#aristique

(A/N: This is an Plariel/Aristique canon AU, and i hope you guys like it! Also thanks to @chaoticnachokitten again for helping me with this haha! Also, sorry if there’s any english mistakes.)

Chapter summary: Plastique is on a competition, and what happens when she falls in love with one of her castmates?

Mina I hope you enjoy what you created because I forgot how amazing my babies are and I'm really happy with how this cane out tbh so enjoy.

Y - tears

The loud music, blaring from her headphones at a normally painful volume did little to silence her running thoughts. Anxiety bubbled up and threatened to spill over at any moment. Thinking too hard about things was overwhelming. She just wanted to retreat into her room, hiding with the loud music. 

She felt the need to tell someone, to stop bottling it all up and just let go. But that wasn't a good idea. She felt paralysed at the thought of speaking her mind. Would she be judged? Would her friends leave? The uncertainty of it twisted into a sharp knife in her chest. Unrelenting and turning with every dwelling thought. 

A sudden bang made the girl jolt. Nervously taking off her headphones, a loud knock on the door echoed through the empty house. Then a voice came with it. 

"Ariel! Are you in there?" 

Ariel flinched at the idea of seeing someone right now. She vaguely remembered making plans with Plastique, but why was she at her house? She glanced at her phone and realised they'd agreed to meet an half an hour ago. Guilt rose up in her, mixing with the anxiety and creating an overwhelming dread. 

She slowly got up, trying to not make her friend worry for too long. Glancing at her reflection, Ariel tried to make herself look presentable. Her hair was a pink mess, she quickly smoothed it out and straightened her fringe. The irony of not quite being able to make her hair straight made Ariel let out a bitter laugh. Nothing about her was straight, no matter how hard she tried. 

Her hands shook as she answered the door. Plastique looked at her and her expression went from worry to relief instantaneously.

She took a long look at the girl in front of her. Ariel's eyes were red, her makeup had clearly been fixed but her mascara could be seen having faintly run down her cheeks. Plastique felt her chest tighten at seeing the girl in such a state.

"Ariel, what's wrong, honey?" 

Maybe it was the genuine concern in her voice, or her worried expression that held the most comforting warm eyes. But Ariel couldn't lie or hold anything back with Plastique. She lightly tugged on her arm to bring the taller girl inside, leading them back into her room and sitting on the bed before she broke down into more tears.

Instantly, Plastique gathered the small girl in her arms, letting Ariel burrow her head into her shoulder to muffle the sobs.

"Hey, it's okay. I've got you. Just let it out." Plastique whispered softly to the girl in her arms. Ariel's cries seemed to slow, getting quieter as she held her close, stroking her hair and repeating comforting words. 

After some time, Ariel meekly lifted her head from the shoulder. She kept her eyes low, scared that making eye contact would lead her to start crying again. 

"Ari, do you wanna tell me what's bothering you?"

The use of the nickname and the soft, comforting tone from plastique almost broke Ariel again. She took a deep breath before trying to explain herself. 

"Well…" her voice trailed off, barely audible "I...I think that…" 

Glancing up, she held eye contact with Plastique before speaking clearer. 

"I think im a lesbian. And I don't know what to do and I'm scared people are gonna judge me and-" 

Plastique cut her off, pulling her friend into another tight hug and not letting go. 

"Okay, listen to me. I'm proud of you for telling me, and I'm not going to view you any differently for who you love. It might make you feel a little better if I said I was gay too though. Guess we're both confused lesbians." 

Ariel let out a soft giggle at the joke, before a smile began to grow on her face. 

"Yeah. That does make me feel better. Um, thanks for that, it means a lot." 

Hearing the soft, exhausted tone in Ariel's voice, Plastique knew she was still a way off from fully cheering up. She held the most serious expression she could before Ariel gave her a confused look. She proceeded to pull exaggerated facial expressions, making the girl laugh a little harder with each one. 

Sorry for always saving you for the last, babe. @soulfulwinter Also- sorry for the bad plot and formatting, uploading on my phone is a nightmare

“You’re lying, you’re blushing.” - “Shut up, no I’m not!”

Plastique taps her perfectly manicured nails in the surface of the table, staring intently at Ariel, who's currently trying to act as if she doesn't notice her scrutinizing gaze.

“So,” she begins, “Did you or did you not break my Anastasia Beverly Hills lipstick?” Plastique pointedly asks, the annoyance in her tone growing with every word.

Ariel folds her arms, cocking an eyebrow as she scoffs, feigning being offended. 

“Of course not,” she replies, and as much as Platique hates it, she believes her; she knows her girlfriend like the back of her hand after being two years of being together, and by this moment she's very much able to tell when she's lying by her tone being too high pitched. But her tone doesn't change at all.

But if Ariel didn't do it, then who?

Plastique leans forward on the table, staring into Ariel's eyes without blinking once. Ariel wonders for a moment how Plastique would react if the broken item was something more valuable, like a palette; she has no proof but not a single doubt that it'd be far worse.

Ariel chastises herself for thinking Plastique looks hot when she's being intimidating.

“If it wasn't you…” She leaves the sentence hanging in the air and squints a little. “It was Jan, wasn't she? She came to visit the day before I found my lip stick broken.”

Ariel panics slightly upon being caught; her little niece, Jan, had visited them a couple days before, and being the enthusiastic toddler she is, she wanted to play with Plastique's make-up. Ariel, trying to be the cool aunt, allowed her to do so - of course, she wasn't counting with Jan accidentally breaking one of Plastique's lipsticks.

“What? Of course not,” she tries to lie, but her high pitched tone gives her away. That, and the blush that creeps around her cheeks and ears.

Plastique cocks one of her perfectly painted eyebrows and scoffs.

“You’re lying, you’re blushing.”

“Shut up, no I’m not!” She tries to defend herself, looking away, but Plastique takes her chin with one of her hands and makes her look at her.

“I'm not mad at you for trying to protect your niece,” she says softly, and Ariel almost sighs in relief. Almost. “I'm mad at you for not telling me on the first place,” Plastique speaks with that cutesy voice she always uses to charm her way out of troubles and her tone full of irony. Ariel gulps. 

“I suppose you want me to pay for it,” she wonders, and Plastique nod, going back to her bubbly self.

Plastique: yes

indeed, i do love you. which is why this is my 10K post! :D enjoy babe, set in the victoria’s secret au.

“Plastique,” Ariel says, with her mouth full of those little snacks the waiters go around offering the guests. Plastique cuts her rant and turns to see Ariel. “I love you, but stop talking.”

Plastique gasps offended, slapping Ariel playfully on her arm. “Well, I’m sorry for thinking you’d be interested in listening about a very important moment in my career!”

Ariel cocks a sly brow, swallowing the snacks before speaking.

“Oh, I was the first five times, now I’m not really that interested,” she replies, taking a sip from her drink. Plastique pouts, folding her arms.

“I’m just excited! Let me be, bitch,” she complains with a huff. Ariel laughs shortly, reaching for the tray with mini-sandwiches.

“So,” Plastique continues, quickly changing her demeanour. Ariel turns her attention to her and sees how her lips curl into a cheeky smile. “You love me, huh? So you do have feelings,” she playfully nags at her, poking her at the ribs.

Ariel blushes, suddenly realizing what she said.

But, obviously, she just rolls her eyes and pushes Plastique. She can’t let her know what a softie she actually is — at least not while there are cameras everywhere.