#now yall know why I love sab so much
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moonbeam
ch. vi
table of contents
two weeks later
may 25, 1998
The air around her was stagnant and cold. A slew of women, young and old, waited quietly. Each one occupied themselves with reading a magazine, watching the muted television intently, or talking to one another. Sabrina, on the other hand, bounced her leg incessantly and bit down at the edge of her nail, just wishing the whole process could be over and done with.
On the television, This Morning was half covered by the captions, rendering the segment on whether or not new moms should formula-feed their babies unwatchable. The content couldn't have been shown at a more inappropriate time.
"Sabrina Qualley?" a soft voice from across the room called. Sabrina shot up, barely able to sling her bag over her shoulder before she was headed for a near sprint to the nurse.
Sabrina clutched her cross-body bag as she followed the nurse through the twists and turns of the Planned Parenthood clinic.
"Come in here, we're going to just take your weight and blood pressure," the nurse, whose name tag read Veda, said. She tapped her bright pink pen at the door of the room Sabrina was to go into.
"Even for just a meeting with Jenna?" Sabrina asked.
The nurse shrugged at her apologetically, "Formalities, dear. Everyone's got to have their vitals taken."
Understandable.
Then the nurse flipped through her chart, "Plus it's been a bit since your last visit for your—" she squinted further at the first page of Sabrina's chart. "Procedure...so, erm. We'll have to take those vitals today," there was a beat, "How have you been since then?"
"Normal," Sabrina shrugged. She felt the grotesque pit in her stomach sprout. This would absolutely not be the normal day she had wanted to have.
Sabrina stepped onto the scale, unable to comprehend the number as the nurse moved the weights around until they balanced for a moment. She caught the number as the nurse scribbled it down: 12 stone. She had had her shoes on, though, so Sabrina discounted two pounds from the amount.
"Now's the blood pressure. Just try to relax yourself. Think good thoughts."
A field of flourishing green entered Sabrina's mind as she closed her eyes. Warm sun engulfed her and the grass coaxed her to lay down and take a nice, relaxing nap. To be thousands of miles from the gloom and doom of England would be most welcome.
She snapped back into reality when the velcro was ripped apart. The nurse—Vanessa, was it?—removed her pink stethoscope and gave Sabrina a tight-lipped smile. "Normal."
"Great," Sabrina replied, sounding not nearly as excited as she expected herself to sound.
"Now," she started, taking hold of her pen and clicking it open. "Date of your last period?"
"May 15," Sabrina replied definitively.
"No irregularities after your procedure?"
She shook her head. She was surprised when February 15 came along and her cycle was as on time as ever.
"Last thing...We have your emergency contact listed as Natalie Pemberton, is that still correct?"
"Uhm," Sabrina hesitated, "No. I'd like to change it to my brother if that's alright." There was a small pang of hurt when she said the words.
"Okay, they can take his information at the desk when you're leaving," Veda closed Sabrina's file and stood up. "Jenna will be in shortly."
After the door closed gently behind her, Sabrina was left in the eerie quiet of the examination room. The room was cold—as was standard for seemingly every medical practice ever—and she felt the goosebumps trail up her arms before a shiver ran through her.
When she had been at the facility last, things were much different. Though they'd broken up on January first, Sabrina took an additional week to move out of the apartment she and Shaun had shared. In this meantime she'd gone to get rid of the lock he had tried to keep on her with a misused condom.
Natalie had been there to pick her up afterwards and the two went back to her place in order for Sabrina to recover peacefully.
She never felt more alone than she had in the past four months.
The light knock at the door drew Sabrina away from her thoughts and triggered her falsified smile. Jenna came in sporting some new highlights that did not suit her. Sabrina said nothing, of course. Though she couldn't help but take notice.
"Sabrina! Glad to see you back. How've you been?"
"Much better, Jenna. Thank you."
"That's good to hear," she flipped through Sabrina's chart, "Seems like you've put on some weight. That's also good. Weight gain is healthy and normal after all that you've gone through."
"Yeah, I've been trying to save money so my diet's not the best at the moment..."
"That's okay. You can still get it back on track. Fruits, vegetables, lots of water...You know, the regulars of a healthy diet."
"Right," Sabrina answered. Jenna began jotting down a few notes and rifled through a few more pages. The sprouting pit in her stomach was a full-grown stem now. "I got a call—" she started.
"Are the new address and phone number working out for you?" Jenna spoke over her inadvertently, not hearing what she had started to say.
"Yes, very much so. Honestly the biggest problem is my mum. I still haven't told her what happened and she's desperate to get me back with my ex. She actually set up a dinner last Sunday with him to try and get us back together, but I didn't go."
"Oh, that's not good. Do you plan to tell her anytime soon?"
"Not really. She's just of that old-fashioned mindset and I really don't want her to have something else to nag me about."
"And how's your relationship with your mum?"
"It's good. I guess I seem like I harbor negative feelings about her, but I don't. Not really. She's great, I love her, but sometimes she just...knows how to get under my skin. And unfortunately there's a lot there to pick apart."
"Got it..." she jotted down a few more words. "Have you had anyone to talk to about everything that happened? Like a friend or a psychologist? Someone who you trust."
Sabrina squirmed where she sat. None of her answers aligned with what was supposed to happen in a situation like hers; what was normal. She shook her head. "Just my brother. But with him I just sort of told him what happened. He doesn't like to talk about it so much. But he looks out for me, in a sense."
"Is he older, younger?"
"Younger. He's," she paused, doing the math in her head, "Twenty-one now. Twenty-two next month. His name is Zach. Zachary."
"Sounds like a good little brother," Jenna chuckled.
"Usually," Sabrina smiled. The stem shrank a little in size. "Forced me to go to a Radiohead concert with him in March because his girlfriend couldn't go. It was actually good, though, so I can't complain."
"Music's always a good form of therapy. A lot of people don't realize that."
"It was pretty far from my norm. I usually listen to, like, Wham!, George Michael...I dabble in some Spice Girls," Sabrina laughed, looking away in embarrassment.
"Never give up on the good times, as they say," Jenna replied.
"Exactly," Sabrina said, amused. "My dad and Zach are both super into the old classics from the seventies and such—" she stopped herself. Jimmy crossed her mind then. He'd seemed to worm his way into her brain too often, creating a permanent little corner for himself in her mind. "I actually met someone—a famous musician at my job a couple months ago."
"Really?" Jenna asked, intrigued. "Who?"
"Jimmy Page. The guy from Led Zeppelin? The guitarist...He came in to get fitted for some suits recently. Very nice guy."
"Wow! I can't remember what he looks like, but I've certainly heard his name in the past. What was that like?"
"To me, it was a normal client experience because I don't know him that well, but the kid who's apprenticing under me was going absolutely mental about it," Sabrina laughed again. She tried with all her might to mask any sort of attraction she might have had to Jimmy, but just talking about him sprouted an unmoving smile on her face.
"Did you get to talk to him at all?"
"Yeah," she hesitated, "He was very flirty," her cheeks burned.
"Oh! Rock stars always seem to live in their youth, I guess. He hasn't settled down yet?"
Sabrina's bubble was briefly burst. Her smile fell.
"I'm not sure, actually. He told me he's got a daughter, but I don't....know anything about her," she picked a loose thread on her jeans.
"Ah," Jenna nodded, "Well I'm glad that's something you can, erm, hold onto. It's always fun meeting new people. But, anyway, do you have any specific questions for me?"
"Yeah, uhm. I got a call—a while back. The message said you were trying to get a follow-up on how I was doing. There's nothing more I need to…do is there?"
"Do...?"
"Like. Well, I've been doing much better since cutting off Shaun and I've slowly been detaching from all my connections to him…” Sabrina sighed, not wanting to sound insensitive, but with no way to better phrase her words. “I just want to put this all behind me.”
Jenna nodded. She seemed sympathetic. “I get it, Sabrina,” she paused for a beat and flipped through Sabrina’s chart. With a sigh, she looked back up at her. “Honestly? You seem like you’ve really progressed. Our services worked for you and everything seems to have improved significantly in terms of, you know, keeping away from the toxic environment you were in with your ex-boyfriend."
"Thank you," Sabrina said in a hushed tone, a straight smile stuck on her face.
"If you need anything else, please reach out to us. We're here to help you with whatever you may need. Are you in need of any kind of contraception? It would certainly help to avoid another situation like this."
"I will," she affirmed, “And no, I’m taking a breather from any sort of sex...for the time being.”
"I'll leave my business card and some other brochures at the front desk for you. Make sure to leave your brother's name and phone number with them as well, I see Veda scribbled something here about updating contact information."
Sabrina repeated herself and stood from the creaky examination table. "Thank you for everything, Jenna. You don't know how much I appreciate it."
"Of course, Sabrina. It's what I'm here for. I hope everything goes well for you."
Sabrina left the office feeling worse than she had come in. Lonely in her own world, she had isolated herself so much that she hadn't recognized the person she became in the last six months.
After cutting off almost everyone who she had previously called a friend, Sabrina realized that she'd barely made any connections of her own at university. Stuck to Shaun's side for three of the four years, all of the people she'd made friends with were people Shaun had known for years.
In the five months since the end of the relationship, she was making new discoveries like excavators digging up Egyptian ruins did.
She needed a drink.
Even better, she needed a night out. Sabrina hadn't been to a club since ending things with Shaun. She wondered if she was getting a little too old for partying. But then again, everyone needed to party once in a while.
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The air on Sabrina's freshly shaven legs sent a chill of goosebumps up to her core. She shuddered as she and Conner waited outside of the club. In the past she'd frequented the place with Shaun and their friends. Now whenever she walked past it in the daytime, she grimaced in discomfort. And because Sabrina didn’t know of many other clubs in the general area that she enjoyed, she returned to Dreams for yet another night. Plus, she felt maybe she could reclaim the space for herself and create some good memories.
Conner, who was only a few inches taller than Sabrina on a good day, was level with her in her heels. The pink satin shoes took some getting used to again after being tossed into a closet for six months, and Sabrina's matching pink dress was another piece from the previous summer that squeezed her a little tighter than it had when she bought it.
A short bout of pregnancy followed by penny pinching for six months changed her body more than she'd expected. Honestly, though, Sabrina's body was the last thing on her mind in the flurry of months 1998 had become.
"Sab, come on, we're next," Conner said. Her heels clicked quickly against the pavement as she was pulled along by him. Her head spun upon entering the club, the lights, colors, and sounds were oddly foreign to her in the time she'd been away from Dreams. A mass of people were crowded on the dancefloor; bumping, grinding, and probably more. Sabrina became uneasy in an instant.
She and Conner claimed a standing table in the corner of the club, well separated from the hustle and bustle of the sweaty bodies moving along to the beat of Rhythm of the Night.
The pounding bass thumped throughout Sabrina's entire body, the slight discomfort that came with her unmoving figure was indicative of how unaccustomed she became to clubbing.
Sabrina nodded along to the song and watched the bright lights and lasers fly overhead and over the crowd. She could hardly remember the last time she was at Dreams. Probably sometime before Shaun's birthday in October....or was it on Shaun's birthday?
"Do you want a drink?" Conner shouted over the music.
Her eyes refocused on his face and she nodded idly. She felt that everyone could notice how tense she was, how much this dress was not the right size anymore, and most importantly, how her arms were starting to resemble chicken breasts exposed the way they were. Not looking in the mirror one final time before leaving her flat was beginning to give Sabrina more anxiety than she thought she had avoided.
Could everyone notice the flab of stomach poking out from her dress? Or did it just look magnified from the angle she stood at? A tightness formed at the base of Sabrina's throat and she suddenly felt the horrible need to cry.
"I want to go home," she whispered to herself in her loneliness. For a fleeting moment, her mind touched on Jimmy. She wondered if he even attended clubs. Did he still party hard? "Rock stars always seem to live in their youth" Jenna's words echoed in her mind. Maybe he did...Probably not.
Sabrina shook the thought of Jimmy from her mind. She tapped her foot against the cracked tile floor along to the end of Rhythm of the Night as a new song was crossfaded into the mix. Sabrina wasn't familiar with it, but it seemed to be good enough to jam to.
Once she had a few drinks in her, Sabrina figured, she'd be able to loosen up a bit and have some fun. She came for the alcohol, after all. Getting drunk alone in her flat was becoming more sad than it was fun.
Conner returned with their drinks, two lemon drop shots and two margaritas. Each drink was wildly different in color.
"Right," Conner started, handing Sabrina a bright yellow shot glass. "To a good night," he held up the glass to hers.
"To a good night," Sabrina repeated, clinking glasses with Conner as the two downed the shots in a matter of seconds. With a click of their tongues, the two relished in the lemony sweet taste of the shots and nodded at each other, affirming the goodness of the shots. "We'll need another one of those later on," she said.
"Agreed," he replied, and handed Sabrina her choice of margarita—a bright red one with a strawberry settled at the bottom of the glass. Conner's drink held a similar theme, though, bright green with a slice of lime at the bottom.
They both sipped their margaritas.Sabrina felt the sugar and alcohol begin to course through her system. She felt better already.
As time passed, Sabrina and Conner felt that they'd been in a vacuum, with each song playing and the alcohol in their systems increasing by the minute, the two were nearly drunk in a matter of hours.
Sabrina touched the sweat on the nape of her neck and knew she needed to sit for a while. Taking a seat at the bar, she undid the straps on her heels, the strings coming off her calves with a slow, almost painful peel.
"Sab," Conner said, approaching her smoothly, his hand touching her waist so as to capture her attention. The feeling sent a feeling she was not unfamiliar with through her body, but she dismissed it as fast as she could. "Gonna go for a smoke, I'll be back in a sec."
"Alright, no worries," She replied somewhat distantly. Reaching into her miniature purse, she pulled an equally small claw clip. The hair she'd styled so carefully was now drenched in humidity and sweat. However, she knew those were the signs of a good night.
"What can I get ya, dear?" the bartender asked, gum smacking between her teeth as she pulled a glass from a pile of ones that were on a drying rack.
"Just some water, please," Sabrina breathed, straightening out her back. She let her feet dangle on the stool, removing some of the pressure on them. She had certainly disconnected from her anxious thoughts about herself, her dress, her body, and everything in between. She was buzzed to say the least, but if she had a few more drinks, she knew she'd be able to get pissed the way she had wanted.
Sabrina gulped down the water, catching her breath and steadying her mind in the meantime. People milled about around her, squeezing beside her to ask for a martini here, a piña colada there, another round of tequila shots elsewhere. Her eyes drooped only slightly before she heard a familiar voice a few feet away.
"Oi, three Buds, please? Thanks."
The sound of the voice alone made Sabrina's stomach recoil. If she wasn't careful, all the alcohol she'd consumed that night would be all over the bar top in a matter of seconds. It was Shaun.
"Sabrina?" Another (familiar) voice exclaimed, Sabrina's eyes diverting in the direction of the voice. "Funny seeing you here, darling! How are you!" Sarah asked, approaching Sabrina around her side and hugging her with one arm around her back. As if a flip had been switched, she was suddenly aware of every atom of fat on her body and how unflattering her dress looked when seated the way she was. Sarah, of course, could never even dream of an ounce of fat on her body. Not even on her chest.
"Sarah! Yeah, I'm alright. Just came out for a dance and a drink, you know...how have you been?" she asked, doing her best at a feigned politeness.
"Good! Good. I'm with Shaun now—he’s here someplace," Sarah said, scoping out the place and locking eyes with Shaun where Sabrina had seen him. Sarah waved him over. "You here alone?"
"Shaun?" Sabrina found was the only thing she could say.
"Erm, yeah, we're—" she tried stalling the words, she was interrupted when Shaun made his way through the crowd to where she and Sarah were talking.
"Brina!" he said genteelly, grasping her shoulders forcefull the way he had always done when they were together. She hated it. "Sucks you couldn't come to dinner. 'S'alright, though, your mum said she'd reschedule for when you were available."
"Right," Sabrina nodded, "I was actually just on my way out now. Was having a glass of water before I called a taxi."
"Taxi's too expensive, B, come back with us, we'll split fares,” he said, patting Sarah on the arm. She gave him a smile that nearly resembled a grimace. Sabrina could only assume that having the three of them in a taxi was the last thing Sarah would have wanted.
"No, it's—" she stammered, her heart pounding so hard she thought the embarrassment would kill her before the heart attack could. "I'm fine, Shaun."
“I’m gonna go find Rachel,” Sarah said, a hand delicately touching Shaun’s arm as she started off. “Good to see you, Sab!” the blonde flashed a fake smile her way.
As they both watched Sarah walk off, Shaun leaned onto the bar top with a bony, pale elbow. He attempted to force some sort of eye contact between them. "I've missed you, Brina," he said, his long, thin fingers playing at hers. Sabrina pulled her hands into her lap.
"Mhm," Sabrina answered, only minding a glance back up at him. She tried her hardest to train her eyes onto her empty glass of water.
"Don't tell me you haven't missed me, too?" Shaun asked, his voice low.
"Can't say I have," she mumbled with a shake of her head. Her palms began to sweat.
Shaun chuckled humorlessly. Sabrina felt his eyes burning into the form of her dress. Before she could beg him not to say anything, he barged through anyway. "Haven't seen this one in a minute...surprised it still fits."
"Shaun—"
"Three Buds, mate," the bartender interrupted, sliding three bottles over beside Shaun.
"Alfie and Jacob are here, too, by the way," he said, collecting the bottles with a nod to the barkeep. "I know they'd love to come say hello before you go," he whispered before leaving Sabrina alone again at the bar.
Once Sabrina was sure Shaun was gone and wouldn't be returning, she peeled her shoes off her dirty feet, carrying the heels with her to the door. After a quick look around, she saw the cloud of smoke coming from beside the club.
"I'll be right back," Sabrina said to the bouncer, pointing to Conner where he stood taking drags of a cigarette.
"Five minutes, love," the bouncer answered.
Sabrina nodded, making a heady tread barefoot on the pavement. The minuscule rocks tore into her feet, but she figured it was better than walking on nearly formed blisters.
"My ex is here," Sabrina said, throwing her heels to the ground.
"What the fuck?" Conner answered, puffs of smoke following his every word. The stench of his cigarette would've ordinarily made her nose wrinkle up in disgust, but she instead chose to ignore it for the time being.
"This is fucking ridiculous. Him and his little...squad," Sabrina spat. The tip of Conner's cigarette glowed when he inhaled its toxins. The smell almost didn't seem to bother her then. "Give me that."
"You're not gonna—"
"Let me try it. See what the fucking hype is all about," Sabrina said, taking the cigarette, holding it between her fingers as if she'd been smoking forever. Monkey see, monkey do, right?
She took a drag, letting the smoke infiltrate her airways. When the itch in her throat came about, she exhaled, coughing when the stench of the tobacco hit her senses. The taste of burnt coffee blocked her airways and she continued to cough away the taste as much as she could. "God, I hate that," she frowned.
"I told you—" Conner started, though the look Sabrina threw him stopped the statement where he left it. "You wanna go home?" he asked.
Sabrina debated it, her heart rate having dropped since leaving the club. The smell of burnt hair was now replaced by the stench of cigarettes and whatever hung in the London air. She peered over at the bouncer, who met her eye and tapped at his watch. "Three minutes," he mouthed to her.
"No," she said, defiant.
"Alright. You wanna make him jealous?" Conner asked, taking a longer drag than he had taken previously.
She almost answered no to that question as well, but something willed her not to. She hadn't wanted to make Shaun jealous. She wanted to make him angry.
Sabrina and Conner had been able to have two more drinks before they spotted Shaun in the crowd again. If Sabrina spun her head too quickly, she'd be headed for the floor in the most embarrassing of moves.
"That's him isn't it?" Conner asked, his lips so close to her ear that it sent a shiver up her spine. She'd never noticed him in any particular way before, but when she pursed her lips, it was as if the alcohol was pushing her to do something her sober mind would not have thought of.
She looked to her left, spotting Sarah and Shaun together, their thin bodies pressed impossibly close against one another. They danced like no one was watching. Sabrina knew her inability to do such a thing had made Shaun all the more angry in their relationship.
Sarah held Shaun’s cheek in one hand, pulling his face to hers for a sloppy kiss. They smiled into each other, Shaun taking hold of her ass as they bopped along to the club music.
Sabrina had nearly drawn blood when she realized how hard she'd been biting her lip. "That's him..." she answered.
"Let's get closer, hm? So they notice us."
"I don't want them to come up to us," Sabrina said nervously.
"They won't," Conner assured her. "I'm gonna grab your waist, alright?"
Sabrina nodded, preparing her nerves for impact as Conner gently took her waist into his grasp. She tried to steady herself, relax herself, but she couldn't keep her eyes from watching each and every move Shaun and Sarah made.
Sorry if I'm too soft, she wanted to apologize. She couldn't stop thinking about the way she looked, the way she felt, the way other men thought of her. Did other men think of her as their type? Did Jimmy—?
"Hey," Conner interrupted her bitter monologue. His voice was as soft as the plushest blanket she'd ever felt. When her eyes met his, her nervousness melted away. He wiped the tear that had nearly fallen from her eye. "It'll be alright. Just trust me."
She nodded, taking hold of him as if it was second nature. Sabrina diverted her thoughts, allowing her and Conner's bodies to sway in joint, fluid motions, ignoring the world around them as much as they could.
Conner's hands moved up from her waist, his fingers touching at her cheek when Sabrina's eyes began to wander to her ex-boyfriend. Finally, Shaun had caught their gaze. Conner guided her cheek so she was facing him, and in one swift motion he planted his lips onto hers. The alcohol and taste of their mouths melded into one, Sabrina's lip gloss smudging in that very moment.
Lips parted, hot breaths met, and hands wandered. For once in much too long, she felt the comfortable twist in the pit of her stomach that forced her hips a hint closer to Conner's. Drunken minds took over for a brief moment, and before their tongues could meet, Sabrina could think of nothing more than Shaun's penetrating stare into their conjoined mouths and compressed bodies.
She became uncomfortable in an instant.
When they parted, Sabrina wiped at the edge of her mouth with her thumb. Her cheeks burned and Conner's hands returned to her waist where they belonged for the time being.
"Too much?" Conner asked.
"No, fine," she said with a shake of her head. "I think I'm ready to go. I got what I wanted."
She got what she wanted, yet she wondered why she felt like shit for doing it.
Sabrina and Conner were scarcely out of the club when Conner was pulled back by an anonymous hand.
"What the bleeding hell was that?" Shaun shouted, staring down Conner, then shifting his gaze to Sabrina, who was unsure of how to meet his glare.
"She's not your girlfriend anymore, mate. You missed your chance," Conner answered.
"In front of me, B? Are you fucking serious?" Shaun asked, looking past Conner once again to try and find a crack in Sabrina's exterior. Her soft shell was always easiest to get through to in a tense moment.
"Don't talk to her," Conner said. Sabrina averted her eyes, looking behind Shaun to see Sarah hurriedly approaching behind him.
"What are you, her fucking bodyguard? She can answer for herself. Right Sabrina?" Conner asked.
"Shaun, stop it!" Sarah screamed, "Leave them alone!"
Everything following then had been a blur to Sabrina. Her anxiety took over, rendering her silent for the better part of half an hour. This was particularly bad considering she was drunk, too. Conner had ushered them into a taxi once they'd left the club, figuring that after the night Sabrina had had, it would be far better than tubing back home.
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"Sorry I kissed you," Sabrina mumbled as she stuck her key upside down into the lock. She corrected her error, blinking away the blur from her vision in the meantime.
"Sorry?" Conner replied, not hearing her.
"Sorry for causing a scene," she said instead. She didn't want to fully apologize for the kiss. She hadn't known if it was her who had commenced it or if Conner had, and she didn't want to offend him if that was the case.
"You didn't," he said, surprised. "It's not your fault, you know?"
They trekked up the stairs, shoes echoing on the walls of the bare stairway. Sabrina got her flat key ready. Since Conner lived outside of London—a city Sabrina couldn’t remember the name of—she let him crash at her flat after leaving the club.
She didn't answer him, her mind was too muddled for her to be able to form a whole response. Instead, she let out what sounded like an irritated sigh.
"What are you thinking, Sab?" he asked.
The answer stewed in her mind for a moment longer than she would've liked. But she wanted to keep from giving Conner a disingenuous response. Her keys jingled in the key bowl beside the door and Sabrina peeled her heels off her calves for the second time, the dirt and sweat addled soles of her feet made balancing on the slippery wood floors a difficult task. With one foot on the rug in front of the sofa for leverage, Sabrina flopped onto the sofa with a sigh.
"I made him mad. But at what cost? I don't feel any better," she said, finally looking up at Conner.
He pulled his jumper off, tossing it idly onto the spot beside Sabrina on the sofa. "Well I don't think he would've hit you. Especially not in a public place."
"He could've gone after you," Sabrina said regrettably. She had wanted to get out of the sausage skin that her dress had become, but the comfort of the sofa overpowered her urge to undress.
Her eyes met his again when he didn't respond right away. There was a look in Conner's eye that Sabrina couldn't quite make out.
"Sabrina..." Conner started, "You're too good for this world," he chuckled.
"Then why does everyone keep screwing me over?" She teased with an indignant laugh.
"You're someone's dream girl, Sab," Conner trailed off, his eyes falling down to where her hand steadied her body on the brown suede sofa. His hand touched her wrist softly, the warmth was polarizing against her cool skin.
Sabrina was more than familiar with the tone in his voice, having heard it many times from others in the moments before a kiss. Inside her, something went rotten and she felt like slinking away from Conner. Her inner instincts warned her otherwise, but her thoughts said otherwise. What if he was the one she belonged with? What if this was their first night into forever? She scarcely wanted to pass on the chance.
But Sabrina quickly realized when Conner leaned in further that he wasn't her forever. Then, he was too quick for her to pull back. Conner kissed Sabrina with a more urgent force, like he had been ramping up to it all night, hungry for more after their first kiss on the dance floor.
Sabrina squeaked in shock when his tongue found its way into her mouth, but she figured Conner must have mistaken it for a sound of confidence, as he placed his hand on her cheek and pulled her in tighter to his lips. Her heart began to race. In the kiss, she found that she was lost, unsure of what to do. So she sat still, waiting for Conner to decide he'd had his fill of her.
He took in a breath, pursing his lips inward, "Was that alright?" he asked.
With a swallow, Sabrina nodded insistently. "Great," she said softly, of course a lie. She could feel his alcohol and cigarette-ridden saliva drying on her lips. She remembered there was a lip scrub in her bathroom cabinet...
"You want to keep going?" He asked, his hand gentle, yet firm on her thigh. Her body gave her mixed signals: brain saying to stop, body begging to continue. It was so long since she'd last been touched.
"Sure," Sabrina replied with a nod, ignoring her brain for the time being. It had been so long since she had gotten this sort of attention. From anyone. She didn’t want to say no.
Conner's palm on her thigh was clammy, and she could feel her skin dampening in his touch. Sabrina ignored all this, relishing in the feeling of being given positive reinforcement. Now her heart beat faster, but she began to feel more comfortable with Conner. The damp of his hands was starting to become more of a desirable feeling.
It was then that Sabrina knew she'd jumped off the deep end.
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The late May air was colder than she had anticipated it to be the next morning. Despite having gone out the night before, the air felt different. Sabrina felt different.
She rubbed her tired, bare face and regretted it in an instant. Sabrina had touched all manner of dirty railings and doors on the tube ride over to Notting Hill Gate. She groaned and made the right turn into Boots.
The smell of Conner's cologne was stuck on her cardigan. He wound up sleeping on the sofa, his head resting on her cardigan which had lay haphazardly on the sofa’s arm. She didn't know whether to wash it or chuck the sweater in the garbage. Any thought that deferred her mind from the previous night was welcome. While Sabrina stopped Conner before they’d wind up having any sort of intimacy past kissing on her sofa, the less she thought about it, the better.
Over the course of the train ride to Boots, she had repeated her shopping list over and over in her mind. She knew she had forgotten something, since she'd left her shopping list in her flat, but acetone, shaving cream, and razors were a must for this trip. Sabrina was content enough with that.
This Boots branch was one Sabrina already memorized like the back of her hand, and she grabbed the green acetone bottle from the nail polish section before making a beeline for the hair removal section.
Sabrina looked closely at the razor options before her. Why did there need to be so many options, she asked herself. She reached for a pack of Venus razors, fifteen three-blade razors went for £5. Surely there was a better option. Sabrina searched for a five-blade.
Finally, tucked in the back of a pile of three-blades, Sabrina pulled the package of ten five-blade razors. There was no price, of course, so she knew she'd be surprised at the till when she was ready to pay. She shook the thought away, reaching for the distinct pink can of Skintimate shaving cream she'd been buying for the last ten years, and cutting through the back-end of the store to avoid any extra foot traffic.
Sabrina was usually this quick at Boots, leaving a minute or two for her to speculate what it was from her list that she had been missing. She stood in the middle of the store as people walked around her, oblivious to her presence.
In a move of hesitance, she took a step towards Hair Care. There were only two people in the makeshift aisle. One man dressed head to toe in black, the other, an elderly woman. She paid little mind to either of them as she perused the shampoos.
Pantene, Garnier, Herbal Essences....she wasn't sure which one looked best. She plucked the Pantene off the shelf and took a whiff of the Peachy scent. It was certainly undeniable. Sabrina took one off the shelf and tossed it into her basket. Shampoo and conditioner weren't exactly what she had been looking for, but—
"Sabrina?" a gentle voice asked; nasally. The black clothed man.
Sabrina turned, losing grip of the conditioner bottle in shock when she saw who had just identified her. "Jimmy." It was like his name was a button she could press in order to kick-start her heart. Her cheeks flushed and her ears grew fiery hot.
A smile spread across his face, the dimples in his cheeks turning into a multilayered smile. He leant over, reaching for the conditioner on the floor and placed it into Sabrina's basket. Then a whiff of something good and intoxicating lingered in her nose. "Don't look so happy to see me," he teased with a smirk. The five o'clock shadow on his chin made her draw in an extra breath of stability. Fuck he smelled delicious.
"I—" Sabrina stammered. Her brain was empty. "How are you? How was America?"
His curls were tousled, cheeks and eyes puffy, indicative of a good night's rest. It was as if he tumbled out of bed and still managed to look entirely put together. Unlike Sabrina. Try as she might, the one back strand of her hair was still frizzed out beyond belief, there was a stain on her sweater she hadn't known the origin of, and her socks were mismatched.
"I've been—It was good, great. Heat was miserable. Erm," Jimmy surveyed her face and body language, "Everything alright? You look..." he couldn't find the words.
"Not really, no. Long night. Strange night." Sabrina couldn't help but be honest. The elderly woman beside them took notice of Jimmy in the moment. Sabrina had seen her walk over and take a peek. Jimmy was none the wiser.
He nodded in understanding, "Happens to the best of us," he paused, "Listen, uh, sorry about calling you." Sabrina furrowed her eyebrows. "About two weeks ago," he continued.
"Oh! Gosh, I nearly forgot," her heart sank to her stomach, "I figured it was a mistake or something. That you didn't mean to call..."
"Erm, no. Not really. But it's fine, I got everything settled."
Sabrina took a half step back. Cardiac arrest was around the corner but she played it off expertly. "Oh?"
"Just a little accident with one of the suits. A stitch caught on my nail and—pshh, it's so stupid. I'm sorry for bothering you on a Friday night."
“Did you manage to get it fixed?” Sabrina asked earnestly. She began to mentally arrange plans for him to take the suit back to the store so she could manage a quick fix for him, but he stopped her just as she began to imagine them back in the fitting area, close as could be. She nearly shuddered at the thought. Good or bad, she couldn’t tell.
“Yeah, I found an emergency sewing kit and, uh, I patched it up myself.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I had mishaps all the time back in the Led Zeppelin days. I didn’t think, I just called before even rationalizing…Sorry.”
“No, no, I’m sorry!” Sabrina insisted, “I was having dinner with my family in Brent Cross, so I was just really…” she sighed, watching the way the look in his eye changed, “I don’t know. It would've been a welcome distraction.”
“Right,” Jimmy chuckled, his cheeks widening with his smile. All Sabrina could think about was grabbing his cheeks like her gran always pinched hers as a child. Disgusted, she shook the thought from her mind. “Well, even if you did answer, I don’t think you could’ve helped me all the way in Brent Cross.”
“Yeah, unfortunately not. But for your next fashion emergency, I hope I won’t be too far away.”
“I’ll just have to hire you to take care of my clothing mishaps, then. Have you on-call 24/7,” Jimmy teased. Sabrina’s heart beat a little faster in her chest.
“Double my pay at Clarence’s or nothing,” she teased back with a giggle. A giggle? She was only slightly mortified at her response.
“Done.”
She could no longer tell whether or not he was joking. Another customer walked past the two, eyeing Jimmy wildly like he’d just seen the Queen or something. Jimmy took no notice, but Sabrina saw the way the man watched her; predatory, almost jealous that she—a lowly woman was talking to thee Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin fame. The second her eyes met his, the man averted his gaze, paying much closer attention to the purple box dye beside him than to Jimmy and Sabrina. Or so she hoped.
“What?” she blurted out.
“I’d hire you to come work for me. Triple pay," he nearly shrugged.
“Now you’re pulling my leg,” Sabrina rolled her eyes.
“I’ve got the money, Sab. Don’t doubt how serious I can be,” Jimmy smirked. It was the sort of shit-eating smirk he gave when he knew he could win her over; when he hoped his far reaches would be taken as something more. Sabrina’s palms began to sweat. “Plus, I could take you on tour with me. I bet you’d be fun on tour.”
“Yeah, alright. Talk to my boss about it, I’m sure he’d be thrilled to have his best employee whisked off by a rock star.” She hoped she sounded like she had been deterring him rather than egging him on.
A third man shuffled by. His quick glance up at Jimmy stopped him in his tracks. Sabrina could tell the man was starstruck. Jesus, how recognizable is he? she wondered to herself. Again, Jimmy took no notice. He seemed to only have eyes for her. Now her mouth felt like someone had stuffed ten cotton balls into it. While she wanted to stay stuck bantering with Jimmy, she felt a bigger urge to run away from the Boots’ customers' prying eyes.
“Excuse me,” the third man interjected. “Jimmy?”
Snapped out of his and Sabrina’s playful trance, Jimmy blinked and the joyful demeanor was replaced by a false one, “Yeah, that’s me.”
“Aw man. Been a huge fan since I was a kid. Would you mind signing something for me?”
Uncomfortable watching the interaction take place, Sabrina made brief eye contact with Jimmy once again, telling him through her expression that she’d be going. Without waiting for a nod or response of disagreement, she rushed to the till.
The sweat on her palms transferred onto the shampoo and conditioner bottles that she hadn’t planned on picking up. She took in a deep breath, Jimmy’s cologne remaining in her nostrils for one final inhale, distracting from the heady smell left on her cardigan from the night before. She was glad to have stopped to pick out some extra hair products.
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a special thank you to @jonesyjonesyjonesy for beta reading this (esp while she's on vacation!!)
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YALL WHAT SHOULD I WRITE FIRST
Okay!! so both of these are coming at some point!! i have some requests i’ve been working on and i’ve also been working on my original novel (that i hope to get published one day) but i really want to start working on one of my fairytale retellings/AUs(technically not more AU than a regular fic lol)/whatever you want to call them.
But i can’t pick which one to do first!!
- Beauty and the Beast retelling
-Darkling/General Kirigan x reader currently,, but i’m willing to listen to arguments for making this more SOC based and Kaz Brekker x reader, but i think the beauty and the beast theme works better for more SAB based story
- currently focuses on the reader agreeing to take someone’s place as General Kirigan’s prisoner/someone that has to work for him
- I think the plot is going to focus on the reader being a powerful grisha which is part of the reason he took her (like a strong heartrender that can manipulate emotions really precisely,, still unsure if i’d rather her be just human)
- the reader is low key really impressed with the Little Palace bc she grew up in poverty but she’s trying really hard not to be
- the (slight) AU part is that Kirigan needs someone of ‘pure heart’ to fall for the person beneath the darkness to unlock more power than ever bc of an ancient curse (and the person of ‘pure heart’ is the reader bc she has no ulterior motive to like him)
- but then he’s like!! i like her--oh no i like her
- i see Genya as mrs potts lowkey like she knows that Kirigan wants to win the reader’s love and she’s like trying to help lol
- Alina lowkey hyping up their connection
- Reader being all sunshiney and a sweetheart who is literally immune to Kirigan’s angst
- enemies to lovers excellence
- jealous kirigan,, jealous kirigan,,, jealous kirigan
- protective boyfriend vibes wayyy before they start dating lmao
- honestly a lot of acting cute together but still being like ‘i hate u’
- Anastasia retelling
- Kaz Brekker x reader
- based lowkey more on the musical than the disney movie (the only real difference in the musical is that someone thinks about killing Anastasia for the Russian revolution)
- the plot would focus on the return of annual rumors of a princess that might have survived a massacre at the palace
- i would create my own country in the grishaverse for the reader to be the princess of so that i can give it the history i need for my story
- so you know how in Anastasia Dimitri worked at the palace and he saved Anastasia?? my idea for this one is that the Dregs were hired to kill the royal family that the reader is a part of and bc of what he considers a lapse of judgement, Kaz helps the reader escape bc she was the youngest there and they had an interaction that like tugged at him
- anywayssss.... fast forward years later and Kaz is as hardened as he is in the SOC books, he thinks that the princess he helped died anyways bc he saw her run off in the wrong direction
- but!! the princess’s royal grandmother is still looking for her and this year she’s offering more kruge than ever for the return of her missing granddaughter
- Kaz runs into the reader after she tries to pickpocket him and when he realizes that she’s an orphan that looks enough like Anastasia (same hair color, same eye color, etc) with amnesia he’s like ‘it’s perfect’
- the reader is like ?? i don’t know any royal traditions or anything about the royal family,, and also im indentured to this guy who is not going to like this
- and Kaz is like don’t worry about that guy
- the reader is like ?? don’t worry--
- and he’s like yeahh,, i’ll pull some strings (he’s not really pulling strings, he’s paying for her time but he would never tell the reader that bc it makes her seem valuable and no one wants their time ‘purchased’)
- and then princess training starts!! the reader has to study on family history through textbooks but she still has like no formal etiquette skills and Kaz is like ‘i have a merchling that was part of high society, he can teach you table manners’
- Wylan is like you have a what now?? and Kaz is like shut up
- the reader agrees obviously bc Kaz is like i could kill you,, you did try to steal from me, but he’s also like ‘if you’re made a princess you can pay off your indenture and the indentures of your friends’
- lots of the crows being best friends with the reader in this one
- the reader is a gifted medic but touching blood makes her feel ill bc of trauma
- im thinking of making her a tailor to explain why she brought in so much money for the people she worked for (because she could make herself look like anyone’s type) but im thinking that subplot might complicate things but i do want her to be grisha so maybe a squaller?? idk
- throughout the story im going to have Kaz think about how he lowkey regrets letting the girl go at the beginning bc it’s an unfinished job technically and bc the family was evil and they did bad by their people
- reader realizes that she’s been romanticizing this family and that theyre actually bad and she’d rather just stay with the crows
- kaz realizes he wants the reader to stay
- both being too prideful to say anything until the reader is like ‘screw it’ but before she can tell kaz (the night before her coronation) kaz is like pls tell me you don’t think you’re her and the reader is like i said i wouldn’t lie to you
- and kaz is genuinely considering killing her to like finish what was started and bc he really hates that family (i’ll explain why he hates the family in the fic lol)
- enemies to lovers bc it’s my favorite,,
- a lot of everyone being confused on how the reader is allowed to get away with half the stuff kaz allows and then whenever anyone is like YALL ARE ACTING LIKE A COUPLE the reader is like ??this is just how i act? and everyones like YEAH BUT KAZ DOESNT LET PEOPLE ACT LIKE THAT
- and kaz is like i literally dont know what ur talking about i yelled at her this morning,, i promise i did, it’s not my fault u didn’t see it--i totally yelle--
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yall i lowkey want to write both of these NOW but i need to learn impulse control pls,, help lol
AND I DIDNT EVEN TELL YALL ABOUT MY TANGLED OR HADES&PERSEPHONE RETELLING IDEAS MUAHAHAHA PLS SOMEONE MAKE ME STOP IM SUCH A SIMP FOR RETELLINGS
#shadow and bone#six of crows#shadow and bone x reader#six of crows x reader#soc imagine#soc#soc netflix#soc x you#six of crows imagine#shadow and bone imagine#shadow and bone fic#shadow and bone show#shadow and bone fanfic#shadow and bone netflix#general kirigan x reader#general kirigan#general kirigan x you#the darkling#the darkling x reader#the darkling imagine#the darkling x you#kaz brekker x reader#kaz brekker imagine#kaz brekker#kaz brekker x you#grishaverse#grishaverse imagine#grishaverse imagines#the Grishaverse#grishaverse x reader
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Just for fun, are there any circumstances under which you might have actually shipped S-lki? I'm not a fan of it either but sometimes when I have a NOtp I try to make it over in my mind until its palatable lol
Unpopular opinion, but actually yes, because I enjoyed Sylvie and I honestly loved her dynamic with Loki in the moments where he wasn't acting weird and lovestruck and, her, uncomfortable lmao. I liked when they were arguing, exchanging quips, when Sylvie would call Loki out on something and he wouldn't be able to argue with it bc he knows she's right (and I wish there could've been more of it from Loki's side too towards her, fair dos and all that).
The problem for me is mostly two-fold:
- Yes, as far as we can tell they are the same being, share the same family members and are for all intents and purposes more or less twins (not quite, but that's about as close as one can get to a real life comparison and it's mostly true). Again, this alone didn't necessarily have to be a dealbreaker for me, but I don't like that it's never really addressed? Yes, Mobius acknowledges it as strange and maybe even toxic in Loki's last interrogation, but I feel like we're being led to believe this isn't a reliable take to have on the relationship because Mobius is feeling angry and betrayed and speaking from a place of hurt. Like yall, even Jamie and Cersei are known to have debated the strangeness of their dynamic back and forth. There were real, tangible consequences. Cause like, if you're going to do a plot that is more or less incestuous? Don't be a fucking coward about it. Acknowledge it for what it is instead of pretending that everyone's discomfort with the situation is just contingent on shallow factors (you know this was their attempt to shut up anyone in the audience that had issues lol). OR make her not a Loki variant maybe. She could have easily been Amora for instance and we could've avoided this whole discussion. I'm not even sure why making her 'another Loki' was so necessary tbh, considering there are apparently no female Lokis anyway except for her. Even though Loki is supposed to be genderfluid and chaotic regardless so why on earth WOULDN'T there be more if not QUITE A FEW fem Lokis running around- is anyone else's brain melting yet?
- The other issue for me being the fact that Loki falls so hard, so fast, trusts her so hard, so fast, and reprioritizes everything so that she is first. His ultimate motive and concern is her. Now, short of him being under an enchantment, I find this behavior both an annoying and nonsensical choice for what we know of Loki's character thus far, and establishing the potential of a romance between Sylvie and Loki doesn't necessarily require dumbing Loki down and changing his personality completely or even making Sylvie his first priority after they've known each other a collective 12 hours. Compared to Lokius, we see the slow progression of Loki lowering his walls for Mobius and gradually, piece by piece, falling into a kind of trust with him. We see Loki's eyes start to light up more and more every time Mobius talks or does something and it just seems a lot more organic of a progression to the character we've been watching for the past 10 years. And I mean...even after Lokius' development heavy scenes in ep 1 and 2, Loki ultimately still chooses to go through the portal door and against what he promised Mobius he didn't do. Whether this was justified of him or not is another debate, but I can say that it feels much more naturally 'Loki' to make many missteps in a close relationship first and not necessarily jump right to prioritizing that person above all things after a few cute dates. Because ultimately Loki has trust issues and giving all of himself like that to anyone so quickly, after knowing them such a short time doesn't feel honest. I can't imagine Loki trusting anyone that hard without first having a long period of development in which he fears it and subconsciously tries to sabotage things. GIVE ME CONFLICT.
- I lied, it's three-fold and this one is a lot simpler, because we literally got two episodes of a carefully constructed, slowburn, gentle dismantling of Loki's defensive walls with Lokius, such that really felt like a natural beginning to a close dynamic for a character that has never and probably will never trust easily, and then by the end of ep 3 we're told 'nevermind forget about that, Loki's in love with this person now ok?' and it's just...weird? Why not just focus the entire show on that so we're not having to deal with the whiplash that results from 6 episodes essentially being two different shows entirely? Why not give most of the time to the relationship you've deemed should be most important to Loki? It might have been better! It's like when the person with the stronger presentation goes first and leaves everyone after them to pale in comparison lol. It's strange to, in the same 6-ep length show, give Loki both well-written and forced relationships and expect the audience to find them both equally good. It's also not fair to whatever potential Loki and Sylvie might have ever had tbh.
-But honestly...the relationship was always going to be stronger/better as platonic, considering especially Marvel's history of mashing together any fem-presenting person with any masculine-presenting person that shares screentime with them. There is nothing about them, imo, that begs anything other than frenemies/chaotic twins/gay bestfriends.
That said though, yes, it could have been better and it maybe could have even been something I enjoyed if some simple alternatives had been taken instead.
But this is just my take, as always your mileage may vary
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Arthur Doyle: Battle of the Flirts
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Pairings: Arthur Doyle x reader (Fem Bi reader)
Genre: Slice o life
Warnings: Alcohol
Words: 1650
Comments: So this is my first ikevamp fic lol its probs ganna be shit cause you best know i didn't proof read before posting lol(˶◕‿◕˶✿) Thanx so much @zazax42 for giving me the suggestion/idea! Hope yall enjoy it!
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The week seemed to drag on and on, and you were overloaded with chores. You had finally finished doing all the housework for the day, and to be honest you were absolutely exhausted.
It was a miracle that you still had enough energy left to drag yourself up the stairs. Once you made it to your room, you threw yourself onto your bed. Vic hopped up onto the bed and looked at you with his big brown eyes.
“You know you have caused me a the biggest headache today.” He gave a small whine as if to apologise for the trouble he had cause you, and you couldn't help but give the poor doggo a tired smile, there was no way you could stay mad at him, especially when he gave you such cute puppy dog eyes.
“It’s alright Vic you are forgiven, just don’t do it again.” He wagged his tail and licked your face and proceeded to dash out of the room, probably to cause some more mischief, no doubt.
You turned your head to look at you cupboard hanging open, you spotted the little black dress you had bought yourself a few weeks ago. Geez, how long has it been since you’ve been out with friends? Since arriving at the mansion it has been all work, thanks to a certain slave driving butler.
Your thoughts were interrupted, when the British writer entered your room. “You look positively exhausted love,” he looked down at you, with eyes filled to the brim with love and affection.
You were dramatically sprawled out across your bed. “And whose fault would that be, my dearest Arthur.”
Arthur gave you an apologetic smile as he flopped down on the bed beside you, “yes, well, I suppose I should apologise for Vic’s behaviour”.
You propped yourself up on your elbows and narrowed your eyes at your lover. “You do realise I spent the whole afternoon picking up shredded pieces of Mozart’s sheet music off the lawn, not even to mention the fact that someone had to talk some sense into the grumpy musician, as he was insisting on giving your precious dog away in your absence. Plus Sabastian had a field day with taking all his frustrations out on me, for what Vic had done.”
Arthur then sat up and kissed you on your temple, “thank you love, for defending Vic’s honour, and I am terribly sorry I wasn’t here to help clean up and listen to Mozart’s and Sabastion’s whining. Although you must admit, angry Sabs is quite the amusing sight,” Arthur said with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
You cracked a little smile, “well, I suppose I got to see that big vein pop out of his forehead, hehe and also it was pretty funny to see how red Mozart got in his anger. I wish you could have seen it! I didn't think anyone could go redder than poor old Isaac, but after seeing Mozart so angry, I think he could give apple boy a run for his money.” Arthur chuckled at the thought of the angry butler and pianist, “It sounds like both you and I deserve a stiff drink for, the troublesome day we both had.”
“More like two stiff drinks, for all the complaining I had to endure today,” you said with a bright smile as you gave Arthur a quick peck on the lips.
“Well, then hun, hows about we go to the bar for a drink or two, I’ll meet you at the main door in 30 minutes.” You smiled and quickly got dressed, you decided to wear that pretty black dress that has been hanging in your cupboard for weeks now.
After 30 minutes of changing and getting ready, you met Arthur by the front door. “Why, don’t you just look positively fetching, in that pretty black little number,” Arthur said while gently taking your hand in his and leading you out the entrance to the waiting carriage.
“Right back at ya,” you chuckled while doing your awkward finger guns.
The place was super lit, and it was amazing that you and Arthur managed to find two open seats at the bar. “Two whiskeys on the rock please.”
You and Arthur sipped on your drinks and enjoyed the light banter that flowed between the two of you. Just as you were making a witty comeback to one of Arthur’s flirty comment, the bartender placed a drink down in front of you, “From the woman in the pink dress,” he said with a wink and a smile.
“Ah I’m sorry about that Luv, it seems the women in his bar hasn’t received the news yet, that I am a taken man,” before Arthur could finish his comment the bartender corrected him, “Excuse me, sir, I think there has been a misunderstanding, this drink isn’t for you, it is actually meant for her,” he nodding in your direction with a smile.
You gave Arthur a bright smile, “ohoho, it’s for me, is it.”
You burst out in laughter and said in a mocking voice, “it seems the women in this bar hasn’t received the news yet, that I am a taken woman.”
Arthur took a big sip of his drink, trying to mask his embarrassment. You eyed him curiously and gave him the biggest brightest smile. For a big old flirt, he certainly was cute, especially the way his ears would go all red as he blushed.
He playfully put his hand over your mouth to muffle your laughing, “Okay okay, I get it, you’ve had your fun,” he gave you his signature smirk while still carrying remnants of the blush and embarrassment on his cheeks. You cradled Arthur’s cheeks in your hands, still wearing a big grin, “don’t be cross dear, you know I used to be quiet the flirt back in the day.”
Arthur’s eyes lit up in curiosity, “is that so.” You kissed the tip of his nose and let go of his face, “jip, no man or woman could resist my charm,” you said as you gave him a flirty wink.
“Well my luv, I can most definitely see that, because you certainly are, a-dor-a-ble,” he said while giving you a little boop on the nose. “I’m not cute, I’m sexy,” you huffed out with a slight pout.
“Of course you are sweetheart, you are most definitely the cutest fluffies woman in the whole world,” he said while patting your head and ruffling your hair.
“Oooh I’ll show you cute Arthur Doyle!” You then pulled your lover into a headlock, ruffling his hair the same way he had ruffled yours moments ago.
“Well then love, how’s about a friendly little wager”, you let go of him and narrowed your eyes, “I’m listening..”
“The one who can get the most women’s telephone numbers in the next hour wins,” Arthur said with the most playful glint in his eyes.
“What’s the catch?” you asked eyeing him suspiciously
Arthur smirked at you and continued to explain the rules. “Loser has to pick up after Vic for 2 whole weeks and has to be the winner’s personal slave for the day,”
You gave Arthur a challenging gaze and decided to raise the stakes slightly “Alright but, the loser also has to do the laundry for the next two weeks and has to change their name to Deez Nutz for the duration of the time.”
Arthur thought for a second and then nodded “Alright, time starts NOW”
The two of you scattered into your own directions and started working your magic on every woman in the bar, no woman was safe. It felt like mere seconds had passed, before the hour was up. You and Arthur regrouped at the bar and presented each other with the phone numbers that you managed to get.
“I’ll go first luv,” the two of you counted all the scrap pieces of papers and napkins together, “let’s see if you can beat 5, luv, you know there is no shame in backing out of the bet now, although I will take great pleasure in calling you Deez Nutz for the next two weeks,” Arthur said with a triumphant smile.
“No, no don’t worry about me old boy, I am quite confident I have this in the bag, I hope you like doing laundry.” You emptied out your purse and pockets of all the pieces of paper, you also showed Arthur’s your arms and hands as three women had written their phone numbers on them.
“I… I can’t believe this,” Arthur looked at the stack of phone numbers in disbelief. “I believe that is 15, I win”, you playfully patted and ruffled Arthur’s hair. “Looks like we know who the cute one is and who the true sexy one is after all. I do believe, I warned you that I was quite the ladies lady back in the day,” you said while bursting into laughter. “Plus nothing screams sexy like this sexy black dress”, you said while tracing your hand over the curves of your body. Your black dress was perfect, conservative enough not to show too much, yet body-hugging enough to show off your every curve.
Arthur simply hung his head in defeat. You couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him “Aww don’t be cross with me, love”, you gave him a little kiss on the cheek and gently took hold of one of his hands lacing your fingers with his “You know, even though I am a babe magnet, my heart will always belong to you, Deez Nutz,” you said while pushing your lips together trying to stifle a laugh.
Arthur simply groaned and buried his face in is hands. This was most definitely going to be the longest 2 weeks of his life
Turns out your horrible day want so horrible after all
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another muse that makes up for ollie nd sab being biches bc dis one is pure love, sunshine and rainbows and everything nice :((((((
illness tw
[ if i die young: muse a | camila morrone, female, she/her ] — have you seen clara esperanza luna, the medical student around oxford yet? i hear the twenty three year old can be delicate and gullible, but those who know them insist that they are perceptive and compassionate. rumour has it that she persuaded her doctor to lie about her condition. is it true? only time will tell.
her name means clear hope ( clara esperanza )
which is honestly so pure nd soft i wanna cri about it
nd her surnames means moon ( luna )
i just wanna :(((
n e way back 2 her
she’s fun loving, adventurous and free spirited ( think margo from paper towns )
sneaking out of her house nd all that fancy jazz
it isn’t a house... it’s a goddamn estate
she likes ballet, singing, painting, sailing she luvs the sea sm, animals and such
she has such a weakness for animals?? like if she sees one on the road she’d instantly adopt it
but that never happens bc her parents r super super strict
like ??? u can never go out of the house clara no
like she never got a debut into high society too bc her parents got rlly paranoid about it
so only a select people ( for example: the balfours bc they’re business partners. ) actually know she’s rich af?
which is what she wants anyway bc she’s rlly down to earth and really doesn’t care for the money nd crap
which is why she found a way to escape
she’s an only child
which makes her even more precious to her parents
oh and her family r like old rich folks
even her parents don’t know how or why they rich?? they just are
??? they’re into tons of businesses and invests a lot
so their money basically goes around
OOPS
BUT
THAT
MONEY
COULDN’T
SAVE
THEIR
LITTLE
GIRL
bc here comes the sadness....
ok so one night clara went on her usual night routine.... getting out of the house
nd she succeeded with a help from her friend (ari) :((((
sadness tw illness tw wound tw
it was a fun night like the usual but when she got home her parents were waiting by the door and noticed a cut on the side of her arm ?? that she was so desperately trying to hide
nd like the over reacting parents they were
they took her to the hospital immediately nd the doctors run some tests that clara insisted she didn’t need but?? parents?? do they actually listen?? nO NOT HERS
nd when they got the results back??? the doctor was all :(((( i hate to be the bearer of bad news nd crap but ur daughter is ill.... very ill....
she has chronic lymphocytic leukemia
she goes on and off treatments
bc sometimes shes getting better then it just drops x10
nd uh ya
:(((((
it’s a miracle she’s still alive tbh
so uh she nd al used 2 be a thing
they were really good together nd just shit man
her condition got even worse
nd she had to go to another country to get treated
but she couldn’t tell al that bc :(((( she didn’t want him to know obvs
but she did tell sabrina
nyway otw to the airport she nd her fam got into a mini car accident
and sab ( being the worst at lying )
told al that she died
but she isnt
but it was better that way ig?? bc its been so long now
i say but too much
this got long but yall pls plot w dis cinnamon roll she just wants 2 be luved nd i hope this made sense lmao
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I was tagged by @butwewereanempire , whom I dont actually know but who seems a chill italian who knows her way around cool classical memes, so props for that lmao. Thanks for tagging me, finger guns right back @u!
Nicknames: some people call me Chia,Chiari, some Mari, my sister calls me Piru.. Then a bunch of variations of my name.. Just go with Chiara.
Star Sign: i’m a proud, if somewhat atypical, Capricorn! (my bday is coming up and i’m Full Of Dread)
Height: uh, 169-170 cm? it has been forever since ive measured myself
Time right now: 19:33
Last thing i googled: twitter probably?
Fav music artist(s) : REGINA SPEKTOR OWNS ME. also florence+the machine. Sleeping at last are also cool! Recently I’ve taken more and more of a liking to musicals, too. I like most genres though, and generally dont care much about the artists themselves. Sorry, music nerds.
Last movie i watched: uhhhh man i watch movies so rarelyy. It must have been toy story 2 on tv last week
Last Tv show i watched: i dont...really watch tv shows...im thinking probably stanger things, this summer!
What im wearing right now: I’d make the 90s proud: im wearing a colorful jumper my mother bought in 1992, and a pair of jeans from 1999 gifted to me by my aunt because she didnt fit inside them anymore
When i created this blog:July 2013.... rip in pieces
The kind of stuff i post: dank memes, fandom stuff, and my drawings!
Do i have any other blogs: I... I do actually, i amone of the mods of badlydrawngriffith give it a looksee folks its kwality. Submit your own gross pigeons.
Do I get asks regularly: Nope! Hardly ever get any, even for art memes or requests. I should be more consistent with my art, i guess! Please send me art asks i have free time and a tablet and a heart full of love
Why did I choose my url: I used to have a really close friend who nicknamed me Kiwi, and i liked the assonance with my name, so chiarathekiwi it was.
Hogwarts House: idk man idk i’d probably be a failed ravenclaw
Pokemon team: my phone died before i could advance to elvel 5 in pokemon go, but i was super gay for candela ever since the leaders were announced, so in my heart of hearts im a valor binch
Fav color: Red!!! i like bright, glossy red, like cherry red or fifties red just. give me the red, man.
Average hours of sleep: i need at least 8 hours of sleep per night to function, but i usually sleep like four hours for three days in a row and then twelve for five days in a row my sleep schedule is fucked man
Lucky number: 2, 3 and 5! I dont know if theyre lucky, i just like them
Favorite character: from what??? you cant just do this to me man i have so many childrennnn.. But listen you know who is a precious, beloved baby? Mob from mob psycho 100. Protecc.
Number of Blankets: screw blankets i got a duvet, get on my level fuckers
Dream Job: trophy wife. Like, grade school participation prize trophy wife.
Following: 1,175. dang thats a lot of people, i just love cool artists so i follow all of them! and some of them have personal and art blogs, so i follow both, and the numbers pile up...
Number of posts: 5,661 Again, rip in piss
I tag my precious homegirl @trieizieme , Hailey @i-am-the-cactus , and my beloved broafs @ofpaintedflowers , @shitan, @theflowoftears Okay listen i’d tag the rest of yall but i dont remember your urls, aslo this way xenia, sab and laicha will b able to tag u i’m being sensible here
tagging also @ohhumbleoddity and @dai-li-sergeant! youre both sweethearts
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