#or having it under NDA and then straight up forgetting about it
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Karma - Chad Meeks
Karma - Chad Meeks
Authors Note: Second part to the Midnights Event, if you love Taylor Swift then go check that out. And make sure to put in your request for SOUR!
MIDNIGHTS EVENT
Word Count: 5717
Warnings: A lot of slut shaming, ghostface
The amount of times i rewrote this and STILL HATED MY WORK LMAO
Enjoy!
You're talking shit for the hell of it
Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant
You're terrified to look down
'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare
Of everyone you burned just to get there
It's coming back around
All you can do is roll your eyes as you see the newest post by your ex boyfriend Chris, ignoring the embarrassed flush your body naturally has as you clear your throat to relax. This was just a string of slut shaming posts that would mean nothing in three weeks when he would dump the newest fling and she would take the stage of scorned slut.
All you had to do was wait.
But as you read the comments left under the childish instagram post calling you prudish your stomach was twisted and you felt like you wanted nothing more than to hide under a rock and starve to death. Rape threats and insults from his teenage boy fanclub? Handle that easily. Multilevel insults from gorgeous females that should have been on your side? They hurt like hell.
Your eyes well with tears at the ‘No one wants her anyways’ comment left by bailytaily before you shut your phone off and slammed it onto the table in front of you. You didn’t come to the library to read comments and cry, you came to study for an exam so that’s what you would do.
But when you threw your phone on the table you had caught the attention of none other than Chad Meeks, who had been hiding in the library to avoid the likes of social media and their obsession with the two time ghostface survivor.
He really didn’t want more pity about the Ethan situation.
He had planned to keep his hood up, study and stay away from everyone but when a loud slam draws his attention from the essay he was writing his eyes drag up to you and for a second he forgets the rest of the world exists. You don’t bother to look at anyone else, instead you go straight to the books, wiping your eyes as casually as you can and Chad has to talk himself out of going to your table.
You wanted time to yourself, she obviously wants time to herself, don’t push it….. Besides she’s not Gale Weathers approved and you don’t need another ghostface roommate.
But he can’t take his eyes off you, and before he knows it he is gathering his things, shouldering his bag and walking over to your table. He sets it all down in a smooth motion, plopping into the seat across from yours and smiling at you when you glare.
“So who is the dick?”
“Oh I’m sorry…. I….” You look around for a moment before looking back to him and smiling at his patient expression. “Do I need to sign an NDA before or after a white dude in a white mask jumps out to stab me?”
“Ouch. That was brutal.” He gasps, and any other moment he would be defensive. But when you say it he has to fight back a laugh. “Well I haven’t gotten any cocky phone calls so I think we’re good. You wanna tell me about the dick now?”
“Ex.”
“What’d he do?”
You hesitate a moment, eyes glancing around the library to see everyone already staring at the two of you. Of course they would, you had just been publicly humiliated and Chad Meeks had been….. well .
But then you see his eyebrows raise, and a nervous gleam in his eye and you give in.
You explain that you had been dating the deans son, a very popular kid that came from a very rich family. And things had been going great until you found out he was sleeping with other girls, and when you confronted him about it he had released some…..explicit photos of you.
“So you’re the enemy right now?”
“Someone has to be.” You shrug, and turn back to your work. But Chad keeps his eyes on you as he comes up with a plan, nodding his head and smiling when he figures out what to do.
“Let’s take him down then.”
“Oh yeah?” You laugh, watching his smile widen even more. “How do you want to take down the prince of this school? Word of the wise? He’s an untouchable white boy.”
“Yeah?” He asks, leaning forward on the table, drumming his fingers along as you lean forward to match him.
“Yeah.”
“Well I’m Chad Meeks- Martin.”
“So?”
“No one knows Karma like a ghostface survivor.”
And I keep my side of the street clean
You wouldn't know what I mean
You had planned to make your first appearance with him at a frat party, his choosing, and he had insisted he come over to help you get ready.
So there he sat on your dorm bed in a loose short sleeve button down with jeans and a simple gold bracelet, oozing confidence. But you couldn’t help but notice the way he covered his stomach whenever someone talked to him, like he was hiding it even though the shirt already did.
But it wasn’t your business.
“Okay let’s go over the rules again.” You sigh, showing him a dress which he immediately shakes his head no to.
“We’ve gone over the rules dozens of times.” He groans, falling back into your mattress. “No bad mouthing, no fighting, no sex talk. Your image is important, we are just cleaning it up. We will attend this party together, get pictures and I will be good to go and you will no longer be the ‘scorned slut’.”
“I do not sound that robotic.”
“Yeah, you actually do.” He sasses, lifting his head to watch you for a moment. You walk into the bathroom and come out in a dress that has his eyebrows lifting. “I thought you said no fighting?”
You stand there confused, face heating at his attention before he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “You plus that dress plus frat party, tell me math nerd……what does that equal?”
“Aaaaa……..bunch of fun?” You start skeptically, laughing when he claps his hands with a ‘WHOOP’ and dives off the bed to reach you.
“Let’s take this fool down!”
So you both showed up the the party and Chad kept his hand on the small of your back as people snapped photos of you both with the flash. After a moment he grabs you both drinks and drags you to the dance floor.
When you wake up the next morning your feed is filled with pictures of the two of you, the ones at the door where you had obviously posed but then they descend into real pictures of the two of you on the dance floor having a blast.
Without really thinking about it you saved that photo to your phone.
'Cause karma is my boyfriend
Karma is a god
Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend
Karma's a relaxing thought
Aren't you envious that for you it's not?
The party had been fun, Chris’ attack had not been. Honestly the joke was on you for even trying, you should have known to just leave it alone.
Because three days after that party Chris uploads a picture of him posing in a ghostface mask with the caption ‘Screwing the survivor and she still won’t get a role’. Wow. Just wow. You were just about to scroll through the comments when there was a heavy knock on the door and your roommate was grunting out in anger.
Tip toeing to the door and sneaking a look to find Chad in the hallway, looking tired as ever as he fixes his hoodie with one hand and holds two coffee cups with ease in his right hand. You open the door slowly, an apologetic look on your face. “I’m so sorry….”
His eyebrows pinch together in confusion at your whisper before he casts a quick look over your shoulder to see your roommate and then without a word nods his head for you to come into the hall. He watches you move to grab your own hoodie and waits to lead you to the common room, handing you the coffee he got for you before shrugging.
“That was bullshit.”
“I know and I am so sorry, honestly I can’t even imagine-”
“No. I mean a bullshit response. I’ve been stabbed nearly 20 times and that’s all he’s got? I’m not standing for half assed slander here, we are upping our game.” Chad smiles and when your eyes widen at his own expression he finds himself feeling absolutely giddy. “How do you feel about football?”
“Never seen a single game.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Cause my ‘girlfriend’ needs to be at my game, wearing my jersey of course.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because the dean attends all my games, don’t you know? He takes our groups publicity very seriously.”
You smile and hug him before he can react, breathing in the soft cologne scent before wrapping his left arm around you very slowly.
Sweet like honey, karma is a cat
Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
So there you sat on a friday night, hair and makeup done up as you huddled close to your roommate for warmth, laughing as she tried to fix her leather skirt.
The crowd hadn’t stopped cheering for most of the game and as hard as you tried you really could not figure out what was going on. The team was winning, that much you knew by the amount of yelling and dancing happening behind you. Chad had seated you in the front section of the bleachers, right next to Tara Carpenter and his sister Mindy who was still walking with a crutch.
You had said hi to them and both had given you a skeptical look before you moved to your friend and you had no clue why that stung so much. You and Chad were just trying to take down your ex boyfriend for shits and giggles, it’s not like you had to get along with his group.
But then the game was over and the crowd went wild, everyone was standing and cheering including the dean and within moments it had been decided they would all run to the field to congratulate, so you let people run past you and held out a hand for Mindy to help her on the bleachers before keeping a firm hold so she didn’t slip on the wet grass.
Chad meets you both halfway, smiling from ear to ear when he hugs his sister before turning to you and pulling you into a passionate kiss. It shocks you for a moment, before you are lifted up by your waist and then the next thing you do is kiss back, because dammit Chad Meeks is one hell of a kisser.
For a second all you could taste was vanilla and coffee, his lips warm against yours as his hands squeeze your hips. But then the warmth is gone and the cold friday air is left. When you manage to open your eyes you see him smiling from ear to ear at the dean and his son, your ex, who was glaring back.
Oh…right. The Karma Game.
Embarrassment claws at you before you smile it off, patting his arm when you notice the way he carries his left arm a little closer to himself. ….had you ever seen him hold anything in his left hand? Ever?
“Hey, Chad?” You start, eyes tracing his arm before he smiles at you.
“I have to go get changed, there is going to be a party. We going?”
“I’ll wait here.” You nod and he rushes off before you can say anything else.
Spider-boy, king of thieves
Weave your little webs of opacity
My pennies made your crown
Trick me once, trick me twice
Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?
It's coming back around
The game only amplified from there.
Chris posts a throwback photo that he crops you out of with the caption ‘took out the trash’? Chad posts a fun little video of him teaching you to skate. Chris posts a photo of an old photo of himself wearing your panties on his head like a crown, the very same panties that you had worn in the explicit photos? Well Chad imitates the picture with a new pair of panties and you on his shoulders laughing your ass off.
Chris heads to a party? Chad is twirling you around the dance floor with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
Back and forth and back and forth, slowly the mean comments began to fade out and all your free time was spent with Chad. You studied together, and went for coffee and played video games.
And your crush on him had been rapidly growing.
Honestly you wouldn’t have been able to fight it if you tried, because who didn’t fall for him once they got to know him?
You just had to keep reminding yourself that he was helping you get revenge, that was all.
And I keep my side of the street clean
You wouldn't know what I mean
“Oh come on!” He whines, allowing you to hear his heartbeat through his chest. He was laid out on your bed, leaning on your pillows with you laying in between his legs allowing you to push your ear to his ribs and listen. He liked the warmth and you liked the sound of his heart. Win win. “When they go low, we go lower.”
“I just don’t think it’s worth it, you know?” You sigh, tracing shapes into his side with the pad of your finger. “We’ve already destroyed all the scorned slut rumors and all the jealous rumors. I’m no longer getting hate, why keep going?”
“Because he posted those photos of you!”
“They are just photos.”
“Photos that you get defensive about whenever I bring them up, look at your little scrunched up face right now.” He laughs. You had asked him towards the beginning if he had ever seen the photos, and he had told you no which had made you feel so much better in general.
“He’s not worth it anymore.” You admit, turning your head so your chin was laid on his chest and you can stare up at him. “We’ll still hang out though, right?”
“Couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.”
“Hey, Chad?” You whisper, the pad of your finger running over a bump on his chest that you knew to be a stab wound poorly healed.
“Yeah?”
“Can I see them?” His eyebrows scrunch up when you ask, confusion written on his face before you explain further. “The scars. I just feel like you are nervous about them and you don’t have to show me or anyone else because it’s not our business but I want you to know that I think you’re perfect and when you are ready….”
His hand slides up to find the one on his chest and he keeps it to him for a bit before leaning down to kiss it, the breath leaves your lungs and you can’t do much but watch as his lips meet the palm of your hand softly.
“How about another time?” He whispers.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
'Cause karma is my boyfriend
Karma is a god
Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend
Karma's a relaxing thought
Aren't you envious that for you it's not?
Turns out that was a big lie.
Now that he wasn’t trying to piss off your ex, Chad barely texted you to hang out, and whenever you texted him you always got some half assed response on how he was busy.
You tried not to let it bother you, hanging with your friends for a couple days before trying to text him again.
Mathnerd: Movie night in my dorm? U can pic the movie……:)
He doesn’t respond for another hour, and when you hear your phone ping you desperately lunge for it.
Meekman: not tonight. core4 stuff.
Ah yes. The Core4, also known as the ghostface survivor squad that hated your guts. Well they didn’t really hate your guts but they didn’t like you whatsoever, and somewhere along the way it had really started getting to you, to the point that you had asked Chad if there was something you could do to help it.
He had only shrugged and said not to worry about it and that had been that.
Mathnerd: ok, just lmk when ur free.
Read.
How wonderful…….
Sweet like honey, karma is a cat
Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
“Is that her, again?” Mindy scoffs when Chad’s phone beeps.
“Yup.” He sighs, not bothering to look at it. He already knew it was you inviting him to hang out and he had already used the core4 excuse last week. He was running out of excuses and honestly there was nothing more he could say.
“Tell that little ghostface freak to fuck off.” Tara snaps, throwing one of Mindy’s pillows at where he laid on the dorm floor.
“Well hello there.” Chris laughs, clearly drunk off his ass way too early in the morning.
“Fuck off.” Chad snaps, turning back to the line ahead of him and trying to decide what coffee he wanted this morning, but it seemed your ex was not ready to leave him alone.
“So she is happy now that she’s living her dream?”
“She is, yeah.” Chad grunts, jaw clenching as the hot breath of the fool hits his cheek.
“OH so she finally told you then?” This caught Chad's attention, and his gut twisted as he slowly turned to the boy behind him.
“You’ve got three seconds to explain.”
“Oh it’s no biggie, just that your girl was a part of a huge bet to see who could fuck one of you guys after that Landry kid fucked you all up-” As he talks he pulls out his phone and scrolls through his camera roll to pull up a photo of some roster. ‘THE GHOSTFACE RACE’ and four names down your name had been filled in.
At first Chad wants to laugh because it didn’t look like your handwriting and he didn’t believe it, but then he thinks back on you asking why the Core4 didn’t like you, and you asking about his stab wounds.
He had run straight to Mindy's room that day, explaining everything.
“Who would have thought she was a ghostface fan.” Mindy laughs, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth when he flips her off.
“Honestly the whole plan was laid out perfectly. She targeted the most trusting one-” Tara joins in and that pained feeling in Chad’s chest tightened in.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” He was 2 for 2 right now, and after Ethan he really could not handle another. Out of all people, why did it have to be you? And why did he fall for it so easily?
Behind your sweet adorable smile was a conniving plan to join the core4, 15 minutes of fame and all you had to do was twirl your hair and giggle.
Ask me what I learned from all those years
Ask me what I earned from all those tears
Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here
(I'm still, I'm still here)
“Is there a reason you are ignoring me right now?” You snap, taking the seat across from Chad in the library, doing your best to remain calm. But that was hard when it had been 2 weeks of nothing from Chad. “Because I-”
“Just save it, yeah?” He sticks his hand in the air as a sign to stop moving to pick up his headphones.
“Save WHAT?”
“This whole speech you probably have planned. I really don’t need you giving me excuses. We both know you were just using me for the fucking fame-”
“Excuse me?”
“Chris told me everything! About your sneaky little plan to be a part of our survivor group? You know who else did that? Ethan.”
“Oh so you’re buddies with Chris now?” You didn’t know what hurt worse, the way Chad had been ignoring you or the way he just name dropped the man that ruined your life for months. “You hang out with him and laugh at me in between blow jobs from groupies, huh? Talk about what a slut I am together?”
A bitter laugh escapes him as he leans back and the two of you have gathered the attention of the other students and the librarian. “Funny enough we really don’t concern ourselves with the fangirls.”
“FUCK YOU!” You shout, tears welling up in your eyes. “You are just as big of a pig as him-”
Your chair screeches across the ground and you snatch your bag up, whirling as the librarian rushes to yell at you both. Chad's chair screeches behind you and you hear him shout your name before the librarian snaps her fingers and mutters a “young man!”
But he is already reaching for you and yanking your elbow to turn you around. “If I’m the pig then you are a slut!”
“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE-”
“Oh you don’t agree? No? Should I pull up the photos of you online? The ones you willingly sent to-”
“How about I pull up the photos of your stab wounds that you like to pretend aren’t there. Or how about I just-” You swing your bag and hit his left arm harshly which makes him flinch and groan in pain.
“Fuck…..” He hisses, holding his arm tightly before looking back at you and seeing the tears streaming down your face. The truth seems to shatter in front of him in an instant, his heart beating so fast he feels like it’s jumping out his chest and he can’t breathe. “He lied…..didn’t he?”
He didn’t need you to answer, because he had already known. Of course your ex lied, and he used the one thing that Chad was deeply insecure about. The gaping hole he had in his trust that Ethan tore had left a permanent mark, and this is just the first time he’s realized it.
“Go fuck yourself.” You sob out, mascara running down your cheeks as you furiously wipe the tears away. “
'Cause karma is the thunder
Rattling your ground
Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter
Karma's gonna track you down
You had blocked him after that, on everything. Chad Meeks did not exist to you and you refused to check any social media to see how the world now perceived you. So you pretended that you didn’t exist either. You were not a living breathing creature in the eyes of the internet.
Your roommate had been confused when you told her to never answer the door to him, and she had texted you each time he came over. Not that it mattered considering you hadn’t been back to your own room in weeks.
You had friends and boys to hang out with, fuck Chad Meeks.
And soon enough Halloween came rolling around and you decided that you had to go out and look your absolute best, because there was no other way to celebrate being a slut than to dress like a slut at halloween.
This was your time to shine. Why not since everyone else seemed to think this is what you were?
So you found yourself the skimpiest dress and a lace set of cat ears, your makeup had been sultry and your heels high. Tonight would be the best night ever.
Chad on the other hand had spent the last few weeks obsessing, it had taken all but five minutes to figure out you had blocked him so he had begged Mindy to make a fake account to stalk you……only none of your accounts existed.
And anytime he showed up to apologize at your dorm you were never there.
So he took to hiding in his own single dorm, staring at the empty side across the way where a roommate should be. After highschool he had prided himself on not losing that open trust with people, but then Ethan destroyed that.
He couldn’t trust anyone, and he couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror anymore. You had been right that day when you called him on his stab wounds and arm….after he had slut shamed you.
“Okay, enough of this.” Tara snaps, barging into the room in a cheesy star wars costume. “It’s halloween, we always go out for halloween.”
“I think I’m sick of the masks.”
“No. No you are not. Remember? We had a deal. After everything we went through none of us gave up halloween.” She growls, hitting him with a pillow. “Get up.”
“I don’t even have a costume.”
“Yes you do.”
And that was how he ended up at the frat party wearing the costume from last year, stab wounds and all as Tara flirted with some girl in a werewolf costume. He couldn’t find it in himself to leave the corner of the room, but Mindy was keeping him company so it hadn’t been that bad.
Until you waltzed in.
Seeing you for that first time in the library had stunned him, but seeing you now after knowing you had done more than stun him.
“Y/n, hey!” He called, jumping from his seat before you disappeared from sight down the hall and your roommate cast him an odd look.
“Sorry Chad.” She mumbles when he walks up, staring at his stomach for a second before snapping her eyes up to his with a pity glance. “She’s way too deep already, this is our third party.”
“Third party?”
“The other two ran out of liquor.” She sighs and his gut twists in worry as he looks around for you.
“Oh my god.” Your roommate gasps, drawing Chad's eyes back to her only to find her staring at the door, where dozens of people in Ghostface costumes were coming through the door. “I have to go find Y/n-”
“No.” He stops her. “My twin is in the corner, the one with the crutch. Go get her out and I’ll go find Y/n.”
Step by step from town to town
Sweet like justice, karma is a queen
Karma takes all my friends to the summit
Karma is the guy on the screen
Coming straight home to me
The music was blasting through his ears, so loud he could feel the drums beating through his chest, most of the lights in the house were off and replaced with party lights which meant he was finding you amongst a crowd with no actual sight.
He pushed multiple people and his left arm was aching by the time he reached the second level of the house, pushing his way through bedroom after bedroom until he got to the master bedroom. The second his hand touches the doorknob to find it locked he prays that he just missed you somewhere in the house and you were not in there, then he prays for whoever he finds you with. Knocking loudly with his fist and pressing his ear to the door.
He hears a whine from you and then a shout from some guy “Busy bro!” and Chad was seeing red. He slams his body into the door twice and on the third time it busts open and the guy dressed up in a batman costume curses lowly. “The fuck man?”
“Yeah, WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!” Chad shouts, rushing to grab him by the collar and slam him into the wall as you scream out. “SHE LOOK ANYTHING CLOSE TO SOBER TO YOU?!”
The lamp on the side table falls and Chad risks a look back to where you are trying to crawl off the bed, reaching to grab your heels. “Y/n? You okay?”
You don’t answer, and for a moment Chad thinks you are angry but then he realizes you don’t hear him. Too drunk to focus on your shoe.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you man.”
“IT WAS JUST GONNA BE A JOKE! I WASN’T ACTUALLY GONNA DO ANYTHING! IMGAY!” Batman rushes out, trying to get Chad to let go. “IWASTOLD TO GET HER INTO AROOMAND MAKEOUT UNTIL A GHOSTFACECAMEIN AND DUDE YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!”
Right. The reason he came to look for you in the first place, the army of masked kids. He slowly lets go of the batman costume and turns to you. “Y/n, come on we gotta-”
You scream before he can get to you and then the world tilts as a masked figure tackles him. All he can see it black for a moment then the mask glints in the light as someone laughs behind it.
“Look how scared he is!” Chris’ voice rings out as he cracks up, the ghostface mask tilting. “Aw don’t be so upset-”
You drunkenly swing the lamp that had fallen at his head, hitting hard enough for it to shatter before dropping the rest. Chris, now holding his head swings to turn at you, launching up to attack you as you make a break for the connected bathroom.
Only you weren’t really fast enough in your state and just as Chris grabs your hair Chad is right there pulling him back to punch him. They fight for a moment, Chads arm hurting like hell, and you take the chance to kick Chris straight in the nuts when his back is turned.
He lands on the floor with a groan and you had planned to spit on him but Chad is there in an instant, pulling you out of the room with rough hands as you whine out. “My heels…..”
But he doesn’t stop, and when you get to the stairs he picks you up to move faster. You whine for a moment as he walks with you in the air before you close your eyes.
'Cause karma is my boyfriend (karma is my boyfriend)
Karma is a god
Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend (weekend)
Karma's a relaxing thought
The sun is already blasting in your face when you wake up the next day, groaning as you try to cover your eyes from it, your brain beating against your skull. When you try to move you find that you are trapped by a heavy blanket, only it felt like flesh and was breathing deeply.
And there he was, Chad Meeks, sprawled out on top of you whilst snoring into your pillow. Turning you see Mindy on your roommates bed with your roommate on the floor, accompanied by a pillow and a small throw blanket and in the corner of the room where your tiny sofa (more of a chair) sat you saw Tara curled up into a tiny ball.
“Hello?” You call, voice cracky from sleep and your head still pounding, but they still seem to hear it. It was like even a small whisper had been an alarm in their mind because all three of them launch up and end up waking your roomie in the hassle.
“Everyone good?” Tara groans, moving to cover the blinds to block the sun.
“Y/n, you killed me with that tequila.” Y/R/M whines, shoving her face back into the pillow.
“Can someone please explain to me what is going on? And why is Meeks in my bed right now?” You snap out, turning to glare at him where he is now leaning against the brick wall with puppy dog eyes.
“Long story short-” Tara starts only to be interrupted by Mindy. “No, long stories short with you will have us here by noon. I’ll explain.”
So she did, ending up summing up the entire night within 30 seconds while you just blinked at her, hungover brain trying to catch up.
“So was there a ghostface? Did anyone get hurt?”
“No, just a really bad prank-”
“Well actually one of them took it too far and stabbed someone so now they are arresting anyone that wore one as a public threat.”
“And who was batman?”
“No clue…… I think he looked like Mikey from my science class.” Chad grunts.
“You’re taking science?” Mindy gasps and he flips her off.
“So why are you in my bed?”
“Because you said he was and I quote ‘my little teddy bear’ and refused to let go” Tara giggles and it was your turn to flip her off.
“I would never say that.”
“You did.” Your roommate laughs and you take a chance to throw a pillow at her. She laughs before a moment of silence fills the room only for it to be broken by Chad who whispers under his breath. “Chaddy is my teddy beary…”
“SHUT UP!”
Karma's a relaxing thought
“No no, you need to get more pumped! Let’s go!” Chad yells from his spot in the center of his room, holding your hands tightly as you both bounce back and forth to the music. You had been a giggling mess and the boa you were wearing was tickling your cheeks.
“We’re gonna be late-” You laugh until he rushes to pick you up from the ground and twirl around. You were decked out in your best Taylor Swift outfit, hair and makeup on point while he was shirtless with his entire back covered in purple hearts for the concert. Then you went as far as to cover all his scars in purple glitter, saying that he had to own it all for the concert.
“And to think, a couple weeks ago I was whining about how I missed the way my brother was.” Mindy snarks from the door, arm wrapped around your roommates shoulders as they giggled.
“CAUSE KARMA IS MY BOYFRIEND!” Chad sings, hauling you out of the room for a night of fun.
Karma was indeed your boyfriend, and you would love to bestow it on any ghostface that came near him just as he will destroy anyone that hurts you .
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Harley’s Plea for Help: Chapter 2
Chapter 1
“How long do you think it’s gonna take before she decides to sneak out?” Nightwing asked over his comms, lazily leaning against the balcony railing in front of him with his head resting on one hand.
“Dude, I started sneaking out almost twenty minutes ago,” a girl’s voice made Nightwing squeak and turn around, to reveal a teenage girl leaning against the door that led to the balcony he was on. “I didn’t want to draw attention to myself by doing unnecessarily showy gymnastics down from my hotel room’s balcony, no matter how much fun that would be, so I just snuck out one of the hotel’s back exits. Then I looked up to admire the moon and saw you here, staking out what is clearly my suite, and decided to come pay you a visit.”
“How long have you been there? And how did you even get behind me? I hope you didn’t break and enter, that’s an actual lived-in apartment behind us right now,” Nightwing asked, turning around to analyze the daughter of Harley Quinn for the first time in person.
She looked just like in her pictures, of course. Jet black hair like her father’s, except it seemed to have a bluish shine in the light. And her eyes were definitely Harley’s— thank goodness for that —vibrant blue and clearly analyzing him with the same amount of intensity as his did her. He had to bite back a chuckle. In a turn of complete irony, she really did look like a Wayne kid. Fit all of Bruce’s usual criteria to be adopted. But she was tiny, even smaller than Harley’s lithe form. He, Bruce, and Tim were of the hypothesis that the exposure both her parents had to Ace Chemical’s vats of acid likely had an effect on her DNA that stunted her growth. Perhaps there were other effects that they wouldn’t be able to figure out until they got to know her better, too, though it was clear that her skin was a likely one. It wasn’t unnaturally pale like her parent’s after their acid dips but it was paler than normal for sure, just a shade or two shy of being paper white.
And he could see, now, what Harley meant when she referred to Marinette as a powerhouse. It wasn’t very noticeable in pictures, but up close Dick could see the carefully honed muscle of an acrobat curling over her otherwise slim build. Combined with the knowledge that Marinette had been taught at least some serious self defense from a young age, he could see how such a tiny package could be a remarkable threat when necessary.
Marinette grimaced as the other Batfam, who were all nearby staking out her room from different angles, dropped onto the large balcony with them.
“Uh, well. I didn’t break and enter, I rather not get off to a criminal-ly start on my first night in Gotham, you know? But I realized that even though I was able to figure out the exact room you were staking me out from, I realized as soon as I got into the first floor of the building that I had no idea how to actually get to you. So I just climbed the stairs all the way to the roof and scaled my way down to this balcony, and pretended I’ve been here for a while when really I was barely able to hear you ask when I was gonna sneak out. I’m still out of breath, actually,” she put a hand on her chest and sure enough her breathing was still slightly fast. But not enough to be worrying or even all that noticeable. Yet another piece of evidence to show that she was a very active individual and had resistance built up to physical activity.
“Yup,” Robin groused grumpily, crossing his arms. “With all that rambling, you couldn’t be anyone else’s child but Quinzel’s.”
Marinette’s face immediately flushed pink all the way to her ears. “I’m sorry! I’ve been trying so hard to quit that habit, too!” She grumbled a bit to herself, putting her face in her hands. They all chuckled at the display. Red Hood ambled over, draping his arm over her shoulders (he nearly had to bend in half to do it, the height difference was that bad).
“As adorable as your freak out is, why’d you even come up here anyway? There’s no way you’d scale down a ten-story building just to say hello.”
She let out a heavy sigh at that, slowly peeling her face out of her hands. “Yeah, I recognized you guys right away. And honestly, as much as Momma Harley would be super proud of me for managing to give an entire group of vigilantes the slip, she’d also ground me for life if she found out that I saw you guys and still snuck away even though she probably swallowed her pride and asked you guys to babysit me, right? Self preservation. Contrary to popular belief, I do actually have some.”
“Wait,” Red Robin held up a hand, brows clearly furrowed under his cowl. “You expected her to ask for our help?”
“Well,” she made a so-so motion with her hand. “I didn’t think of it beforehand, but it all clicked once I saw Nightwing. I know how much my mom is worried about me, especially since you-know-who broke out a few days ago. She is more than worried enough to ask you guys for help. Even if she does complain about you guys, a lot actually, she also has made it clear that she trusts you guys with the stuff that actually matters.
“‘You know who’?” Batman repeated, arms crossed. If Marinette squinted, she thought there might have been a grin on his lips. “Is that how you always refer to him?”
“What else am I gonna call him?” she asked, face going deadpan. “Sperm donor? Source of a large amount of my self doubt and depreciation? The prime reason I haven’t been able to see my mom in person more often over the years? Oh, I know! How about I just always refer to him as ‘that bastard I wanna punch,’? That sounds good!” she rolled her eyes sarcastically. “Only one person in this world has the right to be considered my father in any capacity, and it sure as hell isn’t him. Genetics notwithstanding.”
Red Hood straight up guffawed at that, landing several rough pats on her back that made the girl stumble a bit. “Yep, I like this one! But as fun as it would be to see you give that jackass a mean left hook, it’s better if he never finds out who you are or knows that you’re here,” the vigilante’s voice got dark and serious very quickly. “He doesn’t forget people he finds interesting easily, and if he ever finds out about the connection you have to him, he’ll be a constant threat in your life.”
“I know,” Marinette agreed with a nod. “And if this conversation was happening two years ago, I’d say that my mom’s concerns aren’t unfounded. That I am too easily emotionally compromised and despite my deep seated issues and hatred for that man, I couldn’t guarantee he would be unable to get to me.”
Batman straightened up, as did all of his sons around him. None of them had missed the ‘if’ there. Batman’s voice went from charmingly deep to it’s usual gruff grumble. “What changed in two years?”
They all watched as Marinette gulped, taking a deep breath as she stalled for time, looking out at the view on the balcony before seeming to steel herself and return her gaze to Batman’s. When she did, it was suddenly full of iron will.
“I didn’t lie when I told Mom that I came to visit her— but that isn’t the whole truth, either. If I just wanted to visit her in Gotham, I would have waited until I was eighteen like we agreed. But I can’t wait, Paris can’t keep going on like this. I entered that contest because it was the fastest way to see you. I didn’t know if I would win, but… I had to take the chance. There was no way I’d be able to get to Gotham behind my mom’s back otherwise.”
“What are you talking about?” Robin hissed, stepping up to his father’s side. “Paris has been silent. If anything were happening, we would have heard about it by now.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Marinette corrected, never losing that ironclad look in her eyes. “Because a combination of magic and politics is keeping it quiet. No news about Paris’ situation is able to leave the city limits. Magic makes any non-native who leaves Paris think that everything they experienced was just a crazy dream. Natives won’t forget, but politics has all of us under very strict NDAs if we leave city boundaries, and all of our local news and social media is blocked from being accessed by anyone outside the city. But, I figured a little breaking of the rules wouldn’t exactly put a stain on my family’s reputation or anything, so,” she dug in her pocket and pulled out a thumb drive, holding it up for all of them to see. She swallowed again, but never stopped her eye contact with Batman. She held out the thumb drive.
“I came to Gotham to ask for your help. This sped things up, I didn’t expect to see you on my first night here, but two years in Hawkmoth’s Paris has really taught me how to roll with the punches. This,” she shook the thumb drive. “Holds videos of every fight since HawkMoth first showed up. It has all the information I’ve gathered over two years, tracks his movements and lists all his targets and— everything. But I’m not a detective, I’m a designer. I make clothes, I spar on the weekends, I am not good at getting evidence to prove that someone is a magic-abusing villain holding an entire city hostage.”
“We’re gonna need some details, Little Q,” Red Hood finally removes his arm from around her shoulders, instead crossing his arms and looking down at her sternly. “If your city has a villain holding it hostage, is anyone fighting him? And if you do have someone fighting him, why don’t you need our help, or why didn’t they call the Justice League? The JLE should be in Paris, right?”
Marinette snorted, face scrunching up in obvious distaste. “I’ll have to answer those a little out of order. First; the JLE was kicked out of Paris. They moved their headquarters to Italy about five years ago, I’m just surprised they apparently kept that secret from you,” she gestured to all of them, who indeed seemed very caught off guard by that tidbit. But Marinette just sighed and continued. “Though that’s a good thing, actually. We do have heroes, it started out as just a pair but it’s grown into a small team out of necessity. They didn’t call the Justice League because the last thing we need is any powered heroes coming in and making it worse— your league doesn’t have the best reputation for letting newer heroes take the lead even on their home turf, you know,” she pointed out, which made Batman shift a bit guiltily. He knew the JL was often a bit… heavy handed in their methods.
“What makes the situation so bad that you don’t want to bring experienced heroes into it?” Red Robin cut in, sounding as if the whole situation was a puzzle he was determined to sort out. Which, really, was exactly what Marinette had been counting on. She shot him a finger gun, grinning.
“That’s exactly the point! Hawkmoth uses a magical artifact, like I said— but this artifact can brainwash anybody who experiences even the slightest negative emotion. Sadness, anger, fear— anything negative. And it gives them powers, but puts them largely under his influence,” her expression twisted again, this time into a wry little grimace. “I guess you can say that my momma’s psychiatry background has secretly come in handy a lot over these past two years. And Hawkmoth is exactly why I try to tell Momma Harley to stop visiting me— I have worked my butt off to keep her from finding out about his attacks or getting Akumatized. Every time she shows up it gives me a heart attack!”
“Akumatized?”
Marinette waved a hand dismissively. “It’s the term used for when someone is turned into a super powered villain because of HawkMoth. The brainwashing— really it’s more similar to a straight up corruption. The person usually lacks their usual moral compass, and just seeks to soothe whatever set off their negative emotion in the first place. Usually, that means they seek a bloody revenge. And if someone who already has extensive training or extremely strong powers gets Akumatized, guess what?” She made jazz hands even though her face was deadpan. “Extra powers, or amplified ones, for the metas or superheroes who are Akumatized. And imagine what someone with, say, Batman’s level of experience could do if he had powers and no moral compass,” the silence that followed her words was deafening. She just nodded, knowing she had gotten her point across. “I’ve been working my butt off to stay positive, because if I’m Akumatized…” her shoulders fell, and she had to swallow a lump in her throat. “... I have no idea what I’d turn into, but if you take into consideration both my training and my family history… it’s really best if we never find out what kind of magic-powered supervillain I’d make.”
“So, let me get this straight,” Nightwing said after another long moment of silence for that to all sink in. He gestured at her with an open palm. “You’ve been dealing with a terrorist for two years who targets emotional vulnerability, you apparently have never been corrupted by this magic at least to present day, but your mother still worries about you being very emotionally fragile. And your heroes are not detectives, which is clearly what you need or you wouldn’t have asked us for our help.”
Marinette nodded. “I used to be very impressionable. At the start of all this, I was a huge people-pleaser. I got attached to new people in a matter of minutes. My mom always said I reminded her too much of herself— but two years of fighting off a guy trying to get into my head—“
“Wait,” Batman nearly barked, taking a step forward. “He’s been targeting you? You specifically?”
Marinette nodded grimly, mouth a straight line. “Not from the beginning, but this past year it’s been painfully obvious. He might be able to sense the strength of people’s emotions, and unfortunately I don’t exactly experience my emotions very… gently. All of my emotions tend to the much more intense side of the spectrum. If that’s true, then he might know that any negative emotion I feel will make an extremely strong Akuma. Either that, or he’s going by process of elimination. All of my friends, except for one, have been Akumatized already. So has my Papan and my grandmother. But it’s obvious when he’s targeting someone, I’ve felt him try to override my will on several occasions. But I can’t just repress all of my negative emotions forever, so consider us working against the clock right now. That thumb drive has all the details you need about our heroes, how exactly Hawkmoth’s powers work, and so on.”
“Do your heroes know you’re asking for our help?” Red Robin asked, gaze burning a figurative hole through Marinette’s face. “Better yet, if this drive has as much information as you say it does, how did you get it?”
Marinette handed the drive over to Batman, who finally took it and tucked it in his belt as she answered.
“Momma Harley might have a lot to say about your detective skills, but you are all still strangers to me. So consider this a test of your abilities— I expect that you will all go to extreme lengths to verify all of the information I gave you anyway. After all, I’m still the daughter of your most hated enemy. Right?” She met each of their gazes, one by one, with a challenging one of her own. “You’ll just have to figure out my connection to the heroes on your own. And how I got the information, too. It shouldn’t be too hard for the so-called world’s greatest detectives. And maybe this can double as a trust exercise. I fully expect you guys to scour through every inch of my past, and dig up everything you can on me. I encourage you to try to find everything you can, so that hopefully you can decide to trust me on your own once you have all the details laid out in front of you. By the way, for your own sanity? I’d start with reading about all of our heroes’ powers and abilities before you watch any footage of past attacks.”
Red hood rocked back on his heels, trading glances with the other vigilantes before they all shared a nod. Apparently having decided their course of action, Red Hood leaned down and hoisted Marinette up into a princess carry. All traces of her previous iron will melted away in favor of the high pitched squeal of surprise she gave, and once more she became an overly flustered teenager.
“Alright, little cutie. Let’s get you to your mom’s place before she and her crazy plant lady fiancé come hunting us down.”
“I can walk! I can freerun on my own! Mon dieu please let me down! Eeeeek!” She squealed again as Robin slapped a domino mask over her eyes and Red Hood wasted no time jumping over the balcony railing with her still in his arms. The fact that they were lowered down by a wire wrapped around Hood’s waist didn’t seem to take away any of the fright that came with a sudden drop over an eighth-story balcony.
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Representation at Pixelberry: The Follow-Up
One year ago, on June 15, 2020, Pixelberry released a statement regarding representation at the company. Here is the LINK to the original blog post, and here was MY RESPONSE. Oh, how naïve and optimistic I was. It contained a list of goals and promises they hoped to accomplish within a year. Well, a year has passed, and here is my attempt to hold PB accountable. I'll be going over the five main points of their representation plan and if they achieved what they promised. All criticisms are about content released after June 15th. Long post beware, but I'm not putting it under a read more because I feel like it's important for all to see.
1. Commitment to diversity of Love Interests - FAIL
We’ve already been moving towards having Love Interests have customizable skin tones. We will continue to do this with some stories, while also having some characters with clear ethnic identities. At the same time when we have multiple love interests of different ethnicities, we are aiming for those Love Interests to have equal game time.
"LIs with customizable skin tones" mean they come in three flavours: white, black, and ambiguously Asian/Latinx interchangeably. So far I have rarely seen an LI as connected to their culture/ethnicity as Rafael Aveiro, and he just talked about his Vovo's food if he ever were on screen. They had many chances with the other OH LIs as well. Even Ayna Seth and Tatum Mendoza were confirmed to be Indian and Filipino, respectively, though FA gets a little leeway, as it was set in a fictional west-European continent.
As for equal game time? I'm sure the biggest example we can all think of was the mess that was Open Heart 3, which was written during the hiatus (which only existed because they were going to straight up kill Rafael in Book 2). Game time was not equal among LIs, and the white male LI was heavily favoured. PB also continues to pay female LIs dirt by giving them no screen time. In addition to that, LGBT+ players, who are consistently underrepresented, receive one (1) unprepared pride month survey, prpbably only because someone asked them about it on Twitter.
This is the meat and potatoes of everything because it's what they're outputting to their audience. It's what the people see. Given that things haven't been going so well lately in this department, consider this promise a big fat fail.
2. More authentic and diverse hairstyles for people of color - QUESTIONABLE
Our team will focus on providing more authentic and representative hairstyles. We are prioritizing these hairstyles outside of our normal book processes and will introduce them in new books as they are ready.
While, yes, they have added two new hairstyles in WEH, they also just took Jade Bonet's hair and recycled it for LoA F!MC. PB recycles all their hair more often than not.
3. More diverse book covers - QUESTIONABLE
This is an initiative we started in January of this year. As a result the number of Black, Latinx, Asian, Native American, Pacific Islander, mixed, and other characters on new book covers increased from 35% of characters in 2019 to 60% characters in the first half of 2020. However, the number of black characters is still not high enough this year. More are already scheduled for books later this year. We will make sure that Black characters are well represented on our covers in the future.
"Diverse" does not just mean by race, but also gender, sexual orientation, etc. FA has the only recent MLM cover. And don't tell me that the FA and LoA covers are any different from each other. The only black characters on covers are Zoey Wade (QB), and Black!Gabe Ricci (LoA) and Bastien (WB), which aren't even their canon races unless you choose them to be. This is the case for many single-LI books, such as Cassian Keane (W:ABR, which technically premiered on Mar. 16, but the sentiment is the same), Sam Dalton (TNA), and Dakota Winchester (WEH). Not to mention the customizable/multi LI books like DS, RT, BaBu2, MTFL, etc. Majority of these covers are just cishet couples delicately cradling each other's bodies or whatever. And we're not even gonna get into how PB literally put the Open Heart LIs in order of their favouritism on Book 3's cover.
4. Writers/Staff - QUESTIONABLE
We will be engaging in professional training on historical and current racism for our writers to ensure more of them have a better understanding and more context for views of diverse characters in Choices. We will also create a program that gives more authority to people of color in the studio to advise writers and artists on more authentic portrayals in both writing and art of black, brown, and minority characters.
A story with a Black-led cast is something I have asked for in the past, but failed to follow-up on. We will very likely start this with a Black-led cast story led by Chelsa, one of Pixelberry's Black writers.
We will increase the number of diverse writers we source for new stories, starting with hiring more Black and Latinx writers to lead the charge.
For all teams at Pixelberry we will actively work to bring in more Black and Latinx candidates with the goal to increase the number of Black and Latinx employees at Pixelberry. Although Pixelberry is over 50% female, on teams where females are not at 50% we will actively work to source more female candidates.
This promise seemed like a copout from the start because we have no way of knowing who works on what at PB unless we very meticulously stalk their LinkedIn or Twitter or whatever. We have no solid statistics except for what they feed us. I do know, however, that they recently let the Ms. Match writers go and were hiring for external writers, but there really is no way of knowing what's going on behind-the-scenes with their 112+ employees, and of course there would be NDAs involved. We are yet to see a book with an all-Black cast, and receive rare development updates with new books. Actually, I think a really good way to promote diversity is to do staff showcases on their social media. Just a way to show the public who's responsible for what. Writers, game devs, the art team, etc. Don't think it'll happen, but it's always a good idea.
5. Donations - QUESTIONABLE
Pixelberry will also be making $100,000 in donations to Black Girls Code, the Black Writers Collective, and the Latinx Writers Collective at Techqueria. Rather than as a lump sum, we will be making these donations over the course of a year to remind us that we are not making short term changes, but are committed to long term sustainable actions. We’ll also be donating up to an additional $100k from profits for this week, 6/15-6/21.
There has been no proof, no receipts, no evidence from PB that they have donated anything to anyone, and as far as we're concerned, their word doesn't mean anything. No news or updates news about it. I would love to believe that they did something, but as you can see, I've become quite the pessimist. BWC still uses PB's old logo (like, pre-Choices) on their sponsors page, and the last interaction they've had with BGC was in 2013. They don't even follow each other on Instagram. In fact, BGC received a huge donation from MacKenzie Scott, formerly Bezos last July. Yes, that billionaire Bezos, and that got coverage from them. Obviously donations don't need to be for publicity, but in this case I think it's important there should be proof. Again, it's really hard to tell with these behind-the-scenes things, but given how PB loves to gloat and hates to keep promises, we can assume that none of this happened.
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So, what's the takeaway? That PB's fallen down the drainhole of shitty content and empty promises and has no intention of climbing out as long as they still make that bank? Seems counterproductive, because good representation gets good feedback and income. They pump out bad books with barebones "representation" if you can call it that, then drop their precious merch and pretend all is fine and dandy. But just as I suspected one year ago, none of this matters, because people forget things, and people move on, and shit gets swept under rugs. Yet, here I am, yelling at a company in a post I for sure doubt they'll see. Because if not me, then who?
@playchoices Your move. It's been your move for a year now. When will you actually make it?
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Hey!! Could we please get more sugar daddy fics with a black reader ofc 😋 idk if you've done shoto already but that'd be nice or hawks and deku💕
A/N: “wrist on glitter, waist on thinner, imma show you how to bag a eight-figure nigga” 👅💋
I enjoyed this way too much
All characters are 18+
Warnings: it got a lil spicy so imma put the line
Todoroki Shouto:
this mf has money to burn
we all know todoroki came out the womb w cash from his hair to his ass
he’s on some “yes, jeff bezos knows me” type shit so if you’re tryna end up with someone that’s gonna possibly buy you a house, he’s your guy
he slid into your dms after you posted a pic with your skin moisturized and glistening under golden hour and your body had him wanting to run laps
he had been plottin on you for a min but never got the motivation to do something about it until then
he’s a no strings attached type of sugar daddy
todoroki is a big name even outside of hero work and he’s well aware of all the people that have tried to use him. so instead of letting that happen, he’s decided to do things on his own terms
when yall first started talking, he questioned you like this was managerial position at apple 💀
best believe he ran an in-depth background check and made you sign an NDA 💀💀💀
he was a tough one
but you passed w flying colors and y’all settled on an arrangement
you have a weekly allowance that hits your bank account every saturday with some bonuses that he’ll give you depending on how the week goes
todoroki isnt needy nor is he one to be all up in your business
it’s actually weird in an endearing kind of way?
he only wants to have conversations with you
i mean, dont get me wrong, he’s up for anything you are
todoroki would be a liar if he said he never ended some nights with a picture of you and a hand down his pants
but that’s not what he’s mainly looking for
you figure out very quickly that shouto just wants someone to talk to
he’ll randomly hit up your phone and have a 30 min convo about something like the weather or hero politics, and then he’ll dip
next thing you know, you got $1000 in your cashapp
you kind of panicked bc like...wtf?
your dumb ass messaged him: “did you mean to send $1000?”
sis, dont put a question mark where God put a period
him: “Yes.”
and that was the end of that
you dont question anymore
he’s not doting in any kind of way, and sometimes you lowkey think he forgets about you, but you still get your allowance
doesn’t send a lot of gifts unless you explicitly state you want something
he doesnt text back a lot, but he tried to respond when he can
but i do see him liking it when you send him mundane things you do throughout your day, like pics of cookies you baked, or a cool plant you saw at home depot
and he enjoys the times you and him end up just trashing his father for nearly an hour. expect to find flowers, with some expensive ass coats or something at your door the next morning
he really fucks w your laid back vibe
sometimes he forgets you guys arent really supposed to be friends
Takami Kiego (Hawks):
this is not hawks’ first time being a sugar daddy
he’s hot, rich, and one of the most eligible bachelor’s in japan with a life that prevents him from having anything too serious
so, long story short, he’s a veteran at this
he used to be the type to reach out to instagram baddies but he had a couple bad run-ins and decided to stick with the official sites because it was a lot more secure on both ends
the funny thing was, you set up your account a long time ago as a joke. though at one point, you did take it seriously, but you came in contact with a lot of super creepy men that sexualized you for your skin and ethnicity.
you were tired of the “chocolate king/queen” and “amazonian god/dess” comments,so you took a break. you didnt have much activity since
so imagine youre surprise when the #2 hero hit your line talking about some
“Hey~ I’ll get straight to the point. I think you’re beautiful and I’d like to talk with you about an arrangement”
you thought this was a fake account, but after he chatting for a little and sending some pictures, you knew he was the real deal
hawks is your standard tit-for-tat transaction sugar daddy
he’s the type to hit you up at night with a “how ya doing, dove? got any pics for me?”
he’s good about his respect ad won’t do anything out of line
it’s the bare minimum, be he doesnt fetishize you so that’s always nice
however, he does make you call him daddy, sir, etc. whether it’s through text, call, or when y’all get together for...reasons
ngl his dicc game is fire
he might ghost you for a week or so but he’ll always come back with a nice check to make up for it
just be careful about catching feelings bc he’s so fucking smooth. he makes you feel like you’ve got his heart, but dont fall for that shit
if you think you can “change him” or fuflfil whatever wattpad romance fantasy lives in your head, he is not your guy. you better get on w your life before you get your heart broken
he’s here to suck, fuck, send pics, do a little phone call here n there, send some money, and go
if you’re not with all that, you might as well dip
but if you’re cool with that, rest assured, you’re gonna be living your best mf life with this man in your wallet
and good news, you might not be his only, but you are his favorite
there’s just something about you that’s got him giving you a few extra thousand than he normally does
he doesnt take his sugar babies on proper dates bc he’s gotta stay away from media outlets, but he will invite you to his office for a “lunch break”
if you ever surprise him with a cute but sexy hawks cosplay, you won’t have to work for two whole weeks bc you cant walk
overall, he’s a good sugar daddy. defintely good for your pockets and any other non-romantic desires you want fulfilled
Mirodirya Izuku:
the way you two met and came to this arrangement was more or less an accident
the life of the number one pro-hero was lonely and stressful
he’s tried to dip his toes in the water here and there, but it never worked out because not many people could deal with the fact that he’d always put hero work first
he was teetering on the edge of signing up for one of those sugar daddy/baby websites until he met you at some cafe he passed by
it’s cliche really. you were his server and, honestly? he was hooked on day one
he watched you intently as you pranced around in your cute uniform. he couldnt stop admiring your brown skin and eyes and how cute your hair was. you spoke with such enthusiasm and cheerfulness that he couldnt help but swoon. and it didn’t hurt that you were very easy on the eyes
he listened to you as you went on a spiel about how college was a fortune and how you stayed up last night for a project bc you had to pick up extra shifts
that’s when he made his decision
by the time the hero is out of the door, you collected the reciept and almost fainted when you realized he left you a $500 tip and his personal number
“i enjoyed talking to you today and i hope we can continue that...here’s something small to help with your bills. and i hope this isnt too forward but you’re very beautiful. stay safe. deku.”
and what did you do that night?
you called his ass right back
you were nervous as hell bc you still couldnt believe this was real, but after talking on the phone with him for two hours, an arrangement was set
midoriya is the most gentlemen like sugar daddy out there
you wake up to good morning texts and a few hundred in your bank account almost every two days
he goes crazy over your insta posts. and if you wear something green? expect a bonus
takes you out shopping unprovoked
izuku: “are you busy? i saw you were having a rough week and was wondering if you wanted to go to that new outlet mall downtown”
you: 🏃🏾♀️💨
you most certainly had homework due that night but what tf you look like missing out on that offer?
it’s after so many “dates” that deku realizes that he prefers hanging around you more than he should but he doesnt wanna ruin anything so he keeps that underwraps
he’s the idiot that goes into this thinking he won’t fall in love
deku defintely has some dirty thoughts about you but he doesnt try to bring it up unless you do first
if you’re comfortable with anything nsfw, you gone see a whole different side to izuku
he’s a giver, giver, giver, but when he recieves, he just about loses it
send him “innocent” pics of yourself matched with a string of filthy texts and he’ll combust
when you send him pics of yourself in deku-themed lingre, he deadass sends you a whole black card with your name on it as a thank you
you guys get very comfortable with each other very quickly
soon enough, DA’s start turning into y/n stayng over for a week
you both realize this relatiosnhip runs a lot deeper than an arrangement when he accidentally let it slip that he told his mom about you
he’s profusely apologizing but you shut him up with a kiss and tell him that you’ve kinda caught feelings yourself
your next conversation works out well for the both of you
#bnha headcanons#mha headcanons#deku x reader#izuku x black!reader#hawks x black!reader#hawks x reader#todoroki shouto x reader#shouto x black!reader#takami keigo#todoroki shouto#midoriya izuku#bnha x poc!reader#bnha x black reader#mha x poc!reader#mha x reader#mha x black reader#bnha x reader
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Under My Roof
Under My Roof
A/N : this was supposed to come out for Valentine's day. And then life happend and I'm posting it a month later 😅 this is pure filth, it's only smut, PwP. This all started with a message exchange with the incredibly funny @badassbuchanan 😂 after sending her the second gif 😂
Word count : 8K
Warnings : dégradation and knife play so discrete you won't see it, exhibitionnisme...etc. +18 !!! Maybe a bit of angst I'm not even sure, and a cheesy poorly written ending. Enjoy !💘
Plot : your are Bucky's maid.
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You were lost in your thoughts, while walking back to Bucky Barnes's home. Your eyes wondering over the couples that walked past you.
Valentine's day. Again. You hated this day. This painful reminder of your loneliness. The reminder that you weren't with the man of your dreams. Well yes, indeed you were painfully close to the man of your dreams.
You change his sheets. Prepare his meals. Go grocery shopping for him. Clean his house. Take care of him when he was sick.
But you weren't with him. You were just the maid.
You were the one he sent to go buy flowers and a box of chocolate. A bouquet and sweets he would give to another woman tonight. While you would fall asleep, alone, in a house that was not yours. After completing tasks that were of no interest to you.
Of course you were more than well paid for your services, but ...you had no free time. You worked six days a week and on your only free day you were too exhausted to go out, so you stayed in your room all day sleeping or reading, which didn't allow you to build a single serious relationship in three years of this job. And ... if you were being totally honest...also the fact that you had the biggest crush on your boss.
And every Valentine's Day you'd remember that you.had.nothing. No boyfriend. No home for yourself. Every Valentine's Day you remember that you didn't build anything. You spend your life ordering the life of a man who does not see you. Around you your friends have homes of their own, husbands, children, a future. And you ...
Arggg! Getting into the house, you angrily put down the bouquet of flowers and the box of chocolate that Bucky asked you to buy for his evening date on the kitchen table. It was already about 5pm, normally you'd start on dinner but he told you not to cook tonight, and if you wanted you could have something delivered for yourself. Fuck him. Fuck Bucky Barnes.
You locked yourself in your room. And soon after, you hear him leave the house.
You try to read, but you can't concentrate. You go on tiktok and instagram, Tumblr and finally you end up on pornhub. Your eyes move from video to video and when you find something that appeals to you, your hand quickly slides straight inside your panties, Without giving the rest of your body any attention.
Your fingers find your clitoris, and begin to massage slowly, but as soon as the pleasure begin to rise, a pair of blue eyes appear in your memory, and your movements suddenly stop. No ! You don't want to think about him now!
You shake your head, breathe out, and try to refocus on the video. But as soon as your hand starts moving, it's his face that pops into your head, his voice, his smile, his body ... NO! It is pathetic. You can not let yourself think about your boss, who by the way must absolutely not be thinking about you at the moment, while masturbating on Valentine's Day. It's ... really pathetic. Suddenly angry at yourself, at him, and at the work, you close your porn and go to playstore.
You download the first three dating apps you find and sign up for the three. No way your spending Valentine's Day eating fast food on the sofa while thinking of your boss. Masturcraying is not for you, not today, not ever.
You choose your prettiest photo and select it as a profile picture. You select: "Partners near you". And just like that, the profiles appear on your screen, and you just have to pick and choose.
Few hours and some weirdos later, you are chatting with a nice guy, attractive enough, funny and chatty.
From Theo to Y/N « you want to go out ?»
From Y/N to Theo «yes ! Let me ask my boss first»
And then it occurred to you. He didn't even ask you if you had plans for tonight. He didn't even think about giving you your night.
Annoyed, you quickly texted
From Y/N to Mr.Barnes « Sir, i have plans, can i have my night?» you wait and wait...but the answer comes only half an hour later.
From Mr.Barnes to Y/N «No, you should have asked yesterday. I'm expecting a package around eight, please don't forget to pick it up»
From Y/N to Mr.Barnes «Please Sir, i never asked you for a day off. I'm feeling a little bit down. I really think going out would help, i could ask for mr's Happkins to reception the package, I'll get it first thing back»
From Mr.Barnes to Y/N «No. You'll have you little date in your free day. I'm busy i don't have time to text»
Fuck.him. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck. Him. Fuck him.
From Y/N to Mr Barnes «FUCK YOU.»
Delete.
From Y/N to Theo « My boss isn't here, wanna join?»
4 hours later.
You are drunk. Drunk on the best alcohol you ever had. Drunk on an alcohol you'd never be able to afford. Where did you get it from ? Bucky's cabinet.
He won't be here until tomorrow, you have all the time.
You turn your head to the cute guy next to you, curly blond hair, slim and tall and a shiny smile. Perfect.
You lean in to kiss him. You don't even remember he's name. You share the taste of the delicious alcohol on your tongues, you laugh between kisses, joke between messy body grabbing, and play cat and mouse around the table. Your tops are off, your lips swollen. «Eat me out» you state, no second thought. «That's bold» he says, opening wide eyes but smiling. «I'm sick of being good...» «It's okey, i like bold»
You sit down on the couch, pull your skirt up, take off your panties, and lay back.
The boy doesn't wait to get on his knees between your legs, and he gets right to work. His tongue teasing your entrance, and his lips kissing your clit playfully.
Fuck Bucky. This is a nice boy. Fuck,Why are you thinking about Bucky ? And why is your heart tightening ? Fuck. Tonight you deserve better. This doesn't feel like enough. Not enough to fuck your boss out of your mind «Let's go to one of the rooms» you say purposefully.
He looks at you, eyes sparkly «Whatever the lady asks for» the blond smiles at you, getting up, and ...not helping you get up. It's alright, you're not looking for romance any way.
You chose the nicest room. The biggest one, after Bucky's. As soon as you get in, the boys hand are on your waist, pulling you back against him. His lips on your neck making you giggle. He moves them to you breast, your only wearing your bra. «Can you help me take it off ? I have trouble with this things, bras hate me !» you laugh and help him take off the underwear as he unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground.
You feel yourself getting excited, this is so new to you ! Having a stranger in your big scary boss's house, and letting him fuck you. That's... liberating! And if you thought about feeling guilty, the way he replied to your message came to your mind and you'd just think “fuck him”
You jump on the bed, and invite your partner to join you, he does and as soon as he is next to you he attaches his mouth to one of your nipples, and his hand go directly to your pussy, teasing your entrance once again, you slid your hand towards his boxers, feeling his cock getting harder between your fingers as you pump up and down his lengh. You kiss slowly while teasing one another, moaning in each other's mouth.
But then, the blue eyes again. The metalic blue eyes of you boss appear in you mind. The beautiful mesmerizing blue eyes, that beautiful face, those lips, the smirk, the jaw the body, you wonder if his cock is thicker then ...OH DEAR GOD. THAT IS ENOUGH.
«Hey.» you awkwardly start. «Yeah ?»
«Wanna...get inside ?» (NDA : yes kids, sexe with a stranger is more awkward then sexy)
«Sure ! That's not an offer you say no to !» He stumble in the covers getting up, reach for his jeans and grabs a condom in the back pocket. He opens them and it takes few seconds of fumbling and shaky hands to get the condom in place, while you're lying there looking at him.
You both laugh awkwardly, as he gets on top of you, looks for the entrance few seconds, and start sliding inside. It feels nice. See ! you don't need fucking rude and sexy Mr.Barnes.
«Harder. Go harder.» he start thrusting faster, and you close your eyes. Concentrating on the feeling and the friction. but soon enough, the blue eyes try to make a new appearance, and you open back your eyes, to escape his.
He has nice hair. Nice blond locks. He looks cute, a slow building pleasure starts raising in your belly. Imagine his beared on your inner thighs, and his tongue battling your into submission, and ...his cock stretching your walls, and you orgasm is getting closer and closer, you push your hand over your mouth to keep your moans down, he doesn't go deep but he goes fast enough for you to feel ready to cum, on top of that you've been watching a lot of porn and dirty tumblr to get you there rapidly. and just as you pussy clenchs, he stops everything. Fuck Fuck Fuck, you try to buck your hips but nothing will save you, You just had a ruined orgasm !
«what, i, i !!! » « think someone is coming in.» he whispers.
You stop breathing as you hear a key turning in the lock.
The front door.
Fuck.
Only two people have this key, you ...and Barnes. Fuck. He is back.
Fuck Fuck Fuck. «My boss is back, fuck, hide !»
You put on your shirt no bra, your skirt no panties, you close the door of the room where you leave the boy, and run out at full speed. A second after you are in the living room, collecting his shirt on the couch, trying to hide the mess, you just have the time to push the empty alcohol bottle under the couch before Mr.Barnes appears.
«What are you doing ?» He says, suspicious, looking at you messy appearance. «Nothing, just cleaning.»
«at 11 pm ?» he raises a suspicious eyebrow. «I...icouldn't sleep.»
Your underwear. Shit. It's right on the edge of the couch. “Please don't notice, please don't notice, please don't notice” «well, since you are awake, could you draw me a bath ? I'm exhausted.» «Yes, sir.»
You go out as quick as possible, and passing by the end of the couch, you try to discreetly grab the underwear, you roll it in your fist, and run up the stairs. Once in the bathroom, you try to rearrange your hair, and start preparing the bath in a hurry, terrified at the thought that your boss could go to the friend's room you used (which he never does) and find your little...date.
While the water start to warm up, you hear the bathroom door open, and close in your back. And Mr Barnes just sits there, in your back, watching you, watching your every movement. Your fist is in front of you, tightly clenched on the underwear. His look is sharp, you feel it burning you skin, you are so aware of your own appearance. You are usually so put together. It must be the fist time in three years of working for him that he sees you in such a state.
What could he possibly be thinking. He is looking at you in such a way that your hands shake.
Maybe ...if he asks questions...you could tell him you were masturbating when he came in ? Sure it would be a shame, but ... It would be believable, and he would be to embarassed to look any further. You shake you head, trying to steady your hands, while adding salts in the water but then ... «You can go, I'll do that myself» he comes up right behind you, really really close.
He doesn't need to repeat himself, you furtively slip under his shoulder before running away
When you hear the bathroom door close again, you run towards the guest room and try to open the door quietly. But...it's locked. You try and try again and it's locked. «Hey it's me» you whisper. «Can I go now ?» Whispers the boy, from the other side. «Yeah, Open the door, why did you lock it ?»
«I didn't, i heard it get locked, i thought it was you.»
You brain stops working. Why would Barnes ever lock a guest room door ?
Deep inside you know. There is no other explanation. Your heart stops beating. But you head is desperately looking for any reason he would do that. There is none. There is only one : he knows. He know and you just lost your job. You feel tears gather in your eyes. God why did you have to be so stupid !? Sure, now is the time to regret. Fuck.
«I'll come back to open, can you just ...give me some time ?»
«What ? Are you fucking kidding me ?!»
You don't answer, and try opening the drawer where you know your boss puts a double of keys, but it's locked. You go to your room, think about gathering your personal effects, but then...your hands are shaking, and a small part of you still think "maybe he doesn't know, maybe there is an explanation"
You go back to the living room and start walking back and forth like a trapped animal. It lasts about twenty minutes. Until you hear it. You hear you name. From the bath room.
A commanding voice. Telling you to come here.
You hesitate a second.
But you have no choice.
You slowly start climbing the stairs.
Every step leading you to the bathroom is heavier then the one before.
Your heart is trapped in your throat.
You put your hand on the door lock. And try to catch you breathe. But suddenly the door opens and you are dragged inside by a firm hand around your wrist, before bumping into a hard chest. «Hey, there...» He whispers, in a dangerously calm voice.
You freeze.
He is naked, wrapped in only a tiny towel around his waist, holding you firmly against him.
You can feel his wet skin through your clothes. You don't now what to do, or what to say, but he doesn't seem to think the same. «Well behaved sluts answer when they are talked to.» He waits for you to speak up, but as you say nothing he continues «You are more eloquent with a dick in your pussy, aren't you ?» « no i...»
You try to say something, but you don't know what, you try to push him off but he is to strong. «No what? You though i wouldn't notice ? I knew the second i got in. You dumb little whore, you can see the window of the friend room from the outside. And your underwear on the couch ? Saw that to.» «I'm sorry, I was...»
«What ? What are you possibly going to say that could justify your behavior ?» his voice is dry, and he's body pushes itself further against you, forcing you to the wall. «I'm so sorry sir, don't fire me please. I don't know where my mind was, i..» «Fire you ? My god. That would be going easy on you. I know where your mind was, babygirl. In your horny little cunt.»
You whimper. Look down, only to see his muscular thighs, regretting, you close your eyes praying for all of this to be a bad dream.
«But I'm going to take care of that. You want to be fucked this bad ? Fine.»
You tilt your head up at him, surprised. Only to meet a black gaze.
« you are .. you are going to» « Fuck you ? Yes. Until you little pussy is sore, I'm going to fuck you more than what you can take, bully this little slut pussy, you understand ? Or do you prefer to get fired ?» «o...no.» «No what ? If you agree say "fuck me please sir"» «Please...» You stutter.
«That's not what I fucking asked!» He barks as his hand tightly grips you jaw, making you look at him. «Say it, loud and clear.» «Please, ...fuck me sir.»
«Ohh look at you, so well behaved. Your nipples are hard to..is that the water or the greediness, little slut ?» suddenly his hand leaves your jaw and grab at your neck, while his other hand cruely twist and pull on your nipple through your shirt, making you yelp, he let go of you hurt nipple, and his fingers grab something besides you on the edge of the bathtub. «See that in my hand? I'm going to push the blade of my razor on your delicate throat, now, you wouldn't want to hurt yourself by moving to much, right ? You better not fucking move. The things I'm going to do to you. The things I've wanted to do to you, Fuck» he grunts, «Take off your skirt»
You are forced to keep your chin high, because of the threatening blade, looking at him directly in the eyes, yours, teary, and his, dark with desire and anger. You push your skirt down, only to remember you are not wearing any underwear. You blush harder (even redder that what you already are) and you see his lips rise into a devilish smile.
«Is your pussy wet ? Did he finish fucking you ?» You don't answer.
«If you decide to act like that, I'm going to check by myself» he sighed. «Open you legs.»
While one of his hand keeps the blade against your skin, the fear of moving cutting your air, the other one reach down, and harshly forces your tights open, quickly moving up to your wet follds.
And, with no warnings, a slaps lands on your sensitive pussy, making you cry out.
Another harsh slap falls right on your clit and you try grabbing at his wrists and closing your thighs, but the blade pushed harder against your throat, and the hand that administrated the slaps push on your belly, forcing you to stay still. «Oh now see, you know how to use your voice. Did i say you could move? Stay the fuck still, whore.»
«Sir, it...it hurts.» «Oh really?»He says in a mocking voice, «good, it should hurt, is your little pussy sore from getting fucked under my roof ?»
Another slap lands, making a new cry escape your mouth. But you know better then to move, the blade is slowly moving up and down your skin, flattering it. The cold metal awaken every nerve of your body, and you feel... terribly aroused. You never felt more alive.
«It's nothing compared to when I'm done with you. I'm going to fuck the sanity out of you, little girl.»
You didn't plan on doing that, it's totally involuntary, maybe it's the vision of him, towering over you, only in his towel, hair pushed pack, his jaw tight, his eyes filled with hunger, his skin dumb, little drops of water rolling down his muscle, maybe it's the rush of adrenaline, maybe it's the mixed sensations from the blade, maybe ...maybe it's the months of fantasizing about him, of having this huge crush on the man, but you moan «Please, sir» as an answer.
He seems a little surprised, but soon a smirk ornate his lips and his eyes have a light of amusement and excitement.
«You want that ? You want me to fuck you ? How cute. That's not even a punishment for a greedy slut. Now...»
You're throat is set free, and you hear the blade hit the floor, as both his hands land on your waist, and his mouth join your neck, leaving met kisses and gentle bites, from your collar bone to your ear, « I bet you fantasized about that. About me fucking you, i mean, i knew you had a crush on me, but i thought of you as an innocent sweet little girl. Turns out...»
He kisses along your jaw, and when you think he is finally going to kiss your lips, he pull away.
«open you mouth.»
He scoffs at the speed you obey.
«Tongue out.»
You hesitantly pull out you tongue.
Your eyes widen as he spit in you mouth. And just as you are thinking about what you should do, spit it out ? Swallow ? Just ...keep it ? He makes the decision easier. He pinches your tongue between his thumb and index finger and cruely pull on it.
«Look at you, so desperate. Say "i belong to you"»
You try to close your mouth, but a slap lands on you cheek.
«No, no. Say it like that.»
The worst part is not you desperately trying to say the words with your tongue trapped between his fingers, it's not the obvious amusement on his face, not the humiliation he is putting you through, it's ...the fact that your pussy is getting wetter by the second, and you feel the blood flowing down to your clit. It aches, you want him to fuck you.
«Good girl. Now swallow.» He orders.
And you do, but this time you don't look away, your eyes firmly locked to his.
«I'm so fucking hard. You make me so fucking hard.» He grunts, pushing his hips on yours. Thighs on thighs, chest on chest, his dick on your hip bone.
If anything, he is, indeed thicker, and longer.
A little moan escapes your throat, as you move your hips with his, grinding against his cock, still hidden under the towel. Before you can think, your hand is reaching down, looking to feel him. He doesn't try to stop you, letting your fingers grip him, Making the towel fall on the ground. You feel him pulsing in your hand. He says and does nothing, fixating his eyes attentively on you. You start moving your hand up and down his shaft. You are fascinated, you explore every sensation, the one of your fingers wrapped around his veiny cock, you grip tighter, and wipe the precum leaking from his deep pink tip with your thumb. When you finally look up to see his reaction, his head is thrown back, his adam's apple bobbing under the thin skin of this exposed throat, you follow the edges of the his square jaw, the tensed large shoulders. His eyes are closed, and his breathing is unsteady.
And ...the fact that you do that to him, the fact that this is all you, makes your head spin.
You lower your gaze again, traveling over his chest, eye-kissing the perfectlytanned skin and the v of his hips, and his cock between your fingers. You admire how your hand is barely closing around it, and the precum still escaping the tip, how you can feel the blood pulsing in the prominent veins, how you ...are craving to close your lips around it. That's...the most beautiful cock you've ever seen, attached to the most beautiful man you've ever seen, and ...you want it all.
But just as you are thinking of dropping to your knees, his voice raises again. «You had your fun. don't fucking think you are in control.»
You look back up, and his hands tighten there grip at the small of your back, as he looks down at you. «Now, doll, I'll fuck your throat another time. Turn around.»
And, without waiting for you to oblige, he spins you around, and suddenly you find yourself facing the full body mirror.
His chin resting on the top of your head, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection, your eyes travel your appearance, flushed cheeks, slightly parted lips, hard nipples, chest raising and falling rapidly, his forearm firmly keeping you against him. «You are so ready for me to fuck you, sir's little slut.»
His hand slides under your shirt, your breast heavy in his palm, his calloused fingers pulling at your nipple, his mouth kissing right behind your ear, whispering.
«I'm saying that, but, you know, I've wanted to fuck you since the day you put a foot in this house.» Suprised, Your your raise your own reflection, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
«Don't look at me like that. The maid fantasy isn't a myth. Seeing you every day in this uniform, wanting nothing more than to fuck you on every flat space of this fucking house.»
You can bearly breath and you close your eyes, looking away.
Immediately you feel the sting of your hair being harshly pulled back, yanking your head up. «Eyes on me, on you, on us, you don't get to look away, whore.»
You shyly open your eyes, looking back at the reflection, but, not satisfied yet, he whispers, «say "yes sir"»
To ashamed and mesmerized by the picture before you, you don't immediately oblige, and that costs you a hard spank to your ass. «Say "yes sir"!» He repeats with a stern voice, that you know he won't tolerate you making him ask another time.
Another harsh slap lands on your ass and you yelp, «YES SIR.»
«Good girl, You know what, from now on, we are playing a little game, everytime I say something, ask a question, you reply with "yes sir", i don't fucking care if you like what I'm saying, i own you, and you will agree to whatever i say, do you understood?» «Yes sir.»
«such a good little slut, aren't you ?»
«yes sir.»
«You're not that dumb after all. Arms up, i want to see all if you.»
You immediately obey, and with that, you are completely naked, all available for him. «How beautiful, such a beautiful woman, with the soul of a whore, isn't that a pity ? I'm going to ruin it. Give me my pants.» «What ?» «What do you mean what ? You don't need to understand, i gave you a fucking order. I don't think you understand quite yet what is happening to you, but don't worry by the end of the night, you'll be a good girl again. The pants, slut»
You quickly reach to the floor and give him his pants, and it's with horrified eyes that you see him take the belt of the hooks. «Don't look at me like that, I'm not planning on spanking you with it tonight. But, you seem to forget who owns you, so..»
He reaches around your neck a put the belt around it, start to hook it «Until i buy you a proper leash, i'm going to put that around your throat, don't you think it's an amazing idea, doll ?» «Yes sir.»
«Good. Do you want a leash around that pretty neck ?» «Yes sir.»
«Now, i could think you are lying just to obey my orders, but you see, i think your telling the truth. Your eyes are filled with lust, and you pussy ...»
His fingers reached down, his thumb between your lips, before pushing two fingers all the way inside. «Your pussy is overflowing with your juices. It's twitching and sucking my fingers in.»
With no warning, 4 consicutive harsh slaps land on your ass cheek, making your cry outs and arch your back. «Did i give you permission to grind on my fingers ? No i don't think so, doll. You don't get preparation before my cock, you've already had that.»
You can't put your head around what is he talking about and you don't have time to think before feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance, «Are you ready ?» «yes sir.» «good girl.»
You expected him to slam himself inside, but...he, oh so slowly sink inside you, making you feel how every fucking inch of his cock is stretching you.
His hand reaches to your face and two is his fingers push themselves past your lips, pushing your tongue down, and making sure you are looking in the mirror. «You look so good like that.»
And with every inch of his cock that stretches your walls, the belt hugs your neck tighter, until he bottoms out, and you can bearly breath.
«Your so fucking tight doll, I'm surprised for such a worthless..» «STOP IT.» You scream
he immediately stills, and totally let go of the belt, letting your breathe deeply. You feel a sob in you're throat, and cover your mouth with your hand and close your eyes to keep the tears in.
«Oh my god, doll, did't hurt you ? I'm sorry, so sorry, come here, do you need to sit, do you»
«Stop calling me a fucking whore ! I've been in love with you for three years, i couldn't go see anywhere else because I think about you all the time, and tried to get over it, but i don't even have enough free time to meet someone ! I'm always working for you, and when I'm not, I'm thinking about you ! Stop stop stop stop...»
You keep repeating the words until you feel his arms wrap tightly around you, pulling you to his chest and hugging you. You're not crying, you are shaking, shaking of rage, of misery of lonliness, all the pent-up feelings that you had are short-circuiting your muscles. The hug is calming, at least he didn't just leave. But ...you are scared of the moment you stop shaking, and he stops hugging you, and tells you to get away, find a new job and someone who would love you back «i ...i'm jealous.» He Whispers
You're shocked to move, did you mishear ?
«i didn't want you to have a date tonight...i didn't want you to meet someone. And ...i ...i think like you, no i...i know i like you, it's...»
And from here on, it's the void, you don't catch any another word. He likes you ?
And finally you cry.
Tears slowly roll down your cheeks, and in the silence you can only concentrate on your ebulliting heat and Bucky's deep breaths. His heart to, is pounding under your ear, and you notice that you are holding into him as strong as you can, and he is doing the same. And from there, your have one feeling, hunger. And you have to satiate it. You've been starving for to long. You can talk later, and, if after you talk it doesn't work out, it will be okey, you want at least this moment. « I want you to keep fucking me.» «What ? No we don't have to..»
«No, i want to. And if you want to too, i want to keep going.» you say with confidence «But doll...»
«Show me what you feel, sir.»
He keeps silent for a moment, and then says slowly, like he is trying to keep control over himself.
«If you are sure, pretty girl. Let me just take this off» his hand travel to your neck to unbuckle the belt, but you stop him again.
«I ... Kind..of like it...can we ...?»
«Ohh doll, you want to keep the belt ? Such a naughty girl. You like the idea of me owning you ?» «Yes sir.»
«Good girl. My good girl...»
You feel his big hand move to your face, cup your cheeks, but...so gently. It's tender, nothing to do with his manners from the begging, and he softly move his face close to yours, looking at you directly in the eyes, the man that have been fucking you senseless, is now, shy and hesitating to kiss you, his eyes are showing just how sorry he feels and how he doesn't know how to act.
«Sir, i want a kiss.» «Yeah ? My pretty girl wants a kiss from me ?» «yes sir.»
His thumb keeps caressing your face while he slowly push his soft plump lips to yours, kissing staying still for a moment, enjoying the calming feeling, it feels like the word is exploding and...you couldn't care less. It feels like ...the chaos have a perfect order. His tongue saunter on your bottom lips, asking patiently for you to open your mouth, you like the kiss as it is and you want to savour the slowness of it for a moment more, knowing that when your tongues meet, there will be now slowness, no patience, just frenzy and hunger. And honestly you also want to test him a bit. So you don't open, but, at your satisfaction, he just waits, he keep tasting your lips, patiently, not forcing anything, not demanding anything. After you feel fed up with feeling him kissing you so purly, you part you lips, and finally give his tongue the access it's been begging for.
Like before big moment of life, there is an instant of calm. The time of a shared breath, where his tongue caress yours, and it's everything your heart needed. The world around you explode and it's perfect. The chaos is exactly where it should be, the chaos is perfectly ordered.
Then the desire takes it's rights again, the frenzy replaces the serenity. The hunger the fullness. The desire the satisfaction. He suddenly pull at the belt, and invade your mouth, owning it, owning you, and this time you gave that to him. He gets drunk on you, the more he drinks the thirstiest he is. His hand travel down your body, drawing every curve and fall before reaching your core. Every nerve of your body is in the edge. and soon as his hand gaze over your pussy, you whimper.
«Did he make you cum, doll ?»
You blush so hard while confessing, «a...ruined orgasm sir...you...you came in just when...»
He can't keep his loud laugh for himself, and his chest trembled filled with his hilarity. Shy, you burry your face is his neck and he caresses your hair. «oh poor baby, you had a ruined orgasm because of me?» He doesn't seem sorry for one bit.
«I don't know if i can be gentle if i fuck you, if you want I can just go down on you and... »
«No, sir, i ...i...still want you to show me how you feel. I can take it all.» «I knew you were perfect for me, doll.»
Your back is slowly pushed against the cold mirror, your hips brought forward, he keeps a firm grip of the belt, keeping your eyes locked, as he slowly burry himself in you. «My sweet girl never told me she wanted me, i was so scared i...i would...you...i..» «Harder sir, i want to feel you, I'll understand.»
He closes his eyes for a second.
And the air is kicked out of you. He slammed into you so hard that it kind of picked you up from the ground, like he was trying to rearrange your guts with all his might. «Bucky !»
hearing you say his name for the fist time must have awaken something in him, because he just seemed to fall in love right then, kissing along your neck, where you blood is pulsing. «Yes that's it doll, say my name...i love hearing my name from you.»
You repeat his name louder and louder as he goes faster and faster and you get closer and closer to your climax. «I want you for myself, i want no one thinking they can own this tight little pussy like i do, do you want me to show everyone that i own this pussy, your pleasure, your body, your love?»
«Yes, yes Bucky i want everyone to know !!!» «You want to cum doll ? You want me to give back the orgasm i ruined for you ?» «YES, Bucky, Please !»
«Hold it. not yet. I took away your orgasm from you, i think it's only fair i decide when you have it.»
«No please !» You desperately beg as you feel him slide out of you leaving you empty and needy.
«chuut, doll, I'm going to let you cum, i know how much you need it, but, not here.» a dangerous spark reflect in his eyes. «what ...what do you mean.» you hesitantly ask, not sure if your are ready for the answer.
«I mean that I'm not done teaching you a lesson.»
He kisses softly on your temple, and, with that, opens the bathroom door, pulling you by the belt, you follow behind, and ... you realise you ...get overly horny from him pulling you by the belt around your throat, you think to yourself «I can't wait to have a leash and collar he can pull me by» you get ashamed from the lewd thoughts. But you love the taste of ownership it gives him on you, and of belonging it gives you. A relationship that you feel have been here for a long time, but expressed for the first time tonight. He looks behind him and winks at you «I know you love me pulling you with my belt on your throat, aren't you a lewd maid, doll» you blush, and hide a slight smile by looking down.
Thinking he was taking you to the bedroom, you dont ask questions, until you over pass the door, and he guides you to the stairs.
«Where are we going ?»
«See, doll, i’m not a man who shares. and i don’t want anyone thinking that they can touch you, in any way. espacially not under my own roof.»
And that’s when you understant. you completly forgot about him. The guy you brought home.
And when you realize, he is already pushing the key in the lock
«finally ! is your boss gone? I thought you..»
Blondie stops right there in his phrase.
Seeing the massive and naked figure of barnes enter the room. Go cocked to talk looks at the man with wife eyes. «What ? Did you think she forgot about you ? Yes she did. She absolutely did.» starts Barnes.
«Who are you ?!» says the kid in an irritated voice. «The owner of the house» cuts Bucky in a dry voice, «Now, do you can get my fist in your baby face, or ...» «No ! Bucky he did nothing !» you intervene without thinking, still hidden behind the door.
«Oh well see whose talking, hiding behind that door. If you want to defend him come in sweetheart.» «i ...i can't.» «yes you can. Baby it's either my fist in his face or you show him who you belong to» «but ...»
«You have three seconds»
You know you don't have any other choice then to enter the room, one arm around you breasts and your legs as close to eachother as you can. You look at the floor, not brave enough to face your "date" of the night.
«What the fuck...is he forcing you to do that ? I'll call the cops.» «They will have nothing to do here.» interrupts Bucky, «Am i forcing you to do that sweetheart ?»
You shake your head.
«speak up.»
«no, no you are not.» «See, she enjoys it, tell him, love» «i enjoy it»
«Yeah ? Come here,» He pulls on the belt pulling you closer to him, and then slipping behind you. «Look how wet she is. That's not for you. That's for me. That's how wet she got when i punished her for fucking you. For thinking that she could be somebody else. Do you wanna see how I take care of her ?»
You think blondie is going to run out of the house, but you hear Bucky's laugh, and a zipper being undone.
«He want to see sweetheart ! Let's give him a show, he came all the way here for you, we can't let him leave with nothing.» «Yes sir.» «Good girl , now bend over the chair.»
Trembling from the anticipation and excitement, you get closer to the chair in the middle of the room and fold your body in half, a yelp escapes your throat when a hard smack is landed on you left ass cheeks, followed by the commanding voice of your boss
«Lower, arches your back»
You do, and his big hand delicately caress the smack mark he just left and then caress you along spine from bottom to your neck, sending shivers in your body. «See, how beautiful she is ? Do you think you deserve such a beautiful woman ? And you idiot would have fucked her what...6 minutes before cuming and calling it a night ? Huh ? No. I'm going to show you how ..»
He slips inside you slowly again, making you gasp when you finally feel him stretching you open around his thick member «how you she deserves to be fucked»
The boy don't answer, to absorb by the vision of you, back arched, hips pushed back, eyes closed, nipples hard, and moth opened, gasping for air. Your whole self is subjugated by a number of feelings. One of them is a sharp feeling deep in your soul, of proudness and excitement, coming from getting fucked by Bucky for an audience.
You can feel every vain on his cock pulse, and the tip targeting your most sensitive spot. Then, slowly dragging himself out, only to roughly push in again. Grabbing you by the hips he maintains a stable rythme, of rough but long thrusts. Dragging himself slowly out of you and penetrating with everything he has. You burry your face in the crook of your arm, now screaming and audibly gasping, and the worst and best part is everytime you try to avoid the roughness of his thrusting by leaning forward, he'd grip your hips tighter, and pull you back on his cock.
«I'm going to cum, sir, sir, i'm ...oh. I'm close...» you desperately cry out, feeling a volcano ready to irrupt in your lungs.
Immediately after those word leave your mouth, his hand closes around your throat, pulling your back, your head to his shoulder, and his other hand fall along your body, to press two firm fingers on your clit
«Good girl, such a good girl, about to cum on her boss's cock, wait, hold it»
Feeling you weaken, and your moans turning to breathy cries he squeezes harder on your neck : « said hold it, doll, you don't want to see what I'd do to you if you don't .»
It takes everything your have for you not to immediately cum, but, and thank God he is not using he's fingers, he is just keeping them on your clit, while he kiss you ear : «look at him baby.»
It takes you a second to understand who is he talking about, but when you get it, you are to close to cumming to fight him, or be shy, you look at the blond boy, who is rapidly stocking his cock, looking at you with hunger.
«See, he's going to cum for your cum from seeings you get fucked.»
Your vision is now blurry, and you have a hard time breathing, with his tight hold on you neck. «who is fucking you ?» «You sir!»
«Yeaah, tell him you love when i fuck you, tell him that you are my fuckdoll.»...«Say it, or you don't get to cum»
«I'm his fuckdoll ! I'm sir's fuckdoll ! I love when he fucks me ! Please can I cum !? I can't hold it !»
You desperately scream out, your last sentence cut because bucky starts furiously moving his fingers on your clit, still not letting go of you neck, but giving you some space, just enough so you not to faint. You hear a loud groan from in front of you and you understand that your "date" just came, and he seems to have come pretty fucking hard. You are yourself ridding the edge, trying not to let go before Bucky's permission.
«He just came for you. You are so fucking beautiful princess. cum, cum on my cock doll, cum right Fucking now.»
«Oh thank you, thank you bucky, oh my ....»
Your whole body shakes and he keep fucking you through your orgasm, his hip movements now messy and practically violent indicate that he is close to cumming to. «Going to fill you up sweetheart. You... okey with....fuck... that ?» «yes yes please.» you reply with a broken voice.
«Good Fucking girl, my good fucking girl» He groans, before stilling deep inside you and shooting hot strings of cum in you tummy, growling and harshly biting at your shoulder.
You go limp in his arms and he hugs you tight. You stay like that for few seconds breathing heavily, while he slowly pulled out.
Suddenly you feel something that sends panic through your body.
«Bucky ! » «don't move sweetheart.»
He's hand once again find your pussy, and he pushes two fingers inside of you
«No, no, I'm serious please i can't go again...»
«I know doll, i know, don't worry»
His fingers slip out of your pussy, covered in his cum and your juices. He then makes you sit on the chair, where you abandon yourself. And ...walks toward the boy, who is just sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed.
Silently Bucky stands before him, blondie looks at him with big eyes, half afraid half mesmerized. And Bucky...pushes his two coated fingers on the boys lips.
It takes a second.
Then, like obeying to a higher force,
The boy open his lips, and your psycho hot boss pushes his finger deep down his throat, making him taste you two mixed, and gag on his fingers.
Your "date" doesn't say anything, silently taking and licking the fingers, while looking up at your boss.
Bucky finally decides it's enough, take his fingers out the boys mouth, «go home»
Then turn around to you
«Going to sleep with me tonight, right Princess»
«heuu...hmmm excuse me, when, could we do that again ?» shyly ask blondie.
«Never. If you repeat anything of what happened to anyone, If you try to approch her, if i see you around my house, i kill you, now. get out. » conclude bucky in a sharp voice.
Blondie zip up his pants as fast as he can, and runs out of the room with not another word, maybe a little glance at you and... bucky.
Seeing that this last have an arrogant smile, «and That's how you Fuck a woman you're in love with» he screams, before hearing the front door close.
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Part 1
Dear Steve
Bambi
Princess
Harrington. I know I'm never going to give you this. So I guess I can write whatever the fuck I want. It's not gunna matter when I leave anyway so. I'm really fucking sorry I kicked the shit out of you. There was a lot of shit I was dealing with that night and you happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The plate was to much. Now that I know you a little better I know you weren't doing any perv shit with Max. She won't tell me what happened that night, but she kept a copy of one of the NDA's she signed. So whatever the fuck it was I know you protected her. After I beat the shit out of you. Fuck. I'm sorry I'm a coward and you're never going to read this. But I just can't. I knew I was gunna get stupid over you as soon as I pulled up that first day at school. Saw you standing with Wheeler by you fancy ass car and wanted to throw you into the back of the Camaro, treat you right. But I couldn't. I can't. My dad would kill me. And I mean literally. It's the reason we moved to this bum fuck nowhere town. He caught me sucking off some cute twink by the boardwalk and kicked my ass all the way to Sunday. I was in the hospital for a week and by the time they discharged me we were moving the next day. Guess he figured Hawkins was gunna set me straight. Which jokes on him cuz I met the prettiest boy I had ever fuckin seen. Fell halfway in love with him when he punched me in the face that November. Fell the rest of the way when he let me stay at his place after my dad laid into me real bad three months later. Told me I didn't deserve it. Broke out his dads fancy scotch and we got black out drunk at 3 in the morning on a Tuesday. Fuck I wish I could tell you. Because I'm gunna miss you so goddamn much when I go back to Cali. You don't know how many times I almost asked you to come with me. I could teach you to surf and we'd both get crappy jobs. Rent a shoebox apartment. But I then I think of that family you talk about. The kids and the dog and the white picket fence. I can't give you those things. I can't ask you to give up those things. Hell you don't even like men so even if I could it wouldn't matter. It's why I can't give you this letter. It's why I gotta high tail it back to Cali the day I graduate without telling you. Because I know if I see you I won't be able to. I can't say goodbye to you Bambi. I'd end up staying in this shit town just to be near you. Live the rest of my life dying inside while you fall in love with some pretty rich girl and raise those kids you want so bad in your nice big house. I gotta leave for the both of us. Because I love you.
Steve crumples up the note after reading it for what must be the 500th time. Twists it gently in his hands as he waits on the stoop of what is hopefully Billy's apartment complex. God this was a stupid idea. It's been six whole months since Billy up and left without a fucking word. He's probably over Steve. Hell he probably has a boyfriend. Looking the way Billy does Steve wouldn't be surprised. Gutted but not surprised. The California sun beats down on him as he waits for Billy to get home. Whenever that is. It's December and Steve's body is used to frigid Indiana winters. Not this sunny sea breeze heat. He twists the note a little harder, bounces his leg as he waits and waits and waits. God he's drawing some looks. Probably. He's been sitting here for going on two hours now and is starting to realize packing up his BMW with a bag of essentials with nothing but a note and a maybe address to go confront the love of his life was probably not a very well thought out plan. God what was he even gunna say?
Hey Billy, Max found your note while taking out the trash and gave it to me because she knew I was fucking heartbroken when you up and ditched me without a word. And I just thought I would drive for three whole days just to see if you still mean it even though it's been half a year and you've probably forgotten all about me and I'm sorry I never told you that I lo-
"Steve?"
Steve's head whips up and his heart fucking skips what must be 10 whole beats. That can't be healthy. Because there stands Billy fucking Hargrove carrying a paper bag of what is probably groceries. God he looks good. His hair is longer, dirty blonde curls reaching just past his shoulders. His skin is a deeper shade of tan under his white wife beater and denim shorts. And beyond all that he looks, relaxed. Carries himself with an ease he didn't have back in Hawkins. California has been good to him.
"What are you doing here?"
What the fuck is Steve doing here? When Max gave him the note he hadn't even thought about not going to see Billy. Had begged her for the address Billy had given her before he left just in case shit with Neil ever got bad. In case she needed to leave. But they hadn't spoken since and there was no guarantee that Billy hadn't moved. That he'd even made it to California at all. Just packed his car and drove. He feels kind of stupid now. Kind of wishes he had thought of something to say before hand instead of just flying by the seat of his pants.
"Hello Earth to Harrington?"
Right. Fuck. He's just been staring at Billy like a fucking freak.
"I- uh. Hi Billy."
Wow Steven real smooth. Great Job. Very natural.
"I just um. I...got your letter."
Billy looks confused. Fuck, he did forget. You're an idiot Steve Harrington.
"You know what I'm starting to realize I may have jumped the gun here and uh.. I'm gunna go."
He stands up from the cement steps and feels the stretch of his sore muscles. He hadn't really moved once he sat down to wait. Billy puts down his groceries.
"Woe woe hey you don't have to-.. Oh shit."
When Steve looks over at Billy he's gone a little pale despite the tan. Is staring with wide eyes at the crumpled stationary clutched in Steve's fist.
"Steve. I can..Fuck I can explain."
And you know what? Fuck this. Steve doesn't need to hear this when he already feels like the worlds biggest fucking loser. Drove all the way across the country just to see a boy who had moved on. Had left Steve behind. Just like everyone else.
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Moonlight and Stars ~ HJS [Request]
↱↱↱Word Count: 1.8K
↱↱↱Genre: Fluffy
↱↱↱Pairing: Han Jisung x Idol!Reader
↱↱↱A/N: Again I am really sorry about not being able to write the horror one you wanted but I hope this makes up for it sweetie!!!
It was the first time in months that Stray Kids had a real break and Han was going to use it wisely. He'd been wanting to see you in concert since he started training but he'd always been too busy or when he wasn't busy your concerts weren't on so he never could see you but finally the stars had aligned and he was able to go and see you.
"You sure you're going to be okay on your own?" Chan asked as he drove Han in the direction of the venue your concert was happening in, Han nodded at the older member he'd been looking forward to this for months he wasn't about to back out now right at the last minute. He'd gotten front row passes and he was able to go backstage to meet you after the concert was over since he was an Idol just like you were.
"Yeah, it'll be fine." He promised Chan who smiled at him softly. Han wasn't the best with crowds of people he didn't know but he was getting better at it and Chan was proud of him for doing something that was a little more out of his comfort zone than he was used to since Han was so used to being the one on the stage instead of in the crowd.
"Text me when you need picking up," Chan said as they pulled up outside the venue, it was already packed full of people lining up to see you and Han nodded sliding on his hat and mask before hopping out of the car and going to stand in the line with everyone else. Keeping his head down so no one would recognise him, he didn't want it to turn into a night for stray kids when it was a night for you. Y/n Y/l/n one of the most known solo singers in the world.
"I had a rumour that this is her last ever concert..." Han's ears picked up at the sound of it and he stepped closer to listen in to the conversation but without making it look obvious,
"Yeah I heard it too, the company she's with is dropping her?" They went into a deeper conversation but Han ignored it not wanting to listen to rumours, he was an idol so he knew what rumours were...Just rumours although sometimes they could be true so he tried to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach and focus on getting excited to see you sing.
You were a sweating panting mess up on the stage and you giggled into the microphone looking over at everyone in the crowd,
"You guys have been amazing!" You screamed into your golden microphone eyes glancing over everyone in the crowd, you couldn't believe it would be the last show you would ever do for them and you couldn't help but start to get emotional over it.
"I want a photo of us all together, shall we do it?" You asked looking over at the side of the stage where a photographer was waiting when the crowd screamed yes you got into the centre of the stage and posed for a photo with them, making plans to sit the photo on your desk at home. Han smiled as you got up from the floor and cleared your throat into the mic, he couldn't help but feel upset that the concert was ending but there was something wrong, there was something on your face that made him ache and he could tell you were upset over something,
"So there are-" You cleared your throat again as you started to tear up at the thought of addressing what you were about to address to everyone in the room,
"There are some rumours going around at the minute that I know some of you have heard." Han's heart rate picked up at the memory of what everyone was talking about outside the venue,
"And I wanted you to be the first ones to know that unfortunately those rumours are true and I am retiring from my company." The crowd literally began booing and Han stared up at you, you had tears rolling down your face as you spoke about it and he could tell it wasn't something that was your choice.
"Hi, thank you, everyone, for everything you've done for me over the years. I know there is no real way I could ever thank you so I just upped your pay a little and I hope you guys know I love you." Han heard you saying to the crew backstage, he'd gone to get a coffee for himself and you while he waited for the backstage pass to be used. The crew all left and you were alone in an empty hallway,
"You alright?" Your head snapped up to see Han Jisung from Stray Kids standing there and you almost fell over the air as you noticed him staring at you, then you realised you hadn't said anything yet.
"W-What? Me? Yeah, I'm cool. You?" Cool? Did you just say you were cool? You wanted to slap yourself across the face but Han was laughing softly and handed you a cup of iced coffee,
"Thank you, Han,"
"You know me?" You nodded at his question and giggled at his widened eyed expression he looked adorable,
"Who doesn't? Also, you happen to be in one of my favourite kpop groups." He chuckled and smiled at you suddenly forgetting everything he wanted to talk to you about until he saw a tear rolling down your cheek, out of habit he reached out and wiped it away shocking you both as you locked eyes.
"S-Sorry I just-"
"It's fine, was just a little shock." You giggled trying to ignore the spark you felt when his hand came into contact with your skin and Han tried to forget about the butterflies in his stomach.
"Are you retiring out of choice?" You stared down at the floor you weren't supposed to speak about it since you'd signed an NDA restricting you from giving out information about it and why you were being let go but Han didn't need an answer. He could tell by the look on your face that it wasn't your idea to quit,
"We could talk about it if you want...I won't tell anyone." You looked up wanting nothing more than to spill your guts to someone but you heard your name being called by a stage manager.
"I have to get to the small meet and greet...Can I take you out for a coffee and we talk about it?"
Taking him out for coffee didn't happen, you ended up getting in your car together and driving to the beach even though it was pitch black out you both decided it was a nice evening for it. Even though you'd never met Han before you had a strange feeling inside of you letting you know you could trust him with everything, and he had a sort of aura around him that made you feel relaxed and easy-going with him.
"What was the reason they gave for firing you?" Han asked as you sat on the bonnet of your car looking out at the sea. The only thing lightening up the area were streetlights and the stars which gave the setting a romantic feel but neither you nor Han cared about that,
"I wanted something they didn't, it was in my contract and I decided I didn't want something like it being taken away from me." You whispered not wanting to admit what it was but Han stared at you,
"Which was?"
"Dating. No dating until 8 years of working for them and it had been 3," You sighed sliding down from the front of your car, you kicked off your shoes and stepped down onto the sand letting it relax you as you felt it. It was the first time in years you'd been to the beach without a pack of guards around you, or photographers following you. You and Han had gotten lucky, ditching dispatch and heading straight for the beach to relax without a care in the world, as though you weren't famous.
"Eight years? Even JYP was slack and gave us three years." Han said following your lead and walking alongside you down the beach, looking at you as you tried to explain everything that the company had put you through.
"I guess I should be happy it's over but I just- I'm going to miss performing for my fans." Han nodded along and stopped you from walking by taking hold of your wrist, you stared at his hand and then up to his face.
"You don't have to stop performing though, you can move to a different platform...Start performing on Youtube and grow a fanbase there." You hadn't thought about it before, you just figured everything would be gone the moment the contract was done but Han had a point,
"Plus you can always go to other companies, plenty of people would be more than willing to let someone as talented and beautiful as you work for them."
"Beautiful? Y-You think I'm beautiful?" He nodded with a bright red blush creeping up onto his cheeks even in the low lightening you could tell he was blushing.
"Yeah, I mean- yeah, you're great and you're like- You know-" He couldn't finish a sentence because you lent over and kissed his cheek, his grip on your wrist dropped and you instantly felt bad for kissing him...He could have been dating someone, he could have just seen you as a friend or anything.
"Sorry." You whispered looking down but his fingers were on the bottom of your chin tipping your face up to look at him, he was no longer the blushing mess he was before, there was something different about him as if someone had flipped a switch and he brought your face closer to his. Closing the gap you kissed him and your arms wrapped around his neck and he moved his hand to your waist, bringing you closer to him as he kissed you. It was like your whole world was on fire the moment it happened, everything else around you melted away and it was as though it was just you two in the entire world. It wasn't until you had to come up for air that the world slowly began to seep back into your mind,
"So yeah," He said awkwardly with a chuckle behind his words, you giggled and bit down on your lip looking up at him not knowing what to say not that you'd just kissed your ultimate crush.
"I erm, can we- Will you do that again?" You asked nervously and he obliged bringing you closer to him once again connecting your lips and making out with you as you stood under the moonlight and stars.
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A Clownfish & A Mermaid (5/?): Snatched! (Biadore) - doctor bitchcraftt
Anonymous request from AQ: “I love your fic of Bianca playing Adore for snatch game on bots, could you write one where Adore surprises Bianca by coming out as her? Maybe Bianca is being the host and doesn’t know till Adore appears.”
A/N: Keeping it non-AU by having it take place before Adore left for AS2, because as far as I remember she did have Bianca as her backup character for Snatch Game. And oh how I wish we’d been able to see that… A little bittersweet, because we know Adore didn’t stay for Snatch Game.
Regarding Bianca’s waist measurement: her dress form is a 12, which has a 29-30 inch waist; additionally, it’s quoted as 28 in an article from years ago and she looks to be about the same size now. Xoxoxoxo, bitchcraftt
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“Show me what else you’ve got?”
Bianca lounged on the couch surrounded by piles of drag and half-packed suitcases. Still in drag after hosting a show, she’d ignored the stare from the Uber driver (typical) and his awkward attempts at flirting (not typical), and blown through the door at full force to find Adore already spreading her chaos across every available surface.
NDA or not, Danny’s excited call a couple of days ago about accepting All Stars 2 made it clear that the planning had to include Bianca. Roy kept his mouth shut at the objections he desperately wanted to voice - fallout from Danny' losing his dad, amongst other things - and promised his support in any way possible.
They’d spent the better part of the last two hours going through Adore’s drag, matching items to the list as best as they could and trying to guess what the challenges might entail. Vintage shopping yesterday netted a gorgeous purple sequined shift that would go wonderfully with her crimped lavender wig, and they’d agreed on a half dozen other looks already before test driving for Snatch Game. Adore’s Snatch Game needed to be strong, even stronger than her season six Anna Nicole Smith if possible. Without Bianca and DeLa giving her a run for her money, she should be a standout. Her first choice seemed decent, but having a backup option was always a good idea.
Danny had briefly complained about having to go into full drag and face for each look, but there was no way to get a complete opinion otherwise. Because of that, she’d insisted that Bianca not watch her prep so that she would be able to give advice on the final product.
Bianca was prepared to loan her anything she needed, and tried to guess what the character would be based on Adore banging around her closet and cursing. After twenty minutes, Adore’s voice drifted around the corner.
“Close your eyes!”
“Really?" Bianca rolled them instead.
"I want it to be a surprise!”
She’d teased that it was another queen, and Bianca tried to picture her dressed as Alyssa or Laganja in things garnered from her own extensive wardrobe. Although, Adore did have a wicked DeLa voice…
“Fine, they’re closed.”
The sound of heels clicking nervously on the hardwood heralded Adore’s arrival, tapping to a stop on the carpet in front of the couch.
“ ‘Kay, you can open them.”
Bianca blinked a few times, shook her head in disbelief, and tried to find her voice.
“You like it?"
Adore had borrowed a pair of Bianca’s platform pumps covered in jet black rhinestones, and her nude fishnets showed where she held the weighted hem up. Above that, she was corseted tighter than ever before over actual padding, clad in a fitted black velvet cowl-neck sleeveless gown with oversized sequin flowers pinned at the shoulder and hair piled up to ridiculous heights. Was that five wigs? An assortment of sparkly bangles and large bracelets worked their way up from her wrists to almost the elbows on both arms. To top it off, Adore had picked Bianca’s most obnoxious chandelier earrings to accompany the exaggerated eyes and what had to be eight pairs of lashes.
She clutched a throw pillow in front of herself, cocked a hip, and grinned before schooling her face into a disapproving frown.
"NOT TODAY SATAN!"
Bianca opened and closed her mouth a few times, before starting at the floor and making her way up with a critical eye. The silence stretched between them, broken only by the clink of bangles as Adore fidgeted.
"Well fuck me,” Bianca managed at last.
”…was that a good fuck me?”
As she watched nervously, Bianca’s blank expression transformed into a howl of laughter, raspy cackle filling the room. Unable to speak through it, she flailed wildly. Adore’s smile drooped a bit on the edges, face gone anxious. Her posture melted into a slouch, vaguely ridiculous given the silhouette of her outfit.
”…okay, I get it. I look fucking stupid, and I’ll -“
Bianca pushed off the couch, catching her hand before she could do more than turn.
“N- no! Don’t! It’s…fucking…hee hehehe hee hee- oh my fuck it’s perfect!”
“Yeah?”
“Lemme hear what you’ve got planned." This should be something else.
Adore scowled, dropping her voice and rolling her eyes. "I ain’t got time for this. Beat it queen! Need help packin’ ?”
”Fuck you bitch, I do not sound like that! You sound like you’re gargling gravel in there.” After a night of yelling at a crowd her own voice was scratchy and rough, and Bianca couldn’t hold a straight face. “All right fine, maybe I do.”
She pulled her into the drag room to stand side by side in the mirror, ignoring how the usually neat racks of dresses looked like a tornado touched down. Without her own heels on she was the better part of a foot shorter than Adore, but together they looked like Bianca standing next to some of the more accurate fan art. Seeing her own signature evening gown on Adore’s body set her off again.
”Adore Del Rio,” she giggled, dabbing at her eyes, “this might be the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Including Anna Nicole.”
“Really?“
"Not when you stand with your mouth open like that,” Bianca teased, nearly losing it again when Adore stuck her tongue out.
“Put your hand on your hip. No, like this,” Bianca repositioned Adore’s arm and tugged her knee until her right leg crossed in front of the left, bent slightly. “Emphasizes the hips, it looks more feminine like that.”
“We won’t be doing runway like this, I’ll fucking trip over the hem. I hope?"
“You wanna be prepared. And you’re taller so it won’t hit the floor…Visage is going to love that."
The sequined flower was perfect and she didn’t need a necklace, but… “Here.” She pulled the bracelets off and dug back into the jewelry drawers, discarding some and adding others to the pile. She slipped them back onto Adore’s wrist sorted by color, switching the smaller beads for chunkier ones. “Exaggerated but still detail oriented.”
A second pair of less garish earrings followed, Bianca’s signature hoops with colored beads. “In case you wanna use them for something else. Now sit.” She nudged her down in front of the vanity, picking up eyeshadow. "Gotta get you beyond clown."
Frowning in concentration, she gripped Adore’s chin gently to hold her steady and reached for a lipliner. "Your lips are full enough, don’t overdraw, just make the Cupid’s bow curved right here." Adore had done a good job reproducing her eyes, although the liner was a bit more winged than Bianca would wear it. Punk rock style or not, Danny was a talented makeup artist and the Bianca face only needed a little bit of adjustment. “Raccoon territory next. You need to avoid too much color on the lids.” With a few deft strokes, she painted even darker eyes and added more white to the bottom lids before making the beauty mark bigger.
Once satisfied that the face was right, Bianca collected a few items - two shades of gloss, new packages of lashes - and zipped them into a cosmetic bag with the earrings for Adore to pack. "Stack them fresh, you don’t want to wear someone else’s lashes, who knows-”
“Yes mom." Her tone of voice implied that this was yet another lecture. "I know, but they’re yours so…" She wilted a little under Bianca’s unimpressed stare. "Okay fine, but it’s not like I’m gonna get eye herpes from them.”
Moving up from the face, Bianca studied the auburn curls tenuously balanced on her head. Frowning, she pulled it apart to set three of the five wigs aside, teased and re-pinned, then nodded decisively.
“Forget you trying to do this in the workroom. Let me style you a full wig so it’s ready to go.”
Adore nodded and stood, leaning on the table for support. Bianca narrowed her eyes when she noticed that she seemed to be slightly out of breath.
”Can you breathe in that?”
”Yeah?”
“That shouldn’t be a question. You need to be able to sit for an hour, you remember what it was like. Show me how you’re cinched.” When Adore seemed reluctant, Bianca bent to hike up the skirt of the gown, waiting until Adore took the fabric from her before peeling the dress up her midsection (thank goodness for stretch velvet) to reveal the corset.
"Adore.” The gently chiding tone was worse than annoyance. “You’re not Chachki for fuck’s sake. We can get rid of some of that padding and loosen it up." While she spoke, Bianca turned Adore around to untie the laces before unzipping the front to reveal angry red welts where the boning strained around her waist. Sighing, she pulled the tights down enough to work the pads out from underneath.
"But…” Adore protested, “your waist is so small!”
“It’s about proportion. You’ve got enough to cinch in without the pads. Just make your tits a little bigger, squeezing down to this isn’t going to even show when you’re sitting behind a table." Bianca searched on the side table for a tape measure, wrapping it around her own waist. "I’m 29 corsetted, 30 with the gown. I only take two inches off.”
“I wanna get it right."
The muttered comment seemed more weighted than just a corset disagreement and Bianca paused with her hands on Adore’s hips. "Pussyface?
"It’s…” Adore met her eyes, more serious than she’d been the entire night. “I don’t want to disappoint you. What if I fuck this up?"
"Hey." Even with the heels, Bianca still needed to tip Adore’s chin up to make eye contact. "You’re gonna be amazing, you hear me? They’re lucky to have you, and it doesn’t matter what happens on some reality tv show filmed in RuPaul’s basement. You could go home the first week and I’d still be proud of you for going back in to that fucking shark pit.”
Adore was silent while Bianca zipped her back up and smoothed the dress back down. Bianca turned her to face the mirror again, and was relieved to see the small smile.
“Really, pussyface,” she felt the need to repeat, “I’m so proud of you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
#rpdr fanfiction#bianca del rio#adore delano#biadore#clownfish mermaid#fluff#canon compliant#doctor bitchcraftt
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Chapter 47 - Sverige
They decided to stay in Noronha for a few more days and they were about to change their tickets again when reality came and knocked on their door.
They both did not want to come back to England because they knew that they would need to do a few things in regards of their relationship. Harry was, as always, respectful of Carol’s timing and they did spend most nights talking about what was to be expected of their relationship. He was guiding her through it all and assuring her that they wouldn’t lose themselves in the middle of media, palace and protocols.
He briefly explained to her what could and could not be done and she had figured half of it by herself before she even met him. Everyone knew that the girlfriends used to have a hard time specially with the media. His previous girlfriends had gone through hell and not to mention what Kate had to endure over all those years. Although he was doing his best not to scare her, she was scared – but not for a second regretting her decision. She wanted to talk to someone who had actually gone through it.
“You should not worry about the palace and protocols as for now...” he said while they were flying back home, on the private jet of the Royal Family. “They will leave us be for now, to see if the relationship evolves.” he paused and looked at her “The only thing you will have to do is obvious and you probably know already.”
She laughed.
“Yeah… keep to myself, trust no one, accept a new phone so I don’t get hacked. Also change email addresses, lockers and such… it all before the media finds out who I am.” she answered. “How long do you thing we can keep this as a secret?”
“Well… we were just surrounded by family and all staff have signed NDA’s. We are both loaded with work, so we probably won’t be sleeping over as much… I think, if we are lucky, four to six months of oblivion.” he said. “But we need to check that with Foxy and the team.”
“What about your grandmother?” she asked.
“What about her?”
“Are you going to tell her? Do you have to write a formal letter for the Royal book?” she was clearly insecure and he side embraced her.
“How do you even know about the Royal book…. Never mind… I will tell her, of course. Come to think of it, I find that she was actually expecting this.”
“Was she now?” Carol was surprised.
“I think she was… she liked you, Carol. I told you that many times.”
“Well… pardon me for not believing that the Queen liked me after our only three minute encounter.” they both laughed. “Ok… I think I can do this. Just need to stay out of the media and not let them discover who I am. Can’t even imagine what to tell my boss if they find out too soon.”
“It’s quite hilarious that you work at BBC and somewhat with media and press and you are dating me. Quite the breaking news to change a journalist's life. Ain’t it?”
“I think our dating is quite life changing enough. I could though tip one of my friends and make a change in someone else’s life.” - They both laughed hard at that.
As expected, as soon as they landed, real life came crashing on them.
Harry went straight to Kensington on a separate car and Carol waited for an hour to leave the airport, so the press would be gone by then. She went home and after unpacking and a shower, and obviously a phone call with Harry, she started checking her emails and saw that she had tons to do.
She wanted to work a bit more, but when she noticed it was way past 10pm and the jet lag was taking a toll on her, she made a cup of tea and went to bed.
When she left her flat the next morning, she felt like she was being watched. She looked around but there was only the friendly elderly couple that she saw every morning, she said a few amenities to them, as always and kept walking to the nearest station.
She couldn’t stop glancing around. It seemed to her that all eyes were on her. Like the world already knew.
The reality was that everyone was tending to their own business and just commuting to work in that morning.
She took several deep breaths and started to reason. If someone had said something, Harry would have let her know. And she wouldn’t be able to leave her apartment due to the photographers.
She arrived at work and barely had the time to sit on her chair. Her boss called her for a meeting and she cursed under her breath.
Before she arrived at the meeting room, she sent two texts.
The first one to Harry:
C: Why do I feel like the word is out?
The second one to Sofia
C: We need to chat. REALLY need to chat. Going to a meeting now. Are you free for a call around lunch time?
“I mean it, Sofia. It looks like everyone knows!” Carol whispered on her phone while having lunch on her desk.
“Has anyone said anything about it? Boss, coworkers, Edward, Harry?” Sofia calmly answered.
“No. Harry assured me that no one knows.”
“So… its something of your imagination, Carol. Just chill. Take a deep breath. Stop freaking out for no reason. Otherwise you won’t have much energy when everyone does know.”
“You are right… I mean. It’s been less than a week… first day back in London.”
“Your fears are getting the best of you. Stop it!”
“Ok… How did you do it?”
“One day at a time. And focusing on what mattered.” Sofia said and Carol could hear Alexander’s giggle, she was probably playing with the little boy. “Focus on strengthening your relationship, evolving as partners. When the storm hits, you and him will be ready. Don’t waste your energy on something that has not even happened yet.”
“Ok. I will do that…” she took a deep breath. “I will be in Sweden in two weeks. Can we meet?”
“Of course. Let me know when so I can arrange. Do you want to stay with us?” she offered.
“I really don’t want to bother. They have booked a hotel for me at Gamla Stan. But thank you.”
“Well… we can meet for lunch nearby where you will be working, but I want you to come and have dinner with us. So you can meet little Alexander.” they both laughed when they little boy answered “jag” (yes) on the background.
“Will do. And… Sofia, thank you for this.”
“Don’t have to thank me.”
“I don’t believe it! It took us one whole week to be able to be together. I think we should both quit our jobs and only date for a living.” Harry said while helping her make dinner at her place.
She simply laughed.
“We chatted everyday though. Even had Skype calls.” she said mixing the ingredients in the pan.
“Not the same as being with you, touching and kissing you. I swear it Carol, our jobs suck.”
“Its not like you can quit yours though...” she smiled and pecked his lips and caressed his face. “But I do appreciate the fact that you missed me and want to spend more time with me.”
“Of course I want to spend more time with you, darling. You are my girl. I have fought so hard to have you. Don’t want to lose you by not being there when you need me.” He was truly concerned about it.
“You are not going to lose me that easily. I do think we should be working less, but with William still in Norfolk and me with all my trips, we are going to have to accept the fact that we are going to be separated most of the time.” she turned off the heat of the stove “Which I think is good… time apart makes us miss each other more.” she bit her lower lip and he kissed her temple.
“I just want this to work. I just want to enjoy while most people don’t know about us.”
“We will make the most of the time we got, babe. Don’t worry.” she started setting the table for them and humming a song.
“Its been a while since you did that.” he said taking a sip of his beer and admiring her.
“Since I did what?” she asked.
“Hummed. You used to that all the time when we were working.”
“You noticed that?” she was surprised. Sometimes she didn’t even realize she was humming the same song.
“Of course I did. At first it drove me nuts, but I have started to enjoy this sound.”
She smiled at him.
“I don’t know this song, though.” he added.
“I will share it with you when I’m ready.” she smiled and they both sat to eat and catch up on their week’s work.
Not in a million years both of them would’ve thought that they would rather spend the night in instead of going out to restaurants, pubs or dance clubs.
They took their time having dinner, did the dishes together and laid on Carol’s bed to watch some TV shows. Carol wanted this now more than ever, this sense of normalcy. Here, inside her apartment it only existed both of them. And she did not had to worry about anything else on this world.
She made herself comfortable in his arms and closed her eyes for a minute to forget the nasty headaches she’s had for longer than she could remember and that now have been joined by heartburn.
“When are you going to Sweden?” he asked.
“Next week. I have bought Alexander lots of gifts.” she said excitedly.
“Have you now?” he laughed. “I swear, you spend all your salary in spoiling kids. First Tommy, now Alexander...”
“Wait until I meet George and Charlotte.” they both laughed at that. “I just love kids. That’s all. If it was for me, I would’ve bought things for Estelle, Oscar and Arthur… but I don’t know Victoria...”
“Yet.” he interrupted her.
“I don’t know Victoria yet… as I was saying…. And I don’t know how she would feel like in receiving gifts from a stranger.”
“Well… she always gets gifts from strangers on her birthday, doesn’t she?”
“But that’s different… completely different.”
“Do you think you are OK to fly? You complained about your heartburn for the whole week. And headaches and flights are a very bad combination.”
“I have to, though. I have been taking lots of meds for that. Hopefully it will pass soon.”
“You know… I should be a therapist. After my slightly push you and Harry started dating.” Sofia said mid lunch when they met.
“You did help me a lot, Sofia. Thank you. But its not easy. Not that I thought it would be. I mean, every relationship is hard. But in our case… its harder.” Carol took a huge sip of water as the heartburn had worsened.
“I will give you that. But so far you guys are doing a great job.” she smiled.
“Thanks.”
“Who else knows?”
“My mom and stepdad, my sister and probably her mom. His immediate staff, Skippy and Lara, Arthur and Alessandra. Julia, a friend of mine and I believe he has informed his grandmother, but I am not sure. You and Carl Philip as well.” Carol said before taking a bite of the meatball she had ordered.
“I thought he had told William too...”
“Nah… he and William are not really speaking of personal subjects at the moment… He will at some point as it’s been a month since we’re dating.” Carol smiled remembering the exact night he asked her.
“Less people knowing the best...”
“Airplane again?” she asked looking at the little blonde boy that was staring right back at her.
“Jag, jag, jag!!!” Alexander had his arms in the air for she to pick him up and make airplane noises while walking with him around his playroom and watched by his parents.
She picked him up, made the noises and gave three full circles around the couch and his toys and put him on the floor again, quickly sitting and asking the little cherub to sit by her side, as she was completely dizzy and tired of all the times she had done that before.
“Alexander, I am going to take you to London with me!” Carol said, still out of breath and dizzy. “How come a two year old can be so sweet???”
The little boy just smiled and asked Carol to play with the stuffed tiger she had brought him.
Carol tried to learn a few basic Swedish words so the boy would understand her, but they were getting along just fine. She even, for a minute or two, forgot that his parents were in the room and that they were in the middle of a conversation.
After they had dinner and Carl Philip excused himself to put the little boy to bed, Sofia accompanied Carol to the door.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“Just a heartburn that doesn’t leave me for two weeks now.” she answered.
“Its odd for someone to have that for that long… I really hate heartburn. I’ve had it during my whole pregnancy.” Sofia said and offered her some pills that would help. Carol thanked after she got the small box.
“I did know that I had a few issues with my stomach. Just did not know it was too severe. Already have an appointment when I get back. Thank you again, Sofia for having me.”
“Thank you for visiting and babysitting for us!” they both smiled. “Next time you come our remodel will be ready at Villa Solbacken.”
“Can’t wait for next time.”
Carol went straight to Kensington palace after her plane landed. She only had a quick stop at Boots and then hired a cab outside the airport. She was supposed to go to the office, but she called in sick and her boss was starting to cut her some slack due to how hard she was working these past weeks.
She arrived and saw Martha, Harry’s housekeeper and tried her best to not be rude. Her discomfort had reached a level where she was a bitch even to her shadow. But it wasn’t Martha’s fault. She asked if she could go to Harry’s bedroom or if Martha still needed to clean that. The sweet housekeeper said she could stay anywhere in the cottage and promptly grabbed her luggage to start her laundry. Carol tried to fight and say that it wasn't necessary, but the other woman insisted.
Carol only grabbed her tote and he laptop case and went to Harry’s room. She had texted him on the way saying she was going to his house and if he could meet her there. She said she missed him and that Carl Philip had sent him a few bottles (which was true).
She paced his bedroom for a whole five minutes both trying to see if that would relieve this fucking heartburn she was feeling. She was waiting for the meds to kick in. Sofia’s meds really did help and she made sure to buy a few more before she left Sweden. Also she was trying to be bold and do something that was echoing in her mind.
Deciding that there was no point in delaying the inevitable, she opened her bag, got the package she bought at Boots and went to the bathroom.
After a quick shower, she was wearing Harry’s pajamas when he arrived. Happy to see her and concerned because he had been informed that she wasn’t 100% well while in Sweden.
She hugged him tighter than ever. She needed him and his assurance.
She needed his smell and his body. She needed him beside her today more than ever.
“Hey… babe. What’s wrong. I am here. Do you want to go to the ER?” Harry whispered calmly while caressing her wet hair.
She just needed his embrace and presence, for she didn’t know for how long she would have it.
“Tell me what you need.”
“You” she whispered back.
“I am here.” he answered.
“Do you plan on staying? Through thick and thin?”
“Of course, Carolina. Have you gone mental? You’re my ride or die. The love of my live.” he answered and looked at her. She was crying and he didn’t know why.
“You promise?” she asked while he was drying her tears.
“Of course, I promise. What happened to you, darling?”
She tried to tell him. She really did. But her tears and her nervousness took the best of her.
She simply hold his hand and took him to his en suite bathroom.
There, on the marble top of the sink was something that would change their lives forever.
Staring at them as if they have a bright arrow pointing at it stood three pregnancy tests.
Harry didn’t understand what it meant for a moment and approached.
And he saw the most bright pink straws on the three of them.
N/A: FRESH NEW CHAPTER FOR YOU.
Already working on the next one.
Hope you enjoy it.
I truly missed you guys.
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Woke The F*ck Up- Chapter 12
Kara threw herself into both her jobs. The gym opened and so she was training people during the day and hunting Cadmus at night. She stopped even bothering to go to her apartment. When her lease ended two weeks after the break up she just moved everything into storage instead of renewing it, keeping the essentials and living in the Super Cave. Alex grew worried, dragging Kara to her apartment once a week for movie nights that usually ended in both sisters drinking. And crying.
Alex was slowly getting over Maggie but it still sucked, loving someone and knowing they loved you but being torn apart by different futures. After the crying, Kara usually painted. Most the time she didn’t remember them but she would wake to paint splattered on her clothes and hands in Alex’s spare room. Most of the time they were of Lena in some form. Others were just full of angry brush strokes and harsh colors.
Lillian hadn’t returned to National City as far as Kara knew and they had only located a couple warehouses with even fewer arrests. Even though the secret organization Alex worked with, she was still tight-lipped about, knew about Kara’s activities, she had had no contact with them. They were able to keep the Cadmus agents in prison which was a good thing. Kara didn’t know how but at least she didn’t feel like she was stuck in an endless episode of Roadrunner where she was Wile E. Coyote. In the third week since the break up she called Lena. Sent straight to voicemail but she was drunk enough to leave a message. Alex had passed out and couldn't stop Kara like she usually did. Kara was proud that she was able to keep her voice steady and not slur her words. Rationally, she knew she should just focus on her mission here in National City, but her heart wasn't rational. She wasn't even very angry anymore. Just sad and hurt. But even then, she just blamed herself. She should have told Lena earlier. Maybe then this wouldn't have happened because then Lena would have known why Kara was missing all the flights and phone calls. Even now the flimsy excuses for not telling Lena held up like wet paper towels under the weight of her heavy heart. She just wanted to tell Lena in person. So Lena could see her face and know it was the truth. Christmas came and went, then New Years.
When nights were slow in crime, that's when Kara found herself in her own criminal activities. She stumbled upon it on accident while patrolling. It was stupid, she knew, but it helped her with forgetting in a way she couldn't with alcohol. She became the rawest forms of her emotions, letting her anger at everything that had been happening in her life, out. The fight club was a TV cliche, but it pulled her in anyway. Dark warehouses and underground places, seething with angry people yelling and shaking fists. Placing bets on outcomes. She didn't fight as Power Girl, though she still wore a mask to hide the lower half of her face. She went by the name Andromeda and was currently undefeated. Bringing in major cash, donating most of it back into the youth centers that were hit hardest by Cadmus’ cruelty. By the fourth week after the breakup, the name Andromeda was whispered through the underground scene as much as Power Girl was shouted about above.
Kara rarely slept. Sleeping met seeing Lena’s face in a way she couldn’t avoid like when she was awake. Sleeping meant dreaming about soft pale skin and sharp green eyes only to have it torn away by waking up. Sleeping wasn't the nightmare, waking was. It hurt every time so it was easier to just stay awake. Sleeping came in the form of passing out with her sister or until her head throbbed and her eyelids drooped shut without her permission. The shadows under her eyes were beginning to be harder to hide. Makeup could only do so much when she sweat it off one way or another almost as soon as it was on. But still, Alex said nothing until two months after the breakup.
She had stopped drinking with Kara, only taking care of her sister when she had too much in the safety of Alex’s apartment. But Alex had enough when she walked into Kara’s office in The Power House as Kara desperately tried to cover up a black eye.
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January 11th, 2018
Kara went to one of the underground fights the night before and the guy got in a lucky hit. It was the first time she had been hit in the face during a fight since high school. Kara still won but it hurt like hell. Kara jumped in her chair when her sister burst in unannounced an hour before Kara’s first class. Alex took in the dark bruising and her eyes hardened.
“What happened?”
“Nothing, just some thug last night.”
“Don’t lie to me. Winn invited me to hang out with him and James. Power Girl was not out last night.” Alex crosses her arms, somehow she seemed bigger as she stood in the doorway, physically blocking Kara’s escape.
“I can go out without Winn and James,” she says defensively.
“Lie.”
“No, it's not.”
“Tell that to the crinkle in your forehead.” Damn, she knows me too well. Kara thinks.
“It's nothing Alex, I’ve had black eyes before.” Alex uncrosses her arms and Kara can almost feel the anger rolling off her sister.
“If it was nothing, you would tell me. And the last time you had a black eye was when you and James were trying to fight off twenty heavily armed, well trained, men. What happened?” Alex’s tone left no room for argument. Kara stares at her sister trying to find a way out of this. Alex raises an eyebrow pointedly.
“It was just a fight.”
“Just a fight?”
“For money.” Kara mumbles.
“Kara! Are you fucking kidding me? Those underground clubs that usually end with someone in critical care?” Alex raised her voice and Kara stood, suddenly very defensive of her actions.
“Those people are the idiots who refuse to tap out. I know my limits and I have been nowhere near them. No one can beat me. This was just a lucky shot from a desperate man who bet more than he should have on winning.”
“No one can beat you?”
“I’m undefeated.”
“Of fucking course you’re Andromeda. Of course, you would paint a bigger target on your back because you couldn’t just have one secret life, you need two.” Alex says, exasperated.
“What I need is a sister who doesn't look down on everything I do.” Kara spits back.
“Don’t you dare. I have been nothing but supportive since you came back from London.”
“Yes, since I had my heart fucking broken. But you haven't been supportive of Power Girl. Not even really Le…. About her. You have indulged me in everything I've done but you haven't been supportive. You are critical and condescending. Just waiting for me to fuck up so you can be right.”
Alex gaps at the accusation. Then she peers closer at her sister. Alex walks around the desk and begins pulling open drawers, despite her protesting sister. The last draw opens with a loud rattle and the whiskey bottle slide to the front. Half of it is gone. Alex sniffs toward her sister, then cringes away.
“Really Kara? Drunk at 7 am?”
“What does it matter.”
Alex ignores her sister, she rummages around for a pen and paper scrawling ‘ Closed for Family Emergency’ across it before adding tape. She unexpectedly pulls Kara into a painful hold with her sister’s arm twisted behind her back.
“What are you doing?” She spits angrily. Alex continues to ignore her and proceeds to dial a number into her phone.
“It's me… I need an emergency session... We are on our way now… No, she isn't coming willingly, but this has gone on long enough… We will be there in ten.”
“Where are we going?” Kara resigns to her sister's strength. In her current state, she wouldn't be able to beat the older Danvers.
“To see Dr. Hamilton.”
Kara tries to protest but her sister twists her arm harder and forces her out of the building.
Kara sits on the leather couch with her knees pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around them. Dr. Hamilton sits patiently with a notepad in the chair just out of Kara's direct line of sight. Kara stares blankly ahead, not wanting to be here. Although, there is a strange sense of comfort. The office hadn't changed since she had last been here. Warm wood paneling with a large oak desk. It had the comforts of a sitting room with fresh flowers in the window. Kara had pretty well sobered up on the drive over as she prepared to see her therapist for the first time in years. After fifteen minutes, Dr. Hamilton breaks the silence.
“Kara, I know you don't want to be here. That much is clear. But you know your sister won't let you be unless you say something. Anything.” She's met with silence. She tries again after a few minutes.
“You opened up a gym, right? How is that going? Any members?”
Kara ponders speaking. The gym was a safe subject. She clears her throat.
“Yeah. It's doing really well. For the most part, it's just a gym but I'm also offering different sessions. The Crossfit one is really taking off. I'll need to hire more trainers soon.”
“Well, that's good. What made you want to start one?”
“Jeremiah, actually. If he hadn't started me on the path he did, I wouldn't be able to… I wouldn't be where I am in life. I hope that when this takes off I can start scholarships for teens to bring them in. Take then to competitions. Help teach them control and get them off the streets. A lot of different fighting competitions will offer college scholarships. I got that idea after…” Kara trails off. She got the idea when Lena talked about getting STEM and music programs into LGBT shelters so that those kids would be able to get scholarships that way.
“After what?”
Kara snaps her mouth closed and buries her face in her arms. Tears sting her eyes. Kara takes a shuddering breath.
“After my ex-girlfriend started doing the same in children’s shelters.”
“Is that what has your sister worried? This break up?” Kare shrugs, non-committedly.
“Or is it the vigilantism?” Kara’s head snaps up and she glares at the dark haired woman.
“Don’t worry, Alex had me sign the most airtight NDA I have ever seen. Plus Kara, I figured it out a long time ago. I treated you through one of the hardest times in your life. I am just surprised you didn’t start sooner.”
Kara cries. She cries for a long time. Then she just talks. She talks about all her frustrations. It feels good not to have to watch her words or feel judged. All Dr. Hamilton does is listen, offering a few words here and there to keep Kara going. One hour turns into two before the doctor calls it a day. Kara makes another appointment for two days later and finds Alex in the lobby dozing in an armchair. She starts when the door opens and stands to greet her sister.
“Hey,” she says shyly.
Kara pulls her sister into a tight hug.
“Thank you.”
“Breakfast?”
“Please.”
**
January 19th, 2018
It takes four sessions for Kara to open up about Lena. It starts easy. Kara talking about how they met and all the places they went. Kara talks about Lena’s smile and how the color of her eyes changes from a seafoam green to as deep as a pine tree. Kara laughs so hard she starts to cry. Then she does cry. Over the hurt of how they ended. Over Veronica. Even if Lena didn’t expect Kara to come, that was the worst part. Anyone else would be better, a stranger would have been better. But it felt like Lena was saying that Veronica was better than Kara so she ran straight to her arms.
“Do you still want to be with her?” Dr. Hamilton asks.
“I-I don’t know. I- she- I love her. But she didn’t give me a chance. She was so scared of me leaving her, that she left me. No matter how much I told her that she was wonderful and beautiful she still doubted it. She doubted everything.”
“That seems like a very one-sided relationship then. That is a lot of pressure to have to constantly reassure your partner.”
“Sometimes it wasn’t. Sometimes she made it so easy. The rest of the time it was hard. Like I might say something that she would take wrong.” Dr. Hamilton nods at Kara to keep her talking. It was almost good to start picking out Lena’s flaws. It helped to break the perfect image Kara had of the Singer. Well, not perfect, she knew Lena had flaws, but it helped break the glowing bubble she had placed their relationship in.
After three more sessions, Kara agreed to just start meeting once a week. Regular sessions so Kara could stay on top of her feelings and have a safe place to talk about all of her secrets. Andromeda disappeared with great speculation from the underground fighting clubs. That chapter of Kara's life was at an end. She couldn't believe how stupid she had been about the whole thing. Alex was right, one secret Life was enough.
Power Girl had been needed less also. Since Lex Luthor's arrest, Cadmus had settled down. Weapons sales had been becoming fewer and fewer and the technology had been less and less sophisticated. It was clear the LexCorp was the main reason that Cadmus was able to stay afloat. Crime was on the decline so Kara was able to focus on The Power House. It was a busy place now, with Kara able to hire on four other trainers and some part-time high school students for simple cleaning and customer service.
The gym was bright and open with a red and blue color scheme. James had even found old photos from Kara's competition days and printed them out. They hung on the walls proudly, even if the one that had Jeremiah pained her to look at. This was something he would have been proud of, he would have been sitting at the front desk every day, if he was still alive, talking to new members and telling awful jokes. Kara can almost see his phantom, the future that could have been. She shakes her head and makes a mental note to talk to Dr. Hamilton about that. She finishes strapping on her gloves before stepping into the small boxing ring with the woman who hired her for private lessons.
**
February 23, 2018
Kara’s days fall into a simple rhythm. Gym, vigilante, sleep. Once a week Alex kept up their sister nights, nither drinking anymore, and also Kara would go to therapy once a week. It was comfortable and simple. As simple as being a vigilante could be. Her art collection was growing too. Dr. Hamilton had suggested Kara try painting each stage of her and Lena’s relationship to help her process everything better. The rhythm was broken when Lena’s face was plastered all over National City. She had been named the new CEO of LexCorp because her brother had ensured the company would fall to her before he was even arrested. Now, several government agencies were investigating her and the company. Slander and rumors were circulating the last remaining Luthor and Kara wanted so badly to reach out, to call her, to make sure she wasn’t spirling as hard as she admitted to after Lionel killed himself. She hasn't even tried contact Lena since the drunken voicemail that received no response, not that Kara was surprised. But she wanted to now, even just to hear her voice. Kara canceled her private session that day and went to see Dr. Hamilton.
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"The Unemployment Crisis in India"
Jobs is one topic where we have seen a lot of discussion and debate over the years especially after the NDA Government took office. Lots of figures have been flying around stating how it is the highest unemployment for the past 45 years, 2 lakh people applying for 200 job vacancies in the Government, 2 crore jobs were committed by the Prime Minister (still waiting for the video to be shown on media and social media) so on and so forth.
Before we get into the problem and look for solutions let us set the record straight. As far as the NSSO data is concerned which says India has the highest unemployment rate for the past 45 years, was a draft and not data which had got rejected by the Government. The reason was explained by our Former Finance Minister Late Shri Arun Jaitley where he explained how the NSSO survey was flawed. He gave an example of how a boy gets asked about having a job and when he says he does not have a job it gets reported as unemployed but the same boy and his brother are running a farm and making a living. So the survey captured several other data where people are making a living but don't have a job and many are having jobs but are not getting captured in the survey. Another explaination given by him was that if really there was such high unemployment in the country how come there is not a single agitation on the same. Also when the people of India give a better mandate than the last time to the the Central Government proves that the ground realities are different than what is claimed. Now coming to the 2 lakh people applying for 200 government jobs, the media conveniently forgets to mention that out of the 2 lakh people applying for the job 90 percent of them are already employed and are just looking for a better opportunity. So let's be careful the next time we fall for the agenda of some media houses in India and Abroad.
As far as the opposition is concerned I do not blame them for doing the same because in the end they are the opposition and it is their job to criticise the Government so let them do their bit. It is better to criticise on issues like jobs than telling Muslims that they are going to lose their citizenship and run a riot. The Government will also present numbers which suit their argument and counter the opposition. It is the so called independent institutions which I have a problem with who have been presenting selective data to mislead the people of India. The fact is no one can claim that there are 20 cr jobs created like some people in the party in power do, at the same time no one can claim that no jobs are created and all that is happening is job losses. The reason being unlike the GDP numbers that can be calculated and which is also recognised by credible institutions like World Bank and IMF there still no system in place which can tell the exact number of jobs created in the market. We can get an idea on number of jobs created through EPFO, NPS, Infrastructure projects, Mudra scheme etc but no one can give the exact numbers either in Government or in the Opposition.
Now coming to the solution we should first know what the problem is. I believe the problem in India is not more of jobs but more of a wages problem. A person getting Rs 5000 per month should be or feels he should be getting Rs 10000 per month and a person getting Rs 10000 per month should be or feels he should be getting Rs 15000 per month so on and so forth. I back my argument through a credible name like Mr Manish Sabharwal, Chairman of Team Lease Services Ltd which is one of the largest hiring agency in India, who has explained in detail how it is a wages problem than a jobs problem. He explained in one of his interviews to Indian Express that how 50 percent of Labour force in Agriculture sector produces only 13 percent of GDP and only 0.7 percent of people employed in IT sector produces 8 percent of GDP. So the solution lies in increasing productivity which in turn will increase wages as it has done in the IT sector.
Skilling people is equally important for them to not only get a job but get good wages. As Mr Manish Sabharwal explained in his interview that they employ 5000 people per day which according to his calculation is employing one person every 5 minutes but have 25000 vacancies every day since they do not fit the skills that are required for the job profile. The Government has started a Skill India program but still has lots to do to fix the issue of employability and not unemployment as it is claimed. Our education system also comes under the radar with not producing enough students who are employable.
Formalising jobs is another area where reforms like Demonitization and GST have played a significant role in formalising the Economy and bring more companies into the system and reap the benefits. The company gets better access to credit, technology, better talent, vendors etc which help them to grow as a company that will eventually create more jobs in that company. Having better access will also enhance the productivity of the company which will then help in providing better wages.
Goverments in the Centre and State need to bring in labour reforms which will not only create more jobs but even bring in more investment in the country. The challenge ofcourse will be to handle the trade unions and partisan politics which is why labour reforms have only been talked about but very little has been done on the ground. The Central Government has got the mandate to take the bold reforms in labour and I hope they do the same.
I won't be able to complete this article without mentioning our Start Up Ecosystem which is the 3rd Largest in the World which is leading the Youth of India to become job creators than being job seekers. They are also creating lot of jobs in the system which many job data surveys donot capture in the surveys. Whether it is You Tubers, Food bloggers, Travel bloggers or Fashion bloggers, these people have found avenues for making a living but data of these people do not get captured on our outdated surveys.
It is important that the Government comes up with a comprehensive system of calculating the number of jobs that are created both in the formal and informal sector so that they can be more accountable and not let selective data be shared to suit one's own agenda. I also hope the Goverment focuses more on the wages problem rather than the jobs problem which has been circulated and encourage informal sector to get formalised, promote focus on productivity and skill the youth even more than ever.
Jai Hind !!!
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Swear Jar
It’s been way too long since i’ve written fanfiction and SuperCorp just had to drag my whipped ass down that hole again
Based on a prompt i saw on tumblr a long time ago about Kara actually having a swear jar for Lena and after a night together Lena just shoves her credit card inside... If anyone knows the post please tell me so I can amrk it here!
It’s also on AO3 :http://archiveofourown.org/works/9567863
The first sign Lena Luthor had become a constant in their lives comes on a Saturday morning.
It’s subtle, it really is, and it takes Alex longer than she likes to admit to see. She doesn’t notice at first, when she uses her key to open Kara’s apartment door and heads straight to the kitchen after her sister’s greeting.
Kara’s not even surprised, it’s Saturday, which means breakfast together. And it’s the third Saturday, which means blueberry pancakes. And by the stack of fruit currently sitting on top of the counter, she hasn’t forgotten what day it is.
(She never does, it’s food after all.
Alex should really stop hoping her sister ever would.
Because it usually leads to an expletive from her and there are only a certain amount of one dollar bills Alex carries around.)
“I heard that!” Kara exclaims, pointing a finger at her sister and giggles when Alex retrieves her wallet from her pocket to fish for a note
‘Get exchange’, she adds on her mental list right after ‘buy Maggie’s vegan ice cream’ and ‘convince Maggie to watch The L Word with me’.
(“Danvers, I adore you, but I can only go through that once.”)
It’s when she notices. She would really like to say she reacted in a better way; she would really like to say she just smirked knowingly and continued the day. But no, of course it didn’t happen that way. She gasped and chuckled, then proceeded to cough for a whole minute trying to cover it.
Because right in between the ‘Cooler Danvers’ and ‘Mags Swags’ jars rested another one. Belonging to no one other than Lena Luthor.
Lee :)
And Alex should have seen it coming, because there’s only a reasonable amount of fake interviews Kara could come up with before just admitting she just wanted to hang out with the woman. Fucking Maggie.
“I heard that too!”
She puts two dollars into her jar before adding ‘pay five bucks to Maggie’ in her mental list. She should’ve have seen it coming.
She tries not to think about the jars that had already taken place besides hers. Tech Nerd; Better Lane; Jimmy Bravo; Mon-El. She thinks about how hers it’s the only one around. She really hopes those two others stay this time.
**
The first time she actually sees it happening is during game night the following week.
Lena sits on the other side of the counter, directly in front of Alex, her expression nothing like the one she saw when the woman arrived. Any resemblance of a smile gone from her face and she stares back at Alex.
Winn and Maggie are already out of this hand and the Luthor waits for Alex to decide if she’ll cover it.
“I’ll cover it.”
And it’s when James and Kara come to join them, Kara handing a glass of wine for Lena, hand resting at the small of her back. Alex sees the look Maggie gives her and the raise in her eyebrows. She chooses to ignore both.
Lena downs her hand, smug smile already on her lips, and okay, Alex has to admit she’s growing fond of the woman in front of her. Especially when Kara is looking at her like that.
But when Alex copies her, she’s sure no one but herself and Kara heard the fainted “shit” coming out of her mouth and an audible gasp from her sister. Lena doesn’t budge, but lets out a sigh and leans in, stretching her arm towards her jar. She tucks in a ten dollar bill before looking back at Kara, raised eyebrow in a silent question. A frown appears in her face but she nods nevertheless.
“Saving for the rest of the night.” Lena explains before looking at Alex once more. “I’ve finally found a rival on poker.”
By the end of the night, Lena adds two extra dollars in her jar and Alex slips her own five in hers.
**
“How long until those two bang?” Maggie asks her later, when James and Winn had already left for good twenty minutes, after dragging Alex out of the apartment and the poker tournament her girlfriend indulged with Lena.
“What?”
“Your sister and Lena.”
“What!”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t see.”
“You know what; I’m not talking about it.”
“I give them two months.”
**
The second time it happens is three weeks later, when Maggie finally had some time off of work and it was one of those nights the DEO didn’t need Alex or Supergirl.
Maggie curls against her side, hand automatically wrapping around her shoulders and a lingering kiss against her temple.
This time, when the two arrived for movie night, a sheepish Kara opening the door to let them in, Alex reaction was smoother.
Way smoother.
But the sight one the one and only Lena Luthor sitting in her sister’s couch, flannel pajama pants (which she was rather sure it was her sister’s) and loose t-shirt, was definitely not one she was expecting to see.
(She ignores the huge grin on her girlfriend’s face and drags her to the loveseat after grabbing two bottles of beer.)
“No horror movies!” Kara shouts from the kitchen.
“No romances either!” Alex shouts back. “Do you know what we should watch?” The urge to grin is too strong and she ends up with a huge smile towards her glaring girlfriend.
“Alex, no.”
“We should watch The L Word.”
“No!” The exclamation comes from both Lena and Maggie at the same time and they share a knowing look.
Kara comes back from the kitchen, ice cream for herself and glass of wine for Lena, to find her sister laughing at the exasperation in the other two faces.
The one who recovers first is Lena, sitting up straighter and sighing before looking at Alex.
“Look, it’s a classic and basically every non-straight girl has watched it, but once was enough watching that shit.”
“Lena.”
“I’ll put a dollar on it next time I get up, don’t worry.”
They settle down with Orphan Black, after all, and if Alex notices her sister’s hand on Lena’s thigh, she doesn’t mention. Neither does she mention the way they lean into each other after thirty minutes. Or how, by the end of the second episode, Kara’s head is dropped in Lena’s shoulder, the latter letting her hands run through the other’s hair.
She also ignores the ‘they’re definitely banging’ Maggie whispers against her ear before she gets up to get herself another beer.
**
Third time happens after a very distressed Kara arrived at the DEO pacing and rambling about how Lena freaking Luthor knew.
(Of course she did; Alex thinks everyone does.
Kara does a very poor job at hiding it.)
But her sister is going crazy in front of her because she thinks Alex is going to hate her for letting her secret slip like that.
Instead, Alex shrugs, it was bound to happen sooner or later, and she would kill someone before telling them she rather liked Lena.
(She was really good at poker and could handle her alcohol. That was enough.
The fact that she made Kara smile like that was nothing but a bonus.)
When Alex put a stop to her pacing, hand on her shoulder, she was met by a pout and puppy eyes. How could she be mad after that?
And when she just smiled and told Kara to pick Lena Luthor up and bring her in to sign the NDA, Kara hugged her, a tad too tightly, not that she would mention it to her excited sister, and flied off.
(They came back an hour later, Lena blurting out a different expletive every time Alex showed her another room. Every time to be met with a scold from Supergirl.)
**
Maybe Alex should consider giving Kara’s apartment key back.
Because on a Saturday, four weeks after the last incident, she lets herself in, bags of groceries swinging as she uses her ankle to close the door behind her.
(It’s scrambled eggs and bacon day and two years ago she learned Kara could eat at least a dozen eggs.
And grocery shopping isn’t her best skill.)
The first sign this Saturday isn’t like the others is the lack of cheerful greeting from a very excited Kara Danvers as soon as she opened the door. The opposite, to be honest, it is way too quiet for her sister to even be home. When she starts questioning that maybe there was a Supergirl emergency she hears a loud thud coming from Kara’s bedroom.
It leads her to the second sign. A black purse lying down at the counter, coat haphazardly thrown by the side. Both not her sister’s.
And Kara comes running from the hallway, blushed cheeks and disheveled hair, just pulling down an oversized shirt over. Third sign. And she wanted to scream in frustration because Maggie has been winning most of the bets so far.
“Alex! What are you doing here?”
“It’s Saturday.”
“Is it?”
She puts the grocery bag down on the counter and looks at her sister. Kara fidgets under her gaze. She should go. And leave the key behind.
But then, tentative footsteps come from the hall and when she looks over, Lena Fucking Luthor stands there, unbuttoned shirt barely reaching the middle of her thighs. When she catches the stare, the change is unbelievable. Gone is the woman who was just caught off guard and standing there was the CEO, raised chin and long confident steps until she reaches for the coat.
“Lena?” Kara asks but she just smiles and takes her credit card off the pocket.
She’s not doing it, she’s not going to, oh, she did it. No! No, this is more than I needed to know.
“Before I forget.” She puts it inside her jar and, at least, blushes a little when she sees the look Alex is giving her, before she goes back to the bedroom.
Kara looks like a mess, pretty much a broken mess gasping for air and blushing up to the tip of her ears.
Because, fifth sign, next to ‘Lee :)’ is a fourth jar. Puppy Danvers. Alex counts maybe half a dozen bills shoved inside before tearing her eyes away.
“I’ll call next time.” Kara blushes harder, and she thinks this morning broke her sister. Kara squeaks a hurries goodbye and once she’s outside, she hears the door being locked from the inside. Not very helpful now.
Finish Hank’s report; pick up clothes at the laundry; clean my eyes with bleach; give Maggie ten doll-twenty, give Maggie twenty dollars. Maggie was right, Lena Luthor was definitely a black lace kind of woman.
Buy two bottles of bleach.
#SuperCorp#SuperCorp fanfic#dude#make me stop#Lena Luthor#Kara Danvers#Alex Danvers#Maggie Swayer#Prompt#I shouldve gone to sleep four hours ago#mine#fanfic
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I reckon it's safe to say if Savan said it publicly then he's also been spreading that shit about Louis privately & within the industry. And again, creative differences are one thing but it's another thing to straight up call Louis a no-talent who can only make a place for himself by having a big mouth. HOWEVER…I will also say anyone who worked closely with 1d must have signed major NDAs. So interesting this his criticisms fall in line EXACTLY with the narrative, as if Dan Wonton had a hand.
true true, especially right when it happened. I’m sure he was pissed about it and told everyone who would listen. He must have been piiiiiiiised. I suspect he doesn’t really do that anymore since he came out the other side and is working steadily. He’ll probably always harbor a bit of resentment, but doubtful it comes up that often.
I actually don’t think this would fall under an NDA, though since technically he didn’t name names. I really don’t think this was a planned sabotage-y type thing.
I’ve been a guest on podcasts before. It’s such a relaxed environment. You’re usually just hanging around, shooting the shit. Especially if it’s one of your friends that’s hosting the podcast like in this instance. You get comfortable, a lot of times, especially again, in the more relaxed ones, there’s usually a glass or two of wine and you just have a conversation. You kind of forget that anyone but the person/people you’re sitting will be listening to this. I think that’s what happened here. He was way more candid than he would have been in a professional setting and that’s why it came out.
There’s a lot of shady things surrounding this band, there’s a lot of shit on top of shit purposefully piled on Louis, but I actually don’t think this is one of those things.
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A federal judge dismissed porn actress Stormy Daniels’s defamation lawsuit against President Donald Trump on Monday, but it’s not over between the two: the legal battle over their nondisclosure agreement is still ongoing.
Daniels, whose real name is Stephanie Clifford, alleges she had an affair with Trump in 2006. She filed a lawsuit against the president in April, arguing he defamed her by suggesting she made up a claim that someone had threatened her in 2011 after she agreed to an interview about their alleged affair.
As Vox’s Jen Kirby explained at the time, Daniels said in March, during a 60 Minutes interview with Anderson Cooper, that a man approached her in 2011 while she was in a parking lot with her infant daughter. “A guy walked up to me and said to me, ‘Leave Trump alone. Forget the story,” she told Cooper. “And then he leaned around and looked at my daughter and said, ‘That’s a beautiful little girl. It’d be a shame if something happened to her mom.’”
Then on April 17, in an appearance on ABC’s The View, Daniels and her lawyer Michael Avenatti released a sketch of the man she said threatened her.
The next day, on April 18, Trump tweeted that the sketch was of a “nonexistent man” and a “total con job.” The tweet also contained another user’s tweet that had compared the sketch to Daniels’s husband.
A sketch years later about a nonexistent man. A total con job, playing the Fake News Media for Fools (but they know it)! https://t.co/9Is7mHBFda
— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) April 18, 2018
After that, Daniels sued, seeking at least $75,000 in damages and saying she’d had to hire two bodyguards and has suffered reputational damage because of the tweet.
The suit was originally filed in a Manhattan federal court but was transferred to California at Trump’s lawyers’ request, according to the New York Times.
Judge James Otero, a George W. Bush appointee, dismissed the suit in a ruling filed in the US District Court in Los Angeles on Monday, determining that Trump’s tweet constituted “rhetorical hyperbole” protected under the First Amendment and “normally associated with politics and public discourse in the United States.”
The judge also ruled that Trump is entitled to attorney fees — in other words, Daniels has to pay his legal bills. It’s not clear what that cost will be, but as the Times notes, it could be significant: The case lasted for more than six months, and at least four lawyers were involved.
Charles Harder, a lawyer for Trump, in a statement called the ruling a “total victory for President Trump and total defeat for Stormy Daniels.” It’s certainly not what Daniels was seeking, but it’s not the end.
This isn’t the only lawsuit Trump and Daniels are entangled in.
A separate legal battle over the $130,000 Trump’s then-lawyer Michael Cohen paid Daniels ahead of the 2016 election to keep quiet about her alleged affair with Trump is still not settled. (Trump’s team tried to release Daniels from the agreement in September and end the case, but Daniels and Avenatti didn’t go for it.)
Cohen pleaded guilty to eight federal charges in August, including campaign finance violations related to the Daniels payout, and he implicated the president in his actions, saying he made the payments “in coordination with and at the direction of a federal candidate for office” — meaning Trump.
Avenatti said in a statement that the “main case” relating to Daniels relates to the $130,000 NDA and said Harder’s claim of victory is an “outright lie.”
“They failed to mention that Mr. Cohen pled guilty, that Mr. Trump has been caught lying in connection with the NDA case, that the ruling has nothing to do with the NDA case, and that Mr. Trump and Mr. Cohen have all but admitted that Ms. Daniels’ claims as alleged in the lawsuit are 100 percent truthful and accurate,” he wrote.
Daniels has not yet publicly commented on the ruling. In an interview with the Cut published on Sunday, she reflected on her newfound place in American culture and politics — and didn’t seem particularly thrilled about it.
“I started this just because I wanted to set the record straight and not be bullied. I really just wanted to save my own ass,” she said. “Now I’m in charge of saving the world. What the fuck?”
Original Source -> Judge dismisses Stormy Daniels’s defamation suit against Trump, requires her to pay his legal fees
via The Conservative Brief
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Baaghi 2 Review: What A Circus!
'There's zero feeling and rationale in anything about Baaghi 2,' says Sukanya Verma.
There's an solidity in his hyper-muscular teeth-gnashing, jumping-to-pound fervour.
But the celebrity looks so keen to recreate Sylverster Stallone's system gun-blasting imagery, a good deal of it features in Baaghi two 's bang and boom climax already.
Having survived the first Baaghi, I sort of understood what is coming.
Shroff does seem to have grown-up. He seems to have acquired a personality and a loyal fan following among the youthful audiences. His body appears to have gained more muscles, bronze and elasticity. There are ways in which his shirt is torn as he goes about being Rambo-like, destroying the enemy. Buff is gone by him for the scenes but dunks to the bathtub completely dressed, shoes included. The masala mayhem is choreographed as the song-n-dance and he is athletic and agile in both. However, there is still a lot of catching up to do on chops. The face stays though the affectations -- pouts, moist-eyed and dreamy look -- have reduced considerably.
To the army respect is shown in these days of frenzy; cops can be awful, armymen can't. So our young soldier, even in the midst of the mayhem he unleashes in the police station respects the tricolour and the cop's hat--he will not let them fall on the floor, will catch them mid-air when they're being flung around, together with individual bodies.
Disha Patni is indeed insipid, I can't decide what I'm feeling is exasperation or amazement.
Instead of writing a conventional review, I decided to share some ideas while viewing this movie that was supremely 21, I penned down.
Tiger Shroff is. Just four decades and still waiting.
Too bad there's no option for fast-forward.
The hero gets his standard flashback that is romantic. (Although why he's fooling about as a pupil from KJo school of thought instead of already enlisted in NDA defeats me)
Later, the villain gets a flashback; a flashback is got by the villain's consort. All I need are my 144 minutes back.
Tiger's allure burns the display and tramples scepticism in favour of a good time. Frustrating the way that it never goes past the promise of potential.
1 cop is punched in the face, a couple of teeth fly off, but return just in time for the next scene.
Tiger ShowOff!
Throw into a eyes-above-muddy river instant from Apocalypse Now and King Kong-style music cue and jealousy, what have you got?
Again the hero, from the virtue of being hero, gets flashbacks.
Army man Tiger flies straight to Goa carrying this lightweight luggage, but the amount of clothes he changes into in a matter of days is stupefying.
There is zero logic and emotion in anything about Baaghi 2.
At the risk of it being a spoiler I need to point out the departure the movie makes from Hindi films of yore. When the hero has managed to wipe out the villain and his cronies normally in our films that the cops come in late. Here cops are present throughout, it's the military that arrives in the fag end, only to inform the hero that"the war is over". Is the movie, thankfully.
Manoj Bajpayee and Randeep Hooda are celebrities that are smart. Not because they've done some great work in Baaghi two . However, because they realise how small that this baloney requires.
We shall not flog an horse no telling you how bad Jacqueline Fernandez's oversexualised but plastic version of'Ek do teen' is. At the opposite end of the feminine presence in the film is the tender and coy heroine Neha (Disha Patni) who assertively says,"I carry pepper spray","I despise stalking" but voluntarily gives into the boy who has been relentlessly chasing her.
Whenever there's a sale 16, note to self: Buy one of these rucksack thingies.
His bare body is pummelled like some bug-infested mattress. Yet not 1 scratch appears on that sculpted torso.
There's another shade of reddish on forehead and Disha's face, its place varies as per the mood of make-up man.
And Manoj Bajpayee can hide his smugness over being remunerated off biscuits for polishing and saying lines such as'Get the machines.'
A bowl of gruel could have given a much better feeling of suffering than that which Disha does in this picture.
The Baaghi franchise -- there's a third one in the works -- is about ex-boyfriends coming into their woman's rescue until it culminates at a tooth-and-nail final battle.
Another personality --a righteous Muslim representation called Usman (who speaks about how his community is as much about kurbaani as biryani) describes his wife as the"Russian cutlet' who cooks and rears his kids. Then there is the fauji hero Ronny (Tiger Shroff) who comes to the civilian world on depart from nationalistic duties to assist Neha, also his ex-sweetheart, figure her out daughter. When one of those cops makes a pass at her, the entire police station turns in Goa down. Though a number of these audiences may get thrilled at how Ronny breaks the teeth of their sleazy cop (all in close-up), I had been wondering at the film patronising women on the one hand while talking about rescuing their izzat on the opposite.
Then there are some jokes Kute and Kale-- that the cop that was invisible named Bosco, who retains yelling at the drop of a hat. From the title of a story you are served several strung scenes, which, in their inanity, can get quite amusing occasionally together but largely bore you to death. There are a number of throwaways that are easy. The moment you find a character wearing all white, you know he is all inside. A whole lot of actors are made to perform odd characters with Manoj Bajpayee, Randeep Hooda and Prateik Babbar gamely acting out.
Taking into consideration the trauma her personality is currently undergoing, her do not -like-my-photo-on-Aadhaar-card degree of intensity barely cuts it.
An individual could show up only for the final 20 minutes of their Baaghi films and still not miss anything.
The very best thing I could say about Baaghi 2 is that it does have its moments of'so bad it's good' gratification in Prateik Babbar's hammy dope head, the babyish wailing of a constable assisting Hooda and Tiger's bizarre boss, the man could put caricatures to shame with his'The war is over' solemnity.
Continuity continues to be a sore spot for bruises and fictional injuries.
How about a few ikat or even phulkari next time?
Forget vain Tiger's commando is, I can't stop marvelling at how much of a person's wardrobe a rucksack can take.
By the way how many Rambos is Tiger Shroff? There is already an official movie at the pipeline.
If this dexterity that is much can be delivered by a guy imagine what he can accomplish under script that is capable and a genuine manager?
The hippy, higher cop of hooda bears an uncanny similarity to actor Amole Gupte and manager. Like he cares in the event you notice he doesn't look.
Unless the nonsense that precedes it under the pretext of incentive retains any attention to you.
Baaghi two , choreographer turned director Ahmed Khan's junky remake of the Telugu hit Kshanam is not any different.
Right from'Why on earth is Disha's father so opposed to her match with Tiger's to'that has got to be the strangest reason for kidnapping ever,' Baaghi two 's laughable twists and slyness are sloppy and forced. Just like that completely needless early sequence inspired by the true incident of an army officer linking a Kashmiri neighborhood on jeep.
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