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tsumusamu · 3 years

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nice receive [miya atsumu x fem!reader]

genre: fluff and (once again, a sad attempt at) humor

word count: 3.8k

summary: eight months into your relationship, atsumu takes you to meet his family. things don't go as planned, but of course, everything ends up alright in the end anyway. alternatively, miya atsumu adores you and his family thinks it's easy to see why.

warnings: uhhh implied sexual content at the end but it is like barely there ok

commission for @ muppetz (it wont let me tag for some reason ugh) thank you so much for commissioning me!

a/n: this ended up being way longer than the word count requested but that’s no one’s fault but my own because i dont know when to shut the FUCK up anyways i hope this one shot is enjoyable lol

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You literally never thought that you would ever end up in this situation.

"C'mon babe, why the long face? Ya nervous or somethin'?"

"No." You purse your lips, huffily averting your gaze from your boyfriend's smirking face.

"Ya don't needa be like that." Atsumu drapes an arm across your shoulder, pecking your forehead as a sort of reassurance. "No one could ever hate this cute face, after all." He accentuates his words by squishing your cheeks, drawing out a yelp of protest from you.

"If you keep talking like this, you're gonna jinx it, you know." Your words come out softer and more hesitant than intended, and you startled even yourself at how utterly anxious you sound.

"Yer gonna be fine. Trust me, I wouldn’t take just any random girl to meet my folks, and they’re well aware of that." Atsumu ruffles your hair.

"I just... I hope they're not..." You pause for a moment, trying to find the right word. "...Disappointed?" You grimace when your boyfriend suddenly throws his head back in such voracious laughter, that you swear you saw a few hysterical tears.

"Are ya jokin'?" he all but wheezes. "Yer the libero for the national volleyball team, for God's sake. If anythin', I'd be the disappointment here."

"'Tsumu — " you start, but he interrupts you by pulling you in for a comforting hug.

"Don't worry yer pretty head anymore, got it?" he murmurs into your ear. "Yer wonderful, and I couldn't be luckier to have ya. My parents are gonna love ya. Honest."

A small smile tugs at your lips as you reach around his back to hug him back. "I hope so."

A year ago, if someone had told you that you would end up having Miya Atsumu introduce you to his family as his girlfriend, you would've laughed until your ass fell off and your stomach ached like no tomorrow.

You had been absolutely overjoyed when you were chosen for the women's national volleyball team, and you were so eager to start playing with your new teammates that you had decided to attend the national team's training camp without hesitation despite your recent knee injury at the time. However, you completely overlooked the fact that you would be working with the men's team as well, which would've been completely fine... if not for Miya Atsumu.

When you first met Atsumu, he was the cocky, annoying little shit of a setter for the Japanese men's national volleyball team, someone who you were stuck training with for the next two weeks.

You still remember the first words he ever spoke to you.

"The hell are ya doin' there, lil libero? If yer not gonna be able to save the easiest ones, then ya might as well sub out."

You also remember the first thought you had about him.

'Prick.'

And the first words you spoke to him.

"Can't you look at this — " You had gestured angrily to the knee brace supporting you. "And take a fucking hint, or what?"

He had sent some unapologetic, biting words right back at you and that marked the beginning of the time you have had the utmost pleasure of knowing Miya Atsumu. The two of you had bickered rather relentlessly (not too unlike literal children, despite the both of you being well into your twenties) throughout the rest of the camp, and by the end, for some unknown reason through some unknown method, he ended up with your number.

He started texting you constantly, and as much as you tried to convince your foolish self that he was just a nuisance, you found yourself responding to his messages like an idiot anyway. Throughout the next few months, you learned that Atsumu was far more than just his overly confident demeanor; he's genuinely kind-hearted, down-to-earth, and actually kinda hilarious. And eventually — neither of you quite knew how — the two of you were staring across a table at each other in a fancy restaurant as if daring the other to blink and lose an unspoken game, on a first date that neither of you thought would go as well as it did.

A little over eight months into your happy and committed relationship, Atsumu suggested that the two of you go to his hometown in Hyogo for a weekend to visit his family. You had immediately agreed with his idea, excited to meet his parents and twin brother in person, but now that he's leading you out of your shared hotel room to go do just that, your stomach's knotting uncomfortably.

Atsumu's been nothing but supportive and comforting ever since you started showing that you're nervous to meet his family. He was always happy to provide a never-ending flow of cheesy words and warm hugs, but you're genuinely afraid of embarrassing yourself. You want to impress his family and not have them see you as undeserving of their son, who you truly care for from the bottom of your heart. Atsumu is your first long-term boyfriend, and you would jump off your roof if you managed to mess anything up during the visit to his folks.

The taxi ride to Atsumu's childhood home doesn't do much to soothe your nerves either, with you fiddling with your fingers the entire way through while Atsumu makes small talk with the driver. As the cab pulls up to the address that your boyfriend had provided earlier, you instinctively clench your fists so hard that you think you might bleed.

A look of alarm crosses Atsumu's face as he notices that you're still just as anxious as you were when you left the hotel earlier. He thought that the ride to his parents' house would give you some time to cool down, but that had clearly not been the case. His eyebrows furrow in concern as he reaches over to grab one of your hands in his, giving you a comforting squeeze.

"Just breathe, darlin'." He runs his thumb over the shallow nail marks embedded in your skin. "If it means anything to ya, my mom's a huge fan of yers. For real. I didn't tell ya this before, but she's especially excited to meet ya. Keeps yappin' to me askin' how I pulled ya." You flush.

"R-Really?" you stammer, wide-eyed.

"Really. Who wouldn't be a fan yers?" Atsumu grins, pecking your nose. "See, ya got nothin' to be worried about. Just chill out and be yerself, 'kay?" You nod, some of the tension releasing from your shoulders as Atsumu leads you out of the cab, hand still clutching yours.

You're feeling a little better now, though your thoughts are still running through your head at the pace of a mile a minute as you watch Atsumu pay the taxi driver and thank him for the ride. Atsumu's mother is my fan? Your ears start to heat up. I hope I can somehow live up to her expectations of me…

“Ma! We’re here!” Atsumu shouts at the top of lungs approximately one second after simultaneously ringing the doorbell and obnoxiously pounding on the door.

“Comin’, comin’, ya brat!” A feminine, yet strong voice hollers in return. You freeze on the spot, your mind going blank once again. It’s happening. It’s finally happening.

The door aggressively swings open, revealing a middle-aged woman wearing a pink apron and carrying a wooden spatula in her hand. Her dark hair is pulled into a bun away from her face and her eyes, the same chocolate brown as Atsumu’s, are gleaming with annoyance. She briefly glares at Atsumu for his rowdy entrance before her gaze catches onto you, and her entire face lights up with excitement.

“(L/N) (Y/N)! It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“M-Mrs. Miya,” you stammer out, trying your best to smile but you’re sure it looked more like a wince. “It’s good to m-meet you t-too.”

"Aw, hey now. What happened to my feisty girl? It's not like ya to be so lame.” Atsumu lays his forearm on your head, effectively using you as an armrest. You jerk away, scowling.

“Shut the hell up, asshat,” you snap without thinking. About half a second later, regret slams into your body like a truck. Oh, shit. I just called my boyfriend an asshat in front of his mother. You were about to run off into the streets in utter embarrassment if not for Mrs. Miya letting out a hearty laugh way too similar to her son’s and linking arms with you.

“No need to look so scared, dear. I don’t bite. And it’s good to see that yer willin’ to put this brat in his place.”

“Ma!” Atsumu whines, pouting petulantly.

“Yer really losin’ out with him though, y’know,” Mrs. Miya whispers to you as she leads you into the house by your arm. “I’ve got another son; Atsumu’s twin. Osamu’s quite well-behaved. If yer just likin’ the looks, he would be the better option.” You can tell she’s joking by the merry twinkle in her eyes, but instead of humoring her you end up shaking your head with a quiet chuckle.

“I think Atsumu’s perfectly good for me.” The two of you pause to watch Atsumu practically sprint into the kitchen, and a few moments later there’s an agitated yell as proof that he was on his way to annoy his brother. You smile. “He makes me really happy, Mrs. Miya. You raised him well.”

“Aren’t ya just the sweetest thing?” Mrs. Miya coos at you, pinching your left cheek. “And so pretty too. I swear ya could probably clobber my brat at volleyball as well. You and yer teammate… ah, Miss Amanai? The two of you always caught my eye while I watched yer matches. Make sure ya let her know.”

You blush a little and thank her, making a mental note to tell Kanoka that. She’d probably find it extremely amusing, especially since she was the one who had given Atsumu your number in the first place (which, as you had found out months later, was because he had practically groveled at her feet multiple times. Dumbass.)

“Come meet my husband, (Y/N).” Mrs. Miya leads you into the living room, where an older, balding man with rimmed glasses is quietly flipping through a book. He gives a start upon hearing your entrance, clearing his throat and sitting up straight.

“Ah, hello!” Mr. Miya greets you. “I’ve heard a lot about you! From both Atsumu and the missus.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Miya.” You nod once in a respectful manner.

“It’s about time that he settled down with a nice girl. Make sure ya keep him in line though, got it, missy?”

“Of course I w — “ you start, but Mrs. Miya is already dragging you towards the kitchen. You smile apologetically at Mr. Miya, and he just laughs and waves.

“Osamu’s makin’ dinner right now. He is such a hardworkin’ and dedicated boy. Both of them are, really,” she rambles. “But Osamu sure can cook a mean meal. He and his twin always used to fight over who’s the better cook. But I betcha Atsumu hasn’t touched the stove since he left for university years ago.”

You debate telling her that Atsumu had made quite a decent meal for the two of you just last week to celebrate your eight-month anniversary (which you hadn’t even known he remembered), but before you can formulate the right words in your head you’re suddenly shoved in the path of an unfamiliar man. Well, not really unfamiliar. He has the same face as the boyfriend who you see every day, after all.

Miya Osamu is (as expected) the literal carbon copy of Atsumu; same strong eyebrows, same hooded eyes, same angular jawline. The only thing that easily sets them apart is his black, ruffled mess of hair in stark contrast with your boyfriend’s bleached blonde.

Mrs. Miya pulls Atsumu away from the two of you, demanding that he help her with some mundane task, leaving you and Osamu by yourselves in the kitchen.

An easy smile graces his lips as he sticks out his hand. “Hey, I’m Osamu. Honored to finally meet the famous (L/N) (Y/N).” You smile back, gripping his hand firmly and shaking.

“And I’m honored to meet the famous ‘Samu.” At your words, Osamu bursts out laughing.

“Man, I don’t really let a lot of people call me that, y’know? But if yer gonna be part of the family, you could be an exception.”

“F-Family?” You pause, your sudden confidence dissipating as fast as it had come.

“Naw, no pressure. Just sayin’.” Osamu casually continues with his task of shaping onigiri. “I can tell he really likes ya.” You raise your eyebrows in curiosity without entirely meaning to. “I mean, we’re twins, it’s like a sixth sense. And also he never shuts up about ya when we text or call.”

“I hope you’re hearing all good things?” you quip jokingly.

“Oh, for sure. If I didn’t know who you were I’d think that he’s talkin’ about the reincarnation of a goddess with the way he talks.”

“Seriously?” You snort, and Osamu just laughs.

“So I’d like to ask ya the favor of continuin’ to take care of him. Guy’s just a huge ass baby. I can obviously see that yer good for him, though. He wouldn’t have stayed for so long if he wasn’t serious.”

The two of you briefly glance at Atsumu helping his mother set the table. They’re currently debating over whether Atsumu should go back to his natural hair color and “Stop makin’ yer hair look like fuckin’ straw!”

“He is a huge ass baby,” you start seriously, causing Osamu to smirk. “But he’s an honest and good person, so I’m not too bothered. I’ll take care of him, promise.”

“Thanks.” Osamu sighs, glancing rather fondly in his brother’s direction. “He’s an asshole, but at least he’s a redeemable asshole. I’m glad he’s finally got someone around to take care of him. Makes us all feel a little more relieved since he’s away from home.”

You suddenly feel warm inside.

Atsumu had been right; you truly didn’t have anything to be afraid of. The Miyas have been nothing but kind and welcoming so far, and they even seem to already have a positive opinion of you.

“Can ya help me carry these to the table?” Osamu holds out a plate of freshly-made onigiri.

“Ah, sure!” you accept hurriedly, taking the plate from him with careful hands. You take slow, calculated steps towards the dining room; the last thing you want is to accidentally drop any of the food.

Atsumu and his parents are already waiting in the dining room, and they all look up at you expectantly as you approach them with the onigiri plate in hand.

“Why, thank you, dear!” Mrs. Miya chirps. “Helpin’ Osamu out! How sweet of ya — “

She’s cut off as disaster strikes.

You trip on your last step to the table, causing a single onigiri to tumble off the plate and towards the floor. Your mouth drops open wide as you practically slam the plate down on the table and in practical slow-motion, watch the onigiri plummet down, down, down —

Then you dive.

You dive towards the floor, in the same manner as you do when you’re digging for a volleyball.

And you catch the rice ball in one hand, laying flat on your stomach. You have a moment of mental celebration; yes, you caught the onigiri! Then you realize that you look like a fucking idiot as you lay face down with one hand extended and clutching a rice ball like it’s your lifeline.

There’s a few seconds of agonizing silence.

You want the earth to swallow you whole.

There’s no way that you could ever show your face in front of Atsumu’s family or even Atsumu himself now; God you’ve never been more embarrassed in your life, and over an onigiri too —

“Nice receive!” Atsumu suddenly bellows, clapping his hands boisterously. “(L/N) does it again!”

His brother, who’s standing a few feet behind you with a platter of chicken skewers, pumps his free fist into the air and joins in with a “Hell yeah!”

Mr. Miya starts laughing the same loud Miya laugh that you’ve heard way too many times today, and his sons soon follow suit. Shame is still flooding your body, but now you’re realizing just how ridiculous the whole situation is and you resist the urge to smile at your own stupidity. As soon as Mrs. Miya recovers from her initial surprise, she comes to help you up, and you can tell that she’s doing her best not to laugh as well.

“Are ya okay, dear?” she briefly inspects you for any sign of injury.

“All good here, Mrs. Miya.” You smile, genuinely and comfortably, as Atsumu comes behind you to wrap his arms around you and peck your cheek, still chuckling with a small note of pride. “All good.”

“See?” Atsumu’s smug as hell as the two of you enter the hotel elevator on your way up to your room. Osamu had dropped you off so there would be no need for another cab. “I told ya that they’d fuckin’ love ya.”

“Why’re you rubbing in something like this?” You scoff, dodging when he tries to pull you into a crushing hug.

“Because I was right.” He smirks. You roll your eyes to heaven.

“Well, you can’t blame me for being nervous! I still can’t believe that none of them got upset at me for diving for a rice ball at the dinner table.” You groan, hiding your face in your hands.

“Nah, why the hell would they? It was cool. Yer cool, Miss National Team Libero.” He laughs, reaching for you again and this time you let him bring you close to him. “Besides, like I said before, who could ever resist yer pretty lil face?”

“You’re a hopeless asshole.” You sigh, and Atsumu of course just chuckles, his laughter vibrating against your ear as you press yourself into his chest.

“I’m yer hopeless asshole.” He pecks the top of your head. “C’mon, babe. It’s our floor.”

You hadn’t realized how tired you are until the two of you enter your hotel room and you see the large, inviting bed. You practically jump onto it, burying your face into a pillow. “Goodnight…” you mumble sleepily.

“Ya gotta go shower and brush yer teeth first, idiot.” A pillow smacks you in the side of the head, and you leap up with a cry of surprise. “Damn, don’t be so loud, sweetheart. It’s late, y’know. Don’t wanna get a noise complaint like last night.” You turn bright red at the reminder.

“Shut u-up,” you retort. “I told you that we shouldn’t have tried to do it on the balcony.”

“It was fun, though, y’know! An experience. And ya sounded like you were enjoyin’ it, anyway.” He chucks another pillow at you, and you yelp as it nails you in the face. “Now get yer cute ass over here, we’re gonna shower.”

“You can’t make me.” You stubbornly lay back down and close your eyes, and you had peace for all but ten seconds before Atsumu’s plucking you off the bed and settling you into his arms bridal-style. Your eyes shoot open in shock and you flail desperately. “Put me down!”

“No can do. I’m not sleepin’ next to yer stinky self tonight, darlin’.” Atsumu laughs as you scowl.

“The floor’s always open for you,” you snap.

“Aw, yer no fun.” He steals a kiss from you in the blink of an eye; the only evidence of there being contact at all is a tingling feeling on your lips. You feel your heart melt just a little more.

“Fine. After we shower, we go straight to bed. Got it?”

“ And brush our teeth. Yer mornin’ breath is bad enough.” He lets out quite an unpleasant squawk when you smack him lightly in the shoulder. “Alright, sorry, sorry.”

“Is this just your excuse to see me naked?” you tease him as he sets you down on the bathroom counter before immediately removing his shirt to reveal his muscled torso. He grins wolfishly at you and shrugs.

“And if it is?” Atsumu’s eyes are zeroed in on the small hickey he had left right below your collarbone last night, which is now visible thanks to the way your shirt had rumpled after he had practically manhandled you into the bathroom.

“Well, I won’t complain.” You follow his gaze down to your neck, before glancing back up to meet his eyes and raise an eyebrow at him. “If you’re going to make it worth my time.”

About an hour later, the two of you are lying in bed together, effectively tuckered out and finally ready to sleep. Atsumu’s strong arms are wrapped tightly around you like a protective cocoon as you snuggle your face against his chest. The slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat rocks you towards dreamland, and all the worries from the past day are slipping away.

“Hey, ‘Tsumu,” you mumble against his chest. He grunts tiredly.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

There’s a small silence.

“...Thanks,” you finally say after a beat.

“Huh? For what?” he quips.

“For being patient with me today, even though I was so nervous. And for taking me to meet your family.” You crane your head to look up at him, contentment adorning your features. “I had a good time. I hope they don’t hate the idea of me coming around again sometime.”

Atsumu smiles that familiar smile, the smile filled with affection that others rarely get to see. His eyes are almost half-mooned with joy, his lips are curved up in genuine adoration, and his cheeks are flushed with color. You saw this smile for the first time when he set an incredibly low ball at training camp, earning the awe of everyone in the room, including yourself. Never did you think that you would ever have this expression of pure love aimed at you, nor did you think it would fill you with so much happiness every time you had the blessing of seeing it. He says nothing for a while, suddenly resorting to trailing kisses all over your face. You let him, closing your eyes peacefully as he showers you with his love, ending with one final peck to your nose.

“I'm sure they'd like to have you around again.”

And if Atsumu continues playing his cards right, he thinks there might be a possibility that in the next five or so years, you could truly become part of the family with a glittering ring on your finger.

Only time will tell if that possibility will ever come to fruition, but as you tilt your head up to give him one last kiss on the lips and whisper those three words to him, he knows for sure that he wants to continue building towards that future with you.

“I love you too.” He lets his eyes fall shut as well, before resting his chin atop your head and savoring the warmth of your body against his.

Only time will tell.

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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Part 10 of Irritated. Y'all thank Jo for this being updated lol.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This is an 18+ Pro Hero AU, mentions of violence and death. Enjoy

The pungent smell of wet Earth and nose burning chemicals did not pair well with the harsh scent of rotting fruit. Sickeningly sweet as it rouses you, mind hazed as your eyelids refuse to open or even flutter. Weighted by lead and an endless sleep that tries to pull you under again. For once you submit.

More time passes, although you aren’t even sure you understand the concept any longer as that same smell stirs you again, a bang from an adjacent room pushes your eyes to flutter. Flashes of light against the start darkness before your eyes adjust to the low light of the room that seeps in from a few small rectangular windows. The panes are caked with dust while bricks are pressed into the seedy Earth, giving the room a natural coolness, there is only one set of stairs that lead up towards a door outlined in light. The sound of running water makes your throat constrict and your mouth dry, as if you swallowed cotton whole. Making you wonder just how long you had been pulled undertow. It takes your throbbing head a moment to catch up with your senses as a chill settles over your bare skin in goose flesh.

And then it all comes flooding back, the awful taste of his salty skin in your mouth, the fear gripping at your muscles as you finally realize that you are not in the safety of your apartment but somewhere forgein. Thrashing to get to your feet only to hit hard onto the icy concrete, wrists and ankles bound by white cuffs, a small whine escapes your raw throat. Your heart hammers in your chest before you feel a sharp prick in both of your wrists. A warm substance floods your system as your eyelids become heavy, mind trudging through abduction procedures before settling on blissful numb. A blurry figure comes from the only other door in the room that isn’t atop the staircase. You don’t need to fully focus on his face to know exactly what color his eyes are as they burn into your retinas before sleep hushes your frayed nerves. You dream of all consuming green that slowly fades to black.

Bakugou finds himself standing in the kitchen of his apartment, your spare key stares up at him from your paperwork. A sweating glass with melting ice and the reminisce of an amber liquid is his only company. He leers down at the address, wondering why the hell you were on such a seedy side of town, then he thinks of you shaking on the couch back at the hotel during the convention. His stomach churns, your final words and blow cause him to suck his teeth.

“Not my fucking problem.” He huffs to himself, refilling the glass before killing the light in the kitchen to settle on the couch. His grip is too tight on the crystal glass in his explosive palm, the glass threatens to shatter while an infomercial plays in the background. His mind is anywhere but the TV while indestructible pans are advertised across the large screen. Aggressively swirling the amber liquid as his thoughts become more and more loud. He swallows the whisky whole and with it the thought of you. Letting it all burn as it runs down his throat and heats his chest, a warm feeling flooding his veins as he sinks lower into the couch. Flipping channels as he forgets you.

Your key taped to your personal records, that Bakugou stole, do not sit on his fine counter much longer, soon it is swiped and shoved into a pocket. He slams the crystal glass on the counter as he reaches for his own apartment keys and his cellphone. Bakgou slams his apartment door, locking the deadbolt before he rushes down the stairs to catch the last train to you hellish part of the city.

The hour train ride sobers Bakugou and only sets him into further agitation. Glaring at anyone who thinks to look at him more than once, even going as far as baring his teeth. Before glaring at his own reflection, who sneers right back. His black tee is tight and a bit damp despite the cool air, the brim of his backwards cap pulls the hair away from his forehead as his faded sides breathe in the chill of the train. The hat, an excuse to hold in his hair, his hero gloves heating his hands as his fingers twitch, he hopes your apartment is hardwood throughout since he didn't have plastic bags to put his feet in while he looked for something. Anything. He was doing the best with what he had.

But the more he looks at himself the more he realizes he never really was doing his best. At least not when it came to you.

The address to your apartment complex is a few blocks away from the train station, his jaw clenched as he reaches the low lit building. Screaming comes from somewhere far off, his ears perk out of habit, but he was supposed to be off duty right now. Plus that wasn’t his current focus, not to mention should he help it would be suspicious as fuck as to why he was so far way from home tonight. He bounds up the stairs in the dank stairwell two at a time, huffing through his nose as he reaches the top floor. The carpet is worn threadbare and reeks of vomit and water damage. Silence envelopes the top floor compared to the yelling and crashing items on his way up. Slowly it dawns on him that you’re most likely renting out the entire fucking floor. He sucks his teeth, leaning in close to the door of the first apartment on the floor. Nothing comes from the other side of the thin cheap door, musty air flows from between the cracks as if the room had been closed for quite some time. It confirms what he’s been thinking. He finds your apartment door with ease, several bolts and locks lined up perfectly straight. He looks down at the one key and thinks about what happened in the short few years you started at the agency that you would need five, no six additional deadbolts on your door. He half wishes you hadn't made it so obvious as to which door was yours, thoughts creep into the forefront of his mind as he imagines someone else standing in his spot now. He thinks he will need a locksmith, but that would call attention to himself, he could attempt to pick them but he never really had time to practice the shady skill. Just as he is about to turn to brute force as the answer he notices that your door doesn't seem fully shut. He thinks of all the times that you bitched while on patrol about your damn door and how you had to literally slam it shut for it to actually lock. Gritting his teeth he gently pushes the door open with his gloved hand letting it swing open with an eerie creak.

Already things are out of place. Your suitcase stands alone, untouched and obviously unpacked from the clothes peeking out from beneath the zipper, by the front door. Your lanyard for your keys is on the floor instead of the table that is in the foyer and the converse you were wearing the day that you quit are missing. Faintly something gleems in the grainy light from the hallway from beneath the table in the foyer. Bakugou reaches for it tentatively, teeth gritting as he realizes what the glass rectangle is.

Your phone.

Specifically, your dead phone.

His hand hover over the unresponsive screen before deciding to leave it, this would be evidence they would need later but for now he knew he had to do something. Kamisama takes pity on the poor bastard and throws him a bone in the shape of a scrunchie. Your black scrunchie that seems to have been ripped from your arm. As he reaches for it he notices the faint residue smeared on the hardwood. His mind dredges up weeks ago of the guy trying to hide his quirk. Of the carpet by the hotel door in the hall just a touch darker.

He should have fucking killed him, he should not have listened to you. He snatches the scrunchie, heading towards your kitchen to look for a bag, tupperware, anything to trap the smell of you and possibly your assailant. He finds a plastic sandwich bag, shoving the broken hair tie into the baggie before sealing it shut. He heads for your door thinking better of slamming it shut in case he needs to return without the calvary. Pulling his phone from his pocket he dials an old number from memory, the other line picks up.

"Oi, it's time I cashed in on that favor you owe me."

After the short conversation and the long hour and a half in the cold a four door sudan pulls up to the train station by your house. Bakugou eagerly yanks open passenger side door, slamming it shut as he cranks of the heat in the car, giving the driver no room for questions let alone a greeting.

"Oi, I need you to find the owner of this." He flashes the scrunchie as the driver gives him a look, "Inu, you're hound's son aren't you? It's not impossible."

"It might as well be dude. What is this?" Inu snatches the bag from hot fingers, "Do you even know when the last time the owner wore this. And what exactly are we doing? Is this even fucking official?"

Bakugou narrows his eyes, mouth set in a harsh snarl as he leans in close to the driver's seat while Inu leans back.

"I dunno was your shit I helped you with official? Was it ethical for us to take out a mob boss for your now ex wife?"

Inu looks away into the rear view mirror, eyes boring holes into the glass and the blankets in the back seat. Bakugou doesn't notice, he takes it as admission before leaning away into the passenger seat.

"Now get to sniffing." Inu grits his teeth at the hot head's comments before sighing out. Opening the bag just a little to take a whiff. The smell was faint, indicating a large gap from the time it was last worn to now. Not to mention there was an odd smell, so unbelievably faint in the fabric that had Inu not already known what you smelt like he would have missed it. Just barely he could make out past the notes of your shampoo a salty harsh smell, almost like a preservative. Had it been any stronger it would have burned his nostrils. Sweat and...was that formaldehyde?

His stomach churns, slowly closing the baggie before cracking his window, catching the wind just right. He follows his nose, head halfway out the window as the car carries the men late into the night, all the way to the fringes of a suburb that was partly in the country. Inu parks the car on the wide street of the little neighborhood built to mimic an American suburb in the nineties. Homes of various sizes spread out and yet not too far from one another.

"This is it." Inu announces, throwing the car in park as it sits nestled between a beat to hell pick up truck and a dented sudan.

"You're sure?" Bakugou asks as he takes in the old home, it's upkeep is minimal at best, landscaping border line over grown as he can barely make out the small rectangular windows at the base of the house beneath the old dim street lamp.

"This is where both smells get stronger."

"Both?" A tic wounds tighter in Bakugou's jaw while a tremor runs through his arms. Inu nods as Bakugou reaches for the knob.

"Woah, woah!" Inu's large hand clamps down onto a broad shoulder, "Hold up man, if she really is involved then this is nothing like the sting we did bro. We need to call someone."

"Like fucking who?"

"I dunno Director Yami?"

"Yea so he can dismiss this again? Fuck that and fuck you. I'm going." He shoves Inu away reaching for the door again before the blankets in the back seat come to life. A mop of emerald curls with concern plastered across the giant's face appears to Bakugou's horror.

"Kaachan...you can't. We need to do this right, for her." And with that Bakugou snaps, lunging for his old friend, enemy. Climbing past the center console with his hands outstretched before they wrap around a thick column squeezing with all of his might. Deku doesn't do much to stop him, somehow knowing deep down that it isn't really him that the red eyed man wants to kill. He wraps broad hands around thick forearms giving them a gentle squeeze, he could snap them with One for All if he wanted. Instead Inu barks out a breathy "What the fuck?" as he wraps his arms around Bakugou's torso pulling him back into the passenger's seat. In the tussle either Bakugou or Inu hit the horn, causing Inu to panic as a light comes to life in the once darkened house. He forcefully shoves Bakugou into the front seat as he peels into the street, thankfully without burning rubber.

"Are you trying to blow our fucking cover?!" Inu shouts, "Like fuck! And what's killing Izuku-kun going to do?"

Bakugou turns to glare at the behemoth of a man in the back seat, he rubs his throat as red eyes watch bruises form.

"I'm not sorry Deku, fuck you." But Izuku can read between the lines, Bakugou saying he is sorry but still fuck you for trying to stop me while our friend is most likely on borrowed time.

"'S kay. We can help her."

A honk, rouses you before footsteps can be heard overhead rushing through the house before blinding light floods down into the basement.

"Finally you're awake." He flicks on all the lights, scrambling to put your feet under you so you can at least sit. Eyes flickering over the room as you try to give your throbbing, unresponsive mind to collect something, anything you can store away for later to aid your escape. Meanwhile the green eyed fucker monologues.

"It took some time for me to adjust your dose, I need you to be just under enough that you won't fight back, your heart rate spikes easily you know…." His words are lost to you as you glance over your shoulder only to wish you never did as your stomach churns in horror. Lined up against the wall behind you are women, women you had posed with.

But what haunts you is how it starts with your missing friend. Her eyes hollowed out, pitch black holes stare back at you as her skin looks paper thin, like a botched mummification or that whoever was trying to preserve her got lucky. She is still in her last scene clothes that are bloodied and torn. Your eyes struggling to follow the line as they progressively become more and more preserved, until your eyes finally land on your last instagram picture, you and that young girl. With the peace signs beneath your eyes.

She looks to still be alive, until you realize she is unblinking with glass eyes and a permanent smile with the help of a stich or two.

He notices your rigidness and frowns.

"Are you not happy? It's hard to save the eyes." He forces your face to meet him with his fingers on your skin, "I made them for you. They're your friends right? I wouldn't want my doll to be lonely."

Your breath comes in ragged huffs as rage consumes you, you were going to kill him. With whatever little power you had left, you were going to end him and savor it.

All these lives, twenty, that you could see, lost, because of you and you negligence. Your eyes glow before a prick comes at your wrist, the power dying in your fingers.

"No." You rasp out as your vision begins to fade.

"Ah come on, I just want you to be a wake for just a bit doll. Just a while longer before I make you mine."

Your world plunges into the depths of darkness.

Your dream of the girls behind you, of their scream as their preserved bodies animate, their glass eyes fixated on you as they crawl across the concrete. Their mouths smelling of formatihide and rot as they lean close to you, voices beneath water or worn by gravel.

"You did this. You killed us."

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bakugosbratx · 3 years

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OMGOMG so idk if you’ve watched the promised Neverland BUT I RLY HOPE U HAVE anyways I was listening to isabellas lullaby and this au came into my head like how about bakugou x reader who were childhood friends in that au in another life and she gets sent away and he’s devastated but then they meet in another life when they’re older and she hums the lullaby and he realizes it’s her? Please omg ur so talented!!! Thank you!!!

SFW Lullaby - AU Bakugo x Reader

WARNING: Angst, swearing, alternate universe(s), soulmates, fluff, etc.

A/N: I didn’t know what to name Katsuki in the first part so I just called him Kanchan lol I haven’t heard of this anime but I did some reading and I want to see it now! I hope you like it. I kinda put my own spin on it and I hope it fits the image you were thinking. I love the concept. If any of you have request, please feel free to send it to me! ✨

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Year: 1900’s

You packed what was left of your clothing into your old, worn out suitcase. You’ve had it since as long as your young mind could remember. You always wanted a new start. Especially away from this orphanage you grew up in your whole life, but new starts never come without a price.

Everyone at school was excited for you. Except for one.

“What the hell you mean you’re leaving?” Kanchan huffed.

Even though you both are only eleven years old, Kanchan had quite a potty mouth with a short temper.

“I got adopted, Kanchan! Isn’t that exciting?!”

“Yeah.. exciting.”

“C’mon, Kanchan, let’s play on the playground. It is recess after all.”

You and Kanchan have been friends ever since kindergarten. It started off with him getting the adult scissors and cutting your ponytail. You cried, the principal was involved, and you both were not allowed around each other for the rest of the school year. Then, you got put into the same first grade class. Even though Kanchan still bullied you, at least he didn’t cause any destruction to your physical features. He only would take your juice box instead.

Once, Kanchan lied and said you were an accomplice to him doing something bad so you both had to stay in during recess and write sentences. What should have been punishment turned into fits of giggles as he found ways to annoy the teacher and cause more trouble. Even though it cost you both a few more recess days this brought you two even closer.

Throughout the years, fate would put you two in the same classes. You would always play on the playground together and work on group projects. Even traded lunches at times. You were inseparable.

Kanchan pushed you on the swings as you sang your infamous lullaby. You have sang it ever since you could talk. Your caretaker would always sing it to you and the rest of the orphans. Kanchan would pick on you for it, but he secretly loved it. It always made him happy.

“Let me sing a lullaby

As you close your eyes

And as you're drifting off to sleep

How I hope that the dreams that you find

Are bright

Love, can we meet again soon in the bluest of skies?

Where a tomorrow waits for you and I

So hold me tight one more time, but don't kiss me goodbye

'Cause I know that I'll see you on the other side

I will think of our song when the nights are too long

I'll dream of you for that's where I belong

Love, can we meet again soon in the bluest of skies

Only, in my dreams, do we meet again”

“Recess is over!” The teachers called.

All the children rushed to form a single file line to go inside. Kanchan couldn’t help but fall behind as you ran ahead.

“C’mon Kanchan! Don’t want to be late!” You giggled.

Kanchan faked a smile.

“I’m right behind you!”

The days seemed to fly. For you, you couldn’t ask for any better. For Kanchan it felt like the world was against him. How could this be happening? As happy as he was for you, he sure as hell hated that his best friend was leaving. He doesn’t get close to anyone else. He doesn’t want anyone else as his best friend. He just wants you.

Kanchan came to the orphanage to reluctantly say his goodbyes. You made sure you had all of your belongings while happily humming your song.

“I get your leaving, but could you not act so damn happy about it.” Kanchan states in aggregation. It was to mask his pain.

“Oh, Kanchan. I apologize. I am just so excited!”

“I’m aware.”

You take a quick glance around your old room.

“Looks like this is what is left of my belongings. Will you help carry my stuff to the car?” You asked, sweetly.

Kanchan nods, taking your heavy suitcase and carrying it to your new parents car. He put it into the trunk and aggressively shuts it. You were saying goodbye to everyone else before you turn to him. You and him were close, but Kanchan wasn’t the PDA type. This time was an exception as you hugged him. You felt his warm embrace around yours.

“I’ll miss you, Kanchan. If you ever go to New York City one day, come find me.”

“I’ll always look for you.”

The hug seemed like years, but you both did not mind. Behind that happy smile of yours there was sadness. As much as you wanted to be adopted, you also didn’t want to leave your friends behind. They were like family to you.

You pull away to meet his gaze and you gently placed a kiss on his cheek. Kanchan was taken back by the sudden action of yours as his cheeks glowed a crimson red.

“Do me a favor and one day when you someday have a wife and a family, will you tell them about me?”

Kanchan processed your words.

“As long as you do the same.”

You held out your pinky and he connected his pinky with yours.

“Promise.” You both say in unison.

You said your last quick goodbyes before you hopped into the backseat of the car. You looked out the window to see everyone telling you goodbye. You could not help the tears that fell when you looked at Kanchan, looking sad. He stood there until the cars taillights were no longer in sight and then some. The caretaker had to convince him to go home.

Life goes on. You both live a happy life with beautiful families and homes. It took you both some time, though, as a tug was always on the both of your hearts. Some say that means your soulmates, some say it’s just a crush, and some say it’s just sadness over a friendship. You both never met in this lifetime again due to you both being so young and so far apart. You both always had dreams of seeing each other again and speaking, but it just never happened. You both were perished by the time the internet came around. Even on your death beds, some of your final thoughts were each other. Both of your children tried finding a way to get you both together, but it wasn’t possible.

Still, you both kept your promises.

Year: 2020

“Class, welcome our new student, Y/N!” Your teacher excitedly greeted. You nervously waved.

“Hello Y/N!” Said the class in unison.

“Y/N, take a seat next to Katsuki Bakugo and we will get class started.”

You looked to see where the teacher was pointing. You saw a ashy blonde hair boy sitting at his desk with a scowl on his face. He did not look like the friendly type so you did not even try to get to know him today, but for some reason, your heart raced at the sight of him. He was not your type so it seemed a bit off for you to feel this way. You decided to ignore it as you took your seat next to the blonde.

“Okay class, we are going to have group projects! You are paired up next to the person you are sitting next to. The project is due in two weeks.”

“Great.” Katsuki groans in annoyance.

You were taken back by his sudden rudeness, but tried to brush it off. You would probably have the same reaction as him if you were lured with the new kid. Plus, you came into the school year late due to the fact you just moved to Japan from New York City. It was a great opportunity for you to study abroad.

“If it makes you feel any better, I am really good at History.” You say nervously.

“It doesn’t, nerd.” Katsuki insults.

The teacher finishes teaching the lesson and the class is dismissed. You gathered your stuff about to leave and Katsuki follows closely behind you. He stops you by handing you a piece of paper.

“What is this?” You ask.

“Open it, dumbass.”

You opened up the folded paper to see it is an address and the words “meet me at my place after school.”

Before you could even question anything, Katsuki was gone. You rushed to your next class as you heard the bell ring. The high school does not give you as much time as you should have to get to one class to another.

School was finally over and you made your way out the building. You noticed Katsuki waiting at the entrance.

“Took you long enough. Got lost?” Katsuki teased.

Your cheeks went red because you actually did get lost.

“You didn’t have to wait for me, you know?”

“I’m aware, but we are going to the same place. I don’t need you getting lost and I fail this project.”

“Fair enough.”

You and Katsuki began walking towards his place. Awkward silence overcame both of you so you started singing a lullaby that calms you down. Your mother sang this song since you were little.

“Let me sing a lullaby

As you close your eyes

And as you're drifting off to sleep

How I hope that the dreams that you find

Are bright

Love, can we meet again soon in the bluest of skies?

Where a tomorrow waits for you and I

So hold me tight one more time, but don't kiss me goodbye

'Cause I know that I'll see you on the other side

I will think of our song when the nights are too long

I'll dream of you for that's where I belong

Love, can we meet again soon in the bluest of skies

Only, in my dreams, do we meet again”

Katsuki stopped dead in his tracks. He has never heard of this lullaby before, but the song sounded so familiar. So did your voice and the feeling in his chest. He has never seen you a day in his life and neither have you, but the familiarity feeling in both of you said otherwise. You both have heard rumors of this feeling before, but you both have never experienced it until now.

You turned to face him.

“Something wrong?”

Katsuki shook his head no. You held out your pinky finger.

“Promise?”

Katsuki contemplated before wrapping his pinky finger around yours. He usually would have laughed or insulted someone for doing that, but this was different.

“Promise.”

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chibivesicle · 3 years

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Golden Kamuy chapter 259 & 260 - predictable events [shrugs]

Chapter 259 starts with a flashback to Abashiri Prison as Boutarou is released from solitary confinement. Shiraishi asks him what he did to land in solitary, specifically who he beat up - and we learn it was Ueji. This goes back to the story by Ueji about how he told Boutarou he saw his aunt, a woman that Boutarou has now confirmed never existed. Since Ueji was messing with Boutarou, he was upset/offended enough that he had no problem killing him.

This shows us that Boutarou seems to be sensitive to joking/teasing/bullying as Shiraishi chides him for his frequent trips to solitary.

This allows for us to see a contemplative/serious facial expression on Boutarou’s face before he continues the conversation with Shiraishi who is picking his nose with his toes?

This then allows for a wistful looking image of Shiraishi replying that he doesn’t have any family waiting for him outside of prison, and he was abandoned at a temple as a baby. This knowledge of abandonment is how Boutarou wants to connect with Shiraishi; that they are alone in this world at the present.

This allows Boutarou to ask him if he’d return to the temple, but Shiraishi could careless; he ran away in the first place and it likely doesn’t exist as it seemed to be on its way out. As expected, he just jokes if he had a lot of money he’d spent it on prostitutes (and implying that he’s filling his emptiness with transactional sex).

Nihei, reminds them the only thing that matters is to use the tattoo as a way to get out of prison and do whatever you want unrelated to the gold. This is expected for the man who returned to the mountain to hunt.

They return to Boutarou’s goal, to amass a small fortune e.g. the gold and create his own kingdom. The next page or so just focuses on how he came from a large family with 14 members and how he was the only one who didn’t die of smallpox. He isn’t just interested in having a large family to compensate for his lost family, he goes beyond that where by becoming the king, he’ll always be remembered and not forgotten as the founder. He is a man who wants to preserve himself not only genetically through having lots of kids but also through mythology and nation building concepts.

Shiraishi and Nihei tease him a little about his dreams which they find to be completely unrealistic which he is not amused with. Speaking very frankly with him, Shiraishi points out that Boutarou is a lonely guy and that his dream is a reflection of his loneliness.

This exchange is interesting to me for two reasons. 1.) This shows us that Shiraishi is an observant guy which we know but it is another instance of it in his past. 2.) He can be very blunt and forward with Boutarou. I find him to be very assertive with Boutarou, a man who just came out of solitary for beating up another prisoner. Yet, Shiraishi can speak like this with him and this also alludes to their current time line interactions where Boutarou respects Shiraishi and understands him well - as well as Shiraishi understands him.

This frank openness between them continues on the next page. Shiraishi jokes back that he’s been a king - and escape king. But Boutarou’s critique of him is a valid and honest one.

Breaking out of jail isn’t a long term plan. Having a dream like Boutarou’s is a viable plan, that since he is unwelcome in current society, he’s like ‘fuck this - I’ll just make my own society’ He lost his home and community support and it was clearly influential on him as a child both having a family and then the loss. So, for him creating his own special home is his driving force in his actions and reason to become involved in the hunt for the gold.

And not missing a beat, he tells Shiraishi he also needs to create his own home if he lacks one - just like him. The level of frankness between the two of them - they clearly have more than just a passing ‘professional’ relationship.

The manga returns to the current events and Boutarou is telling Asirpa to let go of the door so that she can return to her home with Sugimoto and that they can become a family. I get it, he knows she has a crush on him and all little girls dream of finding a man and getting married etc etc. I don’t doubt Asirpa’s crush on Sugimoto, but she is also not the type of young teen girl who would be so simple minded.

Sugimoto is struggling to breathe in a corridor of the brewery as he falls into his rather pathetic monologuing about how pathetic he is. Nice copy and paste of the rifle there Noda. We saw it a few chapters ago when Ogata was eyeing Usami’s which was also Ogata’s when Vasily sniped at them.

Why do I not take Sugimoto’s whole ‘boo hoo’ bit seriously? Because this shows us how he actually sees Asirpa and her relationship with him. He ‘finally got her back’ she ‘got stolen away again’. Even with the English translation, the intention is still clear, Asirpa is like an object to him.

Read these following sentences;

1. Kiro and Ogata stole Asirpa from Sugimoto.

2. Kiro and Ogata kidnapped Asirpa from Sugimoto.

3. Kiro, and Ogata took Asirpa to Karafuto.

As an objective reader of the manga which of these is the most factually correct? Number 3, at heart Kiro and Ogata had a plan to take Asirpa to Karafuto to learn the code and connect with Sofia. Yet, this is not the narrative that Sugimoto tells himself or others. He continues to go with number 1, that Kiro and Ogata stole Asirpa from him and now Boutarou stole Asirpa from him. Asirpa is something that he possesses. This is problematic as it shows how unequal their partnership is.

I’d argue a more equal partnership if he used number 2. That she was kidnapped which is a word we use to distinguish people from mere objects in English. Is my argument 100% based on this - not quite since we are working with the translation of the original text, but ever since Karafuto, Sugimoto has acted like Asirpa is something that he and only he has privy to and completely ignores the fact that she is her own person and will exercise free will.

Therefore, this also pokes holes in Boutarou’s reading that Asirpa will cave to the idea that if he tells her to go home and marry Sugimoto that will solve her problems. I’m pretty confident that Asirpa does not see her relationship with Sugimoto the same way that he sees her and Shiraishi already made a point about this back before they were to meet up with Tsurumi.

Anyways, back to the action. We don’t see if Asirpa let’s go of the door, we just see that Koito is aggressively approaching Boutarou with his sabre raised and notices that he has Asirpa.

With is luscious locks, Bouatrou is able to distract Koito and punch him with his long reach. He goes to shoot Koito, but a shot hits his hand with the revolver and it is Tsukishima close behind.

He orders Boutarou to withdraw, and he dashes out with Asirpa and heads to a lower level where the beer flood happened.

Asirpa is still resisting trying to hold onto the railings of a staircase, making his fast escape a bit of an issue. She also is able to raise a fundamental question - the gold was supposed to be used by the Ainu to create their own country. Therefore, if the gold is stolen by Boutarou, she will be unable to protect her own homeland - the one he keeps telling her to go back to.

We get an image of the clear cutting of the forest in Hokkaido that almost killed her and then she thinks of the kotan where Wilk was born that is now a fox farm. The traces of her Karafuto relatives is already gone, taken over by the Japanese for less sustainable practices.

Boutarou sweats nervously, he doesn’t have an answer for her since this is now an example of conflict with their own dreams and goals for the gold. However, this philosophical pause from him, allows for Koito the strike him with his sabre from behind. Koito prepares for his second strike as Boutarou falls back into the pool of beer.

Asirpa meanwhile still clings to the stair railing as Koito is ready to strike again.

Boutarou swims off and it is unclear where he’s gone to. Koito is impressed by Boutarou’s toughness as Asirpa coughs on the stairs. Only then do we hear Tsukishima’s voice asking Koito where he is. And with that I internally groan.

Me - goddammit Koito! Why did you go and do almost the exact same thing you did on the ice floe and with Sugimoto. Don’t rush ahead with no back up. You just realized he’s a tough guy. Well, at least this time he tells Tsukishima where he is and to come quickly.

He says that he secured Asirpa and doesn’t notice that Boutarou has emerged from the beer and is clearly going to attack him. He looks like a gross beer/swamp monster, his teeth visible and eyes covered by his long hair.

By time Tsukishima arrives with his rifle at ready he sees Asirpa and only Koito’s sabre.

[facepalms]

Come on Koito, I’m rooting for you buddy, but please stop running ahead. You are slowly getting better, but one aspect of being a leader of men is to have men to lead, not leave behind.

And the chapter ends with his heightened tension that Koito has been pulled back under the beer.

I have other deep thoughts (lol. terrible pun) about chapter 259 so lets move onto 260 which goes back a few seconds to show us what happened to Koito. Boutarou reaches out towards Koito and he’s able to overpower him.

Asirpa tries to crawl away as Koito drops his sabre and is drug under the surface of the beer. We all know that Boutarou is going to try to drown him as he can hold his breath longer than his victims.

Tsukishima finally reaches where Asirpa is and he flat out asks her were Koito is. She ignores him and tries to dash away, but he grabs onto her wolf pelt cloak. The last panel then shoes her as she draws her knife and swings at Tsukishima!

Yes! Asirpa is about to use her knife against him! There is so much desperation in her behavior. Koito then reaches his hand up as bubbles come to the surface, and we see Tsukishima holding Asirpa’s hand on her knife. Tsukishima calls out for Koito and Asirpa tells him that he was pulled into the beer.

He then uses his rifle to hold her against him and still holds her hand with the knife out of the way as he tells himself that Asirpa is more important than everything else.

Koito is held underwater as his boot sticks out and we see that Boutarou is trying to strangle him with his hair (he truly has impressive hair!) as Koito begins to weaken. We are left briefly wondering if Koito will be abandoned - but come on, we know what will happen.

Tsukishima kicks Boutarou in the head allowing Koito to sit up. Tsukishima then shoots Boutarou, and we see some blood diffuse out into the beer. Tsukishima is focused as he ejects the empty shell and Boutarou swims off.

He tells Koito to get out of the beer as he may return, and Koito angrily asks about Asirpa. She’s heading out on her own, as the smoke causes her to cough her knife out and ready. Koito is upset that Tsukishima[aaaa] let her go to save him. This is so interesting to me as it does show that Koito felt that he is less important than Asirpa. He was willing to potentially die which, despite his impulsive behaviors, this time he at least seems to be aware of it.

Tsukishima can’t look at him as he apologizes and Koito berates him that saving him is not a priority. This pretty much seals the deal for these two men. Tsukishima is Koito’s older brother and he has shown that he doesn’t have it in himself to hurt Koito for Tsurumi.

This is at least one instance where Koito does at least own up and state that he should have followed orders. So, kudos to more self-aware Koito, though I’m sure he’s still thankful that Tsukishima saved him.

Nikaido is randomly wandering around (clearly no longer wanting to kill Sugimoto) as he finds her.

She again aggressively goes to strike him with her knife. Asirpa is beyond desperate - is she trying to mirror Sugimoto by just forging ahead and attacking everyone with no thought about harming them?

But just like with Tsukishima, she is immediately overpowered. Without her poison tipped arrows, she’s at a huge disadvantage. Emulating your crush’s fighting style isn’t going to work.

Thankfully, karma intervenes and she doesn’t harm him. Instead, she activates his chopstick dispenser and she’s taken down by a chopstick to the forehead.

This is rather fitting since, she’s been stopped by an item she would find important, chopsticks which along with spoons facilitate one of her loves - food. And with that she is delivered to Tsurumi who praises Nikaido.

The next page is when things get really interesting. Nikaido is upset that Sugimoto is alive and Tsurumi blows him off. Very rough looking Tsukishima and Koito then make it to Tsurumi to see that Asirpa has been caught. Likely on autopilot, Tsukishima starts speaking . . . but Koito then continues and reports to him as the commanding officer of the two.

He then mid-explaination becomes incredibly uncomfortable unable to speak. We can’t see Tsurumi’s facial expression, it would be nice to know what Koito sees as he only awkwardly ends stating they were in the brewery.

Koito is sweating profusely, whatever Tsurumi looked like, he just realized that he should have let Tsukishima do the talking as he’s given away that his fear of speaking to Tsurumi is gone. The fact that Tsurumi hesitates before telling him that he understands, leaves Koito in shock as Tsukishima is likely trying to not lose it with him. Since he now knows that Koito has given away something about his changed status towards Tsurumi. Since Tsurumi is in the realm of super smart villain, I’d guess Tsukishima knows that Tsurumi knows about how Koito learned something about his kidnapping which was what lead to his in ability to speak to him in the first place. Recall, that when they were in Kagoshima, young Koito could speak to Tsurumi with little issue.

Tsurumi then calls for a retreat and avoid any more fights. Apparently, he now has enough information to crack the code. Okay Tsurumi - does this mean you can do so with Asirpa? Since, he still doesn’t know the Ainu name that is matches with. . . .

Nikaido pouts in the background as Koito looks like he wants to fade into the background. Tsukishima clearly doesn’t look happy either as he holds Asirpa. I guess being Tsurumi’s right hand man means he gets to hold onto her?

He likely feels uncomfortable about things since now that Koito has let the cat out of the bag, Tsurumi will likely ask him about what happened between them.

Boutarou exits, pissed off at how he lost Asirpa but seems to be alright overall. Of course, the next page reveals Sugimoto charging towards him to give Asirpa back. Yep, attack first, ask questions later/maybe Sugimoto.

Sugimoto pretty much has murder eyes as he thinks attacking Boutarou will solve his problem.

Now, the fact that Boutarou has survived this well, tells me that he likely has the same ‘luck’ that Sugimoto has. He was stabbed by Sugimoto, his ear cut off, slashed by Koito, and shot twice by Tsukishima. It is pretty damn obvious that Boutarou is to be both a foil and a twin to Sugimoto. The only difference between them is Boutarou became a criminal, while Sugimoto became a soldier a man with a license to kill under the laws of the government while enlisted in the army. Since leaving the army, he’s killed many people in the quest for the gold, but that doesn’t make him a ‘good guy’ because he’s a former soldier.

Sugimoto is always trying to tell others how he’s better than they are. He’s better than the convicts because he didn’t break the law. But, if we look at his own actions, he may have been worse than some of the convicts having killed more people than they did. Think of Shiraishi or Nihei. Nihei killed those hunters, but he refused to go off to war and lost his son in the Sino-Japanese war. Therefore, we could argue that based on the number of people killed, Sugimoto is far worse than Nihei as he was almost karmic in his revenge. Furthermore, Nihei even let himself be arrested, he killed the one man but didn’t even fight the police as his revenge was complete and he accepted his fate.

What I’m getting to is that Boutarou is the character who is going to disrupt Sugimoto and make him very uncomfortable and be unable to keep acting like he’s on the ‘right’ side of things. Sugimoto needs to stop othering the convicts and tell himself he’s better than all of them - his own decisions led him to this just like something drove Boutarou to become a pirate and criminal.

I predict that Shiraishi will rush in to stop Sugimoto from killing Boutarou. We still need to learn more about their past and what is the full connection between Shiraishi and Boutarou. There is much more to learn, Shiraishi is too open and frank with him and he lets Boutarou get close to him physically and emotionally.

Hijikata’s group then regroups and decides what to do. Of course Hijikata being the manly man that he is, states he’ll enter if required.

Kirawus then begins to panic that that no one has seen Kadokura. Apparently shooting off the firework was too distracting for him and he didn’t keep track of his drinking buddy. What were you doing man? Where were you? You aren’t very good at these sorts of things?

Kadokura apologizes to Hijikata for failing to stick with him to the end as he lie on the floor of the room with the mash pots. We see Kirawus at his most emotional as he cries out and Kantarou holds him back.

Is Kirawus a softy at heart? I was predicting that he’d have gone in to save him but no, we get a demonstration of Kadokura’s good bad luck as the collapsing building makes a bed for him, tucks him into the futon and even gives him a beer to enjoy.

I personally like this use of extremely unlikely events surrounding him. Sometimes, I find some of the more crass humor in GK to be not my cup of tea, but this sort of absurdist humor is good. For a very action and emotionally charged chapter this is a good resolution of the tension.

Kadokura is rewarded for trying his best by being rescued by the building. Yep, he’s certainly more competent than he appears. Is he the secret weapon of team Hijikata?

Conclusions on these chapters.

As I stated in the title, things are pretty predictable, but rewarding for the readers at least.

Asirpa has shown that when she loses her cool, she leads to her own capture. Separated from Sugimoto, she makes many poor decisions. She tries to leave Koito to be killed by Boutarou. She attacks Tsukishima and Nikaido. She tried to use the poison arrow on Kikuta. As a character who started out with a strong do no harm to other humans, she’s quickly sliding into grey. I think the worst part was almost ignoring Koito. She is hesitant to tell Tsukishima what happened and uses his pause to try to attack him.

Her capture is the worst outcome of events. She should have listened to Kikuta and found another solution. She could have just let Boutarou escape with her and bide her time. It seems that her reckless and aggressive behavior has backfired. Sure, some readers will be like ‘She was just defending herself!’ but without her arrows, she is at a huge disadvantage and should know when to give up. I’m pretty sure that this mindset comes from her being with Sugimoto.

Boutarou will team up with Sugimoto with Shiraishi as the mediator. ‘Cause it is obvious.

Koito is freaked out that he gave away his personal growth, Nikaido is stewing in the background and Tsukishma just looks guilty.

Hijikata’s group will likely retreat with Kadokura leaving Shiraishi, Boutarou, and Sugimoto behind. Since other than Shiraishi, the other two men are just annoyances to Hijikata.

Ogata is somewhere. Is he going to continue his sniper battle or will he retreat? He seemed pretty chill when he walked by Kikuta. The smoke and fire and chaos will really mess with things, but Vasily is likely losing his cool.

Vasily, the character who had potential but currently is lame may be waiting for Ogata? Or maybe he could pull back?

Lastly, where is Kikuta? Does he know that Ogata shot Usami? I can’t help but seeing him stroll into the headquarters of the 27th and be like “Hey everyone. What did I miss?” [as he strikes a sexy pose and lights a cigarette].

It would be neat to learn if they at least chatted about something.

Well that is all for now. Let’s see how the insanity continues to unfold.

#golden kamuy #golden kamuy meta #asirpa #koito otonoshin #tsukishima hajime #tsurumi tokushirou #nikaido #sugimoto saichi #boutarou the pirate #Shiraishi Yoshitake #warrant officer kikuta #kadokura #kirawus #hijikata toshizo

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SO! the other season 4 transformations because they wouldn’t fit with believix but it’s probably better this way because they’re ethereal magic and that’s kinda wonky

Sophix, Amorix, and Aterix (its labeled as Thanatix in my magic master post for some reason?? way to space out on your own transformation name brain), the gifts physical appearance, and Nabu and Duman in Aterix because plot reasons.

The three gifts are grown/formed somewhere in the golden kingdom, and can be used every 300 years but its usually up to the members of the golden kingdom(and the ethereals themselves obvi) when to put them out into the world. They’re classified somewhere between a magical item and a magical substance, acting almost like drugs to a persons magical core. Much of what is known about their formation is recorded in the dairy of Jak Anthebanak, an ambitious wizard from Lynphea who, through some extreme experimenting, grew vines into a portal to the Golden Kingdom. He had very little time to study or note down anything there but the glowing stone circles in the back garden of the main castle seemed to be similar shapes to the gifts and he theorized they slowly emerged from the stone or the stones built up enough power until the gifts could be formed. The ethereal who found him thought the little man was a riot and sent him back alive and unharmed, but with his memory wiped and the portal plants destroyed, only the scribbles in Jak’s field journal survived.

Each gift actually has only enough power to transform 1-2 people, but I drew the girls in all of them because ~*fashion*~. The gifts act as a layer over whatever the affected person is wearing at the time of use(so the girls transform into believix and then use the gift, if they didn’t transform first the gift would just slightly change their normal clothing). The users’ main color changed but their core color/s remain or are added to the outfit. And each gift has lasting effects on the user so the winx have to choose wisely who should use each gift so sophix: Bloom and Tecna Amorix: Musa and Stella Aterix: Aisha and Flora

Sophix: also known as the gift of wisdom. it seems to govern plant, water, earth, animal, and some weather magic. I mentioned the gifts act like drugs, and the closest comparison for Sophix would be a combo of marijuana and LSD. Sophix slows a person’s magical process down and allows them to see and join with the connected elements of the natural world around them, it also suppresses more volatile emotions. It kind of almost turns them into a plant in a weird way. attack magic isn't super strong but defense is a little better. The lasting side effects are pretty serious, the user will experience increased depersonalization, short term memory loss, nausea when eating or drinking, difficulty moving, muscle weakness, and sometimes respiratory issues(like randomly stopping breathing or the lungs feeling smaller that kind of stuff). Bloom and Tecna are some of the least “Nature” based magic users, so they volunteer to use Sophix as its theorized people who use a lot of magic that contradicts the gift’s powers they’ll have less side effects. This is primarily why Flora and Aisha were immediately banned from using sophix by the rest of the winx lol. Flora is basically already a plant and Aisha is 1/4 merm so they didn’t want to mess with their more complex biology.

Amorix: Also known as the gift of heart. It governs temperature, fire, ice, crystals/gems, wind, and human emotions. The drug comparison for Amorix is stimulants(cocaine, meth, etc) with a touch of MDMA/PCP. Amorix hypes a person up and polarizes their body temperature(cold in the middle and hot in the extremities) it also intensifies their emotions and empathy. Attack magic is very strong and defense is p low. The side effects after are chills, hot flashes, intense and sudden mood swings, tremors, aggression or violent behavior, cardiac trouble, and transference(taking on other’s emotions as their own to an unhealthy degree). The choices for who used these depended on who would have the most issues with cold. Musa is tiny, and Stella relies on a certain about of sunlight(ie warmth). Bloom and Tecna both come from colder planets, and their body temps protect them. Aisha and Flora could have also used these but for plot purposes I decided they couldn’t. (Roxy is also protected from the cold automatically by Aurora tho at the time nobody understands whats going on with her lol) Bloom’s fight with Nebula is just straight up dragon fire and rage babey no gift needed.

Aterix: also known as the gift of memory or the black gift. Aterix is the least understood of the gifts but it seems to govern colors, dark/light, pain/numbness death or decay, sleep, and memory. The (very loose) drug comparison are opioids(heroine, morphine) and rohypnol/ketamine, unfortunately with out some of the pain relieving effects. Aterix is also the only gift that can technically effect four people, but you have to have the Ater(the gifted, the person actually using the gift) and the Thrane(the person the gifted uses the aterix spell on). Aterix feels a little bit like swimming, the gifted’s motions aren’t actually slower, but everything feels like it’s slowed down. Their vision is improved, seeing colors and shadows in much more detail, their memory is also heightened to an almost photographic level. Unfortunately they can sense any physical pain around them as if it were their own. The gifted’s emotions are also subdued, as they are receiving so much physical and mental stimulus that area of the brain kind of shuts down. Side effects for the gifted are vision issues, insomnia, narcolepsy, muscle cramps, shooting pains, loss of sensation, intense flashbacks to any trauma, memory loss, and sometimes brief comas. Side effects for the Thrane are either they return to death, or they remain resurrected, in constant physical pain and apathy, lost in memories, confused, slowly moving, never sleeping, never eating, and kind of just miserable.

Timeline changes: So in my version, Flora returns with the Specialists and Duman to Gardenia, she tries to heal him, but his magic is too unstable and the whole fight thing happens, Duman is killed, but he mentioned something about the wizards’ schemes before he died, leading Flora to accept Aterix, and pull him back to life. She compels him to to tell them all what the plan is and then they all rush off to Tir Nan Og. Nabu, as the only practiced male magic user, absorbs all the magic being used to create the vortex, he is unfortunately unable to expel the magic fast enough causing his core to break and Nabu dies. Aisha is understandably distraught, and uses Aterix, trying to get him back. In the commotion the Wizards manage to grab Duman and Flora after they realize they’re connected. and escape to Omega. As things die down Nebula holds her whole rebellion and stuff, and the Winx realize Flora is missing. Aisha is trying to interact with Nabu, and is in denial about his state of suffering so she defaults to anger and joins Nebula in hunting the Wizards down. Meanwhile, the wizards have managed to force Flora to de-transform, leaving Duman in his resurrected state. The winx free Morgana who promises to care for Nabu, and they pursue the fairies and the Wizards to Omega to rescue Flora and talk Aisha down from murder. Flora isn’t considered a threat by the wizards so they just kind of leave her to freeze, but she’s found by the winx and they manage to talk Nebula and Aisha down and the wizards are frozen for eternity(including Duman). Aisha, still in Aterix, returns with a clearer head, and recognizes she can’t leave him in a constant state of suffering, so she removes the Aterix spell from Nabu and returns him to his natural state.

If your wondering why Daphne could be revived but Musa’s mother and Nabu can’t be, it depends on where the spirit is. Daphne was still barely alive when Faragonda transferred/tied her spirit to the Sirenix source. Daphne’s original physical body “died” when her spirit left it, but her spirit was still in this realm. Bloom’s Sirenix wish created a new body based on Daphne’s perception of herself and tied Daphne’s spirit to that in season 5. Musa’s mother’s spirit has long left this realm, and Musa wishing her back would not only be wrong according to the natural world, but its basically magically impossible. Musa would end up with a cheap, mutated, imitation of her mother, lacking memories, personality, and any real “humanity”. Nabu’s spirit left his body. Aterix has power over memory, so it brings back the person’s brain and they can appear to really be back fully, but its painful, unstable, and feels wrong, to both Ater and Thrane since the person isn’t really back. Sorry if this is confusing lol.

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Shownu/Bom

This is for @tophendery‘s birthday! Happy birthday, I love you very much!!!! I have finally finished the Bom/Shownu at a party, which I said I’d write months ago lol. Anyway, here it is, I hope you like it!

This contains: semi-public stuff, oral, fingering, a little bit of cum-eating, and some dirty talk. Also Suho, Wheein, Chanyeol, Minhyuk, and Irene are briefly featured, but not in an nsfw way. Please enjoy!

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“Yep, Chanyeol’s drunk,” Irene mutters from her seat next to Suho.

“What? No, I’m not. I had like, two beers tops,” Chanyeol calls back, abruptly loudly.

“Well, either you’re drunk or you’re trying to give Suho a lap dance sober. Those are the only two possibilities I’m seeing right now.”

Chanyeol looks down to see an incredibly red-faced Suho sitting beneath him and immediately dies laughing. The laughter is cut short by a small burp. “Ok, so maybe I’m like, a little bit drunk.” He turns in his (well, Suho’s) chair to face his flustered friend and ruffles his hair. “But you know I’d give you a lap dance any time baby, drunk or sober.” And with a wink, he clambers clumsily out of Suho’s lap and plops down on the floor right in front of Irene, grinning to himself as though he’s the king of comedy.

It's not unusual for Chanyeol to get a little flirty when he's drunk, so no one's surprised.

Bom takes their focus on Chanyeol as an opportunity to trail her fingers up Shownu’s chest, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “Hmm, that’s an idea. How ‘bout it? Want a lap dance, Shownu?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, and he can tell she’s not completely joking.

He chuckles. “You know I always do. But right now we're with other people. So you’re just gonna have to wait.” He taps her nose and lightly turns her face away from him and back toward everyone else they’re sitting with.

Chanyeol pouts up at Irene, “You’re just jealous.”

Irene scoffs and looks as though she’s about to say something back, but before she can, Minhyuk hops up and all but drags him away. “Come on Chanyeol, we all know Irene wouldn’t touch you with a five-foot pole.” They sit down on the couch next to Bom and Shownu, Minhyuk looking ready to physically restrain Chanyeol the second the moment calls for it.

“That is correct. Chanyeol, write that down.”

Bom faces Shownu again. “What if I don’t care?”

“What?” He looks shocked, but there’s a grin on the edge of his lips

“I think being right in front of everyone could make it better, don’t you?” She’s smirking.

Suho’s voice cuts off their moment.“Chanyeol? I’m not letting you drive home tonight. You can sleep in my guest room, okay?”

“Ooh, maybe Suho appreciated that lap dance more than he was letting on, if you know what I’m saying.”

Shownu reaches an arm around Bom to pull her closer to him and hisses into her ear, “Your hand. It’s on my thigh.”

“Wow, astute. Anything else you’d like to add?” She presses a subtle kiss to his jaw.

“It’s just- well it’s a little hard to focus on what’s going on when you’re like this.” All she does is smile at him.

“I’m sorry I don’t want him dying in a car crash because he tried to drive home drunk. You know, it’s those little things that make our friendship special.” Suho interrupts again. Wheein snatches her opportunity with a gleam. “Oh, the little things, is it? Like your affinity for lap dances from him?” Suho rolls his eyes, but there's no malice behind it. He and Chanyeol kissed drunkenly once like three weeks ago, and he knows teasing comes with that.

Bom runs her hand up and down Shownu’s leg, periodically reaching to squeeze his inner thigh. The rough denim on her hands, his breath catching in his throat, anyone being able to see them. He’s usually the dominant one, and now she’s taking charge. Her stomach flutters, tingles racing up her legs, thrilled with the situation.

He flips her hair to one side of her shoulder and places a soft kiss on her neck. She chooses that moment to put her hand on his dick and squeeze lightly. He gasps into her neck, moving her legs so that they lie on top of his own to at least somewhat cover their actions. Luckily everyone’s pretty drunk, so no one’s paying attention to them.

“But how about this: Suho, if you had to get a lap dance from one of the people here, who would it be? Not that they have to do it obviously. But like, who?” A joyful grin paints Wheein's face as everyone turns to look at Suho. The room goes silent, save for some laughter, anticipating his answer, meaning Bom and Shownu's cover from the conversation is gone. Slowly people are turning to look at them.

Shownu quickly pulls her hand from his crotch and his lips from her neck, bringing the hand in question to his face for a light kiss. The action is smooth, romantic, and almost covers up what they’d been doing.

Chanyeol coos at how sweet it is, clearly out of the loop somewhat, “Aw, guys look, love.”

Minhyuk chuckles, “Yeah, love’s one word for that.”

Suho sighs, “Ok, don’t like this at all. What are we, fourteen?”

“Come on Suho, it’s just for fun. I am incredibly sexy, we'd all understand if you picked me.” Wheein rejuvenates the mood, her contagious laughter a large part of it.

“Wheein, I’m not picking you.”

“You’re avoiding the question.” She sing-songs.

“Yeah, that’s just because it’s Chanyeol. Everyone knows it’s Chanyeol.” Irene smiles gleefully.

“Or maybe he’d rather be giving the lap dance?” Chanyeol adds, winking at Suho who glares at him in response.

“There’s an idea.” Minhyuk is suddenly more invested.

“Ok, Suho, who would you most want to give a lap dance to?” Bom joins the conversation for the first time, and everyone is unphased by her involvement.

Everyone but Shownu. He’s frustrated by her lack of attention on him, pulling her even closer and nuzzling into her neck.

“Aw, did someone miss me?” she coos. He bites her shoulder lightly and then pulls away, warning her to not try and go too far with this dominant role.

“Just so you know, I am incredibly uncomfortable right now.” Both Bom and Shownu’s heads shoot up, apologies on their lips. Then they realize that Suho is just referring to the lap dance question.

“Aw, look how red he is,” Minhyuk calls out and Wheein starts chuckling..

“Shut up, that’s just from the alcohol.”

“That’s not less embarrassing.” Wheein squeals, leaning her head back and almost falling over, laughter spilling from her loudly. “Okay sorry, sorry, we’re done.”

The question dissipates, and everyone calms down a bit, leaving some silence as they settle further into their seats, listening to the music sleepily.

Meanwhile, Shownu mutters to Bom, “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

“What?” She looks at him questioningly, shock and intrigue written across her face. “You mean... actually having sex with everyone here?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted to do baby? Come on, it’ll be fun.”

She pauses for a second. “Yeah ok. But let’s wait until a better time to leave. Everyone’s gonna ask us what’s going on if we go in the middle of nothing.”

He’s surprised by her quick agreement and gives her a kiss on the cheek, sweetly murmuring “I love you.”

Minhyuk can tell that they want to get away, so he says, "Guys, I think gin is the best kind of alcohol." Immediately a debate ensues because "Is he out of his goddamn mind?" He chuckles to himself: it's almost too easy.

Their leaving is still noticed of course, but no one gives it a second thought, too wrapped up in Minhyuk's blasphemy.

Their walk to the bathroom is sweet. Shownu's arm lies around her shoulder, and she plays with his fingers as they walk, kissing the tips every once in a while. At some point, they speed up, practically racing each other down the hallway. Peals of their laughter ring out. The almost-obnoxious, giggle-over-nothing kind that people do when they’re with the person they love.

Once they get to the bathroom it’s a whole other story. The giddy enjoyment of each other’s presence fades into something sultrier. Delight and adulation flipping to lust and intimacy in a heartbeat. Giggles to kisses. Squeals to breaths.

The moment the door is closed Shownu presses Bom against it. One of his hands goes behind her head and the other to the side of her face, until they both weave into her hair. Hers are pressed against his chest, fingertips digging in for a bit of leverage.

The kiss starts simple yet insistent. Lips pressing, hands touching, hair pulled gently. Light pants fill the room.

Bom gasps into the kiss as it gets more intense, hand moving from his chest to his bicep and squeezing.

The wood digs into Bom's back (because of course Suho would have doors with intricate wood detailing). The slight scratch of it makes everything feel rawer, more spontaneous.

Shownu encloses her upper lip particularly softly, his tongue moving slowly further into her mouth. As he pulls away to catch his breath, she captures his bottom lip with her teeth, pressing gently and reveling in the groan he lets out.

Shownu picks her up by her waist and swings her around to sit on the sink, and she lets out a caught off guard giggle. She pulls him in by his hair, switching to kissing his neck, careful not to leave any marks. He moans as she bites his earlobe gently, and grabs onto her thighs, kneading the skin. She kisses lightly along his jaw, almost to the point where it tickles, before moving back over his mouth, kissing him deeply.

Grabbing her ass, Shownu pulls her into him closer, wrapping her legs around his hips and grinding into her smoothly. She pulls away from the kiss to moan, hot breath blowing across his lips.

He pulls down her tank top, moaning into her shoulder, hands instinctively reaching for her breasts over her bra. Then, just as quickly, he pulls the straps down her arms and brings the bra to rest with her shirt. Not bothering to unclasp or fully take off either, they pool around her stomach.

Bom kicks off her heels right as he goes to touch her, grabbing her tits in quite an aggressive fashion.

“Oh fuck,” she mutters in response to him lightly pinching her nipple. Her arms and legs wrap tighter around him, trying to pull him further toward her. It’s always amazed him how much she responded just from her touching her boobs.

He begins kissing down her neck and chest. It’s slower than before, more relaxed. Less of a flurry of touches and more calculated. He’s teasing her, wanting to see if he can get her to really beg before he begins truly touching her.

Beg is a bit of a stretch, but about a minute into the teasing she gets a little fed up, whining at him, trying to grind her hips into his to emphasize what she wants.

In an instant he’s back at her lips. “Shhh, they can't hear us.” he breathes as he kisses her, all the while unbuttoning her jeans.

“They know exactly what we’re doing, it doesn't matter. Just make me come.” By this point her jeans have been hurriedly pushed to the floor. He’s gently touching her inner thighs, not quite what she wants, but enough to make her legs jumpy.

“They know what we’re doing, but that’s not the same as getting to hear those sounds you make, baby. Now keep a little quiet.” He’s touching her over her underwear, tracing infuriating shapes with the tips of his fingers.

This seems to be her tipping point. She grabs his hand, directing him to push harder against her, “Please, Shownu. Please.” He smirks and slips his hand inside her underwear.

He groans at how wet she is, lightly swirling his fingers before really starting to finger her. She sighs, relief at finally being touched quickly fading into a need for more.

Her thighs clench around his legs, as if trying to hold him to her forever. Her hands thread through his hair, pulling his lips incessantly against hers.

His free hand goes to her ass, encouraging her to rock against his fingers.

He kisses away from her lips to her ear, whispering, “I wanna hear you try not to make noise.” She gasps, and somehow the reminder that she could be heard makes it all that much harder to stay quiet.

Or it could be the way Shownu then picks up the pace of his fingers, sending tingles throughout her with each movement. Or the way his thumb rubs at her clit, almost sloppily, but constant, burning a fire through her. His whispers in her ear. His smell, the warmth of the room, the feeling of his body pressed against hers. The whole moment is consuming.

Little moans escape her lips, each one making Shownu groan in response.

He curves his fingers just right, and suddenly it’s impossibly more intense.

“Oh fuck,” she whines out, a little too loudly. She tightens her hold on him, arms gripping into his back like he’s her connection to sanity. She starts shaking and then tips over the edge. “Fuck fuck fuck” she whispers against him, panting as she comes down.

Shownu pulls his fingers from her and she hisses, grabbing them and bringing them to her lips. She smiles, relishing the post-orgasm haze she’s in and the soothing action of sucking on his fingers.

Speaking of which...

Bom hops off the sink, kissing him. “My turn,” she lilts. About to go to her knees she notices that his shirt is still on. “Off, off, off, off, off” she chatters, pulling.

She runs her fingers down his chest as she sinks to her knees, quickly unbuckling his pants, letting them fall to the ground on their own.

She looks up at him and sticks out her tongue to lick his tip. He lets out a little grunt, and she grins. She relishes getting him all worked up and then making him absolutely fall apart every time.

As she kisses down the side of his dick he reaches out a hand to hold onto the sink.

Slowly she drags her tongue back up and wraps her lips around the tip, just barely sucking and stroking the rest of him with her hand. Soon she starts to get lower on his cock, moving up and down tantalizingly slowly.

He closes his eyes and leans his head back, the hand not gripping the sink running through her hair. He begins to thrust gently into her mouth, almost instinctively. She loves when he does that and whines against him, reaching to hold onto his hips to pull him into her faster. The way he flips from mild-mannered and gentle to aggressive, never fails to make her head spin.

She looks up at him as he fucks her face, gagging a little bit but mainly enjoying having his dick in her mouth.

Shownu is panting, looking at her through barely open eyes, muttering variants of fuck and beautiful.

“Bom, baby, fuck, I’m gonna come, oh my god,” he warns her, as if the strengthening grip in her hair and his shaking legs didn’t make it clear enough.

So she pulls away right as he starts, his cum hitting her in the face. She scrunches up her eyes and giggles, popping up to show him. His arms go to her waist, pulling her in close to him. He kisses her all over, slowly wiping away the cum with his lips.

“You, are very sexy,” he chuckles and she giggles back. “But you can’t go back to our friends with my cum all over your face.” He grabs a washcloth, wets it in the sink, and begins legitimately wiping her face off.

They slowly get dressed, attempting to look as non-disheveled as possible, grinning at each other all the while.

#monsta x smut #shownu smut #bom smut #2ne1 smut #bom #shownu #writing #i tried my best lolol #i hope you like it!!#HAPPY BIRTHDAY

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 37 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters or to read on AO3, click here! XOXO!

Chapter Summary: Courtney and Adore begin repairing their friendship, slowly but surely.

Chapter 37: I Have Confidence

“Bonnie!” Courtney flung herself into Bonnie’s arms, causing the older woman to laugh and put down the tongs, stepping away from the grill.

“Hiya darlin’, how are you?”

“I’m good now.” Courtney’s voice was soft, muffled in her hair.

“Dory told me you were coming, so I threw on a couple of veggie burgers.” Bonnie gestured to the grill.

“Aww, thank you!”

“Do you still eat cheese, or have you gone all the way to the dark side?” Bonnie held up a package of jack cheese, which she was about to put on the burgers.

“Cheese is fine,” Courtney laughed. “Although you know I’m really here for your macaroni salad.”

“Hey, Court? You wanna stop hanging on my poor mother and help me set the table?” Adore called from the other side of the patio, arms full.

“Coming!” Courtney pressed one last kiss to Bonnie’s cheek before skipping over to happily fold napkins, just as Angie came outside with a couple of serving bowls.

As she laid out the silverware, Courtney looked up at Adore, setting the condiments at one end of the table. She snatched a piece of red pepper from the veggie tray and grinned, thrilled to be here with her best friend and surrogate family on this beautiful, breezy Spring evening.

Adore smiled back, the light in her hazel eyes making Courtney’s heart nearly burst with happiness.

“Who wants toasted buns?” Bonnie called.

“I do!” Courtney exclaimed, eyes glittering with amusement at the joke she knew by now was coming.

“Well then, come sit on the grill…”

Adore and Angie both groaned, but Courtney laughed uproariously as if it was the first time she’d ever heard Bonnie’s lame joke.

“Why are you encouraging her?” Adore asked, slinging an arm around Courtney’s shoulders and guiding her towards the house to get the rest of the food.

“She’s cute. I missed her-” Courtney stopped suddenly, not wanting to kill the jovial mood, but Adore nodded.

“She missed you too,” Adore said, tossing Courtney another smile before she entered the house.

Courtney took a deep breath, grateful and happy, and then followed her inside.

Trinity adjusted her pillow behind her back, accidentally jostling the porch swing and Willam on the other side.

Willam had joined Trinity at her Granny's for the weekend. He never missed an opportunity to get some homemade cornbread, mac and cheese, and Granny Bonet’s Famous Peach Cobbler.

Plus Granny Bonet was sweet as pie, soft-spoken with a roaring laugh. She always seemed genuine when asking Willam what he has been up to since they last had seen each other, never making him feel any different than her own grandkids.

"Shit, Trin! Don't make me drop the weed." Willam snapped, adjusting the book on his legs.

"Sorry, sorry. This thing was stabbing me in the back," she said, finally getting the pillow in place and turning to get comfortable.

"Eh, Fuck it!" Willam shrugged, taking the half-open joint to his mouth and wrapping it closed. "If I can roll up while Violet is driving, I can fucking roll anywhere. That bitch drives like she’s playing Mario Cart."

Trinity burst into laughter, nodding her head in agreement unable to vocalize.

"I don't understand how the hell she even got her license," Willam snorted, spurred on by Trinity’s giggles.

"It's really not that bad," Trinity said, finally trying to defend their friend.

Willam gave an incredulous look over the flame he quickly ran over the joint.

"It's more so when she's impatient," Trinity clarified.

"Oh." Willam rolled his eyes before actually lighting and taking a quick intake. “So, all the time.”

"She's gotten better recently. I think Pearl's been helping her or something," Trinity shrugged, grabbing the joint.

"Wait, what? Pearl doesn't even have a car. That's not right." Willam sat up, staring seriously at Trinity.

Trinity held his gaze, intrigued by the wheels turning in his head. What could he be thinking?

"They're having sex!" Willam finally exclaimed triumphantly.

"What? No!" Trinity’s brow furrowed.

Willam shook his head and continued, "Actually, it's pretty obvious. And right under our noses. Violet’s one sneaky bitch."

"No, no, no, no, no," Trinity coughed, deep and loud.

"Yes!"

"Do you really think Violet is over Fame though?" Trinity asked, intentionally rocking the swing as Willam took another hit.

"Well, yeah. Or...maybe. Probably. At least, she should be."

"No." Trinity shook her head adamantly. “She’s definitely not.”

"Okay, Trin. If Pearl and Violet haven't hooked up already; they will. I bet you that."

"Bet what? Because I don't even know if Pearl is really Violet's type," Trinity hesitated.

"How so?"

"Like compatibility...in bed and stuff like that. You know Violet is forward and aggressive and Pearl seems sort of nonchalant but in the ‘you can't tell me what to do’ kind of way. Violet has to be the boss, and Pearl doesn’t seem like she’d let her. Incompatible." Trinity shrugged, snatching the joint from her cousin’s hand. “Don’t forget to share, dick.”

"Hold up! And how would you know what either of them is like in bed? You’ve given this a lot of thought, cuz." Willam looked genuinely shocked and confused.

“It’s just a guess,” Trinity said, rolling her eyes. She put the joining to her lips, inhaling deeply, even as her cheeks darkened in embarrassment. “I mean, you know, it’s not like I obsess over it or anything...shut up.”

“Omigod, Trin, are you gonna start lezzing out with those whores?”

Trinity started coughing and laughing, shaking her head.

“Never say never,” she wheezed, laughing even harder at the scandalized look on his face.

“What’s so funny?” Roy asked, tapping on Courtney’s thigh. She was sitting next to him in the booth at Denny’s, giggling to herself over something on her phone for about the 20th time since they’d sat down. They were with April and Bob, getting a late snack after the movies, and her mind was clearly elsewhere.

“Oh, um...sorry. Adore just sent me this-” Courtney gave a sheepish smile. “You know what, it’s not important.” She closed her phone and stuffed it into her jacket pocket.

“Well, thanks for finally joining us,” Roy said. He was going for lighthearted, but it came out a bit cross and scolding.

“Sorry, daddy,” Courtney teased, causing April to burst out laughing and Roy to make an even grumpier face. She stole a French fry off his plate, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

“I think she needs a spanking,” Bob said, and Courtney turned to stick her tongue out at him.

“You need a spanking,” she informed Bob.

“Hell yeah I do.” He cast a sly look over at April. “You wanna spank me?”

“Not especially,” April said, feigning boredom as she sipped her strawberry milkshake.

“What about you, Court?” Bob wiggled his eyebrows. “Want to teach me how to behave?”

“You’re sick,” Courtney said.

“Come on, someone must want to punish me,” Bob whined, and then yelled, “Ow!” as Roy kicked him hard under the table.

“You’re welcome,” Roy said. “Now eat your chicken fingers.”

Courtney laughed, then felt her phone buzz in her pocket, fingers itching to open it and see what Adore might have sent. She reached inside; even just touching it made her feel better. When Roy got into a heated debate with Bob over whether the Jackass crew was in fact funny, she quickly flipped it open and checked.

ADORE: LOL but can you blame me?

COURTNEY: Of course not. You’re only human.

Courtney finished sending the text, quickly putting her phone back, when she looked up and saw April gazing knowingly at her. She shrugged guiltily, pulling her root beer float over and taking a sip.

Once Courtney and Adore made up, play practice became about ten times as fun. They didn’t have any scenes together, so whenever one of them was on stage, the other would be cheering them on silently from the wings.

Courtney was especially supportive once the performances began—not once leaving during Adore’s big solo, ready to leap out and fight anyone who would dare upset her this year. Fortunately, the protestors stayed home. Apparently, as Mrs. Maguire thought, just the words ‘Sound of Music’ were enough to appease them. They didn’t bother watching to see the genderqueer lead, lesbian nuns, drag queen baroness or gay messenger boy mincing about.

Closing night was a bit bittersweet for Roy—after all, he’d had a starring role in every show his entire 4 years there. College would be different, and he knew that this part of his life was now officially over. Courtney hugged him tight, and Adore teasingly told him that it was okay if he wanted to cry.

“Fuck off,” he said, burying his face into Courtney’s hair.

“What, I’m serious! We’re all very impressed at this display of emotion,” Adore said.

“Yeah, it really shows how secure you are in your masculinity,” Courtney added with a wink.

“Ugh! You’re both assholes!” Roy said before he stomped off stage.

“Hmm. I guess he’s not that secure,” Adore commented, and she and Courtney both began to giggle again.

As May bled into June, days getting longer and warmer, Adore began to feel antsy for summer to begin. One Saturday, she invited Courtney for an old-fashioned sleepover in the tree house, just like the good old days, and Courtney enthusiastically agreed. It was their first one in almost a year, and both girls were excited to reconnect, but maybe a bit nervous. There was still so much that they’d never said to each other. Still so much that they didn’t know how to put into words.

Adore climbed up the ladder with pizza and drinks, just as Courtney finished laying out the sleeping bags.

“Pizza delivery!”

“Ooh, yay!” Courtney exclaimed. “And um...I stole this from the liquor cabinet. Hopefully Adam won’t miss it.”

She produced a nearly full bottle of Jack Daniels, which impressed Adore, and made her send a grateful little prayer to Karen’s latest boyfriend.

“Thanks, Adam!”

Feeling like she could use a little something to help her relax, Courtney took a big swig from the bottle.

“Ugh, this is disgusting!” Courtney winced at the bitter taste, giggling.

“There's Coke too,” Adore said, and off Courtney's horrified expression, clarified, “Coca-cola, you dumbass. You can use it as a chaser.” She gestured to the white bag on top of the pizza box.

“Oh. Right.” Courtney flashed an apologetic grin and pulled a bottle of Coke from the bag, taking a sip.

Adore shook her head, chuckling, taking the bottle from her.

“Here…” She poured some of the soda out the window, then carefully replaced it with Jack, taking a sip to make sure the ratio was right before adding a little more alcohol. “Perfect.”

“Ugh, Adore!” Courtney opened the pizza box, groaning. “There’s pepperoni all over it!”

“Oh shit.”

“Gross…”

“Sorry!” Adore said, explaining, “I haven’t been hanging out with a lot of vegetarians lately, I forgot. Here, I’ll eat the pepperoni off for you.”

“Then there will still be pepperoni juice,” Courtney whined.

“You’re such a pain in the ass. Pepperoni is barely an animal. I don’t even know what animal it is!”

“Yeah. Don’t you think that’s a problem?” She pushed the pizza aside and dug into the bag of cheesy bread instead.

“Well. Sorry,” Adore said again, and Courtney leaned back, giving her a smile before taking another swig of Jack and Coke.

“It’s cool, I can eat this.”

“So…” Adore traced the edge of the sleeping bag with her finger, by now a bit sleepy and rocking a healthy buzz, finding herself realizing again just how much she’d missed her best friend. She felt bad, wished she could take back all the months of silence. But instead, she settled for trying her best to find out how her life was going these days. “...How are things with Roy?”

“Good. Great, actually,” Courtney sighed. “He’s the best.”

“He really loves you a lot,” Adore said, the memory of their argument a few weeks back still fresh in her mind. How Roy was the one who, in spite of everything, got her to make up with Courtney—and all because he wanted his girlfriend to be happy. It was disgustingly sweet, actually.

“Yeah. It’s gonna be so weird when he’s gone next year…” Courtney said.

“Oh, right. Shit. How’re you gonna survive?” They’d been joined at the hip for so long now that Adore couldn’t imagine what school—or life—would be like for Courtney without him.

“I’ll manage,” Courtney said, rolling over onto her side. “Anyway, he’s going to UCLA, so he’s only gonna be a few hours away. I’ll probably still see him all the time.”

“That’s cool.” Adore took another sip of their makeshift cocktail, swallowing down her residual bitterness about Roy and Courtney’s perfect teen romance along with the whiskey.

“What about you. Any...special girls I should know about?” Courtney asked carefully. She took the bottle from Adore’s hands.

“Special girls? Okay mom.”

“Shut up, you know what I mean! Anyone who-”

“Nah.” Adore shook her head slowly.

“Do you and Violet still ever-”

“No,” Adore said, not even letting her get out the question. “We both realized that it was super toxic, and we’re much better off as friends. And this time, it feels like it’s stuck.”

“And Pearl?”

“Pearl?” Adore furrowed her brow, shaking her head. She and Pearl were still in that weird place where things were almost flirty but not. And she was still the only one who knew the whole truth about what happened with Courtney. It was too hard to explain, so instead she just said, “No. Although she has been really great this year. You know...with everything.”

Courtney took another sip, nearly polishing off the bottle, and Adore crawled over to make a new one.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.” Adore once again poured the Coke out the window—this time maybe a bit more, and then replaced the contents with Jack.

It was a few moments before Courtney spoke again. She appeared to be collecting her thoughts.

“How did you know that you were gay? Or...when…did you start thinking about it?”

Adore turned around, head tilted.

“Where’d this come from?”

“I’m just curious. You never really talked to me about it.” Courtney held a pillow in her arms, hair falling across her eyes.

Adore considered what to say, how honest to actually be in this moment, deciding that a few lies of omission were probably the best idea for everyone.

“I guess I always sort felt a little...different. And then when Violet started tutoring me, she kind of guessed? And she made me feel like...I don’t know. It was normal. Or at least, okay.”

“Of course it’s okay,” Courtney assured her, then asked, “So...was she the first girl you ever...had feelings for?”

Adore’s tongue felt thick in her mouth. She didn’t want to lie, not tonight when they were supposed to be bonding. But on the other hand, they’d only recently found their way back to each other, and what if she destroyed their delicate new reality? She didn’t think she could bear another fight, another period of loneliness like she’d had this year.

“Um...I guess I had little crushes before, but nothing that ever...went anywhere,” Adore finally said. Which was true.

“Oh yeah? Like who?” It was a fair question. A casual question. Her best friend showing interest in the inner workings of her heart.

“Uh…” Adore racked her brain for an answer that would satisfy her. “Remember that counselor we had at drama camp? Asia?”

Courtney did remember—she was a pretty Black girl with a dazzling smile, funny and lively but always sure to keep them in line.

“Oh yeah. She was cute,” Courtney nodded approvingly.

“And of course, um...Shakira.”

“Of course.” Courtney giggled, then bit her lip. “Anyone else?”

“Oh! Remember that girl who worked at Video Village? With the pink hair and all the piercings?” Adore grinned slyly, starting to have fun with this walk down memory lane.

“Her?!” This one, Courtney didn’t seem to appreciate, but Adore just shrugged.

“Yeah! She was hot.”

Courtney took another thoughtful sip from the bottle before asking, “Have you ever liked a boy?”

“I used to try to make myself like boys,” Adore said. “Or, imagine that I did. But it was always just some dumb pop star or something. Like...remember Ashley Parker Angel?”

“No. Who?!” Courtney looked utterly confused, brow furrowed.

“The blond from O-Town.”

“O-Town!” Courtney giggled gleefully, a hiccup escaping her as she passed the bottle back to Adore. “Omigod. You had their picture on your binder and no one could figure out why.”

“Yeah, I know. Their music was terrible,” Adore admitted.

“They made music?”

Adore laughed, shaking her head.

“And god, even my fake crushes were dudes with girl names…”

This made Courtney giggle some more, holding her pillow tighter. Her eyes drifted shut for a moment.

“What about you?” Adore asked.

Courtney’s eyes popped back open.

“What about me?”

“You ever like a girl?” Adore teased, poking her in the ribs. Fully expecting her to squeal in disgust, or burst out laughing.

But instead, Courtney looked back at her and said, “Besides you?”

Adore stared back at her for a long, heated moment. A million thoughts swirled in her head, but none so strong as the realization that Courtney was just fucking around, making her pay for her teasing. Adore started to laugh, shaking her head.

“Good one, bitch.”

Overcome with an impulse she couldn’t ignore, Courtney leaned forward and pressed her lips to Adore’s. And for a moment, it was perfect—Adore’s soft lips against hers, breath sweet and smoky from the drinks. And then Courtney felt a hand on her shoulder, shoving her backward.

Courtney clapped a hand over her mouth. What was wrong with her? This was exactly how she’d fucked things up last time. Her cheeks blazed red.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“I know,” Adore said hoarsely.

Courtney’s eyes filled with tears, terrified that this time, she’d fucked up for good.

“Are you mad?” she whispered.

“No.” Adore shook her head, giving a wry smile and reaching forward to pry the bottle from her fingers. “But you’ve probably had enough of this.”

Courtney let out a relieved chuckle, tension leaving her body as she laid back down against the bean bag chair. Things were okay; they were still friends and everything was back to normal. Or at least, as normal as possible.

“Dory?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you snuggle with me?” she asked, voice soft and tentative.

Adore turned to her friend, giving a gentle nod, saying “Of course,” before curling up beside her.

For a second, as she breathed in, Adore realized that Courtney must have switched shampoos. The scent of her hair was different, and the unfamiliarity of it gave Adore a strange pang of sadness.

But then, as they settled in some more, Adore realized that lingering beneath the surface was something she knew very well, something innately her that would never go away, no matter what perfumes she might use. And that, the sameness, was enough to make her smile to herself, arms wrapping tightly around Courtney as she pulled her in close.

#rpdr fanfiction #tree house kisses #scorpio #veronica #adorney #adore delano #courtney act #bianca del rio #bitney #bob the drag queen #trinity k bonet #willam belli #lesbian au #high school au #angst #fluff

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I should’ve walked away | pt. 2

[In which he says everything he needs to say]

Warnings: mentions of terminal illness, tears, curse words

[If this sucks i’m sorry:/ i have never been good with part twos unlike some other talented writers out there, who are killing it lol]

[But anyways, i hope you guys like this. Sorry for taking this so long!]

You thought that heartbreak will only last for a couple weeks. But you were wrong about that.

The night after you left the party was also the night you went back home to your small apartment. You blocked his number right after you reached your home, have no absolutely intention on rekindling the relationship,

You called your mother and told her about everything whilst your cried. She tried to calm you down but it didn’t work. You weren’t crying over the fact that your relationship with Harry had ended, but you were crying over how completely different Harry was that night. And how his friends were no better than him. That broke your heart to pieces, because you had been together for three years and expected that Harry was the guy that everyone talked about on the media. Yet, they proved you wrong.

Sobs were uncontrolled as you cried to your mom, cursing him over and over but surprisingly, although you told your mom how disrespectful Harry and his friends had been to both of you, she only sighed to herself and smiled softly. Knowing that this would happen either way, because your family were never been blessed with good wealth and people will always look down on you no matter what. She knew that already so she wasn’t disappointed nor hurt.

But she also knew Harry is a good person. Though only had a chance of meeting him once, he was the most polite and kindest man you have ever dated. She told you herself and she remembered how pink your cheeks were when you blushed, it was truly the most heartwarming and cutest thing your mother ever had to witness.

Now, those days were over. To you. You swore to yourself to never ever fall back to the arms of a man who is disrespectful towards your mother.

It is four months later after your break up with Harry and you’d be lying if you say you didn’t miss him. During work or during your sleepless nights, he would always manage to find his way to sneak in to your mind and it’s hard for you to get rid of those thoughts.

Harry is suffering just the same as you. Perhaps even worse.

He is not himself anymore. After he spat those terrible things towards the only woman he’s ever loved and he’s ever going to marry, he could never forgive himself. He blames himself for your departure, he curses himself for using your insecurities against you and that was not fair.

He’s very much aware of how privileged he is and so are the people around him, yet he decided to go and rub it on your face. Even made fun of your mother’s income. His mother would be livid if she finds out how terrible he treated you. Anne favours you very much, she always have.

This year, turns out to be a not pretty good year for you. Your mother had informed you four months ago that your sister, have been adapted with cancer. Both treatments and surgery costs $30,000 combined and you have no idea how to earn that much money in less than three months to pay for them all. Especially when you only have one job while you have classes to attend to.

But you made up your mind. You decided to drop out of college and started to take three jobs—which are not really helping at all, the money aren’t enough just yet— to pay for the surgery. The university offers you to pay for all of your tuition including the living costs, in order for you to stay because you’re one of the best students and they don’t want to let you go.

However, you declined. It’s not fair and you have always been taught by your parents to work hard on your own. Earn your money and one day all of your blood, sweat and tears will pay off. Someday.

“Want me to close this one up, darling?”

Your lovely co-worker, Maria asks. She’s a couple years older than your mom and have been nothing but nice to you ever since you applied for this job. She knows all about your problem as well. Harry, his friends, the money, everything and she doesn’t judge you. You’re grateful for that,

With a smile, you nod your head softly at her as your eyes starting to get heavier. “Are you fine with that? Don’t wanna be a bother”

Maria scoffs, waving you off as she locks the cabinet. “You were never a bother, Y/N. Go get some rest, you do have another job to work at tomorrow don’t you?”

Again, you nod. Untying your white apron and fold it neatly, putting it inside your tote bag. You hug Maria as you thank her and kisses her cheek before walking out of the shop to walk home,

You see, for the past four months you work as a bartender on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday, from 11 am - 3 am. A waitress at a diner on Wednesday and Friday, from 6.30 am - 12 pm and babysitting on Saturday. So the only day you don’t have work is Sunday, where you spend it almost everyday just sleeping. Wether in your bed or the couch.

Tired is the perfect description about your daily life. Though your friends are all dying to meet up with you, you know you can’t. You have absolutely no social life and you’re just waiting for all of this to end. But you’re not sure when.

As soon as you step inside your small apartment, you lock the door and throw your keys on the counter before walking upstairs and run yourself a bath. You decide to spoil yourself for a few moments then go to bed,

Harry is suffering.

His days are supposed to be the days where he should write new songs for his next album. But the papers are only filled with dozens of messages he wanted to say to you. Crumpled and ruined. In which he have no slight intention on throwing them away because the paper is the only source he gets to say what he wants to say. And he can’t no longer say them to you,

He knows you’ve blocked his number, he’s hurt to say at least. Numerous voicemails and messages he sent were left unopened. The thing that drives him even crazier is that he doesn’t even know where you live! He needs to know wether you’re okay or not, are you eating well enough, drink enough water or not. Or have you found someone else that can love and care for you the way he does?

The thought of you finding someone else hurt his heart but he understands why. He has to. You’ve put up with his shit—his friends included— longer than anyone else does. That’s why he loves you.

His tears hasn’t stopped either. Everyday he wakes up, and finds himself crying over you, wanting you back in his arms. Every night he falls asleep with the thought of you on his mind makes him cry while he hugs your perfume scented pillow tightly against his chest. If he can’t hold you close to his heart then maybe your pillow will do.

“You want anything, mate?” Jeff swings the door open, voice fills with concern and fear. Ever since that night happened, Harry has done nothing but cold to his friends. Except for his band.

He shakes his head, rubbing his slightly red nose with his eyes glued on the journal. “No.”

With his one simple worded answer only leaves Jeff to nod his head, grabbing his black coat from the sofa and walk out of the studio.

Mitch looks over at Sarah for a split second before settling his eyes back on the piece of white paper,

“Have you... tried to talk to her? Perhaps, reach out to her again.” Mitch asks, carefully looking up.

Mitch learns that whenever he or anyone for that matter mentions your name, he gets aggressive then cries. So he reminds himself everyday and to everyone to be careful everytime they want to speak with Harry. He’s a fragile human being right now,

Harry lets out a small sarcastic laugh, closing his journal and lean his back against the couch. “Of course i did. Many times. But she never even answered my call or text. Her friend Jenna left me on read when i asked her to tell me about how Y/N is doing. It’s hopeless, besides it’s months ago. I bet Y/N has already forgotten about me.”

His voice cracks as the last sentence comes falls from his lips. Grabbing a water bottle from the table, he takes a slow sip as his eyes begins to water and he has to inhale deeply to keep them from falling,

Sarah looks down, sighing to herself. “You’re saying that as if it’s her fault for forgetting about you that fast.”

“I wasn’t-“

“Need i to remind you that you were the one who compared her to Kendall. From her appearance to her income. Her job wasn’t fancy or popular, yeah i get that but she was struggling, Harry. Did you ever learn that your girlfriend was an immigrant when she came here? Finding a job with such a reputation was hard for people like her! They don’t immediately give you the chance to work as models, fashion stylists or musical producers like us! Think about that Harry. Or were you too wrapped up around Kendall’s or any Victoria’s Secret models fingers that you had the audacity to bring your ex girlfriend down like that!”

“Sarah” Mitch tries, trying to keep her calm,

But she isn’t having any of it. “No, Mitch he needs to hear this!” She protests as she looks over at Mitch then back again at Harry. “You out of all people should know that! You were her boyfriend for fuck sake! And she didn’t need any of you snobby asses to remind her where her insecurities lay! She already knows she don’t fit in! She knows her place Harry, and she knows she’s not as pretty as Kendall Jenner, Camille, or Georgia or Nadine. Stop moping around and hope that people will have sympathy for you because you don’t deserve mine!” She snaps, breathing in heavily and stands up to walk away, trying to calm her down,

Harry is struck. Sarah is known to be one of those people who rarely gets angry because she seems to be walking in a ray of sunshine everyday, a sweet smile never leaves her face. As if there’s nothing can bring her down.

But today is completely different, Harry watched Sarah as she outed everything she had deep down in her heart. You and Sarah have always been so close, you two are like one of those two best friends in high school. The Betty to her Veronica. And to see Harry broke your heart, played a insecurity against you made her cry too. She was disappointed in Harry.

Still, Harry can’t accept the fact that Sarah put all the blame on him when you were the one who chose to walk away.

“I love her, Sarah. What makes you think that i would intentionally hurt her like that? That night, she was the one who walked out on me. I told her that i would help her, support her, financially and emotionally. She was my girlfriend but she left!” He bursts, looking up at his bandmate with his nose flaring in anger,

Sarah looks at him in disbelief and lets out a sarcastic laugh. “And have you, really?” She questions, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know, she thought about leaving you for a long time Harry. Way before we celebrated your victory win at that club. But she stayed. Did you know? She fucking stayed. Because to her it didn’t matter if the world was against her, if the fans hated the two of you together, or even if your exes stared her down like she was a peasant. All she ever needed was you. You and Y/N against the fucking world.”

Sarah leaves it at that, before walking away from the two of them. She needs to cool down before she completely loses it,

Harry looks down on his lap, taking each and every word of hers and input them in his brain. He bites down his lip trying to contain the tears that are threatening to spill from his eyes. He presses the home button of his phone and see a picture of you laying on the bed, wearing nothing but a white duvet to cover your naked body. A toothy grin stretches over your pretty face with your eyes closes a bit,

He smiles sadly at the memory. He remembers taking the picture on the next morning after making love to you all night. It was the best night of his life, he got to hold the woman of his dreams and the dimpled smile never leave his face. He wishes he never let you walk away. He should’ve beg you to stay that night. He swears that the day after he met you, he would leave his career and dreams behind if it means being with you forever. Yes. He thought of forever and it doesn’t scared him. But it’s all too late is it?

“I miss you” he whispers, tracing a finger over your picture on his wallpaper. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m really sorry.” He gives a small peck on his phone where your lips are, imagining that you were also there with him.

It doesn’t matter if it hurts him. Because nothing compares to what he has done to you few months ago

“Here are your hot cakes and coffee?” You smile sweetly at the customer, placing her orders on the table,

“Thank you, can i have a napkin please?” The customer smiles back, reaching over for the coffee and take a sip,

You nod your head, telling her that you’ll be right back before going over behind the counter and grabs a pink napkin, handing it to her.

“Is lover boy coming today?” Maria asks, as she places the order on the tray and giving it to you,

Rolling your eyes, you tell her to knock it off. Earning a loud giggle falls from her lips,

“What? That man has done nothing but come here to see you. And he only comes to your shifts! Don’t tell me that he’s not in love with you”

“Maria, no!” You laugh, picking up the tray full of food and handing it to the other waitress, “he’s just been so... supportive of me. I mean-he’s been helping me taking care of my mom and sister. Did you know that he offers to pay Beatrice’s surgery?”

Maria gapes, halting her moves as she stares at you. “That’s amazing!”

However you give her a look and a slight chuckle. “Don’t get too excited, i turned that offer down.”

The answer you give, wipes the bright smile off Maria’s face. “What? Why? Y/N! A kind and handsome man who’s been there for you through these past difficult months offers you to pay your sister’s surgery and you said no? Are you kidding me, honey?”

Nope. You aren’t. Sure it sounds good to have someone pay for something so important and urgent but you can’t let him do it. Not when this man is associated with your one and only former boyfriend who has the same circle of friends that will tear you apart all over again. You can’t go through the same thing twice.

Yes. Former boyfriend as in Harry Edward Styles. Dean is his right hand when it comes to writing the lyrics. He participates 80% on his first solo album, meaning that he plays a big role on his music and that’s very important to him. Dean is one of Harry’s good friends as well, though you had never seen them hang out that much.

The two of you have become close after your messy break up with Harry. Dean reached out to you and sent his love, and truly you didn’t expect that. You’ve never interacted with Dean before then to found out that he called you by his number, left you surprised. In a good way.

Ever since, Dean has been very kind and supportive towards you. He takes you home sometimes, whenever he gets the chance. He brings you food at late night though you tell him numerous times that you weren’t hungry, he knows you’re lying so he did it anyway. He knows that you don’t have the best place to lay your head since months ago. The small and crappy apartment that you only managed to afford for now, isn’t exactly the best one yet. People are selling weed and hardcore drugs in the building, you’ve gotten sick of it but you have to hold on.

And again, he offered you to stay at his place because he can’t stand to see you at that state. But you were so head strong that it makes him upset and admired you than he ever did before, you truly are a gift.

You’ve come into a conclusion where Harry prefers to keep his toxic friends closer to him than the ones who actually brings positivity. Dean is obviously the most positive out of them all, well apart from Sarah, Mitch, Adam and you haven’t seen Clare that much.

Dean decides to keep this friendship of yours a secret between the two of you. He can’t risk of getting caught by Harry and neither can you, Harry will tear him to limbs if he finds out that his best friend is talking with his ex who he still loves dearly.

Harry does talk about you to him all the time. How he cries at night for hours and how stupid he was to let go the only good thing in his life. Sure, Dean feels guilty about it but Harry should’ve known better than playing the victim in front of him. You were the one who got walked over by Harry and his friends, the one who puts up with his shit despite the hate and the judgemental looks, you’re working your ass off to earn money though it’s not one of those jobs that you can be proudly show them off.

Dean maybe his best friend but he disagrees with everything that Harry had done. And he just felt so bad that he wasn’t there that night to stopped them.

Rolling your eyes again, you give her a lopsided smile. “I’m not kidding, Maria. I’m gonna work to get that money, by myself. I admit, i would be glad to take the money from Dean but it’s not fair. So I won’t do that.”

Maria sighs, but a smile is playing on her lips. She completely adores you, the hard work you have given throughout these past few months she has seen you, never fails to make her heart melts. The love you have for your family is completely indescribable. And she prays that you’ll hold on to that,

“Okay, then suit yourself. Now, go ahead and brings this order to the coupl right over there.” Maria points with her thumb, sliding the tray to you. “I think there’s someone outside would love to meet you”,

In confusion, you turn your head around and spot a familiar young man with brown hair smiling softly at you. He gives you a gentle wave as soon as you turn around, mirroring his smile.

You hold your finger up, telling him to wait for a minute before taking the tray off the counter and place it on the couple’s table next to the window. Maria glances at you and gives a playful smile which you silently tell her to knock it off,

Dean is leaning against his car with hands in his pockets when you walk out, smiling over at you before regaining his posture to stand straight. A shy smile casts over your lips when the two of you greet with a friendly hug,

“Hey. What are you doing here?” You ask soon as the both of you pull away from each other’s embrace. “My shift is almost over.”

He nods, shrugging. “I know, that’s why i’m here.”

You stare at him with a sketchy look on his face, baby blue eyes staring at your brown ones and you can’t read what is going on his mind. “Okay...? what is it?”

“Was just thinking that maybe... you can swing by at the studio today.”

After he mentions the word studio, your face fall. Does he really thinks by bringing you over to the studio where your ex-boyfriend works at is a really good idea? You are not ready to face him nor will you ever be.

You let out a small laugh, “you’re crazy Dean. The answer is no. I don’t want to see Harry”

The way his name rolls out of your tongue feel so strange, considering you haven’t spoken his name for months. And honestly, that name used to give you goosebumps and the cause of your blushing cheeks. But now it doesn’t anymore.

“You don’t have to interact with him! Just stay with me. Besides, it’s not like you will be all alone. Sarah is there, Adam and Mitch are too.”

“They’re Harry’s friends” you state with an obvious tone,

“at the moment, not really. They’re giving him cold looks lately. Won’t speak to him unless for rehearsals and songs writing. Apart from Jeff, Lucy, Don, Annie, Jordan, Kel-”

“Why am i not surprised? Those people are the ones who trash talked about me. Wether it’s in front of Harry or not, and he had no interest on defending me whatsoever.” You cut him off before he can finish, breathing in deep as you recall the last moments you had together with him. “i just-- don’t want to get hurt anymore Dean. And they are not even his friends! They’re using him. They use his name to get into clubs, restaurants, after parties, you name it. As much as he had hurt me, i don’t want him to get hurt. He’s sensitive, you know that.”

Dean only nods, he knows that his friends are nothing but utter scums. He has been observing them for months and he cannot believe that Harry is gullible enough to think that they actually cared for him. They don’t and they never did. It was always him or Mitch who looks out for their green eyed friend, but he shoves him off and tells him to mind his own business. So he left it at that.

Then to see how frustrated you are at this time, he can feel a tug at his heart. You have condoned so many things lately, seeing you’re drowning yourself in bills, taxes, jobs, sweats, tears, makes him want to take your pain away but he doesn’t even know how.

Harry has hurt you deeply, yet he can’t understand why you still care about him.

“You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable.” he says after five minutes of silence. “If i had an ex who treated me like dirt, i wouldn’t want to see her ever again. Probably would run for my life if we were in a room together.”

You let out a small laugh, it’s not really funny but you think that he’s doing that to only lighten up the mood. You gotta give him credit for that.

“I’m sorry Dean, maybe next time yeah?”

Harry is now sitting on his car, parked in front of your mother’s house as he thinks about what to say as soon as he walks towards the small house.

He tries so hard to get rid of the redness that is clearly visible on his green irises, but it’s no use. The tears are still falling from his eyes, no matter how many time he tries to get rid of the thoughts when he had hurt you. Seeing you cry was the most heartbreaking sight he could have ever seen, and to know that he was the cause of your tears few months ago he could never ever forgive himself.

Before stepping out of his Range Rover, he takes a deep breath and looks over at the mirror to make himself look presentable. He doesn’t want to look gross or disgusting when meeting your mom. And he definitely doesn’t want her to think that he’s looking like this because of you, he doesn’t want to play the victim. He’s the one in the wrong,

Harry takes long steps towards the house, his body is clad with sapphire blue sweater and a beanie thrown over his head, so that the fans won’t notice that Harry Styles is around.

He doesn’t want to be that guy at the moment. He wants to be just Harry this time. The Harry that is about to ask your mother’s forgiveness in less than few minutes.

His heart beats louder as soon as he hears your mother calls after he knocks on the door. Leg is bouncing rapidly as he waits.

“Just a second!” She calls out, shuffling inside

He can hear her steps getting closer and he feels his palms are sweating. Bottom lip is taken between his teeth, waiting for her to open up the door.

The door swings open suddenly, and your mother’s exhausted face comes into view. Messy dark brown hair is pulled into a bandana, he can tell that she’s about to leave judging from her choice of clothing.

As soon as she looks up, her eyes are widen and her body freezes as she stands in the doorway. Taking in Harry’s appearance, glancing him up and down before letting out a shaky breath.

“Harry... what are you doing here, my love?”

His heart wrenches. After all this time. The talks, the looks, the whispers that had been thrown at both you and her, she still calls him an endearing nickname and nothing breaks him even more than that. He doesn’t deserve that, at all and he should be ashamed of himself

With a soft smile, he nods at her. Pulling his beanie off slowly. “Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. Can i come in?”

Your mother is struggling what to say, and wether it’s a good idea for her to invite him in. But she knows that what happened in the past, stays in the past and she can never hold a grudge against him.

Harry is a good man, is what she always says to you. Despite everything, she knows damn well that he is not a bad guy. And she believes that he has a good intention on coming here, she can’t reject that.

She softly nods, a smile pulling into her lips as she opens the door wider to let him in. “Of course, make yourself comfortable.”

He thanks her before stepping inside carefully, his eyes are observing the small place she called home. To say that he’s hurt is an understatement, he pays attention to every small details in the house and noticing that they aren’t in a very good condition. The ceiling has a hole on it and there’s a leak in it too, a big pink bucket sitting on the corner to capture the drops.

The kitchen is a mess. Vegetables are sprawl all over the counter, cups are messily falling over the place as well. He sees there’s a few papers laying on the coffee table, and his heart almost drops when it says ‘Eviction Letter’. There are five of them, and he doesn’t know where your mother will go from there.

He wishes he could help you and your family, but he knows that you won’t approve of him doing so. This hurts his heart more than it should be, he imagined it if it was his mom in this state. He knows damn sure that he will fills her bills with his money,

Your mother motions him to the small dining table, gesturing him to take a seat. “Here you go, mijo. Sit down” She smiles as she takes a seat as well. “Sorry if it’s a mess. Have no time to clean it today.”

Harry waves his hand off, telling her it’s completely fine before taking a seat beside her. Setting down his beanie, he clears his throat before opening his mouth to say something. But nothing comes out.

“What is it Harry? Are you okay, my dear?”

He flinches when her knuckle makes a contact with his cheek, seemingly concerned as she stares at the bags under his eyes and puffy nose which she can only assume that he had been crying for days.

Now, she knows why he’s here,

Looking up to meet your mother’s eyes, he takes a deep breath in as he reminiscing the words in his brain before pulling himself together to speak to her. He doesn’t understand how you mother treats him like her own child this moment, yet he let his friends talked shit about her and you. The love of his life.

“I’m sorry” he croaks out, sniffling as he feels his nose starting to get runny. “i shouldn’t have done it. I love your daughter more than anything in the world and i’m sorry for treating her like shit while we were together. I couldn’t find a reason on why i said all the things to her because i wasn’t thinking. Then i let my friends talked bad about you and that was completely unacceptable.”

Your mother closes her eyes for a while, sighing as she nods. She listens to every word he says to her. Her hand coming down to rub his arm slowly as he cries, fresh tears are running down his soft stubbled cheeks and he cannot stop them. No matter how many times he tries to wipe them off,

“She’s an amazing woman. And you are too, Mrs. Y/L/N. I’m sorry for being such a coward. I’m sorry for not defending you and Y/N. I’m sorry that i had the nerves to let my friends got away with the words they had thrown about you. Words cannot express how sorry i am because my mother would be livid if i treated the both of you this way.” He chuckles sadly, remembering the times where Anne would just love to give him lectures and scolds about how to treat a woman right,

‘You’re a handsome boy. Don’t go around breaking girls’s hearts, yeah? Because that will break mine too.’

“But, i hope you can forgive me Mrs. Y/L/N. I know i have no rights to say it but i hope you can.” He whispers the last sentence and lean his back against the chair, fiddling with his thumbs with his eyes looking down on his lap,

It takes a while for your mother to process all of this, and it’s not easy. She appreciates every word he had just said and she knows that Harry meant every word of it. She believes him. He’s a very good and well-mannered young man and sometimes she feels sorry of how his friends treat him like he doesn’t matter, how they can just use him for their own pleasure then discard him like a piece of garbage.

She can’t lie to him if you don’t love him anymore. You still do, but you just don’t want to admit it. Every day your heart breaks a little when the thought of not having him by your side anymore.

“I believe you, Harry. I do.” She speak with a soft smile. He looks up to her with eyes brimming red, face looking skeptical because he can’t believe the words just comes out of your mother’s mouth. “And... Y/N, she still loves you too.”

For the first time in months, his lips pulls into a genuine smile as he no longer bother to cry again. He sits up straight, leaning forward to place his arms on the table. “She does, huh?”

Your mother gives him a wide smile as she nods. “She’s just a little stubborn to admit that. You know how Y/N is, right?”

Harry lets out a small laugh, nodding his head eagerly as he remembers how hard-headed you were while the two of you were together,

“Classic Y/N” He shakes his head, suddenly missing you more than ever. “Are you going out, Mrs. Y/L/N?” He asks, changing the subject,

Your mother checks her watch and curses before standing. “I am, thanks for reminding me Harry. I appreciate you coming in here, Harry thank you.”

He hugs your mother and kisses her cheeks before pulling away from the embrace. “Where are you going? I can drop you off.” He offers, grabbing the keys from the table,

Your mother is quick to shake her head, grabbing her brown coat from the rack as she slips in on her body. “No need my love, i’ll walk.”

And in that time, she also panics. Panic because she can’t just say that she’s going to the hospital to see your sister. He’ll freak out and ended up insisting to drive her there,

“Nonsense, I’ll take you it’s fine. Just tell me where to go.”

She learns that Harry is stubborn as well. He looks at her pleadingly, and she thinks that it doesn’t matter how many times she’ll turn him down because it won’t work. He just keeps on asking and asking until she says yes.

“To the hospital, my love.” She whispers, opening the door so the two of them can walk out,

But before Harry can take a step, the colour drains from his face and his rosy lips tremble soon as the word hospital fall from your mother’s lips. Thoughts are running on his mind as he thinks the worst possible reason on why your mother is going to the hospital with a sad look on her face.

Is your mother okay? Are you hurt? Were you in an accident or sick? Why didn’t you just tell him? Why did your mother invited him in when she was going to the hospital?

Smiling sadly, she extends her hand for him to take.

“I’ll explain in car, okay?”

“Maria! Can i take a rain check?” You call her out from the kitchen, busy dropping the dirty plates on the sink as you hurriedly pull the strings of your apron,

Maria barges in minutes later, her nose puffing as heavy breathe emerges from her mouth. She grabs her small towel and wipe the sweat that is forming on the crease of her forehead and down to her neck,

“Why? What happened?” She asks, eyes looking at you concerned with her hands settle on her hips. “Was it the landlord again? What was he saying?”

You shake your head, pulling your hair into a messy bun fast before checking your phone again to see if there is anymore messages from your mom,

“No. My mom told me to come to the hospital quickly. I don’t know why but it could have something to do with Beatrice. I have to get there quick.” You stumble with your words, thoughts are running through your head as you panic. Small tears starting to prickle from your brown eyes, you have no idea what to do if your mother is about to hit you with bad news. You can’t cope with that,

Maria rushes over to you and places her palms on your cheeks, trying to get you to look at her as she sees how much of a mess you are right now. “hey, hey. Stop it. Don’t over think something, Y/N. Everything is going to be okay, alright? Don’t stress this much. Your sister is fine, your mom is fine. She’s probably asking you to come over because Beatrice asked her to. You haven’t seen her in a while, right?”

You sigh, nodding your head slowly as she wipes off your tears. “yeah. Been so occupied with work i never got to see her in a month, i’m such a terrible sister.”

“You are everything but terrible! I have never seen a woman worked so hard in her life to help her family. I have never seen a woman sacrificed her school just so she can work to pay her family’s bills and sister’s surgery. I have never seen a woman so independent that she does not need a man to take care of her because she knows, she can handle herself well!” Maria snaps, eyebrows furrowing as her eyes stare at yours.

“Now, you’re going to take back everything you just said to me and get your ass to the hospital, sweetheart. Your family needs you more than this diner does. i’ll cover for you, don’t worry” She says, kicking her chin up to get you moving so you don’t have to take long.

She grabs your purse and jacket, shoving them to your hands then scrambles around the kitchen to find your house keys because she knows how clumsy you are with them. Good thing you don’t have a car, or else you would lose both of them.

“Here. Don’t rush okay? Take your time and let me know.” She softly says, kissing your forehead,

The love you have for her is indescribable. You look up to her after your dear mother, you rarely gets to see her these past few months and the only person that has the personality and mind as close as hers is Maria.

With a nod, you hug her tight closely to your body. “Thank you so much Maria. I’ll pay you back, i promise.”

Maria rolls her eyes playfully and shushes you, “aish! No need to dear. Go on now. Don’t forget to text me!” She reminds you again, pointing her red manicured nail finger at you,

Without doing anything else, you swiftly turn around and head towards the exit to haul a cab. You usually prefer to take the bus than a cab or uber, but the station is 20 minutes away from the diner you work at and you have no time to reach there.

Your mother has been blowing up your phone with dozens of texts, adding exclamation marks at the end of every sentences and nothing worries you more than that. Well not really. You’re scared that something already happened with Beatrice and then it would already be way too late to save her. Maybe that’s why your mom is sending you texts every minute...

To be honest, you have no idea why out of positive things that you can think of, the horrible thoughts manage to make their way to your brain and causes you much of a distress and nerves. You can’t contain them.

You’re pulling and tugging the strings of your jacket then switches to play with the hem of your diner uniform because of how nervous you get. Haven’t even realised that you’re biting down your soft lip too hard until your tongue manage to swipe your lower lip and taste a familiar metallic liquid, making you stop.

The driver parks the vehicle in front of the hospital lobby, and you’re way too deep in your thoughts that you really have no idea, you have arrived at the building. Pulling out a ten dollar cash, you shove the crumpled money towards the driver before stepping out of the car and rushes over to the receptionist and asks where your sister’s room is.

And for Heaven’s sake! Can they go any slower?

“Room 187. Just straight towards the hall and the room is on your left” The middles age woman gives you a tight smile before resuming to type obnoxiously on her keyboard,

Muttering out a faint ‘thanks’, you fasten your pace quickly towards her room as you feel your heart beats louder and a small sweat forming on your neck as well on your forehead. You pray to God that nothing will happen to your sister.

She’s just a baby,

You waste no time to swing the door open when you spot the room already and soon your mother figure and your paled sister comes in view, they shifts their eyes to you and breathes out a sigh of relief. Your mother smiles at you and gives you a hug, letting it lingers for a while before pulling away.

“Thank God, you’re here.” She sighs, looking at you in the eyes. “What took you so long?”

Pulling your jacket off, not once your eyes leaves your mother’s neither on your sister’s. “What happened? Is she okay?”

Beatrice looks over at you and smile weakly before coughing furiously, lifting her arms slowly at you. “Y/N” She croaks, holding another cough in her throat. “I’m so glad you’re here”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you smile back, taking slow steps closer to the bed and gently wrap your arms around your baby sister’s fragile body. Sobs breaks out of you when you pull away from the embrace, but your hands still tightly wrap around hers, not wanting to let go.

“I’m sorry for not being around much. How are you feeling?” You softly ask her, moving your arm a little to not nudge her injected dorsal palm.

She nods, eyes turning into slit and you can only assume that she’s pretty much exhausted. Perhaps from waiting for you and the dozens of medications they keep giving her. “I’m okay. Was just... waiting for you.”

You reply with a smile, gazing at her with much love and admirable in your eyes. The moment soon cuts off when your mother brings up a topic that had your eyes nearly pops out of their sockets.

“Pay her surgery? What? Who” You demand an answer from your mother, though you can see how she struggles not to say any word. But it’s too late to back out, your mother chooses to say it. “Tell me, who mama. Was it--was it, Dean?”

She’s quick to shake her head, moving her seat closer to sit by the bed so she can talk better with you. You watch as few strands of her dark brown hair falls to cover her eyes, causing her to push the hair back behind her ear.

“No, chica. it’s not... him. It was someone else” She speaks, hands intertwining as her voice gets lower, as if she’s afraid that you will break into a rage once you finds out who it is.

Feeling frustrated and annoyed, you give her a cold laugh. Eyes moving back and forth to look at her then back to your sister, who’s breathing is heavy and slow. You wish you can take the pain away from her.

“Are you just going to keep me waiting or what?” You ask with a rough tone in your voice. You don’t want to be mad or pissed, but you have sworn to yourself and to your family that you will pay your sister’s surgery with your own money. it’s a risk but she finds it better than to have herself rely on someone else’s cash.

The silence is driving you crazy. Because you try to get her to say what she wanted to say yet she can’t seem to find the courage in her to say it. Your mother looks down on her lap, debating on wether she should say it but mostly, she’s mentally beating herself up for speaking out too fast.

“It’s Harry.” You mother says at least, eyes looking up as she waits for you to burst out any second.

Then your face paled, brows furrowing as you retreat your hands from your sister’s causing her to whimper at the sudden contact. You cannot believe your ears! Is your mother insane or hallucinating?

“Harry? What the hell are you on about, Mom! This is not funny.” You snap, eyes burning in anger as you think to yourself how stupid and inconsiderate her mother is that she can pull out a joke at the time like this. “Come off with it, mama! Don’t fuck around!”

Suddenly your mother’s fear and concern turns into an anger soon as she hears you spoke the word. She sits up straight and lean forward. “Listen here Y/N. You will not talk to your mother with that kind of tone and words. You’re still my daughter and i’m still your mother. Respect me as your own or so help me God, i will kick you out of our lives!”

She finishes with a heavy breathing, glancing at Beatrice for a moment as she pleads to her to not start any fight. Your mother feels guilty afterwards, she shouldn’t have done it at the hospital. That’s just going to hurt your sister alot more.

You take a deep breath, nodding at your mother but still you’re upset and confuse of how your mother could bring up Harry this moment. You want to know why.

“I’m sorry. But please, explain to me what’s going on. What are you talking about? He didn’t even know you exist mom!” you jokingly add the last one but still manage to keep your tone firm. “Just tell me the truth. I won’t get mad.”

“He came to my house earlier. We... talked about something. Then he offered to drive me here and i told him why i had to go to the hospital. He broke down as soon as i told him what happened to Beatrice, my love. He cried... extremely hard and asked me how i was going to pay for all of this.” She explains, voice gentle as she traces her thumb over Sofia’s palm. “I told him that you’re paying. And that you had to quit school just so you can have three jobs to pay her surgery. He didn’t like the sound of that, chica. He knows how much you love your studies, so he can’t bare it. He wanted to pay for it all.”

“He’s a good man, Y/N. Please, you need to give him a chance.” Beatrice pleads, voice breaking as she speaks but you ignore her.

You sit there speechless. How dare for him to came to your mother’s house, asking for forgiveness and pay for all your sister’s medical surgery then hoped everything will turn out fine! That is not how it should goes and you can’t believe your mother would believed that man after he lets his friends said about your family. Your mother forgives way too easy and it has always been a trait of hers you particularly dislike.

“What the-” You stand up quickly, going to the other side of the room, pacing back and forth because you have no idea how to fucking deal with this. “How did he even find you? Mom, we can’t trust him okay? This has nothing to do with my break-up with him but who knows what he will about to say next! He would probably rant this shit out to his friends and i will no-”

“Carmen, i got you the caramel macchiato hope you like it. The espresso ran out. The line was super long.” A familiar voice cuts you off with a small chuckle follows after.

It’s Harry.

His eyes moves from your mother’s figure to your eyes and shock is evident on his beautiful face. Breathing stops and mouth parts open as he struggles what to say next. He can sense that he’s about to loose his grip around the coffees.

You’re here. You’re really here.

“Y/N, y-you’re-” He says, still looking at you,

You scoff, not in the mood for any of this. “Save it. I’m gonna get some fresh air.” After that, you quickly move towards the door and shoves him with your shoulder, walking out of the room as you runs to exit the building.

Tears starts to stream down your face. After not seeing him for months, he’s finally there standing in your sister’s room. Thoughts are running on your head, not knowing how to face him nor your mother at this point. You should feel happy and grateful that Harry offered to pay but you don’t want to be someone else’s gossip anymore. This is completely bullshit and you refuse to even stand near him after your break-up.

“Y/N! Wait!” He calls out, you crane your neck briefly to see him running to you, nearly knocking a few people. “Slow down, please! I want to talk to you”

You don’t listen, you keep walking and walking as you finally walk out of the building. Breathing out a shaky breath, you pull out a pack of cigarette from your purse as you struggle to take one stick out.

You heart someone’s panting from behind and you don’t doubt for one bit that it’s not Harry. Hand running over his brown hair as he tries to get closer to you, a frown on his face after he sees you holding something that he hates.

“Y/N, love. Please listen to me.”

Shaking your head, you turn your head about to leave. “No. Leave me alone.”

You haven’t even take a step because Harry has already marches his way towards you and grabs your fore arms, turning you to look at him as you squeal and struggle to let go from his grip.

“Let me go! You don’t deserve to be here. Just go, Harry!” You shakily says, sniffling as your eyes meets his green ones. The eyes that you adore throughout your relationship.

“Not until you listen to me.” He states again, and he hasn’t notice that he’s crying until he sees you. Here, standing close to him with his hands wraps around your delicate ones. “I’m sorry.”

Closing your eyes you look down, shaking your head as you continue to struggle so he can let go of his grip. You don’t want to heart this. You had enough. He hurt you badly that the thought of you talking with him again had not once crossed your mind.

You miss him but you don’t want to talk to him ever again.

“I was a fucking asshole to you. I was a terrible boyfriend and i let those people got into my head. You were so perfect for me that you’re willing to give up everything including your classes. But i was so blind to see that.” He whispers, sobbing but he keeps maintaining his posture and say what he needs to say because he does not want to lose you again.

“You have done everything for me. Sacrificed nearly everything as well and i didn’t give a single damn about it. They--they were wrong about you. They were wrong about your family, they were wrong about your mother, they were wrong about your background and it pisses me off that it’s all they care about.” He continues, hands slowly falling to rest on your hips and his heart moves a little to see you’re not pushing them away.

“It doesn’t matter, Harry. It doesn’t matter now, you’re too late. I-- i refuse to let you or any of your friends talk like that about me. You have no idea what it’s like okay?!” You yell at his face, hands on his chest to keep him from coming closer. “You have no idea what it’s like to have a mother who doesn’t have a decent job, a father who went to jail for something he didn’t do, a sister who’s life is on a line because i have no fucking idea if she will survives or not!”

You break out into sobs, pouring everything you haven’t got the chance to say to him. He looks hurt. Hurt because he had no idea about everything that has been going on in your family and he’s a fucking dumbass. Why? Why would he hurt you like that?

“People look down on me many times. Including your friends. But i stayed because i loved you, Harry. I loved you fucking much and you didn’t care.” Tears are blurring your vision and it’s pointless to wipe them away, knowing they just keep on coming. “We won’t work. We won’t ever work.”

He shakes his head, hands grabbing the either side of your face as he forces you to look back at him again. “No. No, no, no, no. We will work. We will, okay? I-- i love you, Y/N. I never stopped, i missed you laying next to me and i missed seeing you looking at your laptop for God knows how long because of school’s paper and it breaks me to hear it from your mom that you quit. I can’t let you do that, i want you to do something that you love. That’s why i’m offering, Y/N.” he reasons, thumbs wiping the salty liquid falling from your eyes.

“I care about them and i care about you. I love you.”

There’s a million reasons why you should give him up at this moment. You can’t bare the thought of getting hurt again in the future, that would be a huge risk. Heartbreak is something that you had overcome for numerous times and you can’t say that it wasn’t a big deal. Because it was. And you don’t know how long you can pull this through. You’ve lost so many good thing in your life and you can’t ask to God to give them back to you.

But, you still love him. Despite everything he had put you through, you still love him. The love in his eyes is undeniable, it’s all for you and not even him can’t deny that. He’s a beautiful person, inside and out. He would never ever had the intentions of hurting someone on purpose. Especially the one he loves. And that is you.

Your mother always says, ‘beautiful person deserves second chances. But remember it’s not the beauty of appearance you should see. It’s their hearts.’ She always reminds you of that with every chance she got.

And maybe... you should.

“Harry... i would be lying if i say i didn’t miss nor love you” You watch as his eyes lights up a little but he knows deep down that he can’t get his hopes up. “I’m not sure how we’re going to do this but... i’m willing you give you a second chance.”

He breathes out a small laugh, nodding his head rapidly as he feels the butterflies erupts his stomach. He truly can’t hide the excitement over the fact you still love him.

“Okay, baby. Okay. I’m just, so glad to have you back. Also i wanted to let you know that i’ve cut ties with all of them. Told them to never speak to me again or there would be a hell to pay.” He assures, biting down his lips trying not to smile hard because he knows for a fact that his cheeks will hurt.

You nod, stretching your lips into a happy smile. “Okay. I’m-- glad to heart that but you shouldn’t hav-”

“No. I should. And i’m glad i did. Fuck them. They have no rights to say that about you.” He scoffs, cursing them over and over in his head. “You’re the love of my life, Y/N. Thank you. Oh my God, thank you baby”. He whispers, slowly leaning into your lips and presses his rosy ones to kiss you,

It catches you off guard but you kiss him back nonetheless, and you feel him smile against your soft lips because you decides to. Nothing truly makes him happier than this. Nothing.

As the two of you disconnect your lips, smile is adorn on both of your faces. Foreheads leaning against eachother, unable to contain the small giggle that escapes from your lips.

“Welcome home, baby”

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mskinkyafro · 5 years

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Meet the Watsons (Aubrey x MC) - Part 1

Summary: After Viola & Aubrey take their relationship to the next level their moment is interrupted by unforeseen forces.

A/N: This will be a mini fic series. It takes place after the diamond scene with Aubrey in the finale and where it will end, I have know idea yet lol. The timeline is something I have yet to truly figure out in this book, but since characters kept referring how great MC was this year, I’m assuming it’s been about possibly 6-9 months max. I don’t see a full year this all happen. With that in mind, Aubrey and Viola’s relationship has been an ongoing one for a long time and I don’t know why but not exclusive just yet. (That’s where I come in with the power of fanfic on my side.)

The focus of the series is Viola and Aubrey’s growing relationship and her meeting his lovable yet crazy family. After Aubrey mentioned the Watson Odyssey and the fact this book is a standalone, I thought more and more of Viola meeting his family. And to the Watson luck, how far from normal it would be lol (In my headcannon, the Watsons are just a hilarious hot mess) After this fic is up, I will make a seperate post with the headcannons/backgrounds I’ve created for Aubrey and his family and my MC Viola.

Rating: Just to be safe this first part of the series is a 18+ NSFW fic. I wasn’t planning on writing a NSFW, however it just happened. It’s minor smut. Mainly fondling/caressing but no actual sex. However, if your under 18 or uncomfortable with smut don’t read this fic or scroll past the beginning. If you decide to read, you’re agreeing your 18 and okay with the content.

Note: This series for the most part will be rated PG or PG-13 either due to language or innuendos, however the rating will be bolded and listed nsfw if any future parts contain explicit sexual content. So just be aware to check the rating on the parts of this fic series at all times. I will list the accurate rating according to each part.

(Thoughts are italicized and in parentheses)

After a night full of passionate lovemaking all over Aubrey’s bachelor pad, the two settle themselves in his bed cuddling as the morning light shines through the bedroom. Viola lays her head on Aubrey’s chest with her eyes closed just listening to his heart beat in time with her own. She sighs in content as his fingers comb through her now frizzy, kinky blonde curls. It was quiet in the room except their gentle breathing and the sound of soft whispering, that only Viola could hear.

(“Just perfect...this moment is perfect.”)

She opens her eyes and is met with two bright blue eyes looking back at her.

“Hi.” she says softly.

“Hi.”

“What are you staring at?”

“Just the most beautiful woman in the world. And somehow she’s naked in my arms. I keep thinking I died and gone to heaven.” he whispers as he moves his hand from her hair to travel down to her waist.

Viola lifts her head up slowly and slides her body up so her face is inches from Aubrey’s and her breasts press down on his chest as her hands rest on the sides of his head.

“You’re working really hard for morning sex aren’t you?” she says smirking at him.

He lets his right arm that was secured around her waist under the covers to slink lower. His hand moves to grip Viola’s ass, making her grind against his growing erection. He grins up at her as she moans loud and her eyelids drift shut.

“Was it that obvious?”

“Maybe…” Viola opens her eyes and moves her her right hand from behind his head to drift down his body to between his legs to gently strokes his cock. She watches as his body stiffens and his eyes roll to the back of his head at his touch.

“...but two can play that game.”

Viola leans down and presses a sensual long kiss on Aubrey’s lips as she continues to stroke him slowly. As she breaks away from his lips and lets her mouth trail down the nape of his neck, his thoughts ring out loud and clear.

(Oh god...we’ve barely started but I feel like I’m on fire. If this is how mornings are going to be like with her, I want to wake up next to her forever.)

Viola continues to trail down from his neck to his chest down his abs and almost past his waist when the distinct growling of stomachs fill the room. Viola and Aubrey pause and lock eyes with each other before laughter filled the air. Aubrey is the first to speak through the fits of laughter.

“I suppose after last night we’ve both worked up an appetite.”

“That’s true, but what if I worked up an appetite for some else?” she tells him, her eyes full of desire.

(“God she just loves to tease me, doesn’t she?”)

Before he could respond, Viola’s stomach growls even louder than before.

“Okay, so maybe we should get some food then continue…”

Her hands gesture over the two of them.

“...this later.”

“Sounds like a plan.” He presses a chaste kiss to her forehead.

“Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll start on breakfast?”

“Is this another sneaky plan to see me all wet and soapy?” she says seductively as she crawls off him and out the bed toward his bathroom.

“Viola...you’re killing me.”

She laughs and winks back at him before entering the bathroom and shutting the door. He can hear the turning of the shower head and water running as he lays in his bed, the sheets covering his bottom half , but barely concealing his erection.

He couldn’t help the stupid grin that grew on his face. He loved how domestic they were, how right it felt. He was so distracted by his thoughts of Viola that he barely caught the sound of his cell phone chiming. He turns his head to the bedside table and unlocks his phone to see thirty text messages from his mother, ten miss calls. Half of which were from his father. Even a message from his sister Liz and his twin brothers, Forrest and Jasper. And lastly a notification from Snapchat from his niece.

Confused by the barrel of messages from his family he quickly presses the voicemail. Listening in he hears his mother’s concern over what happened at the debate. Sighing loudly and rub his face in exasperation his phone rings loudly as the FaceTime icon pops up. He clicks and the image of an older woman with a round face, blonde wavy hair styled in a layered bob, and soft blue eyes that resembled Aubrey’s hidden behind black frames appears.

“Oh thank god! You’re alive! My baby is okay!!”

“Ma...of course I am. Why wouldn’t I? And why did you and everyone blow up my phone?”

“Oh Aubrey...you weren’t answering and I was worried! I called your siblings to check on you and when you weren’t responding I had them come over immediately. What else was I supposed to do?! That vile man punched my baby and I have no idea if you were concussed or god forbid dead due to head trauma.”

Aubrey rolls his eyes at his mother’s overreactions and pulls the phone closer.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me! I’m still your mother!”

Aubrey flinches at her tone and sheepishly says.

“Sorry Ma, but you have nothing to-“

Aubrey’s was cut off by his bedroom door slamming open with two men attempting to roll on the ground and pop up into ninja stances and an older man standing in the middle swinging nunchucks moderately fast.

“Get ready to get your ass kicked, punks! Watson Style!

“What the hell?!” Aubrey exclaims. He drops his phone beside him as he pulls his bed sheets around himself tighter. And quickly grabs a pillow to cover his lap.

The two men scramble up from the ground as they speak simultaneously.

“And backup from double trouble!”

“Aubrey! Honey what’s going on?! Should I call the police?!” his mother yells through the phone.

The chaos of the last thirty seconds forces him to raise his voice.

“Enough!”

The three men that entered the room freezes as they look at Aubrey. His mother stays silent on the phone. He closes his eyes and punches the bridge of his nose.

“Okay…I’m going to start at the top and provide some answers hoping I’ll get some in return.” he quietly states.

The two men who were identical in every way, from the way they stand to the same expression on their face as their green eyes lit up in confusion, and how they ruffled their brown hair as they waited for Aubrey to speak. While the older man who looked like a more seasoned version of the other two with bit of belly slowly lowered his weapon. Aubrey nods and then picks up his phone and looks at his mother.

“Good. Ma I’m okay. Mr. Burdock may of decked me but I survived.”

He then looks away from the screen and fixes an annoyed gaze toward the men in the room.

“Pop, Jasper, Forest...I have two questions. How did you guys get into my apartment and Pop...why do you have a nunchuck?”

“ Well son, we have some questions before we answer yours, right boys.” his father says looking toward his older sons.

“Right pop!” they both said at the same time.

“Ugh! You two are getting too old for the twins in sync gimmick. It’s just creepy.”

Jasper crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the dresser next to the wall as Forrest leans his arm to prop himself beside his twin.

“Oh yeah? Well you’re definitely too old to have me and Forrest come save you. We ain’t kids anymore, snobrey.” Jasper retorts.

Nodding along, Forrest speaks.

“Yep! Especially, Pop.”

“Hey, I’m not that old boys. I still got enough spring in my step.”

Frustrated by each second, Aubrey runs his hands aggressively through his hair.

“You guys didn’t answer any of my questions.”

“Aubrey, I sent your father and brother’s with your spare key to go check in on you since you weren’t answering your phone.”

He turns back his attention to his mother on his phone screen.

“Ma...that was for emergencies only! Everything is fine. I’m fine!”

“Oh really? Then why do I see bruises forming at your neck? Were you in another scuffle that wasn’t televised?” His mother asks accusingly.

“And son, why was your plates and kitchen sets tossed to the floor with broken glass?” his father adds.

Jasper leans away from the dresser and stands up straight and stares with Forrest joining in.

“Mind you, snobrey. Your shirt was found ripped and it’s pretty obvious that something…”

He trails off as he takes a more detailed look at his baby brother. His bare chest is revealed and flushed red, his hair skewed and the way he keeps one arm over his lap while he manages to hold his phone up. At that moment of Jasper not speaking the only sound being heard was the running of the shower.

“Is your shower on?” Forrest asks breaking the silence.

Watching Aubrey’s eyes flash with worry, it clicked for Jasper.

“Oh my god! Looks like little snobrey here wasn’t in any trouble at all. Actually he seems to have enjoyed the trouble he did get into last night.” Jasper said with a leer.

“Shut. Up.” he says through clenched teeth.

“What do you mean?” his parents asked at the same time.

Forrest eyed his twin and his baby brother before he caught on as well and broke out in a smile that rivaled a Cheshire cat.

“Well, well, well! I can’t believe it, but the evidence is right before our eyes.”

“Stop! Stop talking right now Forrest! Everyone, please get out!”

Before anyone else can speak another word, the shower turns off and shuffling is heard behind the bathroom door. Everyone turns their attention to the bathroom as they hear the door open and Viola exits with a short yellow towel that leaves little to the imagination, showing off her smooth long legs and hugs her curves. Her blonde curls clinging to her head as droplets slide down her body.

She walks out slowly with the towel wrapped securely around her figure and her eyes closed as she combs through her hair with her hand.

“Hey what was all that noise? Were you watching a movie without me? Eh, It’s not important. I had a fabulous idea right now. Why don’t we pick up where we left off and have a repeat of last night, breakfast edition.”

Viola opens her eyes and freezes instantly. She opens her mouth to scream but nothing comes out. No one in the room made a move or sound. The tension in the room was high and shock was evident on three older men’s face while embarrassment adorn Aubrey’s and Viola’s.

In her head she can hear mixture of multiple voices.

(“Oh my god, Viola will never want to see me again after this.”)

(“Damn. Who knew Aubrey could land such a babe.”)

(“When the hell did this happen?”)

(“I managed to avoid this during all my kids teenage years yet the universe decided that I have to go through the rite of passage of catching my kid in the act eventually.”)

“Who’s that? Is that a girl? Does my baby boy have a girl in his room?!”

Jasper shaking himself from his shock saunters towards Aubrey and grabs his phone away from him and fixes it so that their mother has Viola in her view.

“Right on the nose Ma. And not just any girl. Looks like little baby Aubrey seemed to snag Northbridge’s leading anchor.”

“Umm so this is very, very...um, awkward.” Viola says as she avoids eye contact with everyone in the room.

Aubrey leans to pick up a piece of clothing from the ground beside his side of the bed and slips them on underneath the sheets and gets out of bed and walks towards Viola and pulls her close to him.

“So this is the most embarrassing thing to happen to me and I’m so sorry, Viola. But umm this is my older twin brothers Jasper and Forrest. My Pops, Richard and on my phone my Ma, Sadie. Umm meet the Watsons.”

Viola hiding herself in Aubrey’s embrace in order to shield her lightly concealed body gives them all a shy wave.

“Hello. Umm, I’m Viola Porchia. Umm, I’ve heard lovely things about you all. I never thought in a million years we’d meet like this.”

“Ohhhhh! How exciting!” his mother exclaims through the phone.

Richard collects himself and chuckles as he turns away from the young couple and heads out the bedroom.

“I’m too old for this. Son, next time you’re occupied entertaining your lady friend after getting hurt on national tv, remember to check in with your mother that you’re okay so we don’t have a repeat of today.”

“Umm, yes Pop.”

“Good. We can’t be scaring away the poor girl. You’re lucky a woman like her is even with you. Besides, from what we’ve seen in your apartment you two might be the closest hope of your mother having more grandchildren.” he says with a wink that he throws to the two.

“Oh god! Pop! Please, enough.”

“Oh Aubrey, I was young once too! How did you think you’re mother and I got all you kids.”

Jasper and Forrest are trying to hide their laughter as their father continues to tease their little brother.

“I’m begging,”

“Okay, okay. Viola it’s nice to meet you and sorry for interrupting.You two...carry on. Come on boys. Let’s leave the lovers to it.”

Jasper tosses Aubrey’s phone on the bed as himself, his twin, and father make their leave.

“Sadie, honey we’re on our way back now.”

“Okay, Richard. See you boys in a few.”

The three exit the bedroom and a distinct shutting of the main door of his apartment is heard.

Aubrey and Viola breathe out.

Aubrey picks up his phone and faces the camera towards him.

“Okay, this has been mortifying. I’m gonna go Ma.”

“Fine, but since everyone is here, bring Viola down to dinner. I haven’t had all my children together for a meal in such a long time. And I want to meet her face to face.”

“Jeez, I don’t know Ma-”

“I won’t take no for an answer. See you two tonight at 6:30pm.” she says before disconnecting the call.

Aubrey sets his phone down and turns back around to pull Viola into a comforting hug.

“I have no words. I’m so so so sorry. I was hoping you’d meet them later on.”

“That will definitely be up there for most embarrassing moments, but it's okay. At least they didn’t walk in on us in action.”

“You always see the bright side of it all, don’t you?”

“I try.”

“You can probably tell now why I only introduced Liz and Shiloh.”

“A little but they seem very sweet. I see it runs in the Watson genes.”

He chuckles and walks backward to sit on the edge of his bed and pulls her so she’s sitting on his lap.

“Perhaps. So you don’t mind coming to dinner with me and meeting my mom? I know this is happening very fast and it’s really really weird-”

Viola cuts him off by placing a finger to his lips.

“Well at this point, I’ve met all the Watsons except for the most important one.” she says with a glowing smile.

“Oh yes, Ma is really gonna love you.”

“Really? You think so?”

“I know so. Besides I already do.”

Viola tenses after those words left his mouth and just stares at Aubrey. He looks at her and flinches slightly at what he said.

“You love me?” she asks in a small voice.

“I...umm..” he begins nervously and trails off. Aubrey takes a deep breath and closes his eyes before opening them and gazes deep into Viola’s hazel-green eyes.

“I do. I know we haven’t official made us exclusive yet in these past months but there’s been no one else who can compare to you. No one else has turned my head but you. Viola, I’m falling in love with you.”

With her eyes glazing softly with light tears she leans and kisses him softly and firmly.

“I’m falling in love with you too.”

“Really?”

“Really really”

In one swift movement, Aubrey cradles Viola quickly into bridal position in his arms and swings her around in joy. Her squeals of surprise and laughter fill the room before he sets her down.

“I have a question for you. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“In a heartbeat.”

Aubrey kiss her gently on the lips t a few times before she pulls away.

“One question for you though.”

“Yes?”

“Why did your dad have nunchucks?”

Aubrey stays silent for a moment or two trying to find a way to answer that question but only one thing came to mind.

“Apparently it’s the Watson style.”

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all-of-the-imagines-for-eve · 5 years

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Forget About It ~ Sweet Pea (Part 3)

A/n: Let me know what you guys think of this! I may be getting back into the swing of things and pick up old series and finish things up or continue stuff again. I’m open for ideas or suggestions, new requests or next parts, or just a general "Please". Give me things to write lol. Not my gif!

Word Count: 4617

MASTERLIST

You, are a shining example of why I don't sleep at all. Too many sheep on the brain to make sense of the late night call, talkin' in circles and chasing the tail of a love drunk distant memory. Am I sure that she's the one?

When the word went out that Riverdale had to be well behaved for 48 short hours, I was sure we would make it. Then Jughead came to me with a huge dilemma and ruined that surety and hope.

"Come on, Y/n," he groaned. "There are very few people I can trust right now."

My eyes landed him in a dark glare. "Jones, 48 hours. We've been given 48 hours. That's it!"

Jughead ran a hand through his hair in agitation. "My dad might not have 48 hours!"

I shook my head. "Jug, are you sure you're seeing this right? Your dad is a big boy who can take care of himself and he would be SO mad at you for dealing drugs to get him out. What if she's lying? What if-"

Jughead had never looked so angry in the time that I had known him. And I'd known him for a very long time. "Forget it," he spat, turning his back on me. "I'll just call Archie. I was thinking of calling him anyway." He looked at me for a few second before spitting, "I should have know." My eyebrows came together and he took a step toward me, making me jump as he poked me aggressively in the chest with his finger. "You. You walk around here like you know what it's like to be us. Like you know what it's like to be a Serpent or even a South Sider. You live with us and dress like us and even act like us but when it comes down to it, you're not. You've CHOSEN this life. You have a father and a brother waiting for you on the North Side. A brother I'm running to help for despite how much more I trust you. You were supposed to have my back Andrews... but I guess-" He cut off and my heart throbbed.

My face hardened as I refused to cry in front of him. "Say it," I snarled. He looked at me, suddenly unsure and regretful. But I was mad too now. "Say it!"

Our eyes locked and we both mirrored the others' anger. "You're a North Sider. Stop acting like you're not."

My breaths got caught in my throat and I swallowed. "I guess Tall Boy was right," I mumbled darkly. "I'm not one of you guys. I never was and I never will be. I've known from the start. I'm just glad I didn't get the tattoo before I realized it for real." I moved away from him, grabbing my jacket off the counter - a regular jean jacket that had no emblem or insignia on it - and left the trailer, allowing him to have it to himself again. It obviously wasn't somewhere I was welcome anymore.

I walked for half an hour before I realized I had no idea where I was going. I couldn't go back to the North Side. Every weekend I went to visit my dad, I felt more and more foreign. My neighbors have started to turn their noses up at me and my so called brother won't even look at me anymore. My dad was as gentle and loving as always, saying he misses me and my presence in the house. My dad was the only North Sider I found any reason to be there for and sometimes I wish he would just move over here with me. I wish we could be South Siders and be together and stop all of... this.

But no. He would get along here just as much as Archie would, if for different reasons. He was too warm and caring and gentle and calm. Too soft. He was a North Sider.

I found myself in the middle of the road in some distant corner of the South Side, by myself. In the most danger. What was I? A person who was neither North nor South Side. A person who's father was lenient and willing and patient but who wouldn't wait forever. Maybe he secretly liked me out of the house. I was loud and hot headed and rebellious and got into arguments with Archie constantly. He had enough problems with one kid, but two?

Sinking into a crouch, I took a deep inhale in and tried to think, hands raising to cover my face. I froze, trying to make sense of what was happening; what I was feeling and thinking. Why was it on the one time we had a chance to be free of the Black Hood, FP was suddenly in dire need of assistance? What was the point of giving us 48 hours if he believed we were all sinners? To prove a point? To give himself rationalization? To recharge himself with reason by proving to himself once again why we deserved the punishments he found fitting for us? Was he just tired and wanted to see if we would let him stop? Give up?

Was he human and tired and remorseful? Or was he vengeful and smug, driving us to our limit to prove a point and make us see how right he was? If he was playing mind games, it was working. Or maybe I was just thinking too much.

"Hey there Little Lady."

Shit. I forced myself to my feet, looking toward the voice who was approaching me. I relaxed instantly when I recognized the Serpent jacket and the ratty hair. "Tall Boy," I greeted, smiling softly. "What are you... doing?" My light hearted questioned turned dark when I noticed the other Serpents with him, all thick and built. All angry, their faces twisted and bitter. I could't even dream of taking on ONE of these guys. A half of one. But all of them? I counted. Seven in total, including Tall Boy, circling me like vultures going after dying prey. Like lions staring down their next meal.

Tall Boy tilted his head. "You know, me and my boys have been thinking. We don't want you around here. But you're stubborn on not leaving, and now you have these boys so attached and wrapped around your finger that the only way to get rid of you..." He cracked his knuckles by putting his fist in his other hand and squeezing. I swallowed.

He stepped forward and I went into fight mode, unable to run. "Speaking of said boys who are attached to me, you don't think Jughead and Sweet Pea will be on your ass like white on rice if it gets out that you hurt me?"

Tall Boy smirked. "You may stand up tall to a Serpent and not be scared, but you forget Serpent law. We can't hurt one of our own." I swallowed as he approached me but solidified my body, staring him down. "You're not gonna beg?" He asked mockingly.

My glare hardened. "I don't beg. If you're going to kill me, you're going to look in my eyes when you do it. You're going to see the light leave and the life drain away and you're going to know that you and six big boys found pleasure and power in ripping apart a fifteen year old girl while calling themselves men. You don't scare me, Tall Boy, because I know that even though I'm not stronger than you, I AM better than you. No matter what colors or symbols we wear or what side of Riverdale we come from. Not because I'm North Side," I added as he opened his mouth with confidence that made me seethe. "But because I wouldn't raise a hand to hurt a South Sider- even if I could take you on. Not even to save my life." Tall Boy, obviously shocked by my strength and unspoken accusation, paused. I saw his weak moment and stepped forward until we were maybe an inch apart. I had to look up at him but he had been stopped dead in his tracks. “Look in my eyes while you kill me, Coward,” I growled.

When I saw him refuse to move, I turned away from him. “Don’t turn your back to an enemy,” he grumbled.

I smiled, not turning back. “YOU decide if we’re enemies, Tall Boy. You don’t scare me. Do you have the guts to kill me? Are you such a coward you can’t even look me in the eyes when you do it? Do I have to be disarmed AND smaller than you AND have my back turned? And do you really need ALL THESE GUYS to help you do it?” I met each and every pair of eyes that belonged to my would-be attackers as I spoke and one by one, they all looked away. I laughed when I finished speaking. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were scared of me.” I turned to face him now.

But, classic Andrews, I’d said the wrong thing. We locked eyes and he suddenly charged me, fingers wrapping around my throat. I felt my air pipe squeeze shut and I choked as I tried to get to air, my eyes watering and widening as I curled my fingers into claws, digging against Tall Boy’s hands to get to air. My feet swung and I finally landed a kick in his groin, but it wasn’t enough. The world was already full of black spots and he only grunted and squeezed me tighter. My eyes leveled on Tall Boy’s, who’s eyes were on me even as his lips quivered. I saw the hurt and the pain in his eyes and despite being in my last moments, I went limp and accepted my death. I saw a little boy fighting some pain he wouldn’t let go of, and I wasn’t afraid of him.

Death might not be so bad. I wouldn’t have to deal with the Black Hood anymore. I wouldn’t have to pick a side. Archie would have an actual reason to hate the Serpents. Oh poor Sweet Pea. Jughead and I’s last words had been hateful and malicious. I wondered if he would regret them. If Archie and my father would appreciate each other more. If... If...

My brain went fuzzy and I struggled to keep my eyes open as the world began to loose color, falling into different shades of gray as it fell away into nothing...

And then I really was falling. Air rushed back into my lungs just to have my body slam into the ground and have it knocked out of me again. I lay there, blinking slowly and mostly paralyzed as my brain screamed of nothing but air. My ears were ringing as I allowed my eyes to finally close. The world was still colored in gray and my body felt so heavy. My ears were more throbbing than ringing now and I could hear voices, but they were too far away to make out. Warm and distant and welcoming, like sunlight at the end of a cold, dark tunnel. Not yet reaching me but tantalizing in his promise If I would just... keep... going...

“Y/n! Keep breathing.” I was on my back, a pressure against my chest. Then a warmth on my mouth and air was surging into my lungs again. I hadn’t realized I still wasn’t breathing. “Come on, Y/n. Come on!”

“Oh my god...”

Suddenly something in my body clicked and I curled away from the person trying to revive me, turning on my stomach. Now I was breathing on my own. Sort of. I was gasping, curling in on myself with my face in the ground. It turned bad when all I was inhaling was dirt and ended up coughing with a raw throat that seared and burned in protest.

When it all finally faded and I rasped breath after breath, my body relaxed only to be scooped up again. Someone was crying. My hand rose to find them through touch as my vision found color and shape again. Hair. I was touching hair, soft and messy. A little dirty too, like the dirt that was now in my lungs. I rested my weak hand against the back of the person’s neck. “Sweet...” I rasped. I winced as the pain returned.

“It’s me. I’m right here.” He was holding me. I curled into him, taking comfort from his familiar warmth and smell and touch. His voice was wet and thick with emotion and it made me want to comfort him. He had to smile again. He wasn’t allowed to be sad. This world could taste my knuckles if it thought otherwise.

I smiled. “Guess I need to learn to fight,” I whispered, wincing again.

Sweet Pea laughed but it sounded broken up and messy, like maybe he was half crying too. “You’re insane.”

A new voice joined the conversation. “Let’s get her home, Sweet Pea. She needs water.” He must have agreed because he was suddenly scooping me up, holding me in his arms as he walked. “We’ll be right behind you.”

“Okay. I’m going to take her to my place.”

“Where else would you take her? I said home, right?”

There was a pause and then we were walking. He was walking, holding me. “Hold on, Princess,” he whispered. His lips pressed against my forehead and I relaxed, closing my eyes and allowing myself to just be still and quiet and listen to his heartbeat. “We’ll be home soon.”

When the pain and dreariness and headache went away, the world’s color and clarity came back but all I could feel was a strong need for alcohol. “Please,” I groaned as I looked at Sweet Pea.

“Your throat is all kinds of messed up, trust me, you want soda.” It wasn’t like I was an alcoholic, but I had drunk it once and the light easy going feeling was what I was craving right now. I glared at him and he glared right back. “I’ll get you alcohol when you let me go beat the shit out of Tall Boy.”

Immediately we switched placed. “Sweets, no.” He rose his eyebrows and I sighed. “Look, he didn’t kill me-“

“He tried to!” Toni accused from the entrance into the kitchen. Sweet Pea motioned to her, silently using her word as an enunciation to his own points.

I sighed. “Serpent law says you can’t hurt one of your own.”

“Well he broke the law first,” Fangs snapped. “Once you break Serpent law you’re not a Serpent anymore. That’s why we don’t break the laws.”

My eyes lowered to my hands. “But he didn’t break Serpent law.” My three friends looked at me, about to be offended before they saw the hurt on my face and realized this wasn’t about me rejecting them but about me feeling rejected by them. The air in the room changed to one of defense but I spoke before they could. “Cause I’m not a Serpent. I’m not. And even if I put on the jacket and get the tattoo and do the dance, I won’t be a Serpent. No one will look at me or treat me like a Serpent- I will ALWAYS be a North Sider.” Jughead's words came back to me. Even he thought so, deep down.

Sweet Pea sat next to me, taking my hands in his and drawing our eyes to meet. Mine were watery and he kissed my knuckles. “Y/n... What we saw today. You standing up to Tall Boy with the courage of a man three times your size. It was amazing. The way you stood up to him and called him on his bullshit. You’ve shown the heart of a Serpent. And when you stood against your brother when the chance came. When you turned to trust us that first night without reason or logic, refusing to go back home because you were horrified of what he’d done. When you spoke against him for us later, standing up for us and choosing up. You showed the loyalty of a Serpent. You look and sound and act like a Serpent and you’re... you’ve got family in the Serpents already. Toni.” She smiled at me as I looked over at her. “Fangs too.” He poked his head up as he paced behind Toni, in the next room. He nodded at me as we made eye contact. When I looked back at Sweet Pea, his smile softened. “Me.” I swallowed, finding myself blushing. “And Jones too.” My eyes fell again and he sighed. “Despite what he said, he sees you as family. That’s why he trusts you. Came to you and asked you for help. He didn’t come to any of us. He went to you and then he went to your dick of a brother.” That made me chuckle. “Unlike you. When Jughead screamed at you, you could have run home. But you didn’t. Because your home is here. When you brought other people to Tall Boy's attwntion, you could have threatened Archie, or your dad. Or the entire North Side- all which would have happened. He would have started a war with the North Side. Killing one of the few people they knew and at all trusted, who was also pro-South Side? They would have eaten that UP and we would have been totally screwed. It was perfect reasoning and even Tall Boy would have had to acknowledge it. But that’s not what you thought of in that moment. You thought of Jughead. You thought of me.” He went quiet and my eyes watered again. This time the tears fell and he pulled me into a hug. “You’re a Serpent, Y/n. You just need the jacket.”

I smiled. “I would like that. Yeah.”

He leaned away, suddenly a new light in his eyes and a smile on his face. “Wait really? You want to make it official?” Fangs pushed past Toni and they both entered the room more, equally as excited.

I laughed, a weight lifted off my chest finally. “Yeah. I want to make it official.”

Sweet Pea looked about ready to kiss me and I felt my heart explode in my chest as he leaned forward. But Toni got overexcited and rushed over to us, Fangs shooting into action as he followed right behind her. She tackled me in a behind hug, both of us breaking into loud laughter. “OH MY GOSH YES! We finally get to be real sisters.”

Fangs placed his hand on my head, ruffling my hair a bit since I was out of reach to hug. “It’s gonna be good to add you to the family.” After a second he added, “Don’t worry Sweet Pea she won’t be your sister. That would be weird.” He and Toni cracked up even harder as Sweet Pea and I both exploded with blushes, eyes wide and gazes avoiding each other’s.

This was going to be fun.

“Are you sure about this?” Toni asked, her face worried. My eyes peeled away from the pole and I smiled, nodding. She pulled me into a hug. “You’re going to be great. And Sweet Pea and Fangs are in the crowd ready to beat the hell out of any pervs. More than I had.”

My heart grew heavy. “I hate this,” I whispered.

She leaned away, sighed. “Me too. One day we’ll get it changed. But, for now, if you want to be a Serpent...”

“I do the dance,” I finished, nodding. “Okay.” She pat me on the back and I took a breath, entering the stage. The music started and silence hit the crowd. Everyone knew my dance was tonight. Every single Serpent knew about what the bruises on my neck meant and how far I had come. Not a single Serpent didn’t know every detail of the story of me versus Archie and me versus Tall Boy. From what I heard, everyone was keen to the idea of me joining the group. But that was just from what I’d heard from people who were very willing and capable of hiding any negative talk.

I felt eyes on me and turned to look at Sweet Pea, finding him past the lights and in the crowd of people. Everyone else was faceless as I focused on him, taking a breath. He wasn’t looking at me and I was half grateful for him being a gentleman and half irritated because I wanted to see him. I wanted to see his reaction as much as I wanted his reassuring smile.

The moment passed and I grabbed the pole, beginning to move. This wasn’t the time to hold back. At first I tried to pretend no one was there but that didn’t work. I could smell them and hear them shuffling around - I KNEW they were there. It was when the chorus of Nick Jonas’ “Right Now” hit the chorus that I let go of my fear. In my mind I mad these people as threatening as Tall Boy and as arrogant as my brother. The two moments that I had claimed confidence I honed again. I managed a smirk, feeling the music and moving my body to it. It was so much easier than I thought it would be once I just stopped caring.

Right now, you know I want your body, so I won’t kiss nobody until you come back home.

And I swear, the next time that I hold you, I won’t let you go nowhere, you’ll never be alone.

I’ll never let you go.

Towards the end of the song is when Sweet Pea’s self control broke. He looked over and our eyes locked and I smirked wider, putting on a bit of a show at this point. I dropped my butt so I was sort of crouched down but lower, grabbing the pole and pulling myself up the pole again. My head tilted back, hair dangling. When I looked over, Sweet Pea swallowed, wide eyes ripping away from me as his face light up red.

I tried not to feel good about myself.

The song ended and I ran a hand through my hair, bending down to scoop up my shirt and skirt where I’d throw them when I’d stripped them off earlier. Then I made my way delicately off the stage. The second I was off the stage, the lights off and the music gone, I froze, eyes wide.

What had I just done?

Toni looked as shocked as I felt. “Holy crap girl, you have MOVES!” I blushed, raising my hand to rub the back of my neck. She nudged me and we both laughed.

I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly very self conscious in just my underwear. It was a relief when I felt a jacket go around my shoulders. “Here.” I looked over to see Sweet Pea. He’d given his Serpents jacket to me. I hadn’t worn it since that first night. This time it felt just as comfortable, but it also felt fitting. I couldn’t believe that... that I...

“Does this mean I’m... I’m official?”

“You just need the accessories,” Toni joked, wiggling her eyebrows.

I felt eyes on me and pulled the jacket tighter around me. Sweet Pea felt my discomfort and stepped up next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s get you home,” he declared. “We’ll worry about the rest tomorrow, yeah?” I nodded and Fangs and Toni waved to me as we left, Sweet Pea doing his best to block my body from everyone else. Once outside I paused to pull on my shirt and skirt again and he looked away as I took the few seconds. Once I was done he gave his jacket back to me and I grinned, thanking him. He smiled, nodding. We then moved to his bike, me clambering on the back after he started it.

My arms went around his waist and I pressed my cheek against his back. He breathed purposefully, relaxing more the further we got away from the Wyrm. When we got to his trailer, he lead me inside with a hand on my back. I got excited think things might finally change between us. Maybe he’d kiss me. Or... Or maybe he’d...

Despite where my brain was going, he immediately moved to the couch after giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight. You did well tonight.”

I stood there, frowning. After a second, he looked over at me, confused as to why I was there. “That’s it?” I asked. He stood to his full height, his hands moving to his waist. He looked like a mom scolding her child, eyebrow raised and head tilted.

He smiled a bit, letting me know he knew exactly what I was thinking. He moved to me slowly and I backed up against the wall but he just kept coming until our lips were millimeters apart, our breath mixing in the air. “Is this what you want?” Suddenly my heart was racing and I swallowed. I shuddered as his traced down my arm. He leaned away, chuckling. “Didn’t think so.”

I glared. “I just thought-“

He shot me a look. “That we were going to have sex? I have self control, Y/n, and you are not ready. I’m not ready for that, with you. We’re not there yet.”

I opened my lips to argue. “I-“ But then I stopped. “Yet?” He suddenly wouldn’t look at me. I chuckled, moving to his side. “I just want to kiss you, honestly. I was hoping I could at least do that.”

He met my eyes and suddenly pulled me close, his arms wrapping around my waist. I grinned, my hands moving to the back of his neck. “Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to kiss you?” My breath caught. His forehead rested on mine, my eyes fluttering shut when he leaned forward. I tilted my head back so that our noses brushed, lips ghosting. “I’ve wanted to kiss you so badly,” he mumbled and we were so close I could feel the movement.

I swallowed. “Then kiss me.” Every word was felt, our lips touching just enough. Then he closed the gap - as small as it was - and we were kissing. He pulled me tighter against him and I inhaled sharply through my nose, my hands slipping into his hair, tugging. He stepped forward, a little clumsy. He found the wall and pressed me against it. It felt so good to have him so close. We got lost in each other. We parted a second to catch our breaths just to dive right back into the kiss. We kissed again and again until the room seemed to grow much hotter than it had been. His hand moved to my waist, finger tips slipping under my shirt. I gasped.

He pulled away fully, blinking his eyes. “Sorry,” he grunted.

“It- it’s- you’re fine,” I stumbled to reassure.

He looked at me, chuckling as he shook his head. “No it’s not. I said we’re not ready because we’re not. You’re just...” He reached up, the side of his fingers tapping my chin. “So hard to resist.” I blushed and he kissed me again, this time short and sweet. He went to move away. “Goodnight Y/n.”

I caught his wrist. “Sleep with me.” He glared and I shook my head. “No I mean, JUST sleep.” I laughed and he relaxed, actually smiling. He sighed, pausing to think. I moved toward the bedroom, tugging him after me.

He laughed. “Okay, okay. The couch was giving me neck cramps anyway.”

That night I fell asleep wrapped in his arms, his kiss still warm in memory on my lips. So we failed the 48 hour dare and the Black Hood was waiting for us tomorrow. Tonight? Tonight I slept with not a single worry, warm and in the arms of the boy I was falling for. The boy that was falling for me. Everything else could wait for tomorrow.

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The Seduction Game- Dean Winchester And Klaus Mikaelson Chapter Two

Dean Winchester x Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

Warnings: Explicit language. Lots of it. (lol, what’s new) Jealous!Dean Asshole!Dean Slut-shaming

Disclaimers: I don’t own any SPN or TVD/TO characters/plots mentioned.

Word Count: words

Read Chapter One Here

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You knew Dean wasn’t going to react well to your proposal, but this was a tad bit too much.

“The hell you are. If you think I’m letting you seduce Richy Rich over there, you’re sadly mistaken sweetheart,” he spits with angered indignation and some other emotion you couldn't quite pinpoint...

You scoff. “I’m not asking you to let me do anything.” You quirk an irritated brow at him again. “Do I really need to repeat myself again Dean?” You hiss lowly. “I’m going to do it with or-”

“Without my help,” he grumbles. “I know. But just know,” he jabs a finger aggressively in your direction, “that I ain’t happy with this,” his neck vein protrudes and you struggle not to point it out with amusement as he continues. “We can’t just ditch our initial plan! This is crazy Y/n! You-you can’t seduce people. You’re...” he trails off and throws a hand in your direction weakly, seemingly stumped and at a loss for words.

For some reason, his words slice into your heart like a boiling hot knife. Did he think you were so unattractive you wouldn’t be able to seduce people? Though, you don’t let him see it because that'd be a major blow to your pride. So, instead, you opt to hold your chin higher in the air, painting a smug smirk on your face. “No? Watch me.”

You wipe the smirk from your face and replace it with an enraged frown. You smile -albeit somewhat wickedly- mentally at Dean’s deliciously confused face.

“What the hell do you think you’re doin-” he doesn’t finish, eyeing you strangely as you raise your half-full glass of champagne. Then, you promptly throw your drink in his face. He lets out a loud gasp as the cold liquid hits his face and deep down you know you enjoyed doing it.

He wipes his dripping chin with a ‘really?’ expression thrown your way.

You whisper a little to him. “Just play along,” then you slip back into character (although you’re not entirely sure it’s a character anymore) and shove his chest away from you, speaking loudly. “You fucking dick!” Several people eye you as you whirl on your heels, bring back your shoulders and inhale deeply, readying yourself to give the performance of your life.

Because let’s be honest; you weren’t really a seductress. Although you could acknowledge the great power a woman’s beauty and charming personality could have over any man, you just weren’t a master at the art. You’d had a few conquests here and there, worked a few tricks on them, but none of them lasted long. And none of them looked or were nearly as electrifyingly magnetic as Klaus Mikaelson.

As ungracefully as you can, you make your way to the other side of the room where Klaus is. You don’t stop near him, nor do you acknowledge his presence when you feel his scrutinizing gaze bore into you again, only, in what you hope is a subtle manner, cock your head gently to the side, exposing your neck to his sensitive nose.

You watched closely for a reaction out of the corner of your eye. A wince, a flinch, or hell- even a smirk would do! Something to prove him a vampire and your neck being a tantalizing enough snack for him to savor. But alas, he doesn’t crack, only follows you with his gaze as you practically stomp your way towards the door.

Admittedly, you were a bit disappointed at his quite obvious lack of initial interest, but that wasn’t your entire plan so you weren’t that worried.

Throwing a glance at Dean, who stands in the same spot you had left him, fuming, you move to the outside with your gaze, hoping he’d get your meaning. I’m going outside alone, you hope your expression conveyed. He frowns, but that’s all you have time for if your plan was to run smoothly, so you look away, immediately painting a pained look on your face and hoping that Klaus was still looking.

The familiar small shivers of twisted delight were pretty hard to miss though, so you knew he was.

You shake your head to clear the prohibited thoughts and hang it as you step out, closing the door shut behind you.

You wait in the cool night air, becoming more and more unsure of your plan as you plop down on a stoop. Maybe you had misread all the signs. Maybe you hadn’t really hadn’t caught Klaus’s attention and this would be a flop and then you’d have to do it Dean’s way. Just as you begin to worry, though, the door swings open.

Your head snaps to look over your shoulder, slightly startled. Klaus Mikaelson stands there, armed with a perfectly-fitting high-end tailored tux, shiny dress shoes, his irresistible smirk, and mischevious baby blue eyes.

You pretend to deliberately ignore his presence, looking away from him as he comes to sit next to you. You immediately tense up at his proximity. He smelled really good. Like men’s gel and something chypre.

Finally, he speaks. “Hello love.” You immediately fall into a trance at the sound of his voice. He has an English accent that makes his brooding voice velvety soft, although he still has an edge of mischievousness to it. The word ‘love’ rolls easily off his tongue, spilling from pink luscious lips easily.

Hot-fucking-damn.

He speaks again, eyeing you suspiciously. “I noticed you storm out just now. Everything okay?”

You refuse to look at him or shiver at his pet name, speaking in a slightly teasing tone to deflect his question. “Do you normally sneak out of your own party to talk to strangers?”

He chuckles heartedly and you can’t help the delightful tingles that shoot through your very core at the sound. Why the hell was he so attractive for?

“Not commonly, no. Only the beautiful ones induce such a rash reaction from me, I suppose.” He shrugs furtively, sneaking you a flirtatious smirk and making your heart speed up almost immediately.

Wow, he was very blunt. You smile. It was like a breath of fresh air. Especially with Dean and all his mixed signs...

Though you don’t blush at his sly compliment visibly, you very well want to. Silently, you look over at him, an unimpressed look drawn on your face. “Wow, that might actually be the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard anyone give me.”

Klaus studies your face closely and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so exposed. in your life. “For some reason, I highly doubt that, beautiful stranger. Though, I cannot keep calling you that when you already know who I am.”

You smirk up at him, this time genuinely, although you’re sure all your reactions with Klaus have been so far. “Really? Because I was actually thinking it has a particularly nice ring to it.”

He narrows his eyes as if to inform you he knows you’re unwilling to give him your name. You take quick mental notes.

He was very charming. Dangerously charming, even. But...not in a Dean-way. It was another kind of charming. An effortless yet elegantly dark air about him that sucked you in from the moment you’d met him. Dean gave off more of a standoff-ish typical bad boy vibe off that drove girls crazy. You included.

“You seem a tad bit too cocky for your own good, though. What makes you think I know who you are?” you inquire challengingly. If he liked his women fierce, then you were just the gal.

Take that Winchester, you beam mentally as your eyes scan his body language. Light lip licks, quick but not too quick. Slightly raised brows and pointed pelvis, toes. He’s leaning into you in such a way the untrained eye wouldn’t notice and he’s sitting with his legs spread which would normally indicate deep interest, but seeing as you’re sitting on a stoop, could also indicate he’s searching for a comfortable position.

He offers a crooked smile. “Well, for one, you’re at my family’s party and you just said it was mine. How would you know otherwise?” he’s got a sharp ear too, you note. Not as in enhanced-hearing sharp, more like...listening-gains-you-information sharp. That one was far more dangerous.

You chuckle softly then go silent, observing as he begins trailing his eyes over you again, taking his time to take in your appearance. You know he’s noticed you study him. Well, you looked at him from beneath your lashes, so you hoped it looked more like checking him out than reading him (although that was virtually impossible to do). He was lightning quick and the hardest person for you to read yet- aside from Dean.

Klaus was fast -used his charm and wit to hide his true feelings as soon as they surfaced. But Dean...he was hotheaded and used hostility and his macho-man act to hide his feelings. In a way, they were similar. In many ways actually, but in this area, you noticed, they were both attempting to seem more okay than they actually were. And although they had different methods of getting there; they both ultimately had the same goal. Detachment.

There was something awfully calm about being near Klaus. His presence tranquilized your mind and soon, you were scooting closer to him, searching for his warmth. He looks over at your light shuffling with raised brows and you can only hope Dean is watching you in case things go sideways.

Klaus smells really, really good. You inhale subtly at his elegant scent. Dean smelled more masculine, you note. Although both are equally delicious. Wow, you’re a creeper Y/n, you laugh mentally,

You elbow him lightly. “C’mon, out with it. I know you wanna ask.” You pull on your best ‘I-just-broke-up-with-someone-but-am-trying-to-act-cool-in-front-of-a-hot-rich-man’ look.

He looks at you with curiosity and the seemingly everlasting mischievousness ever present. “Whatever do you mean love?” God, the breathiness in his voice is going to be the death of you.

You smirk at him, flipping your perfectly-curled hair over your shoulder. “I know you're wondering who that guy I threw my drink at was.”

Klaus chuckles slightly, turning to you. “Actually I’m not, love. I already know you’re both are lovers of a sort. I do, however, wonder whatever happened to end such an affair.”

You sigh, hoping to seem upset and reluctant. “Well, as probably everyone in the party knows,” you turn to him. “He’s a dick.” Oh, now you really hope he’s watching and hearing.

Klaus hums in contemplation. “And, if you don’t mind me prying love, can I know why you think that?”

You bite your lip in order to hold back an ironic grin at all the thoughts going through your mind right now. So, so many reasons.

You finally settle. “Well, for starters, he’s always lying to me.”

Klaus let’s out an ‘ah’ sound. “Deceit is quite disappointing when you take the other person seriously is it not?”

You breathe out a soft laugh. “That it is.” You don’t wait for him to probe further, already knowing when he opens his mouth and turning to him. “Here’s the thing,” you swallow thickly. “Dean?” You scrunch up your nose. “He doesn’t love me. I think hate is the word that fits his emotions towards me best.”

Klaus frowns. “And why is that?”

You want to burst with a response. Something inside you clicks like you wanted to confess your entire feelings on the situation, but you somehow hold back, remaining cooly composed. It was empowering for some reason. “If I’m honest?” You shrug cooly. “He’s a lying sack of shit that only cares for himself.”

Klaus bursts out laughing and you smile as you confirm your even tone has convinced him you’re completely over your now “ex-boyfriend.” You almost laugh at the notion. As if.

Klaus clears his throat, offering you a light grin. “And I suppose you’ve gained a particular taste for bluntness as a result?” He sounded almost...hopeful.

You can hear the underlying meaning in his words, but cock a suspicious brow, shrugging. “I suppose so, why do you ask?”

He smirks broadly. “Because I’m extremely blunt, love.”

You laugh at his sneaky tease. “Oh? And I suppose that comes in handy when...”

He looks into your eyes, a dark look flickering in his which contradicted the lazy smirk curling the corner of his lip. “When I seduce you.”

You almost beg him to do so as you all but melt into a puddle at his indiscreet words, but then it’s gone, replaced with a joking gesture of his eyebrows. This knocks some sense into you, and you remember the plan. Hard to get. Right.

“Oh, I really doubt you’d be able to do that easily. Don’t think that I’m easy just because I’ve broken up with someone. Emotional vulnerability isn’t my strong suit. I’m more of a let go and move on gal.” Wow, smooth Y/n...Way to shove the idea that you’re over your “boyfriend” and be subtle all at once! You cringe mentally.

But Klaus seems to buy it, a devilish smirk on his face. “Oh, trust me, love,” he leans in and his breath fans your face. “I can be convincing when I want to be.”

You’re almost ashamed to admit that you were quite literally trembling. The effect he had on your body...the fire suddenly stirring in your belly like a hurricane had wreaked havoc on the hottest pits, your curled toes when you look into his eyes to see completely dilated pupils and you both gravitate towards eachother and you’re suddenly so close you could feel his breath on your face. You lean in, getting close to his lips. They brush against eachother and you can feel him suck in a sharp breath but then you switch paths, placing your lips on his cheek tenderly. You let them linger there for a while, taking a whiff of his intoxicating scent one more before leaning slightly away. Your noses brushed as you look longingly at his lips. He himself was staring at your lips like he was about to eat them. He looked so...feral.

As a vampire should.

You lean away, blinking with surprise. That was...incredible. The feeling he gave you...Your heartbeat thumps loudly and your ears and you push down a blush at the fact that he could probably hear it too.

“Uh...it was nice speaking to you Klaus,” you offer a meek smile and get up, attempting to walk away. Well, at least your hard-to-get tactic was still somewhat salvageable. What would he think if you kissed after just having met him?

But Klaus’s firm grasp on your arm stops you mid-walk and you turn to look at him. His eyes are surprisingly pleading. “You haven’t even told me your name, love.”

You smirk up at him, winking. “It’s Blair.” You turn on your heel to walk off but turn back around, giving him a soft smile. “Goodbye, Klaus.”

Then you walk away.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” Dean yells, all but slamming his duffel bag onto his bed. He turns to you with enraged green eyes. “You were so clearly into him Y/n! He’s a fucking vampire for God’s sake! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Dean had met up with you at the motel and was more outraged than you’d ever seen him. He’d walked in, slamming the door behind him and simply wouldn’t drop the subject of you and Klaus “cozying up”. He claimed he was pissed because you were jeopardizing the case.

It was a miracle you’d even gotten that much info from his rantings. You were a little too busy watching his mouth move. Angry Dean was hot as hell, to be honest. Clenched jaw, fisted hands, tense arm muscles that allowed you to see all those years of hunting and protruding veins.

You were indecisive between putting your hands around his dick or his neck.

Somehow you remain calm from your spot on the shitty motel bed, shaking your head. “Dean,” you sigh. “I was only acting the part for the job, okay?”

Dena growls frustratedly, running a hand through his hair and steps closer to your bed. “Yeah? And I assume you were doing the same when you were bad mouthing me too huh?” His voice grows louder at your unresponsiveness. “For the fucking record, I never even fucking agreed to this! You were the one who came up with this dumb ass plan for some reason, and I’m beginning to think you weren’t doing it for the job,” he hisses venomously.

You ignore his insinuation, sitting up on the bed. “Dean, we need to get the facts straight for this. I suspect his family is vampires too so if we’re going to take him and them down, we need the proper preparation. It was acting. Okay? Now drop it.” You were growing more and more irked with his stinky attitude.

He laughs humorlessly “That was not fucking acting Y/n, and you know it. You were turning into a fucking puddle at his feet. Is that how you expect to kill him? By falling in love? Hm?”

Your eyes widen at his claim and the last of your already-strained patience disappears. “Who the fuck mentioned anything about falling in love?!” You stand up, stomping closer to him. “Let’s make something else clear because it seems you just keep getting denser and denser as time goes on.” You stand only a few inches from him and can feel your face red with anger as you poke his chest harshly with every word spilling out of your mouth. “I. Don’t. Fall. In. Love. Dean.” Lies, they’re all lies. You’re in love with him, your mind teases cruelly. You scoff, taking your finger off his chest and letting your arms go limp beside you when he eyes it dangerously. You continue, pushing the heart-wrenching thoughts away.

“And quite frankly, I don’t know why you’re so upset. So what if I was into Klaus? He’s handsome and charming and he’s blunt with his emotions,” you inform with a light growl. Then look him in the eye. “He doesn’t send mixed signals about what he wants. He’s a real man.”

Okay, so might’ve been a bit...low on your part, but you couldn’t help but enjoy the dark look that flashes across Dean’s face as he smiles darkly, knowing it was him you were hinting at.

“I’m sure he fucking is, sweetheart. Seems you won’t have a problem spreading your legs right up for him, hm?” he steps back, the sadistic smile still instilled on his face. “I never doubted you on that aspect though. So go right ahead Y/n. Go be the real you with that rich asshat. Because we all know what that is. A lying, cheating whore.”

You immediately reel back, a pang of immense hurt hitting you like a bullet in the chest. He-he just...he called you a whore. You couldn’t believe it.

Dean’s eyes widen a fraction and a look of regret crosses his face at what he’d said as he opens his mouth.

You don’t give him the chance to speak though, glaring holes into him. You bite out, “Get out.”

He eyes you warily, the hurt look on his face clear as day. “W-what?”

You sniffle, wiping at the tears you hadn’t felt coming violently with the backs of your hands. You feel pathetic crying in front of him like this, but you couldn’t help it. You could feel your heart coming apart at the edges, slowly coming to the center.

Steeling your eyes, you somehow remain cool and collected. “You heard me. Get. Out,” you grit out, barely holding your scarred heart together. He hangs his head and releases a shallow breath.

You almost feel bad about kicking him out of the room this late night at night, but then you remember what he’d just told you.

As he walks out you call to him, feeling like a hurt shit. “Oh and Dean?”

He looks at you with hopeful eyes from the doorway. You want to take that hope and smother it.

You give him a wicked grin. “It’s good you’re leaving so you don’t hear me and Klaus fucking eachother. I think the playing-hard-to-get approach isn’t really working out.”

He clenches his jaw without looking in your direction and walks out, slamming the door so hard behind him the motel room shook.

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Red Velvet Reel 4.1: A Crabapple A Day

[Fic Directory]

Pairing: [Married] Spicyhoney (Underfell Papyrus x Underswap Papyrus)

Summary: Stretch and Edge go to their first prenatal appointment- and Red and Blue tag along. Edge is having a really, really bad time and Stretch manages to help him calm down Pancake.

Characters: Edge (Underfell Papyrus) & Stretch (Underswap Papyrus) & Red (Underfell Sans) & Blue (Underswap Sans) & Mentions of Undyne (Underswap Undyne)

Contains: Mpreg/Skelepreg! Insecurities and comfort! Iatrophobia (fear of doctors)! Anxiety manifesting as aggression! Fluff!

Rating: Teen and up! (I guess?)

Note: I was thinking of just putting chapters up the way it is on Ao3 but! The nice thing about having a Tumblr format is I can change it up some lol! So this’ll be more split up~ :’D

“Stretch...” Edge would forever deny he whined, but that is exactly what he did. Stretch might have found it endearing if his patience wasn’t running so thin. “It’s easier to just go along with it,” Stretch said as gently as he could, flipping the page of the magazine on his lap. He only looked up from the colorful ads when he felt a hand on his forearm, trying to look reassuring, “Hang in there, champ.” Edge came the closest to pouting Stretch had ever seen. It was adorable, but Edge shoved his face away as though he heard what he was thinking. After a few moments of very pointed glaring, keeping his hand on Stretch’s face like a particularly obnoxious cat, Edge pulled him close enough to start whispering again. “Why is your brother still here?!” he hissed, eyeing Blue with tangible disdain.

Stretch gave him a flat look, gesturing at Red who was sitting next to Blue. Edge gave and angry huff even as kept a tight grip on his husband’s arm, “I don’t want him here either. I’m not sure what part of ‘Piss off and die’ he misunderstood-“ “Fine, Fine,” Stretch threw the magazine on the table, making a move to stand up, “I’ll send them on their very merry way if it’s really bothering you that much. It’s not like-“ He cut himself off when he Edge kept a stubborn grip on his arm, preventing him from standing up. He sighed irritably, giving his arm a little shake, “What has gotten into you? You want them gone, but you don’t? What do you want?” Edge didn’t seem to like his tone, giving him a reproachful look as he let go of his arm and settled back down like a sulky child. He gripped the arms of the chair hard enough the plastic started to creak, saying so quietly Stretch almost didn’t catch it, “To not be here.” Stretch was beginning to realize that Edge’s restless energy was anxious distress. As much as he tried to pretend it was annoyance, Blue and Red were just convenient targets. “Oh.” Stretch stared at him for a long moment, unsure of what to do. Edge shifted uncomfortably, crossing his arms as he jiggled his leg restlessly. “What?! Weren’t you leaving? What the fuck are you-?” Raspberries! In a moment of inspiration, he grabbed Edge by the waist and bodily dragged him onto his lap. “Hey!” Edge elbowed him in the chest, hard, struggling against the arms locked around him. “Ow!” Stretch winced as Edge started to press down on the joints of his fingers, creating a pain that was quickly becoming unbearable. His voice was a low, threatening growl, “Paws off! I will hurt you-“ Red looked up sharply, eyelights disappearing as he barked out, “Knock it off, Pap!” Edge froze, as if confused about where he was, and Stretch took his opportunity. “Pancake,” He wheezed, unclasping his hands to rub at his chest. He left the other resting on Edge’s leg, fingers loose and open. Edge seemed to breathe a little easier, no longer feeling as trapped. “Wanted Pancake. Sorry.” “Don’t-“ Edge let out a shaky breath, gently grabbing his husband’s hand to massage the abused joints. He looked down at the fingers with something akin to misery, voice tight like he was holding back tears, “Don’t apologize! It’s me! ...It’s always me. I almost- I could have- I’m so-“ Stretch pulled Edge into a hug, tucking his face against his chest to give him a little privacy as Edge curled his arms around his neck, tight and desperate. He rubbed soothing circles on his back, concerned and unsure what to do, looking to Red for help. Red looked equally unsettled by the alarmingly open display of vulnerability, shrugging with palpable anxiety. Blue stood up suddenly, stretching his hands above his head, “These chairs are so bad for your spine! Especially shorter ones like ours, huh, Red?” Red looked at him oddly, glancing between him and Stretch several times. “Are you fuckin’ serious right now?!” “Absolutely!” Blue grabbed him by the arm with surprising strength, pulling him off of his chair and dragging him towards the door. He pushed Red into the hallway, shutting the door behind him loudly. Blue’s voice was pleasant but firm, petering out as the walked further away, “Physical health is never a joking matter! We’ve got no-body to disagree with, mweh heh heh! Don’t give me that look- you don’t even have any eyes!” Stretch waited until it had been quiet for a several seconds, running soothing hands down Edge’s back and all along his spine. He pressed a series of kisses along his skull, whispering, “You’re all out of sorts, huh? You feeling ok, darlin’?” “No, I’m too cognizant and alert-” Edge shook his head as an almost incomprehensible torrent of muffled words started to come out, “I’m sorry- I could’ve hurt you- I’m so sorry-“ “Come on now,” Stretch said gently, rocking them both ever so slightly, “It’s my fault too. I should have asked you first. I’m sorry I startled you.” Edge shook his head again, grip becoming tighter as he burrowed his head further into his husband’s chest. “Inexcusable.” Stretch let out an unhappy sigh, changing the subject, “Pancake’s really doing a number on you, huh?” He rubbed Edge’s hip with one hand, stroking down his spine with the other. “As their magic’s developing, they’re throwing yours all out of whack. Mood swings and morning sickness are par the course, but they really suck. I wish I could take them away from you, give them to someone else- like Black. Or that guy next door with the big van he can’t park. Why does he own such a big car if he can’t even drive it?!” Edge didn’t laugh, but he did relax marginally. “And as if all these things weren’t enough, Pancake’s projecting their anxiety onto you too! Baby’s first doctor visit is awful, I know.” Stretch shifted so he had one hand resting on Edge’s ectomagic, gently petting the Souling inside. “It’s ok, baby,” he cooed softly, feeling his husband shift slightly, “I know it’s scary- I don’t like doctors much either. But this Doctor is really good! She’s actually one of my best friends, and she opened her clinic today, on her day off, just so she could meet you! VIP treatment there, Pancake. All she wants to do is check you out, make sure you’re getting everything you need. Gotta make sure you’re gonna be as strong as your Dad, you know?” Edge put his hand on top, intertwining their fingers. Stretch continued earnestly, nuzzling Edge, “Your Dad has to get a checkup because of you too, you know, and you don’t see him fussing. He has even worse experiences with Doctors, and look at how brave he’s being. You’re giving him a bad case of the jitters, so please settle down. I know you can do it, P. I’ll getcha a little sweet something something if you do.” He gave the souling one last pat, letting their joined hands rest on the ectomagic lightly. Edge kept his head on Stretch’s shoulder, eyes closed and looking... maybe not relaxed or content, but certainly less stressed out. “How was that? Pancake settle down?” Edge brought the back of Stretch’s hand to his mouth, planting a loving little kiss and keeping it there as he nodded. Stretch felt his heart swell with warmth, “It was the bribe, wasn’t it? They got a sweet tooth too, huh?” “I think,” Edge started, with obvious affection, “It was all you, actually. Papa is a very calming, reliable presence. It’s hard to be afraid when he’s so supportive and reassuring, and Pancake wants to make you proud. They love you very much.” “Yeah?” Stretch felt giddy, resting his cheek against his husband’s forehead as he looked down at the covered ectomagic in wonder. “How do you know what Pancake’s thinking?” Edge laughed softly, “They tell me, obviously.” “Obviously,” he echoed back. “I’m serious!” Edge picked up on his incredulity, playfully pinching him, “Cravings are their way of saying their missing some nutrient. Fatigue is saying they need more magic and I should slow down. They react to your presence positively, which must mean they like having you around. It’s certainly not my doing.“ “Really?!” Stretch sat up in excitement, making Edge grudgingly follow suite, “What does that mean ‘positively,’ like- like- they can tell when I’m not around? They miss me? My baby misses me?! Oh! Ohhh~!” Stretch started talking more quickly, “Do they feel happy? Just this feeling contentment like, ‘Yay Papa’s back’? Or is this more of a physical thing, like they… wiggle? Can they wiggle? Oh my god! You would tell me if they could wiggle, right? You wouldn’t keep that a secret- Yeah, course not- oh, like a glow, do they glow-“ Edge’s eyes had turned to regard the door halfway through his questions, looking like he was debating getting back in his original chair or staying where he was.

[Part 1- Here] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]

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cardfightcentric · 6 years

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Weekend report thing

Aka. Sneak report + Locals report + Thoughts on standard/premium

Busy weekend! The first official sneak of the new format, and when I finally went and picked up my trial decks, so my first games in standard and my first games with a true premium deck ( sort of), not just a G-Deck. So I have a lot to talk about today!

The sneak went pretty well for me, I wasn't originally gonna buy anything since I don’t really plan on making blasters for standard, rather just waiting for aquas and granblue before I really start to invest. But i wanted new marrons, so I figured why not and got two kits. Ended up pulling really well and made my money back more or less, and got some trades to making my own semi jankish blaster deck for standard, just to hold me over until algos XD

I had picked up a blaster trial deck simply because if our head judge wanted to run a standard tourney I could actually play something. But since I pulled some stuff for it and wanted to use my newly acquired playset of new marron, I threw something together with soulsavers and a few new cards and a trial deck. I tried playing a few games with a friends similarly janky kagero deck. Honestly while it felt nice to slow the game down a little bit, it also felt just...almost too slow and vanilla with what i’m used to playing. I understand its very early so i can’t really pass any judgements about how the deck plays yet, of if this is what the rest of standard format decks will be like. But it did feel extremely slow and honestly kind of boring. I’m sure it will be significantly more exciting for me playing aqua force, granblue and eventually golds. But for now I will continue to just kinda sit back and wait for those since honestly i’ve never been a fan of playing blasters XD

For the tourney i played the royal deck I fell in love with: brave. I had yet to use it in a real tourney, and i had made some adjustments to my original list so I was itching to try it out. What makes it a premium deck? I put in the new triggers lol. I figured since my list had very few “brave” triggers anyway, trying the 10ks would not be a bad idea, since I’m playing mega aggression 12 crit brave anyway. Balls to the wall deck, in other words. And i’m actually surprised at how well it went, considering the matchups I had.

Round 1: Novas vs Brave

This is my friend who usually beats me in the final rounds, our meeting just happened to be in the first round today. Honestly i think this matchup is very 50/50. If i can outrush a nove player early i can win, but if he’s drawing fire he wins just as easily. The first game I lost by the second stride, the second game I won by the second stride. Since I hadn’t played brave in a while before this, had I not messed up my guarding on the third game, I would have been able to win. I went first, so he could stride first. I g guarded once. And I HAD THE IDEA IN MY BIG BRAIN to guard the second, meager attack with maskgal, since then I would be able to hit 1st stride GB4 with fides and basically take the game. Did I guard with maskgal? NO. So I went into my turn, pushed him to 5 damage with two cards in hand, and then got crit to death. I’m not entirely upset about loosing that way since I know a lot more about how to win the matchup and its honestly not overly difficult if you know how to work with brave resources. It was more of a lack of foresight on my part since I haven’t been playing a lot the last few weeks. And if I have, I’ve been almost obsessively playing Gurguit since I miss him <3

Score 0/1

Round 2: Kagero vs Brave

You know like I don’t even care about this matchup honestly. It’s like go ahead, retire my cards. So long as i’m able to keep a majority of them in my deck the matchup is actually very easy. Because while they have big scary purge turns and easy access to retire, kagero lacks the hand size to really be able to put up with brave and function well. Like yea your gonna purge me, but that's the only attack your going to get this turn, because you had to drop all your rgs to guard me last turn. Both games i was able to sweep with a 2nd stride turn fides. The important part here is really just to make sure their hand is small before sweeping in for a fides turn. Since not a lot of kagero players play heavy draw support it’s much easier to just run them off the field, especially since their key mechanic of retire does very little to stop you from doing what you need to do. If you set up all your Felaxs in the back row they can’t denial you either, so your safe to just steamroll.

Score: 1/1

Round 3: X Gallop Vs Brave

This was actually a very funny set of games. The player that was using X Gallop is horribly annoying, so playing with him is usually a chore within itself. I also despite playing against X Gallop since they draw so much, my rush decks just usually can’t keep up. But brave is the king of rush decks for me, so i worried. First game I managed to sweep since he didn’t realize what fides does ( i talk about the card all the time so i was like really?) and therefore didn’t plan to guard very well. 2nd game was probably the most horribly unlucky game of brave in my life. I drew or damage checked all 8 of my calling grade 2’s (Sulliman and Liverot) so my plays were pretty stunted. Its unfortunately a weakness of the deck, but its something thats kind of difficult to fix due to the way that vanguard just works and the fact that brave royals don’t really have a way to renew resources. If they did, then it wouldn’t be so much of a problem. But I got clapped. The third game was probably one of the most hilarious games i’ve ever played. So this player I was playing against is infamous for being outrageously cocky, so this is kind of karma coming back around. The game started off pretty bad for me. He drew all 4 of his reika's ( i think that's how you spell it) and with a commander laural was able to draw something like 14 cards. Since I choose not to drop a perfect since he had one of the guard break triggers active, and would have sacked it. But i’m a dumbass and I let it hit. So i’m going into my turn with like 20 cards in his hand. He’s at 3 damage, so he’s kind of safe. I stride into fides and i’m trying to figure out how to make this work while not blowing all my own resources. Since I couldn’t get fides call skill, due to not being at Gb4 I decided to attack with him first, and come swinging with the rear guards later. He no guards, which is super cocky in my opinion with that hand size. Then fides decided to bless me and land me a triple crit off my drive check ( to be fair I had thinned a fair amount, and hadn’t seen any triggers in my early turns, so i knew they were in there). I won that game, which usually ends with his cocky ass luck sacking me every time. It was good karma and the look on his face was priceless. I love Fides.

Score: 2/1

Round 4: ChouChou vs Brave

I was...not optimistic about this matchup. While I out pressure, i don't really have big hands to protect myself with on his big turns. With that being said however, I think it's very similar to novas after playing the matchup. Your both going to put out pressure and it comes out to who has better hands to guard with, since mt guard restrict and his restand stride are both very easy to reach. We did get to a game 3 after i just overwhelmed him using my grade 2’s to take him from 2 to 6 damage in one turn, with no triggers might i add. The third game if i had just had ONE MORE card to guard with in my hand of ANY value, I would have lived and then just swamped him next turn. I didn’t actually feel too bad about this loss either, as i felt like i played it very well. Its just a simple fact that the chouchou deck has fr more synergy with itself then brave does, and with the cards I was dealt ( literally) I felt like the games went pretty well.

Record: 2/2

So I felt like it was a pretty good day, i found some adjustments i’m going to make to fides and I very much enjoyed playing the deck. While I know it's not a balanced playing field with the new triggers now, i feel like the bigger triggers really helped brave with its already low hand size and massive power. I really liked playing them and will probably do it again next time i play fides, since its like eh, why not.

I apologise if the formatting on this is bad, I had to wrote in on mobile since my new router sucks ass

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handle-with-utmost-care · 6 years

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Cheerleader/Soccer player PART 5

Ok so I wrote this series years ago (i think like 4 yrs lmao) and I had a very uncharacteristic urge to finish several stuff I have lingering about..

and this was one of them…IDK If anyone is still interested in reading? Lol or even remember? Or maybe you’re new here bc of riptide but lmao surprise I wrote this cringe drabble that turned into a 5 part fic :)

I am like...70% embarrassed by this fic bc i hate mostly every previous part. it was hard to continue bc I had to get over my crippling distaste for sudden POV changes. maybe someday when I’m not too caught up in my own procrastination I’ll go back and rewrite and flesh out this mess and post it on AO3, but for now this’ll have to do.

to the person constantly harassing me to finish it YOU KNOW WHAT ANNIE I FUCKING IFNALLY DID IT OKAY. MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS HAPPY NEW YEAR YOU ASS! @cherylsbosom

also apologies for any typos

PART 5

“Alright, status report girls.”

“I thought we were dropping the fancy lingo?”

“Yeah it’s kinda confusing to keep up with.”

“Status report,” Ally Brooke repeats, sharply eyeing the girls on her bed.

She had invited Dinah and Normani after school to continue discussing a potential plan B.

But from the looks of it, Ally’s got the distinct impression that that’s the last thing on their minds. If their giggling over Dinah’s phone was any obvious indication.

Ally clears her throat pointedly. When that has no effect, Ally stomps her foot. “Girls!”

Dinah drops her phone and Normani’s laughter immediately tapers off.

“We have to focus here. Lives are at stake,” Ally says, as she flips open to the newest empty page in her notepad.

Normani gives her a look of disbelief. Ally almost flushes at the expression, because, okay, maybe she is still getting a bit carried away with this Operation Camren thing.

But she had convinced herself that Camila and Lauren were both too stubborn to realize the obvious. This was all for the sake of love.

And Ally was a firm believer in doing things for the sake of love.

Her eyes glance down at the notepad in time to realize she had already spelled out the mortifying title. She hastily scribbles it out before the girls can see. Normani’s expression turns into an annoyed eye roll.

Fortunately she doesn’t comment, much to the Ally’s relief.

“Mila’s not doing so well,” Dinah says, finally returning her complete attention on the topic at hand. “She’s been ditching soccer practice lately and she never wants to leave her room whenever I try to invite her to go out.”

Ally figured as much. It’s been almost a month since that awful incident at the party, an incident that Camila has been very close lipped about.

Ally had lost count of the number of times she tried to get the girl to open up. Inevitably, each time had always ended in a very indignant frown and an annoyed: “Just drop it Ally, everything is fine, okay?”

Ally wouldn’t press after that. But it was clear that everything most definitely was not okay.

“Lauren is bitchier than usual and I don’t think it has anything to do with the freshman cheerleaders fucking up the pyramid formation,” Normani admits after a while.

Ally sighs at this. She’d been aware of the head cheerleader’s mood swings, witnessing a firsthand account of it yesterday when Lauren completely chewed out a freshman for missing a step in the routine. An honest mistake that really didn’t deserve such a harsh scolding.

Ally had tried to calm Lauren down at the time, but she was having none of it. Instead, Lauren had chosen to stomp off and cut practice short.

Normally, this wouldn’t exactly worry Ally. It wasn’t anything new for Lauren to throw tantrums when things weren’t going her way. But for the tantrums to be so closely followed by a complete emotional 180 was something to be concerned about. And recently Ally had caught Lauren in a state of severe melancholy.

It was a draining experience hanging out with the girls only to have Lauren bringing the atmosphere down with the frequent amount of times she would frown sadly. Or respond sadly. Or even just breathe sadly. Ally had lost count of the sudden urges to shake Lauren and demand what was wrong.

But then, Ally would catch Lauren staring at Camila.

And she had decided that perhaps leaving them alone really was the best option.

Ally plops down at the edge of the bed, defeated.

“And I really thought this was all going to work out.”

“Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be,” Normani offers, as she inspects her nails. “Even though their horoscopes say they’re totally compatible.”

Ally doesn’t question how Normani even knows Camila’s birthday.

Another month passes. Another month of the same strained atmosphere. Ally is sure the rest of the cheerleaders have picked up on their leader’s flip flopped mood swings. The girls on the squad learned to leave a wide span between themselves and Lauren.

The soccer team wasn’t faring much better. Ally had noticed Camila’s performance out on the field had suffered drastically to the point that she’d been sitting out on the bench more often than not.

It was a dreary month for all of them, despite the rapidly approaching homecoming game. Something that she, Lauren, and Normani had excitedly talked about at the beginning of the school year was a topic that had been seemingly forgotten.

Yet the school didn’t share the same sentiment. Everywhere, people were buzzing with pregame excitement weeks before. Hallways were adorned with bright posters and decorations. The school’s PA always made sure to add a final comment reminding students to buy their tickets. Many conversations between classes were heard predicting the outcome of the game.

Today isn’t any different, Ally thinks as she pushes past a group of guys on the football team hyping the other up. She rolls her eyes. The action makes her stop before the cafeteria. She wasn’t like this. Usually she’d join in on the hype. Relish in it.

This whole Lauren and Camila is seriously putting a damper in my mental well being too.

She sighs, pushing through the double doors leading to the cafeteria, feeling a wave of despair at the thought.

The cafeteria is loud and rowdy. More than usual, Ally notices. Her eyes flit over to the source of the noise to find a growing throng of students near the far end of the room.

The shouts and jeers echo across the cafeteria walls, mixing into a cacophonous mess. Ally can’t exactly discern what is being said or cheered. But from the school spirit that’s been thrust in her face recently she thinks she has a pretty good guess.

For a moment, Ally panics that this was a planned lunch event she forgot about, or in one of Lauren’s irrational moods, she’d decided to have an impromptu pep rally to punish the squad.

Ally quickly rifles through her bag, pulling out her weekly planner. After flipping to the latest date, relief spreads through her chest.

No. No scheduled event.

More students gravitate towards the crowd. Ally pushes through several people, in the opposite direction, until she finds Normani.

“What’s going on?” Ally questions, sidling up beside the girl. Normani simply shakes her head.

“I don’t know.”

Ally opens her mouth but Normani quickly cuts in.

“And no, I don’t want to know.”

Ally pouts at her indifference.

The both of them make their way to their usual table. And when Lauren joins them a few moments later, she makes no indication that she’s noticed the unusual overly eager students.

Well that rules out an impromptu pep rally.

Lauren takes a seat. Ally immediately feels a wave of sympathy upon seeing her friend. She takes in Lauren’s miserable frown, the distressed knit of her eyebrows and downcast eyes.

This was probably worse than the random angry outbursts the past month. Seeing Lauren so dejected always managed to pull at her heartstrings.

“Hey girl,” Ally greets, moving to take the seat across from her. Lauren barely lifts up her gaze as she tosses her food with the fork in her other hand.

“Hey,” she answers, casting her eyes down upon the untouched food again.

“You want some of my fruit salad?” Normani probes.” My mom put in some mangos, I know you like them.”

Lauren doesn’t even flinch at the uncharacteristically nice gesture.

“Maybe later.”

Ally and Normani exchange a look. This behavior had seemed to be going further and further into a downward spiral as the weeks progressed. Ally was almost tempted to go through with her intervention.

Look how your meddling turned out.

Maybe Normani was right. Maybe it would be just best to leave them alone.

Ally sighs, before pulling out her own lunch.

The crowd continues to go on strong. The jeers and sneers reverberate throughout the lunchroom even more so than before.

Ally begins to notice that the majority of students are starting to swarm the crowd. Her eyes glance around the people trying to determine the situation. That’s when she realizes something that makes her stomach drop.

“I think that’s the soccer team’s table,” Ally says. The tone of her voice grabs both girls’ attention. She watches as Lauren’s eyes dart towards the crowd and the similar conclusion comes to her. Her expression instantly sparks to life.

Lauren is out of her seat before Ally has time to register anything. She doesn’t even have time to tell her to wait because in the next second Lauren is shoving people out of the way and disappearing among the mass of students.

“Come on,” Ally blurts out, tugging Normani up from her seat to chase after her.

Their process is a lot less effortless than Lauren who had people parting like the red sea after her aggressive pushes.

It’s probably because of the hastily muttered excuse me’s that fall from Ally’s lips. Eventually Normani becomes so frustrated that she just hollers a very loud MOVE.

The students finally part, allowing them to push through until they reach the table…. only to realize that they’re too late.

Ally feels her blood turn cold when she sees her friends.

Slowly, her senses come into focus. And she realizes, dizzily, that cheering she heard earlier were actually people chanting FIGHT.

Dinah and one of the freshmen on the cheer squad are in an intense hair pulling scuffle, while Lauren is on the floor trying to aim a punch on another beneath her, who Ally suddenly recognizes as the girl Lauren chewed out at practice what felt like forever ago.

Ally lunges forward trying to pull Lauren up from the girl, as Normani attempts to pry apart the two other girls beside them.

She manages to get Lauren to her feet, not without a ridiculous amount of struggle. Because then Lauren keeps attempting to hit the girl on the floor. The victim of Lauren’s assault isn’t making things any easier for her either, as she continuously claws at them until Ally gets caught in the fray.

Ally feels her hair being yanked in an awkward angle painfully.

God, if she wasn’t a pacifist she swears she would –

“Stop! Stop! Stop this immediately what on earth are all of you – girls STOP IT!”

The sound of the principal makes them all spring apart from each other.

The six girls are huffing and red faced, attempting to catch their breaths.

Ally’s hand instantly comes to gingerly rub her sore scalp, before scowling at the culprit for the hair pulling. The freshman’s eye is already swelling, and Ally tries to quell the silly surge of pride towards Lauren for getting her good.

She glances at Lauren, sighing in relief that her friend looks unscathed for the most part. Her eyes then come to Dinah and Normani. Dinah is pouting as she tries to fix her mussed hair and Normani is pressing her fingers to her bottom lip in search of blood.

Ally sighs again, and that’s when she remembers the last girl. She searches in a frenzy for Camila, praying she wasn’t a part of this. But then she sees the soccer player, gaping wordlessly at them …completely covered in food.

The principal turns his attention towards them all.

“You seven. My office. Now.”

A month’s worth of scraping gum off the cafeteria tables seems a lot better than a potential suspension. Ally will take what she can get, she decides as they all disperse from the principal’s office.

The two offending freshmen pull Lauren aside to beg for forgiveness. Though from Lauren’s stony expression, Ally figures Lauren is already planning to kick them off the team. But then is momentarily shocked when Lauren accepts their apology stiffly, followed by a malicious threat to stay in line.

(Later on, Ally would find out the girls’ had decided to go after Camila in a misguided attempt lighten up their captain’s somber mood).

“Did you see that girl’s eye? You got her so good, Laurenzo. I’m kind of proud,” Dinah compliments, after the two girls slink away. Lauren’s lips tilt into a small smile.

“Yeah but you practically pulled out her entire weave. That’s impressive,” Lauren responds, a smile finally breaking out.

Not that Ally condones fighting, because, like, she so doesn’t, but it’s nice seeing them get along. Albeit for the wrong reasons. But there’s something so amazing seeing Dinah nudging Lauren in that friendly manner. As if they’d known each other their entire lives.

“You both are ridiculous,” Normani snaps. “I literally just got my nails done yesterday and this happened.” She lifts her hand up to show off a broken middle fingernail. They both laugh and after a while Normani cracks a grin. “But okay, yeah it was kind of bad ass.”

“Kind of? Did you see the other girls?” Dinah demands.

“I don’t really understand how you’re all so happy. We got a month’s detention because you guys can’t communicate like normal people.” Camila’s voice pierces through the lighthearted atmosphere. Ally almost forgets her presence because she had been so silent during their walk through the hallway.

She watches as Camila pulls out a spaghetti noodle from her hair and flicks it to the floor.

“We were defending you,” Lauren mumbles after a while.

“I didn’t ask you to,” Camila snaps. “I was handling it.”

“Clearly,” Lauren mumbles sarcastically.

“You know what?” Camila whirls around. “I don’t need your sarcasm. And I don’t need your stupid sympathy, okay? Today wouldn’t have even happened if you weren’t such a bitch.”

Lauren visibly recoils.

“Mila,” Ally begins but the soccer player shoots her a glare.

“No, don’t do that-“

“It wasn’t my fault,” Lauren begins hotly.

“Like you didn’t plan to have them dump the entire squad’s lunch on me. I have spaghetti noodles in places there shouldn’t be!” Camila snaps.

“Mila, she didn’t know that those girls were going to do that to you. You really think she would send those cheerleaders after you?” Dinah questions.

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

It’s the statement that does it. That plunges the atmosphere completely into a subzero level. That makes Lauren look completely heartbroken. That actually breaks Ally’s heart.

It’s another week of radio silence between the two. Another week of Ally and Normani (and now on occasion Dinah), watching Lauren sigh dejectedly into her food during lunch. Sometimes she’d cast a few sad looks over to the soccer team’s table. And the girls would look upon her sympathetically.

Lauren didn’t know which was worse.

The pity or being ignored. While one was infuriating as hell, the other just…hurt.

This morning in particular was brutal. She had run into Camila in the hallway, accidentally knocking her duffel bag from her shoulder. When she tried to reach down to grab it, Camila scrambled to pick it up herself and hurried away head bowed. The exchange – or lack of one – left Lauren feeling like she was a ghost.

“Would you just talk to her?” Normani groans exasperatedly after Lauren recounts the events to the three of them in Ally’s room after school.

“She practically hates my guts.” Lauren mutters into her pillow.

“Look, as much as I love kicking you especially when you’re down I don’t think I can take any more of your moping. It’s actually starting to depress me,” Normani sighs, sitting down beside Lauren on the bed. “And I doubt she hates you.”

“Yeah, it’s impossible for Mila to hate anything,” Dinah chimes in from her spot on the floor.

“Except me.”

“She’s just really upset right now, Lauren,” Ally supplies. “And rightfully so. You really did a number on her. What the heck did you even say to her at the party?”

At this, Lauren feels her face redden with shame.

She had toyed with the idea of telling them, but she feared that they would hate her more than she hated herself. And she wasn’t ready for any more negativity.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Lauren mumbles. “It was…it was really bad. And I feel really shitty for it too.”

“Then tell her that,” Normani snaps.

That’s easier said than being done, Lauren thinks. She makes a small grunt that earns an eye roll from her friend.

Ally comes to sit next to her and places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Lauren, we’ve all seen the way you look at her.”

Lauren freezes at this. It’s the first time they all sort of acknowledge the big pink elephant of the room that is her more than platonic feelings for the soccer player. And she almost expects mockery or insults. But when she glances up to find them all staring at her supportively, she feels a deep seated worry slowly dissipate.

“And we’re all more than positive she feels the same way,” Ally continues, saying just the right thing to settle her confused doubt.

“Really?”

“Girl, of course she does,” Dinah adds in. “She looks at you like you put the pineapples on her pizza.”

“That’s disgusting, Dinah,” Normani retorts with a fake gag.

“Well where else are you supposed to put pineapples?”

“Um, not on a pizza.”

“It’s called Hawaiian pizza.”

“All that should be on my pizza is pepperoni and cheese,” Normani argues stubbornly.

“How can you not like pineapples on pizza? Who doesn’t like pineapples on pizza?” Dinah demands turning to look at them incredulously.

“I like Canadian bacon,” Ally says unhelpfully.

Lauren tunes the rest of the conversation after the two decide to settle the matter by ordering pizza. Her thoughts stray to the soccer player. And a pang of guilt hits her.

When the pizza arrives twenty minutes later, Normani demands (through a mouth full of Hawaiian pizza) that Lauren take her self-pitying ass next door and grovel for forgiveness.

Dinah agrees, and Ally rephrases that advice in a more encouraging manner. The thumbs up did little for her self esteem as they all but threw her out of Ally’s room and confiscated her phone lest she try to uber it back home.

And that’s really how she finds herself on Camila Cabello’s doorstep, desperately trying to think of ways to get out of knocking.

It’s stupid. This is dumb. There’s no way – absolutely no way Camila would even want to see her. The past week, the soccer player has been pointedly avoiding her.

No, that was an understatement. Lauren was getting the cold shoulder. That blatant icy treatment that left her feeling even worse than before the stupid cafeteria incident.

The last thing Camila had said to her was still plaguing her mind. Camila had insulted her, offended every nerve that could possibly be offended and yet Lauren knew she deserved it. Dinah may have been right – it wasn’t possible for Camila to hate anyone. But reducing Camila to the type of person who could be so incredibly harsh to another person just made the situation all the more worse.

Camila hated her. It wasn’t even something to debate.

Lauren hesitates ringing the doorbell. Her fingertips ghost across the button, brushing the smooth surface uncertainly.

A hundred and one things filter through her head and they all revolve around the girl somewhere behind the door.

She doesn’t get a chance to summon up much courage because in the next second the door is flying open and the Camila Cabello is standing before her.

She doesn’t look as surprised as Lauren feels, which is more than a little disheartening, but she tries not to let it faze her. Instead, she straightens up, almost to the point of rigidity.

Relax Lauren. Jesus. Okay. Here we go-

“What are you doing here?” Camila asks just as Lauren begins to form the apology that was burning to in the back of her throat ever since she Camila ran out of her bedroom crying.

Lauren hesitates, suddenly feeling the little flicker of confidence she fabricated fade away. Camila looks all around unimpressed with her display and this only serves to turn her nerves into jelly. Abort, Lauren. Abort.

NO. You will fucking stay and say your peace or so help me god you dumb shit.

“I asked you a question,” Camila snaps. It seems strange, so completely out of character seeing her so angry. There’s a venom that wasn’t there before in her voice, in her sharp expression that leaves Lauren wishing she had come better prepared for this.

A stab of guilt pricks at her chest as she realizes the only person who made this happen was herself.

Lauren swallows thickly, fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist. The attempt to occupy herself with something besides Camila’s steely gaze is pitiful. But then again, she is a coward. She’s not even sure she can look the girl in the eye anymore.

“Look, if you’re not gonna say anything you might as well just –“

“-I’m sorry!” Lauren blurts out. The desperation of the outcry overwhelms her. She’s not going anywhere until she makes Camila listen – to everything. Because she knows deep down this is her only chance. Her only shot at fixing anything that she’s so despicably good at fucking up.

Camila’s glare softens slightly. It’s very miniscule but it gives Lauren the hope she needs.

“I’m sorry, Camila,” she says again, internally quivering at the name that rolls so effortlessly off her tongue. It comes out so naturally, almost as if it had always sort of had its own place in her voice. As if she was supposed to say it over and over again. Which, admittedly she would do…in the privacy of her room…in the dead of night…where literally no one would be able to hear.

(Of course she would deny ever doing that if anyone asked her).

But it’s the first time she’s ever called Camila by her name. Well the first time non insultingly. And it’s something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the both of them. Lauren feels her face flush suddenly, and Camila’s eyebrows rise.

“Camila,” she pauses, feeling the nervous little buzz building in her stomach at the name. “I didn’t – look, about what happened at the party – I didn’t mean it.”

Camila’s eyes narrow and the walls are back up again.

“It sure didn’t sound like it. Just because you defended me last week, which I didn’t even freaking ask you to do by the way, doesn’t mean I’m going to be welcoming you into my life with open arms,” Camila says. “You humiliated me.”

“I know.”

“No. I don’t think you do, Lauren. It hurt. Like a lot, okay?” Camila blurts out. “I’m not even sure I can forgive you.”

Lauren feels that little glimmer of hope crash dive. This isn’t going as planned. Oh what did she know? There weren’t any plans or any go-to instructions for this kind of situation. How were you even supposed to convince the girl that you’ve been stupidly in love with for four years that you want her?

She flushes at the thought and the familiar wave of denial bubbles up in the pit of her stomach. She can barely even admit that fact inside her own head. How could she possibly even begin to explain it to Camila?

The girl practically thinks she hates her, which she doesn’t. Oh god, she doesn’t even hate her at all.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me, Camila,” Lauren begins, feeling her voice tremble. “I really don’t. I just – I just wanted to explain.”

Camila stares at her expectantly.

“I didn’t know what people were going to think if they found out,” Lauren mutters and Camila rolls her eyes.

“That’s not enough.”

“I was scared.”

“That’s still not enough.”

“Camila, please.”

She sees the girl’s expression soften again, the aggression slowly crumbling away. It gives her the courage she needs, the motivation to bring down her own stupid barrier preventing her from being vulnerable.

And this time, when Camila speaks her anger has soundly melted. “Don’t be scared.”

It’s just a small request, not even louder than a whisper but Lauren can hear it. The conviction behind the three words. The ounce of moral support beneath them. The figurative hesitant arms being slowly opened for her to walk into and it’s enough.

Lauren takes a deep breath, her heart pounding. She swallows thickly and tries to calm the rapid beating.

“I really didn’t mean what I said to you at the party,” she begins

Lauren almost anticipates Camila to make another sarcastic comment, but she simply stares at her so she continues.

“I didn’t mean it when I told you that there wasn’t anything that would happen between us. I didn’t believe it in the slightest because…I wanted something to happen,” she admits in a rush. “And all that stuff about you being no one was just about the shittiest thing I’ve ever said and I feel terrible. It’s not true at all, Camila. Not even a little bit. I was just – I wanted to hurt you because I was the one feeling like the loser. I’m a shitty person know I am.”

“You’re not a shitty person Lauren,” Camila sighs wearily. The admittance makes her hesitate. Makes her stop and stare at Camila keenly, feeling her chest ache suddenly.

Even in her anger, Camila will still defend her. Lauren isn’t even sure if this should please or upset her.

“I am though. And it’s not even about the night of the party. I know I’ve put you through hell for like years. I’ve just been such an idiot about all of this because I was just so fucking scared of what it all meant.” She stops and runs a nervous hand through her hair. “Because I’ve never felt this way, like ever about anyone and I knew, deep down that you had the power to hurt me in the worst way. And I just, like I just refused to give you that power so I thought that if I hurt you first…” Lauren trails off, shaking her head. The shame that’s kept her up all night for weeks manages to creep back up.

She averts her gaze, feeling the all too familiar burning stinging building. The last thing she wanted to do was cry in front of Camila.

“It’s stupid I know,” Lauren mumbles. “It makes no sense – that logic. I’m an idiot and I don’t want to be that person anymore. I don’t want to be that person who gets scared over every fucking little thing, or the person who cares more about her popularity than the things that really matter. I just don’t care about that stuff anymore. Camila, I don’t care. I don’t even – I can’t even properly articulate how fucking sorry I am. For everything. For making your feelings seem like they don’t matter because they do, Camila. They matter so much to me. And…I’m done belittling my own feelings as well because…because they matter too.”

She feels Camila’s eyes burning into the side of her face, almost as if prompting her to turn and face her. But she’s afraid of what she’ll see. Disgust? Anger?

She doesn’t expect the softness. She doesn’t expect the understanding. She doesn’t expect the feel of her fingertips brushing against her. In comfort. Acceptance.

Camila’s warm hands come to grip hers, undoing her tight fist. She feels a palm press into hers and it feels so incredibly intimate that Lauren is almost tempted to pull away. The sudden fear springs up again. The fear of being hurt.

But when she looks up at Camila’s face again, the fear melts.

“What do you feel?” Camila asks gently.

She poses the question that went unanswered in that stuffy room during the party. She’s opening the door of vulnerable opportunity. She’s allowing Lauren a second chance. One that she knows she doesn’t deserve.

A gentle squeeze of their hands prompts Lauren to speak again.

“I feel…” Lauren’s voice dies, as a lump forms in her throat. It’s stupid to get this emotional, she thinks. But god it’s been such a long time since she’s felt anything remotely similar to this. “I feel a lot,” she finishes lamely.

Camila tilts her head. For a second, Lauren feels that she’s going to laugh at her dumb attempt at opening up. But Camila is patient, something that Lauren is beginning to feel grateful for. She’s nothing like Lauren.

“I think you should know, that I…” Lauren trails off uncertainly. She stammers on the spot for a moment. It takes another gentle squeeze for Lauren to calm her nerves. “I think you're the most irritatingly adorable person I've met. I get butterflies every time I'm even in the same room as you, or even when you just look at me because you make me so nervous. And you make me doubt everything and it pisses me off but at the same time I love it because it’s you.” She pauses, releasing a shaky breath. "You’re just – like – I don’t even think you realize how extraordinary you are Camila.”

Lauren averts her eyes. Blearily glowering down at her shoes. Shifting weight between each foot. But Camila’s hand is still in hers. Intertwined. Giving Lauren just enough courage to continue.

“And I know it’s stupid because I’ve been such a bitch to you all of these years. I know it probably doesn’t mean much to you, saying all of this now. I just,” Lauren pauses, searching for the proper words. Her pounding heart isn’t exactly making it any easier. Camila staring at her so intensely isn’t making it any easier either. “I just wanted your attention. And I didn't care if it was negative attention.”

Lauren lets out a shuddering breath. The hand in hers loosens, and Lauren quickly tightens it, keeping their fingers firmly interlocked.

“I wanted your eyes on me. I wanted you to know me. That’s what I’ve always ever wanted, Camila."

The homecoming game falls on a chilly Friday night in October. The winds send a biting chill as the sun falls into its daily descent. The bright lights of the stadium highlights the puffs of breaths exhaled from excited students as they find their seats on the bleachers.

The football teams congregate on either side of the field, huddling for their plays. The cheerleaders form a tight group on the track, coming closer for warmth behind their short, pleated skirts, awaiting their captain’s presence.

The frosty air extends past the field, curling and slithering beneath the cracks of the school’s double doors, spreading through the empty hallways. Even faintly permeating within the small confines of the girl’s locker room. Where the conveniently absent head cheerleader has dragged a more than willing soccer player away from the loud crowded football field.

Lauren presses Camila up against the locker. She feels Camila squirm beneath her weight and she gets a thrill out of it. Her lips brush against Camila’s forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her chin, finally resting upon her mouth. Lauren moves them slow and sensually, closing and parting her lips in a delicious rhythm she has become quite familiar with.

Lauren parts her lips again, taking in the Camila’s bottom lip. Her teeth close around them, almost playfully. It would be playful if Lauren’s hands aren’t currently trying to cop a feel beneath the girl’s shirt.

Camila pulls away breathlessly. Her pants beat enticingly against Lauren’s lips, tempting her to close the gap again. But Camila is resilient, even angling her body away slightly.

“Did the girls give you a hard time?” Camila asks, her hands loosening their tight grip in her hair.

“No, it’s not halftime yet.”

Camila nods and leans back against the locker again.

“Do you think they suspect anything?”

“Please. The girls are still betting on Ally’s dumb Operation Camren plan,” Lauren scoffs. Camila laughs. Lauren feels Camila’s fingers play with the ends of her hair, twirling a few strands.

The uneven pace from the kissing has melted, warming Lauren up inside, as if she had her own personal Camila sweater. The thought almost makes her cringe. When did she turn into such a sap?

“You know, without Ally’s dumb plan this probably wouldn’t have happened,” Camila murmurs.

Lauren wants to disagree. She wants to protest and go through her detailed argument of how very much it would have happened anyway. How they were inevitable from the very beginning. It was only a matter of time because they were made for each other.

But it’s stupid and makes her sound like a weenie, even in her head.

Lauren is a lot of things. But she is most definitely not a weenie.

“Should we thank her?”

“Hmm, probably not,” Camila says, glancing down at Lauren’s lips. “I think she’ll be disappointed that she couldn’t plan our first date.”

There’s always the wedding.

For a horrifying second, Lauren almost says that out loud. It takes her a moment to recover from her almost blunder. She secretly thanks the big man upstairs for gracing her with the ability to keep her mouth shut.

(She makes a mental note to go with Ally to church more often).

“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Lauren finally responds, eyes roaming across Camila’s face. Her flushed expression. Her red, bruised lips, tousled hand blown out eyes. Lauren feels a quiver of happiness and something not quite as innocent fluttering below her waist. Her nails dance around her skin lightly. Camila shivers beneath her touch.

“Are you cold?” Lauren asks in a soft voice.

Camila glances up at her from beneath her eyelashes and Lauren swears she feels her heart stop.

“A little,” Camila murmurs. Lauren doesn’t hesitate in shrugging off her lettermen and draping it over Camila’s shoulders. “Wait, no I was kidding kind of. You can’t give me this you’re gonna get cold and plus everyone is going to see-“

“I’m not gonna need it during the routine,” Lauren reassures in that same soft tone. “And you’re my girlfriend now. Let everyone see.”

Oh god, did that really come out of my mouth? That stupid cheesey dumb good for nothing line that’ll probably make Camz totally cringe. that’s it I’m becoming a Satanist –

But then she looks at Camila and she’s is staring right back at her with an expression Lauren can’t quite put her finger on. But it easily becomes one of her favorites.

She doesn’t get a chance to speak because Camila is pulling her face down for another long, deep kiss. Their lips move at a heated pace. Lauren can feel the message conveyed in the very contours of Camila’s mouth.

I love you.

It’s not time yet. It’s too soon.

But eventually.

Ally bundles up in her letterman, standing next to Normani on the track field. The noise of chatter from the onlookers on the bleachers is a comforting sound, setting in her cold body pleasantly. Her eyes glance towards the football field, watching her boyfriend Troy in his gear, stretching by the bench, before running out into the field to replace another player. It’s the last game of the season and the excitement is tangible.

“Any sign of Lauren? The quarter is about to end. We already be preparing for the routine,” Normani complains.

As if on cue, the head cheerleader runs on to the field hurriedly, looking much too flushed for this cold weather.

“Hey,” Lauren greets, unevenly, making Ally and Normani exchange a furtive look. Lauren catches this. “What?”

“You’re all red,” Ally supplies, rather sheepishly because thinking of Lauren doing whatever she was doing (or who she was doing, rather), isn’t something she wants to picture.

“And you’re …flustered.” Normani smirks.

“Where’s your jacket?” Ally adds.

Finally Lauren snaps. “What is with the third degree? Jesus, I’m here aren’t I? You know what just get into formation.”

Both Ally and Normani resist the urge to laugh at the blushing girl.

Ally doesn’t have the heart to tease her further. Instead, she follows Lauren’s lead, falling into place with the rest of the cheerleaders.

However, as the routine progresses, Ally can’t help but notice something –someone – emerging from the very same double doors their head cheerleader had burst from just moments ago. Out comes a very flustered, but very happy soccer player, wearing a very familiar letterman jacket. And if Ally hadn’t noticed Lauren’s obvious shivering, the fact that Jauregui was engraved across the back in gold letters was telling enough.

Ally watches as Camila practically skips up towards the bleachers to sit beside Dinah, looking absurdly pleased with herself. The sight brings a silly grin to Ally’s face.

She glances over to Lauren who is too busy staring down at her shoes. But Ally notices the distinct pink tinge to her cheeks.

Her attention shifts to Normani and sees that she, too, notices Camila’s sudden wardrobe change. Normani smirks. But both remained tightlipped.

Once halftime is over, Ally watches as Lauren scurries back through the double doors leading to the locker rooms. She doesn’t even wait to have a quick debriefing of their routine, which Ally finds almost irresponsible. Well, she’ll talk to her about that later. It’s not like she doesn’t know what’s got Lauren all flouncy. Or who.

As if to further demonstrate this, Dinah approaches Ally and Normani down from the bleachers with a smug expression on her face.

“I see Laurenzo isn’t with you.”

Normani glances over Dinah’s shoulder.

“Neither is Camila,” Normani states, a matching smirk growing on her face.

They all sort of giggle at their observation.

Camila and Lauren were not discreet at all. Whatever secret they think they had was about as subtle as a neon sign. A blinking one. With dancing interchangeable lights. And fireworks lighting up in the background.

If all of the times Ally’s caught Lauren waiting by Camila’s locker weren’t an obvious indication. It’s probably the hickeys she’s absently seen as Lauren tries to hastily change into her uniform for practice. Or the nights she’s caught Lauren wearing what looked like one of Camila’s jerseys during sleepovers. Or the flowers Camila swears were from her father the days leading up to the game, (even though Ally distinctly remembers her father never buying flowers because of his allergies).

Not that she confronted them about it. At least not directly.

A little teasing maybe. Something that both of her snickering friends could agree with and had wholeheartedly participated in.

But no. No. She’s definitely learned her lesson about meddling…at least until that potential future wedding she’s begun making plans for comes into play.

Which, in that case, Operation Camren 2.0 is definitely a go.

A/N: happy 2018 !

#hwuc fics #wow i can't believe this happened #i still blame you #annie #camren

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