Spider baby · Y/n story by @margo7685

The penthouse had floor-to-ceiling windows that faced the Eiffel Tower, and at 2 a.m. Paris looked like a postcard — glittering, romantic, painfully beautiful. Y/N's sketchbook sat open on the marble island, a half-finished gown bleeding charcoal lines across the page.

Brittany

stumbling in from the hallway, hair in a messy bun, silk robe askew Okay, first of all, you have to stop pretending you're not stress-scribbling at this ungodly hour.

She padded over to the espresso machine, not waiting for an answer. Brittany Tomlinson had been Y/N's roommate for exactly six months, and she'd already learned that Y/N Stark ran on caffeine, couture, and a truly concerning amount of emotional avoidance.

Brittany

leaning against the counter You've got that look. The I-was-fine-but-now-I'm-remembering-something look. Want to talk about it or do we need to order three croissants and watch me butcher a French reality show?

Zoey

trotting over to Y/N, snout nudging at her ankle