They spent the whole day together. They got along and had a great time. They complimented each other, they shared multiple moments. He basically asked her out on a date and he forgot to get her number.
Of course he has her email and could easily contact her through there. But you can’t exactly ask someone out on a date through email.
“Not a date,” Jughead reminds himself. They had just met, and barely knew each other. He just wanted to repay her, just two friends casually getting a meal together.
He could also get the number from Archie. But that would mean having to talk to Archie, having to explain to him why he needs the number in the first place, and Jughead would never do that.
For the next few days Jughead tries not to sulk about it, just tries to focus on work and editing the photos in his free time. They’re all amazing, and he still can’t believe how lucky he is that Betty responded to the ad. He barely has to edit the pictures, mainly just fixing the background and a few filters here and there. If he stares a bit too long at a few of his favorites, then that’s his business.
On Wednesday he meets with Professor Reynolds, the professor that he’s been working with. He took her photography class last semester, and she connected him with an internship because of how impressed she was. She was the one that asked for his portfolio, which consisted of photos from his shoot with Betty and a some old works he has done over the past few years.
When he gets back from his meeting, Archie appears to be missing. If Jughead had a guess, he’d say he is either at the gym or with Veronica, but he’s leaning towards the latter. He assumes his friend won’t be back for a while, so he settles onto the couch and takes his laptop out of his messenger bag. He’s been thinking about Betty since she left and he’s driving himself crazy with the fact that he didn’t get her number. He’s so desperate that he decides to send her a quick email, simply mentioning that he neglected to get her number before she left, and that he’s hoping she is free Friday evening so he can repay her in dinner. It’s a simple few sentence email, completely harmless, yet Jughead still hesitates before sending it. He’s still afraid of coming on too strong, and he reads it over about three times to ensure that he’s not. His cursor hovers over the send button, taunting him, and he can almost hear Archie’s voice telling him to press send. Working up some courage, he presses the button and shuts the laptop, deciding to leave it be until he absolutely needs it. He just hopes he gets a response from her.
“How can someone have absolutely no social media! It’s 2017!” Betty hears Veronica yell from the kitchen. Curious, she walks in to find Veronica leaning over the breakfast bar, Archie sitting next to her peeling a banana.
“Um, what’s going on in here?” Betty asks cautiously, lingering in the archway. Veronica doesn’t answer, furiously typing on her phone, but Archie looks up at her and smiles.
“Oh, hey Betty! How’s it going?” he asks, taking a bite of the banana. Betty steps further into the kitchen, pulling the stool out across from Veronica and sitting down.
“Um, pretty good, yeah. What’s all the yelling about?” When Betty asks this, Veronica slams her phone down and looks up at her with wide, frantic eyes.
“Jughead Jones has no social media whatsoever!” She yells too loudly. Betty and Archie both wince and make eye contact with each other, both deciding not to say anything and let Veronica continue. “I don’t understand how that is possible. It is the 21st century, everyone has at least one kind of social media account! But not Jughead Jones apparently!”
Betty clears her throat slightly, bringing her hands together on top of the counter. “Um, why does that matter?”
“Because, Betty, you didn’t get his number and you need to get in touch with him somehow!” Veronica exclaims incredulously. Betty sees a hint of a smirk on Archie’s lips, but she shakes her head.
“I don’t know why you’re so concerned about this, V. I already told you it’s not a date,” Betty tells her. This spikes Archie’s interest apparently, causing him to look curiously between them.
“Wait, what’s not a date?” he asks. Betty looks at him, trying to see if he genuinely doesn’t know or if he’s just lying, but she can’t tell.
“Your dear friend Jughead asked our little Betty here on a date, but they never exchanged numbers so they haven’t spoken all week! I tried looking on every single platform and there is absolutely no sign of him. It’s like he doesn’t even exist,” Veronica exclaims. Archie finishes off his banana, shrugging as he throws it away in the garbage.
“He’s just not that kind of person, I guess. He’s private,” Archie shrugs. He sits back down beside Veronica, who just stares at him.
“What do you mean private?” Betty asks this time, leaning her elbows on the table top. Archie looks at her, mouth opening slightly to say something but then he stops himself, furrowing his eyebrows. The two girls watch him curiously, waiting for him to finally answer.
Ootd, because I went thrift shopping with my grandmother today! ^_^ I got some cute stuff. 2 books (on Phantom of the Opera record book, and one “Faces” book about Japan), 2 decor boxes (one periwinkle sheer organza with periwinkle and white dotted ribbon, and one floral pink), off white vintage lacey collar, robin’s egg blue belt, “Paws for the cause” lavender bracelet, silver bow necklace, “Yummy” pink button pin, light weight pink blouse, and floral pink ruffled edge cardigan. Then, not pictured because it’s wrapped is a porcelain carousel horse music box. <3
Seifuku~ Plus Cutie
Jacket~ Lane Bryant
Stockings~ Kawaii Goods
Sailor Moon bracelet~ Hot Topic
Star ring~ Cute Can Kill
Everything else~ Offbrand/Storenvy/Etsy/Street Market/etc.
I LOVE PUNK!PERCY AND THIS IS SO PERFECT FOR HIM!! Here you go, @itsaishuuu !
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Annabeth Chase walks confidently, quietly, and quickly down the empty hall, ready, as always, for the day before her. She shifts her textbooks from her right hand to her left, smoothing her newly freed hand down her perfectly curled hair. She sits in front of the lockers by her first period class, thirty minutes early, and pulls out her homework for tonight, intently focused on her advanced class work.
Her focus is the same reason that she doesn’t realize the presence of the black combat boots in front of her. That is, doesn’t realize it until the boots have tapped her textbook, and a deep voice clears his throat.
“Yes?” Annabeth asks, annoyed. She shifts her book away from the offending boot, but doesn’t look up yet.
“You’re in my way.” The voice is gruff, deep, but has an undeniable edge to it that sends a shiver down Annabeth’s spine. For the first time, Annabeth looks up at the perpetrator, her eyes meeting a startling green she hadn’t seen many times before.
“Percy Jackson,” she says carefully. Her voice is small, but sure. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
He narrows his eyes at her, scanning her from her sweet princess curls to her neat, light pink button down blouse, to her perfectly pleated charcoal grey skirt. “You’re in,” he says, “my way.”
Percy gestures to his locker, right above her head. Annabeth scrunches her eyebrows at him, but moves to gather her books anyway. Apparently, though, she takes too much time. Percy rolls his eyes, stepping closer to her, and Annabeth’s heart skips a beat, more from surprise than anything else, according to her.
Suddenly, Percy’s bare knee, courtesy of his ripped black jeans, is by her shoulder, brushing against her arm. Annabeth makes a surprised squeak, resulting in a chuckle that does not make Annabeth squirm, and she looks up at him as he impatiently opens his locker door. Only to be faced with Percy’s crotch being way too close to her face, Annabeth sputters before fixing a glare in her eyes.
She scrambles quickly to her feet, banging her head on his now open locker with a loud thud, and stands to Percy’s right, behind his locker door. Percy very casually, very slowly grabs one book from his locker, then closes the door and turns to face a very angry Annabeth.
For the first time that morning, and obviously her entire life, Annabeth really looks at Percy. His black combat boots (that had assaulted her math text) covered the ends of his ripped, black, skinny jeans (that had assaulted her eyes), which led upwards to black American Psycho t-shirt and a leather jacket. All helping to create one Percy Jackson; who currently stands in front of her, a smirk on his face, a cocky look in his eyes.
“Enjoying the view?”
Annabeth’s blood surges, angry at this boy for being so, just… rude. She opens her mouth to say something to him (hopefully to tell him off, probably to say something unintelligible), but her head goes dizzy. Standing up quickly and hitting her head on his locker must’ve been a little much for her.
“I-” she starts, trying to focus her mind and her words and her glare. “I… You… And…”
But then the blood pounding through her ears is too much, and her vision goes black.
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Annabeth wakes only a minute later. The hallway is still mostly empty, and no one’s around her. That is… No one and nothing except for the arms she finds wrapped around her waist.
She moves to stand up again, to get away from the suspicious arms holding her suspiciously close, but they firmly pull her back down again.
“Easy,” Percy says, guiding her back down. She settles once again in his lap, left with little choice to do otherwise.
“What just happened? What did you do to me?” Her voice is cautious, and she meets Percy’s sea green eyes with a look of apprehension.
“You fainted… straight into my arms,” he says. “You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
Percy still, oddly enough, won’t let her stand back up, but lets her at least sit up enough so her back is half against the lockers, and half against his chest.
“Yeah, right, Percy.” She doesn’t give him a lot to go on, conversation wise, so they stay quiet for a few seconds, Percy wondering what to do now, Annabeth trying to make herself less awkward.
“Is that even your real name? Percy? Is it short for something?”
He stays silent, so Annabeth thinks.
“Percival?” She tries.
He laughs. She smirks.
He scrunches up his eyebrows and shakes his head vigorously.
He attempts a chuckle, but looks away. His arms tighten reflexively around Annabeth, and she knows.
“Ooh, so that’s it. Look at that, Perseus Jackson, afraid for me to use his real name.”
Percy rolls his eyes and stands up, dropping Annabeth unceremoniously on the floor.
“Let me know next time you need someone to catch you,” he says. “I’ll know where not to be.” He smirks at her, punctuating his declaration with “bye,” and then he walks down the hall. Just like that.
Annabeth can’t complain, though. She gathers her books and tucks her hair behind her ear, thinking that this just might not be the last she sees of Perseus Jackson.
Genre: Romance/Drama/Slice-of-life Setting: Modern day AU Rating: M Main Pairing: RivaMika Other Pairings: JeanKasa (temporary), EreAni (established), EruHan (established)
A/N: FYI the JeanKasa romance in this story will be well written and well rounded, no half ass thing cuz I otp Rivamika that’s not how I work. I love all the chars so I give them all justice. But yes it is a temporary paring in this story.
A/N: This story was inspired from an idea Ariam-Jan had that she based off a movie. As you might guess, the concept of this plot has changed tremendously down the line; especially when it gets in my hands. (Cuz I love changing everything.) This story deals with a theme that is extremely relatable to me, and that I’ve always wanted to explore properly through writing. Usually, I like to write with some kind of purpose, and express a sort of meaning/lesson, or just a theme/fact in life. I believe that in doing so fulfills who I am as a writer, and shares a bit of myself with the rest of the world. Well anyways I’m getting all sappy and I apologize. Just enjoy <3
Love and War A Shingeki no Kyojin Fanfiction
Chapter 1: Mikasa’s Secret
Divorce is a declaration of war. A war in which there is no victor, there is no loser. Only causalities. However, there is always a need to label the victim and the villain. There is a need to claim a victory over the defeated. Whether done in peace, done in chaos, a divorce is always solemn; ushering in like an executioner to carry on the sentence.
It is isn’t bad, nor is it good... – Levi was sitting alone in his apartment late afternoon as he drank from a delicate china cup to counteract the urge to drink coffee.
He was tired from work in the ad firm and tired of Mikasa’s absence. He had gotten into yet another massive argument with his wife of two years.
Somehow, January in Los Angeles wasn’t cold at all. On the contrary, it was hot. It didn’t surprise you at all because it was SoCal and it always seemed like summer here. Benedict seemed to be enjoying the weather ever since the two of you got here three weeks ago. There was no complaint on your part because you had missed LA and were excited to be back for a bit.
Title: Like Father Like Daughter Genre: Fairy Tail One Shot Pairings: Nalu, Gruvia Word Count: 2138 Summary: Nashi gets into a fight at school with a certain rival and needs her parents to bail her out. High School AU, Natsu!Dad, Lucy!Mom.
Hey! I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything so here’s a one-shot! I had this idea stuck in my head and wanted to get it on paper, or err on the internet I guess. Not my best and I suck at summaries but please read! I laughed a bit at my own jokes so hopefully you guys will get a laugh too! Comments are greatly appreciated! ~CelestialSpiritQueen
The smell of chocolate chip cookies wafted through the small house as a blonde haired woman bent down in front of the oven, poking a toothpick into one of the cookies. Pulling it out and finding that the cookies were done she smiled and used an oven mitt to pull out the burning tray so that the cookies could cool. Satisfied, she dusted any crumbs off of her apron. “I thought I smelled something yummy!” Natsu snuck up behind her, snagging a cookie. “Careful! It’s…hot…” Lucy hadn’t been able to finish as he shoved the entire treat into his mouth without flinching. She forgot how heat never seemed to be an issue with him. “Perfect! I swear they taste better every time you make them,” the pinkette flashed her his signature grin, swiping his tongue over his lips to get every last crumb. Lucy gave him one of her looks, the one with her eyebrow quirked up, a knowing smirk on her face and her hand on her hip. “You are just saying that because you want me to make more cookies,” she untied her apron and smacked him with it playfully, laughing as he made a scene about him being hurt from her cruelty. Unfortunately their theatrics were cut short as the phone rang, the shrill tone causing Lucy to reach the phone first and answer. “Hello? Yes, this is her…wait what?!…yes…I understand…We’ll be right there…thank you…” she sighed, pressing the red button to end the call. Before Natsu could ask, she leaned against the counter. “We have to go to the school. Nashi got into a fight. A pause…”Did she win?” was the first thing out of his mouth. “Your daughter was in a fight at school and that’s the first thing you are going to ask?!” Lucy smacked him upside of the head, only feeling slightly bad as he yelped and rubbed the spot where he was hit. “Sorry…” Natsu mumbled under his breath, not meeting her eyes. “You better be,” Lucy grumbled, searching for her purse and keys. “Let’s get going and get this over with,” the blonde mother took his hand, leading him out to the car while Natsu was already turning green as he stared at the vehicle. “Is the school walkable distance?” “Are you freaking serious?! A whole week suspension??? This is not fair at all!” Nashi bristled, her arms crossed over her chest which was not yet near the size of her mother’s at all. Her brown eyes were narrowed in fury, casting a glare at the boy holding an ice pack to his jaw. “And he gets away with nothing?” she jabbed her thumb over to the boy. “Nashi, you hit him, he didn’t hit you back,” a woman with a long mane of pale blonde hair answered from behind a large oak desk. She wore a light pink blouse, looking all proper as she tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “You know the school policy.” “Well maybe the rule should be changed,” the young teenager snapped in return as she paced the room. “I need a lawyer.” “I guess your parents will have to do,” Principal Vermillion sighed softly. This was her least favorite part of the job, punishing her students. That’s why she usually had Miss Scarlet deal with the punishments but she was busy at the moment. “Not like your parents could afford a lawyer,” the black haired boy piped up, snickering from his seat. Ignoring the sting from the remark, Nashi clenched her fists at her side, trying to keep her temper under control. “Shut up droopy eyes! You don’t know what you are talking about!” she snapped. Oh how she wished she could add more bruises to his face. That would show him… “Enough! Both of you! Stop acting like children and start behaving like the young adults you are!” the principal snapped, causing both students to instantly shut up. Principal Vermillion was usually a soft spoken person but something told them that they did not want to make her mad. “Yes m’am…” Nashi and they boy, Silver, mumbled in unison, fidgeting in their seats as they waited for their parents to arrive. That’s when the real fun would start. ~ ~ ~
“Now whatever you do, do NOT cause a scene!” Lucy instructed as she and her husband walked up the steps of Magnolia High together. “We can’t change what her punishment is. The only reason we are going is so we can listen to whoever is in charge of discipline explain what happened and take Nashi home,” the blonde reminded him. She smoothed down her hair as they walked inside, her hair going to just above her shoulders. She had cut it not long after Nashi had been born, long hair really was too much of a hassle when she had a baby to take care of and it was still a cute look. “Yeah yeah I know Mom,” Natsu rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his skinny jean pockets. Despite the slight chill to the air he only wore a tee shirt but Lucy didn’t question it. She was used to it by now. “What do you expect me to do? Start beating up on the principal or somethin?” he snorted. “Have a little faith in me Luce.” Blushing, Lucy cast him a sheepish smile as the breeze blew her skirt around her legs. “Sorry I’m just nervous, you know I don’t really think you will do any of that.” “I do know,” he pecked her cheek. “Now let’s go break out Nashi from this prison!” “Natsu this is a high school.” “What’s the difference?” ~ ~ ~
The door to the office opened, Nashi perking up when she saw her parents. Though once she saw her mother’s cold glare she shrank back into her seat. Not only was she in trouble from the school but also from her parents, or really her mother it seemed. Her father didn’t seem too upset as he gave her a wave. “Thank you for coming on such short notice Mr. and Mrs. Dragneel,” the woman behind the desk stood, extending her hand. From behind the desk she looked imposing but she was a really petite woman. “I’m sorry we had meet this way,” Lucy shook her hand as did Natsu before they both took a seat beside their daughter as the principal explained everything from what happened to her punishment. “Do you have anything to say for yourself young lady?” the blonde mother turned on her daughter. “I was defending myself!” Nashi stood up abruptly. “He was calling my hair stupid and saying things about my family that I couldn’t stand for!” Natsu nodded in agreement. “I’d say that is a good enough reason to punch him,” he turned his glare over to Silver who was still sitting in a chair, waiting for his own parents to arrive. “You wanna say that my hair is stupid, huh buddy?” he challenged, his slanted eyes narrowing. Silver rolled his eyes and turned in his chair, glaring out the window. “Even though you may think that Mr. Dragneel, it is in the student handbook-” “To hell with the handbook. I care about the situation at hand not what some stupid book orders you to do,” Natsu stood up, a defiant look burning in his eyes. “Every situation is different. Sure if some kid punches another just for, pardon my language, shits and giggles give him a suspension, but if someone does it to stop being harassed then something needs to change.” The room remained silent for a few seconds but before anyone could utter a word in response the door opened up again revealing another couple, a curvy woman with light blue hair and a man with black hair that seemed to shine blue in certain lights. Silver sat up a bit in his chair seeing his parents and soon his mother was all over him, hugging him close and examining his bruised cheek. “Oh my poor baby~” she cooed. “I’m so sorry this happened but don’t you worry, Mommy is going to make this all better!” “Mom…kind of hugging me to death,” the teenage boy grunted as he tried to breathe. Juvia loosened her grip but didn’t let go of him as she continued stroking his hair. Most kids would be embarrassed but Silver was used to being smothered by his mother to bother caring. “Gray…” Natsu glared at the other man, his arms crossed over his chest as he tried to appear taller than he really was. “Natsu…” the man who Natsu called Gray matched his look right back. “Oh so you two know each other?” Principal Vermillion laughed nervously, her gaze flickering between the two. “At least that leaves introductions out the window.” “Can I throw him out of the window with it?” Natsu jabbed a finger over to Gray who snorted, rolling his eyes. “I’d like to see you try!” Gray snapped back, the two ready to brawl there and then but thankfully their wives pulled them away from each other and calmed them down. “It’s not worth it,” Lucy squeezed his arm gently as he sat back down in his seat beside her though he was still bristling with anger. “Anyways we seem to have heard Nashi’s take on it, now let’s hear Silver’s…” the principal redirected the conversation. Silver sat up a bit more, trying to play it off cool and innocent. “I just made a comment how it was kinda weird to have natural pink hair. I thought she was lying when she refused that it was dyed,” he shrugged. “She just got mad and punched me.” Nashi scoffed but didn’t say anything, probably due to the look her mother gave her. “How awful!” Juvia hugged her son again, kissing his bruise. “She must be punished for hurting my son! I want justice!” “He hurt me just as much in words as I did in a single punch!” Nashi couldn’t contain herself any longer. Soon chaos erupted, the noise gradually increasing until… “ALL OF YOU BE QUIET AND LISTEN TO ME!” Everyone listened as Mavis stood at her desk, her chest heaving in frustration. Realizing that all eyes were on her she straightened, composing herself. “My punishment is final. Nashi and Silver will both receive one week of out of school suspension.” “Why me? What did I do?!” Silver gripped the edge of his seat so he didn’t jump back up. “You were harassing Nashi, another form of bullying which I do not tolerate,” the petite woman narrowed her emerald green eyes dangerously at the boy. “Now all of you, you are dismissed.” She practically kicked them out of the room as she massaged her temples. Nashi and Silver exchanged glares before going off with their respective families. “So Dad…” she started, knowing he would be more on her side. “I’m not grounded right?” “Of course not!” he bellowed out a laugh. “You defended yourself against a jerk, a family rival even! Though…it’s also up to your mother,” he glanced over at his wife. Seeing the two pinkettes giving her puppy dog eyes, Lucy shook her head and chuckled. “No you aren’t grounded. I agree with your father with you standing up for yourself, but…” she smirked a bit. “You will have to help out with chores while you are stuck at home.” “Awww Moooooommmm,” Nashi whined, pouting but went quite after receiving another one of…the looks from her mother. “I mean I am so excited to help you Mom! I know you work so hard and I love you so much.” She hugged her arm to prove her love. “Much better,” Lucy chuckled softly, kissing the top of her daughter’s head. “I’m not mad at you by the way. I probably would have done the same thing and I know your father would have.” “Hell yeah I would!” Natsu fist bumped the air. “And I’ve meaning to ask Nash, was it a right hook or…” the two proceeded to talk about different fighting techniques while Lucy listened, a loving smile. It was crazy how alike the two were, and not just their looks. How they both had that mischievous smile, always ready to fight for what they believe in, their passion for protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves, the list could go on. “We are going to be seeing the principal a lot aren’t we?” Lucy mused to herself so softly that the other two couldn’t hear. “And the town could barely handle one Natsu Dragneel…”
Summary: (Y/N) is running from her family problems and the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is there to save her. Will she every full escape her family ties, or will they catch up to her and further entwine her life with the life of the the masked vigilante.
A/N: I really want to say I’ll finish this before the second season comes out, but I don’t want to make any promises I don’t know I can keep.
I sat at the small kitchen table watching Claire run around the apartment getting ready to go to work.
It had been almost a week since the incident. Since the man in the mask saved me. I had spent the majority of that night talking with Claire and explaining to her my situation.
“You have a very interesting friend,” I tell Claire.
“Interesting,” she chuckles, “that’s an interesting way to describe him.”
“How did you get wrapped up with the vigilantly running around Hell’s Kitchen saving people?”
“I saved him from dying in a dumpster,” she said running her fingers through her hair tiredly. “Why were you being chased down an alley (Y/N),” Claire asked me.
“I was running away from my problems,” I tell her.
“That doesn’t explain why you were being chased,” she frowns.
“I can’t…I can’t get you involved with something you won’t understand,” I say hoping she wouldn’t push for more.
After a long moment of silence she finally spoke.
“What are your plans for now,” she asks. “I mean you do have a plan right?”
“No,” I mutter. “I don’t. I just needed to get out of there. I took what I could and when I had the chance I made a run for it. Where is my bag by the way,” I ask. “I had a backpack.”
“It’s by the front door,” she says pointing to where my bag was.
I sighed in relief when my eyes fell on it.
“Claire I know I am no position to ask, but I need a favor,” I turn to her.
She doesn’t say anything, just waits for me to ask for the favor.
“I know we just met, but can I stay here,” I ask her. “Just for a few days. Until I figure out what I am doing next.”
She frowns at me.
“I have money,” I quickly say. “I can help pay for rent, buy groceries, anything. I just need some time to plan my next move.”
“I don’t know (Y/N),” she sighs.
“Fine,” she says shaking her head. “I only have one bed, but the couch can be pulled out into a bed.”
“Thank you Claire,” I smile. “I promise you won’t regret this.”
“I’ll go get you some blankets and a pillow,” she says standing up and walking down the hallway.
I stand up ignoring my spinning head and walk toward the front door to grab my bag. Once it is in my hand I walk back to the couch and set it down next to me.
I hear Claire shuffling around down the hall as I pull down the bag’s zipper.
On top was a spare change of clothes, and a few toiletries. Deeper inside was a brown paper bag. Inside of it was the money I had taken before I ran. I stuck my hand in to the very bottom and pulled out a picture.
It was the last picture ever taken of my mother before she passed away when I was in my last year of high school.
People had always told me I looked like her, and I agreed to some extent. We had the same hair color, the same laugh, even the same smile. The way people were wrong was in that they didn’t see that her hair was always shinier, her laugh was more joyful, and her smile was brighter than mine.
“I have a double shift today,” Claire tells me grabbing the cup of coffee I had made her. “So I’ll be home late.”
“I’ll leave a plate of food in the fridge for you to heat up in the microwave later,” I tell her as she chugs down the coffee.
“What are you doing today,” she asks setting down the empty cup in the sink.
“I have an interview with that law firm I was telling you about,” I say smiling. I had finally made a plan for my life and the first step was to get a job.
“Good luck,” Claire says grabbing her bag. “Tell me how it goes later.
Claire and I had become instant friends. After she moved past the fear of me killing her while she slept.
I looked at the clock hanging on the wall and saw I had about an hour left before my interview.
Stuffing the remaining piece of my now cold poptart in my mouth I rushed to the bathroom to get ready.
The job I was interviewing was for an assistant position. I had received my bachelor’s degree in criminal justice and now that I couldn’t rely on my father’s money to put me through grad school I had no way to pay for law school.
I looked at myself over in the full-length mirror. Claire had lent me the clothes. I had planned to go out and buy the outfit myself with the money I had, but Claire offered me her closet after I gave her one month’s rent in advance leaving me almost penniless.
The black pencil skirt was long enough to fit interview dress code and the matching blazer was to long from the sleeves for me to wear, so a long sleeve light pink blouse would have to do. Unfortunately Clair and I did not have the same shoe size. The simple black pumps I was wearing were brand new and cost too much for me to not get this job.
I grabbed my folder with all my information and walked out the apartment.
The walk to the law firm was longer than I thought. About a block away from the building I was already staggering in the new heals.
When I stood in front of the large building I took a deep breath before walking in.
“Hello, how can I help you,” the receptionist at the front asked me as I was walking in.
“I have a job interview with attorney Henry Clark,” I told her.
“Name,” she asked looking on the computer screen in front of her.
I hesitated before answering and gave her my first name and my mother’s maiden name. It was safer this way. It would be harder for any one who knew my father to recognize me.
It wasn’t widely known that Wilson Fisk had a daughter.
She typed on the keys before turning to look back at me. “He is waiting for you. If you would please follow me.”
I nodded and followed her down the hall.
She knocked twice on the open door before stepping in and announcing my purpose for being there.
“Please take a seat miss,” the man sitting behind the desk said.
I did and waited for him to talk.
“Why do you want this job,” he asked leaning forward on his desk and placing his crossed arms on it.
“Because I think it would be a great opportunity for me to learn hands on what it is like in a law firm before I go into grad school,” I tell him not mentioning the part about needing the money.
“I see here you graduated with a bachelor’s in criminal justice, why are you not going directly into grad school?”
“As I said before, I wanted to see what it was like to work at a law firm first, then I would have a better understanding of law school,” I say with a smile.
“So you aren’t decided on your career,” he frowns.
“Yes I am,” I tell him. “I just wanted some hands on experience before enrolling.”
“I’m sorry Miss, but unfortunately I don’t think you are the right person for this position,” Mr. Clark says leaning back on his chair.
I wanted to yell, but I held myself back. “May I ask why,” I ask as calmly as possible.
“I can’t have an assistant who is unsure of her future taking care of my work,” he sighs.
I held back the argument on the tip of my tongue.
“Please sir I need this job,” I say trying not to sound desperate.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve made my decision,” he sighs.
“It’s money,” I quickly say. “The reason I haven’t started grad school is because I can’t afford it.”
He stares at me for a long moment before grapping a pen and a piece of paper and jotting something down.
“I was serious when I said I made my decision,” he says. “This is a direction to a law firm that just opened a few blocks away I’m sure they could use an assistant. I owe one of the partners there a favor. Tell them I sent you.”
“Thank you so much Mr. Clark, “ I say taking the piece of paper he handed me. The direction was written in bad handwriting, but I was still able to read it.
I tell him goodbye and walk out the door. Halfway down the hall I hear him yelling something at me.
“Make sure you tell Murdock we are even after this,” he yells before slamming the door to his office.
There was no sign outside the building showing that there was a law office inside the old building. I read and re-read the paper in my hands to make sure I was at the right direction before wobbling up the stairs in my death heals.
I stopped in front of a door with a hand written sign.
‘Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys at Law’ it read.
I knocked on the door not knowing what to expect.
I heard voices on the other side of the closed door and footsteps coming closer before the door was swung open.
“Welcome to Nelson and Murdock mam, I am Nelson and my partner is Murdock,” a man answered the door. “How may we be of your assistance?”
“Hello, I’m (Y/N),” I introduced myself extending my hand to shake his. “I was sent here by Henry Clark. He said you needed an assistant.”
He tilted his head to the side thinking before tuning to yell over his shoulder. “Hey Matt did you tell Clark we were looking for an assistant?”
“Not that I recall,” a deep voice came from somewhere in the office. There was tapping that grew closer before a man wearing dark round glasses appeared in the doorway.
“I’m sorry he said this was a new firm, and that you could use an assistant,” I said looking between the two.
“Foggy I got you those copies you asked for,” said a blonde woman walking in the office with a folder. “Oh hi,” she smiled seeing me in the room. “I’m Karen.”
“(Y/N),” I smile shaking her hand.
“Thank you Karen,” Foggy said taking the folder from her. “I’m sorry (Y/N), but we already have an assistant.”
“Oh,” I say looking back at Karen. “I’m sorry for taking your time.”
I waved a small goodbye and turned to leave.
“Wait,” Matt stopped me.
“Matt,” Foggy said wearily.
“I see no reason we can’t at least interview her,” Matt says a small smile playing on his lips.
“How about the reason of us already having Karen,” Foggy frowns.
“I’m sure Karen wouldn’t mind some help with the work load,” Matt says. “Please come into out conference room,” he tells me motioning to a room behind him.
My eyes flicker from Foggy to Karen to Matt before walking forward into the open door that lead to a room with a large table.
I took a seat on one side of the table and Foggy and Nelson sat across from me.
Pulling out my resume I handed it over to Foggy.
“Wow this is impressive,” he said reading over the paper. “Graduated top of her class from NYU with a degree in criminal justice.”
“Foggy can you please read the entire resume out loud,” Matt said without turning to look at Foggy.
He read everything word by word. I didn’t know why I was nervous when he read out loud my name, but I felt my heard skip a beat when I heard my mother’s maiden name read out loud.
“I think that is enough,” Matt said intertwining his fingers in front of him. “You’re hired.”
“Really,” I said in disbelief.
“Really,” Matt smiles.
Foggy stares at his friend wide eyed before shaking his head.
“Welcome to Nelson and Murdock I guess,” Foggy says unsure of what just happened.
Ahhh bree can we have a little ficlet even for law firms to get us through November bc I literally cannot waaait till the next update! But also equally excited for blood hands so maybe December could be law firms month??
(This was supposed to be a quick little ficlet a while ago and then… well, this Oliver and Felicity just do what they want now, I can’t control them anymore.)
Four Walls (Of Law Firms and Honey) - AU, Explicit
Oliver is Felicity’s boss at Queen & Queen, a prestigious international law firm. She’s the tech genius, he’s the top dog’s son, and they viciously disagree on nearly everything. Despite that, they work together, neither outright acknowledging the ever-present simmering attraction that has slowly been growing hotter and hotter…
Until a chance meeting at a grocery store one night has them crossing a line, a tiny little line that was never meant to be crossed.
A collection of ficlets in the same ‘verse: Of Law Firms and Honey.
Check out the Four Walls playlist, and if you have suggestions, I’d loveto hear them!
(Please see previous installments for author notes/story information.)
The desk groaned under their combined weight, a soft, subtle sound that echoed their quiet gasps for air.
It was low enough that anyone walking by wouldn’t hear it, but they would hear the way it subtly highlighted her not-very-discreet moans, his barely-muffled grunts, the squeak of her naked ass sliding against the wood, his thighs bumping against the long drawer under his desk, rattling the paperclips and pens and other useless shit that wound up in there.
“Oh god,” Felicity whined, arching her back.
She fumbled with his tie, her fingers yanking the knot loose, her bright purple nails scratching against his neck, making him shudder as he thrust into her, filling her to the hilt, her slick heat so tight and perfect.
Zyglavis Doing Everything In His Power To Save The MC
Requested By: Anon
Request: Can you write a fanfic about MC from SCM dying after she becomes a goddess and Zyglavis trying everything he can do to save her.
Reposting because the one with the ask attached was glitching the post.
Zyglavis might be a little OOC here. I don’t exactly know much about him so I apologize if I portrayed him wrong. I hope you still enjoy the story. - Elli
It had only been a short time since you and Zyglavis had started dating. You were still kind of awkward around each other but you knew just how much he cared for you. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you nor you for him. You thought this is what it must feel like to really be in love. However, loving a god would not come without its challenges. Those in the heavens looked down upon you- a mere human- for ever thinking she could love someone like Zyglavis: Minister of the Department Of Punishments. You didn’t like to admit it, but their scornful words hurt, though, this was the price of falling for a god. Something that should have only been possible in fairytales. Although, whenever you were the object of slanderous words from the other gods, Zyglavis would cast an icy cold glare on them and they would immediately shut up; scurrying away for their lives. That always lightened your mood, somewhat.
Today, you were to go on a date with the devilishly handsome minister; someone whom you felt no matter how hard you looked you would never find another like him. He really was one of a kind: and he was all yours. Zyglavis was lucky enough to get the day free of work after pushing all his duties onto Scorpio- his vice minister- though Scorpio was far from happy at this. In fact he was scowling the whole time Zyglavis was speaking with him. ‘He didn’t refuse though, hehe.’ You giggled a little as you thought back to Scorpio’s reaction when Zyglavis approached him; you thought the fact he didn’t refuse meant he wasn’t actually all that bothered but just liked to create a fuss. ‘Or maybe he is happy for us and wanted to allow us some time together.’ You shook your head and wiped that from your mind; of course that wouldn’t be it.