thinkin about my mafia ari
some guy gets a little too handsy, makes a few too many lewd comments and ari waiting for the perfect moment to have him by the throat, bared teeth and breath hot from the swirling rage inside him:
“fuckin’ look at her, look at mine— you’ve struggled to keep your eyes and your hands off her all night so it shouldn’t be too hard— i’ve spent time behind bars for doing less, and i would gladly spend the rest of my existence behind them again for her. you wanna know why? because she’d show up every single day, pretty bows in her hair and wide smile knowing i’d taken out a degenerate like you who assumed himself worthy of a glance from her.”
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OC PRIDE CHALLENGE 2023
WEEK ONE: IDENTITIES
Day 4: Pansexual
–› Milo Gilbert & Lizzie Saltzman (Legacies)
“Why do I have to entertain him, mom? I don’t even like him. He’s a total dork!”
Caroline stopped in her tracks, turning around to face her daughter, an angry scowl graced her face. “We do not talk like that about other people, Elizabeth.”
Lizzie jutted out her hip, placing both hands on them in the process. She scrunched up her face.
Caroline scoffed, shaking her head as she mirrored Lizzie’s pose. “You’re going to hang out with Milo until Eleanor comes by to pick him up and you’re going to act nice the entire time. And if not, you can forget about spending the summer in Paris, little missy.”
Lizzie narrowed her eyes, glaring at her mother. “You’re bluffing.”
“Try me.”
Lizzie huffed, throwing her hands up in the process. “Fine! Whatever. I’ll entertain Count Dorkula.”
“Elizabeth!”
Milo skipped into the room, a giggling Josie following suit.
Lizzie rolled her eyes, listening to her sister and Milo gabbing on and on about another comic book he just read. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t into hearing Milo ramble. She loved how passionate he was about his interests. How kind he was to her, even when she was being anything but to him.
“Hey, Caroline!”
Caroline beamed at the boy. “Hey, sweet pea!” she greeted. “Mom dropped you off?”
Milo nodded. “She wants to talk you. She’s waiting by the gate.”
“Okay, I think I know what this is about. Let’s not make her wait. Come on, Jo, we’ve got some secret planning to do.”
As mother and daughter walked out of the school building, Milo beamed at Lizzie. “Count Dorkula is funny. Could be my superhero name in the future.”
Lizzie bit the inside of her cheek. “Sorry, I know I should be nicer. What do you feel like doing? Don’t say anything about comics.”
Milo opened his mouth, halting at the last part of Lizzie’s sentence. He rocked back and forth on his feet, hands clasped behind his back. “D&D?”
Lizzie’s brows furrowed. “What’s that?”
“Nevermind,” Milo said. “I could teach you some chords on the guitar.”
Lizzie nodded, finally contempt with Milo’s presence. “Fine. That seems acceptable.”
“Awesome,” Milo beamed again, planning their future wedding in the back of his head.
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