorry, did you just suggest vanilla? YOU suggested vanilla?

That’s about the only thing I suggest be vanilla, little miss. I felt my face heat and didn’t respond.

“Hey Olive.” Clay greeted as he sat down.

“Hey Clay. Where’s Tony?”

“He had to work. His dad needed him at the shop.”

“Okay, Justin is coming today, right?”

As soon as the words left my mouth, the bell above the door dinged and Justin walked in, his letterman once again around his shoulders. I missed that look on him. Jess was tucked under his arm and she smiled brightly.

“Hey guys. Make room.” He said as they sat down. Jess sat across from me as Justin sat beside me.

“Hey Jess.” I greeted her.

“Hey Olivia.” She responded, the smile on her face falling slightly. She still wasn’t fully comfortable with my friendship with Justin. Little does she know, he’s not even on my radar. We chatted a bit before Marie came to take our order. Since we wait for our whole group to arrive before we order our shakes, we settled on an order of fries while we waited.

A while after we got our fries and talked amongst ourselves, the last two of our little group showed up.

“Scooch over Justin, my turn to sit with Livy.” Zach joked, pushing Justin aside. Alex laughed behind him. After some rearranging, we were all seated comfortably in the small, yet somehow accommodating booth. I was sandwiched between Justin and Zach. Marie came over again and took our orders. As usual, Clay and Justin got chocolate, Jess got strawberry, Alex got peanut butter cup, Zach got chocolate strawberry. When it was my turn to order, I took Monty’s advice and ordered vanilla. My friends looked at me like I had sprung another head or something. Marie furrowed her brow at me but wrote it down when I nodded at her. We also ordered another fries to snack on.

“Vanilla? What about your usual chocolate orange?” Alex asked.

“Decided to try something different.” I shrugged.

“Okay Olivia. But if you don’t like it, you still have to drink it.” Justin told me.

“Sure thing Dad.” I teased with a roll of my eyes. The group laughed along with us and my phone buzzed. Deciding to be polite and not check my phone at the table, I ignored it. After we had gotten our milkshakes and fries, we chatted idly for a while until my phone buzzed again. And then again.

“Someone’s popular.” Clay said. I chuckled as I looked at my phone. If someone is texting me that fast in succession, it could be important. I blushed as I saw that it was a couple of random texts from Monty, about something he was watching on tv. Hiding my phone from my friend’s view I typed a quick reply, I’m with my friends. I’ll talk to you in a while. Love you.

When I looked up, my friends were smirking at me. “What?” I asked, “Is there something on my face?”

“Yeah. Red splotches.” Clay said plainly.

I threw a fry at him and he looked affronted. I threw another one and he caught it in his mouth. Changing the subject, I asked him, “so what’s going on in the Clay hole?”

“Ah, you know, Justin has years of annoying brother stuff to catch up on. So that basically.”

“Hey, I only do it because I love you. You know that.”

“Mhmm, I know. That’s why you leave lasagna from three days ago on the counter in our room.”

Justin merely shrugged and stuck his fry in his shake.

“Dude, that’s gross. Also, don’t leave food out. That’s also gross.” I chided.

“It’s delicious Liv. And yes Mom.”

“I’m sure Lainie feels the same way, yes.”

He threw a fry at me and I caught it in my mouth triumphantly. My phone buzzed a few more times and I ignored them. A few minutes later, it buzzed again, and I took a quick peek. Can’t wait till I get you alone and we can discuss exactly why vanilla is only good as an ice cream flavour. One text read. Another read, I’m only half sorry about that. Mostly because you know it’s true. I felt my face heat again before a smile spread across my face as I read another text, But really. I can’t wait to see you soon beautiful. I didn’t answer him and instead, locked my phone again. Looking up, my friends were once again staring at me. I took a long sip of my milkshake in lieu of responding. This isn’t actually all that bad…. “Vanilla shake, more smiling, running off as soon as school is done.” Alex mused.

“She gets more than one drink at Monet’s in the morning too.” Zach muttered.

“Changed our tutoring to lunch. A lot more texts when we are together.” Justin added.

“What’s his name?” Jess asked.

I took another sip before answering, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Right. And so if there’s nothing, explain why you don’t pull your hair up as often anymore.” Clay implored. Maybe he’s not as oblivious as we all thought.

“Guys, it’s nothing. My cousin is coming into town and my mom just wanted to make sure everything was in order.”

“Livy. Your mom has never texted you that much. And your cousin doesn’t make you smile. I believe there was a story of the time you cut the heads off of her barbies for pushing you in the mud.”

“She ruined my favourite shirt Zach. She had it coming.”

“I don’t deny she did. But you can’t expect us to believe that there is no one. You’re different. Who is he?”

I paused before pulling my hair back into a low ponytail. There was a small hickey just under my ear. “No… Olivia. No.” Justin muttered when he saw it.

“What?” Clay and Alex asked together.

I took a very long sip of my shake and took a deep breath before responding, “Yes Justin.”

“No. I refuse to believe it.”

“What? Who are you talking about?” Zach asked, not seeing the man’s mark on me.

“I-it’s Monty….” I stuttered quietly. There was a pregnant pause before Jess burst out laughing.

“That… that’s funny. There’s no way he would go for a girl like you.” She said. That’s only slightly rude. I made no sound of defence or any attempt to answer. “Wait. Seriously?” She continued, her eyes darting around the table. I simply gave a small nod. Again, it was quiet while my friends digested the information they were just given. Their faces had all fallen.

“Monty? Honestly Olivia?” Alex stated but I could tell he intended it to be a question.

“Yeah.”

“He’s a dick.” Clay said.

“He’s violent as shit.” Zach added.

“He’s not very smart.” Jess muttered.

“He’s mean Liv. I thought you were smarter than that.” Justin chided.

The group’s list of reasons why he is all wrong for me went on and on until I couldn’t stand to listen to their bullshit anymore. “Okay. I understand you are mad. That is fine. What is not fine, is you sitting here and talking shit about the man that I love.”

“You love him?” Clay asked, dumbfounded.

“Yes. I do. And he loves me.”

Jess huffed out a laugh, “please Olivia. Montgomery wouldn’t know love if it bit him in the ass. He is incapable of feeling it.” That’s it.

“Fuck you.” I said plainly to her. She stared at me her mouth open in shock.

“Olivia!” Justin gasped.

“No Justin. Listen to me. You are all being ridiculous. I know you have this idea of what Montgomery is like. He has a temper, yes. He has shitty coping mechanisms. He uses violence to feel something he can’t express verbally. It’s not healthy and he knows that. We are working on it. And before any of you ask, no. I do not think he would ever hurt me. Oh and since you all seem to think he’s an idiot, he isn’t. He is actually very smart. I don’t deny that he has issues. But don’t act like none of you have issues. Clay, you have this idea where any information that doesn’t fit what you think a person is like, must be wrong. You’re idealistic in a way that is not only reckless but makes you look like a dumbass. Justin, you’re an addict. I know you’re in recovery and it’s hard sometimes, but I also know that you understand the adage of ‘once an addict, always an addict’. Zach, you’re a pushover. You want to please everyone. Unless it doesn’t suit you. Then you are an ass to everyone because you want to keep your butt clean. Don’t act like me dating Monty and not telling you is any different than what you did to Hannah after that summer. Alex, I don’t think I need to explain your issues. And you Jessica, you were fucking Justin while you were dating Alex. And you’re jealous that Justin and I are friends. So, don’t fucking sit here and act like you are any less fucked up than he is. Just because he deals with it in a way you wouldn’t, doesn’t make him a bad person. I don’t need to sit here, and fucking justify my relationship to any of you.”

My friends sat in shock at my outburst. I could feel the blood rushing in my head as I took a breath. “You really feel that way?” Zach asked.

“Yes.” I said bluntly.

“Well in that case,” Alex started.

“Don’t make me choose.” I told them.

“Why not?” Clay demanded.

“Well for one thing, its fucking childish. And for another thing, you won’t like my choice.”

They were silent in response. That’s my answer then. As I grabbed my bag, Zach stood up to let me out of the booth. I took one last look at my friends before putting cash to cover my drink and portion of the fries on the table and turning to walk away. I texted Monty when I got in the car, can you come over please? I need you.

He replied almost immediately, give me ten minutes. I’ll be right there Liv.

I got to my house a few minutes later and got myself a cup of water before going upstairs to reapply my perfume. I caught sight of a few pictures of the group of us on my shelf, the seven of us including Tony at one formal or another, the six of us goofing off in the park, Justin and I after he got back from rehab. Fucking best friends my ass. Before I could stop myself, I gathered the photos in my arms and took them downstairs. Clearing a space in my living room and moving the area rug, I snapped. I threw the pictures one by one to the ground, the glass shattering or cracking and the frames breaking at the impact. When I went to throw another one, my front door opened. I heard Monty’s voice in the distance, “Olivia?” He walked over to me, being careful of the glass littering the hardwood. I felt his arms wrap around me, “hey hey. It’s okay. You’re okay.” I felt myself slump into his strong arms as tears filled my eyes. Taking the picture from my hand, he placed it on the couch. He held me tightly and walked me to the couch and pulled me into his lap, “shhhh. It’s okay. Everything is okay. Just breathe, I’m right here.” He soothed.

Once my crying subsided, I was able to find my voice again, “I t-told them about you.”

“Okay.”

“A-and they… they.” I hiccupped. I felt his arms tense around me.

“What did they do Liv?”

“They were horrible. They hate me Monty. They made me choose.”  

“They what?” His anger was evident in his tone.

“They made me choose. It was them or you. And I couldn’t… I couldn’t choose them if that’s how they were going to act like that when I fall in love with someone.”

He kissed the top of my head and held me until I was calm enough to stand. “You go change. I’ll go get the broom and we can clean this up, what do you say?”

“Mkay.” I said, numbly. By the time I had come back down, the pictures were gone, and he was in the process of sweeping up the mess. I went to grab the hand vacuum and cleaned up the microscopic bits the broom missed. Once the living room was back in order, Monty queued up my favourite movie and we cuddled on the couch. Definitely made the right choice. I’ll worry about the fallout on Monday.  

#13rw #13 reasons why #montgomery de la cruz #fanfic #clay jensen #montgomery de la cruz imagine #fanfic writer #zach dempsey #alex standall #jessica davis #justin foley jensen #monty x oc #monty de la cruz fanfic #monty de la cruz #monty x reader #monty imagine #montgomery de la cruz x reader #montgomery de la cruz x oc #My Friends Over You

[lasteverafter]

I’M  TEARING  OFF  THE  WORDS  YOU’VE  BRANDED  ME  WITH!      ---    ANNELIESE  OF  CRYSTAL  LAKE.

i made joy and i had to pull through for the daughter of odette.

i suffer from barbie brainrot btw.

anyways anneliese where do i begin.

the daughter of the swan queen / white swan / odette.

she and joy are the same age but she’s a year under her.

her full name is anneliese hu!!!

nicknames include annie but basically no one calls her that aside from her mother.

an ever. the best of the best. the goodest of all good. the blueprint. the model student. you and your mom and your grandmother wishes they could be her.

she’s basically the perfect school for good kid.

despite that it’s pretty much the only personality she has. her mother had raised her up as this uber good and sensible kid.

as a kid her mother was always very strict with presenting good and being beautiful and all that jazz.

also going through a mid-life identity crisis.

also an only child, the princess of a kingdom called the crystal lake, housing the swan lake and many castles (although mostly old and crumbling) and some mountains and more lakes & forests. very magical and fairytale-esque.

has blonde hair and really startling bright blue eyes.

OR DOES SHE *dun dun dun*.

she doesn’t because i love giving my characters drama and issues to wade through.

she was actually born with dark hair, like a straight never-coloured black.

her mother was like nUh Uh MiSsY *danny gonzalez finger waggle* only blondes in this household.

breaking news the hu family believes in blonde supremacy.

anyways she forces anneliese to dye her hair blonde constantly with some kind of unicorn hair, lemon, sugar concoction because somehow good is always connected to blond hair.

(also odette also totally had similar hair and was ridiculed for it before turning her blonde hair permanent through some sus ways)

also of asian descent. very similar build to joy, but just a teeny bit shorter.

her hair is always tied up into a ponytail, braid or bun.

she actually didn’t like joy much at first, kind of looked down at her.

if anything she just felt pity for the girl. which is like really really annoying because anneliese talks like she’s talking to a baby kitten.

as a kid as she always taught to look down on nevers because good always defends and prevails, she was always raised to believe that good is superior to evil. because obviously! if they’re not why are they always the one to triumph in the end?

but joy is actually!!! ok with being friends.

and anneliese is like what.

we’re supposed to be mortal enemies

joy: not when i’m alive we’re not.

she meets joy at the school and actually starts becoming friends with her she’s like. well shit. mom’s going to kill me.

anneliese goes through this entire character arc that i’m NOT going to describe because i might write this or something but YES in the end she’s like

wow was i wrong.

they write letters to each other btw.

she actually really admires joy’s [REDACTED]

(also joy [REDACTED])

sorry lads i might write this haha so i’m going to keep the arcs a bit of a secret.

she’s AGGRESSIVELY good. like chaotic good. anneliese radiates ben and jerry’s energy.

ever: omg that joy kid is so evil :( anneliese: SAY HELLO TO MY GRANDFATHER FOR ME *throws the kid across the classroom*

anneliese throws coin bag at poor peasant ‘now do whatever you want with it! I don’t care!’

also conveniently and unironically good at combat magic and thus has a habit of throwing kids across classrooms or out windows when they say something that rubs her the wrong way.

anneliese having breakfast or something and thinking about peasants and then she just abruptly gets up, tells the head chef to make as much food as he can and set up free food stalls in the village square

she’s just so aggressively GOOD like it’s hilarious.

although sometimes it might come off as her seemingly treating someone like a charity case.

also a ballerina.

doesn’t waddle like joy because that u n s i g h t l y for a princess but she is stretching everywhere and cracking bones 24/7 and most of the time a puddle on the floor.

evergirls: walks into bathroom anneliese, with a toothbrush in hand and leg propped up against the wall: good morning.

joy recognises anneliese through the sound she makes when she walks.

anneliese wears these heels and she walks around like CLICK CLACK and they are really really loud.

odette: you gotta wear all these fancy pure beautiful shoes to show how good and beautiful and amazing and light and graceful you are annie: ok click clacks aggressively

her mom waking up every morning to really really loud click clacks ‘oh my fucking god it’s her again’

my godforsaken daughter’s existence was not just a bad dream

annie: OH MOTHER *raps aggressively on door* OUR BREAKFAST IS READY.

has the most EXTRAVAGANT shoe collection. sophie would be jealous.

her prized possession and the one she wears the most are these heels that make literal fire.

shhh i know its fake (i’m heartbroken btw) but its totally real in their world

maybe half of her shoes can do that so.. u never know which... keepin em on their toes...

someone: says something stupid annie: friendly reminder that i am, in fact, a fire hazard.

also the type of girl to say “no ❤️”

her mother probably only wants the best for annie but she’s just doing so in a very unorthodox way.

odette: i've been bullied bc i made friends with an never i don't want u to do the same annie: its the 21st century mom. maybe people getting bullied for what they can’t help and don’t wanna be is the problem :)

#* ANNELIESE #mine: writing #her chaotic good energy is off the charts #me: info soon #also me: 10 hours later

[nancythebisexualslutwheeler]

Tutor AU Pt 2

Part One Being Richie’s boyfriend is wild. He doesn’t have a lot of friends, but somehow everyone knows him. Triple B- Ben, Bev and Bill have no problem switching lunch tables to sit by  Richie and Richie’s friends Stan and Mike. Though Eddie and Richie don't spend much time at the table, Richie usually sneaks out for a smoke break.

Eddie doesn’t smoke but always accompanies him, mostly because there tends to be a little kissing in between cigarettes. He never thought he’d be okay with that, but Richie makes him question everything.

    ***

Richie gives Eddie his leather jacket after a track meet. Eddie very pointedly doesn’t give it back. He sometimes sits in class with it, or in his bed late at night and tilts his nose into the fabric so he can smell Richie’s cologne. It’s just comforting, okay?

***

Since Richie can never set foot on Eddie’s street, Richie invites Eddie over for dinner. He’s not sure what to expect from Richie’s parents. Maggie is short and wide and wears her hair in a French braid and smiles so hard and so sincerely. Went is tall and thin and claps Eddie on the back at least three times.

She’d made spaghetti. Well, supervised, she said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well Richie’s the best chef in the house. He makes the sauce from scratch.”

“Oh wow! That’s...” he looks over at Richie whose cheeks are red.

His parents go upstairs, and they wash the dishes together and then sit on the couch. Richie turns on Netflix. They’ve barely finished an episode of NCIS when his phone starts ringing.

He pulls it out of his pocket and then walks over to the corner of the room near the patio door and answers it. Eddie hums a song in his head so he doesn’t eavesdrop.

“I’ve gotta go. Um, can you get home alright?” He asks, which is weird, he usually drives Eddie home.

Of course Eddie can take a hint, but Richie doesn’t offer any other information which is weird.

***

It’s not the last time it happens either. He cuts dates short or straight up blows off dates to accommodate whosoever number kept appearing on his phone.

***

Eddie is at the mall with his mom when he sees them. Richie is looking good as always in a Queen shirt and black jeans, even though it’s a warm fall day. He’s holding a toddler in his arms who can’t be more than two years old. Richie says hi, and Eddie’s mom stares.

“Eddie you know this, young man?” She grits out.

Richie’s eyes narrow before his face smoothes into a wide smile and he holds out a hand,

“Hello ma’am, yes Eddie tutors me in math. I’m not so good at it. I’m Richie Tozier.”

She stares at his hand until he retracts it,

“Oh, you’re Maggie’s son.”

His eyes narrow again and Eddie grabs his mom’s arm,

“Mom, let’s go.”

“I just knew-”

“Mom!”

She pulls her arm away,

“Eddie, I’m just saying,”

Richie’s body is pulled like a bow string and his face is daring her to say something.

“We’ve gotta go. Remember? New towels?”

“Fine.”

Eddie leads his mom away, as if if he lets go of her, she’ll go back and curse Richie to hell.

***

He doesn’t even think about the child again until he gets home when he texts Richie,

Eddie: You didn’t tell me you had another sister.  

The response takes longer than normal. Usually Richie texts him back within seconds.

Richie: …. I don’t.

Eddie hesitates. They’ve only been dating about two months, but it feels like a lifetime. For Eddie at least. Well not a lifetime, but Eddie is falling hard. He tries to picture the child, but he had been so worried about his mom talking to Richie that he wasn’t even paying attention. The thing was that he heard about Maggie Tozier all the way home, and he hadn’t wanted that sort of wrath released on Richie.

Eddie: She’s… yours?

He hesitates before sending the message, before he finally does, right after he chooses to dial Richie’s number instead. It goes straight to voicemail.

Eddie: Really?

Richie: Nothing to say champ. We’re done.

Eddie: What? Why? What did I do?

He calls again. It goes to voicemail.

***

He knows it’s lame to ride his bike but his boyfriend, well okay the person he’s been dating, isn’t answering and there’s a whole lot that needs to be discussed. Like nine months worth of a lot.

He doesn’t expect Richie to answer the door with baby food stains on his shirt and arms. He looks just as freaked out to see Eddie. He quickly steps out and shuts the door halfway,

“What?”

“What do you mean what? You’re not answering my calls?”

“I’m a little busy,” he says rudely.

Eddie hesitates, Richie is intimidating, he is. But usually he’s so nice and kind that Eddie kind of forgets that he can come off as cold.

“You are my boyfriend right?” Eddie asks quietly, rocking back and forth on his feet.

Richie’s face softens,

“Yeah. Of course.”

“Then let me in and let’s talk about this.”

Talk about how Richie has a kid. A whole human being. Richie hesitates.

“I’m in the middle of something Eddie.”

Eddie knows he’s being desperate and clingy, but Richie had said they were done and that wasn’t okay with him,

“I’ll wait.”

Richie shifts from foot to foot,

“I don’t introduce people to her.”

Eddie nods, ready to apologize, but then Richie opens the door. Eddie can sense his hesitation, and the baby is crying. Not actively, but little hiccups and Richie strides over to the kitchen and immediately starts feeding her what Eddie assumes are the baby food version of carrots. She’s adorable, even with mashed food in her face and hair. She has dark blonde hair, her ears pierced and Richie’s blue eyes. Richie must be able to feel Eddie’s stare and he blushes,

“Well sit down.”

Eddie sits. Tries to remember any pregnant girls in their grade. Then in their school. There was a freshman, three juniors and a couple senior girls.

“Who?”

“Do you remember Wendy Miller?”

Wendy Miller was a blonde Barbie doll who switched schools at the end of last year, finishing her senior year somewhere else. Eddie feels a sting of jealousy, wondering how he’s supposed to compete with that.

“She’s beautiful,” Eddie offers instead.

“Thank you. Her name is Anastasia.”

“Big name for such a little girl.”

Richie bops her nose,

“She’ll grow into it.”

“I’ve never seen her before.”

Richie shrugs,

“I don’t introduce people to my kid.”

“It’s been two months.”

“Keeping track are we?” he teases.

“Richie, this is serious.”

“That’s why I said we’re done. There’s no,” He hesitates as Anastasia bangs the spoon on the tray of the high chair, flinging carrot residue everywhere, “I’m sorry, I should have told you. I was being selfish. I just wanted this to last.”

“Who says it can’t last?”

“You’re seventeen.”

“You’re nineteen!” he argues back.

“And I had eight months to prepare. I signed up for this. Wendy and I signed up for this. You didn’t.”

Eddie hesitates because Richie isn’t wrong.

“Do you have her full time?”

“We have 50/50 custody.”

“How old is she?”

“She’ll be a year next month.”

“That’s exciting.”

“I know! I can’t believe it. My mom is like, wanting to go to Disney World and I’m like calm down there Mags.”

Eddie laughs,

“Aw, and your sister likes her?”

“More now than when she didn’t sleep through the night.”

“Can’t blame her there.”

He can’t imagine Richie with a baby any smaller than this. The thought is almost incomprehensible. This is Richie. Who smokes cigarettes and is at every one of Eddie’s meets and didn’t graduate the first time. And he’s in charge of a whole human. Eddie isn’t trying to be judgemental but he doesn’t get why people aren’t more careful. Richie must see the judgment on his face because the smile disappears.

“You don’t have to be here,” he says harshly.

“No, I want to, I do. It’s just a lot.”

Richie shakes his head,

“Maybe you should go.”

“No, Richie please, I’m sorry,”

Richie stands up, and unstraps Anastasia before pulling her out,

“I need to give her a bath anyway. I’ll try to call you later.”

***

He doesn’t call. He doesn’t call Sunday, and he’s not in school on Monday.

***

Eddie doesn’t eat dinner on Saturday or Sunday, and his mom fawns after him the entire day, she doesn’t even go to church. Monday drags by and he calls Richie again, and it goes to voicemail, again.

***

He doesn’t even know if it’s worth it to go to by his house, so he invites Bev over instead. They’re sitting on Eddie’s bed eating pizza and ice cream with music playing in the background. His mom is at her book club, so as long as he hides the receipt and they eat on his freshly stripped bed, they should be okay.

“Richie wasn’t at school,” she points out. Like it’s just a random observation.

“Yeah I don’t know what that’s about,” he shrugs.

“But you do know something. Eddie what’s up?”

He takes a deep breath.

“Richie has a daughter. Her name is Anastasia. She’s really cute actually,”

“What the hell? A kid? Eddie, that's a huge deal.”

“I know,” Eddie moans.

“A whole kid?”

“No half a kid,” he rolls his eyes, “I think I upset him.”

“Upset him?” She screeches, “it’s been months! Did he even tell you? Eddie, this isn’t okay.”

“I know, I know, but I think I love him.”

“Oh honey.”

They don’t really talk about it after that.

***

If he’d thought Bev reacted badly, then Bill’s was terrible. They go for burgers on Wednesday after school. Richie still hasn’t been in school or answered his phone.

He’s just getting ready to drown himself in his brownie sundae when his phone dings.

Richie: hey can u come over

Eddie pauses and it sings again.

Richie: plz

Eddie quickly types out a response and Bill is like “Be careful Ed.”

***

Richie looks like shit. He smells like beer. He looks wrecked and Eddie’s defenses are up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Stasia’s been sick. It was just a cold and then she got a fever and it spiked. We were in the hospital last night- she, she’s fine, sorry I should have led with that. But I haven’t slept and I’m so tired and my heart hurts,” he’s breathing heavy and Eddie walks him to the couch.

***

After Richie says Anastasia is safe at home with her mom, and he eats a piece of peanut butter toast and drinks a glass of juice, he reaches for Eddie. He can tell Richie wants to cuddle, but he doesn’t know where they stand and he hesitates. But then Richie stares at him with his big old eyes and asks him if he will nap with him.

“I’m just so tired, but I can’t sleep. It was so scary Eds.”

Eddie pats his back,

“I’m sure it was. But she’s okay, yeah? It’ll be alright.”

So they go lay down and Richie is under the blanket and Eddie is over the blanket and Eddie kisses Richie’s forehead and holds his hand as he falls asleep. Richie looks like an angel when he’s asleep. His hair is a mess, he has freckles on his nose and he hasn’t shaved in a few days. Eddie plays on his phone for a while until Richie curls himself around him. Then he shuts off his phone and lays down. They find themselves tangled up together when Maggie knocks on the door a few hours later.

***

Eddie quickly leaves and Richie promises to call him. Eddie actually has to talk to his mother when he gets home and they eat another hotdish and spend another night talking about nothing. He showers and lays down, prepared to turn on the tv. Richie calls and they talk about Maggie freaking out about him sleeping over, and how Anastasia is doing. Eddie convinces Richie to come to school the next day and hang out with him after school. Which results in Eddie skipping a track meet.

***

Bill flips out and goes off on Richie at lunch. Eddie has never missed a track meet. Ever. He was extremely dedicated and needed a scholarship to get away from his mom.

“All I know is that he’s never missed a track meet before you. And he hasn’t been hanging out with us as much. You just want him at your beck and call while you use him for a notch in your belt!”

They haven’t even done more than makeout so he’s shocked that Bill has jumped to that conclusion. Eddie blushes, feeling embarrassed that his friends are making him seem like a child.

“He’s not just a warm body to me!”

Bill’s mouth twists,

“Is that what you tell them all? Is that what you told Wendy?”

Richie is out of his seat in a second, Mike jumps up and grabs his arm and Eddie is scared he’s going to start swinging. Ben is strong enough to hold Bill back but the two boys struggle. Tears spring to Eddie’s eyes and he pushes himself up from the table. He’s blinded by tears and he doesn’t know where he’s going, he just knows he has to get away from the yelling and fighting and suddenly he can’t breathe and he pulls his inhaler out of his pocket and sinks down against a locker.

Surprisingly it’s Mike who sinks down next to him. He can’t stop crying. Everyone’s right about him, he is a little, sick baby. Mike doesn’t touch him, just sits close to him.

“It’s okay.”

“No it’s not, this is my fault!” he wails.

Mike shakes his head,

“No, Richie should have been upfront.”

“You knew?”

Mike looks at him confused,

“Yes. Richie has been my friend since we were in diapers. I’m Anastasia’s godfather.”

Eddie looks at him wide eyed,

“That’s a big responsibility.”

“Richie is like my brother.”

They sit quietly for a few minutes.

“He really likes you. I know he does.”

Eddie’s mouth twists to the side,

“If you say so.”

Mike looks up at him. He has such a serious face,

        “I do. And if you like him, at all, I think you should give him a chance.”

        “I know nothing about kids. I’m an only child and I have no cousins or anything.”

          “He’ll teach you. And it’s not like he’s gonna throw you in to step-daddy, or even make you watch her. He will respect your boundaries.”

        “We talking about the same Richie?”

Mike’s eyebrows raise, and that seems to be as much of a facial expression as he can muster.

       “Sorry, I’m joking.”

        “Does he not treat you well?”

Eddie starts shaking his head immediately,

          “Of course he does!”

Mike gives him an exactly look.

***

Bill and Bev apologize but Richie still won’t answer his calls. He supposes it’s his turn again to show up unannounced.

Richie looks wrecked, again. He assumes Anastasia is still sick, but Richie looks happy to see him, even if it’s just a little. Eddie pulls Richie in for a hug and he buries his face in his neck. It’s been too long.

“Surprised to see you here,” Richie says, running a hand over his face.

“One day you’re gonna stop being surprised. I want to date you, stop trying to get rid of me.”

“Even with Anastasia? Because it’s going to be really hard,”

“If I start quoting The Notebook right now, will you punch me?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well I want to try. More than try. Richie, I’m in love with you.”

He beams behind his glasses,

“I’m in love with you, Eddie spaghetti.”

“Oh god, is that a dad joke? It is, isn’t it?”

Richie just laughs harder and pulls Eddie against his chest in a hug, and Eddie tips his head up to kiss him softly.

#reddie #Reddie fan fiction #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #bill denbrough #Beverly marsh #mike hanlon #stanley uris #ben hanscom #it 2017 #it 2019 #my writing

[artificialqueens]

Living in Sin (All the Rules are Changing Now), chapter 3: Make Me Feel Right (branjie) - writworm42, holtzmanns

A/N: Last chapter, Vanessa returned to the strip club where Brooke works, and they decided to go on a date. This chapter, they go out for dinner and then to Brooke’s place for dessert.

WRIT: WOW Y'ALL!!! It’s here!!! The last chapter!! So sorry for the delay on it. Everybody say THANK YOU HOLTZ bc without her (aggressively) suggestin it and agreeing to help me write this last chapter, it wouldn’t exist. I love u, binch, I ain’t never gonna stop lovin u, binch

Title from Only Girl in the World by Rihanna. Thank you thank you thank you Barbie for being an amazing cheerleader and a beta, you are second to none!!! <3 Hope you enjoy!!!

HOLTZ: HI HOLTZMANNS POPPIN IN WRIT IS A GEM AND I LOVE THEM AND WRITING THIS WITH THEM OK ADIOS ENJOY

Brooke counts down the minutes until her shift ends after Vanessa leaves, every passing song making her more and more restless. The minute the DJ announces last call, Brooke disappears, foregoing the chance to earn a last few hundred bucks to rush off towards the dressing room where she knows her friends are already waiting.

“GUYS!” The doors swing open way harder than Brooke means for them to, and she cringes at the slam that echoes around the narrow, concrete-walled room. “Sorry.”

Yvie waves a hand. “Don’t worry about it. Now what, you look like you’re about to jump out of your costume.”

Brooke’s already started pacing in front of the makeup stations, and she can’t help it because all that her mind is doing is replaying her last interaction with Vanessa. “She came back-”

“Lord, finally.” Asia rolls her eyes, but is unable to keep from smiling a little despite herself. “I was beginning to think I might have to name my first child Vanessa, from how much you were talking about her.”

Brooke blushes. “I wasn’t talking about her that much-”

“‘ Oh, Vanessa said this, oh, Vanessa did that,’” Yvie throws her hand over her heart dramatically and Brooke goes over to shove her side. “So what, did she say anything else to you this time, or are we just gonna keep replaying the same three sentences and calling you ‘Mommy’ for the rest of the night?”

“Oh, sure, I’m the only one who’s been weird and gay over a girl.” Brooke rolls her eyes as she plops down at her station, grabbing her makeup wipes as she adds with a wicked grin, “The name ‘Scarlet’ mean anything to you, my dear Yvette?”

Yvie reddens. “That’s diff–Stop calling me that!”

The girls around them all snicker, and then silence settles on the room, everyone caught back up in their end-of-night routines.

Plastique swivels on her stool to face Brooke. “So, what happened? What did she do? What did she say? Did you give her another good time-”

“No-I mean yes , but-no, it was…nice.” Brooke busies herself with getting her mascara off so that she doesn’t have to look up at her. “I, um.” she pauses, suddenly aware of exactly what she’s about to say.

She asked Vanessa out.

She asked Vanessa, a girl who she’d picked up at a strip club , who she’d known for the length of approximately four songs and two lap dances , out for dinner at her favourite Thai place.

How in the world was she supposed to tell her friends something so incredibly stupid?

Before she can open her mouth to even form the words, though, Detox pipes up from her station at the corner, rocketing up off her chair to slam the counter in front of her.

“Oh my God , you slut! ” Detox practically screams, “You asked her out. You actually asked her out. Oh my God. This is the best day of my life. Legend. ”

Brooke wants to retort with something, explain herself however she can, but it’s a lost effort, everyone else erupting into screams and fits of clapping and bouncing up and down, Plastique even falling out of her chair.

“It’s not a big-”

“Oh, you bet it’s a big deal, bitch.” Kameron scoots her chair closer to Brooke’s station. “So, how did you do it? Did you whisper the words all sultry into her ear as you gave her a lap dance?”

“Shut up,” Brooke groans as the other girls all crack up, “I did not. Did something far more embarrassing, actually.”

Kameron gives her a look. “You didn’t ask her while she came, did you?”

“What? No!” Brooke swats Kameron’s side. “I wouldn’t let her pay and then asked her afterwards when she said she absolutely had to repay me.”

Detox looks at her in the mirror incredulously. “She probably would have gone down on you right then and there if you asked!”

“Yeah, but I didn’t wanna ask that. I wanna, y’know, start small first.” Brooke doesn’t know why the words are heating her cheeks up, why she’s so hung up over a girl that she’s been in the presence of for ten minutes in total, max. But she is.

“You like her!” Yvie lets out an aww as she says it, one that Plastique mimics right afterwards.

Brooke sputters. “I don’t even know her.”

“Yeah, but you want to.” Asia’s look is knowing, too knowing, and it makes Brooke let out a huff.

“So what?” Brooke doesn’t know why she’s so defensive over it, really. The girls on the cast hooked up with patrons all the time, being careful to keep it under the radar.

But Brooke doesn’t want to only hook up with Vanessa, have her be just a casual option on a rotating list of conquests like many of the other girls have. No, Vanessa’s different. Brooke doesn’t know why, but she is.

_____

Brooke does her makeup differently for their date than the way she does it for work.

Less overdrawn lips, for one, though the same colour. Less dark and sultry eyes, but more colourful. More highlight and less contour. Her face is brighter, though as inviting. Just in a different way.

Brooke spends the entire walk to the restaurant ruminating, because that’s what her brain does best. This time, it’s about the way that she had given Vanessa her number so that she could text her about where and when to meet. It keeps replaying, the way she had run back to where Vanessa was sitting in the crowd to drop a slip of paper into her hand after she had already kissed her cheek goodbye, not maintaining any sense of dignity whatsoever, nope.

So much for being smooth. The memory repeats itself over and over in her head like a broken record, making her cringe. Sometimes, it felt like Brooke’s suaveness disappeared as soon as she stopped performing, leaving behind an impulsivity in her actions that was funny to watch at best, and fully embarrassing at worst.

She beats Vanessa to Sabai Sabai, the restaurant’s lit up sign casting a soft glow on the sidewalk in front of her. The booth that she’s lead to is in a corner of the restaurant, tucked up against two brick walls underneath the soft glow of the lamps hanging from the ceiling.

Vanessa gets there not long after, and Brooke’s breath catches in her throat because she’s equally striking outside of the red light that normally coats the club.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Brooke goes to hug Vanessa, doesn’t know if she should kiss her cheek or not, because really, where do you go from getting someone off in a private room in a strip club?

Twice?

Brooke can see the way that Vanessa’s eyes roam over her after they sit down, taking her in. It makes her feel less out of her element, more in control, since it’s something that she’s used to experiencing.

What she’s not used to, though, is having to make small talk with her clients ( past clients) while sitting across from them at a table in a busy restaurant.

“So,” Brooke starts, as Vanessa scans her menu, “Ever tried Thai food before?”

“Not really.” Vanessa shrugs. “I mean, I’ve had Thai Express and shit, but that probably doesn’t count as the real thing, right?”

Brooke giggles, shaking her head.

“Oh, come on, don’t look at me like that!” Vanessa objects indignantly, and it occurs to Brooke suddenly that a few other patrons close by have turned their heads to look at the source of noise.

Vanessa out of the club isn’t just lively–she’s loud , too, in a way that’s absolutely unapologetic, and somehow, Brooke loves it.

“Some of us ain’t got wads of tips to eat out with all the time.” Vanessa grumbles, taking a sip of her water, but if she thinks Brooke is going to let her get away that easily, then she’s sadly mistaken.

“But you have over a hundred dollars to spend getting eaten ou–”

Vanessa freezes, and the rest of the joke dies on Brooke’s lips, the realization of just what she was saying hitting her a little too late.

Great. Here they were, trying to get to know the other person outside the context of the club, and Brooke had dragged them right back into it.

God, she’s so stupid.

“So, um… What’s good here?” Vanessa coughs, studying the menu just a little too intently.

“I like the pad see ew.” Brooke suggests, reaching over to tap the picture of the dish on Vanessa’s menu, “Get it mild if you don’t like spice, though.”

“ Bitch, ” Vanessa rolls her eyes, “My dumb ass can barely handle no spice, you ain’t gotta tell me twice.”

“Alright.” Brooke laughs, and Vanessa laughs too, and it’s nice, their dynamic finally feeling almost easy to push forward.

Almost like it’s a perfectly natural thing, to be talking and laughing with the woman in front of her.

Before they can continue the conversation, though, a waitress appears to take their order, and the vibe breaks, silence settling in once again when she leaves.

And they’d been doing so well. Fuck.

“So, what do you do?” Brooke starts, regretting the question as she’s saying it. Surely, she should be able to think of something else, something a little less dorky, but it’s all she can think of at the moment. Besides, where work was concerned, Brooke had already shown Vanessa hers–Vanessa might as well show her hers, too.

“I’m an event planner!” Vanessa lights up a little, and suddenly, Brooke’s question doesn’t seem so lame, after all. Vanessa talks almost non-stop after that, answering all of Brooke’s questions about weddings and bar mitzvahs and mitigating the risk of having romantic candles placed on the staircase of a wedding shoot when the bridesmaids are likely already drunk until their food finally arrives, thick, steaming piles of noodles making their mouths water.

“Oh my God. ” Vanessa is the first to take a bite, barely reacting to how hot the food is as she shovels a forkful into her mouth. “Oh my God.”

“What?” Brooke giggles, her chest swelling with hope that Vanessa’s reaction is a good sign.

“What did you say this was again? Pack see ookie or something?”

“Pad see ew!” Brooke is unable to keep herself from practically screaming from laughter in reaction, spitting out her own noodles.

“Well it’s not ew, it’s amazing!” Vanessa defends herself, only to giggle along too when Brooke laughs even harder. “Lord, I’mma have to start eating out more often.”

Brooke resists the obvious joke she could make, especially now that the ice is safely broken, and shovels in another mouthful of noodles herself, noting with a special bloom of pride that they taste even better than usual.

The rest of the date passes without incident. In fact, it’s probably one of the better ones Brooke’s been on; now that the initial awkwardness is finally over with, their conversation flows freely, and they find they have more in common than Brooke could ever have dreamed of. And even the stuff that sounds like it’s from another world, that Brooke would normally dismiss or disagree with, is suddenly incredibly interesting to her–Vanessa makes it interesting, makes every Pokemon game and every argument about the benefits of liquid versus powder foundation seem like something Brooke actually wants to learn.

And it’s not just Brooke that feels that way. When she finally gets a word in edgewise, finally tells Vanessa about the time she spent living in South Africa or the best cut of chicken at Swiss Chalet, Vanessa’s face is animated the whole time, and Brooke can tell she’s fully listening, thinking about what she’ll say to follow up and learning about Brooke’s perspective on the world. They order dessert just to get a chance to keep talking, and by the time they get the bill and Brooke chances a look at her phone, it’s almost ten o’clock.

“Oh, I should probably get going.” Vanessa chews her lip as she stares at her phone in turn. “I gotta get home, I got a meeting at a venue in the Distillery District tomorrow, don’t wanna be up too late or the commute’s gonna be Hell.”

This is Brooke’s chance - she can either ask for a second date and leave it at that, or she could spring for something more. For a moment, she almost leans towards the conservative option, afraid that going for sex on the first date might put Vanessa off.

Then she remembers how they met, and suddenly, it doesn’t seem like such an outlandish proposition.

“Well, I actually live pretty close to that area…you, um, you wanna crash and just go straight to your meeting in the morning?”

“What’s your address?” Vanessa’s reply is quick, her phone already open to the Uber app to punch in Brooke’s answer.

–

The sex is different this time - it’s slower, more exploratory, more affectionate. Brooke and Vanessa take time to explore each other’s bodies, stroking and kissing every inch of skin, listening for the gasps and whimpers that signal that they’re doing something right.

It’s interesting. For all of Brooke’s bravado, Vanessa only has to run her short nails along the curve of her ribs, kiss along the line of her neck, before Brooke is putty in her hands. Getting Brooke on the bed, bracketing her hips with her thighs is a rush that Vanessa didn’t know she needed. Being the one to make Brooke squirm, hands reaching up to pinch her own nipples because she’s already so needy, wanting more. It’s a role reversal, one that Vanessa wants to take her time with, fully explore the woman underneath her.

“Please.” The word leaves Brooke’s lips in a gasp when Vanessa grabs just a little bit harder at her hip, kisses her neck with a slight graze of her teeth.

“Nuh-uh.” Vanessa catches Brooke’s hand as it’s about to go to her own panties to give herself some relief. “You gotta be good for me.”

Brooke huffs, tries to free her hand, but Vanessa interlocks their fingers, pressing their hands up on the bed beside Brooke’s head.

“Much better.” Vanessa practically purrs the words in Brooke’s ear before biting lightly at her earlobe, making her gasp.

It’s so different from the club to Vanessa, being the one that gets to be in control. The one who can touch Brooke and control the pace and call the shots, all to make the woman underneath her fall apart. It’s not what Vanessa had expected from the night before it started, but now? She doesn’t want it to ever end.

Brooke is bold, though, more so than Vanessa expects her to be, grinding herself down on Vanessa’s thigh to get some relief. The little gasp of pleasure that leaves her mouth makes Vanessa pull her leg back, sit back on her heels, a slight satisfaction running through her veins when Brooke whines.

“Hey!” Brooke pouts, crossing her arms in a way that’s almost endearing. “Come on, don’t tease me like that.”

“Behave, then I won’t have to.” Vanessa shrugs. There’s silence for a moment, Brooke frowning slightly as she weighs her options, until Vanessa decides she’s had enough.

“All I wanna hear is yes, ma’am, then I can go back to makin’ you feel good.” she leans forward to whisper in Brooke’s ear, preventatively reaching her hands up to Brooke’s wrists to pin them down. “You understand?”

Brooke whimpers, and Vanessa pulls away again, forcing her face into a stern expression despite the excitement she can feel spreading in her body. It’s exhilarating, finally being able to call the shots. To see this entirely different side of Brooke, to get to play with it and explore it, explore her.

It’s almost enough to make her cave, but then again, what would be the fun in that?

“I understand.” Brooke finally gives in, the surrender coming out all in one hot, quick breath.

“Good girl.” Vanessa smirks. Realizing she could probably take it even further, traces her hands from Brooke’s wrists up her arms, towards her collarbones as she teases, “Now ask me nicely, baby, be polite.”

There’s a fifty-fifty chance that Brooke won’t buy it, that Vanessa’s headed for another power-struggle. Brooke is a smart woman, though, so she simply huffs before whining something out under her breath, something that sounds a lot like please.  

Unfortunately, that’s just not quite good enough for Vanessa, not when she’s in this kind of mood.

“What was that?” Vanessa brings her fingers down from Brooke’s collarbone along her chest, tracing just shy of her cleavage but not daring to venture any further. “Come on, nice and loud, baby girl.”

She brings her hands down to pinch Brooke’s nipple just as she cries out her plea a little louder, a little more desperate.

“Please fuck me .”

“Better.” Vanessa lets her touch become tender, loosening her tight grip on Brooke’s tits to gently trace circles around her nipple, smiling against Brooke’s jaw as the blonde shivers underneath her.

“So pretty when you’re all undone like this, you know that?” Vanessa kisses her way down to Brooke’s neck, sucks lightly on the skin there. “Can I bite you here, or you can’t get marked?”

“Yeah, no, don’t bite me.” Brooke pants, beginning to squirm when Vanessa answers by humming her understanding against her skin. “I can’t get marked up in my industry. Ruins the illusion.”  She lets out a harsh laugh, but Vanessa only nods. She doesn’t want to do anything to make trouble for Brooke at her job.

“I’ll be careful, then.”

Vanessa threads her fingers through Brooke’s hair instead and grabs a fistful. She tugs slightly, relishing in the way it makes Brooke gasp.

“Looks like I ain’t even need to bite to get you excited.” Vanessa laughs, kissing the nape of Brooke’s neck lightly and scraping it with her teeth, just enough for Brooke to feel the near-sting of a bite and not enough to mark her.

It earns her another gasp, and she files the move away for later, a flash of satisfaction running through her as she tugs on Brooke’s locks a little more, her other hand running down the blonde’s body and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“So pretty, baby.” Vanessa rasps in Brooke’s ear, and fuck, if the sight of Brooke coming undone underneath her isn’t enough to take Vanessa to the edge, then the noise Brooke makes at the praise certainly is. Vanessa can’t wait any more. So instead, she finally guides her hand home between Brooke’s legs, and starts to work some kind of magic.

“Oh, fuck .” Brooke gasps, so out of breath and desperate that Vanessa can’t help but shiver despite herself as she rubs Brooke through her underwear, feeling the fabric become slicker with every movement as Brooke’s hips twitch back into Vanessa’s hand.

“ More, more, Ness, please. ” Brooke’s voice is barely her own, and it’s cute, somehow, watching her become this much of a mess this early on into things. It’s incredibly tempting; Vanessa almost wants to keep teasing, wants to see just how far she can push Brooke before the woman really, truly loses control, but she stops herself, knowing that Brooke is already close enough to her limit.

Besides, she may be done teasing, but in terms of making Brooke feel good, well. She’s just getting started.

“Let’s take these off, sweetheart.” the pet name falls off Vanessa’s lips easily, despite how strange it feels to be using it for Brooke instead of hearing it directed towards herself. One look at Brooke, though, and Vanessa can tell that the other woman doesn’t mind–in fact, she almost looks more comfortable somehow, reassured, as if the affection the name holds is making things even better. And to a certain extent, it is, even for Vanessa. She’s not just fucking Brooke anymore; she’s making love to her sweetheart.

She wonders, for a brief moment, if Brooke had felt the same way in the club, or if sweetheart was something she called all of her clients. But the thought leaves her mind almost as instantly as it entered it; right now, it doesn’t really matter, because Brooke is squirming and bucking and gripping the sheets, desperately trying to be good and not get ahead of herself as she waits for Vanessa to make good on the promise she just delivered.

“So patient for me.” Vanessa praises, her heart melting a little as she finally hooks her fingers over the waistband of Brooke’s underwear and peels it off of her hips. “Good girl.”

Brooke says nothing, only lets out a shaky exhale, and that’s when Vanessa gets what just might be the best idea she’s had all night.

“Sit on my face.”

Brooke looks up at her, and for a moment, Vanessa thinks she might say no, thinks she might say that she’s afraid of hurting Vanessa. Truth is, Vanessa doesn’t know if she will–she’s never actually tried it before. What she does know, though, is that she wants to try it with Brooke, right now.

“You won’t hurt me, I promise–” she starts, but then Brooke shakes her head.

“I’m not worried about that,” she promises, propping herself up on her elbows and then heaving herself up all the way, “I was just thinking that I was gonna have a hard time staying up on my legs.”

They both laugh, and before the air can settle into any more worry, Vanessa slings her arms over and behind Brooke’s neck, and then she’s laying down, Brooke on top of her trailing kisses as she moves up Vanessa’s body, bit of exposed skin by bit of exposed skin until she’s shimmied her way up above Vanessa’s face. She crouches down, uses her height to plant her hands firmly on the headboard for extra support, and then Vanessa loses her nerve.

“Um, B?” she starts, only to get cut off by a bemused laugh from the blonde above her.

“You’ve never done this before, have you, sweetheart?”

Vanessa reddens and says nothing, suddenly painfully aware of how fast the tables have turned. She doesn’t have much time to feel embarrassed though, because Brooke has already settled into her newfound control and is already taking care of Vanessa, shifting her weight so that she can free a hand to stroke through Vanessa’s hair.

“It’s alright,” she soothes, “Just let mommy teach you, okay? I’ll tell you what to do.”

Vanessa nods, grateful that Brooke didn’t choose to make fun of her for getting insecure. No, Brooke has proven time and time again that she’s not like that, and so Vanessa feels safe as she follows Brooke’s directions to grab her by her hips and lower her down, pull her chin up and breathe through her nose while she reaches her tongue up to just eat Brooke out like she normally would, just like that, keep going, keep going, faster, faster–

Brooke’s legs start to tremble, and Vanessa realizes that for the past few moments, she hasn’t said anything at all–at least, not any coherent words. The only sounds leaving Brooke’s lips are soft gasps that spur Vanessa on more, making her grip Brooke’s upper thighs tighter to pull her closer.

“Just like that, you’re doing so good, baby-”

Brooke’s praises are cut off in a moan that Vanessa’s sure the neighbours can hear, but it doesn’t matter. The way Brooke is moving her hips against her face makes Vanessa never want to stop, not when she can get Brooke so undone without even making her come yet.

But she’s close. Vanessa can tell by the way one of Brooke’s hands has left the headboard to nestle in Vanessa’s hair, pushing her head closer, begging for it without using words. Brooke doesn’t seem like she can, from the incoherent sounds leaving her mouth.

The fact that Vanessa’s the one to make Brooke like this? Getting her so worked up, after being the one at Brooke’s mercy twice before? It’s intoxicating, a feeling of power that Vanessa’s never really felt before.

But she loves it.

Vanessa can feel her fingers making indents in Brooke’s upper thighs as she squeezes them, matching Brooke’s movements. She looks up from her position, sees the way Brooke’s head is tilted back, the way her lips are slightly parted in a gasp.  She sucks on Brooke’s clit, lets out a little moan against her as she does.

“I- fuck , Ness, I-”

Brooke’s words are cut off in a soundless scream and Vanessa doesn’t stop, meeting the jerky movements of her hips until Brooke is pushing off of her, rolling onto the bed beside her.

Her chest is rising and falling erratically and she looks fucked out and Vanessa’s never seen a more beautiful sight in her life.

“Take your time, catch your breath.” Vanessa can’t help the smirk on her face as Brooke turns to lay on her side and face her, rolling her eyes with a smile on her face.

“That was amazing, baby. You did so well for me, did you know that?” Brooke purrs the words as she trails shaky fingers up Vanessa’s arm and shoulder and along her collarbone, and Vanessa feels her cheeks heating up at the praise.

“Such a good girl.” Brooke seems to have caught her breath, sitting back up before climbing back on top of Vanessa. Except the power’s shifted, and Vanessa gulps, squeezing her thighs together.

Because the sight of Brooke straddling her, hair tickling her face before she tosses it out of the way, over her shoulder?

Vanessa’s weak for it.

“No, baby girl, you’re not hiding from me.” Brooke tsks as she spreads Vanessa’s legs apart, shaking her head. Vanessa, for her part, finds herself unable to say anything at all; she’s only able to let out a little squeak as Brooke slots herself between her legs and begins to grind against nothing but the air between them. With every thrust, every swing of her hips, Brooke lowers herself a little closer to Vanessa, almost looking like she might close the distance. But then Brooke giggles, pulls back up, or worse, stops moving at all, and Vanessa’s left ineffectively humping the air, whining with desperation.

It’s absolutely maddening, and Vanessa could do it forever.

Finally, Brooke closes the distance between them, rubbing and grinding herself up against Vanessa, grinning as Vanessa’s slickness meets her own.

“Get up, I wanna try something.” Brooke already has her hands supporting Vanessa’s back, guiding her up as she says it.

“You ever tribbed before?” Brooke continues, giggling affectionately when Vanessa shakes her head, blushing. “Night of firsts for you, huh?” she winks, and Vanessa can’t help but giggle a little too, though she’s not sure whether it’s more out of nerves or excitement.

“Okay, put your legs like this, good girl… Now scootch towards me, and I’ll go here…” Brooke guides them together until they’re fit like puzzle pieces, one of Brooke’s legs over Vanessa’s shoulders and one of Vanessa’s boxing Brooke in close to her in turn.

“Now c’mere.” It’s the last thing Brooke says before she pulls Vanessa forward to close any distance left between them, and then they’re kissing, they’re kissing and grinding and feeling each other, the wet sounds of sex filling the room.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Vanessa barely recognizes the voice coming out of her mouth as her own, can barely see through the clouds covering her vision as she moves faster up against Brooke, the other woman responding only with huffs and whimpers as she meets each of Vanessa’s thrusts with equal force.

“You gonna come for me, angel? You gonna come for mommy?” Brooke finally grunts out, and yes, Vanessa’s going to come, she’s going to come, she needs to come so badly she can hardly hold it in–

“Ask me for it, baby. Show me how bad you want it.”

As if to cement her point, Brooke changes her pace, going both slower and yet somehow harder than before, and Vanessa is gone, unable to let her pride hold her back any longer.

“Please mommy, please, please let me come, please may I come, oh my God, I need to come, I need to come, I need to–”

“Come, baby, come for mommy.”

They come together, their moans overlapping and intertwining until Vanessa can’t tell who’s feeling what, whose sounds she’s even hearing, and then, gradually, everything is calm. They continue to rut against each other until they’ve both come down from their orgasms, only to separate and finally collapse back onto the bed, completely spent.

“You got two, no fair.” Vanessa pouts as she wiggles closer, nestling into Brooke’s arms. Brooke cocks an eyebrow and reaches down to begin lazily teasing at Vanessa’s clit, but the shorter girl only yelps, twisting away.

“So sensitive.” Brooke teases, “You sure you want another, babe?”

Vanessa sticks out her tongue, but snuggles close again despite herself. “All I’m saying is, you owe me one.”

“I know.” Brooke giggles, kissing Vanessa’s forehead and squeezing her tightly. “But let’s save that for our second date.”

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #lesbian au #smut #fluff #living in sin #writworm42 #holtzmanns #tw mommy kink

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Sit Still, Look Pretty

Sit Still, Look Pretty (Part 1)

This is a part of a TRR A/U called Cordonians Gone Wild created with @speedyoperarascalparty, @leelee10898, @cocomaxley, @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself. Thanks for the laughs ladies!

Summary: Liam tries helping Anitah, but instead digs himself a gigantic 🕳

A/N: This is a flashback fic taking place shortly after they were married.

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Anitah stood in her closet changing for an upcoming council meeting where she would be presenting her first solo proposal since becoming Queen. She had presented projects alongside Liam, but this one she took by the reigns and did completely on her own and she was excited about it.

Her plan was to make an expansion on the library down in the capitol to add more to the children’s section and make it more interactive. She had done the research, set the budget, and made all the plans herself and today would be the moment of truth. Liam had gone over her proposal the night before, commenting on how impressed he was by it, telling her what a great idea he thought it was and how well she had done with it.

She stepped from her closet after getting dressed running into Liam as he wrapped his arms around her. “Hello, my love,” he smiled as he leaned down to kiss her. “Are you ready?” He grinned.

“I am,” she smiled. “I’m feeling good about it.”

“As you should. I think it’s going to go really well. I’m going to come...for moral support.”

“Liam, you don’t have to do that. I appreciate it, but...I don’t want them to approve my proposal just because you’re sitting in the room.”

“Nonsense. I’ll just be there for support.”

She smiled and nodded her head. “After the meeting, I’m heading down to the beer garden to meet the girls.”

“Ok. Just take Brad.” Liam looked at his watch. “Alright, my Queen,” he leaned in kissing her again. “Time to shine.”

Once inside for the council meeting, Anitah presented her proposal and then began taking questions afterwards from the other members.

“Is the library expansion really the best use of crown resources?” Neville asked.

Anitah smiled. “There are many areas that would benefit from the resources the crown has to offer, that is true. However, I firmly believe that investing-“

“Lord Neville, I believe that is why we are all here today. To discuss the reasons why the crown is choosing to use resources in this manner.” Liam scoffed as he interrupted Anitah. “Next question please.” Anitah glanced over at him and then back to the others.

“What will be cut if this project gets funded?”

“That is an excellent question, Lord Neville, and one I am certain everyone has on their minds. They way I have arranged to fund this project-“

“There will be no cuts to other active projects Lord Neville, that I can assure you,” Liam jumped in confidently, interrupting Anitah yet again. She shot Liam a look and he smiled at her before she turned her head back to the others taking a breath.

“You have it noted here that you expect that expanding the library will boost testing scores in the local schools. How is that possible?” Adelaide asked.

Anitah pulled her notes out. “There is a great deal of research that shows a direct correlation between reading ability and testing scores. The data goes furth-“

“Anitah, love, I don’t think that it’s necessary to bore the council with unimportant details. The important thing to know here, Adelaide, is that the crown...”

“Liam, I believe that this is my project,” Anitah interjected.

Liam cleared his throat giving the council members a knowing smile. “Of course, my Queen. Let's proceed with the next question then.”

“Why is it necessary for children to have an interactive experience at a library? Can they not just read the books?” Neville sneered.

Anitah went to hand the statistics notes she had to Neville. “Once again, I think it's necessary to look to the vast amount of research that has been done on-“

Liam, yet again, jumped in talking over Anitah, “I believe we are all well versed in recent studies on learning styles, Lord Neville. Researchers have found that children-“

“Liam,” Anitah spoke softly trying to hide her irritation, “I am perfectly capable of answering Lord Neville’s question.”

“Anitah, not now, let the people who know what they’re doing handle this.” She slightly widened her eyes staring at him. “As I was saying, researchers have found that children, especially young children, learn best when having an all encompassing experience that involves several different learning styles, kinesthetic, visual, auditory- to reinforce the information being taught and also to reach children in the way they learn best.”

Once the meeting had ended Anitah grabbed her notes and walked out of the conference room headed to their quarters, seething. Liam noticed her walking out and followed behind her. They walked inside and she plopped her papers down on the table.

“Well, I believe that went quite well.” Liam remarked loosening his tie. “I am confident your proposal will go through,” he smiled.

Anitah turned on her heel to face him, hands on hips. “You...you’re joking right?” She shook her head and walked to the bedroom to change.

“What do you mean, love?” He furrowed his brow in confusion as he followed her.

She slipped off her dress, pulled on some jeans and threw on a shirt, glaring at him, exasperated. “Liam...you completely humiliated me in there!”

Liam shook his head, “I did no such thing.” He moved over toward her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I merely provided some needed assistance. I know your new to these council meetings, love. And...you’re welcome.” He smiled as he leaned in to kiss his Queen.

Anitah placed her hand on his chest before he could come any further and moved his arms off of her as she stepped back from him. “You wouldn’t even let me answer a question! You interrupted me every single time! And then you have the audacity to tell me to let the people who know what they’re doing handle this?”

Liam rolled his eyes. “I think you're overreacting, Anitah. I was only helping to get your proposal pushed through. That is what you wanted, isn't it?”

“Yes, I wanted it to go through, Liam, but not at the cost of you making it look as though I’m completely incapable of handling anything on my own! Do you not trust that I would have been able to do it myself?”

“Anitah, my love, we all have our role to play. I happen to be quite experienced and skilled at negotiating with my council. And you are an excellent picture of my gorgeous Queen. That's why we're such a great team.”

Anitah stared him, her arms folded across her chest. “So, let me get this straight...” she clicked her tongue before she paused for a moment looking at him. “You’re saying that you and I,” she motioned between the two of them, “are a good team because you can make deals and I just sit there and look pretty?”

Liam smirked, “Well, we each play to our strengths. And you are very good at looking pretty,” he smiled fondly at her.

Her eyes widened for a moment before she closed them, pinching the bridge of her nose. She looked back up at him. “Are...are you fucking kidding me right now, Liam? So my job, as your Queen, as your wife, is to sit on your arm and look pretty...to sit there and make you look good?”

“Well...Anitah, I don't expect you to be able to hold your own with all of the nobles. That's why I'm here.”

She nodded her head as she let out a breath looking down to the ground for a moment. “Wow...well,” she began as she looked back up at him, “I am so glad that my husband, my King, thinks so little of me.” She walked past him and stopped in the doorway. “I’m not a princess, Liam, I don’t need saving. I’m goddamn Queen, with or without you, and I can take care of myself.” She walked out of the room and out of the quarters.

Anitah had Brad take her down to the beer garden to meet the girls, feeling more than irritated and ready for a drink. She walked in and spotted them at a table waving her over.

“Hey! How did your meeting go for the library?” Stephanie asked.

“Don’t ask,” she tossed back a shot and grabbed another from the tray they had sitting there.

“Ok...what’s wrong?” Alicia eyed her.

“Liam is what’s wrong,” she tossed back the second shot.

“What did he do?” Pam asked.

Anitah explained to them about the meeting and how Liam kept interrupting her at every turn and wouldn’t let her speak to answer a question. She then explained to them the conversation that took place afterwards in their quarters before she left to come meet them and what Liam had said to her. They all sat there wide eyed by the time she had finished.

Genevieve slapped her forehead. “Why? Why are boys so stupid? I bet once he said the first dumb thing, he just couldn't stop all the other stupid shit from flying out of his mouth.”

“And here I thought Cordonia was a progressive nation,” Stephanie rolled her eyes. “Him tellin’ you that your job is to make him look good makes me madder than a wet hen.”

“What a dick! Telling you to sit there and look pretty...fuck that!” Alicia shook her head.

“That cocky, arrogant asshole. Who the fuck does he think he is? Did he think he just married a god damned Barbie doll to drag around. I can't believe the fucking nerve of him,” Pam stated.

“I’m just...he always told me how I ‘could do anything’, and how I’m strong, and now I feel like everything he told me was one giant crock of shit!” She tossed back shot number three. “Everything he answered in that meeting were the same damn answers I had! I don’t know why he felt the need to interrupt me and not just let me handle it. He wasn’t even supposed to be there, but he wanted to come for ‘moral support’. Now I know it’s just because he thought I was going to blow it.” She grabbed shot number four and threw it back.

“Seriously, Anitah, he married you and made you his queen because you are smart, strong and quite capable of running this country alongside him. He seems to think he was ‘helping’ you. I just don't think he realizes that you don't need it. So...we will have to show him.” Genevieve giggled as she stood up and curtsied to Anitah. “Well, my Queen, you're more than just a pretty face to me. You have a pretty hot ass too!”

A few hours and one too many shots later the girls were getting ready to head out. Genevieve was waiting for Rashad who was picking all of them up, except for Anitah and Alicia who were supposed to be going back to the palace with Brad. Anitah, however, had other plans on where she was going and that was anywhere but back to the palace. The girls began to laugh as Brad begged the Queen to come out to the SUV, not wanting Liam to go off on him for something happening to her. The ladies sat and laughed as they watched the standoff between the two of them.

Rashad had walked in seeing the ladies standing there staring at Anitah and Brad and walked up behind Genevieve. “Uh, Gen? What’s going on?”

Genevieve turned to see Rashad and smiled as she turned back watching. “Well...Liam is a stupid ass. He basically told her that her only job is to be the trophy wife...so here we are...with a drunk Anitah and a sober Brad who seems to think she's going to listen to him.”

“Ah, yes, I noticed the icy glares she gave him during the council meeting. I knew he was in trouble...Liam had no idea.”

“I am not going back there Brad!” Anitah said from one side of the table as Brad tried to creep around, but she dodged out of the way. “I can take care of myself! You, good sir, can go now! I will be...perfectly fine!” She said as she went stumbling into the table with a giggle. Doug stood behind the bar drying a glass with a towel as he shook his head.

“Ma’am, please,” Brad pleaded. “His majesty will literally kill me if I don’t bring you home, and bring you home in one piece.”

“Oh, didn’t you get the memo? He only cares if I’m pretty! I am not going with you back there to His Royal Pompousness.” Brad reached for her but she dodged out of the way again as the other ladies began laughing at their game of tag as they circled the table.

“Rashad! Do something! She's going to hurt herself,” Genevieve said through a laugh.

Rashad walked up to Brad and stopped him. “Brad, why don't you let me handle this. You're not going to catch her...”

“But...I need to get her back to the palace! King Liam is waiting for her to return.”

“That's not going to happen tonight. I will call Liam and handle him. If you have to come with us fine. But you need to stop chasing her. She's like a damn cat.”

Pam chuckled, “Meowwww!”

Anitah snapped her head over with a wide grin. “Drake is here!” She looked around for him as the girls all began laughing. Brad gave Rashad a nod and motioned his hand for Rashad to make an attempt to corral the Queen as he stepped away.

Rashad turned and flashed Anitah a brilliant smile. “Hey, Anitah,” he softly spoke, “look, Brad is gone. Why don't we sit so Doug doesn't have a heart attack?” He motioned over to the bartender and she looked over to see him glaring. She shot him a smile and a little wave that caused him to blush and sheepishly grin in return.

Anitah turned back to Rashad and eyed him suspiciously from the other side of the table. “I’m gonna be honest, cinnamon roll,” she snorted before tossing back another shot, “I don’t know if I should trust you considering how close you are with my endearing King. I’m not going back to the palace.”

Just then Rashad’s phone rang and he looked at the screen letting out a breath as he rolled his eyes. “Hey, Liam, it's, uh, it’s not a good time...”

“See! You secret spy!” Anitah shouted as the other girls burst into a fit of giggles.

“Rashad? What’s going on? Was that Anitah?” Liam asked on the other end of the phone. He had called knowing Rashad was picking Genevieve up and wanted to see if Anitah was still there. He gathered she was upset with him, but wanted to talk to her once she got back from the beer garden.

“Anitah! I am not a spy!” He put the phone back up to his ear. “Liam, listen to me. Yes it was her, she's fine, but I need to get her out of here. So I'll call you later...but I'm going to take her to Domvallier tonight.”

“Why, what’s going on? Just bring her back to the palace. And where is Brad? Is he not there with her? I’ll kill him if he left her there!”

“Dammit, Liam! They were literally playing tag when I got here. Brad sucks at this game by the way. I will call you later, man.”

“What do you mean playing tag?!”

“For fuck's sake! Gen, take this please!” He threw his phone to Genevieve as he and Anitah began circling the table.

“Liam! Do you ever listen or do you just talk over people all the time? Shut up for one second and listen! Rashad is trying to deescalate this game of tag your Queen is playing. Doug is seriously about to lose his shit. So here's what's gonna happen...your wife is coming home with me tonight. You are not invited to our sleepover. She will call you in the morning when she's crabby and hungover. Ok?”

“Ok,” Liam heavily sighed. “But...is she alright?”

“Your wife is currently running around the bar dodging my boyfriend like a fucking running back, Liam. Ope! He finally caught her. Threw her right over his shoulder,” Genevieve laughed. “Thank the lord!”

“Caught her? Jesus Christ,” Liam let out a heavy sigh.

“This is your fault!” Genevieve hung up the phone.

“Put...me...down, Rashad!” Anitah spoke through giggles. “Right now! Treason! Treason!” Anitah began tickling Rashad’s sides to try and get him to drop her.

Rashad started laughing. “Knock it off, Anitah! I don't want to drop you. That'll be treason. Stop...stop!” The other ladies followed behind them laughing as Anitah continued to tickle him on the way to the SUV.

Anitah woke the next morning with a pounding headache squinting the painful sunlight away. She slowly sat up in the bed and looked around furrowing her brows, still blinking the blurry room into view. She looked around finally realizing she was in Domvallier. She got out of bed and walked down stairs to see Genevieve and Rashad in the kitchen.

“How you feeling, sunshine?” Genevieve giggled as she handed Anitah a cup of coffee and she gave her a sheepish grin.

Rashad pointed to the counter. “There's aspirin and water right there for you,” he smiled. “Your legs probably feel like they ran a marathon,” he chuckled. Just then there was a knock on the door and Rashad stepped out to see who it was. A few moments later he walked back into the kitchen with Liam trailing behind him, Genevieve glaring at him. Anitah turned and saw him, rolling her eyes before she turned back around.

“Good morning.” Liam knew Anitah was upset because he interrupted her during the council meeting, but that was all he thought she was upset about. “Love...can we talk?”

Anitah turned to face him. “Are you sure I look pretty enough for you right now, your majesty? Or should I go freshen up first?” She stared at him for a moment as he looked at her confused. She shook her head and walked past him out of the kitchen, Genevieve following out behind her still staring daggers at Liam.

Liam turned to Rashad raising his hands up in question. Rashad took a breath as he looked at him. “Have a seat...I don't think you’re understanding why she's mad at you.”

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If you make a boy laugh, He likes you. But if you make a boy cry, He loves you.

Bahut gurur tha sbko apni daulat pe.. zara sa zameen kya hili sb aukat me aa gye..

I told my parents I had my eye on a bike for my birthday. They told me to keep my eye on it because my arse won’t be on it.

Finding friends that have the same mental disorder as you.

It can take me anywhere between 0.02 seconds and 3 days to reply to a text.

Sometimes it is painful to see that the people most appreciate is false.

Girls with open messy hair, chubby cheeks, a dimple, and spectacles.. Aww, you look so cute.!

Opportunity tends to knock once, then it’s gone…temptation, however, likes to stand there and lean on the damn doorbell!

Make your nature simple, the time will not be wasted.

Hope is the power that gives a person the confidence to step out and try…..

Alone doesn’t mean lonely, lonely doesn’t have to be alone.

Beauty is power, a smile is its sword..

We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are.

Things r beautiful if u love them.

If I could be anything, l would be ur tear, so l could be born in ur eye, live down ur cheek and die on ur lips…

You say it best when you say nothing at all!!

Sometimes, i want to meet myself from someone else’s point of view!

Shit happens. Everyday. To everyone. The difference is in how people deal with it.

Maturity is not when we start speaking big things. It is when we start understanding small things.

Sometimes I’ts better To be Alone.. Nobody Can Hurt You!

God is really creative, I mean.. just look at me! 🙂

Last seen 1980! 😀

Thinking holds what you feel, feeling drives what we think.

A friendship that can end never really began !

I dont have a lot of friends, I just know a lot of people.

A friend is someone who knows all abt u and accept u as u are.

Right or Wrong doesn’t ‎exist! When u have a ‎CONFIDENCE.

Life is Just a Journey.

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Be bold to own your mistakes in Life, accept your faults and improve your personality.

I speak for what i see, I stand for what I Beileve. I strive for what i want.

When u love someone, even though they hurt u nd break your heart, you still love them with all the little pieces!!

World is small and life is short.. Spread smiles and share peace.

People who tolerate me on the daily basis! are real heroes in my eye.

Life goes on with or without you!

I hate fake people. You know what I’m talking about. Mannequins. 😀

I am the circle, and the circle is me.

24 Hours Online!

Classic book is a book which people praise, but do not read.

Cheer up, tomorrow will be a better day, just believe!

It might take awhile, but eventually you’re going to find the good in goodbye.

When the past calls, let it go to voicemail.. it’s got nothing new to say.

Play the moments. Pause the memories. Stop the pain. Rewind the happiness.

Romantic are people that had never seen the other side of the things.

The Ones Who Are Crazy Enough To Think That They Can Change The World Are The Ones Who Do.

Love is not possible without sacrifice, and sacrifice is not possible without love.

Love is when u have seen the best and the worst of sam1,yet u still love them for what they have..

True love doesan’t have a happy ending. It has NO ending.

Call me crazy, but I’m madly in love with you and this won’t go away for a while, so get use to it..

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Sometimes you have to act like you don’t care, even when you do.

You have no idea how much l like you. How much you make me smile, how much l love talking to you, or how much l wish you were here.

Every problem comes with solution, but my GF don’t have.

Life is too short. Don’t waste it reading my status.

Give thanks for a little and you will find a lot.

What is known in the heart doesn’t always need to be uttered by Mouth.

Don’t feel special. Some people keep your number in phone list just not to answer your call.

After all we all are stories in the end.

Sometimes the person you trust most is the one who trust you the least.

Go for someone who is not only proud to have you but will also take every risk just to be with you.

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Some People Change Your Life, Then Leave Without Explanation !!

The most eloquent silence, that of two mouths meeting in a kiss.

Play the moments. Pause the memories. Stop the pain. Rewind the happiness.

I Miss you dearly my heart aches, My head is lost, I really miss you.

The Ones Who Are Crazy Enough To Think That They Can Change The World Are The Ones Who Do.

Romantice are people that had never seen the other side of the things.

I think I might be falling for you. I love who you are and every little thing you do.

Life doesn’t get easier u get stronger.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Stop saying I wish start saying I will.

Love yourself love your day love your life.

Don’t let a bad day make u feel u have a bad life.

I’ve got nothing to bo today but smile.

Life is to short to remove USB slowly.

Nobody can teach me who I am.

It doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful.

Sometimes it’s not about missing someone. its wondering if they’re missing you

You know how you don’t want to miss them, but you want them to miss you

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart.

If we evolved from monkeys, why are there still monkeys?

Dont talk if you dont have any good thing to say

A female can be your best friend and worst enemy. It all depends on how you treat her.

Remember, You are unique, but then again so is everyone else in this world.

Sometimes the right one for you is the one who was there the whole time.

If they can’t swallow facts, let them eat fiction.

I think of you in colours that don’t exist.

Guys who run girl’s account on Facebook are the ones who secretly buy barbie and comb its hair.

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and its better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.

Mujhe teri mohabbat ko sahara mil gaya hota.. agar tufan nahi aata kinara mil gaya hota…

Pluviophile: a lover of rain, someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.

Aarju honi chahiye dill me kise ko yad karne ki.. Lamhe toh apne ap he miljate he dost

Baharo phool barshao mera mehboob aya hain..

Saw a Chinese kid and a black kid wave to each other today. It gave me hope…for another Rush Hour movie…

They say what goes around comes around, passed a packet of chips and never came back.

Duniya main sirf 2 Chize Mashoor Hai, tere bhai ka Style, aur teri bhabhi ki smile.

Thanks to the words ‘dude’ ‘bro’ and ‘man’ I haven’t said my best friends name in 10 years.

Tu hi ye mujhko bata de.. chahu main ya na..

Ye zami ruk jaye, Ye aasma tam jaye, Jab tere chara samn aaye.

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I'm a nuisance so here's a shit ton of questions =/ Cal - 10, 11, 13, 18, 22 / Camilla - 8, 14, 16, 23, 27 /Ant - 7, 9, 20, 24, 29 / Hannah - 2, 4, 15, 26, 39 / Daniel - 5, 13, 15, 22. And also, answer B, D and E for all the characters =] that's all

 god, cindy, you make me & my ocs feel so loved.

so, this is very fucking long, and under a read more because i highly doubt anyone cares except u. but also this was actually very fun so thank u.

( cal ).

what lie do they most frequently remember telling? does it haunt them?

tbh cal’s most frequently spoken lie was probably literally everything he ever said in front of neil. and it absolutely does not haunt him. in fact, he probably smiled as pleasantly as one can when they secretly wish for your death.

how do they cope with confusion?

he definitely seeks clarification, asks you to specify or explain, etc. cal has like no social anxiety lmao. he has no problem speaking his mind.

what color do they think they look best in? do they? 

cal thinks he looks best in soft blues, and yes he absolutely does. however, cal looks great in everything so its not particularly hard to pull off.

what embarrasses them?

little. even when cal is shut down by romantic prospects he takes in pleasant stride. maybe if he like, pissed himself in public he’d be embarrassed, but that’s about it dfgd

how does jealousy manifest itself in them?

cal doesn’t really get jealous. in fact, he’s had girlfriends in the past that took issue with the fact that he doesn’t get jealous. however, cal figures that if you’re with him, its for a reason, so he has no reason to feel jealousy over your interactions with other people.

( camillia ).

what were they told to stop/start doing as a child?

camilla was a destructive ass child so, everything? she had a habit of ripping the heads off her little sisters’ barbies, so there’s that.

what animal do they fear most?

snakes. look, cami is a brave ass bitch. she has, on multiple occasions, offered– 100% sincerely– to go toe-to-toe with billy’s father. but when she sees a snake she’s done. she’ll climb a fucking tree to get away if she has to.

what makes their stomach turn?

neil hargrove & white people food.

how does envy manifest itself in them?

if she’s envious of something she can attain herself ( ie: an accomplishment, life style choice, etc ) it simply gives her motivation to do something about it. nothing motivates camilla more than wanting to be better than someone else lmao. except maybe resentment. 

what causes them to feel dread?

literally any and every time billy, ant, or hannah have to go home ( all three of which were raised within less-than-ideal home lives )

( ant ).

what triggers nostalgia for them? do they enjoy it?

sure. most people enjoy nostalgia, don’t they? i’d say the smell of fish and the sea mixed together since he would go fishing with his father a lot as a kid before he died. so, i guess its sort of a melancholy feeling.

do they swear? do they remember their first swear word?

he probably swears the least out of the group, but yeah, ant swears. his first swear was probably one of the more tame ones, though, like shit.

if they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

jesus christ, ok, uh. he’d say the difference between romantic and platonic is simply that he also wants to fuck his romantic partner lol. like, for instance, he has platonic love for cal, and romantic love for hannah. he could see himself spending the rest of his life with either of them, but he only wants to kiss and hold and romance hannah, not cal.as for familial he’d say it’s platonically loving someone to a point that you feel as if you’ve loved them that way your whole life. he feels this way to most of the group tbh, daniel especially who is his best friend and brother.

is sex something they feel comfortable talking about? to whom?

everyone in this group feels comfortable talking about sex, and all to each other. there ain’t one shy bitch in the bunch when it comes to that.

do they usually live up to their own ideals?

well, he tries. ant is 6′2″ and big. he speaks peace and being passive, however. the day before neil yanked billy from everything he loves and took him across the country, ant lost his cool and slugged the piece of shit across his face.

of course, neil had just put his best friend in the hospital and beat his own son, so, can you blame him?

( hannah ).

how easy is for your character to laugh?

super easy. hannah is very bubbly. she’d probably laugh at one of dustin’s jokes while billy shoots her a disappointed look from across the booth. 

how easy is it to earn their trust?

actually, not easy. hannah is friendly, but she’s not stupid. she’s basically that quots from captain america: winter soldier where nick fury is talking about how his father carried a gun on his walk to work every day, and when he explains why he goes, “my dad liked people, he just didn’t trust them very much” that’s hannah. 

how do they speak? is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

does she have a filter is basically the question i’m guessing. yeah, she does. most of them do except camilla and billy. and cal on occasion.

what is their preferred mode of transportation?

cal’s van lol. hannah hates driving, she doesn’t even have her license. if cal isn’t around to drive her, she just rides her bike.

how easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

depends on the flaw. billy has… issues, we all know this. sometimes he says shit he doesn’t believe, more or less just repeating his father, and she understands, but i don’t think ignoring is the right word. hannah is the mom friend. when billy, or someone else, says something offensive she goes, “hey, watch it,” and then explains like why they shouldn’t say that kind of thing.

believe it or not, calling billy out on his shit is the best way to deal with him. people just usually don’t. 

( daniel ).

how easy is it to earn their mistrust?

daniel is a sweet, good boy, and if you fuck him over he’s probably likely to forgive you. however, if you hurt one of his friends there’s no way in hell he’ll ever trust you again, even if said friend forgives you first.

what color do they think they look best in? do they actually look best in that color?

reds, blacks, and tans. daniel actually looks best in yellow, but he’d rather die than wear yellow, so.

how do they speak? is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

daniel has a great filter and knows how to be polite. he, however, lets it down around billy and would often speak his mind freely since billy was the last person on the planet to ever judge him for whatever he were to say.

how does jealousy manifest itself in them?

probably like. self-esteem issues. he gets edgy, maybe considers that there’s something wrong with him. he’d never show it though, never get pouty with his boyfriend or get snippy. he’d just internalize that shit. 

and now for the bit just for me i guess??

what inspired you to create them?

well, i always figured billy had a friend group in cali he hated leaving behind, and i made daniel first because he was the boy billy had been caught fooling around with by his dad. the others came when i decided to write a jealous!steve fic.

idk, for me it’s important that billy had someone(s) in california, that he wasn’t alone or just playing a role like he is in hawkins. i think it explains his anger towards being ripped away even better.

have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

hm. i think they all started the way they are. i think, maybe briefly, i gave cami the buzz cut, but thought it’d just be too stereotypical for her personality. plus, i loved the idea of sweet, tiny hannah with season one eleven type hair.

are they someone you would get along with? would they get along with you?

hmm. i’d probably get along with all of them, but i’d probably still butt heads with camilla, just like i know i’d butt heads with billy if he was real. actually, if billy was real, we’d probably physically fight each other, but you call me billy anyway so no one is surprised.

also if hannah tried to mom me and chastise me too much i might hit her lmao.

#hcs #oc stuff #oc: cal #oc: camilla #oc: ant #oc: hannah #oc: daniel #i gave billy too many friends jfc #benalras

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If you make a boy laugh, He likes you. But if you make a boy cry, He loves you.

Bahut gurur tha sbko apni daulat pe.. zara sa zameen kya hili sb aukat me aa gye..

I told my parents I had my eye on a bike for my birthday. They told me to keep my eye on it because my arse won’t be on it.

Behind every successful man is a surprised woman..!!

Train your mind to see good in everything…

In my house I’m the boss, my wife is just the decision maker…!

Hey there Whatsapp is using me…

Don’t compare yourself with anyone in this world… if u do so, u are insulting yourself…

Create your own visual style… let it be unique for yourself and yet identifiable for others.

Beauty Fades After A Time, But Personality Is Forever!

No matter how strong of a person you are, there’s always someone who can make you weak.

If a hug tells you how much I love u, I would hold you in my arms forever.

Finding friends that have the same mental disorder as you.

It can take me anywhere between 0.02 seconds and 3 days to reply to a text.

Sometimes it is painful to see that the people most appreciate is a false.

Girls with open messy hair, chubby cheeks, a dimple and spectacles.. Aww you look so cute.!

Opportunity tends to knock once, then it’s gone…temptation, however, likes to stand there and lean on the damn doorbell !

Make your nature simple, the time will not be wasted.

Hope is the power that gives a person the confidence to step out and try…..

Alone doesn’t mean lonely, lonely doesn’t have to be alone.

Beauty is power, a smile is its sword..

We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are.

Things r beautiful if u love them.

If I could be anything, l would be ur tear, so l could be born in ur eye, live down ur cheek and die on ur lips…

You say it best when you say nothing at all!!

Sometimes, i want to meet myself from someone else’s point of view!

Shit happens. Everyday. To everyone. The difference is in how people deal with it.

Maturity is not when we start speaking big things. It is when we start understanding small things.

Sometimes I’ts better To be Alone.. Nobody Can Hurt You!

God is really creative, I mean.. just look at me!

Last seen 1980!

Thinking holds what you feel, feeling drives what we think.

A friendship that can end never really began !

I dont have a lot of friends, I just know a lot of people.

A friend is someone who knows all abt u and accept u as u are.

Right or Wrong doesn’t ‎exist! When u have a ‎CONFIDENCE.

Life is Just a Journey.

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Be bold to own your mistakes in Life, accept your faults and improve your personality.

I speak for what i see, I stand for what I Beileve. I strive for what i want.

When u love someone, even though they hurt u nd break your heart, you still love them with all the little pieces!!

World is small and life is short.. Spread smiles and share peace.

People who tolerate me on the daily basis! are real heroes in my eye.

Life goes on with or without you!

I hate fake people. You know what I’m talking about. Mannequins.

I am the circle, and the circle is me.

24 Hours Online!

Classic book is a book which people praise, but do not read.

Cheer up, tomorrow will be a better day, just believe!

It might take awhile, but eventually you’re going to find the good in goodbye.

When the past calls, let it go to voicemail.. it’s got nothing new to say.

Play the moments. Pause the memories. Stop the pain. Rewind the happiness.

Romantic are people that had never seen the other side of the things.

The Ones Who Are Crazy Enough To Think That They Can Change The World Are The Ones Who Do.

Love is not possible without sacrifice, and sacrifice is not possible without love.

Love is when u have seen the best and the worst of sam1,yet u still love them for what they have..

True love doesan’t have a happy ending. It has NO ending.

Call me crazy, but I’m madly in love with you and this won’t go away for a while, so get use to it..

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Sometimes you have to act like you don’t care, even when you do.

You have no idea how much l like you. How much you make me smile, how much l love talking to you, or how much l wish you were here.

Every problem comes with solution, but my GF don’t have.

Life is too short. Don’t waste it reading my status.

Give thanks for a little and you will find a lot.

What is known in the heart doesn’t always need to be uttered by Mouth.

Don’t feel special. Some people keep your number in phone list just not to answer your call.

After all we all are stories in the end.

Sometimes the person you trust most is the one who trust you the least.

Go for someone who is not only proud to have you but will also take every risk just to be with you.

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Some People Change Your Life, Then Leave Without Explanation !!

The most eloquent silence, that of two mouths meeting in a kiss.

Play the moments. Pause the memories. Stop the pain. Rewind the happiness.

I Miss you dearly my heart aches, My head is lost, I really miss you.

The Ones Who Are Crazy Enough To Think That They Can Change The World Are The Ones Who Do.

Romantice are people that had never seen the other side of the things.

I think I might be falling for you. I love who you are and every little thing you do.

Life doesn’t get easier u get stronger.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Stop saying I wish start saying I will.

Love yourself love your day love your life.

Don’t let a bad day make u feel u have a bad life.

I’ve got nothing to bo today but smile.

Life is to short to remove USB slowly.

Nobody can teach me who I am.

It doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful.

Sometimes it’s not about missing someone. its wondering if they’re missing you

You know how you don’t want to miss them, but you want them to miss you

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart.

If we evolved from monkeys, why are there still monkeys?

Dont talk if you dont have any good thing to say

A female can be your best friend and worst enemy. It all depends on how you treat her.

Remember, You are unique, but then again so is everyone else in this world.

Sometimes the right one for you is the one who was there the whole time.

If they can’t swallow facts, let them eat fiction.

I think of you in colours that don’t exist.

Guys who run girl’s account on Facebook are the ones who secretly buy barbie and comb its hair.

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and its better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.

Mujhe teri mohabbat ko sahara mil gaya hota.. agar tufan nahi aata kinara mil gaya hota…

Pluviophile: a lover of rain, someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.

Aarju honi chahiye dill me kise ko yad karne ki.. Lamhe toh apne ap he miljate he dost

Baharo phool barshao mera mehboob aya hain..

Saw a Chinese kid and a black kid wave to each other today. It gave me hope…for another Rush Hour movie…

They say what goes around comes around, passed a packet of chips and never came back.

Duniya main sirf 2 Chize Mashoor Hai, tere bhai ka Style, aur teri bhabhi ki smile.

Thanks to the words ‘dude’ ‘bro’ and ‘man’ I haven’t said my best friends name in 10 years.

Tu hi ye mujhko bata de.. chahu main ya na..

Ye zami ruk jaye, Ye aasma tam jaye, Jab tere chara samn aaye.

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women question thingy cuz im bored

GENERAL WOMANHOOD: 1. Do you like the color pink? nnnot really? pastel pink is kinda cool i guess 2. Did you play with Barbie dolls as a child? ye 3. How easily do you cry? not very? but more so now than before 4. What food do you eat the most of when you’re sad? i eat whatever tbh i dont sad eat? 5. How often do you experience boob sweat? whenever i sweat zz 6. How moody are you when you are you are on your period? doesnt really matter? idk 7. Have you ever thought you were pregnant because your period was late? binch i dont even get a text back i cant have sex HAHAHA 8. Have you ever been on the pill? no, but like my periods are so fucking bizarre so idk but ??? 9. Would you ever want to have children someday? tbh idk i guess but im still too young to decide lol 10. Have you ever given birth? If not, would you ever want to? no, and idk yet :v 11. How good of a cook do you consider yourself? a little above average because i just throw food in without recipes and stuff but my mother is a wizard 12. What is your favorite thing to cook? egg.. ngl its just crack dat bitch and cook it its easy af HAHA  13. Can you sew? ye i guess but not actual clothes 14. Do you consider yourself a feminist? i think so, but like i’m not “active” and also wtf is wrong with “feminists” that want death to men like seriously you’re also part of the problem yall crazy 15. How do you define “girl power?” power specifically for girls, may it be over their body or themselves?? 16. Have you ever wished you were born a male? a little but only cuz that one time i think i was gay for a friend and it would be much easier to come to terms with it, speaking of which i dont even know my sexuality but i dont really care LOL 17. Breastfeeding or formula? breastfeeding  18. What is your opinion of equal pay? its important!! but then if we’re not looking at gender its unfair if someone who does jackshit gets the same pay as someone working their literal ass off. instead of adjusting based on gender why not adjust it based on work done? if you slack off u get a pay cut if u work hard you get a raise? 19. Are you pro-life or pro-choice? ah shit uh, i think i’m both??? (that makes no sense) like i know i have no right to force someone to do something but at least maybe i’d like to talk to them about it? a life is a life /shrugs/ but ultimately it is not my choice to make if it’s not my situation, all i can do is to maybe let someone understand the morality behind say abortion. HOWEVER!!! i think birth control for period management because of certain conditions is good and this shouldn’t be taken away from people who need it!! I’m just so !!! at women getting refused treatment for a spontaneous abortion or whatever because its an abortion, but the body rejected the foetus all on its own!! she has a right to healthcare!! (i saw this on a documentary on abortion in the ph iirc and like refusing someone treatment because its not moral to “fully abort” a foetus, even though it’s already aborted by the BODY ITSELF and not by other MEANS is literally not caring for the person who needs the HELP?!?!!?? its more immoral to refuse healthcare to her than to give her healthcare to abort the foetus because the body aborted it by itself it is spontaneous sometimes it happens okay?????) 20. Have you ever experienced any sexism? If so, please explain. i dont think so tbh 21. What is one thing about women you think most men don’t know? not everyone wants your dick in their vagina shut the fuck up HAHA 22. Complete this phrase: I’m so glad I’m a woman because______. i’m not burdened by society rules about hugging my friends and make up? i have no idea tbh i’m just eh about everything am i even a woman HAHAHA

LIFE EXPERIENCES: 23. Have you ever been a Girl Scout? no 24. Have you ever been a ballerina? noo 25. Have you ever been a cheerleader? no 26. Were you ever voted as a homecoming or prom queen? can we eat prom? 27. Have you ever hosted a sleepover? yeah i guess but its just because my friends dont wanna walk one block home its great HAHA 28. Do you belong to a sorority? we dont have those things in here 29. Have you ever kept a diary or a journal? i used to keep a diary when i was a kid now i just want a bujo but where s my shit 30. American ladies: did you vote for Hillary Clinton? not american PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: 31. What is the longest your hair has ever been? a v-cut where the longest was at my asscrack 32. Have you ever cut your hair super short? shaved it for hair for hope uvu 33. What hairstyle do you wear the most? either down with a side parting or up/half-up in a hairstick, at home just an ugly ass bun. like my hair is nice but the style is meh 34. Have you ever dyed your hair? no, im afraid of spoiling it 35. What is the heaviest you have ever weighed? now im always heavy lmao  36. How muscular are you? i have some muscle in my calves and the top of my arms but im 90% fat so 37. Are your ears pierced? one on each lobe 38. Do you have any piercings anywhere besides your ears? nah 39. Do you have any tattoos? If so, of what and where? noo 40. How often do you wear lipstick or lipgloss? almost never, if i wear makeup i still forget about it LOL 41. How often do you paint your nails? rarely 42. Have you ever worn any fake eyelashes or fake nails? yes at both but fake nails dont survive  43. How often do you shave/wax your legs? i never did  44. How white are your teeth? eh not very but its not stained v badly i guess 45. What do you think is your best physical feature? my softness? 46. What do you think is your worst physical feature? fats HAHA 47. Do you have a “look” (i.e. a mad/annoyed/upset stare)? blur face 48. How good are you at communicating through facial expressions? i dont i just make potato faces FASHION STYLE: 49. What is your favorite fashion brand? prolly iora or lalu or something i think they have korean-ish/school-girl ish aesthetic  50. Do you wear skirts and dresses at all? If so, how often? ye, not v often because school is anal about it :) 51. What is your dress size? dunno but i think im like a L-XL depending on cut? 52. Do you wear any high heels or stilettos at all? If so, how often? no, dont own any 53. Have you ever worn high heels casually? no? not really nah 54. How often do you wear a bra? only in public or when non-family members are in the house 55. Does it matter if your bra and panties match or not? i alternate between only 2 bras i dont care 56. Which are you more likely to go without: a bra or panties? i forgot to wear a bra like 3 times in my life two of which i already had noticecable boobs 57. How much of your underwear is white? i have a few now? 58. Have you ever worn a skirt or a dress without any panties underneath? yo wtf dont get ur vag juices everywhere omg also everything is dirty dont do that 59. What is the shortest length of skirts and dresses you are comfortable wearing? if i fold the butt part to wrap my butt and it manages to cover my entire butt i guess but only if i have safety shorts 60. How expensive was your prom dress? shit idr 61. What clothing item do you own the most of (if shirts, be specific to what kind)? t-shirts (but not anymore-) 62. How much jewelry do you typically wear? a pair of earrings, used to have a necklace but i havent got a new chain yet 63. How much makeup do you typically wear? either full face or none, twice before concealer + eyeliner thats it 64. Do you like eyeshadow? THAT SHITE BOMB 65. Do you carry a purse? i prefer a bigger bag because i bring way too much shit 66. What is your preferred way to carry a purse: In your hand, on your elbow, or on your elbow? slung on my shoulder 67. How big is your closet? not very 68. Have you ever looked through your closet an thought “I have nothing to wear”? YES WTF BC I LOOK LIKE A HOBO (also i literally keep running out of shirts nowadays) 69. Have you ever worn the same outfit more than once? ya what do u think i am a diva? HAHA 70. One-piece swimsuits or bikinis? t-shirt and shorts 71. Have you ever worn a mismatched bikini? i never put my body into a bikini 72. Do you like tube and halter tops fat arms man :v 73. Do you like crop tops? they look aesthetic af but just not on me HAHAHAH 74. Are you comfortable showing off a little cleavage? ye i guess WEDDING CRAZE: 75. Have you ever been a bridesmaid? no but i’ve been flower girl multiple times 76. Would you ever want to get married? i guess 77. For how long have you thought about your wedding? i dont even have a crush rn so i never even thought of it 78. How much of your wedding do you already have planned out? -100% 79. Indoor or outdoor wedding? church wedding preferable in an airconditioned one imean- HAHAHA 80. Would you want to have a lot of bridesmaids or just a couple? i dont have a lot of friends DATING & RELATIONSHIPS: 81. What is your current relationship status? single as a pringle never gonna mingle 82. Do you consider yourself a hopeless romantic? no 83. Are you a virgin? If not, which gender did you lose your virginity to? yes 84. What personality trait are you most attracted to? shit uh, (judging on my 2d biases) cheerful puppy type? 85. Have you ever been on a blind date? no 86. Has anyone ever tried to set you up on a date? noo 87. Do you kiss on a first date? no  88. How often do guys hit on you? never HAHA 89. Have you ever kissed another woman? If so, did you like it? shIt ya and ya, go away 90. Have you ever dated another woman? i almost did? 91. Is sex before marriage wrong? IT’S AGAINST THE MORAL ORDER!!! according to my religion but also even if it’s not religion its good to only give yourself to another after marriage uvu. but idk 92. After how long would you start to consider a relationship to be serious? i dont know maybe a year? LOL idek if someone can stand being with my after 2 weeks 93. Would you rather your lover give you chocolate or flowers? steak.. or like meat or like good food ENTERTAINMENT: 94. What celebrity do you most admire? i dont- know-? 95. Do you like romantic comedies? Any favorites? eh dont think so 96. Do you have a favorite romantic movie? no 97. Who is your favorite Disney princess? mulan? MERIDA? idk 98. What is your favorite Disney song? shit idk 99. Do you watch The Bachelor or The Bachelorette? whats that 100. Have you ever watched Sex & The City? no 101. Have you ever watched any shows such as Project Runway or America’s Next Top Model? yeah but like random episodes on the tv with my mom, i rather watch masterchef junior but not with the newer seasons cuz my bro said the way they made it is like poo 102. Do you read romantic novels? If so, do you have any recommendations? im like -100% romantic please stop 103. Beyonce or Taylor Swift? beyonce maybe 104. Oprah Winfrey or Ellen DeGeneres? ellen? idk  A PILE OF RANDOMNESS: 105. Are you named after anyone? Dionne Warwick (not celine dion stop this shit i will fight you) 106. How many male friends do you have? nnnot many? i’m close to steffy tho yes bless uvu  107. Have you ever called your female friends your girlfriends? i can barely type “i love you” i cannot with cheesy shit so hazukashit 108. Have you ever called a non-lover a term such as honey, dear, babe, or darling? ye i call friendos bebe or something but only through text because im shy LOL 109. Have you ever dotted your I’s with a heart or a smiley face? hearts, i stopped bc a teacher was like “lol” in front of the entire class thanks 110. How many items do you own that are of a floral print design? idk but floral prints are nice 111. Name five things you always have in your purse. (not including phone and wallet) lipbalm (that i never use), axe oil (running out), vicks, tigerbalm (why do i have 2), blotting paper (also dont really use) 112. Have you ever lost anything inside your purse? my sanity jk idk 113. Have you ever carried a spare pair of underwear with you in your purse? only pads 114. What is the most amount of money you’ve ever spent in one single shopping trip? idk $60 maybe idk weep i spend it all online 115. Do you consider shopping a sport? no wtf but walking around a lot is a pain so i guess it could be 116. Have you ever used your cleavage or a bra as a purse? i use a bad stop with the purse i carry too much shit 117. Coffee or tea? tea 118. Can you do the splits? i will only split my pants and muscles open so no 119. Do you do any yoga? no 120. Have you ever been told that to have cute handwriting? yea but i think it’s messy and ugly and changes too often 121. How well can you write in cursive? look at 120 122. Have you ever successfully been on a diet? no fuck that 123. Do you or have you ever belonged to a book club? no 124. Have you ever talked yourself out of a driving ticket by using your looks? no lmao i dont even drive 125. Have you ever drank a non-alcoholic beverage out of a wine glass? i guess? 126. Showers or baths? showers 127. Have you ever tried using a toilet while standing up? ya its horrible because u dont have a dick to aim 128. Have you ever been considered the mother of your group of friends? ye actually- 129. Do you own any sex toys? no HAHA RATINGS: 130. From 1-10, how feminine do you consider yourself? 6? 131. From 1-10, how much are you like your mother? 7-8 132. From 1-10, how much do you look like your mother? 5 because i smile like her but a lot of people say i look like my dad 133. From 1-10, how much are you like your father? 3 he’s chill im not 134. From 1-10, how polite are you? depends but maybe 7 135. From 1-10, how cute do you consider your laugh? -11 136. From 1-10, how strict are you about manners? 5? 137. From 1-10, how much of a neat freak are you? 6 but my handwriting is shit 138. From 1-10, how much of a hopeless romantic are you? -11 139. From 1- 10, how healthy do you eat? 6? its Meat > veggies > fish (but cuz i dont like how fish is cooked here? i love meat but i need veg to live too but i dont like salads give me roasted veg or stir fry veg or veg soops uvu) 140. From 1-10, how much do you like decorating for holidays?  4?

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oh, the weather outside is frightful

based off of a craquaria prompt I saw from @mixcrackerxaquaria. Sweetie lil lesbian christmas party smut with background Monet x Kameron aw. My first ever fanfic! say nice shit if u wan a chapter 2 !!

Brianna is bored. And, okay, tipsy, she concedes as she stumbles a little, teetering on her heels before coming to rest, thankfully upright, beside the snack table. She makes a face down at the festive spread, asking herself for the umpteenth time that night what she’s doing at a Christmas party. Brianna’s Jewish, for god’s sakes. She doesn’t even celebrate Christmas. A group of men in suits brush past her, nearly knocking her off balance again, and Brianna retreats to the corner behind the snack table to spot her reason for attendance. Her best friend Monet, spinning a muscled, tattooed woman around the dancefloor. The woman has her head thrown back cackling, leaning into Monet’s body as Monet swings her around to face her, strong fingers flexing on the small of her back. Brianna grins to herself, giving an oblivious Monet a small thumbs up. Monet had begged her to come with her to her office Christmas party, insisting that she needed Brianna there as emotional support the night she intended to finally make a move on Kameron, the accountant who Monet hadn’t shut up about all damn year. “Besides”, Monet had said, waggling her eyebrows, “like 70% of the office is female, and about 70% of them like women. Wear that pink dress and you’ll get a little mistletoe kiss for sure.”  Brianna had sighed, grinned and agreed, which was how she had found herself here, bored and tipsy and staring down a plate of gingerbread men in said pink dress. Not being kissed under mistletoe by women who liked women. She snags the smuggest looking cookie and bites off its head.

Please God, if you’re listening, Ma’am, Aquaria thinks, Please let this man stop talking soon. I don’t care about craft beer. I don’t even really like beer. Please let him shut up. Aquaria’s eyes drift as the man continues to talk, watching people talking, dancing, drinking. Outside, snow had begun falling thick and fast. Aquaria was mentally debating whether she should walk the 3 miles home in the cold or pay for an uber when she is interrupted by a woman tucked into the corner behind the snack table. Or rather, Aquaria interrupts herself, suddenly unable to focus on anything else. The woman is breathtaking. She has the sweetest little face, huge eyes and a pretty mouth, framed by bouncy blonde waves that reach her little waist. Her hot pink dress is tight across her breasts and hips, the silky material finishing mid thigh. Total stripper barbie. Or stripper polly pocket, Aquaria thinks, noting that the woman doesn’t seem to be more than 5’2, even in her tall heels. Aquaria watches as she puts the last of what looked like a gingerbread cookie into her mouth, bright pink lips wrapping around her fingers to collect remnants of white icing. The way her cheeks hallow as she sucks down is vaguely obscene, and Aquaria feels heat pool in her stomach. Yanking her eyes back to the man in front of her, Aquaria downs the last half of her drink and gestures towards the empty cup, offering him a tight smile. “I’m going to get a top up. I’ll see you around, ‘kay.” Before he can respond Aquaria is sidestepping him, making a beeline for the snack table.

Brianna hums appreciatively as she finishes the cookie, which had admittedly been delicious, and picks up her empty glass. She’s reaching for the open wine on the table when slim fingers wrap themselves around the neck of the bottle and whisk it away from her. Glancing up, Brianna sees that the fingers belong to one of the most beautiful women in the world. Her jet black hair is straight down her back, with a choppy fringe in front. The red latex number clinging to her thin body matches her huge, glossy lips, which shit, Brianna realises, are moving. “Huh?” is all Brianna can manage in response to the goddess. The woman grins wide, her face scrunching up to show huge, white teeth. “I said, I’m Aquaria, and I’ll get that for you.”

“I’m sorry, get what ?”

The woman smiles wider. “Your drink ! I was headed over here to pour my own anyway”

“Oh !” Idiotidiotidiot Brianna curses herself internally. “Yes, please, that’d be good. I’m Brianna.” She sticks out her hand for Aquaria to shake and shivers as Aquaria’s long red nails stroke up the inside of her wrist.

“Oh, pretty name. Normal! I wish my parents had been a touch less liberal and given me a name like Brianna instead of Aquaaariaaa”. Aquaria drawls her name in a snooty voice, pulling a face.

“Oh no! Aquaria is a beautiful name !” Brianna giggles. “Besides, my name isn’t normal, not with my last name. I’m Brianna Cracker.”

“Brianna Cracker”. Aquaria stops, still holding Brianna’s hand. “Bree Ahna Crack Er. I don’t get it.” Her glossy lips twist into a confused pout.

“Like..” Brianna scans the snack table and snatches up her namesake, holding it in front of Aquaria’s face.

“Oh !” Aquaria’s eyes light up “Brie on a cracker ! Oh my god!” Aquaria begins to laugh, gripping Brianna’s hand tighter in order to stay upright. All of a sudden her face turns serious. “I can’t believe your parents did that to you.”

“Oh, I’ve never minded it. Most people don’t even get it unless I tell them.” Brianna grins. “I totally could have had it weirder, my mom’s name is Bob.”

Aquaria giggles again, releasing Brianna’s hand to begin pouring wine into her glass. Brianna misses the warm, firm, pressure and tries not to flush at how long she’d held onto Aquaria in the first place. “Bob is such a cool name for a woman, I’m into that! God, I’m hungry !” Aquaria stops mid pour. “Those any good?” she asks, gesturing with her head to the plate of gingerbread cookies Brianna had been eating from earlier.

“Oh! Yeah! I mean, I thought so. I like all cookies though, I have such a sweet tooth” Brianna rambles, heat creeping up her neck at the thought of Aquaria watching her from across the room.

“Yum, me too!” Aquaria smiles, meeting Brianna’s eyes and opening her mouth wide, resuming pouring Brianna’s drink. Brianna stares back at her, drawing a blank. Aquaria opens her mouth wider and makes an aahh sound like she’s at the dentist.  “Hands full!” Aquaria nods to where she’s now pouring her own glass of wine. Brianna feels herself flushing bright pink as she raises a cookie to Aquaria’s mouth and watches her take a large bite, pink tongue darting out to remove a crumb where it sticks to her lipgloss. Aquaria chews, swallows with a satisfied “mm”, and opens her mouth again. She’s done pouring the drinks, she could feed herself. Should feed herself. Even as Brianna thinks this, she’s lifting the rest of the cookie to Aquaria’s mouth, feeling her stomach tighten hotly as her fingers brush up against Aquaria’s shiny lips and she feels that pink tongue lap gently at the sticky, sweet frosting on her fingertips. Brianna blinks, just for a second, and an image of her fingers, pushed to the knuckle into Aquaria’s warm mouth, Aquaria’s cheeks hallowed as she sucks and glossy lips parting with a wet pop to release them flashes behind her eyelids. Her cunt throbs. When Brianna’s eyes are open again, Aquaria’s cheeks are pink as she slowly withdraws her hand. Aquaria hands a wine glass to Brianna, her eyes dark as she leans up against the wall next to her. “So, how did you end up here ? I’ve never seen you around the office before.”

Brianna points towards Monet and Kameron, still intertwined and giggly, on the dancefloor. “That’s my best friend. She brought me as her plus-one.”

Aquaria follows Brianna’s gaze and lets out a happy gasp “Oh my god! Monet and Kameron getting it on finally! You have no idea how frustrating it’s been to watch them make love heart eyes at each other across the office all fuckin’ year and refuse to do anything about it!”

Brianna tips her head back, laughing. “Girl, try listening to Monet sigh over Kameron every time you go out for a whole year !” She bats her eyes at Aquaria and puts on a high pitched breathy voice in an impression of a love struck Monet; “Oh, she’s so strong and her tattoos are sooo cool. And she’s so sweet, Brianna, you should see the way she smiles !” Brianna simpers, pouting up at Aquaria.

Aquaria bursts into giggles, hands flying up to cover her mouth. “I can imagine, I really can! So if you don’t work here, what do you do ?”

“I’m a Comedian.” Brianna blinks up at Aquaria, feeling doubt coiling in her chest even as she says the words. “Well, not a very successful one, I mean, some people like me but some people say -”

“A comedian, oh my god !” She’s cut off by Aquaria’s squeal. “That’s so cool, you’re so cool. That explains why you keep making me laugh so much!” Brianna feels a small swell of pride replace the doubt at the other woman’s reaction. Grinning excitedly down at Brianna, Aquaria glances back to Monet and Kameron, now partially obscured as a group of people join the dancefloor. “Do you dance?”

Aquaria can’t help but grin to herself as she leads Brianna by the hand to the dancefloor. This girl is cute! and funny. Plus, she had said she was friends with Monet, so she must be nice. Monet didn’t hang around any other kind of people. Aquaria is yanked out of her thoughts as Brianna spins her around so they’re face to face with her arms wrapped around Aquaria’s waist. “You’re strong” Aquaria blurts, surprised that despite the good 6 inches of height she has on Brianna, the other woman had manoeuvred her with ease. Brianna’s pretty mouth quirks up into a smug smile .

“You bet! I’m a national gold medallist in Karate. Black belt!”

“No shit!” So you can like, beat people up and throw them around and shit?”

Swaying to the music, Brianna lifts Aquaria’s arm over her head, twirling her out into the crowd, before pulling her back in close to her body. “Yep. Why, anyone you need me to throw around, baby?” Aquaria bites back a little whimper the “baby” and at the thought of Brianna throwing her around a little bit. Aquaria runs her hands up and down Brianna’s biceps, feeling ropy muscle. God, she can feel herself getting wet.

The two women get closer as they dance, bodies pressed up against each other. Aquaria can feel Brianna’s small hands tracing patterns into her lower back and wills them to slide the inch down to cup her ass through her latex dress. Her own hands roam up over Brianna’s strong arms and down her back, digging in at her thick hips before travelling back up to toy with her long blonde hair. “Aquaria” Brianna breathes hotly against her collarbone “Do you want to –“

“Yes.” Aquaria gasps back, because she does want to, and then she has Brianna by the hand again, leading her off the dancefloor.

Brianna’s heart races as she trots behind Aquaria, struggling to keep up with the strides her long legs are making. She can’t think of anything save for Aquaria’s fingers wrapped around her wrist, and the sinful stretch of red latex over Aquaria’s ass as she hurries along in front of Brianna. And then the other woman is bundling them into a bathroom and locking the door behind them. Brianna reaches up to tug Aquaria down towards her by her hair, their lips pressing together in a rush, teeth clinking. Brianna nips at Aquaria’s plush bottom lip and shoves her thigh in between Aquaria’s legs, feeling her hips buck against it as she whines needily into the kiss. It’s so dirty, doing this in an office bathroom, with a hundred or so people just outside the door. It’s so dirty how Brianna wants to kiss Aquaria breathless, wants to watch her ride her thigh until she cums right here, like this. Attaching her mouth to Aquaria’s neck, Brianna snakes a hand up her body to rub over her breast and fuck, she’s not wearing a bra because Brianna can feel her hard nipple through the fabric of her dress. She pinches, just to hear Aquaria squeak, and slides her hands around Aquaria’s back to unzip her tight dress.

Aquaria feels so naked, in only her tiny panties and heels in front of Brianna’s dark eyes. Brianna leans up to kiss her again, hands snaking down to play at the waistband of her underwear, tugging them up at the front so they rub against Aquaria’s clit just right. Aquaria steps out of her heels, and Brianna kisses down her collarbone to lick over Aquaria’s nipple, grazing it with her teeth ever so slightly so that Aquaria cries out and her hips buck at the hint of pain. Brianna pulls back, “Turn around”. Aquaria spins, stumbling slightly and pressing her palms against the wall to steady herself.  Brianna hums softly against Aquaria’s shoulder, hands hooking under the waistband of her panties to pull them down over her ass to her ankles, peppering her skin with kisses and nudging Aquaria’s legs apart further “So pretty. So wet, Aquaria, fuck.” Brianna moans at the sight of the dark haired woman spread open in front of her. Aquaria is so embarrassingly wet, dripping for Brianna’s strong arms and how dark Aquaria’s name sounds coming out of her pretty mouth. She can feel it on the insides of her thighs and she flushes and squirms under Brianna’s hot gaze. Then Brianna is pressed right up against Aquaria’s naked back, one arm around her waist to hold her steady and the other snaking around her front to rub soft circles just under the jut of Aquaria’s hipbone. And Brianna’s running a finger through Aquaria’s folds and up to circle her clit, finally, and Aquaria’s gasping and her hips are bucking forward into Brianna’s hand of their own accord. Aquaria feels her legs buckle and thinks she’s going to fall when Brianna’s other arm leaves her waist to rub down over Aquaria’s hole. Brianna feels, and her arm is back around Aquaria in a second, holding her tight against her clothed body. “Hey, you’re ok. I’ve got you. Arms out, lean against the wall again, hm? Good girl.” Aquaria obeys and whines, clenching down around nothing, desperate for something inside her. Brianna obliges, slipping two fingers inside Aquaria. Aquaria wants to cry at how good it feels. Brianna is fucking her fast and twisting her strong fingers inside her, right up against where Aquaria needs them. She’s so wet and the sounds in the empty bathroom are obscene, Aquaria can hear when Brianna pushes a third finger inside her. Heat gathers in her stomach and god, Aquaria’s not going to last, not while Brianna’s other hand is skating rhythmically over her clit and she’s whispering into Aquaria’s hair that Aquaria’s so beautiful, so wet, such a slut for letting Brianna fuck her in her office bathroom. It’s the last one, the thought that any one of her colleagues could walk in right now and see Aquaria spread out like this, dripping around Brianna’s hand, that pushes her over the edge. Aquaria clenches down hard around Brianna’s fingers and cums, shaking. Brianna rubs her through her orgasm and Aquaria’s moaning Briannabriannabrianna, high pitched and girlish, until her cunt stops twitching and she’s leaning, panting, against the other woman.

Brianna gently turns Aquaria around so she’s leaning against the bathroom wall, and lifts her fingers to Aquaria’s face. Aquaria opens her mouth to suck down around the digits, tasting herself. She looks so wrecked, eyes hooded and cheeks hallowed, red lipstick smeared all around her mouth. Her eye makeup is smudged underneath her eyes and there’s one black streak down her left cheek, Brianna throbs at the thought of Aquaria crying for her. She slowly draws her fingers out of Aquaria’s mouth, shiny with spit, and drags them down over her bottom lip, smearing her lipstick further. And then Aquaria’s leaning forward to push her lips against Brianna’s again, she can taste her on her tongue and fuck, she’s so sweet, Brianna makes a note to eat Aquaria’s pussy next time and then blushes, because next time. Brianna’s still embarrassed at herself when Aquaria drops to her knees and pushes up Brianna’s skirt. She groans softly as she’s met with Brianna’s bare, dripping cunt, realising that the other woman isn’t wearing panties. Aquaria nips at the inside of her thigh and then her tongue is pressed right up against Brianna’s folds, her nose buried in groomed hairs, and Brianna throws her head back with a broken moan. Her hips move without her brain’s permission, grinding down onto Aquaria’s tongue and Aquaria moans happily into Brianna, grasping her thighs and alternating between licking over her clit and into her, until Brianna’s breathing is ragged and she’s coming with a whimper, all over Aquaria’s face. Aquaria stands up to pull Brianna into a kiss, and Brianna can taste herself on Aquaria’s lips, can feel her wetness slick over her chin and god, it’s so hot, makes her feel like Aquaria is hers.

“Thankyou” Aquaria breathes, her forehead resting against Brianna’s.

“Thankyou” Brianna smiles softly back. “Would you maybe want…Could I give you my number?”

“Yes.” Aquaria grins, that scrunched up white teeth grin from earlier, and steps around Brianna to wiggle her dress back up over her hips. “My phone’s in my bag at the coatcheck, we’d better clean up before we go get it.”

“Yeah, we’d better.” Brianna takes a paper towel from the dispenser at the side of the sink and hands it to Aquaria before grabbing one for herself and joining her at the mirrors, starting to clean away the mixture of pink and red lipstick staining her chin. There’s a smudge of said pink lipstick across Aquaria’s exposed shoulderblade where she’s kissed her, she notices. It’s out of Aquaria’s sight, Brianna thinks, she should wipe it away for her. Instead, she turns back to her face, meeting Aquaria’s warm eyes in the mirror. Brianna’s going to leave it right there.

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