girl you're trouble

marie / 23 / actress

[bcimalady]

findingnolan​:

Nolan forced half a smile. “Alright, if you say so. You made me a bit worried there for a while. I thought you, well, I don’t know…regretted what we did? Which, it’s okay if you do. I don’t. But..never mind. We don’t have to talk about it. Forget I brought it up.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “And I adore you! I’m not going to pry though. Just know I’m here for you while your work your stuff out. And if you need help I’m here to help you.”

Marie shook her head. “No, no, no. I don’t regret it at all. You’re wonderful and so good to me and I adore you, Nolan.” She sighed. “I’m just not the best at....things like that. I don’t really....I’m not used to doing things like that with people I like or am comfortable with. So um...I wasn’t really sure how to act.” Half of it was true which was more than she would normally give anyone. “So..sorry for being a dork?”

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berlioz-the-pianist​:

When his eyes registered that it was, in fact, his sister, he let out a very soft and slow sigh of relief. Her hand on his shoulder relaxed him, and his shoulder dropped a bit. The grip on the bat loosened, which caused him to drop it like some hot potato or something. “I’m so sorry, Marie. I should know by now that it’s okay here.” He said, kicking the bat further from them, His lips curled into a small smile when she mentioned his music, and complimented it. “Oh, stop.” His cheeks turned a light shade of pink from embarrassment, “I didn’t realize I was playing so loud. That was stupid of me. What if you weren’t you? I would have alerted the entire house that someone was here, and then what?” He shook his head at himself, disappointed in the fact that he could be so careless with his safety but, more importantly, his sister’s safety. He made a mental note to only play when the house was with other people and also to play a little less loudly, though that part would be hard as he could not control the volume of his piano. 

“Also, missy, where have you been hiding?” He asked, scrunching his face at her in an attempt to look angry, and he even brought a finger up to wag but ended up just booping her nose instead. “I’ve missed you. I ran into Toulouse, so I admit that he kept me from worrying too much, but, well, you know Toulouse. He doesn’t talk much about stuff like we do, and it kind of…I made it a little awkward.”

Marie wrinkled her nose at his touch. There were only so many people who were actually allowed to get close enough to her to do that and Berli was at the top of that list. “Don’t be like that. I never want you to play quietly. Because you are censoring yourself that way and that is not okay with me.” She knew he wasn’t going to listen to her, so she had to made a mental note of listening to him play later. “And Thomas is normally around, so I’m not worried.....Not here. Edgar....” she stopped herself. She didn’t want to upset him and she didn’t want to actually upset herself, which would happen whether she wanted to admit that or not.

“Anyways...I’ve been out. I have a life, thank you.”Honestly she really wasn’t doing much. Trying to work every now and then, hang out with Lottie and or Nolan...sometimes Maddox.....Mostly shopping. Wow. Her life really was boring. “I was out shopping earlier. And I got us cute things. Did you wanna see?” She batted her eyes at him. “You’re going to love this new hoodie. It really makes your eyes pop.”

[bcimalady]

findingnolan​:

Nolan hadn’t realized how unprepared he was when she finally answered the door. He seemed to be at a loss for words. “Alright,” he said as he walked inside. He’d only been there a few times so there was still that awkward feeling of being in a new place there. “I uh.. I just wanted to apologize, I guess. In case I did something. I don’t really know what exactly I did but I just wanted to make things right. I don’t want to lose you as a friend. We can forget about what happened if that’s what you’d like.”

Marie almost let out a laugh. Nolan thought he was the one in the wrong and she wished she wasn’t so awful that he thought that. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She sighed. “Look, you’re wonderful and I adore you. I just..have some stuff I needed to work out. But it’s totally okay. I am okay. Okay?”

[findingnolan]

@bcimalady​

Nolan hadn’t spoken to Marie since their…last encounter. He had tried to contact her to no avail. He wondered if he’d done something wrong. Was it something he’d said? Afterwards she had seemed so far off and distant. He didn’t understand. Was it regret? Nolan wasn’t about to just let her go though. He was worried. So, he made his way to Marie’s place. When he got there he knocked on the door and waited. And waited. And then knocked again and waited some more. Finally he sighed and said, “Marie? I don’t know if you’re home. It’s me..Nolan. Did I do something that upset you? Did I hurt you? I just want to talk. That’s all. If you’re home please answer.”

[bcimalady]

It was a good thing that Marie was home alone because a knock on the door would make Berli tense up as much as it made her. She didn’t let herself go near it or relax until she heard Nolan’s voice and even then she wanted to go to her room and ignore it. She felt bad for hurting him. She felt really bad for ignoring him. But she didn’t want to explain her reaction after their last bit of time together. Nolan seemed to think he did something wrong and it was far from it. He wasn’t the one who was damaged, messed up. So she went to the door and lightly pressed her head against it. She really didn’t want to do this. But she let her hands fumble for the door and stepped back to open it. “We can talk,” was all she said before gesturing for him to enter.

[kaisuzukii]

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After his encounter with Toulouse, Berlioz had spent the majority of his time locked in his room lost by music. By this point in his life, nobody questioned when he did such a thing. Nobody really knew that when Berlioz lost himself in his music, it usually meant the guy was hurting over something. That’s why he always found it a little ironic that his songs would bring such joy to people, as they were mainly all about how sad he was and the things that used to be. He was glad people listened to anything he produced at all. Still, despite his usual routine, Berlioz found himself lying in his bed today and staring up at his ceiling. He had a music sheet of the ‘Scales and Arpeggios’ song stuck to his ceiling, as the song gave him happiness and warmth whenever he would read or play it. 

His fingers had been subconsciously playing the notes, that is until he heard a noise from downstairs. Almost instantly, Berlioz’s entire body tensed. His throat suddenly clammed up, and his hands had instinctively reached for the bat that lay by his bed. He remained still, listening until he heard another noise, which caused him to get off the bed carefully. To make less noise, he made sure he only kept his socks on his feet instead of slippers, cautiously making his way towards the sound. If this was Edgar again, if he found their little haven, Berlioz as not about to let him walk out of here. He may have been the quiet one, but that’s also what could make him so dangerous when it came to protecting his siblings. On the inside, he was terrified. He wanted to cower in a corner or call for his older brother.  However, despite how scared Berlioz was, he was no coward, and he pushed forward towards the noise more. 

As he got closer to the sound, he smelled a familiar scent in the air (perhaps perfume or body spray), which caused his grip on the bat to loosen a little. “M-Marie?” He whispered, poking his head into the room the noise had come out of. “Marie, is that you? Cause if it’s not, whoever you are, you’ve made the worst mistake in coming here.” 

[bcimalady]

Marie normally knew better than to just arrive back in the apartment without saying it was her. But she had heard the music from down the hall and she was so happy to hear her younger brother playing it that she hadn’t even thought about it. How stupid of her! She expected anyone who entered and exited to do the same for her, so she felt like a jerk for being so careless. And when the music had ended she knew she had made enough noise to startle Berli. She was trying to be quiet, so she could find where he was before screaming and startling him further. He was being quiet too which only made things a bit more tense and as she set her things down she finally heard his voice and let out a sigh of relief.

“It’s just me, brother,” she said a little louder than she had meant to. She still wasn’t sure how close he was. But as she searched the room a little more she saw his head poking out and placed a hand on her heart. “Berli, it’s me. It’s okay.” She went over to him, arms only reaching out when she was close enough to place one on his shoulder to steady him. “It’s alright. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything I was distracted by your beautiful music.”

[bcimalady]

bonfamille-toulouse​:

Toulouse was surprised to hear his sister’s voice and grinned when he looked up at her. “Well, if I see him, I’ll be sure not to speak to him like that,” he teased, unable to keep a straight face. “Besides, maybe if you didn’t get in my way, I wouldn’t have to be rude.” He knew that his absence was entirely his fault, but he had still missed Marie. He kept meaning to visit her, but he always managed to find an excuse. They were both busy adults; it was perfectly natural for them to grow apart, especially when he had done nothing to stop the worst thing that had ever happened to them. But he tried his best to put that out of his mind when he was with her. They shouldn’t talk about it. It would do no good, and he only wanted a normal relationship with his sister, especially as she appeared to be coping much better than their brother. 

“What are you up to this morning? I doubt being snapped at by your least favorite brother was at the top of your to do list,” Toulouse joked, knowing that she probably wasn’t anticipating on seeing him at all. He had done an excellent job of disappearing, though that wasn’t his initial intention. It started as him making excuses about being too busy or not wanting to intrude, and then it became much easier to just not visit.

Marie knew he was joking, but she still had a rather permanent pout on her face as she moved a bit to the right from where she was standing. If she was in the way then she was probably in it more now or the opposite. Seeing Toulouse was worth it overall though. She really adored her older brother even when she felt so far away from him. “You should know by now I don’t play favorites anymore. I am an adult now.” She always had a feeling that Toulouse was worried she resented him for things. And she didn’t; he wasn’t the cause of their issues then and he wasn’t the cause of her issues now. But that was not relevant. She was more focused on getting a glimpse at his work.

“Nothing really. I don’t have work today so I was just going to shop for a little bit. Same old, same old.” Shopping was her favorite and least favorite way to cope. It really depended on what she went for. Trinkets, accessories, and little things like that were fine but clothes....a completely different challenge. She almost wished she didn’t think of clothes because as if on a cue her stomach grumbled and she frowned further. “Anyways. I just wanted to see what you were doing since I haven’t seen you in a bit. I can leave you be if you wish.”

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graveyarddick​:

“So now you’re a clumsy drunk?” Maddox challenged, lips stretched in a wide smile that the drunken flush of his cheeks only illuminated. “How long has it been since we’ve been out, do I even know you anymore?” He got the bartender’s attention with a wave the second the word sour passed her lips, and he laughed with a little scoff. “That’s good, all good. I’m here to make sure you have a good time, kiddo, whiskey sour’s a good time.”

Marie just rolled her eyes at him. Maddox was just as theatrical as she was sometimes. “It hasn’t even been that long, doofus,” she said before taking her drink and sipping at it. “Kiddo? Please, you are hardly older than me. Do you want me to start calling you old man? I don’t think you will like it very much.”

[bonfamille-toulouse-deactivated]

Toulouse had a habit of rising with the sun, waking up early so he could go on a run before most of the city was awake. He liked running along empty streets, watching the sun’s rays reflect off buildings, and feeling refreshed when he finished so he could begin a morning of painting. He liked having a routine so he could know what each day would look like regardless of anything else in his life; it was comforting. That didn’t mean, however, that he always stuck to it. He liked structure, but did not want to feel confined by it, especially when it came to his art.

He could not push himself to run this morning, distracted by the bloom of a flower he had not noticed before and the particular way the sunlight hit it when he ran through the park. Immediately, he ran back to his apartment, showered, changed, and packed a canvas and paints to take back to the park. He quickly set up his work station and began to sketch, excited by the challenge. He was obsessed with light and how it interacted with objects; natural light was so fleeting and temperamental. A cloud could appear from nowhere and cover it, it changed as the sun changed position in the sky, whole days could pass with a distorted light source. Capturing light was a challenge, and one Toulouse was loathe to back down from. 

He had begun painting off of the rough sketch, trying to recreate the way the light hit the flowers and shone through their delicate petals. The look of the flowers themselves were not his immediate concern and could be fixed later; his focus was entirely on the gold descending on the light blue, mixing with and changing it. As he painted, the light was suddenly obstructed by a person who had moved in front of it and was now standing directly in his way. Agitated but not bothering to take his eyes off his work, Toulouse asked curtly, “Can you move? You’re blocking my light.”

[bcimalady]

Marie was relieved that she was able to make a life for herself in Arendelle, even though she still was living with Thomas. Her brothers were able to live their lives and even though all of them were still in the process of coping with what happened to them. It was so long ago but it still felt like a freshly open wound and Marie supposed it always was going to. But she and her brothers had to keep moving forward, even if it was in their own directions.

Her mornings normally started with yoga as the sun rose, meditation to center herself and then a nice moment of writing in her journal before heading out for the day. She loved the apartment, sure, but she still felt like a guest there at best. Going somewhere different was always good for her and her mental health. She didn’t like being alone for long because that was when things started to head south so she scrambled for last-minute plans or interactions. She had none of those today of course so she was going to have to resort to plan b; shopping.

She was cutting through the park to get to her favorite little shops because it was a nice day out and she would have just went straight there if it hadn’t been for Toulouse. Her brother was so secretive sometimes and seeing him in his element was nice. She was only going to say hi to him but when he spoke first she ended up pouting. “Is that any way to talk to your favorite sibling?”

[bcimalady]

Marie Bonfamille || Beach Bash 2020

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findingnolan‌:

The tugging at her hair encouraged her to do more, take more of him in her mouth before removing herself completely. Then doing it again and again. With each pop of her lips she felt herself getting more and more into it and eventually she just started stroking him with her free hand as she sucked at the tip. She didn’t want to keep going for too long or she was afraid he would explode so she started moving faster and really went at it before removing herself and looking up at him with big eyes, her lips red and a little swollen.

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blacksheeparista‌:

Arista noticed the blonde’s giggle but couldn’t be sure what she meant by it. Did she know Ariel? Even though Ariel was the sister Arista was closest to, she still didn’t keep many tabs on who she knew around town. She silently wondered if this made her a bad sister, but she ignored it and moved on.  “Well, I guess we’re about to see,” she teased, although she knew it wasn’t true. All the Triton sisters had natural singing abilities, but none like Ariel’s. And Arista had made it no secret that she was envious of her younger sibling’s voice. “Don’t worry. I’m not backing out.” 

“Good. Because there is no one else here with energy like yours. I can already tell.” And she left it at that. She was grateful she didn’t question her about her knowledge of Ariel and was more focused on singing and having a good time. “Want another round of drinks before our turn is up?”

[bcimalady]

findingnolan‌:

Marie almost let a moan escape with the tug of her hair but she wasn’t trying to lose to Nolan of all people and so she bit back on her lip until the feeling passed. Then she slowly sank her lips on him, going down only a little bit before bobbing her head back up. She didn’t want him getting comfortable with a rhythm or pattern just yet. Her tongue swirled alongside his tip before she sank down again, holding it longer and closing her eyes.

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graveyarddick‌:

Maddox was firmly in the pocket, warmly buzzed without the room spinning around him, and he was content to stay there for a little while longer, sipping pure diet coke through a paper straw. “I still say you’re scared,” he teased, looking down and leaning back off of his stool to eye her shoes. Cute, probably not too effective so she might not have been lying, but that wasn’t half as fun. “What’re you drinking next? Gotta spice it up a little, I won’t order you a vodka cranberry. Absolutely bonkers, my card will decline if it detects me being a bland ass, even for you.”

Marie scoffed. “I’m so not scared of dancing. I just don’t want to break my ankles trying to do it in these platforms.” She could probably handle it fine but she was too stubborn to now. “As for my drink...I dunno yet. Something fun that’s for sure. Maybe a whiskey sour. Is that alright with you? Because I can keep brainstorming if you’re gonna be picky.”

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Marie nodded her head, putting her free hand on his lips to shush him. She then started to massage him faster, making sure she got him right where she wanted him before taking her hand off his mouth and moving out of his grip so that she could pull his pants and briefs down further. “Hold my hair back?” she asked innocently as she got closer to him once more.

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findingnolan‌:

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Marie glared at him. “Non. This is no competition. Unless we are having a quiet contest, which I don’t think you could win.” She started massaging him through his briefs, adding a little more pressure to prove her point. “You in?”

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blacksheeparista‌:

She returned the fellow blonde’s smile. “It is. Especially Wannabe or Spice Up Your Life. People go crazy for those.” She chuckled lightly at the girl’s abundant enthusiasm, but rose from her seat without question to go sign up. What could be the worst that would happen? “Alright. Well, I have six but Ariel is the name of the one who can really sing.” 

“Absolutely,” Marie said, nodding her head in agreement. The moment Ariel’s name was dropped a nervous giggle escaped her lips. It wasn’t that Marie detested Ariel....she just didn’t think Ariel was the biggest fan of her. “I’m sure you can sing just as well as your sister. And it’s too late to back out now, so.”

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findingnolan‌:

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Marie stiffened for a moment. Small enough that she prayed Nolan didn’t notice. It had been a while for her too....and she wanted to push past that. Get lost in his lips as he left her exposed and needy. Her hands went to his pants, fumbling with buttons and moving away from him until she got what she wanted. “Don’t think you can get me naked first, dork.”