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“NEW YEARS IN BED (Doing It)” “Freja, guess what day it is!” Arizona yelled as she ran through the hallways of the decadent mansion she shared with Freja. “Oh no,” Freja mumbled. She realized that today must be Anna Wintour’s birthday. Freja never knew what to get Anna and the present Freja gave last year (a Cosco size box of Swiffers so that Anna could dust of her unused vagina) did not go over well. Freja felt it was a practical gift with a personal touch, but maybe Anna’s skin is too sensitive for the extra strength bleach on the pads. Arizona continued to run through the hallways of her dreamhouse and Freja would yell, “Arizona!” then listen as Arizona’s jank walk clopped down the marble floors. “Hotter” Freja yelled as the clippy clop got louder. “Hotter!” Freja yelled as Arizona walked closer. “Hotter!” Freja yelled again when she heard the loud, uneven steps. “Hotter,” Freja whispered as Arizona appeared in the door frame. Freja was taken by Arizona’s long legs that peeked out the slit of her flowy skirt. After all these (months? years?) of dating, Freja still wanted to “do” Arizona a bunch. Hotter. After their romp on the bed, when the feathers from the pillows started to float down on then her, Arizona said, “Today is New Years Eve.” “Do we have to buy Anna something for it?” Freja asked worried. “No. Freja, you must know what New Years Eve is.” ” ‘Zona, I’m from Denmark. Wait! Is New Years Eve the American version of Roskilde Invasion Eve?” Freja asked excited. “Um. No. On American New Years, we drink champagne, then talk about how disappointing the night was. That’s New Years Eve. What is… Rosskill Invasion Time, or whatever.” “Oh, it’s this holiday in Denmark when we celebrate the period of time when the vikings arrived and raped our women and pillaged our ships.” “Freja! Why the fuck would you celebrate that?” “All the vikings had really good bone structure,” Freja responded warmly and Arizona thought maybe, for 2012, it was time to celebrate a different holiday- one not about spending money or getting cramped in shitty Times Square with awful Secrest. It was time for FrejArizona to bring in 2012 celebrating the things that really matter- good cheekbones. **NOTE THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION**

“NEW YEARS IN BED (Doing It)”

“Freja, guess what day it is!” Arizona yelled as she ran through the hallways of the decadent mansion she shared with Freja.

“Oh no,” Freja mumbled. She realized that today must be Anna Wintour’s birthday. Freja never knew what to get Anna and the present Freja gave last year (a Cosco size box of Swiffers so that Anna could dust of her unused vagina) did not go over well. Freja felt it was a practical gift with a personal touch, but maybe Anna’s skin is too sensitive for the extra strength bleach on the pads.

Arizona continued to run through the hallways of her dreamhouse and Freja would yell, “Arizona!” then listen as Arizona’s jank walk clopped down the marble floors. “Hotter” Freja yelled as the clippy clop got louder. “Hotter!” Freja yelled as Arizona walked closer. “Hotter!” Freja yelled again when she heard the loud, uneven steps.

“Hotter,” Freja whispered as Arizona appeared in the door frame. Freja was taken by Arizona’s long legs that peeked out the slit of her flowy skirt. After all these (months? years?) of dating, Freja still wanted to “do” Arizona a bunch.

Hotter.

After their romp on the bed, when the feathers from the pillows started to float down on then her, Arizona said, “Today is New Years Eve.”

“Do we have to buy Anna something for it?” Freja asked worried.

“No. Freja, you must know what New Years Eve is.”

” ‘Zona, I’m from Denmark. Wait! Is New Years Eve the American version of Roskilde Invasion Eve?” Freja asked excited.

“Um. No. On American New Years, we drink champagne, then talk about how disappointing the night was. That’s New Years Eve. What is… Rosskill Invasion Time, or whatever.”

“Oh, it’s this holiday in Denmark when we celebrate the period of time when the vikings arrived and raped our women and pillaged our ships.”

“Freja! Why the fuck would you celebrate that?”

“All the vikings had really good bone structure,” Freja responded warmly and Arizona thought maybe, for 2012, it was time to celebrate a different holiday- one not about spending money or getting cramped in shitty Times Square with awful Secrest.

It was time for FrejArizona to bring in 2012 celebrating the things that really matter- good cheekbones.

**NOTE THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION**

1 year ago December 31, 2011 19 notes #freja beha erichsen #arizona muse #new years #new years eve #vikings #lesbian #long reads #fiction #fanfic #t. james reagan
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                            TODAY IS FREJA’S BIRTHDAY.                       EVERYONE WISH FREJA A HAPPY BIRTHDAY.                  I hope she has an amazing day and she’s able to put the                 “Balmain Incident” out of her head on this fine, fine day. ~-~FLASHBACK TO: The Balmain Incident~-~    It all started off as a normal Balmain show: sequins, some other shiney shit, and enough studs to cover jackets for at least two gangs of gay bikers.    Freja, as per usual, was casually flirting with the girls, when a scream silenced the room.     “Oh no did someone deflate Crystal Renn with one of those safety pins?” Freja asked, worried that Crystal Renn goo would get on the garments.     “Maybe someone put on footage of Kayne’s collection from PFW!” Kasia said, afraid.     “Save yourselves…get out while you can!” sobbed Karmen Pedaru, entering the room looking severely shaken.     “Karmen, what’s wrong? Did someone remind you that you had cornrows in your last Vogue Paris Ed? Don’t worry, we don’t blame you for that,” Freja said reassuringly.      “No…Freja, it isn’t that…it’s..it’s her… with…”     Freja looked confused. “Nicki Minaj? Oh man I hope they fuck around with Anna again and put them together.”     Karmen points across the room, her face awash in pure dread.     “Freja, darling!” echoed through the backstage area as a tall girl appeared, holding something.     It was Arizona.     Arizona had booked Balmain.     “This is bullshit, why can’t I have just one thing for myself,” Freja growled.     “You do,” Arizona said, “Me!”     Freja smiled, she softened and they kissed and touched each others butts and it was like it never happened. If Arizona can forgive Freja for the time the evil Bruce Jenner puppet made her dial Abbey, Freja can forgive Arizona for booking Balmain.    Well, she could until she saw what Karmen was freaking out about.    This wasn’t about Arizona.    This was about the cake that Arizona began to wheel out towards Freja, while she sang, “Happy Birthday To You!”    The models looked on horrified.    “Arizona, what the fuck is this?” Freja asked, stunned, but still looking for a fork because the cake looked good.    “Happy birthday, Frejycakes!”  Arizona squealed.    “Aw. Fer serious, this is cute and all, but my birthday isn’t til October 18th,” Freja said.    “Fucking wikipedia fucking sucks,” Arizona muttered, then tasted a bit of white icing. **NOTE THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION**

                            TODAY IS FREJA’S BIRTHDAY.

                      EVERYONE WISH FREJA A HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

                 I hope she has an amazing day and she’s able to put the

                “Balmain Incident” out of her head on this fine, fine day.

~-~FLASHBACK TO: The Balmain Incident~-~

   It all started off as a normal Balmain show: sequins, some other shiney shit, and enough studs to cover jackets for at least two gangs of gay bikers.

   Freja, as per usual, was casually flirting with the girls, when a scream silenced the room.

    “Oh no did someone deflate Crystal Renn with one of those safety pins?” Freja asked, worried that Crystal Renn goo would get on the garments.

    “Maybe someone put on footage of Kayne’s collection from PFW!” Kasia said, afraid.

    “Save yourselves…get out while you can!” sobbed Karmen Pedaru, entering the room looking severely shaken.

    “Karmen, what’s wrong? Did someone remind you that you had cornrows in your last Vogue Paris Ed? Don’t worry, we don’t blame you for that,” Freja said reassuringly. 

    “No…Freja, it isn’t that…it’s..it’s her… with…”

    Freja looked confused. “Nicki Minaj? Oh man I hope they fuck around with Anna again and put them together.”

    Karmen points across the room, her face awash in pure dread.

    “Freja, darling!” echoed through the backstage area as a tall girl appeared, holding something.

    It was Arizona.

    Arizona had booked Balmain.

    “This is bullshit, why can’t I have just one thing for myself,” Freja growled.

    “You do,” Arizona said, “Me!”

    Freja smiled, she softened and they kissed and touched each others butts and it was like it never happened. If Arizona can forgive Freja for the time the evil Bruce Jenner puppet made her dial Abbey, Freja can forgive Arizona for booking Balmain.

   Well, she could until she saw what Karmen was freaking out about.

   This wasn’t about Arizona.

   This was about the cake that Arizona began to wheel out towards Freja, while she sang, “Happy Birthday To You!”

   The models looked on horrified.

   “Arizona, what the fuck is this?” Freja asked, stunned, but still looking for a fork because the cake looked good.

   “Happy birthday, Frejycakes!”  Arizona squealed.

   “Aw. Fer serious, this is cute and all, but my birthday isn’t til October 18th,” Freja said.

   “Fucking wikipedia fucking sucks,” Arizona muttered, then tasted a bit of white icing.

**NOTE THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION**

1 year ago October 18, 2011 66 notes #arizona #balmain #cake #fiction #freja #freja beha erichsen #lesbian #frejarizona