Happy AU Week! So, this is my take on a Klaroline fusion
with the Bold Type (which is an amazing TV Show if you haven’t seen it yet, and
btw I’m so excited they got another two seasons). Image not mine FYI.
Three twenty-something girls working for a
women’s magazine in New York City navigating their way through life and love.
Although not expecting the heads of a rival publication to ruffle their
feathers so much.
Living Out Loud
Butter, Midtown – 70 West 45th
The magazine’s 30th anniversary party was in full
swing. Caroline Forbes looked around proudly knowing that every element carried
her signature style, even down to the colour coordinated macaroons.
Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. She ran her palm
along her lace, violet dress, thankful that even with her dismal salary the
magazine had a perfectly stocked, designer wardrobe to borrow from in times
like these. Their Editor-in-Chief was in
the middle of the room, champagne flute in manicured hand and from the
satisfied smile on her face, Caroline knew she was pleased with the event she’d
so meticulously planned for the past six months
If anyone could organise an event it was Caroline Forbes and, sure,
she loved it but wanted more and after four years at Arabella Magazine, she was ready for a new challenge. Unfortunately,
what she wanted was highly competitive to obtain. Positions in the magazine’s
fashion department were extremely rare and even then they required some kind of
relevant experience. Something Caroline, as a finance major, didn’t possess.
“Kat is pissed,” Bonnie interrupted. She turned to her
friend; dressed in a stunning, pink, halter neck, floor length gown, her dark
tresses falling in waves past her shoulders. As much as she loved her deeply
thoughtful, writer friend Caroline knew she had a tendency to worry over
“So, what’s new?” Caroline asked, taking a long sip of her
champagne. “Kat is pissed when the guy at Starbucks gets her coffee order
wrong. Between you and me I don’t blame him given her long list of unrealistic
“She’s currently in a twitter war of words with GQ Magazine.”
“About what exactly?”
“She retweeted their article about dating a feminist and told them if the magazine was going to
write something they might like to look up the definition in the dictionary
“Ouch. Watch out GQ,”
she chuckled. No one ever entered into a debate with Katherine Pierce about
feminism and emerged unscathed. She was Arabella’s Social Media Director and,
although incredibly impulsive at times, their editor loved her passion and
commitment. “I hardly think she needs our assistance, Bon.”
“You know who their new Editor-in-Chief is, right? That guy can
hold his own.” Caroline gave her a look which plainly said she didn’t before
she continued. “Enzo St John.”
“The same Enzo St John from Esquire
“Formerly of Esquire
you mean,” she shot back. “He’s finally joined the Mikaelson family empire
since marrying Rebekah last month.”
Mikaelson Publishing was well known, especially throughout New
York City where their headquarters were based and had an impressive number of
quality publications, including the highly popular Men’s Magazine GQ, in their stable. Although Caroline
didn’t know the family personally she’d read an article in Time about their metaphorical rise from meagre beginnings in rural
England to becoming media royalty in the Big Apple.
It didn’t hurt that they weren’t entirely bad to look at either.
Elijah, the eldest, was the revered CEO and rumoured to own at least five
hundred suits, Kol the Chief Financial Officer was often described as a cheeky
womaniser and youngest sister Rebekah, the Communications and Marketing
Director, was stunningly beautiful but incredibly icy.
However, it was Chief Operating Officer and middle brother Klaus
that made Caroline slightly weak at the knees. He was a Harvard Law and MBA
graduate. She wasn’t quite sure whether it was the steely blue-eyed gaze, sexy
stubble, sinful crimson lips or those deep set dimples. She’d come to the
conclusion it was probably a mixture of everything, including the power and
intelligence he exuded in the accompanying photographs.
Still, if Caroline knew anything looks and brains didn’t
guarantee a winning personality and from all reports they were incredibly
difficult. She figured you didn’t get that far career wise if you weren’t.
“Lucky Enzo,” she joked.
“Kat’s going crazy,” Bonnie said, holding up her cell and
showing her the increasingly terse twitter exchange. “I’m not sure she can be
responsible for her actions.”
“Fine,” she conceded, noting the tweets had moved on from
decidedly terse to slightly offensive. “Where is she now?”
“According to Friend Finder, she’s at the fountain in Central
Park no doubt shouting insults and punching the cell keypad beyond repair.”
Caroline rolled her eyes, gesturing to the exit as they made their way towards
“How many times have I told you not to walk around the park by
yourself at night?” Bonnie offered as they approached their best friend, dressed
in a stunning, gold gown that brought out her naturally olive complexion.
“I wouldn’t have activated ‘Find My Friend’ if I knew you were
going to go all protective like on me, mom,” she scowled, not even bothering to
lift her eyes which were focused on her phone screen intently.
“Someone’s in a mood,” Caroline teased, taking a seat next to
her friend on the side of the fountain while Bonnie took the other.
“Whoever this guy is, he’s an ass,” she growled. “Apparently I’m
the one who needs a dictionary, can you believe that? At least I stand by my
convictions and my identity, this coward is hiding behind GQ’s twitter account.
“You don’t know who it is?”
“It’s probably best I don’t given I might be tempted to go over
there and kick his chauvinistic ass.”
“Why do you care what some idiot from GQ thinks anyway? You’re Katherine Elena Pierce, the fiercest
Social Media Director in New York City.”
“I am, aren’t I?” She murmured, finally lifting her gaze from
the screen, a satisfied twinkle in her brown eyes.
“You’re also incredibly modest,” Bonnie chuckled, taking her
hand and squeezing it affectionately.
Caroline laid her head on Kat’s shoulder, enjoying the relative solace
that came from being with her friends and listening to the rhythmic cascading
of the water from the fountain.
“That fountain is really making me want to pee,” Kat broke the
silence. So much for solace.
“Way to ruin the moment.”
“I came here straight from the party and have been a little a
little preoccupied with…”
“How about we go back to our apartment, watch a really bad movie
and stuff our faces with Chunky Monkey?” Bonnie suggested and Caroline nodded,
there was no way they wanted to get her all riled up again tonight.
“Anything but that, Care,” Kat groaned as they made their way
through the park. “Please? I can only take so much Ben Affleck before bed.”
“Well, Bonnie did say bad.” Before either could respond,
Katherine’s phone beeped signaling a new email. She lifted up her phone
expectantly. “Kat, you need to get off that thing for your own good.”
“It could be important,” she said, the light from the screen
illuminating her face as she read. “That’s strange.”
“That it’s 11 PM and from the Magazine’s Legal Department.”
“What’s wrong?” They both asked in unison as Kat stopped in
“Mikaelson Publishing is suing Arabella Magazine for defamation,” she uttered in disbelief.
Caroline stood there, mouth agape. And here she thought Gigli was the worst possible fate they’d face tonight.
Say Anything announce ‘In Defense’ anniversary tour
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A/N: inspired by a post I read of AU’s, I lost it but when I find it I’ll put a link here to give credit. I know women can kick ass, not diminishing that ability in any way, but sometimes the whole knight in shining armor thing is kinda cute. especially when the knight is Steve…
Warnings: language (@ Steve), attempted rape/assault (please be careful out there my friends, protect yourself!), fighting, mention of injury/blood
Word Count: 892
It’s about 11 PM, and here you are. Walking home, alone, and in the dark. Probably one of the scariest things for a woman to do. New York can be a scary place during the day, but that greatly increases at night.
For about 3 blocks now, you have felt someone behind you. You crossed to the other side of the street and he followed. He is definitely following you. And you’re still about 7 blocks from home or your best friend’s house or anywhere that you could go that would be safe.
Ahead of you, you see a phone booth, a rare occurrence anymore but a grateful coincidence as you currently don’t have your cell phone on you. You walk a little faster and as you near the booth, you dig around in your coat pocket for some change and luckily find a quarter and a nickel.
“The exterior will be of brick and granite, with bluestone coping… The drawings show a massive edifice… of castellated design. Entrance is through an archway into a central court…Part of the first floor and the mezzanine floor are to be the headquarters of the police inspector assigned to the Tenderloin. Both these floors will contain muster rooms for the ‘cops.’ The upper floors are to be fitted as dormitories finished with up-to-date sanitary arrangements” -The Real Estate Record & Guide, 1906