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Wildflowers, a Tamlin x Rhysand prequel fic

Chapter 2 - The Ladies of Prythian

The duties of a birthday boy include riding atop his brother’s shoulders after watching the High Lord of the Day Court crash right outside Gairdín’s gates. Iolin returns him to their mother who gently chastises Tamlin for running off. She’ll never know what’s so great outside these walls, why her littlest one is so desperately obsessed with the forest, even if he hadn’t gone into the forest today. He was spying, an activity that isn’t any better in her opinion.

He’s bathed with bubbles and brushed with a beautiful carved brush. Lady Margret treats it like a ritual, sectioning his hair and combing through it while humming. Her fingers are warm, some lingering ancestry of the Autumn Court coursing through her, and she dries the strands meticulously. Tamlin loves it when she plays with his hair; it feels like comfort rippling through him and he’s finally able to relax. Five, almost six, year olds are restless.

He clings to the clothes given to him by Niki and Lady Stellina, vehemently disagreeing that it’s not too hot to wear the furs. He most definitely did not sweat through them. The bath was for his dirty toes, that’s all! In the end, his mother dresses him in a beautiful green dress tunic that brings out his eyes with tailored shoulders and intricate gold threading that tells the tale of a wild doe in the forests. Tamlin points it out and names her Dolly . His imagination is endless and his happiness even moreso.

And that’s all the fun he has for many, many hours. As the birthday boy, his father has him stand beside his throne of vine and thorn, greeting all the nobles who wish to see him.

“Stop fidgeting,” High Lord Celyddon growls. He barely spares Tamlin a look. It’s the swinging of his arms and kicking the ground in the corner of his eye that irritates him.

Tamlin can’t remember when his father started getting so annoyed with him, but it brings him down a little more with each correction. His father hadn’t wished him a happy birthday and when he’d asked to be carried, the rejection cut deep. A true High Fae does not need to be carried. A proper High Lord, or the son of one, carries himself tall and proud. Apparently, they do not fidget either.

“I’m bored,” he whispers under his breath.

Tamlin tugs at his vest. Tucking his chin in, he looks at his silly gold slippers. If he wriggles his toes hard enough, he can see them through the thin fabric.

“Shameful,” Celyddon snaps.

“If you want to be High Lord one day, you’ll have to sit through all kinds of boring things.” Enfys, Celyddon’s oldest son and Tamlin’s oldest brother, slides up beside them. “And even if you don’t want to be High Lord,” he adds, quickly because he knows his brother by now. “You need to do it to support your family.” He grins at Tamlin and nudges him with his elbow.

Tamlin stares up at Enfys, thinking a little too hard about why his brother is being nice to him today. The thought is fleeting, replaced with the appreciation of being the apple of his brother’s eye. Tamlin reaches to hold his hand, but Enfys yanks it back.

Their father doesn’t notice, but Enfys gives him a look anyway.

No.

That’s the Enfys he knows. Always no. Always telling him to do better — for his father. Enfys puts an order to their existence as if birth equates to importanc e. As the oldest, he is owed most of his father’s time and respect. As the second born, Iolin should make up for Enfys’ shortcomings and prevent Tamlin’s failures. As the youngest, Tamlin must exist in a way that disturbs no one and benefits everyone.

At his young age, he knows this already.

At his young age, he has no idea how to accomplish that.

Tamlin sucks in an angry and stubborn breath, puffing up his cheeks with all the indignance he can manage. He could scream, but that would be mean, and it would scratch at the ears of all the High Lords, not just his boring brother and grumpy father. Rolling on the ground often catches his family’s attention, though not in a good way. His father or brother would grab him in a way that bruises him and drag him off to show him the consequences of his actions, even on his birthday. So, Tamlin behaves. He simply stands there, an annoyed blowfish full of big emotions in a little body.

“I think some fresh air would do him some good. We were all young and impatient, once,” Iolin swoops in, like the angel he is.

The four of them are like a gradient of blondes, from Celyddon to Tamlin, their hair gets lighter and lighter with every generation. He smiles pleasantly and speaks softly, but never too quietly. His voice soothes, just like his hands—a true healer through and through.

High Lord Celyddon opens his mouth to complain, but High Lord Apollo is making a scene demanding his attention.

“One day,” the Day Lord muses far too loudly with his halo of sunlight. “I will dislodge that tree from your arse, and you will party again.” Perhaps he’s had too much faewine. Or, perhaps, he’s old enough to remember a time when Celyddon did know how to have fun.

The three Spring boys regard their father strangely as he storms over to High Lord Apollo. Tamlin is still holding his breath (except he’s breathing very, very subtly through his nose).

“He needs to learn,” Enfys warns in his father’s stead.

“He will, like we all did. Prythian was not built overnight,” Iolin hums.

“Actually, it was.”

“Oh, you were there, were you?”

“No, but,” Enfys growls and his dark blonde-almost-brown brows furrow. “It was created by the Cauldron’s magic.”

“The Continent was, but the segregation of territories and elections of the first Lords was over the course of several days and… how many wars again?” Behind his back, his clasped hands hold up for fingers. Tamlin sees the wriggling digits and releases the air from his cheeks.

“Four!”

“Ah, yes, thank you, Tamlin. Four wars. None of which happened overnight.” Iolin doesn’t always rile his older brother up, he only ever does it to shift the blame from Tamlin towards literally anything else. He leans towards his younger sibling and whispers, “This is why listening and learning are important.”

Tamlin nods eagerly, committing four wars to his mind but completely forgetting the context.

“Oh, fuck off,” Enfys complains.

A gentle gasp cuts through their conversation. Lady Margret gives her eldest a disapproving look. She knows that all her boys have been raised with good manners and excellent propriety. They should be carrying themselves with honour and elegance, especially in the face of the other courts.

“Mother, Iolin started it!”

For all the centuries to their names, neither Enfys nor Iolin are too old to be scolded by their mother.

“I do not care who started it, I am ending it. Enfys, Lady Isobel has been waiting for you to ask her to dance. When have I ever taught you to keep a lady waiting? Go .” She shoos him towards his betrothed. Every day, she prays that some sense will bloom in his stubborn mind. “And you ,” she turns towards Iolin, who has the sense to look sheepish. “There are many suitable maidens here from many courts. Please, make an effort to find someone . I am getting old, and none of my sons wish to marry. What crimes did I commit in my past life? Woe, woe !”

“Yes, yes, I’m going. Look, straight towards the ladies.” The last thing he wants is for his mother to suffer, even if it is false dramatics to get him to court anyone at this point.

Lady Margret grins, too smug. “And you,” she looks at her littlest one.

Tamlin stands up straight because he did nothing wrong. Nope. He was perfectly behaved this whole time.

She holds her hand out to him. “Shall we go for a walk in the gardens?” While she cannot promise him privacy, she knows that it will do him some good. From across the room, she had spotted him making ridiculous faces, unable to voice his frustration.

“Yes!” He hops on the spot and grabs her hand with a giant smile.

“No running or climbing.”

“Okay!”

The garden at night is a sight to behold. Each of the flowers glows like stars themselves, a beacon of the Spring Court’s history. The High Lord’s oak was the first tree planted in the garden by the Spring Court’s founder. There is a small pond with swaying lilies, a gift from Tamlin’s great-great-great-great-grandfather to his wife, a Lady of the Summer Court. The most recognizable part of the garden are the eternal roses, his father’s profession of love to his mother.

“One day,” Tamlin looks up to his mother, a skip in his step. “I’m gonna make flowers, too, for my Lady.”

“Is that so? Do you know what kind?”

“Hm… What kind of flowers do you like, Mother?”

“Roses, of course, but I think I’ll like any flower you grow. You should think long and hard to make the flowers special.”

Tamlin nods, blonde brows knit together as he starts imagining different kinds of floral designs. He can’t stop thinking about roses because they’re right here, filling his lungs with their sweet scent. The notion of marriage and finding someone suitable for it is so far out of his mind, he can only think of his mother as the most important Faerie in his life. So, he puts himself to work on finding what would pair well with her roses.

There’s already a small gathering of people in the gardens. Tamlin has to stand on his toes to see above the flora, and he notices that it’s the Ladies of the Court. He wiggles his fingers at Lady Stellina, who winks back at him. He doesn’t recognize the rest of the High Faeries, but they smile and wave both him and his mother over. Shy, he retreats behind his mother’s skirts, making sure not to trip her over nor release her hand.

For some reason, meeting people here in such an intimate setting is more terrifying than standing before the Court. At least on his father’s dais, he knows that the attention is really on the High Lord, his brothers or his mother. Here, it seems like all eyes are on him.

“Oh, he is adorable,” chimes a Lady with a dark complexion and glowing features. The lady of the Dawn Court, surely. She wears the same golden crown, though much more modest and subtle with her jewels.

Tamlin ducks further behind his mother, unsure of what to say to that.

“Tamlin, this is Lady Larthi of the Dawn Court. I believe you already know Lady Stellina of the Winter Court. Thank you for the clothing. He loves them very much.”

“It is my pleasure, Margret.”

“When did you give him clothes?” asks one of the unfamiliar ladies. Her raven brows furrow in mild envy.

“Earlier today. Some of us do not have time for theatrics.”

“But you do not deny that the Day Court always knows how to make an entrance?”

“I do not, but that does not mean the rest of us are lacking. Time and place, my dear Daphne.”

The only other man, and by man, Tamlin notices that he is truly a human man, kneels before him. Humans bowing before High Faeries is not uncommon, but what is strange is that he is dressed in the uniform of a highly ranked officer. The Day Court’s armour accentuates the golden undertone to his tanned skin, and he seems to have omitted the helm which would have flattened the curls of his hair. His brown eyes are trained on the little Faerie Prince and they sparkle with amusement.

For a mortal, Tamlin thinks he is very pretty.

“Hello, Lord Tamlin,” the man speaks formally. He leans against his knee, comfortable and casual, as if they could be friends. “My name is Hyacinthus. This is Daphne and Coronis.”

“ Lady Coronis,” one of the more regal-looking High Faeries corrects. Lady Coronis sighs, flipping her long black hair over her slender shoulder.

“There’s no need for titles here, it’s just us. Never mind her, Tamlin. You can address all of us by our names and feel comfortable. Promise it’s alright,” Daphne says, looking to Lady Margret for confirmation. The two Ladies are dressed in the white draped-like style of the Day Court. The light wools and linens are adorned with gold hems.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Hyacinthus offers his hand in a warrior’s greeting. Tamlin recognizes it from the way his father’s sentries show camaraderie. He doesn’t take his hand.

“You’re human. Did you steal that?” He points to the gleaming Commander’s emblem on his chest.

The garden ripples with laughter. His mother’s face flushes red with embarrassment. Each of the Courts have a different outlook on humans and their status in society; to Tamlin, he has never heard of any human with any freedom, only seen slaves in their ugly and dull clothing and their eyes averted to the ground. Hyacinthus is looking right at him and laughing at him. He doesn’t understand what he said that was so funny. He wonders if he should hit Hyacinthus in the mouth for mocking him. Is that why his mother’s face is red?

“No, no ,” Lady Margret corrects. “The Day Court allows humans to… do more things.”

The ladies of the Day Court look amused, knowing full well that Lady Margret might not know what the ‘ more things ’ are. They supply the missing details, how humans are seen as equals, and Tamlin makes a face because not all things are equal. That doesn’t make sense! How… How can a human be the partner to a High Lord ? How can a human compare to the two Ladies of Day Court? Tamlin makes a face, confused.

“You’re right, but everyone has their strengths and their weaknesses. None of that makes one person better than the other unequivocally,” says Lady Coronis.

Unequivocally is a very big word, so big it makes his head spin on top of all this new information.

“That means without a doubt,” Lady Stellina supplies.

“For, are you trying to show off to a five-year-old? Little words for little people,” Daphne rolls her eyes at Coronis.

“I can do big words!” Tamlin shouts, louder than he means to. “Sorry,” he says to everyone for bothering their ears. “Sorry,” he says, looking at the handsome human for thinking he stole the title of someone so honourable. He’s been told that Hyacinthus deserves his rank therefore, in a child’s mind, it simply becomes true. He trusts the adults around him to be honest. “Un-e-vocal-ly,” he repeats.

“Un-e-qui-vo-ca-lly,” Coronis repeats, slowly, now, so that Tamlin can repeat it as well. Her words are slightly accented, a kind of royal lithe that he recognizes in his mother as well. It’s very different from Daphne who speaks casually and roughly.

Tamlin says the word again and the group encourages him until he gets it right. His cheeks warm at the encouragement. He likes it here in the garden with the ladies of the Courts. They’re nice.

“So, you have a choice. Do you want a musical gift or a muscular gift?” Hyacinthus tilts his head expectantly at the little boy.

Lady Coronis laughs, more mocking than anything, and the others look intrigued.

Tamlin thinks about his choice, then ends up looking at his mother for permission, and she is nothing if not encouraging. With her blessing, he settles on what he’d like.

“Both,” Tamlin nods.

“Tamlin, he told you to choose,” Lady Margret corrects.

“It’s fine. A boy knows what he wants.” Hyacinthus pulls out a small wrapped gift and Tamlin takes it from him eagerly. Just with one hand, though, because he still hasn’t let go of his mother’s hand. He sits on the ground and unwraps it, confused at the instrument before him.

“It’s a lyre to play music. Have you ever used a lyre before?”

Tamlin shakes his head.

“I can show you. Do you trust me?” Hyacinthus holds his hand out. It’s not dirty like his father says human hands are.

Looking to his mother again, Lady Margret encourages him to learn this once. Even from a human. Tamlin nods, and he squeaks as he’s suddenly picked up rather effortlessly with one hand. He didn’t know humans could be this strong either. He swings his feet, grinning happily, before being set down in the middle of Hyacinth’s lap to learn how to play the lyre.

“Is Ophelia joining us?” Daphne asks.

“Ophelia hasn’t joined us since she was sold off to Beron. I doubt anything would change today unless something happened.” Stellina stretches before leaning against an ornate garden pillar. Under the moonlight, she looks like one of the statues protecting the mansion.

“Then, it’s just us. We may as well start before our husbands start missing us.”

“Actually, we do have one more person joining us,” Lady Margret says softly with a sly smile. She is never one to rustle anyone’s feathers, nor does she have the temperament to hoard surprises. It’s why it catches her friends off guard, leaving them to wonder what she could possibly have to share. “Any minute now.”

A hush falls upon the garden, a sound swallowed up by shadows and darkness. The stars and the moon dull, hiding behind clouds that were never there before. The Green shifts, blocking the group from view as the darkness grows and grows, then gives way to two people. The moonlight returns.

“You will not reveal yourself. You will not remove your glamour. You will not speak to anyone for more than a minute. Your name is—”

The female High Fae tips her head up towards the tall, dark-haired Lord. His lip curls beneath his moustache and beard. Whatever he’s saying, she has no interest in it.

“I am not a child. You cannot hide me away from the world. It’s been centuries, I am allowed to see what lies outside our borders.”

“I can and I will. You are only here by some lapse of judgment on my part. I should send you home.”

She reaches for him, squeezing his arm. “You can go home if you want to. You didn’t even want to come. You complained the whole way here. Go, show your face, and I’ll come get you. I won’t even go inside.” She sticks a finger in her mouth, wetting it and holding it out to him. “Here. Promise. I’ll only come in to get you.”

High Lord Sieffre of the Night Court looks horrified.

“You have to give me your ear. It’s an old Illyrian way of sealing a promise.”

The High Lord makes a sound of disgust before turning on his heel and storming into the manor like an angry wraith.

Once the coast is clear, the Green parts for Lady Margret to gesture at the newest arrival. “Here she is! Hello, hi!”

The glamoured new arrival approaches them, shyly with a book tucked against her chest. She offers a timid smile, nodding at the nobles before her.

“Hi, I’m… Lilith.”

Nearly every brow raises, save for Margret who already knew of her arrival and Tamlin who’s far too busy with his new toy.

“Lady of the Night Court Lilith?” Stellina enunciates slowly.

“You’re an lllyrian,” Daphne says with awe.

Among the High Faeries and humans, there are subspecies who live on the Continent and in Prythian. Some of them are considered lesser faeries while others, like Illyrians, are something else entirely. They are unlike the creatures of mythical proportions in the Winter and Day Court, and they certainly do not come close to the other ancient things that live in the Night Court, yet they are the second largest populace in their territory. Their war tribes come together to create the largest army of all the Courts. Some would consider them barbaric, but Lilith has proven herself to be quite lovely. At least, in writing.

“I invited her. She may not have our history, but she is a Lady of Prythian. I thought she might like the… support.” For lack of a better term.

“If you’d rather not, I can go. My husband is waiting for an excuse to leave,” Lilith-in-glamour motions towards the rest of the party.

“Do you have wings?” Daphne asks once the surprise wears off.

“Are you really a seamstress?” Coronis chimes in.

“What kind of lover is Sieffre?”

Everyone stops to stare at Stellina, who grins and shrugs. What? They all want to know. The Lord is cagey, isolated and attractive in a mysterious kind of way. Aside from his vicious reputation, they know nothing of him and the idea of Sieffre being in love? Oh, that is a work of fiction.

“Terrible, every single one of you! You should be ashamed of yourself.” Lady Margret chirps.

Lilith doesn’t mind, laughing openly. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Yes, I have wings. No, I won’t show you,” she says, getting straight to the point, and she’s not sorry about it. “I am, and I would love to make your dresses if you’re brave enough.” Her eyes land on Stellina. The two of them are kindred spirits. Neither of them has anything to fear, and shame is a stranger in their lives. “Depends on his mood, but it is always good.” Even when it isn’t. Even when anger drives both of them.

“Good Lord,” Stellina encourages.

Lady Larthi, who’d been quiet all this time, shakes her head at her old friend. “Welcome, Lilith. When you’re among us, you’re one of us.” She steps forward, offering her warm hands to give Lilith the most reassuring squeeze. “Now that everyone is here, shall we begin?”

Tamlin looks up from his strumming, mostly uninterested with the ladies of Prythian now that he has a new endeavour. He keeps playing, only faintly listening to the conversation before him. He catches soft sounds of surprise and notices the arrival of an unfamiliar High Fae. Another friend of his mother’s, then. Just like that, he accepts the addition without question.

“These are the most influential people in Prythian. It might not look like it, but they are,” Hyacinthus says off-handedly while adjusting the positioning of Tamlin’s hands.

“But they’re not High Lords.”

“Exactly why they’re more powerful.”

A soft giggle escapes Tamlin. That doesn’t make sense. High Lords have all the power. Everyone’s afraid of them, even Mother. Not always, but when Father is especially angry, she knows to keep her head down and her mouth shut.

“I’m serious. Look at them. They have little to lose and everything to gain. They are not chained by a High Lord’s pride, only his attention.”

The ladies are talking about books, one that they’ve all read together and planning for the next one. Tamlin hears something about the Peregrine of the East , which he’s unfamiliar with, and some other names. His ears twitch from all the eavesdropping and he strums his lyre again. He doesn’t understand what he’s being told, but accepts it for what it is.

“They talk and they work together. They have the ears of their High Lords. That’s the answer to everything. Cooperation and communication. If you’re ever High Lord—”

“I don’t wanna,” Tamlin stares at Hyacinthus with a hard look. “Never ever. That’s for my brother.” And he keeps emphasizing that he has no interest in ever becoming the High Lord. Even if it wasn’t a matter of survival, Tamlin wouldn’t want the responsibility. Court is boring .

“I see.” Hyacinthus pats Tamlin’s head reassuringly. “Even if you are not High Lord, you should learn from them.” He nods at the ladies—the way Lady Margret shies away from Lady Stellina’s wild gesturing as she tries to explain the merits of reading the Peregrine of the East . Lady Larthi is holding back a smile, all while trying to find a compromise. Lady Coronis remains steadfast that she wants to read something romantic, enough with the warfare, and Lady Daphne is making faces behind her back. None of them have resorted to war or battle, accepting their difference of opinion with grace and empathy.

The new arrival, the one Tamlin’s unfamiliar with, suggests they read the worn tome she brought with her. He struggles to remember its title—something about Il-lyrians . There’s an understanding between them, a compassion for their new friend and her courage to propose a book that’s close to her heart. He’s not sure what he’s supposed to learn, he would read her book too, if she asked him to.

Tamlin nods at Hyacinthus. “I will ask Mother to read me the book.” He huffs, determined.

Hyacinthus smiles at Tamlin. “You’re a good boy, Tamlin. Never lose that curiosity.”

One by one, once the book has been chosen and Court matters have been discussed, the Ladies return to the party. Never together, always staggered as if they’d been caught in an unplanned conversation and nothing more. Lady Margret is one of the first to bid her farewell, but not before Tamlin gives an impromptu lyre performance. By the muted applause and encouragement, it was a very good show.

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Tamlin’s world, though very big for a little Faerie like him, is very focused. His experience centres around the good, like new fur coats and spontaneous lyre performances. His friends are his brothers, even Enfys and his hard head, his parents and the nicer Lords and Ladies. The dullest parts of his birthday are forgotten, so quickly that he thinks it’s unfair that he gets to have the best birthday ever in the whole world.

His mother tucks him in, a light sheet folded right under his chin.

“Did you have fun, my sprout?”

He nods, a big smile on his face.

“I want it to be my birthday every day.” It is a very important request from a very ambitious little boy.

Lady Margret laughs and strokes his hair. “I will see what I can do.” While her husband would never acquiesce to something so futile, she can do her best to make his days all that more special.

“Mm, can I see my new friends again?”

She regards her littlest one sadly. A night as innocent as tonight will never happen again. “High Lords and their Ladies are very busy. We will see what the future holds.”

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virgo-mess · 5 months

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Silver Thread Chapter 7

Total word count for this chapter is 12,644. There's quite a bit that happens in this chapter some mild smut at the end, but the middle gets a little heavy. No extreme violence but there is sexual harassment and assault in an aggressive nonconsensual way. So, if that's troublesome for you feel free to skip that part and head to the aquarium scene which I've identified with fish emojis!

TW: Sexual Harassment, Sexual Assault, Hitting, Threats against bodily harm, Arguments, Terry contemplating murder, Cute Fluff, Public Fingering, Terry and Veda being cute, Daniel being a butt head

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Veda’s Pov

The rest of Veda’s birthday weekend turned out rather delightful aside from the fact Daniel forgot about her birthday dinner. Terry had taken Veda and Lucielle out for a nice dinner at a high-end steakhouse called Gwen. They wined and dined for quite a while with her mom asking him every question under the sun and Terry, in his true gentlemen fashion, answered every single one. Terry and Lucielle seemed to have an instant bond and this made Veda happy in a way she couldn’t explain. When it came to the topic of their relationship developing, her mom practically hung Veda out to dry.

“Don’t let her fool you Terry. I knew she was completely smitten with you by the time March rolled around. She never stopped talking about you. Organized your desk once a week” Lucille chuckled, Veda blushed furiously taking another sip of wine to hide her embarrassment. Terry beamed at her drawing soothing circles on her thigh as he stared at her with an adoring expression.

“I didn’t know you were the one organizing my desk, sweetheart. I just assumed it was Margaret, thank you for doing that for me. It’s actually really helpful, you’re so sweet” he said wholeheartedly, pulling up her free hand to kiss it, and Veda swore she felt her heart melt giving him a shy smile before grabbing his hand to return the gesture. Lucille threw a hand over her heart as she looked at them from across the table in the way only a mother could.

“I should be thanking you Terry, for making my little Stellina so happy. It’s been a really long time since I’ve seen her smile like this, and I can tell she’s had that affect on you as well. Veda told me you’re not having the best relationship with your parents, if you ever need any motherly advice don’t hesitate to call me, alright. I will proudly be here for you” she said with one of her warm motherly smiles. Veda saw a blush sweep across his cheeks as he gave her mom a bashful smile. Veda gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, silently trying to remind him that it was okay to lean on people when he was troubled.

“I really appreciate that Mrs. LaRusso, thank you” he said softly giving her a warm smile, Lucille smiled back at him.

“Please no need to be so formal Terry, you may call me Lucille or momma LaRusso even, whatever you’re comfortable with” Veda leaned her head against Terry’s shoulder, looking up to give him a comforting smile, Terry gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and a reassuring smile.

“Alright, momma LaRusso, are we ready to head out the music hall” Terry said with a soft chuckle.

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June-

By the time June rolled in Terry and Veda were closer than ever, still finding it hard when they didn’t see each other for a day or so. Veda was happy that her summer classes would be over at the end of the month because she’d have more time to spend with Terry. Especially because Daniel had decided to spend the summer with Mr. Miyagi now that their mom landed that job in Fresno. Daniel had stopped by to see her after he got back from his fishing trip, apologizing profusely as he handed her the gifts, he had gotten her. One as a birthday gift and another as an apology for missing dinner. He passively told her Mr. Miyagi’s father had fallen ill and that he’d be going with him on his trip to Okinawa for the summer.

“What, is mom helping you pay for that? Trips to Japan aren’t cheap Danny, I thought you and Ali were going to get summer jobs together” Veda said handing him a bottle of root beer from her fridge and a bag of chips, she never ate them anyway she still had this habit of buying Daniel's favorite foods even though he hardly ever came over. The last time he had been to her apartment was when he and Mr. Miyagi were helping her move in. Daniel let out a long sigh looking at her sheepishly.

“Thanks Vee, um, Ali and I broke up at prom. She’s into this college guy she met, and she crashed the Ford Super De Luxe too, Mr. Miyagi helped me fix it” Daniel said taking a long swig of the soda.

“Aw, I’m sorry things with Ali didn’t work out. I know you really liked her” Veda said placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, Daniel sighed laying his head on her shoulder the way he used to do when they were kids.

“It’ll be okay Danny, maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. When you find the girl, you’re supposed to be with, trust me, you’ll know. It’ll be amazing and beautiful” Veda said wrapping her arm around him in a comforting hug. Daniel sighed, craning his neck to look at her for a moment.

“Yeah, ma told me about you being all lovey dovey with your rich boss. What kind of thirty-two-year-old billionaire gets hot and heavy with a girl fresh out of high school, let alone one of his employees? Don’t you find that a little odd? What’s his name again, Teddy, Vee you sure have the strangest taste in guys” Daneil scoffed shaking his head. Veda glared at him, dropping her hand from his shoulder before giving him a rough shove.

“If you came here to make fun of me and my boyfriend, you can leave. Terry has been nothing but great to me since we got together; he treats me a lot better than you do, that’s for sure. He didn’t forget my birthday” Veda snapped, Daniel let out an annoyed sounding sigh, taking another swig of his soda as he rolled his eyes at her.

“I said I was sorry about that, all right, what else do you want from me. By the time I remembered we were already out on the lake, Friday morning, I did call you know but I got the machine, because you were out on the town with your creepy old boyfriend, so I called Ma. It was a mistake; I didn’t feel comfortable making Mr. Miyagi drive the six hours back when he already planned on us staying until Tuesday evening. You’ve only known the guy for four months and you’re already wearing a promise ring he gave you; do you know how much that costs? I’m just looking out for you Vee, you’re a sweet, beautiful girl and guys take advantage of that. You remember what happened with Dutch, I just don't want you getting hurt again” Daniel said calmly, Veda rolled her eyes letting out an annoyed sigh of her own, glaring daggers at him.

“Firstly, they have buses and trains if you were that tore up over canceling your precious fishing trip, I’m sure Mr. Miyagi would’ve understood you were supposed to invite him too, so don’t use him as your excuse Daniel. Secondly, you don’t even know Terry, how dare you call him that and how dare you try to put him in the same category as Dutch. Thirdly, I’m getting really sick of my kid brother thinking he has a say in who I date when he hasn’t come to see me once in the five months I’ve lived here. You cancelled on me the three times we’ve made plans and you’ve always waited until five minutes before we were supposed to meet somewhere to tell me. I don’t know why you’re acting like this is you looking out for me when you’re planning on jet setting to Japan with Mr. Miyagi for the summer, you still haven’t told me how you’re planning to pay for it. I, unlike you, have always looked out for you, Daniel. Do you think I enjoyed spending my teen years taking care of my little brother or putting all my winnings in your college fund instead of….” Veda trailed angrily, looking away from him as the realization dawned on her. He was planning to use the college savings she put away for him, to go to Japan with Mr. Miyagi and he probably wasn’t even going to tell her let alone ask if that was okay. Obviously, it wasn’t okay with her, that was her money, but she had no legal right to claim it now and part of her suspected Daniel knew that.

Daniel shifted uncomfortably, setting his soda down on the coffee table as he stood up. Making his way over to her cautiously, Veda felt her anger being slowly replaced by sadness and a weird sense of betrayal as she stared back at him waiting for him to just come out with it already.

“Look Vee, I know you gave that to me for college, but I don’t think I’m the college type. I’m not sure if I’m even going to go yet, I’m thinking about maybe starting a business. I don’t know, I’ve got all summer to think about it, and you and I both know I’m not getting into anything prestigious, I’m not as gifted as you. The stuff doesn’t just come naturally, I actually have to try. What I do know is I don’t want to spend my summer with mom in Fresno or with you and your cre-, uh, I mean billionaire boyfriend, and I don’t mean that to be offensive, it’s just embarrassing to third wheel with your big sister and her new beau. But you said it yourself, you didn’t like wasting your teen years taking care of me and I understand that Vee, I really do. If you really love this guy, I’m happy for you, just be careful. Are you going to hate me forever if I dip into the funds to get Mr. Miyagi and I, our airfare? His dad is dying, Vee.” Daniel said placing a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her but in the moment, it only feels like he’s guilting her into not being upset with him for doing something she didn’t want him to do. Obviously, she felt bad that Mr. Miyagi’s father was dying but that didn’t change the fact Daniel was disappointing and betraying her in the broad sense. She trusted he had enough of a moral compass to give it back if he wasn’t planning to go to college, she thought she raised him better.

“Don’t try to guilt trip me into thinking I’m okay with you doing this because I’m not. I’m really sorry Mr. Miyagi’s father isn’t doing well, send him my condolences. That doesn’t change the fact that this isn’t what I gifted you that money for but I’m assuming you already know I can’t stop you from using it. Just know I’m extremely disappointed in you” Veda said crestfallen as she opened the front door for him still holding back tears. Daniel sighed slowly approaching the door.

“Vee, I’m sorry, okay. If you want me to pay you back I will, it’ll just take a while” he said finally looking conscience-stricken as he looked at her with big brown eyes. Veda, for the first time ever, decided to stand her ground. She had clearly been taking it easy on him for far too long if he thought having the legality to do something made it morally ok.

“Enjoy your trip” she dryly, looking at him expectantly, Daniel let out another sigh, fully shuffling into the hallway but never breaking their eye contact. Looking very much like a kicked puppy as he opened his mouth to say something. Veda didn’t give him the time, slamming the door shut before she threw herself on the couch, crying into one of the pillows for what felt like forever. She was pulled out of her pity party by a knock on the door, she knew it was Terry. She asked him to rent a movie for tonight, she was surprised he also agreed to eat Chinese takeout with her since even the sandwiches he brought them for lunch somedays looked Michelin star quality.

“Come in” Veda called somewhat dramatically, she had given him a key last time he was over but for some reason he still insisted on knocking, even though they’d seen each other naked and showered together a handful of times at this point. Veda was slowly easing herself into actually consummating their relationship and she was grateful Terry had been one hundred percent understanding, forever her gentleman. She heard Terry turn the key in the lock balancing a handful of VHS tapes and a large take-out bag in his arms, Veda furrowed her brows wondering how much food he actually got.

“Hey, baby girl” he said sounding exceptionally happy. Veda felt a bit of guilt pang her chest, here she was feeling sorry for herself on the couch when he was simply happy to see her. Veda forced herself to get up, flying to take some of the tapes out of his arms setting them on the coffee table. “Thank you, my angel” he crooned giving her an affectionate kiss on the forehead, Veda blushed giving him a smitten looking smile.

“No problem, Romeo. Thank you for getting all this for me, you didn’t have to get the whole menu though, silly” she said happily, instantly feeling better just being in his presence. Terry let out a chuckle smiling at her amused, but she watched it fall from his face when he looked at her, setting the food down quickly before cradling her face in his hands.

“Baby, why were you crying, are you okay?” Terry asked frantically, Veda felt her heart flutter at the fact he could tell she’d been crying. Veda nodded reaching up to hold his hands.

“I’m feeling better now that you’re here” she said cheerily, leaning in to give him a kiss on the lips. Terry gave her a half smile tugging her to sit with him on the couch placing her right on his lap.

“I’m glad you’re happy now but I’d like to know why my beautiful girl was so sad” he said kissing her cheek as he rubbed soothing circles on her back, Veda sighed reaching up to play with the ends of his hair with one hand while she let the other rub up and down his upper arm. Terry gave her a reassuring smile and another kiss on the cheek, Veda gave him a small smile motioning to the gift bags Daniel had brought her. She hadn’t even opened them and part of her really didn’t want to, now.

“Daniel finally stopped by to give me the birthday present and an apology gift he got me, but we ended up getting in an argument. Well, I did, it seemed a little one sided” Veda huffed with a slight scowl on her face feeling Terry stiffen beneath her at the mention of her brother. She was getting the sense he didn’t like him too much even though they hadn’t met, she didn’t really blame him though. Daniel had a habit of making bad first impressions since they moved here, she didn’t blame him for everything that happened with Cobra Kai, but sometimes he was the instigator.

“What did he do now” Terry said through gritted teeth, Veda gave him a comforting kiss on the cheek still playing with the ends of his hair gently. Terry relaxed a bit flashing her an adoring smile as he returned her gesture, softly running his long fingers through her hair.

“He was just being a butthead, lecturing me about having, in his words, a creepy old boyfriend, said he’s just looking out for because I don’t have good taste in men. His insulting you was bad, but it wasn’t even the worst part. He’s going to be dipping into his college fund so he can spend the summer in Japan with Mr. Miyagi. There’s nothing I can do about it, obviously, I don’t want him using that money to go on vacation even if Mr. Miyagi’s father is ill, if he’d have asked, I would’ve just lent him the money so he wouldn’t have to use the fund. Legally, I don’t have a say and now Daniel isn’t sure he’s going to college at all. I didn’t put any contingencies on the money either, it was a gift, so it’s no longer mine. If I had known he was going to do something like that I would’ve put something in place, so I’d at least get it back, but I trusted he knew better. Or for him to at least discuss it with me because that’s only common courtesy. He doesn’t seem to care how I feel about it though. Oh, Woe is me” Veda let out an annoyed sigh, dramatically burring her head in Terry’s neck like they were in a movie.

She was still upset but had moved more into a realm of begrudgingly accepting it. She didn’t think Daniel was making the right decision by not going to college but ultimately, he would be the one having to learn from his mistakes and choices. Perhaps her and her mother coddled him too much. Now Veda at least had someone to coddle her for a change, mildly playing up her destress just so Terry would whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Veda suppressed a smile as Terry sighed wrapping her in a comforting hug whispering sweet nothings in her ear and placing soft kisses in her hair, just like she wanted. They both knew she was milking it but neither of them cared enough to bring it up because they both enjoyed being with each other in this way. Holding and taking care of each other was so fulfilling it made Veda wonder how either of them could ever live without the other.

“I’m sorry baby girl, but your brother sounds like a real prick, he also called me creepy and old” Terry grumbled the last part, and it made Veda stifle a laugh against his shoulder, Veda shrugged pulling her head out of his neck to look at him with defeated eyes.

“I know, I don’t know what happened. We were so close when we moved here and now it’s like we’re on different planets. He thought spending the summer with mom in Fresno would be boring and he thought spending the summer with his big sister and her rich creepy old boyfriend was uncool. Jokes on him we’re the coolest” Veda pouted, seeing Terry’s nostrils flare slightly hearing those words again. Veda gave him a reassuring smile before peppering his face with kisses, Terry chuckled perking up a bit.

“I don’t think you’re creepy or old, Daniel's just jealous he doesn’t have a rich boyfriend that worships the ground he walks on. His girlfriend just dumped him for an older college guy, he’s just bitter and projecting his own insecurities, Romeo. I promise, you’re still ridiculously hot with a youthful glow everyone thinks we’re the same age. Should we pick a movie and eat now” Veda cooed, blushing slightly at the way he just let her ramble about his good looks with a smirk on his face. Veda leaned forward to look through the tapes he brought and to start opening the food. Terry chuckled pulling her back into his chest to place opens mouthed kisses down her neck and shoulder. Veda bit back a moan feeling that familiar wave of arousal wash over her.

“Terry” she whined with slight pout on her face because she was actually hungry. “I actually am hungry” she admitted with rosy cheeks, Terry chuckled at her again looking up at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You can eat, baby girl, don’t mind me” he said teasingly running his hand up her thighs, Veda narrowed his eyes at him playfully swatting his hands away.

“Last time you said that I nearly choked. Eat with me first then maybe I’ll let you play” she teasingly, Terry let out an exaggerated sigh with an amused smile tugging on his face.

“You’re right, you do have the tendency to swallow things when you’re coming apart for me, huh, baby girl. I can’t help it, you make the prettiest faces and noises, I love watching and hearing you. I suppose I’ll help you eat some of this food if it means you’ll let me play with you, which movie shall I put in for you princess” he said teasingly with a giddy grin, pulling her in for a tender kiss before walking toward the TV. Veda giggled blushing a deep shade of red at him complimenting her O face, his constant compliments and affirmations were most definitely nurturing a praise kink in her, she knew deep down that was always his intention, he liked her being submissive, but Veda couldn’t bring herself to care. She wanted to be submissive to him forever. Veda pointed to a copy of The Goodbye Girl, with a coy smile on her face as she finally opened a takeout box, knowing neither of them were going to be watching the movie tonight.

Veda woke up Friday morning to an empty bed, she furrowed her brows looking around her room frantically. Wondering where Terry had gone because he promised to spend the night with her. Veda let out a relieved sigh when Terry appeared in her doorway with a warm smile and a cup of coffee in his hands. She sat up smiling back at him as she reached out to hug him, Terry wrapped his arm around her briefly before handing her the coffee. Veda tried her best not to look as dejected as she felt, shying away from him slightly as she accepted the coffee, avoiding eye contact with him as she stared down at it.

“I’m so sorry baby girl, I overslept, I’m supposed to be at Dynatox in 20 minutes for a board meeting. I started the shower for you” he said softly, peppering her face with reassuring kisses, she relaxed a bit as she looked at him. Veda noticed he was already dressed, and his ponytail was damp, and felt a small wave of sadness wash over her because she had grown to really like their morning showers. Veda nodded giving him a small thank you for the coffee as she hopped out of bed, picking a random outfit from her closet without even looking at it or him as she rushed to the bathroom. She fumbled in there taking a brief shower, deciding just to pull her hair into a ponytail to save some time as she dried and dressed in a pair of peach colored and printed high waisted shorts and a dark orange tube top.

“Alright, I’m ready” Veda said slipping on her wedges and throwing her matching peach colored blazer over her arm for now, since they were in the middle of a heatwave. She grabbed her purse and sunglasses; opening the front door hurriedly waiting for Terry to walk out so she could lock it. Terry stood in the doorway briefly, before pulling her in for a longer kiss filled with adoration. Veda relaxed kissing him back as he ran his hands up her arms in soothing motions pulling back to rest his forehead on hers.

“Thank you, I’m sorry for rushing you like that. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings by showering before you. I was just trying to save some time when you’re in there with me I get distracted, you’re extremely hard to resist. You also looked so peaceful sleeping I didn’t want to wake you, baby girl. I love you though, okay” he said sincerely, caressing her cheek with a thumb. Veda nodded giving him a shy smile feeling her heart flutter again, he was always so good at knowing exactly how she was feeling and why.

“It’s okay, I understand, I didn’t set the alarm because I usually just wake up on my own. When you’re here I just worry less, I guess my body knows I’m safe with you even when I’m sleeping so it didn’t feel a need to wake me up. I’m sorry, I’ll set the alarm next time. I love you too.” she said softly, tugging him out of the doorway so she could lock the door. Feeling Terry wrap his arms around her waist as he peppered her shoulder with reassuring kisses.

“You have to stop apologizing, my sweet girl. I forgot to set my watch too, not everything is your fault, okay.” Terry whispered in her ear before resuming his kisses, Veda turned her head to give him a kiss on the temple. Terry let out a content sigh as he smiled at her lovingly, pulling her to walk with him, only letting his arms fall from her waist so they could walk down the stairs, resolving to hold her hand until they made it to the car.

“Morning Larry” Veda greeted with a cheery smile; Larry flashed her a warm smile as he opened the door for her with an amused glint in his eyes.

“Morning little one, long night I see” he chuckled, Veda rolled her eyes hopping into the car, immediately grateful he had the ac in the car turned all the way up her skin already had a sweaty sheen to it and they’d only been outside no more than five minutes. She glanced over at Terry with a slight look of pity as he was dressed in another one of his dark pinstriped Giorgio Armani suits, he looked good of course but Veda knew he had to be roasting. The ride to Dynatox was short and Veda found herself rushing into the building practically dragging Terry with her. Partly because of the insane heat outside but also because they had sort of made it a tradition to make out up to the top floor.

“Are you really this eager to crunch numbers all day, baby girl or are you just in a hurry to leave me breathless and needy for you when you know I have to go sit in a boring meeting. I think about you all the time as it is but doing this is going to really make getting through our boring discussions that much harder for me” he chuckled teasingly as they stepped into the elevator for their routine make out session up to the top floor. Veda rolled her eyes practically pouncing on him as she pulled him into a fiery kiss. Terry moaned pushing her up against the wall, hoisting her up slightly. Veda wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, grinding her hips against him as she let out a moan of her own feeling how hard he was for her already. Digging her nails into the back of his neck, smirking into the kiss when Terry let out a low growl.

“Veda, stop it” he scolded, gripping her hips firmly to keep her from grinding against him again. Veda pulled back giving him an innocent smile as she batted her lashes at him, Terry rolled his eyes repressing a smirk.

“Stop what” she said coyly, trailing a few open-mouthed kisses up his neck and jaw. Terry moaned throwing his head back for a moment before giving her a firm swat on the ass in warning. Veda responded by biting down on a sensitive spot on his neck, giving it a few sucks before soothing it with her tongue. Pulling back just as the elevator came to a stop. She shimmied out of his grasp with a triumphant smirk on her face, watching Terry grip the new love bite forming on his neck. Terry looked at her with dark lustful eyes.

“Bad girl” he scolded playfully, trying to swat at her ass again, Veda giggled staying clear of his hands as she bolted for her desk. Sitting down on her chair just before Terry could catch her, looking up at him with one of her impish grins as he passed her desk to go to the conference room. “Oh, you just wait until my meetings over, baby girl” he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, Veda narrowed her eyes playfully at him.

“Is that a threat, Mr. Silver” she asked coyly, never letting her impish grin fall from her face as he leaned down towards her slightly.

“Absolutely” he purred making goosebumps raise on her arms and a shock flow right to her clit. Veda bit back a moan as she watched him confidently stride towards the conference room, flashing her one last smile before disappearing through the door.

“You two are way too much” Rob said catching her attention, Veda flushed feeling slightly embarrassed as she hadn’t noticed Rob or Zoe when she sprinted in. Zoe swatted Rob on the arm giving him a weary look.

“No, they’re not, they’re adorable and very clearly in love” Zoe said sharply, Veda raised her eyebrows sensing that she may have walked in on a lover’s quarrel. Rob rubbed his neck uncomfortably and wordlessly retreated back to his desk. Zoe groaned loudly, sitting down at her desk and burying her head in the palms of her hands.

“What was that about, are you okay?” Veda asked rushing over to her desk to comfort her because she looked like she wanted to cry. Zoe sighed nodding her head as she craned her neck to look at her, Veda gave her a reassuring smile as she wrapped her arm around Zoe in a half embrace.

“Thanks bean, have you and Terry used the word love with each other yet?” Zoe asked with a profoundly serious look on her face. Veda sighed rubbing her hand up and down Zoe’s arm in soothing motions.

“Yes, we say ‘I love you’ to each other now but that doesn’t mean Rob doesn’t feel that way about you if that’s what you’re asking. I mean it took me almost quitting for Terry to admit he was interested in me as a girlfriend and not just a hook up. The feelings were always there he was just afraid to express them and even now opening up for him is still hard” Veda said still running her hand in soothing motions, Zoe sighed giving her a small smile.

“Well, who said it first?” Zoe asked, Veda smiled at her reassuringly.

“Terry did, but that was more because I’ve never really been in love before. I didn’t know what it felt like to be able to say that to him, but if you’re sure of your feelings for Rob, you should tell him anyway. I mean there’s no shame in being the first to confess, Zoe. It might help him sort out his feelings” Veda said, Zoe sighed nodding her head in acknowledgement.

“Alright, I think I’ll tell him tomorrow when we go to the Venice Beach Boardwalk and the Santa Monica Pier, you and Terry are both coming right? did your friends from school agree to come?” Zoe asked, Veda bit her lip feeling slightly guilty.

“Yeah, Riley and Ben are coming, and I’ll be there but I don’t think Terry would really be into that. The boardwalk and pier are loud and crowded, he usually only likes quieter events, and I don’t think he wants to hang with a bunch of kids” Veda said honestly, she didn’t know everything about him, but she knew that sometimes he relived parts of the war. She didn’t know the full extent of his war related trauma; he still had a hard time talking about it and Veda didn’t want to push. She did know being in a place like that could trigger him though. She just didn’t want him hurting for the sake of going with her, she’d already agreed to finally come see the Ennis house and spend the night with him tomorrow evening.

“Rob and I are closer to Terry’s age than you, silly bean, but okay if you really think he doesn’t want to. Maybe you should ask him anyway just to make sure. What time is your doctor’s appointment by the way?” Zoe asked, Veda gasped having completely forgotten about seeing her doctor today. It was just a routine visit, but she was going to ask about possibly getting on birth control for the first time.

“Oh no, it’s in like 20 minutes, can you drive me?” Veda rushed grabbing her bag, Zoe nodded moving to tell Rob where they were going. Veda smiled to herself seeing Zoe give him a kiss on the cheek, noting the way Rob’s face instantly lit up. Something told her Rob felt the same way Zoe did, he was just too afraid to tell her.

Veda’s appointment went just as you’d expect it to go, her doctor asked her a few questions and did some bloodwork, and that was pretty much it. Veda was surprised she handed her the prescription like it was not a big deal because to Veda, it was the biggest deal. She was actually kind of nervous about telling Terry, though she was sure he wouldn’t mind. As much as she loved and wanted to be with him, she definitely wasn’t ready to have a child at this point in her life. Though she had thought about the fact Terry might be at that point in his life, she wondered if he’d be willing to wait until she was at least done with college first. Veda bit down on her lip nervously, they had yet to discuss what their thoughts were about children, and she found it both scary and exciting that she was only thinking about them because of how much she loved Terry.

“The thought of being the surrogate aunt to a Veda and Terry hybrid is a little terrifying.” Zoe said jokingly as they ventured back into the office, having only been gone for about an hour. Veda blushed, rolling her eyes as she sat her stuff back down on her desk, letting her eyes wander to Terry’s office. Hoping he was finally out of his meeting, Veda had been doing most of her work in there with him these days, finding it a comforting bonding experience in a weird way. Their focus was always on their work, but they held hands the entire time, glancing up at the other occasionally with loving eyes. She could foresee them running a business together in the future because they genuinely enjoyed just being together no matter what they were doing.

“Why would that be terrifying exactly?” Veda chuckled, catching sight of Terry at his desk, her smile faltered when she noticed his brows were knitted together and he was gritting his teeth. She hadn’t seen him brooding or angry in weeks and she felt a slight twinge in her chest, wanting to drop everything to comfort him which she would do after her and Zoe finished talking. Veda quickly gathered all her files for the day into her arms still listening to Zoe even thought her eyes were still on Terry.

“Because your kid would be astonishingly good looking and a total mega genius Couple that with both of your needs to subtly and overtly manipulate people. We’ll have ourselves a budding ego maniac on our hands for sure. Your kid could definitely take over the world, then convince us it was all our idea to begin with” Zoe quipped, Veda scoffed shaking her head though she was very much amused by the idea that their kid could rule the world.

“Yeah, okay. See you in a bit” Veda quipped, giggling under her breath as she walked up to Terry’s office. Knocking on his door with a timid looking smile, Terry looked up at her and flashed her a quick smile, but his face still looked very much troubled.

“Hey, sorry about that, I forgot I had a doctor’s appointment this morning. How was your meeting?” she asked, setting her files down in front of the chair she normally sat in but walking over to sit on the desk in front of him. She could sense that he was genuinely, very upset, because he didn’t reach out to touch her, in fact, he kind of backed away from her a bit. Veda furrowed her brows feeling a wave of panic overtake her at the realization his anger had something to do with her.

“Are you okay, what’s wrong, my love” she said frantically scanning his face. Terry sighed and Veda saw a bit of guilt flicker across his eyes as he moved his chair back towards her. Veda let out a relived sigh but was still very much on high alert, as she cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder. Terry relaxed pulling her into a brief hug before gripping her small hands in his.

“I’m sorry I scared you, I just have a question” Terry said calmly, Veda nodded tightening her grip on his hands, still feeling a bit nervous as she stared back at him expectantly. She felt some tears well up in her eyes because there was a growing uncomfortable tension between them.

“What did I do, why are you upset with me?” she finally croaked out; Terry shushed her drawing soothing circles on the back of her hands with his thumbs. Giving her a reassuring smile as he let a finger toy with her promise ring. Subtly trying to remind her they were still very much forever.

“I’m not upset with you, sweetheart. I just wanted to know why you didn’t want me to go to the boardwalk with you tomorrow. Rob said he was sorry to hear I didn’t want to join you guys at the boardwalk and pier tomorrow and asked if there was something I’d rather do with you guys' next weekend. I don’t remember you even asking me…” Terry trailed in a way that made Veda realize he was more hurt than angry; she swore she felt her heart actually break knowing that she had made him feel that way. Veda wrapped her arms around him in the tightest hug she could muster before pulling away to look into his eyes.

“No, I promise it wasn’t because I didn’t want you to go, Terry. I’d love for you to go; I honestly just thought you wouldn’t want to. You like quieter places; the boardwalk and the pier are loud and crowded. I remembered what you said about reliving the war sometimes. I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to go with me if being in a place like that would hurt or upset you. I’m sorry, I should’ve asked you anyway, Zoe told me to before we left for my appointment, but I had forgotten by the time we got here, I’m sorry. I’m so stupid” Veda cried, letting go of his neck to bury her face in her hands, an unbearable wave of guilt washing over her. Terry pried her hands off her face and frantically began wiping her tears away.

“No, Veda, you’re not stupid, shhh. I’m so sorry baby, please don’t cry. I was the one acting stupid; you didn’t do anything wrong.” Terry rambled peppering her face with kisses. Veda felt relief flow through her as she calmed down a bit, wrapping her arms back around him and nuzzling her face in the crook of his neck.

“Just breath, baby girl, it’s okay. I’m not upset with you. I was just hurt, but I’m okay now; I love you so much Veda. You were just trying to protect me, I understand now” he said softly, Veda turned her head, so her cheek was resting on his chest as she looked up at him.

“I love you too, I’d love for you to go but the Pier does fireworks and the rides make noises that can sound like gunshots even if you know they're not. Earplugs and headphones could help, maybe. The aquarium, the arcade, and the merry-go- round are separate from the main theme park part of the pier. I don’t like rides all that much anyway and there’s lots of shopping to do” she said slowly, Terry nodded taking in what she was telling him. It really didn’t sound all that bad the more she thought about it. If they had places like that to take shelter in when it got too noisy. There were also the restaurants and less crowed areas of the beach they could venture to.

“Baby, with you I can do anything. I’d love to go with you” he cooed; Veda smiled nodding her head slowly, feeling a bit of excitement flow through her because she never wanted to go without him in the first place. She had only planned to stay an hour before rushing off to spend the night with him.

Veda stayed pressed up against Terry’s chest for a long time, only pulling away when she decided she should really get some of her work done.

“How did your appointment go, sweetheart” he asked suddenly, looking upset with himself for forgetting such a thing. Veda gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, finding it funny they were holding hands while doing paperwork. Veda blushed slightly feeling like she had to tell him she was starting the pill now.

“It went well, all my lab work was great, I’m a normal healthy young woman. She did give me some medicine though…” She trailed; Terry perked up with a worried expression on his face.

“If you’re health…” Veda shushed him by pulling him into a sweet kiss. Giving him an adoring smile as she stroked his cheek gently, Terry let out a content sigh as he leaned into the palm of her hand although his eyes still looked concerned.

“I wasn’t finished, Romeo, she started me on birth control. As much as I love you, I can’t have a baby right now, okay” she said softly, Terry’s eyes softened as he gave her a warm smile and a tender kiss on the forehead.

“That’s totally okay, my sweet girl” he cooed.

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The next morning Veda packed a few outfits, pjs, and swimsuits in her duffle for her extended stay at Terry’s mansion, feeling equal amounts happy and lovesick. Part of her felt like she may never come back to her tiny apartment after staying in his Myan styled palace for a few days. Veda hummed happily, switching the stuff in her purse over to her red backpack for their day at the pier and boardwalk, stashing her purse in her duffle for later. Quickly deciding to just wear her bikini under her outfit for the day, a denim mini skirt and a red flowy thin strapped shirt and threw on her red plaid pair of Jimmy Choo wedges. Terry consistently gifted her a new pair whenever a new color became available, she was sure she'd have every color imaginable by the end of summer. Veda continued humming to herself as she stuffed her backpack with a beach towel, sunscreen, a sweatshirt, her Walkman with noise canceling headphones, ear plugs, a couple of cassettes, and a reusable thermos filled with ice water. It was still ridiculously hot outside, and it was only supposed to get hotter in the afternoon, a forecast of 95 or above, with little to no cloud coverage. Veda threw her hair up in a messy bun with a few face framing pieces hoping it might help her stay cool until they decided to hit the beach for some swimming. Veda heard a knock on the door and chuckled to herself finding it funny Terry was always overtly punctual when it came to her but not when it came to showing up at Dynatox for board meetings.

Veda rushed over to open the door for him with a large grin on her face, Terry beamed at her, looking relaxed in a white button down with the sleeves rolled up and kaki colored tweed shorts that stopped right above his knees. Veda admired him for a moment, wondering how he looked so good in such a simple outfit, taking in the way he left the top few buttons undone just for her. Veda squealed throwing herself at him in excitement, attacking him in a big bear hug. Terry chuckled picking her up and spinning her around a few times just to egg her on, Veda let out a mix of squeals and giggles tightening her grip around his neck to keep from slipping.

“I take it you’re ready to go” he chuckled planting a kiss on her cheek before finally slowing his fast twirls. Veda nodded still giggling as he sat her back down to grab her bags.

They spent the half hour drive to Venice beach talking about a business gala Terry had coming up. Veda agreed to go of course but was truthfully very nervous about being in a room full of rich professionals who had more experience than she did. She didn’t know any of the proper formal etiquette of going to high end event s because they hadn’t really gone to any together yet and because underneath all the designer clothes Terry gave her, she was still just a girl from Jersey.

“I’d really like you to go with me, we’ll have to go try on a couple of dresses of course. It's a cocktail dress code” he said with a big grin on his face, Veda giggled tightening her hold on the hand he had placed on her thigh.

“I take it you don’t like the cocktail dresses I already have. I know you go through my closet” she said narrowing her eyes at him playfully, Terry chuckled under his breath flashing her a mischievous smile.

“They’re cute but a little too simple for a gala, baby girl. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you the whole time we have a few weeks until then anyway, and I have no doubt you’ll do fine. You’re a quick study.” He said reassuringly, Veda nodded flashing him a shy smile feeling a bit more at ease about the whole thing.

“I do have something to run by you for the 4th of July though” he proposed, Veda smiled at the fact he was making so many future plans for them already.

“Oh, yeah what is it. Thankfully, I’ll be done with my summer classes by then. I’m excited to actually have a bit of a summer this year, especially with you to keep me company, Romeo" Veda said noticing they were pulling up to the Venice Boardwalk already. “Zoe said they’d be by the Vintage shop” Veda added, trying to hand him some money for parking. Veda rolled her eyes when Terry looked at her like she had genuinely lost her mind, watching amused as he shoved the cash back into her wallet, throwing it back into her backpack, zipping it up for good measure.

“Your money doesn’t work with me, you know that” he chided playfully, handing the teller his own money. Veda scoffed shaking her head slightly.

“Yes, sirrrrrr” she drawled teasingly trailing a finger up his forearm, she didn’t miss the lustful glint in his eyes as he pulled into a spot and put the car in park. Veda gave him an innocent smile, batting her eyelashes at him coyly. Terry bit his lip slightly looking her over hungrily.

“You really like getting me all worked up right before I have to see people don’t you, baby girl. You’re becoming quite the tease, what are you wearing under your cute outfit today anyway, hmm” he said leaning in to place kisses on her shoulder, Veda bit her lip feeling her cheeks tint as he ran a hand up her thigh.

“My swimsuit…” she trailed, playing with the ends of his hair softly seeing his eyes light up out of the corner of her eye. Terry placed a finger under her chin, gently urging her to look at him.

“Oh, one piece or two piece, I know I’ll be fighting off a lot of ogling pervs regardless, but I haven’t seen in you in a swimsuit yet…” he coaxed flashing her a charming smile, Veda giggled rolling her eyes because it’s not like he hasn’t seen her naked a great deal already. She turned to face him, lifting her top up for him shamelessly revealing the baby blue balconette bikini she picked. Terry made one of his pleased rumbles, trailing his fingers over the top of her breasts in a feathery manner.

“Very pretty, baby girl, this color looks great on you” he crooned capturing her in a brief heated kiss, placing a tender kiss on each of her breasts before pulling her top back down gently. Veda gave him a sweet smile feeling incredibly smitten over how much care he showed her.

“We should get going we said we’d meet them twenty minutes ago, you never finished what you were saying about the 4th of July” Veda said grabbing her backpack as Terry rushed to open her door for her like usual. Terry chuckled helping her out of the car.

“You're right, I didn’t, do you want me to carry your backpack, sweetheart. It is a bit heavy” he said sweetly, placing a kiss on her forehead. Veda beamed at him shaking her head as she looped her arms through the straps, eagerly lacing her fingers with his.

“No that’s okay, I can use it to help you fight off the pervs” she quipped, Terry chuckled tugging her to walk with him across the street. Though Veda was practically skipping at this point feeling incredibly happy Terry agreed to come here with her.

“That is a great idea, but you don’t quite know how to fight like me, sweetheart. I’ve been meaning to teach you some self-defense though” Terry said, Veda chuckled, Mr. Miyagi had taught her a few things after what happened with Dutch, but she had yet to find any use for them. Truthfully, she may not even remember how to do them properly because of the fact she never need to. She began to think Terry teaching her a few things would be a good idea.

“I know a few karate moves; I just haven’t found any use for them yet. Though, I did come pretty close my first day at the office after well, you know, you are 1,000 percent forgiven by the way. You wanna be my practice dummy? If I can take down you, I can take down anyone” she quipped playfully flexing her toned bicep at him with a bright smile. Terry chuckled, humoring her by feeling her muscle for a moment with an amused smile, just as they caught sight of Zoe and Rob.

“You can practice on me all the time; I didn’t know you knew any. Oh, I keep steering off the topic of the 4th of July. My friends and I have this tradition where we take our girlfriends up to Santa Barbara. This would be the first time I actually have a real girlfriend to take with me. We usually stay at the Ritz- Carlton but if you’re willing to go with me, I’d like to stay at the San Ysidro Ranch. They really crack down on illegal fireworks up there, it gives me a good window to hunker down in my room, you of course are welcome to go watch them as long as you come back and cuddle with me.” Terry said, giving her a soft, almost shy, smile. Veda gave him a reassuring smile in return and a long kiss on the lips.

“Of course, I’ll go with you, my love. I’m happy you want me to meet some of your friends and I don’t mind missing fireworks at all, I’ve seen them for the first eighteen years of my life. I’d much rather be with you.” Veda said happily, Terry beamed at her cupping her face in his hands as he pulled her in for another sweet kiss. Veda felt her heart flutter, feeling how much love and adoration he was putting into this kiss. She stood there for a while after he pulled away loving the way he was placing tender kisses on her forehead as he caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. Feeling so loved.

“I love you” she breathed out, turning her head to kiss the palm of his hand wanting to make him feel as loved and cared for as he made her feel. Terry smiled against her forehead for a moment, gently tilting her head up so he could look at her.

“I love you too, my sweet girl. I’m glad you want to meet some of my friends, but I must warn you some of them are incredibly pretentious, don’t take anything they say seriously, alright. Now I think it’s time for me to meet some of your friends.” Terry said with a bright smile, Veda giggled tugging him toward Zoe and Rob, and her friends Riley and Ben from Pasadena, they had a few classes together when she went to West Valley High. Though Veda was only there a couple months, they had gotten pretty close.

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They all spent the next hour and a half talking, catching up, and shopping. Terry, Rob, and Ben all seemed to get along, really well, talking about vintage cars and horse racing. While Veda, Riley, and Zoe ventured into shops to discreetly talk about their boyfriends. As they ventured up and down the boardwalk, Veda began to feel a little nauseous but brushed it off because they were having so much fun running in and out of shops under the blistering sun. Veda gulped the last bit of her water a while ago and hadn’t found a place to refill it. Everyone else seemed okay, so she wondered if maybe she may be coming down with a bug. Veda let out a whimper, feeling incredibly dizzy suddenly. Terry rushed to her side, halting his conversation with Ben and Rob. His sudden movement caught her by surprise in her unsteady state. Veda looked up at him slowly, still feeling sick and a little lightheaded. Terry looked down at her concerned, wiping away some of her stray hairs out of her eyes.

“I don’t feel well, I think I may have caught something” she said feebly, Terry shook his head at her, gripping her arms to steady her.

“No, sweetheart, you’re overheating, come sit on this bench and I’ll go grab you something to cool you off. Then we’ll head to a restaurant, hmm, for some air conditioning. I don’t want you having a heatstroke, we have to check her temperature can you guys find a lifeguard maybe or have someone call the paramedics” he called over his shoulder, pressing his hands against her flushed cheeks, Veda gave him a weak smile as she nodded her head in acknowledgement, that would explain why she was slightly confused. Ben and Riley nodded taking off toward the beach.

“Rob and I are going to get us a table somewhere. There’s a restaurant, Paloma Venice, it’s like a five-minute walk from here” Zoe said, Terry nodded helping Veda sit down on a bench in the shade, glancing around frantically for the nearest street vendor but looking torn. Veda gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ll be okay while you go get the water and maybe get me some ice cream too…” she trailed giving him the best sweet smile she could muster right now. Terry’s eyes softened as he gave her a quick gentle kiss on the forehead.

“Okay, baby girl. Do you have a flavor preference, or will any ice cream do” he cooed, Veda giggled leaning back on the bench slightly.

“As long as it’s ice cream I don’t care. Thank you, my love” she cooed back feeling a bit better now that she was sitting in the shade. Terry gave her another quick kiss before rushing away. Veda sighed fanning herself with a hand in hopes it would make her feel better. Looking around at some of the passing people, noticing a group of rowdy young men to her left, one of them looked a bit familiar but she couldn’t place it in her current state of heat induced confusion. Absent-mindedly staring at them for longer than socially acceptable, one of them caught sight of her and let out a long wolf whistle. Veda quickly looked away, if she wasn’t already flushed from the heat she’d be blushing with embarrassment by now.

“No doll, you’re free to look all you want” one of them called out at her, Veda shifted uncomfortably looking anywhere else she could.

“Have you ever seen something that pretty, Chad” she could tell they were approaching her to ogle at her up close and she desperately wanted to run away but didn’t have the energy. Veda glanced around seeing if she could spot Terry, Riley, or Ben but had no such luck, resolving to turn her body as far away from them as she could.

“Oh, you know what I have. That’s Dutch’s old girl, LaRusso’s pretty older sister” Veda stiffened, recognizing the voice at once but resisting the urge to turn around.

“Wait, really, damn Dutch fumbled that bag. You see the guy that sat her on the bench” one quipped. Veda could tell they were right in front of her now, feeling a wave of fear overtake her.

“He cheated on this; Shelby is nowhere near as hot. I mean look at her, hey gorgeous why don’t you ditch the giant and hang with us” one purred right into her ear sending a shiver down her spine. Veda whimpered attempting to scoot away from the guy, he chuckled snaking his arm around her and pulling her into his chest.

“Yeah, she hot but Dutch said she wouldn’t put out, forever a tease even now, huh Veda. Still wearing the enticing miniskirts, hmm, put on some healthy weight too. Your boobs look great, I’m sure Dutch would love to hear about your new boy toy though, he want’s you back you know, might change his mind once he finds out you gave yourself to that Bond villain. What’s his name, he looks rich, you always did have a thing for the rich ones though hey.” Tommy said teasingly, Veda glared at him as he got unnecessarily close to her face. Feeling the guy next to her slowly start to feel her up, aimlessly sliding a hand up her shirt.

“Get off me” she snapped, shoving him as hard as she could, which wasn’t much considering how fatigued she still was, the adrenaline was taking a long time to kick in with her body already under duress. The guy chuckled at her feeble attempt to free herself, as he aggressively tried to force a kiss on her, Veda reached to slap him in the face, but Tommy gripped her wrist tightly. And the guy took the opportunity to capture her in a bruising predatory kiss, Veda yelped struggling against both of them, biting down on the guy’s lip hard enough to draw blood. The metallic taste lingered in her mouth as he lurched back hissing in pain, reeling an arm back to backhand her across her face with a shocking amount of unneeded force. Veda yelped again feeling like her eye might explode, yanking her left hand out of Tommy’s grasp to soothe the stinging sensation that spread across her left side of her face, tears welling in her eyes.

“Ohhhhh, what is this, are you engaged Veda. Wow, he really is rich that's a freaking Argyle pink diamond on your finger. Ooooo Dutch is gonna be pissed and you know I’m going to tell him, don’t ya Veda? Let her go, Chad, you know Dutch doesn’t like people touching his things and I really don’t want to be you when he finds out you kissed her like that” Tommy sighed, tugging Chad off her forcefully, Chad leered at her slowly whipping the blood rolling down his chin. Veda whimpered felling a new wave of panic muddle with the fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins.

“Tommy, please, don’t do that. You know what he’s like, he’s unpredictable, he could really hurt me this time why would you do that” she rambled still cradling her face, where there would surely be a bruise whenever her flush died down. She swore she saw a slight hint of guilt flash across Tommy’s face as he looked at her.

“Yeah, well, what’s he gonna do to me if he finds out I knew and didn’t tell him. You and your brother helped ruin our dojo, I don’t know what you expect from me. I’m sure your fiancé can help you out, hmm. Let’s go find Dutch guys” Tommy said, Veda felt her breath hitch as she started to hyperventilate.

“I had nothing to do with that and you know it. Tommy!” she wailed pulling her knees to her chest.

Terry’s Pov

Terry practically snatched the water and ice cream out of the guy’s hand letting out an exasperated sigh as he shoved a twenty in his hand. Rushing back to where he’d left Veda nearly ten minutes ago, he really didn’t want to leave her there, but she looked so tired and frail. With a small heat rash spreading across her pretty neck and her plump lips chapped and cracking, as she looked up at him with helpless doe eyes, Terry felt his heart twinge just thinking about her laying sick and helpless on a bench waiting for him as unsavory pigs ogled at her in her poor vulnerable state. Terry spotted her with her head in her knees and flew to her in a panic, taking in the fact she was trembling.

“I know, baby girl, I’m sorry it’s really crowded at that end. Here, sweetheart drink some of this for me” he said, placing a kiss on the top of her head, nudging the cool bottle of water against her upper arm gently. Veda jumped slightly looking up at him with terrified eyes, Terry dropped to his knees taking in the raised imprint of a hand on her left cheek.

“Veda, baby, what’s wrong, what happened” he asked as calmly as he could with the rage bubbling in him, letting his eyes wander around to see if the culprit stuck out to him in the sea of people, she was clearly very shaken up and it wasn’t just from the heat. Terry pinned his eyes to her trembling form and did his best to soothe her; she was still so flushed, and Terry feared she may have worse heat exhaustion than he initially thought. Setting the open bottle down to feel her forehead and cheeks, she was still very hot, but Terry couldn’t tell if it was a 104-degree fever kind of hot, wondering what was taking Ben and Riley so long to find her some help.

“Sweetheart, please drink the water, please. Your ice cream is melting” he pleaded trying to tackle the life-threatening issue before he delt with the very obvious assault someone inflicted on his precious angel, bringing the water bottle back to her lips. Veda shakily accepted the water chugging at least half of it for him quickly. Terry relaxed a bit watching her drink a bit more, offering her the ice cream cone, and making a pleased sound when she started eating it slowly.

“There you go, can you tell me why you were so scared, who did this, sweetheart” he coaxed gently, stroking the bruise forming on her cheek with his thumb. Veda looked at him letting out a whimper. “I’ll take care of it and you, baby” he cooed, placing a tender kiss on the forming bruise. Veda nodded slowly as she stopped eating the ice cream to speak to him in a shaky voice. Terry could see Ben and Riley finally approaching with a paramedic in the distance.

“Dutch” she said just above a whisper, Terry stiffened looking around them again frantically. “He’s not here, um, his friend Tommy and his friends were here. They were harassing me and one of them, Chad, forced a kiss on me, so I bite him, and then he hit me. Tommy saw my promise ring, though, and said he was going to tell Dutch. Dutch is crazy, Terry, he’s going to try to find me now. I didn’t tell you how bad it really got; I was in the hospital for a few days after I confronted him for cheating” she admitted with a few tears rolling down her cheeks, Terry took a few calming breaths running his hands in soothing circles on her arms. Though he was really trying to comfort both of them, seeing her hurting this way hurt him too, and he was going to do everything within his power to keep it from ever happening again. He really didn’t want to be Dutch when he finally found him, and he would find him, how many Dutch’s could there possibly be in Pasadena that attended West Valley High.

“I’ll take care of it, Veda, don’t worry, everything is going to be okay, baby girl” Terry said with a finality in his voice as he continued his comforting motions. Veda seemed to relax a bit, but he could still see the fear in her eyes taking in the way she jumped when the paramedic came to kneel next to him. Terry gave her arm a reassuring squeeze and gave her a comforting smile, urging her to finish her ice cream.

“I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m going to check your temperature and vitals, then your husband will help me get you to a cooler spot. Some people are a little more sensitive to the heat, I’d suggest keeping her time outside a bit shorter, say twenty to thirty minutes and then take her somewhere with air conditioning” the paramedic said placing a thermometer under her tongue before taking her blood pressure. Terry resolved to hold her hand tightly feeling a bit anxious as he evaluated her.

“Vitals are good, she does have a very mild fever, but I think some time indoors and more water will help remedy that. Ask them for some cool clothes and apply them to her face. As long as she isn’t vomiting you should be okay to spend the rest of the day here if you want. If she does get worse give us a call. Do you know what happened to her cheek” the paramedic asked, not so subtly eyeing Terry’s hands, Terry was too focused on Veda to take offense to what the medic was implying as he gently urged Veda to finish the last of her water and ice cream, Veda obliged looking a bit less flushed which made her bruise more noticeable. She was still trembling as she handed the medic her empty water bottle before clinging tightly to Terry’s side, nuzzling her face into his chest. Terry wrapped his arms around her dragging his hands in comforting strokes up her back, taking a moment to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

“She said some prick hit her when I went to get her the water. Do you know Tommy and Chad and where I might find them?” Terry asked sharply, looking between Ben and Riley, each of them looking concerned as they looked at her cheek. The medic packed away his things giving Terry an apologetic look for his assumption.

“Yeah, they still live in Encino, mooching off their parents for a few more months before they head off to Berkeley. Dutch just got out of Juvie and is back in Encino too” Ben said, Terry nodded slowly, filing every detail away for later, still comforting Veda.

“Let’s go meet Rob and Zoe, hmm, have some lunch and cool you off, alright baby girl” Terry crooned, wrapping his arm around her waist and gently pulling her legs across his lap. Veda nodded in acknowledgement, wordlessly wrapping her shaky arms around his neck.

Terry carried her to the restaurant quickly while still being mindful of the cracks and dips in the concrete. Veda barely uttered a word the entire time they were in the restaurant though everyone tried to include her in their side conversations, Terry was happy to at least see her eat her whole sandwich and drink several glasses of water for him while he pressed cool clothes against her face. Her flush had died down completely, her heat rash had disappeared, and her lips looked hydrated again, physically she looked better, just as beautiful as she always did save for bruise across the left side of her face. Terry made sure to kiss every finger shaped bruise frequently throughout their meal, whispering endless strings of comforting words in her ear. She looked more relaxed but was still quiet and jumped a mile high anytime someone clanked their dishes or silverware. Terry started to wonder if he would just be better off taking her back to his house, he was already planning on asking her to move in with him and now it seemed imperative she did so. The odds of Dutch and his cronies breaking into the Ennis house were slim to none.

“Do you want to head back to my house, sweetheart? You don’t look comfortable, you’re all welcome to come if you want as well. We can still swim, and I’ll have Howard make us some dinner” Terry said softly, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. Veda seemed to be thinking hard about accepting this outcome while Zoe, Rob, Ben, and Riley nodded their heads in acknowledgement.

“I wanted to see the aquarium at the pier with you” Veda said timidly, not looking up from the empty plate she’d been staring at, Terry gave her hand another reassuring squeeze.

“That’s alright, we wanted to get on a few rides anyway. So, why don’t you and Terry check out the aquarium and maybe ride the carousal in the carousal house while the rest of us get on some rides. Then we can meet up again at Terry’s house when we’re done, how’s that sound bean?” Zoe asked her kindly sensing that maybe Veda would feel more comfortable if her and Terry were by themselves. Terry gave her a brief look of gratitude before training his eyes on Veda. Veda nodded perking up a bit.

“Yeah, let’s do that. Can we take the shuttle over there though” she said softly, meeting Terry’s gaze for the first time in hours. Terry gave her a warm smile and comforting kiss on her bruised cheek again drawing circles on the back of her hand.

“Of course, sweetheart. We want to keep you cool and comfortable” Terry crooned.

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They all went their separate ways after making it the Santa Monica pier, bidding each other a few ‘See you later”s before they veered off. Terry held Veda’s hand tightly as he helped her walk down the stairs to the beach level where the aquarium and carousal house were located, feeling grateful she was at least making small talk with him now. Though she still clung to him tightly while they walked up to the building, Terry didn’t mind at all of course, snaking his arm around her firmly.

“Which do you want to do first, the aquarium or the carousal.” Terry asked her softly, as they shuffled into the cool building brushing past a few rambunctious children as they stopped in front of the elevator. Veda glanced up at him for a moment, wordlessly pointing in the direction of the aquarium, before replacing her arm around his torso. Terry gave her another reassuring smile walking her through the various tanks and displays, trying to think of what he could possibly do to make her more comfortable as they stopped in front of one of the more secluded tanks. Terry suddenly remembered what she said about that insect, Chad, forcing a kiss on his sweet girl. Terry quite literally felt his blood boil as he gazed at her plump lips in the dim lighting, surely Chad would be the first stop on his spree for touching what was his in such a vile manor. Terry placed a finger under Veda’s chin, gently signaling for her to look at him, feeling a primal urge to reclaim what he had spent months earning for himself. Veda looked up at him with her pretty doe eyes, still looking incredibly vulnerable to him.

“I’ve got you, baby girl, always. No one is going to hurt you again” he cooed, leaning down to capture her a passionate kiss, Veda sighed immediately kissing him back with just as much passion moaning softly into his mouth. Finally letting her arms wrap around his neck, tangling her fingers in the ends of his hair. Terry rumbled approvingly, pulling back to let her catch her breath, gently walking her back into a corner. Scooping her up to sit on the sill of the circular viewing window using his hips to keep her in place against the glass. Capturing her in another brief fiery kiss, having made up his mind on how to take her mind off of what happened and make both of them feel better.

“I’m going to make you feel good now, make you feel better, okay. Let me take care of you, baby girl” he whispered, Veda nodded wordlessly pressing her forehead against his. Terry held her gaze, letting his hand travel up her thigh and then under her skirt. Watching her eyes flutter shut as he moved her bikini bottoms gently to the left, sliding his fingers along her wet slit for a moment before finally dipping two fingers into her warm wet heat. Still so tight and perfect for him, moaning softly at the way she always fluttered around his fingers, running his thumb in quick circles over her little clit. Silently wishing he could look at her pretty folds but not wanting to risk people knowing what they were doing over here. To any curious on looker, it just looked like a couple sharing a sweet moment, in a way it was, but the prospect of angry parents wasn’t something he was equipped for at the moment. Wanting nothing more than to make his sweet angel smile again for him, to lock her up and keep her sheltered from the harsh reality a pretty girl like her faced in the world.

Veda moaned again, looking at him through hooded dazed eyes. Terry flashed her a sweet smile, adoring the way her brows were knitted together, she was close for him already. Always so responsive to his touch now that he spent hours training her little pussy to take him with as little pain as possible when she decided she was finally ready for it. He knew she was getting there and hoped the events of earlier hadn’t squandered her too much, though, if it had he would wait, she really did have him wrapped around her finger.

“Try to stay quiet for me baby girl, hmm, don’t want anyone to find us before my sweet girl finishes” he cooed, peppering her face with hundreds of adoring kisses. Veda nodded again biting down on her lip in an attempt to stifle her cute whines and moans, so submissive for him already. Terry quickened his pumps, angling his fingers inside her to stroke her g spot and quickened the circles he was making on her clit. Watching, delighted, as she threw her head back against the glass, her face a mask of pleasure and contentment.

“I’ll always protect you, baby girl, always take care of you, sweetheart” he cooed, Veda nodded in acknowledgment, mirroring his movements with her perfect hips.

“Cum for me, baby girl” he purred, feeling her walls clench and flutter around his fingers rapidly, right on command. Terry hurriedly captured her in a kiss, drowning out her cries and squeals of ecstasy because no one else deserved to hear them except him. Veda wrapped her arms around his neck and her trembling legs around his waist, taking a moment to come back to earth. Terry broke the kiss nuzzling his face the crook her neck as he removed his fingers and replaced her swim bottoms gingerly. Veda relaxed letting out a content sigh, peppering his neck with kisses. Terry smiled, removing his head from her neck to look at her, feeling his heart flutter when she smiled back at him with rosy cheeks.

“Feel better baby” he crooned; Veda nodded looking at him with shy eyes.

“Yes, you always make me feel better, Romeo” she sighed pulling him into a tight hug, and Terry was going to do whatever it took to keep her that way.

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jimmysea · 1 year

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thinking of u and sending u all my love rn i just felt the need to say it. missed u more 💙💙💙💙🥺🥺🥺🥺

Ali my love 💜💜💜💜 sending all my love right back at you stellina, when I checked my tag and saw your posts there you have no idea how happy I was to see you back 🥺 I am barely on tumblr these days too, but I missed you so much my baby 😭🩷 I hope things are good over there please take care of yourself my baby, I love you so much 💖💖💖💖💖

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“Hmm…youse dad wasn’t kiddin’ ‘bout them toys, huh?”

Yancy is sitting cross-legged on the floor, watching the stellina as he shakes and plays with the newly acquired toy balls. One will roll Yancy’s way here and there, and he’ll roll it back much to the child’s (and his own) delight. Also, off to the side, is a new 8-note xylophone that Yancy picked up for him because quite frankly, he couldn’t resist. It was untouched as of yet, but Yancy didn’t mind one bit. He was just happy to enjoy the company of the little guy.

He had also stopped at an Italian bakery and picked up a lovely tiramisu and a dozen fruit tarts for dessert. Well, eleven tarts were left, anyway.

The Actor cannot help but hover. Even when he's being given a break, the urge to peek his head in on his beloved little star is impossible to resist forever. He can hear them playing from down the hall. Yancy has been rather reliable about stopping by for deliveries and babysitting duty, and Mark appreciates the regular breaks.

But he still sneaks down to the nursery door to lean around the frame, to watch quietly as Yancy and Star throw shimmering bouncy balls back and forth. Whenever one bounces too far, his little starlight toddles after it, chattering away.

It's good for him to have so much exposure to other people, he thinks. Good for him to learn all that he can. It's what he deserves. A complete and happy childhood. One he'll one day look back fondly on. With memories he can hold close even into adulthood.

Mark smiles to himself and tiptoes away again. Maybe he'll get some work done, while they're still occupied.

#always nice to meet a fan;#jailbirdyance #lil space baby;

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doberbutts · 2 years

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Hope your knee stops doing the hurty thing v soon!

Breed suggestion please? I’ve only had chis (and always will have), but I think I’d like a mid-sized doggo one day once I’m living on the farm. Something that would be happy pottering along while I do farmer stuff and able to keep up with the horses when I ride, but must also be able to happily cohabitate with the chis in a v small home. I don’t think I have enough energy for a working dog like a border collie. Any ideas of which breed/s to start looking into would be much appreciated <3

Why not a collie? If you don't like grooming, smoothies are always an option. @kangals Stellina loved making friends with my chihuahuas while I was living with her.

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maybeimamuppet · 2 years

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picking teams- chapter 5: janis

HAPPY MEAN GIRLS DAAAAYY WOO

welcome to two bonus chapters that i’m definitely only posting for mean girls day and definitely not because the halloween chapter is the only thing i have lined up for halloween this year but i fucked up the scheduling and this is the only way to get it out on time wooo!!

tw for

drugs/alcohol

drugging/roofies

general sexism

general homophobia

mild violence

attempted r*pe

and as always please let me know if i’ve missed something so i can add it in :)

enjoy!

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“Morning, Papa,” Janis yawns when she comes downstairs for breakfast. She wishes she had a way to stop being so exhausted in the mornings. It’s some of the only real time she gets to spend with her father.

“Morning, rock star,” her dad greets. Janis gets herself a bowl of cereal and pours the last mug of coffee her dad made. She sits next to him at the table and yawns at her breakfast.

Janis pushes her Cheerios around her bowl for a moment, taking a single bite to stall for time. She takes a deep breath before she asks, “Do you think you can come to my game tonight?”

“Shit, is that tonight?” her dad asks. Janis feels her heart sink, and she nods.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” she says.

“No, stellina, no,” her father says. “What time does it start?”

“Six.”

“Let me make some calls,” her father says. “I might be late, but I’ll be there.”

“Really?”

“Really. I haven’t… I haven’t been there for you nearly enough, since…” her dad sighs, trailing off before he finishes his sentence. “I’ll be there if I have to bring my clients along and have my meetings in the bleachers.”

“Thanks, Papa,” Janis replies. She grins sheepishly at her cereal when he ruffles her bedhead and kisses the top of her head.

“No problem, Janny,” he murmurs. “Have a good day.”

“You too,” Janis says.

—————

Damian picks her up that morning, and almost chokes at her getup.

“Shut up,” Janis grumbles as she tosses her backpack in the backseat. “We have to wear this.”

“I know, I just never thought I’d see you looking like such a jock,” Damian teases. “You’re even wearing pants!”

“Jersey doesn’t work with the tights,” Janis sighs, tugging at the uncomfortable denim of her black jeans. “Or the jacket.”

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Damian replies. He glances briefly at the white long sleeved undershirt she has on beneath her blue jersey, but doesn’t mention it. They both know why it’s there. He doesn’t need to bring it up unnecessarily.

“Surprised you don’t have a bow,” Janis chuckles, looking at her friend in his cheer uniform.

“I ordered one,” Damian says. Janis isn’t terribly surprised. “My hair isn’t long enough for the clip.”

Janis looks in the backseat when he motions vaguely in that direction, seeing the bow clipped to the handle. She undoes it and folds down her mirror. Damian looks at her in confusion as she ties her hair back into a ponytail and clips the bow to her hair tie.

“I think that means we’re dating now,” he jokes. Janis laughs and flips the visor back up.

“Really? I thought you have to wear my jersey for that,” she says.

“I think it goes both ways,” Damian replies easily.

“Well, we are soulmates,” Janis sighs. “I might as well wear this.”

“It suits you,” Damian says. Janis rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, right.”

“It does! It goes really well with your hair,” Damian says. “And all the blue works really well with your eyes.”

“I thought I told you to stop complimenting me in earnest,” Janis grumbles.

“How else are you gonna learn how to take compliments?”

“My plan was just to avoid them at all costs.”

“Yeah, let me know how that works out for you.”

“I will, thank you.”

—————

Janis grows increasingly anxious all day. She’s had loads of practice. Too much, if you ask her muscles. But she still has an entire team to lead. An entire team of high school boys that don’t like her very much.

She wonders how Damian feels. He literally has to carry the weight of an entire life on his shoulders for a few moments. And how does Cady feel? Being head cheerleader must be difficult. Janis doesn’t know that she could handle being tossed around so much. Or having Regina as her team captain.

She blinks and the day is over. She’s in the locker room, hiding in the bathroom stalls to get changed so nobody can accuse her of anything unsavory. She likes to think these girls aren’t all under Regina’s thumb, but she can’t risk it.

She rushes past them when she has all her padding on, eyes firmly on the ground as she has her helmet in one hand and her water bottle in the other.

“Good luck,” someone whispers to her just before the door closes behind her. Janis turns briefly, and sees Cady shoot her a small smile before continuing to touch up her makeup. Janis smiles back and jogs out to the field to get warmed up.

—————

Janis bounces on the balls of her feet as they wait behind their school banner for the cheerleaders to finish their opening routine. She tries to focus on the game ahead and not how adorable Cady looked in her uniform.

Doesn’t quite work.

She startles when her teammates start to run, bursting through the banner and onto the field. She picks up the pace after them, and heaves a sigh as she sets foot on the turf for the first game of the season. Her ears are ringing so loud she can barely hear the cheerleaders and fans whooping for them in the stands.

Janis adjusts her helmet and looks around the bleachers, scanning for the face she wants to see most of all. She shakes her head when she doesn’t see her father there, and tries to snap herself out of it. He said he’d be here, so he will. He’s just late.

She slips her mouthguard in, and they’re off and running.

——

It goes well for the first half. Their opposing team is pretty mediocre, but Janis and her teammates keep making stupid mistakes and allowing the other team to score. They’re only up by three points at halftime, so it’s really anybody’s game.

Janis pants for breath as she chugs her water down, trying to formulate plans for the second half of the game in her mind. She’s distracted watching the cheer routine go down in the meantime.

She’s seen bits and pieces of their practices, but never the whole thing all the way through. I can watch and think at the same time.

Janis chokes on her water at the first move they make. Damian is in the middle with a small group of other bases, doing the dance-y parts of their routine while the other squad members get into formation on either side of them. Cady suddenly runs up to him, does some sort of handstand, and is in the air above Damian’s head.

“Holy shit,” Janis whispers as Cady continues cheering, her feet a solid eight feet off the ground. Her heart stutters in her chest as Damian tosses her even higher, but Cady just twirls to the ground and lands securely in her bases’ arms.

She’s confused when Cady suddenly runs to the far end of the field and Regina runs to the other, but continues watching. All their teammates get into a line, doing more dancing and yelling something Janis is too exhausted to understand.

Cady suddenly takes a running start and starts flipping down the entire length of the field, twirling and spinning and flying and flipping and god Janis is dizzy just watching her.

“I bet she’s real flexible,” Janis hears Shane tell the other football players behind her. “Probably great for doin’ it.”

“Totally,” another boy nods. “Wonder if she’s taken.”

“Does it matter? I’m totally gonna get some tonight,” Shane says. Janis feels the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

“Oman, shut the fuck up. We need to talk about the next quarter,” Janis calls. “Defense, we gotta step up our game, they’re getting through us too easily. They suck, but we keep doing dumb shit and letting them get the beat on us.”

She hears Shane grumbling under his breath about being so rudely interrupted and told what to do by a girl, of all things. Oh, the humanity.

Janis ignores it.

What she can’t ignore is the missing person in the bleachers. He said he’d be here. Why isn’t he here?

She shakes her head again and continues with the plan, then starts the huddle and runs back onto the field.

—————

Janis tries, but she’s so rattled by everything happening around her that her plan rapidly goes to shit.

The other team is gaining on them, and they’re tied all through the fourth quarter. Janis is in no man’s land now.

She takes a glance at the scoreboard. Tied game, and… thirty seconds left.

She hears someone call, “Sarkisian!” and turns, throwing her hands up to catch the ball her teammate has passed her.

Aaron yells for her to pass to him. Time slows down.

Aaron is close to the end zone, he wouldn’t have to run far if she passed to him. It’s what she’s supposed to do, after all.

But the other team is rushing to the both of them, and Janis doesn’t have a clear shot. Does she play it safe and run it to the end zone herself, or take the risk of passing?

Aaron nods when she holds up the ball and chucks it in his direction as hard as she can. Aaron catches it, has it in his grasp, starts to run… and trips.

The other team, and some of their own, is on him in a second, piling on top of him in a mad scramble for the ball. Janis runs over, taking advantage of her slightly smaller stature to dive in.

The roar of the crowd echoes in her ears as she emerges from the pile with the ball firmly in her grasp and is off like a shot towards the end zone. The coach may have put her on the team for her arm, but she’s certainly not a bad runner.

She watches the grass turn blue beneath her feet, and slows to a stop. Her team rushes up around her, doing a weird cross between a huddle and a group hug. They won. She won.

—————

“Janis, that was amazing!” Damian says when she runs up to him in the parking lot. “God, you should have seen the crowds!”

“I’m shaking,” Janis laughs, holding up her hands so he can see.

“Adrenaline,” Damian chuckles with a knowing nod. “I’m so proud of you.”

“So am I,” a voice says. Janis whirls around to see her dad and sister standing there, clad head to toe in blue and yellow.

“Dad!” Janis says, running to hug him. “I-I thought you didn’t make it.”

“I promised I would,” her dad says, gently pinching her cheek. “I sat on the wrong side, I was with the other team’s fans. And I think my life may be in danger now, they really didn’t appreciate me cheering you on.”

“Oh,” Janis chuckles. “You might wanna run, then, I think they’ll be following you out soon.”

“You coming with us?”

“There is a party to celebrate the season starting, if you wanna go, Jan. I was going to,” Damian says. He leans into her and whispers, “And so is Cady.”

“Can I?” Janis asks, looking at her dad.

“Of course. Just make good choices, and call if you need me.”

“Okay. I’ll probably sleep over at Damian’s, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Janis says, giving her dad and sister hugs. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” her dad says, leading Stevie through the parking lot.

Damian smirks as Janis climbs into his car. “What?”

“I have a new trick,” Damian hums. “Just have to tell you Cady’s gonna be somewhere, and there you go.”

“Hey!” Janis huffs. “I would’ve gone if she wasn’t. I go to parties sometimes.”

“Yeah, and you never stay longer than half an hour,” Damian retaliates.

“I never need to. I can find girls or get wasted in plenty of time,” Janis says. Damian rolls his eyes.

“Let’s just stick around for this one, please?”

“Fine,” Janis grumbles.

—————

The music is so loud Janis feels like her bones are shaking. She hates parties. She has since Regina switched from the ones they had in middle school; casual sleepovers with pizza and movies, to ones like this; drunk people and too-loud music the smell of weed lingering in the air.

She pours herself a cup of punch as soon as she walks in the door, before it can be spiked with something other than booze and become unsafe for human consumption. Damian manages to worm his way through the swarms of people, and finds them a spot on the couch.

So, they people watch, listening to the music shaking the entire house.

Janis tries not to, she really does, but Cady is still in her cheer uniform and varsity jacket and adorable ponytail complete with a ridiculous bow and how is Janis not supposed to sneak the occasional glance in her direction.

She tries extra hard to stop when she sees her making an awful lot of conversation with Aaron Samuels.

Cady’s giggling at almost everything he says, even twirling the end of her ponytail around her index finger. Janis gags a bit into her punch.

She talks with Damian for a while, losing track of time and getting just shy of tipsy. A bit of a buzz is plenty for her. She got really drunk for the first time when she was twelve. That was enough.

When she looks back to Cady, she’s alone, staring off into space. Janis looks around and sees Aaron talking to none other than Shane Oman, class douchebag.

“Hey, man, I think Regina was looking for you outside. Said something about getting the keg set up,” Shane says.

“Shit, can’t it wait?” Aaron sighs. “Fine. Will you tell Cady I’ll be right back? The new girl?”

“I got you, bro,” Shane nods. Aaron nods back in thanks and heads to the backyard.

Janis focuses on Shane. His words from earlier echo in her head. Does it matter? I’m totally gonna get some tonight.

She watches as he pours a large cup of punch first. He heads over to Cady only then, offering her the cup and saying something Janis can’t hear. Cady takes it trustingly and gulps down a couple mouthfuls.

Janis tries to shrug off her worry, turning and talking to Damian again.

“Welcome back,” Damian teases. “How’s the land of the lesbianism treating you?”

“Shut up,” Janis scoffs. “Like you’re any better any time you see a slightly cute boy.”

“And you tease me about it just as much,” Damian grins, taking a sip of his water. He glances where Janis was looking, and seems confused. “What were you even looking at?”

“Nothing,” Janis says, looking back to where Cady… was. “Uh… take this, I’m gonna… go pee.”

“Thanks for sharing,” Damian sighs, waving her off. Janis rushes in the direction Cady disappeared to, shoving her way through a sea of half-drunk high schoolers.

“Hey, have you guys seen Cady?” she asks a group of people apparently trying to figure out how to kiss each other all at once.

“Who?”

“New girl, Africa, red curly hair. She’s a cheerleader,” Janis says, growing increasingly desperate.

“She went upstairs,” one of them says. “I wouldn’t follow her. She’s about to get it gooood.”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit,” Janis hisses, running up the stairs. She doesn’t think she’s ever been here, she has no idea how to get around. She throws open the first door she sees, and walks in on someone having what seems like a very severe series of problems in the restroom.

The next three doors are about as helpful, just various amounts and genders of people hooking up or throwing up. Or both.

Janis throws open the last door on the left. Her relief at finding Cady is short lived.

She’s on a bed, pinned down by Shane, his hand held over her mouth as he pulls her skirt down her legs. Her top is already hoisted up, bunched uncomfortably around her shoulders. Cady’s still awake, but something is… wrong. Why isn’t she moving?

“Hey!” Janis yells, deciding to forgo everything she’s learned about her personal safety. “The fuck are you doing to her?”

“For fuck’s sake!” Shane yells. “I’ve fucking had it with you, I was just about to get some!”

“Yeah, well, we don’t always get what we want, do we? Now answer me,” Janis demands. “What. Were. You. Doing. To. Her?”

“What does it look like?!” Shane insists.

“It looks like she’s drunk out of her mind and you forced her up here, you fucking dick weasel,” Janis says. “You got one more chance.”

Shane just smirks.

“You sick son of a bitch,” Janis says. She channels everything she’s learned about tackling so far, pouncing on the much larger boy and taking him down. She has the element of surprise on her side, and manages to knock him to the ground.

“Bitch!” Shane roars when she punches him between the eyes and in the teeth, spitting a mouthful of blood at her. Janis blinks in disgust, and pulls a hand away to wipe her eyes.

Shane takes advantage of her distraction to free his hand and punch her solidly in the eye. Janis gasps in pain and does the only thing she can think to do.

Lift up a knee. And return it to his nuts.

Once Shane is effectively incapacitated for the time being, Janis roots through his jacket pocket. She pulls out a small vial of a clear liquid, labeled GHB.

“You fucking roofied her?!” Janis yells.

“Man, don’t you get it? You’re a fucking lesbo, that means you like pussy too,” Shane says, around a few groans of pain.

“No, it means I like women,” Janis corrects. “And I can get what I want on my own, without dosing a girl’s fucking drink.”

Shane sighs in relief and tries to stand when Janis scrambles off of him, but Janis gives him another solid kick in the nuts, and one in the face for good measure.

“If you ever show your face around school again I will show you the meaning of hell and fucking love it,” Janis spits, grabbing his shirt and getting as close to his bleeding face as she can stand to. “Scumbag.”

She pulls her phone out of her pocket and dials Damian’s number as fast as she can.

“Jan? Where the hell did you go, it’s been, like, twenty minutes!”

“I don’t have time to explain, just find Aaron and come to the guest room. Upstairs, last door on the left,” Janis says hastily.

“What? Aaron?”

“Just fucking do it, Damian, this is serious!” Janis yells before hanging up. She heads over to the bed and to Cady. “Hey, Cady, can you hear me?”

“Please… no,” Cady says quietly, slurring and looking at Janis with unfocused, glassy eyes.

“I’m not gonna do anything to you, I promise, I’m just here to help,” Janis says soothingly. “I’m gonna put your clothes back on.”

“Help,” Cady mumbles, looking around frantically. She’s so dosed up that it looks like she’s moving underwater, her eyes red and glassy and her movements almost slushy.

Janis winces and gently pulls her skirt back up, trying not to make prolonged eye contact with anything. Damian comes bursting in with Aaron just as she’s tugging her shirt back down.

“Jesus, what happened?!” Aaron yells.

“Shane fucking dosed her drink,” Janis huffs. “GHB. She’s high out of her mind, she can barely speak. Aaron, you handle him. Dame, we have to get her to a hospital.”

“Hey, wait, I can-” Aaron stutters, rushing over to them.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Janis roars. “Listen, Aaron, I know you like her, I wish you all the luck there. I know you want to help right now, but I can’t trust you. I can’t trust anyone but myself with her. The best thing you can do for her is get that scumbag out of here and find her phone.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Aaron sighs. “Jesus Christ, Cady.”

Janis gently hoists Cady off the bed bridal style, carrying her down the stairs and out to the car. Aaron gets his own round of punches and kicks in on Shane before he grabs his wrists and shoves him after them.

Damian comes running out to the car with Cady’s phone as Janis gently puts her in the backseat.

“Stay with her, she might… things might happen,” Damian says, getting into the drivers seat. Janis looks at Cady with wide eyes and crawls in, gently resting her head on her lap.

“You’re gonna be fine, okay? We’re taking you to the hospital, they’ll make you better. Nobody’s gonna hurt you,” Janis says, trying to comfort her.

She made sure Cady was lying in the recovery position, so Cady can’t see her, but she mumbles a, “Help.”

“We’re gonna get help, you’ll be okay, I promise,” Janis says desperately. “Cady?” No response. When Janis checks her eyes, they’re shut, but Cady is luckily still breathing. “She passed out, Dame, what do I do?!”

“GHB causes drowsiness, it’s normal,” Damian says. Janis is suddenly very grateful he’d decided to pay attention in health class during that unit last year. “We’re almost there, try to wake her up. At least keep her breathing.”

Janis does, gently tapping Cady’s arm and cheek and trying to pry her eye open. Nothing. Damian pulls into the emergency room parking lot so fast they leave skid marks, but Janis is even faster pulling Cady out and rushing in the doors.

“We-we were at a party, someone drugged her drink,” Janis says desperately to the nurse who rushes up to see what the matter is. “I-it was GHB, I have the bottle, but I don’t know how much she had, and-and she passed out on the way here-”

“Sweetie, it’ll be okay,” the nurse says calmingly. “You did the right thing.”

A few more people come rushing up with a gurney that she’s instructed to put Cady on. Janis does, and watches as she’s wheeled away.

“Wait, can’t-can’t I stay with her?! Until her family comes?” Janis begs.

“We need to ask you a few questions first, but yes,” the nurse says. “This way.”

Janis follows, hunching in on herself and trying to blink back the tears burning in her eyes. The nurse directs her to sit on a bed and starts pulling out a few things. Janis watches hollowly.

She jumps as the nurse approaches her face with a damp, sterile cloth. “What are you doing?”

“That’s a pretty gnarly black eye you got there, honey,” the nurse chuckles. “Someone got you good. Just gonna clean you up a bit.”

“Oh,” Janis mumbles, letting the nurse tenderly clean the blood and dirt from her face and assess her eye and cuts.

“What’s that girl’s name?” the nurse asks.

“Cady. I don’t remember her last name. I don’t know her that well,” Janis replies.

“You don’t?”

“We go to school together, but we’re not… friends or anything,” Janis says. She’s not sure why she’s telling a complete stranger this, but something in her says she needs to right now.

“You got contact information for her family?” the nurse asks. “I’m assuming you wouldn’t know her date of birth or anything like that if you don’t even know her full name.”

“I don’t. But I have her phone,” Janis says, fishing it out of the pocket of her jacket and handing it to her. It already has a pink glittery case on it. Plastic in more ways than one. “And, um… this is what he put in her drink. But I don’t know how much.”

The nurse takes both the phone and the bottle, resting them on a little table next to her. She gently places a bandage on her eyebrow and gives her a cold compress for her eye.

“You need a hug, baby?” the nurse asks. Janis bursts into tears when she reaches out and desperately leans into the offered embrace. “Shh, it’s okay now. You did the right thing, tonight. Takes guts to stand up to someone like that. And to bring her in here. You might’ve saved her life.”

“Is she gonna be okay?” Janis sniffles, clinging to this lady like a child clings to their mother and sobbing into her shoulder.

“I have every reason to believe she’ll be just fine. We got some of the best doctors around, here. They’ll take great care of her. Incidents like this are more common than you’d think, unfortunately. They know just what to do.”

“Sorry,” Janis sniffs. “This is embarrassing.”

“Hon, this is nothing. I get big burly bikers crying into my shoulder because of a flu shot. You’ve been through a lot, tonight. Why don’t you and your friend call your parents while I wait for the go ahead to let you see her?”

“Okay. Thank you,” Janis sniffles again, wiping her eyes and heading to the waiting room. Damian waves her over, so she plops down next to him and calls her dad.

“Daddy?” she murmurs, her voice wavering.

“Jan? What’s the matter, baby girl, I thought you were sleeping over at Damian’s tonight?”

“I was going to, but…” Janis says, voice trailing away. “Can you… pick me up?”

“Of course. Where are you?”

“Hospital,” Janis mumbles.

“What?! What happened, are you safe?!”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Janis says. She can hear her father running around frantically over the line, and the slamming of a car door. “Can I explain when you get here?”

“Of course. I’ll be right there. Is Damian with you?”

“Yeah, he’s here,” Janis says. “I’m okay.”

“Okay. I’ll be there soon. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Janis sighs shakily as she hangs up the phone. “Fuck, D.”

“I know,” Damian sighs, sounding about as exhausted as Janis feels. They sit huddled together, listening to the various sounds of the hospital and feeling each and every agonizing second tick by.

Eventually, blessedly, the very kind nurse comes back and lets them know Cady is stable and they’re allowed to sit with her if they want to. They both stand and follow her back after signing in and getting ID stickers.

“Her parents should be here soon, but I think she could use your company,” the nurse says, giving them both complimentary cups of water, which they both immediately chug down. “She’s stable, once she wakes up we’ll give her charcoal to remove the last of the drug from her system. She’ll be pretty exhausted for a few days, but she should be just fine soon. Thanks to you.”

Janis sighs in relief, sagging down a bit in the itchy hospital chair and leaning back into Damian’s shoulder.

Looking at Cady lying there it’s easy to believe she’s just… asleep. Like nothing really happened.

She’s not exactly the best at conversation in her unconscious state, and neither Janis nor Damian have any idea what to say to one another in this scenario.

So they sit in silence, listening to the steady, strangely soothing beeping of the monitors keeping track of Cady’s vitals.

After what feels like an eternity, two people come barreling into the room, already in tears, and make a beeline for her bedside. Cady’s parents.

They look friendly. Kind. It makes sense that they raised the girl before them. Well, the real one. Not the Plastic one Cady is steadily morphing into.

Janis isn’t totally sure what to do, here. She’s in the middle of deciding whether to just stay put or go introduce herself when Cady’s father rushes up and wraps both her and Damian in the tightest hug she’s ever experienced.

“Thank you,” he chokes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Janis says, a bit choked since she’s being squeezed so tightly. Cady’s mom gently rests a hand on his shoulder, prompting him to let them go.

“Um… my name is Damian,” Damian begins. “I’m on the cheer squad with Cady. This is Janis, she’s on the football team.”

“Thank you, Damian,” Cady’s mom says, eyes brimming with emotion.

“You’re welcome, but… Janis is the one who saved her. She noticed what happened before anyone else did and went after her,” Damian says shyly. Janis flushes scarlet and looks down at her boots.

“It was Shane Oman,” Janis spits out in lieu of a greeting. “Just, um… in case you decide to try to press charges. He’s the linebacker. I can give you his information.”

“That would be wonderful,” Cady’s mom says quietly. “Thank you, Janis.”

Janis nods and takes a sticky note from a desk nearby. The entire football team has each other’s numbers, to ‘encourage camaraderie’ or something. Janis scrolls through until she finds Shane’s contact and scrawls down his name and number. She puts her own beneath it just in case they need information from her.

Cady’s dad stares at the note when she hands it to him, like just staring at Shane’s name with such wrath will bring about consequences.

Janis doesn’t blame him. She wishes just deleting his contact would delete the scumbag from the face of the Earth.

“Could… when she wakes up, would you mind… not telling her I’m the one who found her?” Janis asks sheepishly after a long beat of silence. She feels everyone’s eyes on her, suddenly.

“If that’s what you want,” Cady’s dad nods. “But why?”

“It’s a long story,” Janis says. “I don’t want to be a hero. Just tell her there are still people who have her back. If you need me to testify or anything I will, but… she doesn’t need to know. Nobody else but us does.”

“We’ll only tell her if we need you for something,” Cady’s mother promises. “If this is what you really want, it’s the least we can do in return.”

“Thank you,” Janis says. Cady’s parents both nod.

It’s quiet for another long, awkward moment, until a nurse pokes her head in through the door. “Janis Sarkisian, your father is in the waiting room.”

“Thanks,” Janis says. The nurse nods and leaves. Janis looks to Damian. “You ready to go?”

He nods and stands. They aren’t really sure how to leave the situation. Cady’s parents both wrap them in another awkward hug. “Thank you both again. We won’t forget this.”

“It was no problem,” Damian says quietly. “Tell her we hope she feels better soon.”

“We will,” her father promises. “Goodbye.”

“Bye,” Janis and Damian say at the same time. They pull the heavy door to the room open and head into the hallway, following the signs back to the waiting room.

Janis has tried to keep it together tonight, but when she sees her father standing in the waiting room in his pajamas, worry creasing his eyes, she just can’t do it anymore. She bursts into tears and runs to him with a whimpered, “Daddy.”

“Janis,” her dad whispers desperately. “Thank god, you’re alright. What happened?”

Damian comes up behind them and explains, since Janis is crying too hard to explain beyond choked whimpers and sounds vaguely resembling words. “One of the cheerleaders was drugged at the party and almost raped. Janis fought off the guy who did it and got me to help bring her here.”

“Jesus,” Janis feels more than hears her dad whisper. He tips her chin up, looking over her face. “He did that?” Janis nods with a few small sobs. “That all?” She nods again. “Nicely done, rock star.”

Janis dissolves into tears again. She’s exhausted, and her eye hurts, and she’s afraid. All she wants is this, and her bed.

And her mother. But we can’t get everything we want.

“Damian, are you okay to get home? Do you need a ride?” her dad asks, cradling Janis close to his chest.

“No, I’m good to drive, thanks, sir,” Damian says. “I didn’t drink at all.”

“That’s not what I mean, son,” Janis hears her dad say.

“I’ll be fine,” Damian says again. “Janis did a lot more. I just drove.”

“Alright. Call when you get home safe, will you?”

“I will. Thanks, Mr. Sarkisian,” Damian says. Janis feels her dad nod and hears Damian’s footsteps as he walks away. “I’ll see you Monday, Jan.”

Janis can’t bring herself to respond, just clinging to her father and weeping into his chest.

“Let’s get you home, stellina,” her dad murmurs, hoisting her off her feet and into his arms. Janis is concerned for the state of his back; her dad isn’t exactly young anymore. But he seems fine, slowly carrying her out to the parking lot.

Janis manages to buckle her own seatbelt with shaking hands, leaning her head against the window as tears stream down her cheeks. Her dad climbs into the drivers seat and starts the car, wordlessly beginning the drive home.

“I’m proud of you,” her dad murmurs about halfway home, squeezing Janis’ leg reassuringly. Janis doesn’t respond. She just grabs and holds desperately to his hand.

They stay that way the rest of the drive. Janis startles when they pull into the driveway, pulled out of her catatonic stare.

“Go get some rest,” her dad says, shooing her into the house. Janis pads off, kicking her boots off and heading upstairs to her room.

She feels like she’s taking off chainmail as she shrugs out of her heavy jersey and jeans, changing into her comfiest pajamas and tying her hair up into a bun so it’s out of her way.

She stares at her bed for a long moment. She longs for its comfort, the warmth she knows the blankets will provide. But it looks so big, so empty. Cold, and alone.

Janis tiptoes out of her room and down the hall, gently pushing open another door. She turns the knob so it won’t click shut behind her and crawls into the bed.

“Janny?” Stevie grumbles sleepily, her voice rough with exhaustion. “What’re you doing?”

“Go back to sleep, shut up,” Janis whispers, pressing against her baby sister’s back. Stevie rolls over and glares at her, squinting at her in the darkness.

“What happened to your eye?” she whispers.

“Nothing,” Janis sighs. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“Someone punched you?” Stevie asks worriedly.

“Yeah. But I saw a doctor, I’ll be fine in a couple days.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” Janis whispers. “Yeah, it does.”

Stevie doesn’t respond to that, seeming to know she’s not going to get anything more out of her sister. She rolls back over and lets Janis cuddle back into her back.

“Promise me something?” Janis whispers against Stevie’s shoulder just before she drifts off again.

“What?”

“When you grow up and get invited to your first high school party, tell me. I don’t care what I’m up to then, or where I live, or whatever. Call me and let me take you,” Janis murmurs. “Please.”

“Okay?” Stevie grumbles in confusion.

“Promise?” Janis insists.

“I promise,” Stevie replies. “Weirdo.”

“Hey. This weirdo is your sister,” Janis chuckles. “Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Stevie yawns, holding her sister’s hand and drifting off to sleep.

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thanks for reading! hope you enjoyed!

also i made janis italian in this just. for the hell of it so stellina translates to little star :)

#cadnis #paint by numbers #space safari #cady heron x janis sarkisian #cady x janis #cady heron #janis sarkisian #damian hubbard #mean girls #mean girls musical #mean girls broadway #mean girls the musical #mean girls on broadway #picking teams

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happy new year sternchen ✨may u not die from clumsiness or cardiac arrest cause of cute pics u get of me this year 🙏🏻🤍

happy new year, stellina ❤️‍🩹 first day and ue, crying moodboard, kitty gif, erroring (+ running towards you) my melody pic […]. cody song & skz numbers song. 💌

#answered #🐰🐻‍❄️&🐻🦒#‘am i not cute’ *cries*#:( ueueuee #(literally)#started and ended with (tiny dots) u <3 #🍲🤍#m 💌#hyunsung #love letters

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freetobeafcknriot · 2 years

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8, 12, 15 and 16? also hiiii fran!!! 💜

nali, my friend mi cariño stellina preziosa, hiiii!! ♡

8. What other identities are you, if any?

i identify as a menace >:) arospec, too! specifically demiromantic, because i feel like that term defines me very, very well. i'm not overly particular about the label in on itself though, so i often just go with aro as in the umbrella and call it a day. doesn't change how i know my soul craves and feels and nurtures all forns of love.

12. Dragons or cake ace?

i'm the looks like a cake-ace, is actually a dragon-ace type! absolutely, yes, dragon-ace here, hi! :)

15.Do you experience the ace obliviousness to innuendos or dirty jokes?

well, not when they come from me ngl. depends! my sense of humor is cheeky and quite blunt, so sometimes i am the one making innuendos before i can filter them out. nothing crude or anything, but it happens. vice versa sometimes i don't even notice them right away, but it depends on who i'm talking to, if we are in tune and all that, the mood, and how at ease i feel. because otherwise i'm like ??? oh. oh, were you... oh, you were. lol.

16. How do you feel about sex scenes/romantic plots/subplots in movies?

oh, tricky question. i mean, i don't care for any of that in general. it can be a big turn-off for me though, like, i'm literally there for a good plot, so if they try to sell it by shoving the main romance plot down my throat, i walk out. don't know if it's out of pettiness or exasperation, probably both, but i do.

side-plot or sub-plot, again, depends. because i do have ships, i'm not love-averse or anything, and if it's done right then chances are i'm going to appreciate it. but there are times when i just can't stand it in the long run, because i am, quite frankly, sick of the unconscious message that states that love (as in, romantic love) conquers it all; love is the ultimate goal and the best feeling in the world; love heals and it's powerful and it makes you whole; it's what happy endings are made of.

and i'm like, no. it's just boring, and it's false, and it almost always comes along with a shit-ton of heteronormativity, which is another can of worms i'm not about to open, but yeah. again, it's all about the writing at the end of the day. i think it is something rooted not only in my own experience (or lack, thereof) but also and above all in my perception of life and love. because i want to see it, sure, but i mean, come on, represent other forms of it. there are so many!

like, give us the self-love many of us have to learn by ourselves all through our lives and struggle with, that tenderness and patience directed at our inner child and every version of our own selves that only we have ever really, completely known. give us philia, that platonic affection and close bond and care between friends or siblings or families that are either by blood or by choice or by chance. give us pragma, born from adversities and all about compromises and patience and tolerance and camaraderie between people. give us storge, that familial love that refers to natural or instinctual affection. give us agape, for fuck's sake, give us the unconditional and selfless and infinite and absolutely rare love that knows no bound and no fixed connotation, that it can be tender or heartbreaking or ruthless or silent and thrives between souls. not just between man and woman or woman and woman or man and man, and not even just between humans.

i went on a rant but. yeah :') i swear i'm not against romcoms and have watched some myself, i just need a mojo and a break from time to time. and as for possible sex? i either skip them, go on my phone or tune them out. i can appreciate the aesthetics of the scene in on itself, and nudity doesn't really bother me as long as i don't see any flying eggplant (but then again given the kind of movies or tv series or anime that i watch, i hardly ever run into that kind of scene), but yeah. i much prefer to see cuddling, now that has me melting because i may be asexual but i am also one hell of a tactile and huggy person. sending you a hug if you managed to come this far btw.

ace ask game!

#asks #sorry i got a bit carried away i just...had to share. because i recently had a bit of a meltdown about it #on a lighter note the last answer can basically be summed by the practical example of me and my cousin (same age group) going to the cinema #and her being like. ''oh i want to see 50 sh4d3s of bl4ck'' and me going. ''omg look there's dumbo!'' and us ending up watching dumbo.#literally that is it lol

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kangals · 27 days

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HAPPY STELLINA DAY 🎉⭐️

#BLAZE IT UP IN HER HONOR

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littlest-dark-age · 3 years

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Damiano david headcannons

Tagging @daddydamiano @noshame-bb @mywritingonlyfans

Translations 1, my soul 2, angel 3, my love 4, my life 5, little star 6, puppy 7, bunny 8, sweetness. Please let me know if any translation is incorrect.

Damiano would always be pressing kisses into your soft skin, wherever he could reach at the moment. The two of you are cooking and you have a huge sleep shirt on that reveals your shoulders? Kiss. You're fiddling with his hands out in public due to nerves? He's kissing every finger while looking you in the eye with a grin. You'd think he's convinced its a carnal sin to not kiss you every five minutes

He would beg you to do his makeup, constantly. He loves the intimacy of it, you usually sit on his lap for it and the way you gently cup his strong jaw turns him into an absolute puddle. You lose count of how many times you have to make him look back at you because he just wants to close his eyes and sink into the warmth you radiate. But you can't be mad at him, not when he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, shining with love.

Damia would absolutely give you one of his rings, and if it doesn't fit your fingers, no worries. He'll just give you one of his chains to put it on. He loves to kiss it when you wear it, whether it be on the chain or your hand. It always makes his heart skip a beat, a claim to the world that he was the lucky one to capture your affections

Please play with his hair, please. He will turn into a puppy the minute your nails graze his scalp. It doesn't matter the length, he loves it. His eyes slowly shut as you scratch at the shaved sides but he'll deny that he's about to fall asleep.

Spa nights. Just, spa nights. He will let you put the cute animal headbands on him to keep his hair out of his mask, even letting you put it on him. Dami would love to watch movies like Legally Blonde and Clueless while you paint his nails and the glittery mask on his face dries. Never wearing a shirt, saying he wants skin to skin with you as he raises your shirt up to your chest so the two of you are pressed together. He'd sit on the floor, letting you work the hair mask through his hair as the first movie goes off and he starts to hunt for another, one of his hands stroking your bare leg.

Sleepy make out sessions are his favorite, after he's had his tea and the two of you are dead tired but can't stop. Even going as far to tell you that the two of you really should go to bed, as he's sweetly kissing you. There's no rush to it, no need to hide away your love as it's just the two of you. Locked away from the rest of the world, where damiano david is just yours. Where his nose keeps bumping yours just so he can hear you laugh and have you rub your own against his, like a bunny. His hands snaking up the back of your shirt to stroke down the length of your spine with the tips of his fingers. Barely enough for you to be able to feel it.

If you were okay with it, he would absolutely want to tattoo you. He would never pressure you to if you really didn't but he would try to convince you if you were on the fence about it. If you let him pick, good luck. It would either be something like 'i am yours', which he would get a matching one. Probably around his heart. Or it would be something for måneskin. To have something he worked so hard on, permanently on someone he loves so so much would have him ecstatic.

The pet names. They're never ending and ever changing. He says he can't help it and that he just says what comes to mind when he sees you. Whether that's anima mia 1, angelo 2, amore mio 3, vita mia 4, stellina 5, cucciolo 6, leprotta 7, or dolcezza 8. You never know which one to expect but they all bring a smile to your face, nevertheless.

Damiano would always ask your opinion on his stage outfits, not really for reassurance but more so to involve you in every possible thing he can. He loves your input and always takes it into consideration. And you help him remember some things, like something might make him too hot or might restrict his movements on stage. The practical things he doesn't always think about, more focused on the look and aesthetic of it.

Pictures, pictures and more pictures. He loves taking pictures of you doing the smallest of tasks, especially for when he has to be away from you. If you hid your face, he would still adore the photo but pout a bit because he couldn't see you. Even if photos could never compare to the real thing, in his words. He just wants you to be able to love yourself the way he loves you. He doesn't care about some imperfections, they're what make up you and everybody has them. So, it's probably easier to just let him have his pictures.

His lockscreen is a picture of you and him with the cats piled up between the two of you. You didn't even know he took it until you went to check something on his phone for him. Dami says you look so peaceful in it, pressing a kiss to the cat's head with your eyes closed, and that it always helps him calm down when he looks at it. That it reminds him of home when he's not there to hold you on the nights on the road. Although, his wallpaper is an entirely different story. A bit more...spicy, if you will. It's a picture of you laying in bed wearing black lacy lingerie with a camera in your hand, and Damiano's legs are able to be seen straddling your waist.

He might not always be able to call or facetime during a tour but believe it when he makes those calls worth it. He loves to be able to call you for hours at a time and if time zones allow it, go to sleep with you on call. If not, that's okay. He has your time zone saved in his clock so he can always be sure to send you a goodnight or good morning text, even if it's a bit late or early. Damia needs to have that little slice of normalcy to keep him from going crazy during the tour. He lives and breathes music, don't get me wrong. But you are his soul and his mind, without you, there would be no music.

If you're out with the band, he will pull you as close as you'll allow. Even onto his lap if it's a more private place or just you and the others. But this also means you'll be poked and tickled the entire night, even if you slap his hands away. He can't keep his hands off of your ribs, no matter how sore his hands get from your smacks. He compares it to when a kitten nibbles on them.

Damiano needs to be convinced to take a break and slow down, often. He gets so swept up in it that he doesn't realize he hasn't had a proper meal in a couple of days or that he's been skimping on sleep to write lyrics and play around with harmonies. Getting him out of the studio is hard, but much needed. He will appreciate it, as well as apologize for neglecting you for the past days. A nice date or just something to get him outside is just what he needed. No matter how casual it is, being able to relax and spend some time with you is one of his favorite things to do.

Some of his favorite dates are the ones where the two of you are able to just do something and have a good time without the pressure of having to dress up and get ready. He still uses the heart shaped mug you made him on one of your dates, still listens to the record you got him when the two of you got all of your favorite albums and swapped. He still has the tickets from the first movie the two of you were able to go and see together, stuck in between the worn pages of some old book of italian poems he's had forever

His love language is a mix of acts of service and gift giving. He loves to give you little trinkets and stuff he finds while on tour, each item reminding him of you in some way or another. Even if it's just a rock he thought you might like, a pair of earrings you've mentioned before or even just something he thought you might could use. And he will give you one of his oversized blazers if the two of you are out and it's cool, even make sure you have enough to eat and offer you bites of his own food if you want. Hell, if you wanted what he ordered versus what you ordered, he would swap it even if your dish isn't his favorite thing.

Dami loves cooking with you, there's something so domestic about it that he can't help but imagine your future together. He always claims that the meals the two of you prepare together are the best thing he's ever eaten, no matter how simple it is. Just don't break the pasta in front of him, you'll send him into cardiac arrest.

He loves it when you trace and kiss his tattoos, they're something he's proud of and knowing how much you like them just makes him happy. Of course, he knows you don't have to adore every tattoo he has as long as he's happy with it, but it still makes him feel nice when you show his ink a bit of love. It always tickles him a bit when you drag your nail on the ones in his chest, sending shivers down his spine when you do.

He is a cover hog, yet denies it with every bone in his body. He claims you push them onto him most of the time, despite the fact that you struggle to cover up completely whilst he's on the other side of the bed bundled up like a baby with almost the entire cover. Thankfully, he's warm enough that you can just curl up behind him or into his side and get all the heart that you need from him. He still denies that he hogs the covers when the entire comforter is in a pile on his side, almost like he's trying to build himself a nest

Showering together is one of his favorite things, he loves how intimate it can be. Holding you and helping you wash up without any need to be awkward and feeling comfortable in your own skin in front of each other means so much to him. Being able to be open with one another and not hide anything, even if it's insecurities about your body. He understands that the world isnt always the nicest place and that he can't undo how people's words might hurt you but he'll try his best to get you to love your body

Damiano would love to teach you italian if you didn't already and wanted to learn. He's so excited to be able to share something like this with you that he doesn't realize how hard it is to teach someone an entire language. He overestimates himself and how good of a teacher he is, but that doesn't mean he won't try his best. It just takes a little bit of time, for the both of you. He understands the struggles of learning a new language and wouldn't try to push you to learn it so soon. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day.

#damiano david x reader #måneskin #maneskin #damiano david #damiano david x y/n #damiano david imagine #damiano david headcanon #måneskin x reader #måneskin x y/n #måneskin imagine #måneskin headcannon #maneskin x reader #maneskin imagine #maneskin x y/n

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sohin-ace · 3 years

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Bucciarati - My little Seastar

Sister reader. Enjoy~

"Hey, Bucciarati! Can you help me for a sec?"

You turned towards the direction of the voice calling you and stopped in your tracks on the wooden docks.

"What do you want, Valentino?" You spat, a bit more harshly than intended.

The smug boy who was crouched on his zodiac chuckled at you. "Aw, come on, Bucciarati! Don't be like that. I just need some help to tie the rope. Your dad is a fisherman, right? You should know knots like no one else!"

Even though he had said this as a way to woo you and flatter you somehow, you couldn't help but hear it as a condescending remark. You crossed your arms over your chest and he pouted at the glare you sent him.

"Pretty please~? No funny business, I swear! Look, the guys aren't even here, I'm all alone. You can trust me!"

That's right. Valentino and his little gang took great pleasure in teasing you and bothering you at every corner and it pissed you off. No matter how much you insulted them, ignored them or avoided them, they never seemed to stop their stupid and useless bullying.

But sadly, oh so sadly, the Bucciarati that you were was kind. Too kind. You despised that you were so gentle-hearted, but in the end, this is how your father and brother had raised you.

You huffed and slumped your arms loose along your body, defeated. "Fine!" You dragged your sandals over the dock and approached him. "It better be quick."

The boy beamed as you embarked on the zodiac next to him, "Sure thing! Thanks a lot, girl. I'll make it up to you!"

He gave you the ropes as you crouched down at his place and got to work. But without you noticing, the boy had swiftly slid his leg over the vehicle and easily jumped back into the dock, leaving you behind.

Before you could even turn around and ask where he was going, the brat, now accompanied by all three of his little buddies that appeared out of their hiding spot, all kicked the zodiac off of the dock before you could even tie it.

"Waah-!"

You lost balance at the violent jerk of the boat and yelped, letting go of the ropes that could have saved you from your demise.

You couldn't even get back to your knees and try desperately to grab onto the dock's wooden planks. You heard the boys snickering and laughing at you as you drifted farther and farther away from the land into the water.

"I fucking knew it you disgusting piece of TRASH!" You yelled at them, angry with them obviously, but also angry with yourself for granting that bastard the benefit of the doubt. "You know damn well I can't swim!"

They all seemed to laugh even louder, obnoxiously. "Too bad for you Bucciarati! Maybe you shouldn't be so stupid next time! BWAHAHAHA!"

"YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE VALENTINO! SCREW YOU!"

Your curses and wails seem to fall into deaf ears as you drifted even farther away from the coast, with no way of even paddling back.

Looking around towards the much bigger boats parked along the docks, you could only hope 'he' would hear you.

"PAPA!! PAPAAA!!!" You called desperately. Surely he would hear you, he wasn't far after all, you did come all the way here to bring him his lunch. He must still be somewhere around the fishing boats.

After a few more vain attempts to call for your father, you settled to accept that he wouldn't hear you, nor would the other fishermen that were already far gone from their boats to bring their catches to land.

You sat on the damp zodiac and brought your knees to your chest, not even caring if your sundress slid down your thighs indecently and got stained by the salty water. Stupid Valentino couldn't even keep his tiny boat clean.

"Stupid, stupid..." Your voice cracked, threatening to break into a sob. "If he was a sailor he'd be dead before even sailing. That's how stupid this stupid boy is. Stupid."

With only your expletives to reassure you in your demise, you buried half of your face in your arms now craddling your cold knees.

Everything was so silent, the sea did a great job at muting every sound around the coast and you felt the loneliest and most scared you had ever been since you were a child.

You thought nobody would find you, and you'd be dead drowning because you could never learn to swim and since nobody even noticed your absence in minutes that felt like hours, nobody would cry for you if you died here either.

And so the stinging tears prickled at your eyes.

"Y/N?" You heard a familiar voice calling your name, but brushed it off as the wind. "Y/N is that you?"

You looked up towards the insistant voice in a sliver of hope and, like an angel fallen from heaven, you were met with the caring blue gaze of your big brother from the railings of one of the high boats right next to where you had drifted to.

"Bruno!" You gasped and got up immediately, almost falling over from the sudden sway of the boat under your weight. "A-ah! Bruno help me, I'm stuck!"

"Hold on!" The worried face of the male hesitated to leave you for even a split second. "I'm coming down. Don't move."

You nodded at his strict tone and waited for him as he disapeared. Your breath caught in your throat with stress, even though you were reassured to finally have a savior. And what a savior it was, your one and only big brother.

Barely a minute passed before you saw him come back and unravel an emergency ladder down to you. He made sure the ladder was all tight and secure and almost immediately after, Bruno jumped over the railing, to your grand fright, and started climbing down, your heart pounding with worry for him.

He finally arrived down and stepped into the zodiac, joining you, like a glorious hero, saving the day. You barely let him any time to react as you threw yourself into his chest and gripped viciously at the back of his shirt, scrunching it without care, scared to be alone at sea again.

Bruno wanted to scold you and yell at you for recklessly playing around all alone in the docks and ending yourself in such a dire situation. But when he felt you trembling and squeezing him like your life depended on it, which ironically it did, the elder couldn't help but sigh and wrap his long arms around your shoulders, a gesture of comfort.

"... What happened to you?"

"It's-" You choked a sob and Bruno tutted and shushed you softly, patting your head to calm you down, just like your mother used to do when you were a child.

"Shhh, it's okay bambina, I'm here now."

He felt you relax and you sniffled a few times before mumbling into his shirt. "It's Valentino! He tricked me! I hate him! He's such a coglione!"

"Hey! Language." He scolded and pinched your arm, earning a little 'ow' from you, "What would dad think if he heard you say such words? Bite your tongue, young lady."

"S-sorry..." You croaked a little ashamed of your outburst and lifted your head up at your brother. "They always do this to me... Valentino and the others... Why...? They know I can't swim and they throw me into the water all the time..."

Bruno let go of you to cup your face and wipe your tears off. He did not let it show to you but he was infuriated. There was only so much patience an Italian man could have when his family was being targeted. Especially his little sister and the only lasting woman of his life.

"Shh, stop crying now, mia stellina marina. I'll deal with them later, okay? Let's get you home for now."

"They'll see." You sniffled as your breath steadied, calmed by Bruno's soft tone, "When I'll marry a big, tall, goth policeman, he'll beat them up for me and then, they won't act so cocky anymore."

He huffed with amusement at your words before he let you go and laid a gentle hand on your back to usher you towards the ladder. Bruno, still with a bit of confusion, mumbled to himself without you hearing it.

"... Why goth, though?"

Only now had you noticed the zodiac had stopped drifting since Bruno found you, held onto the much bigger boat by a phantom blue and white arm and a golden zipper that you'd recognize from a mile away.

"Can we... Can we let the zodiac in here?" You asked hesitantly towards your brother who paid no mind to it.

"Who cares? It's not ours."

With thoughts of Valentino's expensive motorboat getting lost in the sea, you slowly took ahold of the ladder's ropes and started climbing, Bruno keeping it steady for you until he was sure you embarked in safely.

He then joined you up and lent you a spare jacket that he thankfully thought of taking with him in the morning, covering you from the cold of your drenched dress against the littoral wind.

"Thank you Bruno..." You softly uttered and hugged his warm jacket closer around you, "I always cause you trouble..."

"Nonsense, piccolina. I could never live knowing my sister is crying, cold and afraid somewhere." He squeezed your shoulder against him as you approached the stall your father and his colleagues were filling with freshly caught fishes. "I'll make sure you're the one that never gets troubled again..."

Fortunately for you, the day ended much more peacefully than it had started and your father was happy and relieved to find you safe and uninjured. He had specifically instructed Bruno to not get involved or make a scene, but of course, his son was a stubborn mediterranean who could not let anything just slide.

It was not the first, not the second, nor even the third time this boy, 'Valentino' and his friends, had taken offense towards you.

So, Bruno would make sure the zodiac Valentino had worked oh-so-hard to afford, part-timing as a waiter, cleaning after people's messes, scrubing disgusting shit-stained lavatories and cutting his hands off of plastic and metal scraps scattered along the beaches for a few cents per day, got thoroughly anihilated to pieces.

"NOOOO!!!! MY ZODIAC !!!! MY 50 000€ BAAABYYYYYY!!! WHYYYYY???!!"

The very next day, as you walked along the docks to bring some fishing materials to your brother, you heard the painful wails of a very familiar boy kneeling down and crying on the woodplanks, his screams echoing against the shore.

"SHUT UP BRAT! You'll think about your money after you pay for the fines I'm about to give you. You think you can get away with polluting the water with your gross ass wreckage?" A tall and burly policeman wearing purple lipstick growled at the kneeling boy, no signs of mercy in his baritone voice. "You'll have a reason to cry when you pay for the oil you spilled in here. You're lucky I'm not throwing your ass in jail right now."

"Officer please-" Valentino pleaded miserably, but the policeman did not hold back on pushing all fives of the different citations he had owned by having pieces of his zodiac scattered all around the precious ressourceful ocean.

"You have two weeks to pay up and clean all that shit." The officer fixed his shades over his nose before turning around to leave. "And expect to receive a salty lawsuit soon. Fucking whiny bitchbaby..."

The policeman left with a determined and impatient step as you witnessed the entire scene with wide eyes, not noticing your brother approaching.

"Oh no... That's horrible..." You gasped with sympathy and worry, "I hope the fishes and corals won't get impacted by the oil spill..."

"Oh don't worry," Bruno chuckled, taking the heavy loads off your hands, "I made sure to zip that out of the water."

You blinked, confused.

"...What?"

"What...?"

That fic was inspired by the very first scene of H2O, I love that show so much, and I can't wait to post my mermaid fics in store!

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Hey! Can I request some nsfw hcs or anything of Bruabba and chubby fem reader (body worship to) 🥺❤️

Bruabba and Body Worship + Fem Reader

These men live for the thicc

Be prepared, because these mens will not leave you alone

Abba is the one who likes the chub the most, because he wants all that ass and thigh to grab onto, while Bruno thinks your beautiful regardless if he falls in love with you - but the both equally think you're the hottest thing

If you wear hotpants, leggings, or short dresses/skirts, beware because Abbacchio is gonna have his hand ON THAT THIGH or ON THAT ASS the whole time

Bruno, on the other hand has is hand ON THAT ASS without any shame

Bruno is the type of guy to come up behind you and play with your stomach for some reason, you don't really know why but he's enjoying himself

Abbacchio, on the other hand, is gonna come up behind you to playfully slap your ass for his own amusement

However, they both will press their boners against your butt when they're in the mood regardless of the time of day.

Bruno loves to take his time, to have his hands roam around your body and press kisses onto your skin as he whispers his love and devotion to you. Leone can do the same thing, but it usually involves leaving a bunch of hickies and most likely fingering you in the process:

"Oh, Bambina. You're so beautiful, everything about you is so perfect. You fit perfectly into my hands no matter where I touch. Your sounds are so cute and your expressions are adorable...I could die a happy man in this moment, Bambina."

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous Stellina. You like it when I grab on that perfect little body of yours? Mm, that's right, you're my perfect little Stellina. Just relax and let me do the work, okay? I wanna make you know that you're loved."

Their favored taste in what kind of sexy outfits you wear could not be any different. Bruno likes seeing you in lacey babydolls, pastel colors, and the whole soft angel aesthetic while Leone likes fishnets (to rip off) or ripped stockings, black leather and latex, deep moody colors, and the sexy goth aesthetic.

simple and neutral is usually the way you go to compromise, maybe a small little bow on your bra and panties for cuteness and wear stockings Leone can see them thick thighs formed (especially the thigh highs with a little bit of pudge building up at top).

Feeling down about your appearance? You can't, why? Because Bruno and Leone will coddle fuck you into liking yourself (more bruno than leone, but the message is equal)

Coddle fucking with Bruno is a lot of praises and kisses and gentle caresses onto your body, telling you how much he loves you and how you look like a goddess to him, lots of foreplay to spoil you better

Coddle fucking Leone is forcing you onto his lap in front of a mirror as he caresses your body, telling you how you look perfect and that there's nothing wrong with you, telling you how good you look even with fingers or his cock stuffed inside you and getting worked up at your expressions.

For some reason, if one of them goes away on a trip, the horniness of the other goes up to make up for the lack of person there. So good luck with that lol.

Abba eats that pussy for days. He'll do it every position he can if he has the chance to. His favorite is when you wear those fishnet tights and he rips them off near your cunt so he can eat you out. - his favorite it to wake you up to eating you out (morning wood problems mostly) and in the shower (so he make you squirt without cleaning it up). But when he's super duper horny, he'll just ask you to sit on his face while you watch a movie or something.

The feeling of his strong calloused hands gripping at your thighs, cupping your ass, digging into your hips and love-handles while his thick tongue slides inside you and his nose grinds against your clit?Hawt

Bruno likes eating you out too, but normally when Leone's too engrossed in his act and devouring your pussy, Bruno likes to double team with him and starting eat your ass

How it works: You on your hands and knees (possibly blowing Leone?), Leone is underneath you and just going to town on your pussy while Bruno comes around starts eating your ass (possibly having Leone jerking him off)

During the night, you can feel your two men feeling you up in their sleep

They both love kissing and leaving hickies all over your body. Leone prefers to leave them around your thighs and Bruno likes doing it on your chest (be sure to not wear stuff that doesn't cover them for a while)

Leone's favorite position is doggy, because he just wanna see your ass bounce against him and grab ahold of your hips to pound you on his cock. If you're into it, he'll pull your hair back and seeing that sexed-out face just really gets him close to cumming

Bruno's favorite position is Cowgirl. You sort of conditioned him into liking it because he's working and stressed out a lot and you insist on doing the work. Bruno got addicted to seeing your tits bouncing and those thighs slapping against him as you bottom out on his cock and bounce cutely on it. He gets a show and gets full hips and a great ass to grip and spank.

Fair warning, Bruno likes spanking and is absolutely shameless about doing it

They have and will double stuff you just to see you trying to get off and to see that body move to their cocks

If ya'll go to the beach or to a pool, don't let either of them rub sunscreen on your back because it will go way too far...Unless you want it.

If you have big enough breasts, Bruno might actually die if you gave him a titjob - especially while he's sucking off Leone at the same time (he's a bit of a hoe)

Bruno will probably get into shibari and learn these intricate designs to put on your body, to see the colored rope hug your body deliciously with these beautiful patterns and presented to him like a gift.

Leone how strappy harnesses look on you, hint hint.

Leone will be over protective about you if the two of you go to a club, plenty of guys have hit on you and he scares them off always. He might even drag you into the bathroom to settle with his jealousy and the problem he's had when you threw your ass back on him on the dance floor

A great little relationship accessory you'll get from either of them will be waist chains and leg garters

At the end of the day, don't be surprised at movie night when Bruno and Leone are snuggled up on you with one hand on your inner thigh and the other behind your back and onto your boob

#bruno buccellati #leone abbacchio #bruabba #jjba headcanons #anon #'request'#chubby reader #fem reader #body worship #i hope you wanted smut because thats what happened at the end lmao #not sfw

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Pet (Part Thirteen) (Marcus)

Hye guys, sorry for the delay. Something went wrong with the post yesterday. However, I do hope you all still enjoy it!

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1st of September 2006, Volterra, Italy

“Oh, speaking of which, we have some other things to discuss.” Aro said. I looked at him with a confused expression on my face while he and the others in the room smiled warmly at me. “Yes, Master?” I asked as I started to toy with my new necklace. “Next week our new secretary will start, please make sure you clean up the desk and gather all your personal belongings, Stellina.” Aro continued, the warm smile still plastered over his features, yet my insides turned cold. Why would they hire another secretary? I thought I did a good job? I at least expected to keep my job until the moment I was changed. The happy expressions of the vampires faltered, and Caius took a step closer towards my frowning form. “Bambina? What is wrong?” he asked, worry lacing through his normally cold voice. “It is nothing, Master.” I muttered as I looked down at my lap. Only for it to be pulled upwards again by two cool fingers under my chin, making me look directly into the ruby eyes belonging to Dora. “Do not lie to us, Dolcezza. Communication, remember?” She asked me softly. I bit my lip and nodded my head. “Yes, Mistress. I guess I had just assumed I was doing a good job so I would keep it until the end.” as soon as I had said what was on my mind my glance moved back towards my hands on my lap. “Oh my sweet, sweet girl.” I heard Marcus mutter against the back of my neck while his arms wrapped themselves tightly around my waist. Dora and Sia frowned while Caius took the spot his wife occupied previously and gently stroked my cheek. “Bambina, you almost crashed from exhaustion last week. It is our duty to take care of you, and we believe it is more important for you to take enough rest besides studying. Therefor we would like you to resign from you secretary duties.” he whispered softly. “Oh.” was all I could whisper. “Besides, you have more important tasks that require you to be fully rested.” Dora said with a small smirk. “Yeah, in our bedrooms, for example.” Sia said. “Or the throne room.” Aro added. “Or a random broom closet.” Heidi giggled. “Or the hallway.” Demetri spoke. “Or any random wall, chair or piece of furniture.” Felix said as he and Demetri stood beside the door in a guarding yet relaxed manner. Their words made me blush even after everything we have done. “However, -” Aro started, seeing their words have done enough damage for the day. “- if it pleases you, Stellina, you are free to guide the new secretary and make sure she does her duties well.” I smiled brightly at his words. “Thank you, Master.” Aro held his hands up. “No need, my dear. Now, go along and gather your belongings. I am sure we can manage to give you an extra day off for the weekend.” he said as he gave me a playful wink, making me giggle softly. In return the vampires in the room seemed to reciprocate my newfound, joyful feeling as small smiles cracked their otherwise serious expressions. “Yes, Master.” I said as I jumped off of Marcus’ lap. “Let me guide you towards your desk, Cara.” Marcus said as he quickly followed me towards the elevator.

I looked at the closed doors of the elevator as it quickly made its descent. Marcus stood closely next to me, his hand loosely on the small of my back. Many thoughts were racing through my head, the one more frightening yet exciting than the other. My time as a human really was coming to an end. This life that I had come to known will perish soon. The only question remained, would it be in the agonizing fire of the transformation, or would it be the sweet touch of death itself? The transformation had been the very first thing I read about once the Masters had made it known I would also be studying their kind besides my other duties. There was a small chance that my body could not take it and would perish. Only the strongest of the humankind in mental health could survive the change and to be completely honest, I was not sure if I would be strong enough to survive it. “What is on your mind, Cara? You seem distressed.” Marcus’ soft voice broke me free from my thoughts. I looked up at him and noticed he had closed the space between us fully now with both his arms wrapped around my waist. "Nothing much, Master. The thought of becoming immortal has been toying around in my head lately. Especially since it is coming closer every day.” I admitted as I looked straight forward at his chest. I felt cool lips press themselves against the top of my head as he pulled me closer towards him. “You have nothing to worry about, amore. You are strong enough to survive the transformation.” “I do hope so, Master.” A long sigh escaped his lips. “Mandy, I told you to stop calling me Master when it is just the two of us.” “I am sorry, Marcus. I thought you meant it when we are alone in your chambers.” “No, it is for anytime we are alone.” Marcus slowly moved his face from the top of my head towards my neck and buried itself in my hair. His hands travelled downwards from my back to the back of my knees and quickly picked me up to press me against the wall. A small squeal escaped my lips as I quickly wrapped my arms and legs around him, still afraid of falling. “I love how my name rolls over your tongue,” he whispered in my ear as he slowly rolled his crotch into mine, making soft mewling sounds escape my lips. “Especially when you are at my mercy. When I know I am the only one who can make you cum in a way when all you can remember is my name.” his teeth gently scraped against the scar on my neck. “How you moan it when I mark you as my own. Knowing no other vampire outside my coven would even dare touch you the way I do.” is thrusts slowly became more violent and my moaning grew louder as I felt his clothed crotch rub fiercely against my bare and moist heat. Oh, how badly I wanted to undo that expensive zipper and let his hard cock free. I wanted him inside me so bad, I could barely contain myself. “No, I do not mind sharing you with my coven mates and my three favourite guard members.” he continued as his large hands almost completely cupped my bare behind and kneaded them to the rhythm of his thrusts. “However, I would fight any other male and female, both vampire, human, shapeshifter, werewolf or any other kind of creature who as much as dared to look at your beauty with a desire to tarnish it.” His hips stopped moving and they pulled away from me, making me whimper. “You are mine, little one. Mine to cherish, to hold, and to fuck.” he growled softly and in one swift move did he plumped inside of me. I moaned loudly not caring who could hear me. Marcus' thrusts were harsh yet passionate as he took my lips between his own. One of his hands left my bum only for his finger to bury themselves within my hair and gently pull them in that sweetly manner between pain and pleasure. “Good girl. Take it all. Take all what I give you.” he growled in an almost feral way. I wasn't sure what to hold onto as Marcus made me forget everything apart from how good it felt to be fucked by him. How safe yet on edge I felt around him. I felt myself clench around him as he kept hitting my cervix in a painfully yet pleasurably way. “Go

on, amore. Show me how good I make you feel. Cum for me.” he growled lowly in my ear. I took a hold of his tux jacket and with a small cry of pleasure did I obey his command. Marcus growled loudly as he too emptied himself inside of me while holding me close, making sure I would be steady once I came down from my height.

#aro volturi #marcus volturi #caius volturi #heidi volturi #athenodora volturi #sulpicia volturi #felix volturi #demetri volturi #volturi #twilight #pet

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gale-gentlepenguin · 4 years

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ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 30 (12K Follower Special)

(Master Post)

I want to thank you guys for being so patient with this fic. Its hard to believe its been a year since I first wrote part 1. I have been agonizing over this part for so long, I hope you all enjoy it. PS, I would love to hear what you guys think. And please share it around.)

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Lila used her key to unlock the front door. She quietly entered only to see her mother smiling at her.

“I was wondering where you were. How is everything honey?” Her mother greeted.

Lila put on a smile for her and greeted her with a cheek kiss. She was not expecting to see her mother up. She would have sworn she would be asleep. The work at the embassy often left her mother drained, it was rare when she was up an about at night when she was home.

“I had to slip by the school. Make sure that I had everything I needed for tomorrow.” She answered.

“Studious as always. I am so proud of you.”

“Of course! If I want to be as amazing as you I have to keep up with my school work.”

Lila knew her mother would eat up the flattery. Her mother was a gullible woman that loved to be complimented. She was not stupid, but she was far too trusting. The brunette knew all too well that her mother had often had her kindness taken advantage of by others.

“I was listening to the answering machine messages, and I noticed your principal called. He says that he is glad to have you back from your leave of absence?”

Lila didn’t bother sweating the comment.

“It's an error with the school computer. Remember how my old school had similar issues? I will clear it up this week.”

“Of course. School systems don’t really change much wherever you go, we really need to discuss that at the next meeting.”

“Don’t worry Mamma, I am making the most of it.”

“Mia stellina I know you will. That is why I got you a gift.”

“Oh?”

Lila watched as her mother pulled out a small box that was gift wrapped. Handing it to her daughter.

“I am sorry I had been gone most of last week. Things have been hectic. What with the… oh you don’t need to worry about all that. I saw this on my way back and I was saving it for your birthday, but I figured now would be a good time.”

Lila opened the present to reveal a lovely silver bracelet, with a small charm in the shape of an eye mask. Her mother knew Lila had a love of masks and would make sure that if there was some place she went that was interesting, she would get her a mask from that place.

“Thank you, Mamma, it is lovely.” Lila hugged her mother. Managing to hide how little she actually cared about the gift.

“I knew you would love it. It will look so lovely on you when we go out to dinner with your boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?”

“The handsome blond model you told me about. Adrien?”

“Oh! Right. Yes of course. My boyfriend. Though I am not sure he will be able to have dinner with us anytime soon. His father has him on such a strict schedule.”

Mrs. Rossi frowned.

“We can work something out another time. I’d really like to meet him.”

“I’m sure he feels the same way.”

Lila began making her way to her room.

“I think I’m going to get ready for school tomorrow.”

“Alright dear, I will be here all day tomorrow, maybe I can swing by your school and we can have lunch together.”

“Sounds great. Looking forward to it.”

Lila closed the door to her room.

She let her fake smile leave her face as she looked at the bracelet.

Tacky

Lila didn’t hate the gift, no, she did like that her mother did take the time to get her something. She just wished her mother could have gotten her something better. But really, Lila couldn’t really expect much despite how hard her mother works.

Lila looked over the bracelet more, her mind wandering as she stared at the little mask charm. It looked reminiscent of the masks worn in Mascaraed balls. Lila had to admit it was very fitting.

Everyone wears masks. People sculpt a persona, a personality in which they deal with people. They wear it as best as they can. People often change their masks as they grow or go to new environments. Lila was well aware of that. She was practically a master of it at this point.

Even her sweet naïve momma wears a mask. The mask that she is happy and doing fulfilling work. Lila knows better than anyone that her mother was practically forced to take this position.

Being a diplomat to Paris was considered the worst option when given a choice. Considering how there are depressed supervillains that pop up and nearly destroy the city several times a week because of a Super Terrorist’s quest for jewelry. Lila remembered how her momma tried so hard to spin this into a positive light. How this was her first role as an ambassador and that if she proved herself, she could choose her next assignment. Lila would have rather had gone to any country other than France, even America was preferable and they have their own craziness to deal with. Nevertheless, her mother did her best to be cheerful as she was thrown into this.

Lila refused to be like that, one’s mask should be the person they want to be, not the person they have to be. She would try out a different persona with each place she went, and sure enough, she would leave with a fun experience just before everything went crumbling down. She would then start from scratch and no one was the wiser.

Paris turned out to be the best place for this, since everything here is so bizarre here, no one would think twice about looking into a lie that seems outlandish. So, Lila allowed herself to be a bit more reckless with her actions. She had to admit, that her carelessness now needed to be corrected, she had allowed herself to get too lax with how good things have been and it nearly blew her cover 3 times. She needed to fix things.

She snapped back to reality, staring at the bracelet. She still wasn’t a fan of the look, but it was still a gift from her mother.

She would wear it tomorrow for her lunch with her mother. But afterwards she can slip it into her bag or something and forget about it. Her mother would be back to being worked like crazy and forget about it after two weeks.

Her phone began vibrating, pulling her out of her thoughts.

She looked at the number and her eyes went wide. It was Alya.

Did that nosy reporter see her at the school?! No, that can’t be possible. She was likely calling about something else. The Italian exchange student took a calming breath and answered her phone.

“Evening Alya? Whats up”

“Hey girl.” Alya greeted with her usual cheery tone. Alya was doing her best not to be in a fiery rage right now, she needed to be calm. A good reporter keeps calm under pressure. “I am just working on an article for the Ladyblog. Do you have a few minutes to talk?”

“Of course. So, if it’s for the Ladyblog it must be ladybug related. What do you want to ask about? I am an open book.” Lila matched the cheery tone Alya had given her, she was hiding her absolute disgust over the subject. Ladybug was one of the last people Lila wanted to talk about right now, especially with how that heroine left her locked in a closet during the last akuma attack.

“Oh, it’s about akumatization. You know, that thing with the butterflies that maniacal monster Hawkmoth does to people. I am writing an article of how it impacts people and with how close you are with Ladybug, I figured she might have leaked a detail or two that I wasn’t aware of. Do you mind answering some questions about it?”

This wasn’t a complete lie, Alya was writing about Akumatization, but it was about Lila’s times as an akuma specifically.

“Well I might have a detail or two that could be shared. Ask away!”

Lila knew she had already had a close call with Alya earlier this week, she didn’t want to give the reporter a single reason to think she was a bad person. She could lie about a thing or two if needed to ensure that this line was secure, until she left the girl dangling from a cliff.

“Great! Thanks for doing this. You are a life saver.”

“Glad I can help, so bring on the questions.”

“Right. First question, how many times have you been akumatized?”

Lila was about to answer three, once during her first time in Paris, once during Heroes’ day, and once during her day back, that of course wouldn’t be good. She had said during Heroes’ day she was on a leave of absence outside of Paris. So that won’t do.

“Two. Once on my first day at Dupont, and the second time on my first day back.”

She is Lying

Alya had noticed the lie, Lila had been akumatized at least three times. Once was during her first day, the second time was at Heroes’ day because there were reports of Volpina among the akuma army. If Lila was out of France at that time, Volpina couldn’t have possibly been there. The day she got back had to have been her third time akumatized.

“I see, and during both of those times you felt intense emotional distress. Correct?”

“My memory is a bit fuzzy on them, but yes. I can say that I felt emotionally vulnerable.”

“As expected. And you have no memory of the activities you did while you were an akuma?”

“That is correct. If I was in complete control, there is no way I would have done such awful things.”

“Of course, you wouldn’t. Now this question is a bit more of a confirmation, something of a rumor among the Ladyblog. There is some speculation that if you accept the akuma willingly, you will maintain your memory of what happened while as an akuma. Is that something you can confirm?”

“Yes, Ladybug mentioned it once during a conversation. She was worried that Hawkmoth had some ‘Supporters’ that willingly did his bidding. I also believe if the person gives up the akuma willingly back to Hawkmoth they retain their memories during their time as an akuma. But I am not certain of that.” Lila added a touch of some truth to make it appear more legit that she and Ladybug are close. That is some personal information she discovered for herself. Lila was certain that this would ensure Alya trusted her.

Alya was certain Lila was willingly working with Hawkmoth and that she would never trust this liar ever again.

“Oh wow, that is very interesting. So just to assure the readers that you aren’t one of those followers. Have you ever accepted the akuma for yourself willingly?” Alya made sure the question had a lighthearted tone to come off as a joke.

Lila laughed.

“Willingly work with that butterfly creep? You would have to be someone with no empathy to even consider it.”

“One last thing, is it alright if I quote you in my article? If not, I will keep your name out of the…”

“By all means go ahead. I would love to be a part of your work if you want me to be.”

“Alright, I’ve got everything I need. Thanks again Lila. I should have this article out by tomorrow.”

“Anytime. I’m looking forward to reading it.”

“Have a good night.”

“You too.”

Lila hung up the phone with a content smile.

She is none the wiser. I even did a little bit of good letting her in on that bit of information on Hawkmoth. That should send some good karma my way

Lila smiled as yawned suddenly. She decided now would be a good time for bed.

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Alya smiled as she made sure she was off the call.

“Thanks Lila, you have no idea how much help that was.”

She had transcribed the interview into her article as she was talking with the liar.

She read through it to make sure there were no errors

“Alright, and this will be up tomorrow morning after first period.”

She scrolled up to the top page of the article which read:

Friend of Ladybug or Akuma Collaborator? The Truth on Lila Rossi

“Now to add the last few edits before going to bed.”

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The ride back to the Dupain Bakery was quiet for most of it. It seemed to fly by as the two teens held hands while the large mountain of a man drove them back.

Everything felt so surreal. A wonderful breakfast, a pleasant time of checking out the latest exhibits of the Louvre, a peaceful stroll through the park, an intense session of ice skating, and the dramatic confession on the top of the Eiffel tower which did not go as expected, but still went over very well.

“Marinette.”

“Yes Adrien?”

The blond model felt his face heat up a bit as he tried to speak up.

“So… I guess we can cancel that idea of talking things over in a week.” Adrien said with a nervous laugh.

“Yea… I suppose so.” She giggled.

The two were both happy with how things turned out, but both were still sort of shocked on what to do now.

“How are we going to tell the others? Should we text them so they aren’t stunned?”

“I think this is something that would be better told in person.”

“You mean bragged about?” Adrien teased.

“Maybe.”

The two blushed at this before laughing more. They felt like toddlers that were let loose in a candy store. Excited and bubbly.

“So, we tell them tomorrow then?”

“Yes,”

“Alright, sounds like a plan.”

The limo stops, causing the two to move slightly forward but their seatbelts kept them from moving off the seat.

“I guess this is my stop.”

“Let me get the door for you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“And what gentleman would I be if I didn’t help a Lady out of the car?”

Marinette’s eyes went wide for a moment. The way he said that rang familiar. But she shook that out of her head. She was going to stop comparing him to chat noir.

Adrien didn’t notice the brief blank out as he got out of the car to open her side.

Marinette got out of the vehicle and gave him a smile.

“Why thank you, kind sir.”

“Shall I walk with you to the door?”

Marinette gave the polite gentleman teen a kiss on the cheek.

“Here is good enough. If you walked with me to the door, My Parents would likely invite you in, and your father would be upset if you were gone any later than necessary”

“Very true.”

Adrien mentally cursed at the fact that his father had a stick up his ass the size of the Eiffel Tower.

“Good night Marinette.”

“Good night Adrien.”

Marinette walked to her door and used her key to enter the bakery.

Once the door was closed, Adrien went back into the limo, he closed the door and sighed happily.

“It’s a beautiful night.”

The driver said nothing as he began driving the boy home, but he did have a small ghost of a smile on his face.

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Marinette closed the door behind her before sliding down with a loving sigh. Her legs were jelly.

Her kwami flew out of her bag.

“Seems everything went well.” The ladybug kwami commented with a sly smile.

“I’m dating Adrien Agreste.” Marinette stated blissfully. Her eyes were sparkling as if she had found the 8thwonder of the world.

“I am so happy for you Marinette. I knew you could do it.”

“This must be a dream. All of this is some dream, I’m still in bed and I slept through my alarm. Adrien is actually downstairs waiting and probably regretting every… OW!”

Marinette noticed her kwami had pinched her hand.

“Tikki! Why did you do that?!”

“To prove you were awake.”

Marinette paused before going back to her joyous expression.

“Its real!”

The kwami loved seeing her chosen so happy.

“We should probably head upstairs, you have to tell your parents all about it. I believe your dad was keen on finding out details.”

“Right! I have to tell them everything.”

Marinette had so many people she wanted to tell. Her parents, Alya, the girls, Chat noir…

She felt herself stop.

“Marinette?”

“I’ll have to tell Chat noir.” Her feelings felt a bit jumbled now that this thought was given life. And something told her this would not be as much fun as telling the others, whether it was because of how he would feel or how she feels about it.

“That can wait another time, you can’t just lay on the bakery floor.” Tikki commented, trying to change the mood.

“Good point, I should probably get up.”

Marinette knew she would have to tell the cat sometime, but there would be a right time and place. Right now, was a time to be happy and enjoy the fact that she was dating her crush.

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Adrien arrived home to see Nathalie waiting at the door.

“And how was your day with Miss Dupain Cheng?” Nathalie inquired, her usual monotone hid her genuine interest.

The blond smiled a bit.

“You will be seeing her around me a lot more, I will need to work with you to rearrange my schedules if I want to be able to have time with her.”

“I see. I will see what I can do.”

“Is father…”

“He is occupied with work, you’ll be able to tell him about your day during your scheduled dinner this upcoming Friday.”

Adrien’s smile faltered slightly, he thought things were going to be different with how his father had shown sudden interest in his life the other day. But this was likely for the best.

“Thank you, Nathalie. I will be heading to my room. Have a good night.”

“You too Adrien.”

Adrien headed to his room. Despite his father’s absence on the matter, he was still in a good mood and he would not let the distance get to him.

His smile blossomed once his door was closed and his kwami companion bursted out of his pocket

“Well done Romeo, you got the girl.” The cat kwami congratulated his wielder as he moved to his stash to help himself to some cheese.

“It’s kind of hard to believe it’s real. It feels like a dream. I didn’t think I could be this happy, Plagg.”

“Well good, you deserve to be happy considering all the crap you go through.” Plagg stated as he found a nice chunk of Camembert with extra stink.

Adrien laid back on his bed, he could just revel in the warmth of this day for a while.

“I wonder how everyone will react to finding out. I kind of want to text Nino and let him know.”

“I don’t really understand the big deal with this reveal stuff. You are acting like this is an unmasking ceremony or something.”

Plagg realized his words may not have been wisely picked.

“That’s right, I will need to let Ladybug know.”

Adrien was silent, his expression hard to read as his words hung in the air.

“You are okay with all of this right?” Plagg asked.

“I did say that no matter who was under that mask, I would love that girl. I meant it, but there are many different types of love. It doesn’t need to be romantic. I think it took me some time to realize that.”

Plagg chomps on to his cheese.

“Well, as long as you are sure.”

Adrien stretched.

“I should get ready for bed”

“Why? It’s still early.”

“I don’t want to be tired when I see Marinette tomorrow.”

Plagg rolled his eyes at the soft smile on the blond’s face.

“I don’t know how you did it, but you are actually cheesier then cheese.”

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“Okay Kim, I get it. The guy in the show modified himself to look like a cucumber.”

“Max, you aren’t even listening! It was a pickle! A pickle, Max! I swear it is the funniest…”

Max was distracted. By his phone vibrating.

“Hold on Kim, I got a text from Alya, it might be urgent. I will have to call you back.”

“That’s cool, but I am showing you that clip. It is hilarious. “

Max secretly thankful that he had an excuse to hang up. He loved his friend, but he had weird taste.

Max looked at the text.

Everything is set up, make sure that the mass email goes up after first period starts. We need to have everyone is in class.

Max understood. he would adjust the time that everything got sent out.

Affirmative, Any other last-minute requests?

Max waited for a snarky reply from Alya.

Nah, we’re good. Thanks Again.

Max sent a thumbs up emoji and put the phone to the side.

“Markov. Adjust the timing of the mass email to 15 minutes after first period.”

The robot turned his mechanical screen to his creator.

“Consider it done”

“Thanks Markov.”

Max took a deep breath and called Kim back.

“So, you were saying about the pickle.”

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Lila assumed she would be the first to arrive at school. She had made sure to get up earlier than usual so she could slip into the school and make sure everything was set up. To her surprise, she had found the classroom had two students sitting at their desks.

“Alya, Nino. You’re both here early.” Lila did her best not to sound mad about it.

Nino yawned as he drank from the coffee that he had bought with Alya before coming.

“Alya was so hyped about today she couldn’t sleep. So, She called me this morning and asked for a coffee date to help keep her awake.”

Alya was snoozing on her desk face first.

“Maybe get a double shot for her, she seems really exhausted. Wait was this about that paper for the ladyblog she was writing?”

“Wait you know about that?” Nino’s eyes wide, how did Lila know about the article? Was this plan going to backfire? Nino wasn’t sure if he said too much.

“Yea, she called me last night to answer a few questions. She was pretty excited about it. I suppose an article about akumatization would be popular.”

Nino eased himself, it’s clear Lila did not know what was in the article.

“Ah, well she was working on it all weekend.”

“Knowing Alya, that article will be exactly what she needs to get buzz on the blog.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Lila strolled up to her seat, it was clear the exhausted Alya and Drowzy Nino didn’t notice the evidence she had planted under Marinette’s chair. Lila smiled as she thought about how well today would go.

Lila pulled out her stuff and began to survey the classroom. Everything was set up exactly as she had done yesterday. All she needed to do was wait for everyone to show up, and then let the plan go into motion.

Nino sat at his desk, he was pretending to not be paying attention, but he was keeping watch of the devious liar. Lila was sneaky, and his girlfriend was in the middle of a power nap to be observant. Of course, he knew he wasn’t the most convincing fibber, so he would need to be subtle in keeping a close eye on the liar.

Lila had gotten up from her desk and left the classroom for a brief moment. She felt herself shudder.

What is this chill I’m getting, something doesn’t seem right with those two… are they suspicious?

Lila shook the thought out of her head. It was clear that they were just tired, likely on edge from lack of sleep. Getting paranoid would lead to her getting sloppy again. She needed to play this right. Today was the day everything started going her way again.

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Marinette was bubbly on her way to school. She couldn’t wait to tell Alya and the girls all about what happened yesterday. She knew that Alya would probably be over the moon, and something like this could only be said in person, texting would ruin the moment.

“Marinette, you might want to slow down.” Tikki pipped up from her bag. “I think someone is nearby.”

The designer slowed her pace a bit.

Marinette closed her bag and turned around to see a blond teen running up to her.

“Adrien?”

Marinette stopped to let the boy catch up.

“I… I wanted to surprise you at the bakery.” He said between breaths. “I wanted to walk with you to school.”

Marinette felt her cheeks warm at the statement.

“But I … miscalculated how far you were from my house and to make up for time… I sprinted.”

“You usually have your bodyguard drive you to class. Is your father okay with you walking to school?”

Adrien finished catching his breath.

“He doesn’t know and it’s probably better that he doesn’t, but I let my bodyguard know in advance. He seemed fine with it… Just as long as I message him when I am at school.”

“Sneaking out of the house to meet with a girl, I didn’t know I was dating a badboy.”

Adrien looked at Marinette with surprise until he realized she was joking. He found himself chuckling.

“Now you know the truth, I also have a leather jacket in my closet.” Adrien said while doing his best to look tough to play up the ‘Bad boy’ look he was trying and failing to portray.

Marinette giggled at that lame attempt. Adrien loved that sound.

“I don’t think I can imagine that. Besides, I like good boys.”

Marinette started walking to school.

Adrien sighed happily before matching her pace to join her.

He reached out his hand to hold hers, still nervous about how to go about this dating thing. Sure enough, Marinette was more than happy to hold his hand.

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“I’m up!” Alya exclaimed as she shot up.

“Aw man! Now the moment is gone. I was going to draw on her face.” A pink haired teen frowned, as she held an open marker in her hand but Nino was standing in between her and the formerly sleeping teen.

The reporter quickly gathered her bearings and looked at the smaller teen.

“Like hell you are going to mark up my face.”

“Well now that you’re awake it’s no fun.” Alix commented with dissatisfaction. “Maybe later.”

Alya rolled her eyes. She is too tired to deal with whatever Alix is up to.

“I’m glad you got up, I wasn’t sure I could hold her off any longer.” Nino sighed in relief.

Alya stretched in order to wake herself up from her lethargic state.

“Did school start yet?”

“Not yet, but most of the class is here”

“Anything suspicious with you-know-who?”

“She was the first one to arrive in class after us. She went outside for about 5 minutes then came back into her seat. After that, nothing weird.”

“Okay, and I guess you didn’t notice anything else.”

“Nothing”

“Okay, and why does Alix want to draw on my face so bad? Did she make a bet with Kim?”

“Kim bet her 10 Euros that she wouldn’t be able to do it.”

“She will be out some cash.”

Chloé walked into the classroom with Sabrina following shortly behind. It was apparent that the mayor’s daughter was in a mood.

She looked up to Max’s seat and moved her way up. The robot enthusiast didn’t realize she was there until she slammed her hand on his desk. The sudden action startled him and made him look up at the clearly driven teen.

“I did some digging about your little app.” Chloé spat with disgust.

It took Max a moment to figure out what she was referring to.

“Oh, you mean ‘Soulmate Searcher.”

“I know all about that Soulmate Survey bull crap.”

Max had lost interest in that whole thing after he had some more startling information revealed to him. He had even forgot about the argument he had with Chloé.

“Wait, you’re still hung up on that?”

“You were the one talking about how smart and junk it was. I had Sabrina do some digging.”

Max looked to Sabrina, the poor ginger haired girl had a rough night. Likely researching for Chloé.

“Look, I kind of moved past looking into it. So, let’s just agree to disagree and move on.”

Chloé glared at the glasses wearing teen and snapped her fingers.

On cue, Sabrina dumped at least a couple dozen pages on the desk.

Max really didn’t care about this right now, he had a much more important objective to focus on, this was an annoying distraction.

Astonishingly it was Nathanael that picked up a few of the articles.

“These are all written by the same guy.” The artist commented as he kept changing articles to see if there was a second opinion by someone else.

Curious, some of the other classmates moved to the pile of papers.

“Some of these are also old articles, like back when the app wasn’t even a thing here.” Myléne chimed in.

“One of the articles even has an author’s note on the bottom that says that this article holds inaccuracies that no longer apply.” Rose Quipped.

Chloé turned a fiery gaze at Sabrina.

“I told you to research thoroughly!”

“You told me to find anything that was written dismissing the app as fake. This was what I was able to find…”

Chloé grumbled.

“Whatever! I know that app is crap.”

Chloé stormed down to her desk and threw herself on her seat, only to hear a creaking noise and then fall with a painful slam to the floor. The loud noise blocking out the sound of the morning bell.

Chloé’s scream was loud enough to draw the attention of Miss Bustier who ran into the room.

“Is everyone alright? I heard a scream?” The young teacher clearly frantic with worry.

The class was silent as the teacher noticed Chloé on the floor clearly in pain from her bench seat that had fallen apart.

Lila was the first to speak up.

“Chloé’s seat fell apart.”

Lila dashed down to Chloé.

“Are you alright Chloé, that looked like it hurt.” Lila offered her hand to the fallen student.

Chloé took Lila’s hand up and grumbled as she covered her bruised tailbone.

“I want whoever made the seat fired and jailed!”

“It probably broke from the weight of your ego.” Juleka commented dryly.

Chloé turned to the long-haired teen with a grimace.

“I bet you did this you, emo freak!”

“Chloé! We do not insult our classmates.” Miss Bustier scolded. “I understand you are hurt from the fall, but it isn’t right to lash out at your classmates. Apologize to Juleka.”

Chloé moved turned away from the class with a huff.

“I am not saying anything until the jerk that destroyed my seat pays.”

Alya took notice that Lila was digging through the seat. What could she be…”

“Umm, I found something…” Lila’s words caught the classes attention.

Lila pulled out a hair tie that looked familiar.

“Isn’t that Marinette’s Hair tie?” Sabrina piped up.

‘That manipulative bitch! Lila did this!” Alya felt her thoughts scream at her.

“I knew that she was in on this! She made sure she wasn’t here to catch me off guard!”

“It could just be a coincidence.” Lila spoke out. “Marinette isn’t even here yet. It might have gotten lost under here by accident.”

Alya felt her mind screech, this wasn’t adding up, why would Lila bother with the hair tie? What was Lila planning?

Most of the class had gotten out of their seats to look to see the situation.

Max took a closer look at the collapsed seat.

“There are no breaks in the boards, and no screws or bolts to be found. I calculate a 98.7% chance that someone must have removed them from the chair. Someone did sabotage Chloé’s seat.”

The class gasped in surprise.

“I knew it! And I bet it was Marinette that did it!”

“Marinette would never do such a thing!” Alya jumped up. “I know my girl would not stoop to something like this, even if it is Chloé.”

“Perhaps we can check her locker. If there is nothing involving the seat we can clear her.”

“Wait! You can’t just invade Marinette’s privacy.”

Miss Bustier pondered for a moment.

“If we are going to search Marinette’s locker, she will need to be present. She should give her consent before we invade her space.”

“But if she is responsible she would obviously not want us to check!” Chloé shouted. “I will call my daddy and he will have the cops on the case!”

“T-That won’t be necessary!” Miss Bustier eased. She hated how much influence Chloé had thanks to her father’s position. She couldn’t just punish Chloé or simply tell her not to act out. Principal Damocles made sure to explain the delicate balance they had to maintain thanks to Chloé’s presence. She can’t teach her students if Chloé starts getting the police involved.

“I will discuss the concern with the Principal. I am sure he will make the right call and we will decide how to go about this. In the meantime, everyone please sit in your seats. Chloé, if you are still hurt, please have someone escort you to the nurse’s office.”

“I will not be leaving until I get whoever did this expelled.” Chloé hissed.

“In that case, sit in one of the open seats until we can get the seat fixed. Sabrina, you as well.”

The red head teacher made her way out of the classroom.

Chloé turned her attention to the class.

“Alright, I don’t care what Bustier says, Marinette clearly was responsible for destroying my chair and I want some justice!”

“Chloé, just because Marinette’s hair tie was under the desk doesn’t mean that she did it. Besides, when could she have done it?” Ivan pointed out.

“Well then who else could have done it?”

“To be fair, all of us pretty much hate your guts, it could be anyone.” Alix commented as she leaned back.

“So, you admit you did it!”

“I wish! But nah, this wasn’t my handy work. I would have signed it. Because that, would be art.”

The tomato haired artist chuckled at his friend’s comment. Alix gave him a quick fistbump.

Chloé growled.

“You have just as much of an idea who did this as we all do.” Myléne stated firmly.

“Sabrina!”

“Yes Chloé?”

“Who have I wronged in this classroom?”

“Um… everyone.”

“I meant recently.”

“Right… lets see…”

Sabrina went into her phone.

“You had that argument with Max about the app, insulted Myléne’s favorite charity and called the cause stupid, Told Rosé that the reason Prince Ali hasn’t written back to her in the last few weeks was because he was sick of her, told kim his swim cap makes him look like a bowling pin, mocked Nathanael and Alix’s art project collaboration, and… Oh! You also made fun of Marinette’s design sketches. I think that was it for last week. It was a light week.”

“So, there are the obvious suspects.” Chloé exclaimed with a smirk.

“Now if Marinette would get here we would have a perfect line up.”

Lila smirked at the little show, this was all going perfectly. Naturally Marinette would show up just as Miss Bustier got the principal involved. That would lead to the search of the designer’s locker, where Lila had expertly planted the screws and tools that she used to dismantle Chloé’s seat, along with items that she took from other lockers, including her own stuff to make sure Marinette got punished. Based on what she knew, that would be enough to get Marinette suspended, possibly expelled. Either one would work out wonderfully, and with that she could start destroying each person she cared about one by one.

“What about a line up?” a teen boy voice called out.

Chloé turned to see Adrien and Marinette entering the classroom.

The room was silent as the two teens walked in. The whole class watching the duo intently, as if seeing something quite shocking.

“Is something wrong?” Marinette inquired, looking around the room.

She noticed the dismantled bench seat.

“Chloé what happened to your seat?”

Chloé’s jaw opened as she approached.

“Forget the seat! What is this!” She gestured to the two with clear shock and disgust.

Adrien and Marinette look at the mayor’s daughter with confusion before looking at what she was gesturing to. The two realized they had been holding hands the entire time.

“Oh, I think we all know what it is.” Alya’s comment burst through the silence, a smug smile on her face.

“But it would be best to hear it from them.” Nino chimed in, assisting his girlfriend in the playful ribbing of their best friends.

Marinette and Adrien felt their faces turn red and they let go of the other’s hand.

“Well actually its uh, my hand was… I mean his hand was… I …” Marinette tried to get the words out but felt her mouth failing her.

Adrien put his hand on her shoulder.

“Is it wrong for a guy to hold hands with a girl he is dating?”

Marinette felt her heart in her ears as he said that.

Adrien then looks to Nino.

“It is right? Im still new to this and the shows I watched kind of made it a big deal so Im not sure.” He whispers.

Nino nods.

Adrien looks back at Chloé now more assured.

“This is ridiculous! Utterly Ridiculous!”

Chloé stomped away from the two, just unable to handle the truth.

The mayor’s daughter walked out the door complaining about how she was going to be sick at this.

The class quickly swarmed the around the new couple and Alya slipped back to allow the class to ask them questions. She would get the details later.

Lila felt herself seething despite the smile she had on her face. This was not how things were supposed to be going. Even with her plan, Marinette won’t be miserable.

“Not going in?” Alya asked,

“Huh? Oh, I am sure I can ask questions later. Everyone has been waiting on this longer then I have.” The brunette commented as she kept up her façade.

She would have a word with Gabriel about this… actually she might not have to. If her plan goes well, Gabriel would never let Adrien be with someone that could besmirch the Gabriel brand. If word got out that Adrien’s new girl was kicked out of school, the tabloids would rip the girl apart for her. That thought soothed her.

“Besides, we should be concerned about what happened with Chloé’s seat. Max did say it was sabotage. We should focus on getting to the bottom of that.”

Alya looked at the clock. She noticed with everything going on, it was well into first period.

“I think something more important will come up.”

Alya went back to her desk with a sly smile on her face.

Lila felt a chill go down her spine. What did she mean by that?

As if on cue, everyone noticed their phones going off.

The class stop asking the couple questions as they look at their phones, wondering what was with the sudden message

Lila quickly pulled out her phone. Her face went pale as she looked at the attachment titled.

‘The True face of Lila Rossi’

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Mr. Damocles was staring at his computer with shock as Miss Bustier stood in the room.

“It’s unbelievable… the records that we were waiting on for Miss Rossi are all here.” The principle spoke in bewilderment.

The young teacher watched as Mr.Damocles looked through each file.

“So many reprimands… dozens of student and teacher complaints…. False doctor’s notes…”

“This can’t be real, right? Lila has been a good student. Sure, she had a leave of absence but that was because she was abroad with her mother.”

“These documents are all legitimate. They are all from the previous school Miss Rossi attended, she had failed to notify us of any of the following when she was enrolled here! We could never have accepted a student with such a notorious record.” The principal sternly noted.

“Mr.Damocles please, it could be possible that Miss Rossi was scared about the whole situation. Perhaps this was her chance to start things right.”

“Caline, your kindness and compassion for your students is quite admirable, however, these records still show that there was a lot Miss Rossi has been hiding from us. I will be requesting that she and her mother have a discussion with me. After that, we will decide on whether she can stay Dupont.”

“But what about the issue with Chloé’s chair?”

“You mentioned that Chloé is not injured? Then it can wait until after we sort things out with Miss Rossi.”

“Understood.”

The young teacher left the office, she began to start questioning her actions as a teacher. Was Lila really a bad egg? Was she an awful teacher for not realizing that Lila had been lying to her? She stopped at the door to her classroom when she heard the sound of her students talking.

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Lila could feel everything falling apart around her as she watched her classmates look at their phones with interest.

She needed to find a way out of this. She needed to think of something fast.

“Lila, is this true?” Nathanael asked in surprise.

The rest of the class looking up from their phones, their expressions a mix of anger, hurt and shock. Marinette and Adrien seemed to be the only ones that seemed unsurprised by the message.

Lila racked her brain for several seconds, until the perfect lie crafted itself in her brain.

Lila fell to her knees and started to cry.

“I thought I was free of that cyber bully from my old school…” Her words hitting the right notes.

“Cyber bully?” Rose spoke up.

Lila knew she had landed one person that was willing to believe. And much like a composer, she crafted her symphony of deceit.

“Yes, you see. Back at my old school, there was this guy I was friends with. He was a smart guy with computers, almost as smart as Max.”

“Wait, if you were friends, why is he bullying you?” Kim inquired.

Most of the class was being pulled in by Lila’s thread.

“He had a huge crush on me, while I did think he was nice, I just couldn’t see him as anything more than a friend. I told him that after he confessed to me. After that however, things started to turn bad. It started out with some minor things, a couple of spam emails, a text with a pop up scare. I could tell he was hurt so I didn’t call him out on it, I was sure he would heal and things could go back to normal… but then he started getting worse.”

“He started hacking into my phone, sending out messages to my other friends, making it seem like I hated them.” Lila made her voice more frantic, as if living through a trauma.

She could tell the class that had been looking at the phones with rage were now back under her thumb, she had them.

“I lost all of my friends, no matter what I tried to say, they shut me off. That guy destroyed my friend group. I went up to him and demanded he come clean. He refused, laughing as he insulted me. He had decided he was going to ruin my life.”

Kim went to the teacher’s desk to get Lila the tissue box.

Lila looked up at the swimmer.

“Thank you.”

She took a tissue to dab her eyes.

“The jerk then hacked into the school’s records, changing my grades, my attendence, he even messed with my medical records at the school! It was hell!”

“Lila…” Myléne moved to her side.

“So, when my Mom got the job to work at the French embassy here, I was so excited. I could finally get away from that cruel monster’s clutches… but so much for that! Now you all hate me and think I am this awful person!” Lila cried into her arms.

“We don’t think that!”

“Of course, we wouldn’t believe that!”

Lila hid her sinister grin as she heard the comments of her classmates. She had easily pulled the wool over their eyes. Much like before she had escaped the jaws of defeat with her deception.

Until the sound of her voice was coming from another source.

Lila looked up and felt the world shake as the horror she assumed she avoided was being undone by what she had gone so far to get rid of. The recording.

“Of course, it was all lies. Knowing Spielberg? Being friends with a prince? All of those outlandish lies and yet everyone ate it up so easily. I don’t know whether it’s something in la seine but everyone here is super gullible. Everyone in that class is stupid enough to believe anything! I didn’t even try to come up with clever lies. Have none of them even heard of Google? I was able to have them eating out of the palm of my hand like the sheep they are. So when I say I could ruin your life Marinette, I can ruin your life without even lifting a finger.”

Alya paused the recording.

“That… that isn’t me! That was clearly an edited audio file!”

But at this point, everyone in the class had stopped buying into Lila’s words.

“There’s an additional 44 minutes on here that say otherwise.” Alya’s statement was like a dagger in the leg. “

The class backed away from Lila, their expressions were all the same now. They were not happy with her. They were hurt.

“Lila… how could you?” Rose spoke softly, as if holding back tears.

Juleka hugged her close.

“We gave you our friendship?”

“You threatened our friend!” Kim shouted angrily.

“We trusted you!”

“Did you even care about us?”

A sea of comments from each student that was hurt by the revelation started to fill the room.

Adrien and Marinette’s expressions read more as surprise than anything else. The two had no idea Lila would be exposed like this. The class was hurt by Lila’s actions, and now she was paying the price.

Marinette moved to where alya was.

“So, this was why you were so busy.”

“Yea, and I see I wasn’t the only one whose been busy.”

Marinette had a soft smile with her friend’s comment.

“You’re the best. You know that, right?”

“No, If I was I would’ve had your back sooner. I’m sorry it took so long to come around.”

“You are still the best.”

Alya hugged the designer.

“I’m serious, after this. I want details on you and Mr. Model.”

“Deal.”

Lila did her best to try and contest the comments, trying to find some way to dispute them, but her words were falling on deaf ears. She could tell that no matter what she said, no matter what she did, it was over. She had lost.

Lila turned her attention to Marinette, her eyes seeing red.

“You, this was all your doing!”

Adrien went in front of Marinette, as if to protect her in case Lila tries to attack her.

“No Lila, you did this to yourself.” The words coming from the blond were colder then ice.

“Adrien, you don’t seriously believe all this…”

“I tried to be your friend, we all did. But you lied to our faces, you hurt our friends, you threatened Marinette. Those are things I can’t forgive.”

Lila glared at Marinette.

“Are you going to hide behind him! Have you nothing to say!?”

Marinette expected to have a whole speech ready the moment the truth was revealed, but she never expected everything to fall into place like this. Marinette felt pity for the exposed liar.

She walked past Adrien and looked into Lila’s eyes.

“I’m sorry that you didn’t think the real you was good enough for us to get to know.”

Lila acted as if she had been struck in the face. She lost the last of what remained of her tact. She was being pitied!

“You will pay for this! You don’t get to ruin my life without consequences!”

“Is it because you’re getting an akuma from your buddy, Hawkmoth?”

Everyone turned to the ladyblogger, who pointed to her phone.

“You might want to check the Ladyblog.”

Lila suddenly felt a pit of unfathomable despair hit her. What had that blogger done?

Lila forced herself to go to the ladyblog, and on the front page on the site.

Friend of Ladybug or Akuma Collaborator? The Truth on Lila Rossi

Right underneath was security footage of her grabbing an akuma for herself.

This was the absolute worst-case scenario.

Lila ran to the door. She needed to leave. She needed to escape. She needed some way to clean all of this up, but she was stopped. A clearly distraught teacher at the door. Tears rolling down her face and expression that no student has ever seen on the young teacher’s face. Sorrow.

“Lila, I need you to come to the Principal’s office.”

Everyone stood by and watched silently as Miss Bustier took the lying student away.

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“Miss Bustier it isn’t what you think!”

The young teacher didn’t say a word as Lila tried to talk her way out. She was hurt by her students lies, the anguish she put her other students through, and never once looked into it. She felt like a failure of a teacher, she had defended her and this was what she came to find? It was unforgivable.”

She had brought the girl to Mr.Damocles’ office.

“Sit down Miss Rossi.” The owl-like man in the chair stated firmly.

Lila obeyed as Miss Bustier wiped her tears and looked at the Principal.

“Sir, I have some rather disturbing news I found out about Lila.”

“No need Caline. I had found the recording at the end of the documents.”

Lila couldn’t feel more mortified by this. This was some kind of twisted nightmare.

Lila of course wasn’t expecting the next person to walk through the door.

“Mamma?”

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A masked villain smiled as the window opened to let light into the empty room.

“This is it! This was the anguish I was waiting for! Lila Rossi, you will be my greatest akuma yet.”

He took a butterfly into his hand and turned into an akuma.

“Fly away my little akuma! And evilize her!”

The black buttefly left the lair and began to fly out and find the source of the negative energy.

“Mayura, it is your turn.”

The blue clad villainess step forward, plucking a feather from her fan and turning it a sinister blue.

She blows the feather away into the wind, following the butterfly.

“Fly away my beautiful amok, enhance and hone that despair into a mighty power.”

The two villains watch the sky light as they await to make contact.

“This is the moment we’ve been waiting for. This will be the end of Ladybug and Chat noir.”

Lila ran out of the school, it was bad enough that people found out the truth about her, But her momma?! She couldn’t watch her mother’s heart break as she learned the truth. She ran out of the office before they said anything to her.

‘I need to find a way out of this. Marinette and Alya ruined everything! Now I am the class outcast and what’s worse, my momma is going to find out everything! I need to stop this! I need to get everyone back under my control.

Lila made her way to an alley way and hid behind a dumpster. She wasn’t sure if she was being followed, but she could not risk it. Perhaps she could talk with Mr. Agreste, he could pull enough strings that could… no, he would likely dismiss her. Her usefulness was done. With everyone against her, there was no way she could do anything.

She sat and let her despair run over her. There was nothing she could do, she felt so powerless. Everything she had been building up to. Everything she had wanted was all in reach… and yet it was ripped away from her! She would do anything to have things back to how they were, back when she was in charge!

She heard something approaching. She looked up, clearly not ready to face her punishment. But what she didn’t expect to see was a butterfly coming her way.

The butterfly made its way to the silver charm bracelet on her wrist and a feather made its way into her earing. A butterfly outline appeared over her face.

“The despair of having everything you have built come crashing down.” A familiar deep voice spoke

“All of that effort dashed in one catastrophic moment.” A feminine voice continued the line, a new yet equally sinister tone.

“You were the queen of deception until they shattered your crown”

“The pain you have suffered by that horrible event.”

“What you wouldn’t give to fix everything and gain that power over others you once had.”

“Hawkmoth, so you show yourself. I was thinking you forgot all about me. And it seems you made a new friend.” Lila interrupted their eerie rhyme.

“Oh, as if I couldn’t forget about my most competent akuma.” Hawkmoth Praised.

“I am Mayura, partner of Hawkmoth, I have been watching you closely Miss Rossi.” Mayura introduced herself. “It appears you have yourself in a much more devastating predicament then before.”

“It’s all your akuma’s fault, it’s all Marinette’s fault… Its all of their faults!’

“It doesn’t matter whose fault it is. I am going to give you the power to get those classmates of yours back under your power, no, all of Paris under your control. You will topple Paris with an army of unquestionably loyal akuma.”

“And I will give you an ally that will obey any order from you without question.”

The Italian Exchange student loved the sound of that.

“Let me guess, all I need to do is to get Ladybug and Chat noir’s miraculous.”

“Good girl. Do we have a deal?”

“Crushing Ladybug will be therapeutic right about now. I’ll have that entire school under my foot, along with those miserable brats that ruined my life.”

“Very well! I grant you the power to reveal the akuma lying underneath each person with your masks! Show the world who you truly are, Masquerade.”

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