#rest in piss aggie

[fiorserpen]

" i told you to stay in bed, dove. i can make you soup.

" i know what happens when you cook, my love. " she manages a raspy laugh, pulling her blanket tighter around herself as she stirs the pot of canned soup. agatha would've opted for homemade soup, but her energy has been almost totally sapped. " don't worry about me, okay? i'll— " a fit of coughs interrupt her and she braces herself against the counter, coughing into the crook of her elbow. she groans, bringing her hand up to her head. the pounding headache has returned, the kind that makes her brain feel twice as large and her skull twice as small. gods, and she thought her seasonal allergies were rough.

" i just... n-need to sit now. " she sighs, making her cough a bit more. whatever it is that she picked up when she brought maren's lunch to her a few days ago, it's awful. agatha moves into the dining room, lowering herself into a chair, holding her head in her hands. " the soup just needs a f-few more minutes and then i will get b-back into bed, i promise. "

[dilfl0v3rss]

Hear me outt 🌝 - jealous ony .. and y/n gets a lil lesson

yes yes yesssssss😩

all mine

cw: car sex, public sex!!

word count: 1.8k

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ony isn’t the jealous type, having lots of confidence in your love for him. he trusted you with his life and expected you to do the same with him so if there was an issue that had him feeling a little more possessive then it usually had barely anything to do with you. it was these thirsty ass niggas.

“baby please go sit the fuck down. too damn early for you t’be irritating me.” it was nine in the morning and you decided i’d be fun to give ony a little show in the living room, twerking and singing along to different songs playing on youtube. right now the princess dianna remix was playing and you was sitting in his lap, bouncing up and down as if you were riding him. “cmon boy i know you wanna touch all dis.” hands raking all over your body as you looked down at his bored face.

ony wasn’t trying to do nothing but smoke a wood with his breakfast and you were ruining that by putting your tiddies all in his face. “mama go somewhere wit allat before i spank you furreal.” his deep voice rumbled from his chest as he lightly pushed you off of him. this man clearly had an attitude, but you knew his stuck up ass wasn’t gon say nothing about it. “what’s wrong papa? why you so aggy?” you were trying to get him to communicate with you, but quickly changed your mind once he got to sucking his teeth, acting as if you were being a pest or something.

rolling your eyes, you started to say something smart, but we’re cut off by the sound of ony’s ringtone. connie’s contact came up and the way your man moved to grab the phone pissed you tf off. “yoo?……nah i’m just chillin at the crib rn…..of course gang we out.” your hands instantly gravitated towards your hips, weight being supported on one leg as you gave him a stank face. “you out where?”

once again, this sassy ass man sucked his teeth before replying. “finna go hoop wit the guys.” this had to be some type of sick joke. there’s no way this man, YOUR man, the one who literally had an attitude five minutes ago, was suddenly prepped up and ready to go run around with his little friends, but couldn’t even have a little fun with you.

“what about me? you don’t wanna stay wit me today daddy?” voice softening as you leaned down to ony’s face. you looked into his brown eyes as you waited for him to fold. he stared right back at you, licking his lips before his phone buzzed once again, ruining the moment as you seen his group chat start to blow his phone up with messages. “you can come wit me ma, but i wanna go hoop.”

what a fucking joke. you pushed yourself of off where your arms were rested before walking to your room, hips swaying with attitude. you wanted to go to target anyways so you decided you’d go to the park with him just this once to get what you wanted, but you had no intention of speaking to this man until he gave you the attention you deserved.

you sat on the park bench, watching ony get all sweaty and sexy playing with his friends. “cashhh bitch! y’all niggas suck i’m finna start putting money on this shit.” ony chuckled as he watched eren and reiner holding their hands on their knees, clearly out of breath from getting their ass whooped again.

“man fuck you. you and connie don’t even need to be on the same team cause y’all mothafuckas played in high school. if we was on that field you know damn well me and rei would be whooping that ass.” eren and reiner dapped each other up before each of them went to go get some water. ony approached you on the bench, shirt discarded somewhere near the courts, chest glistening with sweat as he practically snatched the water from in front of you and drank it.

“excuse me you fucking beast. at least ask.” you reached to snatch the water back, but he just held it higher so you couldn’t reach, giving you a warning glacé. “girl watch your mouth ‘fore i embarrass you in this park.” you rolled your eyes, plopping yourself back in your seat and pulling out your phone. “just go play wit ya little boyfriends ony.” you mumbled, texting on your phone as if you said nothing.

ony clearly didn’t hear you, walking back to go set up another game. “excuse me. this seat taken?” you turned around with attitude, still pissed at your stupid ass boyfriend. when you looked up at where the voice was coming from you were surprised to see a very handsome older man staring back at you. “nah you good. s’just me.” the man smiled at you, gladly taking a seat while digging in his back for his sneakers. “aww that’s a shame. why’s a pretty girl like you at the park all alone?”

you were going to correct him and let him know that you meant alone on the bench, not alone at the park, but your words were soon forgotten. “i’m zeke, eren’s brother. you a friend of his?” you nodded your head, voice stuck in your throat as zeke chuckled at your lack of reply. “you don’t talk much do ya? that’s fine. how about you give me your number and i’ll do all the talking.” as handsome as he was, you were a loyal woman and only wanted to be with one man.

you opened your mouth to politely shoot him down when you were interrupted. “nah she good.” ony’s lower stomach was was right behind your head as you and zeke looked up at him. face showing signs of irritation as he stood over you with his arms crossed on his chest. zeke held his hands up in defense as he practically rats you out. “i mean no harm, the pretty lady said she was here alone so i asked for her number. i had no idea.”

you looked up at your boyfriend, giving him a shy smile as you practically smelled the jealousy coming off of him. “uhh we’ll since that’s outta the way, you guys got room for one more?” zeke stood up, clearly uncomfortable with the tense energy being emitted from the both of you right now. “go ahead man, m’just leaving.” the blonde man gave him a small nod before leaving the two of you alone. “baby it’s not what is lo-”

“get in the car mama, we going home.”

the two of you didn’t even make is home, legs spread in the passenger seat as ony had one hand caressing the back of your neck while the other was buried deep in your panties. you’ve tried explaining the situation many times, and he seemed to understand what really happened, but he still fingered you with so much vigor that you couldn’t help but feel he was upset with you. “p-please papa i didn’t do anything wrongggg. it was just mis-miscommunication.”

his fingers dug into you deeper, nodding to you in understanding as he sucked hickies into your neck. “i know mama. i know. it’s just…just-” “jus’ what daddy? what i do?” a soft sigh left your lips at ony’s fingers left your hole, lifting to your clit before rubbing it slowly. “ion like seeing you talk to men ion know.” his fingers moved faster, making you shake under his arm as your release approached.

“i didn’t k-know. m’sorryyyy” your climax was at the tip of your tongue, but before long it was ripped away. ony leaned back in his seat before pulling his shorts and boxers below his hips. dick standing tall against his stomach as his hands moved towards your hips. “it’s okay princes. ima teach you, and make sure you never forget.”

though ony had a soft smile on his face, his grip on your hips was tight as he lifted you over the center console. your sundress was bunched up at your stomach so your boyfriend had easy access to your pretty pussy. he waisted no time ripping your panties in the middle and lining himself up with your tight entrance. “no screaming, no running, no crying, understand?”

before you could answer a scream erupted from your throat as ony slammed you down on his dick. “the fuck i just say mama?” large hands squeezing your ass tightly as he continued bouncing you up and down on his lap. lewd moans flew from your lips as you felt how delicious your walls felt against him. “i know it feel good, but i need you to stay quiet f’me okay? we still in public.” your eyes migrated toward the tinted windows, getting a good view of the still occupied park as well as you friends playing basketball.

“i’ll be quiet, promise.” your lips connected, dancing sloppily with each other before ony spoke into your mouth. “good girl.” his dick began kissing your cervix, palms taking up most of the space of your ass. “you mine right?” the two of you were eye to eye as he moved his hand to your neck, a silent command for you to bounce on your own as he continued thrusting from under you.

“y-yes daddy. only yours.” ony smiled at your response, rewarding you by angling his hips upward in the way that makes you want to melt into him. “this my pussy ain’t it?” he took your wrists, holding them behind your back as the two of you made love chest to chest. you moaned his name repeatedly like a prayer until you felt the urge to pee. “your heart, mind, and body. who’s is it?”

you felt your climax once again, this time stronger than before. pussy already leaking so much that it wet the seats under you as you continued fucking yourself onto ony’s dick. he knew you were close when you clenched tightly around him, clearly holding your release in so you can ask for permission. a wide smile crept into his face as he watched how obedient you were. “answer me and you can cum mama. who you belong to?”

“y-you daddyyy.” usually this answer would’ve satisfied him, but your boyfriend was in a different type of mood today. “nah princess say my name. my real name.” your pussy fluttered around him in delight, loving every second of this moment as you began kissing up his chest. ony shivered under you when you reached his neck, stopping right behind his ear. “i’m all y-yours. on-onyankoponnnn.”

your orgasm crashed down in waves, making you shake as your juices ran down his thighs. your boyfriend wasn’t far behind you, shooting his load deep inside you while holding your body on his. “that’s my good girl. never forget that either.”

[ransackedpotato3]

It’s either here or in your pants

Aggie hurried to her car, frantically speed walking to start driving home asap. Loud Wet farts blasted out her ass every step she took, She desperately needed a toilet.

She entered and started her car up, pulling out of the parking lot rushing home in her boiling hot car Due to the blazing summer heat. The immense heat made her sweat profusely, but that was the least of her worries as her stomach brutally cramps up. She leans onto the steering wheel to ease the pain, releasing a loud bubbly torrent of gas from her ass to ease the pressure. Struggling to focus on the road, she forgets to suspend her gas pushing, and a short blast of wet shit flies into the underwear under her skintight grey dress.

She lets out a small squeal as the hot shart squishes into her panties and slowly settles, the bubbles of gas tickling her asshole. She almost loses control of both the road and her bowels, she feels the rest of the shit right behind the floodgates of her anus.

Thinking quickly she turns into the gas station, parks horribly, and rushes inside of its bathroom. Barely making it inside before shitting herself. There is only one stall, and only one toilet, she enters the stall, revealing a toilet covered with yellow piss stains and smears of shit. She was not sitting on that toilet, but it was either here or in her pants.

Unfortunately the time to make the decision was up, she grunted loudly as the floodgates were forced open thick sloppy log of shit. The consistency was of oobleck, hard to push out, but squishy once it settled. It squished into her panties, making a bulge and wet spot visible on her dress, and a loud crackling sound as it forced its way out.

She held onto the sides of the stall, bending over as a second log, borderline diarrhea. exploded out of her ass. The war in her underwear was over, but the horror of driving home sitting in the aftermath was yet to come.

Read and write stories like this on my Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/scat_writing/s/qoXuvSyYyy

[imdoingsortagay]

Alright, alright! I’ve been wanting to send you a request but couldn’t come up with anything until now so hear me out…

Agatha making reader hump/grind against something while she watches- a pillow, Agatha’s thigh, whatever- so they can be allowed to cum. But Agatha keeps making comments and saying shit that make reader laugh despite themselves and they loose momentum- over and over again. And they are INSANELY frustrated because they are essentially being edged but are still laughing because, well, Agatha’s infuriatingly funny! And make no mistake- reader is PISSED. (Think like when someone is tickling you but you’re angry/not in the mood but you still can’t help but laugh). So really reader is just suffering this new form of goofy ahh edging while Agatha’s being an evil pos >:3 Sort of fluffy and smutty ig lmao 😭

smut below the cut 18+ ni minors below

warnings: thigh riding, Mommy!Agatha

" Someone like their mommy watching be naughty," Agatha says as she kisses your neck.

" like when you watch," you moan out, happy for the relief she gave you after an especially busy day helping your girlfriend with her errands around town. She had also been in a silly mood, pulling all sorts of jokes out of her that you didn't think she had in her.

So many dirty jokes that she'd whisper in your ear which made you both giggle with delight but also made you wet at the same time while Agatha smiled like nothing happened.

The moment that both of you got back home, Agatha used her magic to bring the both of you into your shared room, wasting no time in getting naked before Agatha pulls you a heated kiss.

" If you don't cum right now bunny, Mommy will treat you like the sweet princess you are,".

" mommy being with you is like gardening outside," she tells you as you slowly start grinding, confused as to where she's going with her little comment.

" I'm getting down and dirty with my hoes," she tells you before you start to giggle a bit at her joke. You aren't the bit surprised that she was in a silly mood but what you did not think she'd do is bring it into sex.

" Mommy stop," you whine as Agatha helps you grind on her thigh," I'm so wet".

" Well i wanna tell my bunny some jokes," she tells you," like you wanna know what's better than a cold bud bunny?"

" What Mommy?" you whine in frustration but humor her either way to prevent she doesn't punish you.

" A warm bush" She tells you before sucking on your left nipples, stopping when you laugh a bit at her joke. This continues for the rest of the night until Agatha feels bad for you and helps you cum with the help of her magic.

Being the wonderful girlfriend that she is, Agatha doesn't fail at praising you as she helps you clean up, being the best mommy ever as per usual.

" My cute bunny," she praises as she gets back in bed with you while you lay next to her in silence.

" What did you think of my jokes bunny?" She asks you and pulls you into her arms to cuddle.

All you can do it nom on her shoulder after she asks you the question, a little annoyed that she wanted a review on the jokes she told you while all you wanted to do was cum.

" Bunny!" she yelps.

" That was for the jokes when i wanted to cum aggie," you tell you while she laughs at your antics. Agatha had told you many times about stuff like this but you didn't think she'd do it at your horniest.

" What if i wanted a review of my jokes honey?," she asks you in the sweetest tones that never fails on you," i just want to know i made my bunny even laugh a bit".

" The jokes were a 7/10 baby".

" THAT"S IT BUNNY ??? FOR MY JOKES??"

" if you would have let me cum sooner after the 6th jokes it would have been higher," you explain before she lightly slaps your arm and the two of you go to sleep in each others arms.

[lucawrites11]

what were the Chelsea players reactions when they realized a pregnant woman dropped a hat trick on them (Millie specifically)?

millie bright is vindicated. she knew it wasn't an ankle injury and she is like this at first:

then she realises that a pregnant woman put three past her and one in her last game at that and cycles into a bit of a crisis because HOW??? eventually she decides that alessia was only playing so well because she knew it was her last game so she left it all out there

by the time she's back at chelsea tho she's making everyone run extra defensive drills

niamh charles, lauren james, hannah hampton and aggie beever-jones are happy they no longer have to listen to millie rant about how alessia doesn't have an injured ankle before they realise that she's right and she'll be even more insufferable

lauren and aggie point out defense isn't their job but hannah and niamh are very supportive of the extra defensive drills

lj and aggie help hannah with more goalkeeping practice

the rest of the chelsea girls find out later on and have on explanation for why the lionesses come out of camp looking pissed off and forcing them into more defensive practice

when the rest of the girls find out, the loss and the pain of the loss is a little less raw. they are little more impressed than anything else

[messiambrandybuck]

Wait whatttttt did you have shitty roommates for a while before you got your own apartment? I never heard this!

Okay so!

In late August of 2022 (around the 28th) I moved into a house with my partner, where we were going to rent a room and live with 3 other people, including the land lady. (my housemates had a pitbull/catahoula mix, a chocolate lab, a cat named Aggie, a foster named Max, and then a wolfdog hybrid. Our landlady has three cats). Bonus points for the landlady being a hoarder but the sweetest woman on the planet. But definitely a hoarder.

Towards october-ish, one of my housemates and I talked about how Aggie had bonded with me, and decided to officially pass over the ownership so he was my cat. (He's going to be a year old in june <3). In November, I experienced a traumatic experience with a now ex-partner that has forever since changed my perception of that living space, and the people within it (to no fault of their own).

I can't remember when exactly, but near the end of the year/start of 2023, there was a "domestic" dispute. While my partner was at work, my housemates fought verbally, and then their alters fought physically. And then I was dragged into the middle of it physically/emotionally/you name it. I suffered. Many a ptsd attack, and I was genuinely afraid for the safety of everyone involved.

I had started bringing up apartments I thought were nice and affordable for about a month prior, but that entire shitshow, and the tension that followed after, motivated my partner to find us our own living space. There was also just a lot of toxicity flowing off of one of the housemates, and despite being friends with him it really killed my mental health to hear him shit-talking my partner, even after I would ask him not to. One of those types that confuse being an asshole to being blunt, and since he's autistic he feels validated in being blunt (which he is! but. yknow. he's usually not just being blunt.)

Mid-February of this year, my partner went to Italy with their family while I stayed at their mothers house (neither of us wanted to risk me being alone for another fight), and it was the best week I'd had in a long time, motivation wise. It was the moment I realized that the living space I was in was my problem. All the negativity and uncleanliness put me in the worst depression of my life.

On March 17th, we started the move into the apartment we're currently in! Our landlady tried to claim we had to pay 1,000USD for window damage, because the house was old and if you opened one of the windows it wouldn't shut. My partner tried to explain that it was wear and tear (since we didn't cause the window to stop working), and that made the Toxic Housemate super pissed, and he took it out on me. (using my anxiety against me, because he loves using past trauma as a fighting tactic. swell guy. /s) The landlady refused to let us grab the rest of our stuff until we paid, but my partner's father just fixed the window and we were able to get the rest of our stuff out.

Anyways uh. Yeah! That's a semi-detailed, pretty thorough timeline of the Big Events that happened in that household. Loved the dogs, loved one of the housemates like a brother, but it was an entire shitshow lmfao.

[aoifereal]

My brother did the thing of saying aggravating things in a neutral diplomatic tone and then going "as you can see I'm being very reasonable. Aoife do you have any thoughts?" so I took the piss out of him for it by doing the same thing but saying "all cis men throughout history have been evil on average and Connor is a cis man so must surely also be evil? I'm just making reasonable arguments based on history! Look at Connor getting so emotional that's not a reasonable way to be" and everyone got very mad at me, apart from the therapist who smirked lol. Win for me (it was not a win for me I should not have got aggy but hey-ho. Play stupid games (deliberately aggravating me) win stupid prizes (me taking the piss)). Anyway Connor then sulked for the rest of the session because I hadn't let him get away with trying stupid shit like that.

Then, in a similar vein to last time, my mum was like "I understand where Aoife was coming from and why she was so pissed off because the same thing happens to me a lot and it pisses me off. But I don't do anything, because I'm just so female socialised :)" and then proceeded to talk about when she does do stuff about it less than a minute later. Yay.

[rumisgf]

— THE FIRST TIME THEY MADE YOU UPSET

includes: denki kaminari, katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya

warnings: intentional unintentional bakugou slander + angst ig???

DENKI KAMINARI

he’s a very laidback boyfriend so he’s relatively chill about everything

but in the early stages of relationship he was definitely still maturing as a person and boyfriend, so it’s not to say he never slipped up (which was quite a few times 😭)

you both agreed on hanging out in your dorm that night because you had some exams during school so you didn’t get to spend time with each other a lot

but then you got a text that made you a bit.. how you say.. pissed the hell off

“hey babe the guys wanted to play cod so i might have to reschedule our lil plans til tomorrow night, mkay? sorry gorgeous:(”

bros before hoes ig (this is what you get for wanting a gamer boyfie, sorry shawty 😵‍💫✊🏽)

you then texted jirou to complain about his flaking ass to her and basically were planning to have an attitude for the next two-three business days

but eventually, he pulled through …thanks to jirou threatening that nigga life (on a serious note he did feel bad)

you heard a knock in your door while you were slouched on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through twitter. you grumbled ‘come in’ as you reluctantly looked up from your phone. and you saw the man himself, your boyfriend who ditched you.

“hey…” he sheeplishly waved, knowing you were upset with him. you rolled your eyes and looked back down at your phone. then, you felt the bed shift as he sat down in front of you. “look, i know you’re mad, and i’m sorry for canceling on you like that. i really should work on saying no to people… but i left early because i wanted to see you.” he said, smiling up at you when he said that last part. you were definitely fighting back a smile, and he saw right through you.

“c’mon now, don’t try to hide it! i know how my charm-”

with that, you rightfully smacked him in the arm. “OW! hey….” he dramatically whined, rubbing his arm where you hit him. you giggled and looked at him. “it’s fine, just don’t do it again. i missed you, y’know.” you said. he smiled back at you, then pecked your temple that was right in his line of vision. of course, you could never stay mad at someone as cute as him.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

lord…

you knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to date this… thing (love you bakugou 😁)

so it’s no surprise that he didn’t yet learn how to be not easily pissed off when you first got together

basically, if you think you’re gonna get even the slightest bit of affection from bakugou in PUBLIC within the first five months of your relationship,

you’re a bafoon. a FOOL.

that being said, it all started when you wanted to greet him with a simple *side hug* at his desk

not really bothered by the fact he was sorta having a conversation with kirishima at the moment, you went over to him

and guess what he did 😄😄

…he pushed you off of him in an instant! #boyfriendgoals

(kirishima said to him “that was pretty unmanly bro, i’m not gonna lie to you” so he got embarrassed right back)

you felt embarrassed. disrespected even.

so you took the initiative to ignore him for the rest of the day 🤝

you were at your last class of the day and you had to work in partners that were going to be randomized. and to your luck, you were paired with none other than your aggy ass boyfriend. when you failed to bribe sero into switching partners since he was working with jirou, you reluctantly pulled up your chair to bakugou’s desk.

as you wordlessly began doing the worksheet by yourself without exchanging a single word to him, you heard him clear his throat. you then set down your pencil and glare up at him.

“you mad?” he bluntly asked (wow what a way with words 😍). that immediately made you go back to what you were doing, not even wanting to respond since the answer should be obvious. “listen, i know that wasn’t cool, alright? i didnt mean to make you feel embarrassed or whatever, i just didn’t see you comin’ towards me.”

“…ight.” you say nonchalantly.

“ight?”

“mhm.”

long story short, you definitely held a grudge against him for the next few days. but it’s natural for couples to do petty things like that sometimes, so it all worked out and he made it up to you eventually (he claimed to made extra food for himself by accident for that entire week but we all know he spent his time cooking for you.)

IZUKU MIDORIYA

he really is so sweet, but like anyone else he’s not perfect

now he’s a bit clueless when it comes to flirting and it’s especially hard for him to notice when someone is trying to come onto him

and he is a known pretty boy in class 1-A (before you say “well canonically he’s a gag chara–” HUSH!) so a handful of girls will try to flirt with him knowing damn well he’s taken

obviously, he’s dating you so he’s not interested in anyone else

however, you still couldn’t help but feel some type of way when you saw some girl trynna win over YOUR man

and it wasn’t clear that he wasn’t interested… in fact his obliviousness and slightly passive aggressive manner towards her had you thinking he didn’t mind at all

which is why he was confused to find you all pouty and pissed off on the couch when he came to find where you had gone

“there you are… why’d you head off? i thought i lost you!” he says nervously with a hint of relief as he sat down next to you. he was confused to see you scoot away from him, and a frown became visible on his face. “d-did i do something…?”

“i dunno, seems like you were more interested in that class 1-B girl over there.” you said at a volume so low he almost couldn’t hear what you said. he immediately panicked, not knowing how to reassure you that wasn’t the case.

“w-what? nonono, that’s not it, i promise! i didn’t even realize she was trying to flirt with me until she asked if i was single- andofcourseisaidiwastakenbecausewellforstartersshesnotmytypeatallandsecondlyilikeyoualotand-”

he finally began to lower his shoulders and relax his eye muscles when he heard you break out into a fit of laughter”

“oh my god, you so cute.. it’s fine, i promise!”

“oh… good…”

[squishytenya]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 - Ms Joke, Aizawa + Present Mic

Pairings: ms joke, aizawa, present mic x gender neutral!reader

Notes: did I write this in half an hour? Yes. Am I worried cause I’ve never written emi before? Yes. I hope you guys like it mwah!

Warnings: reader gets hit on a lot, pda but with this lineup did you expect any less, mentions of uncomfortable situations (people flirting really?), I did not edit this but I never do so

Ms joke // Emi Fukukado

I feel like Emi isn’t one to get insecure jealous because she trusts you a lot, like a lot

Any friends night or family meeting is met with a have fun and a request for photos of your day out later (she likes seeing you happy even if it’s not necessarily her that made you smile)

The only time she really gets aggravated at all is when the person is not getting the hint and backing off or they’re coming on in a weird/offensive way

So when you guys go out on dates, she tends to keep an arm around you or at least her eyes on you at pretty much all times

Not because she doesn’t trust you or is possessive (she’s a little possessive) but because she knows people are really gross

Does NOT seem like the type at all but can be kinda scary to even the largest of men while having a smile on her face the entire time

She will come up to you just to kiss you straight on the lips and ask ‘who’s your friend?’

Continues to joke around and make you laugh so she can prove that she is in fact your partner and she can make you laugh like they can’t

Is a little mean if they won’t leave but does it with a smile, it’s tight and you can tell that she’s getting aggy with the person in front of you

We love her and here ability to be majorly passive aggressive while smiling, what a darling

Eraser head // Shouta Aizawa

Okay hear me out - he actually gets really jealous and isn’t great at hiding it but he’s grumpy pretty much all the time so nobody really notices except you

Of course jealousy does not equal lack of trust in any way but he’s kind of like an animal in what’s his is his and other people should keep their hands off

Can smell bad intentions from a mile away but he usually lets you fight your own battles

Usually it’s when you come back to wherever he is that he makes his feelings known (unintentionally) and maybe pulls you closer or wraps an arm around the back of your chair just to warn others

Will only step in once you’ve made it abundantly clear and they won’t leave or, god forbid, they invalidate your relationship

He knows you can take care of yourself but the moment someone says ‘oh he doesn’t have to know right?’ Man is behind you looking like a bat

He’s kind of intimidating himself but angry aizawa is very much so and I doubt someone will stay around long enough with him quirking his brow at them in the most unimpressed way

Generally just disgusted by their existence

Always makes sure to check on your afterwards even if they were being polite, it’s more to settle his own nerves and he appreciates that you pretend you don’t know

Present Mic // Hizashi Yamada

He is very vocal about your relationship tbh since he is one of the more famous pros I feel like most people know about you guys anyway so if someone is flirting with you while he is near it is almost certainly on purpose

And Hizashi does not like that, not one bit

Not only is it disrespectful to you but it’s disrespectful to your relationship too and he is rather protective when it comes down to it

Saunters up to you two, proper peacock kind of display, and does one of two things

Now if the person is being reaaal flirty and saying things like ‘well I don’t see him’ etc then he’s going to make it very clear that the person can see him now

Holds your waist, rests his chin on your shoulder and kisses your neck once or twice until he has a your complete attention, leaving the stranger in the dust

Gets a little pouty if you tell him off for doing that instead of just telling them to piss off but he doesn’t mind cause he knows you love it

If they’re just being creepy he can feel your uncomfortable from a mile away and does what he does best - talks

Slides between you and talks and talks and talks until the person is very confused and honestly just wants to leave because they feel uncomfortable meanwhile you’re making your escape across wherever you two are

Which is when he makes a comment about how they shouldn’t give people unwanted attention if they can’t take it in return and turns to find where you went when you went

We love one loud, respectful man

I hope this made sense my loves!

Remember reblogging helps content creators! And ily all!

[tiliamericana]

Muay Thai: 1.09

Nairi double checked the address Linden had texted her and looked back up at the set of buildings. They were squat and stuck together, looking kind of like a demountable set up someone had made permanent as best they could. The foundation was brickwork that looked more recent than the dirty siding, and about halfway up the wall it was all old windows, half of which were propped open.

The number she was looking for was around the side and about halfway down, and Nairi could smell cleaning supplies and cooking food, and hear discordant music as she walked up the ramp towards the door she was looking for. It was propped open a couple of inches by a worn paint can filled with concrete, a little angry face painted on it in red. She knocked on the window panel in the door. “Linden?”

The door swung all the way open, and Linden poked her head out, smiling at her. “There you are! Found it okay?”

She was completely bare faced for the first time since Nairi had met her, and while the denim cut offs were a familiar part of her wardrobe rotation, the oversize grey t-shirt was new, shapeless and paint spattered. There was also paint all along her forearms, some of which had managed to get onto her legs as well.

“Yeah,” said Nairi, holding up the paper bag. “And I brought lunch, as requested.”

“Oh, I’ll have to keep you around,” said Linden, grinning as she stepped back and opened the door properly to let Nairi in. She took the bag as Nairi stepped past her, digging in to retrieve her enchilada with a pleased noise.

“Having a… productive Tuesday?” asked Nairi as Linden let the door fall back into the paint can with a muffled clang.

Even with all of the windows propped open and the extractor fan wheezing loudly, the room still stunk of turpentine, paint, and something else chemical and sweet that she couldn’t quite identify. There was an unfinished counter running along one side of the room, cluttered with tubs of paint and half-filled bottles of oil, dirty jars and mugs, with an industrial sink at the end with an old microwaved plugged in next to it. One of its hinges was held on with electrical tape. The shelves under the counter had a lot of plastic tubs filling the space, labelled in masking tape and marker.

Linden crossed the room to a section where the floor was covered by an old bedsheet, sitting down on a wheeled office chair with the back broken off in front of an easel holding a canvas that was mostly pale green. She nodded as she picked up a tall ceramic mug with a lid, and she drank deeply from it, gesturing at a ratty couch under the windows on the wall. The mug had a strip of masking tape wrapped around it, ‘NO TURPS >:|’ scrawled on it in thick marker.

“Yeah, I got my wash layer down for the base of this bad boy,” said Linden, setting the mug back down and jerking her thumb over her shoulder at the canvas. “I spent a good chunk of last week fucking around with thumbnails, but your housewarming gift is officially on the way as of now.”

Nairi, sat on the couch. A strut creaked under her, threatening to crack. “You don’t have to—”

Linden waved her off. “I told you, your walls are too bare, and this is literally my area of expertise. How was your morning anyway?”

Nairi shrugged. “Okay, I guess? I really only got out of bed when you texted me.”

“Nice for some,” said Linden, grinning at her. “Layabout! How do you and Aggy get anything scheduled? She’s up by six and in bed by ten sharp.”

Nairi shrugged, unwrapping her own lunch and shifting uncomfortably on the terrible couch. “I guess we’ll find out; I’m having dinner at her apartment tonight.”

“Co-sy,” said Linden sarcastically, setting her enchilada on the folding table next to her ‘not turpentine’ and a clear jar filled with what was presumably turpentine. She picked up a flat paintbrush and dabbed it at her palette, rolling her chair forward and making a couple of light, decisive strokes on the green. “You two are enjoying yourselves, then?”

“I think so,” said Nairi, not entirely certain if she’d messed something up or was missing something. “Have you got plans for the night then? Or are you working?”

“Both,” said Linden promptly. “Got a hot date with a cool hook up, and then a much hotter date with the rest of next month’s rent check. Can I ask you a favour?”

“Sure,” said Nairi, chewing slowly. “For your cool hook up or next month’s rent?”

Linden turned her head and bounced her eyebrows at Nairi. “Next month’s rent check. Si’s kind of a dickhead, but he’s only dangerous if you don’t like T.S. Eliot or are allergic to, like, papercuts, or lignin, or something. I need a safety check in for when I finish my job. I have a couple of people I’d usually ask, but the one I normally go to during the week has a daughter in hospital for her appendix, and Flo takes melatonin to keep her schedule, like, regulated during semester so asking her to wait up on a school night is a no-go.”

“I should be able to do that,” said Nairi, nodding, partially because her only other option was asking what the hell ‘lignin’ was. “What do you need for it?”

“It’s just waiting for me to call when I’m finished with my job, or calling to check in, just to make sure I haven’t been murdered or whatever,” said Linden, leaning back a little to scan the lines she’d marked out on the canvas. “I’m booked for eleven, so I should be done before one. I’ll like, send you the address and the number for my work phone and stuff.”

Nairi nodded again. “Okay, sounds easy. So, if I can’t reach you by one, what do I need to do?”

“I’d tell you to call Nick, but he’d only call the cops so you can probably just cut him out of the equation and go straight to them. I’d like, rather not with them, like at all, ever,” she emphasised this with a slashing motion of her paintbrush, “but if it comes to that, then tell them like, I’m on a first date with a guy my dad thinks is creepy and I promised to check in or something, I don’t know.”

If she had the address, then… well. “Why would Nicholas call the cops if he knows you’d hate it?”

Linden rolled her eyes extravagantly and set her brush down, going for her enchilada again. “Because he believes in the power of the system, doesn’t approve of my job, is convinced that one day cops will magically stop being shitty to me, and also he apparently still thinks I’m sixteen.”

“Right,” said Nairi, slowly balling up the foil and paper of her lunch. “He uh, cares a lot about you, huh?”

“Yeah, he’s an old friend of my dad’s,” said Linden, nodding and swallowing. “Looked out for me when I was a teenager, you know? He’s still convinced that every time he turns around I’m gonna run off and nearly get myself killed again, it’s a real pain in the ass.”

“Again?”

A rueful smile flickered across Linden’s face. “Yeah, I ran away from home when I was about fifteen. Jim’s the one who found me and got me off the streets at first, but Edie and Nick were the ones who really made sure I got on my feet.”

“Right,” said Nairi, and she hesitated. “Jim’s a friend of theirs?”

“Was, yeah,” said Linden, glancing down at her lap to brush off an invisible crumb. “He died when I was about nineteen. Lung cancer, you know. It happens.”

“Damn,” said Nairi, not sure what to say in the face of that. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too, sometimes,” said Linden, her smile a little lopsided as she looked up. “It was a long time ago, though—water under the bridge and all that.”

“Yeah,” said Nairi, glancing at her hands briefly. “So what, Nicholas is worried that you’ll end up in a gutter?”

“Street corner, more like,” said Linden, dryness creeping back into her tone as she popped the last piece of her enchilada into her mouth, shaking her head. “He was pretty pissed off when I got out of college and went straight back to hooking.”

Nairi snorted. “Yeah, he doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who’d ‘approve’ of that.”

“Real stick up his ass, yeah,” said Linden, nodding again. “Edithwas the fun one when I was a teenager, so you can imagine what a downer life was back then.”

“A little, yeah,” said Nairi, her mouth twitching. “I didn’t know anyone like that as a teenager, maybe it would’ve helped me out some.”

“Oh, I know that feeling,” said Linden with a laugh, giving Nairi a carefully measured side-eye. “He’s very useful to have around sometimes—my taxes get filed on time every year and all that.”

Nairi laughed. “Nothing shows you care like robust budgeting, huh?”

Linden cackled with laughter, a loud, startled noise. “Yes! Exactly—god, you should have seen him when I got my first apartment. He came with me to sign the lease and he interrogated my landlord, did his own goddamn tour, took his own photos of the place when I moved in and hunted the guy down to sign that he’d seen them, made copies of my bond payment, and thenhe was on me every single month to make sure I had a receipt for my rent.”

“Ferocious,” said Nairi, grinning at her.

“And wildly disappointed in me the first time I got evicted,” said Linden, grinning back at her.

Nairi laughed without expecting it, the lines around her eyes creasing. “You’re a menace, then?”

Linden was smiling with bright eyes; head tilted a little. “Damn right I am. Nick’s been putting up with my shit for ten years, I really thought he’d’ve clued in by now.”

“Maybe he thinks you can be better than shit?” suggested Nairi.

Linden’s smile softened a little as she picked up the paintbrush again. “No, he’s a little better at managing his expectations than that. I mean, he sticks up for me with dad, but it’s not like I get away scot free when I fuck up!”

“Your dad’s not a fan of the hooking I take it?”

Linden made a wheezing sort of noise as she went for her paint again. “Oh god, no, my dad doesn’t know about the hooking, he’s an attorney, he’d kill me. That’s part of why Nick fucking hates it, he doesn’t like lying for anything, least of all my sorry ass.”

Nairi nodded again. “Okay, so, your dad’s just kind of a dick, huh?”

Linden paused and turned her head to look at Nairi, giving her an annoyed look. “No, he’s fine. We don’t get along that well, is all. And that whole thing where I was a missing teenager for four years and then came back queer and punk didn’t exactly help things either. We’re fine, I’m going up for dinner with him in a couple of weeks, actually.”

“Right, sorry,” said Nairi, holding up a hand. “I never met my parents, I don’t know what’s like, normal or whatever.”

“It’s fine,” said Linden, shrugging at her. “People get the wrong impression sometimes, is all.”

Somehow Nairi wasn’t shocked by this. “Will I hit another pothole if I ask about your mom?” she said instead.

Linden laughed. “I never knew her. I asked about her a bunch when I was a kid, but my dad was kind of really evasive and I stopped asking—I sort of got the impression she died when I was extra small or something. Edie reckons that whoever she was they were never really, like ‘together’, ‘cause apparently I was a surprise baby for everyone who knew him.”

“Oh, I don’t think kids work well as surprises,” said Nairi with a wince.

“Definitely not,” said Linden, grinning widely. “He did okay, though.”

Nairi shifted uncomfortably on the couch again. “You turned out okay, so he must have.”

Linden snorted.

Nairi’s phone chirped in her back pocket and she tugged it out to check the message. The couch creaked ominously as she shifted again, and she paused, glancing down at it. “Just out of curiosity, how much did you pay for this couch?”

“I didn’t, I nicked it from a guy who was throwing it out,” said Linden, taking a drink of not turps as Nairi’s phone chirped again. “Who’s texting?”

Nairi glanced down at her screen, tapping open the messaging inbox. “Agatha. She’s just checking that we’re still on for tonight.”

“You’re not gonna disappoint her, are you?” teased Linden.

Nairi looked up at her, not sure what to make of the way her tone had dipped. “No?”

Linden hummed, her mouth twitching. “Well, don’t party too hard then,” she said in the same tone again, and she turned her attention back to her canvas.

[angelfire115]

Here's part 6 frickin hell

Alastor entered the building, pretty much 5 minutes after Charlie made her way upstairs. Vaggie turned to see him walk in. After seeing his satisfied smile she connected the dots. Her anger rose like a burning flame, she pulled out her spear and pointed directly at him, stopping him in his tracks. He wasn't surprised by her approach, guess he was expecting this. Aggie stared at him with rage in her eyes, her posture lowered and hunched, ready for a fight. Vaggie: "What did you do?". Her voice growled, her eyes seathing, she was incredibly pissed. Alastor: "Hahahaha whatever do you mean my dear?" Alastor tried his best to sound convincing, not that he was trying all that hard, he didn't exactly care what the angry girl would do, she wasn't much of a threat. Vaggie: "Don't give me that sh**, Charlie walked in here, tired and not happy, you did something, NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU DID!". Alastor had to give her credit, she's annoying but she is definitely brave. He knows she's afraid of him but she's very good at not showing it. Although, she only ever shows this side when it comes to protecting Charlie. Alastor: "Are you assuming I was the reason for the princesses unhappiness? Oh how you hurt me so". This made her mood worse, not that he cared. Alastor: "Why don't you ask her yourself? She'd be more honest then me". Vaggie: "She's resting right now". Alastor: "Well you're going to have to wait for your answers, now won't you?". And with that he glided past her, humming a tune while continuing his way onto the rest of the hotel. Angel dust: "Huh, well that was anticlimactic, thought you two were going to duke it out or something". Vaggie: "Something happened between those two and I'm going to find out no matter what"

[imdoingsortagay]

The Dabloons

Summary: Agatha understood what TikTok was, but this new trend confused her.

word count: 1.5k

a/n: yes I am writing a blurb of this don't @ me, i just wanted Agatha and fluff so this is it ig

warnings: dabloons, fluff, cooking, sweet stuff, Wanda and viz are here, and so are the kids.

Reblogs are appreciated! Happy reading !!!

“ Babe,” 

“ yes aggie ?” you yell back to your girlfriend. 

“ Did you take out the trash as I told you? “ she asks, trying her best to get the house cleaned up before the Maximoffs came over for Thanksgiving dinner. 

Could she have easily used her magic to clean the whole house? Yes 

Was she convinced by you to not use magic all the time as she wanted to be “ normal “? Yes, and you even used puppy eyes too. 

When she got to the living room, Agatha expected it to be clean but is shocked to see you on the couch with your phone in hand and a piece of paper in your lap. 

“ Babe what the heck did I tell you ? “ and you look up from your phone to see a very mad Agatha, apron around her , looking tired as hell and you think of a way how to not piss her off even more. Both of you stay in silence as she waits for an answer from you, wondering what you must be doing. 

“ well you told me to pick up the trash and I was gonna do it but I had some important matters to attend and now I’m here, “ you explain, Agatha’s not reacting at all to this. 

“Dabloon bank,” she reads aloud,” why the heck are you keeping track of pirate currency honey?”

“ because it’s fun?” no reaction from your girlfriend. 

“ Explain later and just throw out the trash honey,” she tells you. 

“ let me just write down the last of what I got from this person's shop Aggie and I’ll-” 

“ y/n, if I don't see all the trash in the house thrown out in 20 minutes, you aren’t getting some of my special brownies after dinner,” she says which of course gets you right off the couch to get all the trash, brownies made by your sweet Agatha always are your weakness. Agatha makes her way back to the kitchen to continue preparing what’s left of the dinner when you walk into the kitchen with your phone in hand along with the same paper from earlier. 

“ Aggie,” you say and make your way to the counter, sitting on one of the stools as she prepares the batter for the brownies. 

“ what do you need sweet superstar? “ she asks. 

“ Can I explain to you what the dabloon economy is? “ 

“ When I’m not busy babe,” she tells you, sad that she can’t hear whatever weird trend is going on with the app you seem to be attached to nowadays. Humans always seem to come up with the silliest things to keep their minds entertained, Agatha has been witness to this in her 300+ plus years of living, and even with you showing her every trend that went on in the app it always left her confused.

3 hours later 

The food was done in the kitchen, you were eagerly waiting to see your friends after weeks of being busy, and Agatha was just about getting done getting ready when the doorbell rang. It was the first thanksgiving that she’d be celebrating with people so everything had to be perfect as she did not want to disappoint her friends. 

“ Don’t worry Aggie i got it,” she hears you yell from the living room, not a second later hearing cheers from her friends along with the twin boys. As soon as she got the rest of her makeup done, Agatha made her way to the front where everyone is. While you are dragged to the living room by the twins, she takes a moment to talk to the couple. 

“ You look amazing Agatha! And I love what you’ve done with the place,” Wanda exclaims, happy to see her friend thriving and well. 

“ I could say the same about you superstar,” she shoots back at Wanda while Vision is just happy to see that his wife is in a good mood. 

“ And you Viz, How has life been treating you? She asks the man and she lets out a sigh of relief. 

“ happy to play the part of stay-at-home parent for now but the boy could not stop talking about this silly little dabloons trend,” he explains to her. 

“ Dabloons? Isn’t that pirate money ?” Agatha asks them. Wanda takes over on explaining what dabloons are to her dear old friend while Viz listens to the conversation. 

Agatha thought it was just a silly little game going on within the app and didn't realize there were whole governments, jobs, and even governments being formed over this. It’s no wonder you got all excited earlier to explain how all of this works. 

While this conversation was happening, the boys were in the living room with you, papers in hand given by you as they try their best to remember how many dabloons they have. 

“ you don’t have 1000 dabloons Tommy, remember the rule about getting anything over 100 in each video,” billy tells his brother as she erases the amount he had on the paper. 

“ Not if you get caught dummy, no dabloon cops have gotten me,” Tommy says and you giggle at how invested these two are with this as much as you are. Within two days of the dabloon trend, you have earned alot of dabloons, gotten robbed, given a cat, and even bought a house with said dabloons.

It was a trend that made you very happy and you wanted to very much explain to your girlfriend, but sadly understood she had to make the dinner for today so you decided to wait until she wasn’t busy. 

“ How many do you have y/n?” Tommy asks you, as he tries to take a peek at the paper in the notebook but you are smart enough to know. 

“ Just to steal them Huh Tommy?” you ask and billy giggles at you. After a couple of moments, you get distracted and you fail to notice when the young boy gets your paper as a way to steal some of the dabloons. Agatha hears laughter erupting from the living room so she leaves the couple to talk amongst themselves to see the boys chasing you around as both of them work together for stealing the dabloons. 

“ Agatha help me please, my dabloons have been stolen by these robbers,” you say dramatically running to her, playing the part as the boys look at the older woman, trying their best to appear innocent. 

“ Did you protect them with your energy baby?” 

“ Well um,” you say quietly to her and she giggles a bit.

“ Rule number one honey: protect what’s yours. Lucky you, i’m here in your honor, “ she says and kneels down to the same height as the boys to negotiate with the twins to give you back the dabloons. 10 minutes of talks later, Agatha gives you back the paper, promising to give the boys some of her special brownies to take home with them after dinner but you didn't need to worry about that. 

Dinner after that is all good ad you praise Agatha for how well of a cook she is, over the moon at another one of her talents which makes her blush a bit. Her guests said the same thing as well, calming her mind down a bit after worrying all day as to whether the food would be up to their standards. Dessert went super well as she decided on making apple pie for the adults and brownies for the boys and by the end of the night, everyone is full from all the food cooked but Agatha provides them with enough leftovers to last them a week. 

Once the Maximoff have left for their home, Agatha quickly uses her magic to clean the kitchen, not wanting to waste time on that so she could spend the rest of the night with you. 

“ Hey superstar,” you hear Agatha say as she walks into your shared room to find you in bed, under the blanket watching tiktoks as usual. 

“ hi aggie,” you say as she uses her magic to get out of the clothes into comfier ones. 

“ What happened to not using magic all the time Aggie? “

“ I do not want to waste time, just wanna spend it all being close to you, and maybe you can also explain tha dabloon thing now,” she tells you cuddling with you. 

“ Are you sure? I don’t want to annoy you and you must be tired from cleaning, i don’t want to -” 

“ honey, you can never annoy me,” she pauses,” I always want to hear anything new about you, don't you ever think that.” 

The rest of the night is spent with you in Agatha's arms going over anything and everything that has to do with the dabloon trend until you get too sleepy to go on and fall asleep in her arms. It doesn’t take too long for Agatha to fall asleep right after you.

The older woman holding you is forever grateful to have met you, able to see you all happy about what makes you smile. 

[diningpageantry]

"I can't believe this. First our room isn't ready, and now this? I specifically requested TWO beds." (-baz)(and there was only one bed gasp)

(funny enough, i actually have a whole 9.4k fic on this plot, if you wanna read a fic on “there was only one bed” that’s well fleshed out. but! here’s a shorter “there was one bed” ficlet.... that i may have turned into a much longer ficlet than originally intended.)

It’s really, really rare that we get to go on a proper field trip.

You’d think, given the small class size, that it’d be more common than just a sudden, unexpected, “We’re going to London to study Magickal Interaction in the Normal’s World” out of the blue. Not that it’s a topic that isn’t interesting, of course. Especially since, y’know, we’ve only got the rest of this year before we have to live in the Normal’s world. But still. Would’ve been nice to go out there at some point in my earlier years to, I don’t know, wave my wand around an open field somewhere that isn’t Watford’s campus.

Anyway. Can’t really complain. Especially since it’s four days of minimal classwork, and an excuse to sneak off at night with Penny and get beyond plastered in a mage’s bar. Maybe find someone to make out with in a dark corner, which sounds rightfully enticing seeing as I’ve been single and pitifully daydreaming about just being loved. (That’s it. That’s all. The action of being loved.)

Only thing that’s getting on my nerves is the fact that Baz and I don’t get separate rooms.

None of us do, really. We’re all stuck with our usual roommates (except this time without any gendered barriers keeping us apart. Or Anathema.)

Now, at first it didn’t seem an issue that Baz and I got stuck back together. We treat it like the usual avoidance, and he fucks off the moment he can, while I do the same.

Except, when we got to the hotel, us and everyone else in the same hallway got held back. Someone said something about them being cleaned, and we’d be in as soon as possible.

Which, evidently, was two hours.

Baz had a field day bitching about it.

I thought it’d stop the moment we got to the room, but here’s where we are now. An even bigger issue than Baz being a total and complete drama queen.

“Crowley,” he snaps, practically slamming down the handle to his travel-case (it rolls. Doesn’t even have the effort to properly carry something). “I can’t believe this. Mage really cheaped out this time.”

I don’t really have a reaction. I can’t think of a reaction. Not when there’s only one bed in the room. “I don’t think he--”

“First the room wasn’t ready, now this?!”

“I’ll sleep in the bathtub, if need-be.”

He glares over at me, looking me up and down like he’s considering my size in comparison, before saying “You’ll be lucky if you can spell it soft enough.”

I scrunch my nose. Maybe Penny can talk Trixie into staying in Keris’ room. I’ll sleep on her extra bed.

Or her floor.

Or her bathtub.

I look over the bed again. It’s really quite big. Plenty of room, really. Enough for us to press up to opposite sides, not even touching... “What if we stay?”

He snorts. “You’re kidding.”

“Why would I be?”

His head turns, brow raising. “There’s nothing stopping me from snapping your neck as you sleep here. Sure, it’ll be bad on my record, but evidence isn’t hard to hide. I can say you ran off.”

“Can’t drop the villain act for one minute, can you?” I drop my duffel-bag onto the bed, exhaling. “I’ll take the left, you take the right. Like our beds usually.”

He looks like he’s thinking hard to say something, to snap something clever back like he always does, but he gives me a halfhearted high instead before locking himself into our bathroom.

I try to yell at him, telling him to save me the little free soaps (I forgot to snag the ones supplied from Watford), but I don’t quite think he can hear me. 

So I make sure I have everything I need, and leave him alone for the night, going down to the lobby to meet Penny for dinner.

We decide to stay in tonight--she has her laptop hooked up to the WiFi, so she’s going through the motions of researching where we’ll go for our drunken festivities.

I don’t mention the bed to her. Not yet. Not after we see how tonight goes.

Which, at first, doesn’t start bad.

It’s the usual nighttime routine. He slips in late (I wonder what he’s found to drain in the city without getting caught), coming back looking a bit disheveled, but else wise put together.

We don’t speak about it. We don’t have the energy these days. He simply changes in the bathroom, then slips into bed, turning completely away from me.

I click out my light, and he does the same, and we fall asleep.

All soundly. Sort of.

That is, until he steals all the blankets. And at first, it isn’t a bother, but then he rolls over, and takes up more than half the bed, in his sprawling.

I huff, trying to nudge him, but he’s completely out cold. Literally cold.

When I push him, I feel his freezing skin against me. It’s barely any affect under enough blankets to swallow him whole.

“Baz,” I try, to no avail. So try louder. “Baz!”

He snaps awake, jerking around and glaring at me the moment our eyes meet. “Yes?” he drags.

“Can I have some room to sleep?”

He blinks at me, eyes heavy as he snorts. It barely has any affect. “Y’sleep in a ball. Don’t ask like you need more.”

And with that, he’s back asleep. Tosser.

I don’t sleep much the rest of the night, arse half off the bed.

The next day isn’t terrible. We tour a good bit, it’s mostly a bore, and then by dinner time, Penny’s already got a place for us to go.

“It’s a bit set aside, and we need a spell to get in, but I think we’ll be fine if you’re not the one trying to spell us in.”

“Why’s that?”

She looks at me, seeming outright exhausted, and I nod. Ah okay yeah. That’s why.

When I get back to the room, Baz looks like he’s getting ready to go somewhere to (city rats? Are city rats appetizing? Or maybe he’s actually just draining people out here). He looks over at me, raising a brow as I go for my bag. “Retiring early? I’m surprised you and Bunce aren’t going to go stake out something for your precious Mage.”

“Actually, we’re going out.”

“Pardon?”

“We've found a Mage’s club.” I know he won’t turn me in for this. I sure as shit could turn him in for sneaking out, so there’s no point in retaliation.

But he gives me a new reaction. One I wasn’t particularly expecting. “Is it far?”

I blink, picking up my pair of jeans and the shirt Penn stole from Premal’s closet for me. “No...”

He nods, seemingly in thought. “Fine. Save room in the cab.”

“Save room in the--I never invited you!”

“No, I invited myself. But someone has to look after you two, or else you’ll get yourselves into another Goblin attack--or worse.”

Frowning over at him, I think over how hard I’d have to punch him to known the sense out of him. It wouldn’t be too hard, but what’s the effort worth? Plus, how bad could it be? He fucks off, and he pays for the ride. “Fine, but you’re paying.”

“That was never said.”

I smirk back. “Yeah well, you invited yourself.” I shut myself into the bathroom.

Once I step out, I look over to see he’s actually dressed decently, in clothes I can’t ever recall him in.

“Baz, are those jeans? Are you wearing jeans?”

He doesn’t bother looking away from the mirror, fixing his hair. “What did you expect me to wear? A skirt?”

“Yes--wait. No. Anything but jeans.”

“Do you imagine I’d saunter around a club as an eligible bachelor in some bloody cloak?”

“A little bit, yeah!”

He groans, rolling his eyes as he turns back and rustles through his bag. “You’re pathetic.”

Standing back, I watch as he shuffles around and digs out a pencil, nice and capped all pretty. My first thought is wondering why he’s pulling out a pencil, but then he uncaps it and brings it up to his face.

“Stop--”

He turns slowly, raising a brow. “Something the matter?” he monotones.

“What--don’t hurt yourself!”

He snorts, shaking his head and turning back and starting to run it along certain parts of his eyes (looking like he very well knows what he’s doing). “Haven’t you ever seen anyone put on makeup?”

Yes. Well, yeah. Of course. I’ve seen Aggie put on her makeup before big holiday dinners, and Penny drag out a little bag during breakfast to just put something on her eyelashes and use some chapstick (that’s all she ever does, and that’s only if she has a presentation to give that day).

And anyway, whenever Agatha put anything around her eyes, it was with a tube and little brush thing. And other brushes. And more brushes.

“Not with a colored pencil.”

“It’s called eyeliner, Snow.”

I’ve never seen a bloke put on makeup.

I’ve never seen a bloke look deliberately pretty.

And it isn’t that I haven’t seen pretty blokes--of course I’ve seen pretty blokes. Baz is sort of a pretty bloke, in the textbook sense. Full-ish lips (well full enough that they’re not barely there. Fuller side for a guy, I guess). Pretty eyes, with dark lashes that make ‘em look lighter. I think he does his eyebrows--they’re too well kept to not have something done to them.

Clear skin. Always clear. Almost like a doll’s face.

Except if the doll was always pissed off.

I sort of stand blinking, staring at him without properly meaning to (but definitely staring), only snapping to when he stands up straight and fixes his shirt. It’s nearly half unbuttoned.

He snaps something at me (I don’t catch it, I’m staring at his chest). (How does he feel so comfortable showing that much skin?) (Why would he show so much skin? Who is he trying to woo?) (Is this how he’s getting his dinner? Going off with someone then draining them?)

It takes him a few more tries before it comes through. “For Crowley’s sake, Snow, back to reality or I’ll punch it into you.”

My head shakes, eyes going wide as my head snaps up, then settles back to a frown. “Don’t have to be a dick about it,” I grumble, shoulders dropping a bit as I pat around. Wallet (with room key). Mobile Penny convinced me to get over winter break.

That’s it. That’s all.

“Are you ready?” My voice cracks a bit as I ask, hand moving up to over my mouth subtly. This is already going to be a weird night.

He gives me a once over, and I can practically hear his voice. “Really Snow? That’s what you’re wearing?” He nods anyway, pushing past me to open our door. “Where are we meeting her?”

“Lobby.” I trail behind him, dinging for the lift and resting back against the wall.

He goes off and checks himself in this mirror, presumably trying to see himself in a new light.

“Oi, piss off. Y’already look like you’re off to seduce your next victim.”

“Pray tell, Snow, what you think they’d be a victim of.”

“Vampire’s thrall?”

He seems a bit smug about that one. “Wouldn’t you think I’d have pulled that by now?”

“Maybe you did. I know how Agatha followed you around like a puppy dog--”

“You seem to forget that you followed me around like a puppy dog. For a year.”

I frown, then blink. “That could’ve been the thrall!”

He just laughs, a bitter bark at me as the lift pings and slides open. “Hate to inform you, Snow--” he hits the button for the lobby, then close doors as I settle back against the corner of the space, “--but if was a vampire, and I did use my thrall, I’m fairly certain you’d know it was happening.”

We drop the conversation there, standing in silence as the little box around us rattles and drops at a decently slow speed, a soft chime as we hit the ground floor and step out to take a good look around.

Penny’s already waiting, standing by a plant with her mobile in hand. She looks up, raising a brow at Baz (I’d texted her that he’s coming, my only explanation being “He’s paying”). “Bold fashion choice.”

He smirks, and it feels like it’s an intentional jab. I think he feels spiffy. “Thank you, Bunce. You’re looking...” He trails. She’s not in anything that’s much of anything to comment at (she’s not single, so a simple black sweater dress is enough for her). “Like you’re going to a very informal funeral.”

“Mmm. Your’s, or Simon’s?”

“Why not both?”

She smiles a bit, impressed before exhaling. “You’re paying, right?”

“Do I have much of a choice?”

“No.” She grabs my arm, raising a brow at me as I shrug. Free alcohol is free alcohol (and I suppose I’ll turn a blind eye to Baz if he’s got his fangs sunken into someone in the back room).

We all pile into a cab, and Penny gives the instructions. We’re relatively silent, all looking off through the windows, paying no mind to the cabbie as we twist and turn, finally stopping and stepping out as Baz pays the tab.

We’re in front of a closed Primark which, granted, seems like an odd place to take three late-teenaged kids to, but he just heads off and leaves us staring up at it.

“The sex appeal of this is through the roof,” Baz quips, raising a brow as Penny sighs and looks around.

“Trust me, alright?” she hisses, glancing around before starting down the street.

I follow along, hands in my pockets as we stroll. Baz looks a bit cautious, but overall humored by the whole endeavor.

We stop outside a much smaller side shop, with a spray painted shutter. “EAT DIX”

“Classy,” Baz mumbles as Penny steps forward, pointing her ring at it.

“Oh, what a night!”

The shutters rumble a bit, raising a few notches on their own and letting Penny yank them up the rest of the way. She glances around, exhaling in relief before waving us in.

It just looks like a tight passageway, but tucked inside the wall.

I go first anyway, following along for maybe half a minute before I can hear it--laughing. Dancing. Going about.

Baz lights a fire just in time before I hit a turn, then see it. The trickling of light.

Then another turn.

It’s like a hard snake, bumping through twist and turn before we emerge into a thumping, crowded dance club, twinkling lights suspended in mid-air as the smell of drinks and the sweetness of pixie dust spins around us.

I let Penny take the lead, holding onto her elbow as descend down a short flight of stairs and land off to the side of the crowd. Baz sticks close, practically looming over my shoulder as we make out way to the bar.

I can feel some people eyeing me up--I can feel them staring, even if they don’t mean to. I know they know who I am. I know they can smell it--they can feel it.

And I know they see me next to a Pitch, which is probably fairly confusing, but once again, free alcohol is free alcohol.

Baz orders us two rounds of shots as we settle up to the bar, trying to talk about where to stand and whether or not to dance.

After the shots, and well, another round (then a drink each), Penny and I break off from him as he stays at the bar, wordlessly sipping back something that looks too pink to be appetizing (he seems happy with it, though, surprisingly).

I polish off my drink--something magical, except it also has some fizzy in it, so I don’t know whether or not the tingle in my throat is from the drink or from the additive, but I don’t really care. I don’t care about shit, because Penny’s shoving me into the middle of the crowd to (try to) dance.

And try to I do.

Terribly, I think.

Who’s going to tell me I’m a bad dancer? I’m the Chosen One, for Merlin’s sake.

I turn, then catch Baz staring.

Oh right. He will. He’ll tell me I’m a bad dancer.

Which, I suppose, he has a little say in, but still. I prefer not to hear him, but he’s the one supplying me with drinks, so I should shut up and let him speak.

He doesn’t move. Not immediately.

And when he does, it isn’t to go forward. It’s, instead, to turn around, and order another drink for himself.

Something in my chest flutters, searching for his gaze again until another body blocks him. Someone big (half giant?) I don’t even bother waiting to see if he did look back, instead just weaving my way back into the crowd to find Penny.

We stick around for a little while, making Baz get us another drink before he eventually climbs off his seat, finding me half slumped next to the loo, and scoffs at me.

“You’re pissed,” he mumbles, not fresh as a fucking daisy himself. “We’re going back.”

I pout a bit. “Penny’s taking a piss.”

“Of course she is,” he sighs, shaking a hand through his hair.

I smile as it falls into his face, and reach up absentmindedly to swipe it away. “Pretty,” I mumble.

He doesn’t swat me away, blinking once as I tuck it behind his ear. He gathers himself after a second of just blinking. “You better be stable enough to walk, because I’m not dragging you out.”

(Spoiler alert: he does.)

(I’m half leaned over him, arm around his shoulder, as Penny hums some tune behind us, weaving out through the path we came.) (Which, surprisingly, shoots us out a few doors down from where we entered. Wicked.)

He hails us a cab a block or two away, all the while I’m mumbling something about him smelling like a weird lemon. We squeeze together in the back, Penny and Baz on each side of me as I fit in the middle, head leaned back as the room spins. At least Baz has the sense to remember the address of the hotel, letting Penny and I just hum to ourselves.

We part ways in the lobby, Baz letting me cling to him as I stumble closely into the lift.

We’re silent.

Too silent.

I hum again to fill it, humming that spell that Penny used to get us in (it’s catchy).

Baz doesn’t tell me to stop. Not until we get out, and even then it’s a soft “Shh”. The kind you try to lull a baby to rest.

I smile, leaning up to whisper in his year. “Am I your baby, Baz?”

He gets a little stiff in my arms, feeling like a plank that I’m just drifting through the hallway with. “Nobody’s my ‘baby’, Snow.”

“I could be,” I hum, leaning more against him and whispering even quieter. “I am now.”

He looks like he might shove me off. Instead, he walks faster to our door, getting out his key card and grumbling something bitterly as he pushes the door open and hits the lights.

I flop myself down onto the bed, grinning up at him. “You’re really pretty. Did y’know that?”

“No, Snow.” He almost sounds sad. Why is he sad?

“Soooo pretty....”

“Are you going to stop anytime soon?”

I giggle, closing my eyes and shaking my head. I feel the room shake with me (I think that’s what’s happening).

When I open my eyes, I don’t see any objects actually shaking, but Merlin am I dizzy.

Baz has all but disappeared, except for the sound of the bathroom tap running.

I hum, starting to try to wiggle out of my jeans (getting them half off before remembering my shoes), then trying to kick those off while trying to somehow lift myself off my back to take off my shirt.

Which is how Baz finds me, almost thrashing around on the bed.

“Oh for Crowley’s sake,” he mumbles, going to help me.

I just let him do the work, closing my eyes and settling back. “Mm. Why’re you sober?”

“I spelled myself sober. Used ‘Closing time’.” He says it without the magic, helping me out of my clothes and leaving me in my boxers and cross, carefully staring anywhere but me. “Why? Do you need to be spelled sober?”

I shake my head. “Like this.”

He sighs, stepping away and mumbling something incoherent as he goes into the bathroom and comes back with a glass of water. “Drink.”

I don’t protest, forcing myself up to chug it down, before looking up. “I’m gonna pee.”

His lip curls up. “Then go pee.”

I nod, closing my eyes and pushing myself out of bed. I stumble, but catch myself on the bedside table. “I’m gonna pee,” I repeat, padding into the bathroom.

I think I say it again (or I’m thinking it) as I’m steadying myself again the wall and focusing very hard on my aim.

I flush, washing my hands because I know Baz will throw a fit if I don’t, then go back out to see how he is.

Which is just him in bed, turned away from me.

I frown, then plop next to him, hitting off the lights and sighing. “Baz?”

“Yes?” he grumbles.

I turn my head, watching him. “Thank you.”

He turns around slowly, facing me entirely. “What do you want me to say?”

I shrug, then reach out to feel his hair again, watching his eyes fall shut, then push back open. 

“What is it that you want, Snow?”

I shrug. “Nothing really. I feel like thanking you. Is it a crime?”

“No.” He still stares at me, like he did at the bar.

I bite my lip. “Am I bad a dancer?”

He seems taken a back, but answers nonetheless. “Yes,” he whispers, then I laugh.

I laugh because he’s right. I laugh because this is silly. I laugh because I want to laugh.

And he laughs too.

We laugh together, my forehead leaning to touch his as we giggle, settling into the shared sheets. We relax. We exhale, looking at one another before I stare at his pretty mouth, then lined eyes, and suddenly push my lips forward just to feel how his pretty mouth would feel against mine, and I find that it feels fantastic.

It feels soft, and slow, and hesitant then all at once not, pushing forward against mine and making me sigh out onto him. 

His hair pushes into my hair, then his pretty mouth pulls back, and I open my eyes to stare at his prettier ones.

“You’re drunk,” he whispers, voice small.

I nod, then shrug. “You can sober me up,” I whisper, popping the ‘P’ before smiling a little.

He does move at first. “Takes a good bit of magic, Simon.”

I shrug again. “I can try...”

He laughs. “Crowley, no. Please don’t. You’ll probably ruin your liver doing that alone.”

He’s not wrong.

I opt to kiss his cheek, feeling his hair slowly as I scoot closer. “Okay,” I mumble. “Kiss me in the morning, then.”

“What if you don’t want to,” he whispers, forgoing his usual bitterness. “What if you forget.”

He’s probably right. I have a shit memory when it comes to drinking. And that’s probably why he’s not snapping my neck now, either.

The whole kissing me back is a thought for tomorrow, though.

“Then tell me to kiss you,” I yawn,  pressing my face into his neck and inhaling. “Say... I think you’re pretty. Because you’re pretty. And I like that.”

“You’re talking nonsense, Snow.”

I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. Kiss me anyway.”

His hand settles firmly on my back, right at the dip of it. “Fine,” he whispers. “But then we don’t talk about tonight.”

“What tonight?”

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Choking On Sapphires 89

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Title & Song: Bad Company

Summary: Genevieve begins standing up for herself and others with her new found sense of self. Alfie sits back and enjoys the show. 

Warnings/Tags: Language. References to assault and violence.Verbal fighting. 

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Alfie and Genevieve were working again, and more importantly, working as one cohesive unit. Still light with his affections, trying to appreciate the subtle physical affection between them that was backed with a more mature and solid love behind it nowadays.

 They focused on tone and respect, checking in on each other and being understanding of the others space and feelings. Gen found herself enjoying her time with Alfie more now that she was spending less with him. She had time to paint and think again, two things she had sorely needed more of in her life to get herself straight again. She was figuring out who this new woman was, and how she fell into place with Alfie and who he was at this juncture. It led to more confidence, better communication and a deeper intimacy outside of sex for them. Which at Alfie's age his back and hips truly appreciated. 

They talked with tea and biscuits before bed every night. A rundown of the day and the questions and concerns it brought them putting it all away with the China when no more could be done for it. In turn the lack of talking led to more tenderness, small kisses and strokes as they wound down together, Genevieve letting her guard down only for him most days now. It let her feel cared for and safe as he’d wrap her up and hold her close as she fell asleep and it gave him the protective and providing feelings he needed as a man. They were evening each other out, finding their new roles within the relationship and the pieces were beginning to fall into place. 

———

With a pin-straight posture and the newest in women's business wear from Paris, a treat to herself for her recent successes, Genevieve sits perched on a wooden chair that must be as old as the school building itself for how uncomfortable it was. She sits across the long banquet table in the great hall from a man who could also be considered dated and out of fashion, the same as his surroundings. There was only one other woman in the group for instructors and heads of the art department, and she taught dance. She was older but fit and always wore her hair in a tight bun that did her frail and gaunt face no favors. Her attitude also didn’t help her seem any more approachable but that seemed to be common among the ballet type. They were all tight strung and old fashioned, strict and elitist, the same could be said for everyone else on the board except Genevieve. She was the youngest by around two decades and the only with a tailor that wasn’t an octogenarian. 

“Everyone who votes for Beatrice Langston, a show of hands.” The head says as his slumped posture from being bent over a desk his whole academic life, makes him look like he struggles to lift his head to see a show of hands. Everyone but Genevieve.

“Really?” Genevieve asks with direct eye contact with each person after the count was finished. 

“I’m sorry Miss Durand but majority rules.”

“You are all going to sit there and tell me with a straight face that Beatrice is better suited for the scholarship than Hazel?” No one speaks and avoids her aggressive gaze. “Beatrice is rudimentary at best. She lacks the understanding of color theory and her depth of field is just...well it’s lacking. To put it politely.” Gen speaks with an animated tone and body as she moves paintings around on the table. “Look at these Hazel has done! Brilliant use of color and saturation, everything is scaled to perfection and her abstract art evokes emotion and shows a much deeper grasp of the poetry and psychology of color and space!” Gen raises her voice and holds up a painting with both her hands, shoving it in the others faces from where she sat. “Beatrice hasn’t even DONE an abstract piece!” She tosses the paper and sorts back loudly in her chair as it scoots.

“The vote is final Moss Durand, I’m sorry you-“

“No, you’re not!” She scoffs and his eyes go wide. “I know why you’re all voting for her and you should all be ashamed. You should have your educator privileges revoked because you don’t give a damn about these children and nurturing them.” She speaks from the heart, fully upset and letting it show. 

“Miss Durand that is quiet enough.”

“So you’re going to tell me you’re voting for Langston because of her skill and NOT because of who her father is?” She crossed her arms and leans toward the annoyed-looking man.

He says nothing in reply. “Our vote is-“ 

“Yes final!” She throws up her hands and rolls her eyes. “I am so completely disappointed in every single one of you for not voting for talent over a name. Hazel could use this scholarship, Langston has money! And no talent.” She shakes her head. “All because of who her father is! Ridiculous!” Genieve huffs. 

“Like you’ve never benefited from who your father is.” One is the men say with a cold side-eye that they would soon regret.

“Excuse me, Garrett?” She stands slowly and others sink back into their chairs.

“Miss Durand pl-“

“NO!” She shakes her head and begins speaking with her hands to the head. “No, I will not sit here and be spoken to in such a way.” She trots right across from the formerly brave academic and scolds him like a child with a pointed finger. “You don’t know a damn thing about me you glorified bookend! I lost my connection to my father and his name at seventeen! Everything I have has my blood sweat and tears in it! I have worked My arse off for my successes and you, nay, no one will say otherwise because it would be a lie.” She hisses and shouts. “A girl should get this scholarship on hard work and talent, not a name! Just because you’ve never worked for anything doesn’t mean others aren’t deserving! We can’t all be born with rich fathers and cocks and just waltz into whatever sort of life we want! Some of us have to work for it! And since all you’ve done is make theories and sit on your fat arse and read your whole life you can’t relate! Doesn’t make it not true!” She shouts and throws her arms in the air.

“MISS DURAND! That is enough!”

“And YOU! You ancient fuck. You can piss off. The lot of you! You only represent the past and have no interest in catching up with the rest of the world on modernity. I don’t want any part of a board or school who doesn’t give a fuck about its students. I love art and I want to help those that love it as well.” She speaks and moves to gather her things as she keeps scolding. “And as a woman who knows the rampant sexism and abuse of power in academia, you should be ASHAMED!” She points at the other woman in her group. “I’d like to let you all in on a little advice before I part. Garret your beard makes you look like a pedophile. Quinne, your hair pulled back like that makes you look like a shaved fanny. Richard, you always smell like bloody mothballs and Turner, your cologne smells like horse piss. And you Gerald.” She scowls at the head. “ Everyone knows your poor dumb secretary sucks you off in your office. You’re a lousy liar and make noises like a dying cow when you ejaculate. You aren’t fooling anyone.” She sasss. “You’re a sorry lot and I’m sorry that these students have heartless twats for professors!” She begins to trot off, her heels clicking over the old stone floors in a hurry in her anger. 

The look on her face gives away her anger before she’s even in the car to meet Claire.

“That didn’t take long.”

“I left early.” She spits out and sits and seethes.

“May I ask why?”

“I quit.” She says finally looking to Claire sat next to her.

“You bloody what?” Her voice breaks.

“They wanted to give the scholarship to a girl

Based on who her father was. Not on talent because the simple thing couldn't evoke emotion with art if her life depended on it. They just want bloody money from her family!”

“So you quit?”

“Yes. I don’t want any part of that crock of shit.”

Claire opens her mouth and then closes it. There was a paycheck lost but truly not much else. Genevieve could just paint to sell and easily make up the difference. She could set up anyway and teach just for the love of it, so Claire simply nods. 

———

“She’s in a right mood.” Claire warms Alfie, setting the table for tea as he trumps into the house. 

“Why?” He demands in his usual confident way.

“She quit the teaching work today.”

“Fuckin wot? But she loves it!”

“She loves it and that’s why she quit.” Claire shrugs.

“Is no one makin' no fuckin' sense in this madhouse?” Alfie barks.

“What are you shouting about?” Genevieve comes around the corner with her little glasses on that matches Alfies and a stack of papers in her arms.

“What’s this bout you quittin?”

“Come sit and I’ll explain.” She nods and puts her hand to his back. Her calmer approach caught him off guard. He was expecting a loose canon from Claire’s warning but he only saw a very present woman in her eyes and appearance.

“Ya fuckin better.” He says loudly as he sits and she ignores his needless pompous nature.

“Aggie before our meal, some chamomile perhaps?”

“Lovely idea dear.” Aggie praises and Gen sits next to Alfie in their little corner of the table. Her in her large decorative, plush velvet chair at the head. 

“I quit the board and the teaching job today.”

“Yeah, I got that much.”

“Do you want to keep interrupting me to hear the sound of your own voice or do you want me to explain?” She asks with a tilted head and removing her glasses.

His chin sinks into his neck in surprise at her quick wit and he gestures for her to continue without a word. 

“Thank you.” She says with a large nod. “The scholarship vote was today and in short they chose name over talent. A girl who’s father has political connections was chosen over an immensely talented girl. For the money I’m guessing. I tried to convince them and they would not listen. I expressed my disappointment in their decision and one of the men thought it wise to make a remark about me. I-“

“Who fuckin said wot love, I’ll get the bastard.” Alfie swoops in protectively, still touchy about people smart mouthing Gen with the ongoing fight over gossip.

“That’s very nice of you, Cheri but not needed. I set him straight with words. Much less mess.” She pats Alfie's arm and despite his hard brow of anger for someone having the balls to speak poorly towards her, he couldn’t help but admire the unbothered face she held. “I don’t want to be a part of an organization that runs in such an unfair and uncaring way.”

“I never liked those wankers. Always acted betta than me.”

“And you are smarter than any of them could ever aspire to be, I assure you.” She praises and begins laying her papers into piles. 

“Fuckin right I am.” He grumbles in agreement but feels the compliment make his chest warm. “You seem to be takin' it well.” He remarks, seeing her put her glasses back on.

“I was well miffed at first. But turns out Spite is an excellent motivator.” She says with an amused smile.

“That it is.” He nods. “And what is it motivatin'?”

“I am going to start my own scholarship.”

“Oh! Lovely idea that.” He nods approvingly. “Total control or no control I always say.”

“You do say that.” She remarks, thumbing through a stack.

“Where exactly ya gonna get the money for such a thing?” He flatly asks. “Ya kinda lost a source of income there dinnit ya?”

“I did but I can manage. I did it because I loved it, not the money.” She shakes her head. “I plan on selling some pieces, then gathering funds from the community in support. I’m going to make it one, especially for Jewish girls. I plan to give Hazel the first.”

“Hazel?”

“The girl that should have gotten the scholarship to begin with. Sweet and inwardly little girl. Bright as the sun and so much promise.”

“And Jewish?”

“And Jewish.” She nods.

“Well, that’s lovey then, yeah?”

“I certainly hope so.” Gen glances over to him. “Lots of paperwork involved in such a thing of course. I’ll have to go by the lawyers later in the week to set it all up. But I’m the meantime I can sell and do private lessons for a price. Perhaps portraits? Be far less time consuming for me anyway.”

“And make a hell of a lot more money.”

“Yes. That as well.” She huffs out a laugh and nods. 

“Where ya gon sell at?”

“Nothing in mind yet. Places. Pieces I do have a few landscapes that are easy sales I believe. Once I had all the legal pieces in place I Was moving onto that next step.”

“How’s about me club?” 

Gen stops and looks up at him. “Really?” She says with narrowed eyes of disbelief.

“Sure. Can be a little coming out party for ya. Invite all those posh cunts and take their money.” He grins.

“You’ll have to come up with a new name for them if we’re going to be asking for money.” She smirks. 

“Eh.” He shrugs. “I just won’t say it to no one's face.” He promises and they share a mutual smile of hopefulness for both endeavors.

——————

His club would be full of what half his usual clientele was on this particular evening. The usual ruffage replaced with the wealthy that Genevieve had invited not only to get money from but to put any rumors to bed about how she might be now since the whispered about incident. It was easy enough to show she wasn’t pregnant, especially in the tight dress she’d chosen. Which was purposeful. 

“I can’t help but feel a bit fat in this.” She mutters, smoothing over her well-rounded hips where she was now carrying most of her weight gain. 

“You’ve gained weight but you look healthy again.” Claire insists. “Which is what you want. You look well fed and cared for. No signs of weakness or poverty.” 

“That’s all well good but what happens when I slap some twat for calling me a cow.” She snaps back.

“Ya first have to get over me slappin’ ya for sayin’ such a thing bout yaself.” Alfie says loudly as he enters the room in his usual dark suit. 

“But I have gained weight.” She insists on her correctness.

“Yes and what of it? Who the fuck cares? Not me. You shouldn’t. Ya look lovely. Gorgeous. Green like money and soft like royalty.” He declares with his hands on her bare arms.

“But I have-“

“Shut your perfect painted mouth love.” He shakes his head and tsks her. “I won’t have you speakin' of yaself in such a way. Not with me round to hear it and not when I’m away, yeah? You are a dream in the flesh, Genny. Always have been, always will be.” He kisses her blushed cheek. 

“Yes, Alfie.” She sighs. 

“I know ya can lie betta than at!” He grins and puts his arms around her in the emerald dress. “You are confident. You are in control.” He says with a squeeze to her. “Now you.” He nods his head forward. 

“I am confident. I am in control.” She tries to put forth some faith in her voice. 

“You will get the money you need tonight and you will charm the pants off everyone.” Claire adds supportively.

“Thanks.” Gen says with her hands resting on Alfies around her. “Last time I tried this it went miserably and I believe it’s getting the best of me.”

“You are a different woman now.” Alfie declares proudly. “I have total faith in you. As should you.” He kisses her cheek and gives her bum a light pat before pulling away. “And you do look stunnin’ love. You know I’d tell ya if I thought otherwise.”

“And I don’t know yet if that’s a blessing or a curse.” She smirks.

“There She is, right?” He laughs and pinches her cheek, smiling proudly.

——

Genevieve did muster up the hutzpah she needed before exiting the car with Alfie opening the door for her. A gentlemanly hand out and waiting patiently as he heard her measured breathing to set herself. When she emerged, she was a fully evolved woman of means who didn’t give a damn about anyone she didn’t deem worthy. 

He loved watching her now, not like he hadn’t before but now in public there was a hardness that wasn’t there before. Even though she was looking for money from these people, she wasn’t kissing any arse. She stone-faced bad, sexist jokes and when turned to see what was wrong with her, Alfie would give them no reaction as well. Solidarity and that. She didn’t clutch her chest and bend and laugh like an angel for them, she spoke clearly and in an informed way like the well-educated businesswoman she was. She wasn’t boozy and lusty and playing up her chest or hair. She wore it pulled back with a lovely bejeweled comb, her dress perfectly tailored and her jewels classic and expensive. She only

wore kitten heels, concealed under the long hem of her gown instead of her usual height giving ones since the healing had left her back a bit worse for wear. But she didn’t look any less put together for it. Alfie rather liked the shorter stature for her as he got to put his arm around her easily and whisper how proud he was of her for not giving in to their expectations of her. Everything was going swimmingly, money being signed over, appointments for teaching sessions filling up on the list. But a woman, for whatever her reasons were, decided to make a spectacle of herself. And Genevieve was happy to oblige her.

“Yes I’m doing very well.” Genevieve nods and gives a polite tone. “The new contracts with Fortnum and Mason as well as a large yield

This season for both honey and fruit. Soon I’ll be adding my hat to the gin game with my high-grade juniper.”

“I heard you got fired from the school.” The wife of the man who was being a gentleman and speaking to both Gen and Alfie equally chirps into the conversation. “So with that monetary loss

You can’t be doing as well.” 

Genevieve narrows her eyes at her but keeps her cool. “I stepped down from the board and quit my teaching position. I was not fired. I didn’t believe in how they were running the school. Since I worked there out of love for the arts and the students, not the money, that is why I am starting my own scholarship and offering lessons. Which is why you are here tonight.” She clarifies.

“Gen has been very hands-on with the building of it, suited the work helps fund that of others. She’ll be having her bat mitzvah soon and with these new business endeavors I could not be more proud.” Alfie adds to help cut the tension

“Thank you darling.”

“Well good thing everything has lined up so well for you both now, yes?” The man gives a polite smile. 

“It is a blessing, surely.” Gen nods graciously. 

“Especially after all that….” the man shakes her head. “All the bad sort of things that transpired for you. Well good that you have recovered so well!”

“Yes, a product of hard work I assure you.”

“Hard work will get you whatever you desire,

I always say.” 

What a capitalist, Gen muses. 

“Rather, suspicious though isn’t it?” The wife turns as if she’s only speaking to her husband.

“Uh...what is dear?”

“Or rather ... convenient that all this happens around this time? right after your supposed incident..”

“Supposed?” Genevieve’s voice shows bite and the man is clearly made uncomfortable by it. 

“Yes if it was so bad you don’t seem to be bothered now.”

“I am a businesswoman. I try not to mix personal and professional.” Alfie could see Gen's eyes dilate and change. He watched her closely with great interest.

“I’d heard no one saw you for months and then you pop back up just fine. Seems like if all that happened like I’ve heard you’d still be at home. Not out working. Like a man.” She shoots her eyes at Alfie who gives her a quirked brow and a snort at the audacity to come after his masculinity. 

“Besides taking care of her when she was first home, my business wasn’t affected.” Alfie speaks in a cold and calculated way. 

“I’m sure it wasn’t.” She looks Alfie up and down. “But funny how this all cleared right up when it was time for you to ask for money. Yes? When you would require others kindness?” The hairs on the back of Genevieve’s neck stand up as he watches her brow lower and her eyes go black. “People in your sort of...business…” she drags out and looks to Alfie for a moment with clear disapproval on her face. “Are known to, shall we say, over-exaggerate the truth? And as I said, awfully coincidental on the timing when you needed people to feel sorry for you.” 

Genevieve moves so fast Alfie doesn’t have time to do much but scoff out a laugh after she has the woman by her neck and against a wall.

Genevieve sinks her nails into the unmarked skin of the woman’s weak throat. Her hand squeezing as she holds her up as sputters, eyes wide showing she didn’t expect to get what was coming her way. 

Gen leans in close, nose to the woman’s cheek and ghosts over her skin and ears as speaks low and slow so only she can hear. The rest of the room falls silent and turns to watch the altercation, disgustingly interested to see if the rumors of Genevieve's ruthlessness were true. 

“The things I went through would’ve killed an ordinary man.” She hisses and the woman kicks her feet. “You would’ve died one day in.” She growls. “If you lasted that long.” She spits venomously. “I owe you nothing. But I will tell you the horrors and trials I have gone through are something that will haunt me for the rest of my life. Torture. Rape. Mental and emotional manipulation. I’ve moved past all of it. My body and mind have healed so I can make a better life for myself. Cunts like you make it so I Have to push forward, be better, be more and prove myself time and time again to make it in this world. You prove nothing with your accusations. Only that you are a weak, soft submissive lemming, a pathetic excuse for a woman for those of us who have known true oppression. A judgemental miserable old hag with nothing better to do than talk about others because you have nothing of any substance to say. You are nothing. You aren’t worth my time. I am only using you as an example. Because I know others think like you. And I will continue to be better than you. To thrive despite your disapproval. To be happy and fulfilled in ways you could never imagine.” She lets go of her throat, her feet full on the floor again as she gasps and holds her neck. “That is my revenge. A life more fruitful and whole than your small mind could ever hope for. And if you ever think to even insinuate that I am a liar again. I will not use just my words against you, you rotted gash.” Genevieve stands like a snake watching its venom take down its prey slowly. 

The woman does not respond. The blood under Gen's nails and the energy around her speak enough. 

The husband looks to Alfie while this all happens, who only shrugs and watches with fully entertained eyes. This old horse got what was coming to her as far as he was concerned. He was only disappointed Genevieve didn’t slap her at the first insult. But this was well worth the wait. 

“If anyone else has any remarks about my abduction and the events around it I suggest you keep them to your fucking self. No self-respecting person would ask someone about such a horrible thing. And they won’t if they want to keep their tongues in their mouths.” She stands tall, proud and strong in the face of all eyes gazing upon her. She speaks from the gut, and only truthfully. She held no question as to who she was in that moment as she boldly met the eyes that stared at her with mixtures of fear and interest. 

Alfie stood as tall and proud as she, solidarity with his love. He gave her an approving nod when she met his eyes across the room. The deep rich brown so black when she tapped into that killer instinct now. This was a power move, strength and control. The restraint but an expression of her feelings showing growth beyond what he could’ve hoped for her. She was truly one of his own now. His warrior queen, his panther wife and hopefully the fearless and just mother to his children one day. He was overtaken with emotion, his heart hard thumping in his chest as she moved back towards him in the crowd like a snake in her green dress. She was brilliant, everything he needed in a companion. She wasn’t taking shit from anyone now, for any reason. Gone through hell and lived, came out the other side stronger and smarter and more ruthless. Same as him. She was a gangster now. Worthy to carry the Solomons’ name. He couldn’t wait to make her his own. 

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The Boy With the Letter(2/3)

Chapter Two:  Their Stares Melt into Oblivion

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S I M O N 

I hear the lunch bell toll and stand up, grabbing Baz’s hand. It’s soft in mine, and his fingers are long. 

B A Z

Simon Snow’s hand is rough with callouses. I might just die here. 

S I M O N

“Ready for gov?” I say, tugging Baz along. 

I feel people’s stares on us, much more than usual now. Instead of us sitting as far away as possible, we sit together, right in the middle of the classroom. 

Penny in front of us coughs and I see her nod her head towards the door. Agatha is standing there, staring at us. I feel Baz rest his head on my shoulder, and I lean towards him too. 

Other than the occasional bump to the side Baz is on, nothing eventful happens. Miss Posslibef drones on, and I jot down next to nothing, except a few words and doodles on a separate page. 

The lecture ends soon enough, and I walk Baz to his next class. He’s being oddly quiet. 

“You alright, love?” I ask, rubbing my thumb on the back of his hand. Baz sputters for a second and then regains composer as if nothing ever happened. “What was that? Am I that bad at the whole romance thing?”

“No, it just caught me by surprise. I’ll see you at dinner then, Snow.”

“Alright,” I nod, and catch up to Penny I see a ways away. “Pen!”

“Hey Si! I can’t believe your plan is actually working. A lotta people came up to me to ask what was going on, actually.” Penny and I slip into an easy rhythm as we walk to physics. 

“Baz has been really quiet, and so I asked him what was up and he, like, choked on his own spit. It was weird.”

“Probably because you’ve never said anything like that to him,” she shrugs nonchalantly. 

“Yeah, maybe.”

“What are you gonna say when Agatha asks?”

“Dunno. That we’re in love now?”

Penny glances backward. “Well, there’s your chance now.” 

“Simon,” Agatha says, prettily as ever. “What’s with you and Baz?”

“Oh...well we’re together now.”

“How? You hate each other.”

“I thought so too, but I mistook love for hatred,” I shrug. Agatha looks at me like she can’t believe what she’s hearing and shakes her head.

“Don’t pull Baz in your mess like you did to me,” she says finally.

“Is that how you feel?”

“Yes. I don’t want him to get hurt because of your recklessness.”

“I’d never let anything happen to him!”

“You let something happen to me,” she sighs, and walks into the classroom.

By dinner time, at least everyone knows that Baz and I are together. He sits at our table, and I hand him a folded square of paper. “Good job,” I say, “Aggie looks like she’s seething.”

B A Z

Something in me is excited to hear Snow tell me that I’m doing a good job. But then a small, evil part of me reminds me that it’s all fake, and I frown at the thought. Snow nudges my side. 

“Everything all right?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t it be?” he shrugs in response, and goes back to devouring his meal. 

I flip Snow’s folded note between my fingers. Knowing him, he probably drew a smiley face on it or something of the nature. I shove it in my pocket and actually look around the dining hall for once. While no one is staring at us any more, I see occasional glances and hear hushed whispers. Wellbelove catches my eye, sitting the farthest away from anyone. She raises a slim brow and stares at me with a look I cannot read. I press my side into Snow’s and I feel him wrap an arm around my waist. 

And of course, I try not to melt. I debate whether telling him to piss off, but I’m too happy to care. 

“You guys are actually quite cute together,” Penny remarks, “I wonder how long this will last, hmm?”

I look at Snow for an answer, but he doesn’t provide one. Instead, he tells Bunce he’s gonna tuck in early and drags me up with him. 

“What’s the deal, Snow, I was going to finish my meal you know.”

“We both know you weren’t going to,” he chuckles. “I didn’t want Agatha to be eyeing up my man’s s’all.”

I nod, like I hear it every day, and our walk back to Mummer’s House is silent. He had let go of my hand a while ago, and I miss the warmth next to my coldness. 

At the room, he falls asleep early. The open window tonight brings a chill to the room. I turn on my side, and I can see Snow’s chest rise and fall with every breath he takes. My mind wanders back to Bunce’s earlier question, and I wonder the same. How long will we last? How long will I, as a gay vampire, last?

It’s a question for another day, I ultimately decide, and fall asleep. 

S I M O N

It’s hard to believe that our little facade has been going on for a few months now. 

“I think it’s ought to be time to end this wouldn’t you say, Snow?”

“What? Don’t we still have to go to your family's party?”

“I think Wellbelove is plenty jealous,” I say, not noting if it was for me or him. “Besides, the old families pretty much know now.”

“I think you’re just scared, Baz,” I scoff.

Baz shoves past me. To the catacombs maybe. 

I don’t see him again until dinnertime. This time, however, he’s with Agatha, and I feel a suspicious burn in the pit of my stomach. 

She’s twirling a strand of hair between her thumb and forefinger and looking up at him with those grey-blue doe like eyes. Baz nods, and gives her a smile. I stab a fork into my mashed potatoes and ignore him when he sits down next to me.

“Uh oh, a couple fight already?” Penny chortles.

“No, not really. We just can’t seem to agree on the time we should go to the party the old families are hosting,” he says.

“Yeah I want to be on time, and he wants to be 15 minutes late. It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“It’s called being fashionably late, Snow.”

“We can all come together, if it makes you feel better,” Penny says. “Our family was invited for some reason, and my plus one is Agatha. Since I miss one of my best friends and all.”

My eyes widen a bit. “That sounds good. Do you agree, Baz?”

“It’s fine.”

[aggieo]

of all the things i’ve lost—

i miss my mind the most

It is a strange thing, once the thing you were born for finally happens. These were the moments Aggie O’Connell’s life was centered on--the training, the interview, the launch. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to feel--the giddiness was there, sure. Maybe a touch of nerves. But not really. This was a forgone conclusion, the beginning of the rest of her life, her greatest moment, about to be over, in a few days time.

 Her mind did go back to Caesar’s question--what will you do once you win?

How does this end? 

When she imagined winning, it was just Bada’s smile that was concrete. Bada’s smile, Bada clapping her hard against the back, telling her what a good job she had done, how she knew Aggie had it in her.

 Bada had never such a thing before, but she would say it once Aggie won. There would be nothing else to say. 

Aggie laughs as her eyes adjust to the arena, indoors and bright and colorful. Her cackle echoes throughout the chambers of whatever it was they called this place--shopping mall? The only other noise being the girl shouting directions to the blind one, which was even funnier than the scrunchies and fanny packs. Why on Earth would you ally with the dead-meat that was a blind tribute? Sentimentality was a curse. 

She’s jittery, shaking out her entire body with impatience. She wants to get started, wants to jump off this platform now and get to the bloody bits. She wouldn’t have been able to keep her footing on there if it weren’t a matter of life and death. 

FivefourthreetwooneFINALLY!

So it begins. There’s a mad dash to the Cornucorpia, but Aggie is fast. She’s one of the first to slide into the Cornucorpia, her shiny shoes squealing as she slips across the equally-shiny floor. It’s all happening so fast and it’s all so fun and she’s ripping through bags, looking for her whip when she sees the District Six boy sneaking around in the corner of her eye. The whip could wait. Time for doing what she was born to do.

 Aggie pounces on him, both their bodies clattering to the floor with harsh thuds. It was only then that it occurred to Aggie that it would have been smart to grab some sort of weapon, but she only dwelled on that for a moment--she had two weapons at the end of her arms, anyway. 

And she’s off, grabbing his head and smashing it against the mall floor, once, twice, thrice, but he’s a toughie, struggling against weight, thrashing his body, trying to buck the smaller girl off of him. She’s about to jam her fingers into his eyes when Ronni comes on the scene, getting between the two of them as Aggie is pushed to the side, landing a few feet away.

She’s pissed but not surprised, watching for a moment as Ronni fights the boy for the bag he has in his hand, but the boy is still thrashing, and Ronni doesn’t have a weapon yet, either. Six manages to find his way out from under Ronni, but it’s useless. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, Aggie is waiting for the kill as soon as he’s far enough from Ronni.

 She gets him from the back now, wrapping her arms around him in a choke-hold until he falls to his knees, at which point, Aggie does something stupid dangerous. 

She sticks her hand into his mouth, pushing up so he can’t immediately crush her fingers underneath his teeth. Using her full body weight, she throws all her weight backwards, stretching his jaw father and farther until she feels muscles snap, bones crack, until the flesh of his neck rips and the boy gives one last scream and his head is gone. Or rather, in Aggie’s hand. 

HUH.

 So that’s how death felt. Bada forgot to describe it in great detail, Aggie realized. This feeling was new. Seeing the the distorted, surprised, desperate look on the boy’s face, the way she wanted to throw the head as far as she could, kick his body just so she could be sure, really sure he was dead. She’s frozen for a moment, then her body is overcome with the shaking of laughter.

Cool!

She tosses his head unceremoniously to the side, not even bothering to look as it rolls across the slick floor. Still cackling, she rips open the bag like it’s a birthday present. Not a whip, but still a weapon, thank god. Bow and arrows. Maybe she could switch it with Goldie. Or drive it through her eye as she slept (“Noooo, I have no idea how that got into her eye! Maybe it fell from the sky! Those tricky gamemakers!”). 

She slung the bow around her back, looking up to see her allies are nowhere in her direct line of sight. Shit! Aggie thought, jumping up to her feet and beginning to take long running strides closer to the Cornucopia. Six’s blood had formed a sizable puddle around her at that point, she nearly slipped into it was she left. 

It certainly stained her shoes.