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scarletwidowaf · 3 years

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Ghost Of You - chapter 3

A/N: i think that at this point, me being to lazy and tired to fix grammer and mistakes became a part of the story. Also im very sorry for the angst, im kinda winging it but hopefully stuff will be less painful soon 😅

The beautiful art is by the incredible @chloroformcandles ! Go check her works! Im honestly obsessed and even used her art as icons on both of my scarletwidow blogs.

Warnings: angst of course, mention of death (obviously)

Words count: 1391

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Ever since wanda joined the avengers she was trained in hand to hand combat.

Its not like she actually needed it, she always thought to herself and said it multiple times to the other female avenger and trainer, but Natasha always raised her eyebrow at her and smiled cockily at her in return.

One of wanda's favorite training sessions with natasha was when they were on the run. Steve Insisted they'll keep training as much as they can, even more than they used to as avengers. Natasha agreed, wanda did too but it didn't stop her from complaining every morning when the two women were already panting before the crack of down.

"You're too slow"

Natasha said, her hands holding the younger girl down on training mat.

Wanda tried to push the shorter woman down but with no use, natasha was small yet her grip was strong and her steady firm.

It was amazing that even when they were training and sweaty natasha still managed to look painfully hot. The older women smelled like vanilla and sweat and wanda had to admit that it wasn't a bad combination.

"Well its 5 am natasha, I'm barley even awake" she joked,.

wanda could see natasha holding back her smile. It was funny, really, that Natasha could hold the best poker face and go undercover without a hiss and without ever getting caught, but couldn't contain her smile when it comes to the younger woman.

"So lets make a deal, maximoff. If you can pin me down to the mat i will get you the coffee you like from the coffee down the street"

Wanda smiled.

"They do have a great coffee.. " she said. Natasha agreed, she liked their coffee and she liked the satisfied smile on wanda's face after she takes the first sip.

"I still don't see a reason for us to train combat" wanda grumble out. Natasha smiled at her and wanda's heart skipped a bit.

The younger woman knew she was getting into a dangerous zone with Natasha, but she couldn't help herself.

"I just gave you a reason maximoff. Im 5'3. If you cant take me down what would you do with stronger, bigger, rougher opponent?"

Natasha raised her eyebrow and moved to get up.

Natasha stood and held her hand out to the younger woman.

"You say that wasn't rough, romanoff?" Wanda asked faking annoyance.

"Barely" natasha smirked.

Wanda took the older girl's hand and got up as well.

"I will get that coffee" wanda said.

"Bring it on"

Natasha's smile was dangerously hot.

That was the problem about Natasha Romanoff, wanda knew that no mattar when, or at what situation, the older woman's smile will have a power over her, just like Natasha had.

And that was the only thought that crossed in wanda's mind when the two sat on wanda's bed in her crappy London apartment.

Its been a week since natasha came back and the two did their best to try and understand the circumstances they were in.

The good news were, that Natasha could come and go as she pleases.

wanda didn't knew where she was going when she left and natasha didn't say.

It could be counted as bad news as well.

At the few times when the two womem got frustrated, natasha would've leave, wanda would've cry and then natasha would come back and sit next to her, as close as she can.

The truth was that wanda missed being close to natasha, she was happy to have her around, to talk to her and hear her voice, but she missed her touch and her smell and having her around was getting painful.

Sometimes Wanda wanted to hug her and sob about everything.

And natasha wanted to be able to hold her, and hold her hand.

They missed each other, and sometimes it was too hard for them to be so close to each other without being able to touch.

"I went trough Agetha's book again" wanda finally said. Natasha put down the book she was reading, another novel wanda never heard of.

Wanda couldn't help her envy, because the book was something natasha could touch and hold and wanda wasn't.

"And?" Natasha said.

"I found something but i dont know how to perform it."

She confessed.

"Maybe we can go to someone who might know. Strange maybe?" Natasha said

"I dont think thats a good idea.. Ive been avoiding the other avengers ever since westview" she admitted

"Was it that bad?"

"Its just complicated. I brought vision back for awhile, well, kind of"

Natasha looked at her quietly encouraging her to continue

"I could bring him back but only there, i build these perfect life in there, nat, i had a family and a house and everything was so normal even when it wasn't"

"Why wasn't it perfect?"

"Because as real as it felt it was all a big lie. An illusion"

"Were you happy?"

Natasha asked.

"Yes" wanda admitted. Natasha smiled sadly.

"Then in was worth it, in a way" the older girl said.

"You weren't there" wanda said after a few moments.

The younger woman got up from bed. She wasn't able to sit still or look into the other woman eyes.

"I guess a part of your consensus knew that if I would've been there it wouldn't be perfect" natasha said sadly and got up as well.

"I doubt that there's any reality, fake or real one, that I wouldn't have been in love with you" natasha continued and wanda felt wetness on her cheeks. She was crying.

Natasha stood a few steps away from wanda, she didn't want to get too close and overwhelm the crying girl, but she couldn't stay away neither.

"I'm sorry nat"

"For what?" Natasha asked confused.

"For bringing you back. I just missed you so much and i was selfish.

I guess you were wrong natasha, I'm not a good person"

"I missed you too, every single day in the last 5 years."

Wanda looked up. Her eyes catching natasha's red ones.

Both women were crying. Natasha's cheeks were stained and her eyes were red, yet she was holding herself together pretty well. Probably as as a result of years of holding things inside and making her feelings.

"I blamed clint, you know?" Wanda confessed.

"We had a fight after i found out you were dead. I blamed him for not keeping you safe, and then left. I didn't spoke to him since then"

Wanda catch a glimpse of Natasha's book on the bed and wondered if the lead characters got their happy ending.

Natasha sigh, her hands massaging her temple.

"I dont know what they told you wanda. But i chose to jump. I could've let clint jump"

"You're lying, clint said-"

"That i had no other choice? Knowing him figured its better you wont know that, so you wouldn't be mad at me for doing that."

the two women were so close to each other that wanda could imagine natasha's hot breath and vanilla scent.

Natasha could see the small freckles on the younger girl's nose.

"You want to know why I don't deserve to go to heaven? Wanda" Natasha asked.

Wanda wiped her own tears.

"Why?"

"I'm selfish.

I could've let clint jump but i knew that I couldn't live with the burden and the pain so i left him to live with it instead.

I could let the world stay how it was after the snap, but I didn't. Not because I'm the honorable person you think i am, but because of you. I wanted you to get the life that you deserve."

Natasha smiled bitterly and gestured with her hands to the room they were in.

Wanda wanted to respond but couldn't. Her throat was dry and her head was aching.

"I should go" natasha said and before wanda could protest the older woman was gone and she was alone again.

After a few minutes of crying the witch took a few breath to calm herself down, before she went to her nightstand and took out a disposable cell phone.

"You're not selfish natasha, i am." She whispered.

The young witch typed a few digits and held the phone to her ear.

After a few rings she heard a familiar voice.

"Hey agnes, i need your help"

#natasha romanoff #black widow #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #scarlet widow #wandanat #wanda x nat #wanda x natasha #natasha x wanda

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chaandknight · 5 years

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Maybe | Roger Taylor | Smut/Angst

Summary: Breakup sex is never a good idea. 4k words.

A/N: This got away from me. I’m sorry in advance. Thank you to my beta @haveanaverageday I love you. Relationships are hard I would know, but remember this is just a fic, and not the best model for a relationship.

Requests are open

Tags: Smut, angst, swearing, +18

Maybe you two just weren’t meant for each other. Maybe all the time you had spent building something together just wasn’t worth it. Maybe the universe just had more plans for you. Maybe the constant time apart had drawn a wedge between you. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Your relationship with Roger was always filled with maybes. Maybe he would come home early from a party. Maybe you’d have for date night. Maybe he would call while on tour. Maybe you would come and visit him on tour. Maybe you got lonely while he was away and made some dumb mistakes. Maybe he did too. Maybe you both were to blame. Maybe.

Despite all that you couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your heart as you packed your things. You and Roger had been together for the longest of times, constantly on and then off again. You would always make up quickly, but this time was different. Both of you could feel it, it had been weeks since you had talked, seeing each other was an entirely different question. He had sent word through his personal assistant, and you in turn had replied. The messages were short, the calls only lasting for a second seconds. It all started with his message, relayed through his PA.

“He knows.” Is all he had said. You replied, saying that you knew about all the girls as well. There was no reply after that. After two weeks of contemplation, barely sleeping in your shared bed you decided. You left a message for him, asking him to organise your moving out. It was simple. Once you had found suitable accommodation you'd move. You'd take everything that was yours. He'd keep his flat. He even offered to help you move out, paying for removalists. Deciding to handle this like an adult, you accepted. You had surprised yourself by the way you had handled all this, how diplomatic you both were. Usually your ‘breakups’ were messy, arguing that would escalate into screaming matches. Sometimes turning extremely nasty when both of your prides were wounded, opting to yell out petty, personal things to one another. One of you would then storm out, the other following closely behind not willing to let whatever you had go. Sometimes you'd spend time apart, stewing in anger. Then would come the sex. A makeup fuck is what he called it after the first two times. Then it had just become habit, a vicious toxic cycle that would sometimes last days. You two had just fallen into your roles, accepting that this was how it would be. That was until now.

You would lying if you said there wasn't any good moments in-between. Those were the best, often taking off as a honeymoon stage all over again. You would whisper and giggle in each other's ears, unable to keep hands off each other. You'd fuck and you'd make slow love. He'd take you places, compliment you on everything and help with your various art projects. You would spend nights together, just in each other's presence doing your own work. That was until the next ‘break up’, where moments like this started becoming more sparse and arguments increasingly common. It was all too much. The both of you were relieved when the tour was announced, finally able to spend time apart without having to worry about discussing deeper things. Things that would be too painful, too complicated to talk about.

Maybe that’s why the sinking feeling in your chest wouldn’t go away. You couldn’t go into a room without being triggered by the memories you both had made. You swallowed the lump in forming in your throat, shoving the rest of your paints in the box and taping it closed, compartmentalising your feelings at the same time. This was for the best. You were both toxic to each other, this was definitely not a healthy relationship even if there was something between you two. You looked around the lounge once again. It seemed empty without your paintings covering the walls, your various pot plants on the window sill. You wondered if he would miss notice your things gone. What did you care though? You cast a glance around the room trying to pick out anything you may of left behind.

That lump in your throat reformed, threatening to choke you with all the feelings that were now rising to the surface. For the first time it finally hit you. It was over. You hadn’t talked or seen him in weeks and you most likely wouldn’t see him again either. His tour ended two weeks from now and he rarely ever came home, too busy with parties and recording. You noticed your acrylic paint still out. He wouldn’t notice an extra painting would he?

You wiped your forehead with your arm, pretty sure you had smudged some yellow paint onto it. You didn’t really care. The painting had made you lose track of time. The front door opened just as you realised you should of been out two bloody hours ago. You grabbed a large paint brush as your weapon heading to the door. Had someone broken in? Whoever it was seemed to have the keys to the front door. You tried to control your breathing and not let your mind run wild. You couldn’t help it though. Was it some crazy stalker fan? Would you be found dead in your boyfriends exboyfriends home? Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you flicked on the light, ready to use your paintbrush.

“Were you going to paint me to death?” His voice was thick with exhaustion, you lowered your paintbrush, not sure if you wanted a murderer in here more rather than face the man standing in front of you. The man you hadn’t seen in weeks. You had almost forgotten how bright his eyes were, how his hair was always dischevlied, the smallest hints of stubble on his jawline. All the emotions you had laid down in the canvas laying in the dining room behind came bubbling to the surface.

You tried not to let your voice shake as you spoke.

“You’re meant to be on tour” you said simply, not wanting to drag this out for long. He let his smile drop, his shoulders slumped you could see just how tired he was. He set his keys on the bench. Running a hand through his hair.

“You’re meant to be gone” he snapped. You tried not to let his words hurt you, but despite all the walls you had mentally put him the words cut through you like a knife through butter. You wanted to cry, he was letting you go so easily, without a care in the world. You took a breath, determined to not let him see how close you were to breaking down.

You turned around, ignoring his presence all together and heading to where your paints were laid out. You wiped your hands on the rag, screwing on the lids to the paint pots. You’d pack them all into their box later. His footsteps echoed off the tiles, you ignored his presence behind you and headed straight for the shower in the main bedroom - his room. The plan was to shower before leaving, your clothes were already lay out. You closed the door behind you, but it wouldn't close properly. You stepped back as he stepped into the bathroom.

He had a look in his eye that made your breath catch in your throat. He walked towards you, unknowingly you stepped back, almost tripped over the shower glass panel. It was as if he had you pinned with his gaze alone. You were like a deer caught in headlights, unable to anything but retreat further back. You stepped into the shower, he was still following you until you were cornered against the wall of the shower. You never were scared of him, even if he was yelling from across the room at you, however now, combined with all your emotions about moving out, the thought of being murdered and his words from earlier - you couldn't help the small hint of dear that plagued your mind. He was in your personal space, body almost touching yours. He looked down on you, and you couldn't decipher his facial expression.

Your heart was beating against your chest, almost threatening to break free. Your breath only quickened when he reached over, hand near your waist. You could almost feel him grabbing your waist, pulling you to him. But he only turned the knob to the turn on the water, soaking both yours and his clothes under the large shower head. His breathing was almost as heavy as yours, and you weren't sure if it was from anger or not. You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off with his lips.

The kiss was rough, filled with weeks of frustration. You kissed him back, trying to show your anger and hurt at all this. You were just now coming to terms with how you felt about all this, previously running on autopilot. He reached up cupping your cheeks, trying to pull you even closer as his took your lip between his teeth tugging harshly. You were the first to pull away, shock coming over you. You pushed his chest but he didn't budge.

“What the fuck was that?” You demanded, voice high. You resorting to pushing his chest over and over in an attempt to get him to move. You both knew you weren't actually trying, maybe it was just an act. Maybe. He grabbed your wrists, still looking down at you.

“Just” he started, getting distracted by your jaw. He pressed feather light kisses to your skin there. You were frozen on the spot, trying to piece together what the hell was going on. “Just shut the fuck up for once will you?” he said, nipping the skin at your neck making you gasp. Your hand found its way to his hair, running your finger through the wet strands as his kisses covered every inch of your neck, leaving the occasional mark here and there, every bite making the smallest of moans escape your lips. His hands were on your waist, pulling up your damp shirt the slightest bit. He pulled away from your neck, pulling your shirt over your head. He was rougher than he needed to be and it annoyed you. You retaliated, swinging a leg around his waist and dragging your nails down his chest.

“I don't hear from you for weeks and you expect me to come back to you?” You demanded, undoing the buttons in his shirt and pulling it off, throwing it somewhere in the bathroom. He kissed you again, stealing your breath before replying,

“Didn’t you get my messages?” He asked, trailing kisses down your neck, his hands working on undoing your jeans. You huffed, slapping his hands away, replacing them with your own. You didn’t accept his reply. As if sending half assed messages through his PA was going to cut it. As if it had a chance of keeping your relationship going. Did he seriously expect the “he misses you” messages to combat the whispers you heard from friends and the press about his antics?

“You're a fucking prick.” You hissed, pausing momentarily to look at him. You elbowed him, trying to get him to give you some space. He stepped back, just the slightest bit. You pulled off your jeans kicking them away, he had done the same. “You know that's not what I meant” you said, annoyed at your own lack of self control. You could never resist him.

“What did you mean darling?” He whispered, voice laced with hurt and something else you couldn’t quite pin down. “Did you get lonely without me? Is that what it was? Did you need me to reassure you every night?” he said, a dangerous tone in his voice. This was taking a turn into dangerous territory. You dragged your nails down his chest, watching him flinch the slightest bit. Good. You were hurting him.

“At least I don’t hire people to keep my fucking bed warm” you shot back, pushing his chest once again. He grabbed your wrists, this time squeezing them the slightest bit, a warning. You both seemed to communicate through your eyes. You looked up at him, daring him to come up with some reply to your words. He stood firm however, looking at you as if to tell you that you both were the worst.

“Can we just fucking stop? For once” he said finally, surprising you. He ran his hands down your arms, resting them on your waist. “I’m tired” as if that was an excuse. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. You wanted to fight back, push him away and make him work for it. But it was as if seeing his exhaustion had triggered your own. You were tired from packing, the sheer effort of shoving down your emotions had drained you. You let out the breath you hadn’t realised you were holding, running your fingers down his chest in a vain attempt to soothe the red marks from earlier.

“Fine, but if you start again don’t blame me for responding to your bullshit” you said, looking up at him. Both your words had different meanings. It was as if you were promising not to bring up the past again, at least not tonight. It was a mutual understanding. He nodded, leaning forward and kissing down your neck.

“Stay here tonight” he whispered, voice cracking the slightest bit. Did he actually feel a hint of a sadness about you leaving? Perhaps you did. You didn't spend this long with someone and not develop some kinds of feelings for them. You ran your hands over his chest, lean muscle from constantly drumming almost every night.

“Why should I?” you challenged, deciding that he'd have to work for it. You weren't going to let him have you this easily. He gripped your waist, lifting you up, your back brushing up against the tiles. His intention was clear, and you scrambled to wrap your legs around his waist to keep yourself from falling. You were now just the slightest bit higher than him. He looked up at you, leaning in to kiss you slowly.

“Because I'm asking you to” he said simply as he pulled away, peppering kisses over your jaw. You had no reply for him, running your hands through his hair just letting him enjoy your body. So maybe you'd never see him again. You knew this probably was a bad decision, it would complicate things further. Your mind however, could not focus too busy focusing on the brush of his lips against the skin of your neck. Yes, you'd probably regret this later on but why shouldn't you live in the moment now? He seemed to take your silence as a no and immediately started to untangle himself from you, trying mask his disappointment. You wrapped your arms around his neck, cupping his cheeks and pulling his face so you could look into his eyes. You gently traced his jaw with your finger,

“I will” your voice barely a whisper. He wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours, gripping your waist once more. You ran your hand through his hair, the both of you trying to pull the other closer despite being pressed together already. The kiss was desperate, weeks of pent of frustration, anger and hurt focused in on one kiss. He pulled away and you took the chance to take his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging the slightest bit. He let out a small groan, pulling you into yet another kiss. You didn't know just how long you both were there. Your back ached the slightest bit from being pressed against the tiles for so long and the water had ran cold for a while now. He would pull away every so often to trail kisses down your neck, his fingers straying between your legs, stroking against your core just so before pulling away. Your soft moans getting drowned out by the sound of the water. He'd whisper in your ear, meaningless remarks like missing you and wanting you so badly. You returned the favour, not even completely sure what you whispered to him. Your hips rocked against him, making him groan into your neck

You clung to him desperately, running your hands down his chest. Your lips hurting the slightest bit from him constantly nipping at them. You pulled away, breathing heavy. You wanted him to finger you properly, or at least for him to do something. The constant teasing was driving you mad. He could sense it too, pressing a kiss to the one of the many forming hickey's he'd left on your neck.

“You want me darling?” He asked, as breathless as you were. His lips were red, yours were probably the same. You nodded, trying to grind on him to get your point across. He run a hand over your jaw, tucking your hair behind your ear. You expected him to say something about the past, dig back into the scars that were seared deep into your messed up relationship. You weren’t sure if you could handle it, you wouldn’t be able to go through with this if he brought up the past now. He reached out, turning off the shower. Well that was definitely not what you were expecting. You ran a hand over his cheek, leaning forward and kissing his jawline, down to his neck. He carried you out of the shower, stepping over your discarded clothes. Perhaps if you weren’t so wrapped up in him you’d worry about falling, or him slipping and the both of you falling. However, you weren’t in your senses, too busy nipping at that one place that never failed to make him pause and shiver. You grinned into his neck, licking over the skin. You felt the bed beneath your back, he must of made it then. Before you could say anything his mouth was covering yours again, kissing you with the same desperation as before.

“The bed” you started between kisses, “It’ll get” you needed to take a breath, “wet” you finished. He snorted, trailing kisses down your neck

“Sweetheart, there’s only one thing getting wet that concerns me and it’s not the bed” he said with a grin, rolling his hips against yours eliciting yet another moan from you. You held onto him arms wrapped hooked around his shoulders. He kissed you again, almost pushing you down into the pillow. His hands were tracing along the sides of your body making your shiver. His hips slowly rolled against yours and you could feel his hardening length against you. He reached down, between your bodies and lined himself up. He pulled away from the kiss, watching your face as he pushed into you. You didn’t need much prep, thanks to all the teasing he had done in shower earlier, but god. It had been a while and you were already on edge from before. He knew how to angle everything, thanks to your history together. He had only rolled his hips against yours once and you were writhing underneath him, a mess already. You pushed against his chest,

“Wait, wait” you panted, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. You tried to control yourself, to try and maintain some semblance of control. He took his opportunity to lean down and kiss underneath your jaw. Your chest rose and fell as you tried to get your breathing under control. You rolled his hips after a beat, making you arch up, breathing out his name. He let out a breathless laugh, kissing you once again.

His pace was languid, as if the both you had all the time in the world. He kept it slow, pressing kisses over your jaw and neck, adding to the marks he had already made previously. Almost as if he was trying to commit to memory the way your body felt underneath his. You ran your hands down his back, doing the same. It was unspoken, this agreement that it would be the last time. The two of you wanted to make it last. You tried not to let your mind drift, instead focusing on guiding him back to your lips, grinding your hips against his just so, making him moan. It was a slow bump and grind sort of pace, making you cry out as he would just brush against the spot that made your toes curl. You clawed at his shoulders, getting impatient. You wanted him properly now.

He seemed to get the message clear enough, gripping your hips and doing a particularly hard thrust. You groaned, dragging your nails down his shoulders. He panted in your ear, holding onto you tight as he pushed into you over and over again. You matched his pace, pushing up your hips to meet his. The two of you too caught up in chasing your own high to care about the other. You dragged your nails down his back, making him hiss and in turn, dig his own nails into your hips. Your climax was quickly approaching, and by the way he faltered in his pace you could tell his was as well. He reached down between your bodies, drawing quick circles on your clit. You clung to him as you came, muffling your cries into his neck. Your entire body arching up into his, drawing him in closer in a desperate bid to ground yourself. He had you quite literally seeing stars. You didn’t care about much else as you came, holding onto him tightly just riding out your high as he used your body to come to his own climax. He came a quick two thrusts later, crying out your name and slamming into you one final time. You both laid there for a while, just trying to level out your breathing and holding each other.

He was the first to move, rolling off you and laying by your side. You both cleaned yourselves up in silence, not wanting to say something that would ruin the mood. This was for the best. He laid in bed, a cigarette in hand. You crawled onto the bed with him, fitting yourself into side. He put out the cigarette turning to you again. Both of you had extremely little self control, going for another two rounds before falling asleep, tangled in the sheets.

You woke just as the sun was rising, an orange glow setting over the bedroom. You turned around to find Roger asleep, a hand splayed out on your stomach. You let yourself have a moment just to gaze at him, take his face. He looked like a child when he was asleep, free from the emotions he wore when he was awake. It took everything in you to not reach out and trace his features. Instead, you untangled yourself from the sheets. Your body ached from last night, it was bittersweet. You dressed quietly, casting one last glance at his sleeping form on the bed and walking out.

Maybe you should of left a note, but it would be too much for you. Right now you had to go or else you never would. The emotions from last night coming back to you, causing a dull ache to bloom in your chest. You grabbed the paints from last night, packing them away carefully and picking up the last remaining box of your possessions. He had enough to remember you by.

The painting you did was resting against the table leg. It was him, as he was when he was asleep, how you saw him through your eyes.

How you had loved him.

Maybe he’d throw it away or maybe he’d hide it.

Maybe he’d burn it.

Maybe he’d hang it up, cover it when he was home alone because the memories were too much.

Maybe Freddie found it once, and asked him where he got from.

Maybe his voice cracked when he answered.

Maybe.

#roger taylor #ben hardy #roger taylor smut #ben hardy smut #roger taylor imagine #ben hardy imagine #roger taylor x reader #ben hardy x readyer #you x roger taylor #you x ben hardy #bohemian rhapsody #bohrap #writings #roger taylor angst #ben hardy angst #ben hardy as roger taylor #borhap

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knybits · 5 years

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Hello,, May I please request for a romantic match up?, I prefer male but either is fine I’m a she/her, and I’m a bit uncomfortable on telling my age but I assure that I’m still legally not aloud to drink, so I’m underaged I tend to care for other people rather than taking care of myself, based on what my friends say I’d rather see you smile and leave my sad self alone, I’m a chaotic loud but can also be nuetral -1

This might throw you off a lil but ill explain why you two would match up so well :,)

I’ve matched you with Sabito!! He’s rougher around the edges bc he’s a strict teacher but honestly his heart is so big (see: the fact that he tried to save every demon slayer during his final selection test) you two seem like a super strong duo since he’s all fighting and you’d be super good at observing, most likely figuring out demon patterns and their blood art and just the two of you would be unstoppable and people fear this combo. You’re both very patient people though, so your relationship would seem very much like a peaceful paradise. (also lets pretend he didnt die (f) and you two are happy asf)

When you’re sick:

Hes a wreck

Lmaooo makomo has to beat him into making sure he takes care of you bc he doesnt know what to do

After the first time you get sick he’s basically a pro tho

Also urokodaki knows a lot of herbal medicine so he teaches sabito how to take care of you too

Where you two fell in love:

Underneath the wisteria trees after the two of you get out of final seletion safe and sound

The amnt of relief he feels seeing you alive is what makes him realize his feelings for you and vice versa

Also you look STUNNING with that purple glow

First kiss:

You said smthn to embarrass him so he hid his face behind his mask

But you kiss his mask anyway and he’s NOT HAPPY LMAO

Decides to suprise you by taking his mask off and giving you a quick peck so now youre BOTH red in the face but thats love huny

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huggpheonix · 7 years

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The grace and tarrus story

TO HELL AND BACK WITH LOVE --------------------------------------- Chapter 306 961 6523 "Isn't it unwise to set that much responsibility on a girl who's known none." It wasn't a question.It was a statement. The truth hurts. Chapter 7 Days went by. I'm still wondering wether my mom has noticed or if she's too out of it. my sister has probably. I sigh with contempt. "Kin, the hell are you doing down here? With those losers?" Jack asked. I flinched turning around."I was making sure they had , enough entertainment to keep them occupied.." Jack snorted. "Oh come on. You know they are fascinated by their lame club." Jack Briggs home a bunch of kids every day as kin watches. "What the hell are they doing here?" They screamed in public. They stood up against him Kin has to go to community service every day and meets gage. Gage constellation Has black hair, a lip ring, pale eyes, pale skin, a tattoo and smokes too. They first meet on the job, standing out back having a cigarette. "whoa. Shit dude. Scared me for a second." She said taking a smoke out. He snorted quietly."you wouldn't be the last." She turned to him. "You're way quiet dude." He blew out a puff of smoke. "Yeah?... Hm." He huffed , putting out his cigarette. She stared at his back well after he was walking in. "Weirdo." She said taking another huff. After her trip to the library she finds a book on how to tame a lover boy. "Huh. We'll as long as I'm here." She slipped it into her bag along with many other sad titles. "Hey! Constellation!" She called running after him. He turned around facing her."huh, yeah?" "You up for a task?" "Meh.. These kids are fucking crazy enough, Tal." He said. "Kids shmids, follow me." He rolled his eyes following. "Okay here I hold a book, which I need to try, okay?" "Yeah.. Uh .. The kids are getting wild over there." She stared at the pages. "Step one... Hold out hand.." He stuck his hand out. Meeting hers. "Hey. Whoa." He said. "Step two look into each other's eyes.." He stared down at her beautiful hazel eyes. Grey and hazel met in the shade of the back shed. Kintalia dropped the book, breaking the gaze. He blinked unsure what to do. "Look Tal.. I-" "Hey! You two! We can use you both by the kids!" Kin fumbled for the book , picked it up quickly. "Fuck, sorry... I shouldn't have" "Kin... Your arms.. What the hell happened?" She struck him so hard he didn't see it coming. " Don't.ever.call.me.kin." She growled glaring. He held his face a minute before standing taller than ever. "Fold, what the fuck? We're supposed to keep this professional ." "Maybe I don't want to! " "I didn't ask for this! Fuck, go. Then! Run home to your family! Huh?! Your nice warm loving family!" He yelled. She froze. Her eyes widened as she turned around. "Yeah?! You want to fucking talk about family?! When you clearly, know nothing?" Gage narrowed his eyes. "I'm going to resign as your partner. You don't like me. I don't like you." He monotoned. Pushing past her. (( Ipod note number one.)) "I got it!" Frankie screamed. The excitement in their voice was unexpected and Dee flinched. "Got what? Gosh dont scream like that," she snapped back holding a hand to her head. "A way to stop this!" She said gesturing to the wreckage. The world had fallen. Buildings were decaying and had collapsed long ago. The sky was blazing with red and orange colours. "Weve looked for a solution for so long Frankie.." Dee said, hope long crushed from her tone. "True... But this one im positive is fool proof!" She said excitedly. Dee stared at her through orange sunglasses. "Al-alright go ahead..." She relented sitting down on a traffic sign. "We get the kids and stop them." She said. Dee stood up suddenly and clutched Frankies shirt tightly in her hands. "Are you fucking crazy?!" She fumed. Frankie gently took her hands and held them. She nodded a little bit. The kid would go and hit up another dimension, where they were top dawg and then take over. Then when they found the three boys they would hold a battle royale. Desparate they would take the chance and summon the gods there. (The gods being very different then us of course) then they would try to kill margo keeping the destruction of this universe to a minimum. Margo and his gang. If crazed is killed then destruction will affect everywhere. Oblivion beginning in every universe and everything will die eventually. (Especially truth?) (( half finished ipod mote cus its shite)))) Dirk shuffled nervously in his spot taking his coat off. He was sweating and not just because of the warm weather. Tonight was the night he confessed to jake. He walked over to the window and looked out. The sun was setting rather quickly exposing the stars beginning to appear. He sighed and picked up his vibrating phone. 'Hey Dirk! Have a great day? I think i did but i was concerned about you. He could only help but manage a small grin. This boy was unlike any of the ones he had met before. Unlike all of them he possessed a charm. 'It was alright' he texted back, fingers gliding over the keyboard. He dug a bowl out while he awaited the answer. ' hey do you want to hang out later?' His heart skipped a beat as he replied. 'Alright lets do it. Ill be over there in five.' Ipod note three song I look through your profile Looking for answers But your leaving me blank Tell me what number on your pity list did i actually rank?! I call your number too many people times And when i need your help your leaving me behind Tell me what fairytale did we leave? Ipod note 4 idk fanfictionidea Vriska and aranea live together in a house which was left to them by their away at work mother. Aranea can read minds and vriska is sitting with her at breakfast. Aranea mentions something about going to work and to not wait up. All of a sudden aranea's old boyfriend knocks on the door and vriska is dating him now. Aranea gets angry and leaves. Vriska and cronus sleep together and then she wakes up and her mother is sitting there. She says she thought she could trust aranea to care for vriska but she was wrong. She wipes cronus's memory and sends vriska to a reformmatory school and probably hurts aranea. Vriska remembers a traumatic memory. Aranea hides with vriska and hides her but the mom leaves the boyfriend. She grabs vriska and slaps aranea and abuses her. - to hell and back with love - transgender boy love story - lesbian love story highschool - the notorious gang missing brother story Taurus Ferron high school student at Kings son community school. She is 17 and going into grade twelve for her senior year. She is from a rougher background, but she has a supportive mother who has her back and helps her through school. Taurus is extremely gifted in the math classes and her mother wants for her to become a doctor and because taurus doesnt have the heart to tell her no, she aspires to. Taurus is dark skinned and has dark black hair, that is almost always braided. She is Slim and tall. She wears very cheap clothing from the discount store. Grace Feather a high school transfer who is going into her junior year at Kings son school. Its her first time being in a rougher school, because of her mother. She is 17 going on 18 and comes from a very high class background, she is gifted in music and art and struggles with math. She meets Taurus at a tutor session in the school. She is fair skinned and has blonde hair. She is short and a little chubby. She dresses fairly high class. "Hey, im your tutor? You responded to the ad in the newsletter, so here i am." Taurus said a little put off by the girls beauty. "Its a little embarassing to be here, so can we just go into the back?" Grace asked. "Um.. Yeah, sure." They both go into the back with taurus lazily shouldering her bag, and Grace with both shoulder straps on. They are seated and Taurus begins to take out the calculus textbook. "Ugh, I hate calculus." Grace says, sticking her tongue out at the book. "Why are you taking it? I mean... If you dont mind me asking..." "My mother wants me to get my head out of the clouds with my art. Tells me to get a real job, so here i am." "Oh... So an artist? dont believe ive seen you around here before now." Taurus began flipping through the textbook pages and asked grace to take out her notebook. "I tranferred here after the second semester. I dont know any people here." "Well, you officially know me." "You didnt tell me your name.. Im Grace." "Grace? Elegant name. Im Taurus." "Taurus?" Grace tested it out. "Yep, like the astrology sign i guess. Even though thats not my sign." "How come.." "My mother only likes the Taurus sign, because it was my sister's." She goes quiet after that, like she had revealed too much. "Sorry, it was none of my business." "Yeah. But, cant keep that shit inside right?" Grace doesnt answer and they instead get to work. "So, Grace, you need this calculus class, what are you having trouble with?" It goes on like that (Little time skip where the bell rings.) "Theres the bell. Ive got to get to my class. Maybe ill see you around. Grace, right?" "Yeah! I mean, i need help again, so are you free Friday?" Taurus smirks and shoves her books in her bag. "Sure. I mean presuming im not completely booked up." Grace blinks and quickly composes herself by waving a hand. "Of course. Of course, youre super busy, i get it. Forget it." "Grace, quit being a cute schoolgirl. I was joking, youre like the only one who took me up on the ad. Ill catch you on Friday." Grace nervously laughs, and blushes too. "Thanks for the help today. Taurus." Grace says sticking out her hand towards Taurus. "Thatll be 25$ Princess." Taurus said smiling. Grace nodded and dug into her pockets. "Whoa, shit.. Sorry, i was kidding. Maybe i took that one a little far... Its free." Grace facepalmed, " you just keep fooling me dont you." "I wasnt fooling you when i said you were cute." She said smoothly and patted her shoulder. "Catch you on Friday, Grace! You better get to class, junior class teachers are real hard on tardy kids." Grace was left openmouthed and she couldnt wait for Friday. "How did the tutoring session go, Grace? Was he competent?" Her mother asked her. "It was a girl, Taurus Ferron, from grade twelve. And yes, she is very smart." "Oh. Youre going to have to make your own dinner tonight, or order in or something, i have a meeting with the mayor tonight." "Yes." Grace said. "Yes what?" "Yes, Ma'am." Grace's mother smiled with dead eyes and left the room. "How did the tutoring session go today, sweetie?" Taurus' mother asked her when she came into the living room. Taurus dropped her bag and sighed dreamily. "It went great, had a grand total of one participant." "Oh baby, dont fret over the numbers, how did it go?" "Well, she seemed to grasp the concepts well enough, so i wasnt completely a failure." "Oh a girl?" "Ma, come on, shes out of my league." "Oooh so you like her?" "Come on, ma. Love at first sight is so cliche and it didnt get nobody nowhere." "I said nothing about love, Tori. Still, tell me about her." Taurus sighed but she was actually thrilled to talk to her mom. "Well shes totally rich, and beautiful and blonde." "You sound fond of her after just one session. I sure hope youll keep your head in the grades, and not in this dating game." "Ma, i know what im doing. Ill be fine." Friday session goes well, just shows them having fun and growing closer and learning more about eachother. Then after a couple weeks of seeing each other. "Yo Grace, i thought we would switch it up, youve been working pretty hard, so maybe we should just go chill. You with me?" Grace smiled and nodded. They walk to the bleachers and sit there watching people do their own things. Grace clutches her stomach suddenly. "Whats wrong?" "Nothing." She says too quickly. Taurus sighs and slips her bag off of her shoulder. "Ive got lunch for both of us. I didnt know what you liked so i just went with peanut butter sandwiches." Grace bites her lip and clutches her stomach again. Taurus widens her eyes and facepalms. "Shit. Youre allergic to peanuts, arent you? Damn it. Why i gotta play around like this? Uh...wait. Ive got just jam. Here." Taurus said panicking a little and handing her the jam sandwich. Grace covered her mouth and tears formed in her eyes. "Oh shit. Are you okay? Do you really hate peanutbutter? Fuck." Taurus swore throwing the sandwich far away. "Taurus... Im.. I cant eat that. Ill get fatter." Taurus clenched her fists. "You... You cant do that! Its not healthy. Grace. Please, your stomach is fucking starving itself." Grace clenched her teeth and turned to Taurus. "Its the only way! You wouldnt understand... Youre naturally tall and skinny and beatiful." Taurus furrowed her eyebrows and bit her lip. "Dont you know... That... Youre perfect just like that? Do you even know how fucking beautiful you are? Ive been stumbling over my words for weeks now, Grace. I really like you," she confesed leaning forward. "Why me? You could have anybody here at this school, why.." She was cut off by the lips that met hers. They kissed awkwardly and Taurus knocked her teeth against Grace's. She pulled away. "Fuck. Sorry. Im terrible at this romance stuff." Grace was shocked and numb, she turned Taurus back to her and kissed her back, this time slower, and not so rushed. The thing that pulled them away was Taurus losing her grip on the bleachers and knocking her chin on the hard wood. Grace covered her mouth and burst out laughing. "Are you okay?" "This isnt cool. Im supposed to be the smooth one. But this is what you do to me, Grace. You do this to me. You make me nervous and gittery and so excited to see you everyday." Grace smiled that gap toothed smile and helped Taurus up from the bleachers. "Now... Will you please eat my sandwich?" Grace giggled and Taurus beamed handing her the sandwich for her to bite out of. Next scene. Kissing, dating, parties, kissing, all kinds of dates Then when Grace's mother confronts her about finding a suitable boy for prom because her image relies on it. Grace wants so badly to please her mother and for her to love her she goes to school the next day and confonts Taurus under the bleachers. "Whats up babe? Is this about that thing in history with the dude hitting on me? Cause i swear to god i shut him down so fast.." Grace held a hand up to silence her. Grace is crying and Taurus is alarmed and she moves forwards to comfort her in the best way she knows how but grace, puts a hand out to stop her. "Whats.. Whats wrong?" Taurus asks very confused. "I... We... My mother says i have to date a boy for a prom because of her image." Taurus is taken aback. "Well.. Good thing youre not going to fall for that bullshit, right?" Grace gives Taurus that look and Taurus' heart skips a beat and stops alltogether. "Oh wow... Shit.." She says taking a seat and holding her head. Grace sinks down to her level and takes her hand. Taurus squeezes it. "I really, really like you... But this is important to my mother.." "And you love your mother too. I.. Its a little hard to accept.. But... I understand.." "I still reslly want to be friends. Please?" Taurus runs a hand through her hair and sighs. "Of course. Ill always be your friend." It goes silent, "How are you going to get a boy?" Taurus asks out of the blue. "Ugh, i know. I dont know the first thing about boys. Im really screwed." Silence. "Okay, since you asked so nicely, ill help you get one." Grace faces her wideeyed. "You reslly mean it?!" "Hey, im not a bitter girlfriend. Ive had my fair share of men, Gracie- fuck i mean Grace." Grace grins and Taurus' heart skips another beat. Grace hugs her from the side. 'This will be harder than she thought' Commence movie operation get the boy for the mom "Okay, so you want to be straight? Are you ready to fake it?" Taurus asks pacing around Grace's chair. Grace nods. "First we need a target. Who do you have your eye on?" "What about Kingsley Ford?" Taurus faces Grace and gives her a dead stare. "Are you in kindergarten Graciecakes? Kingsley is a freshman. Its more than a little illegal." "Calling me names is not helping me be straight, Taurus. Please.." "Sorry. Aim a little higher. Lets go with the same grade?" "Uh... Jaylyn Foster?" "Jaylyn's gay, Grace." "Oh..." Taurus knkws she must target Jeremy. "How about Jeremy Ryans? Hes cute, collected and smart. Plus, hes in your grade." Grace nods and Taurus writes the name on the whiteboard. "Now all we need to do is collect data on him, and then take the big step for you to talk to him. Think you can handle that?" "I think." "Okay, hes a basketball player, baseball player, soccer player, football... Hockey... Hes a sport guy. Think you can relate your convos to sports? Also do you know how to flirt." "Good, now i want you to go and walk into him and drop your books. Guys are suckers for that cliche move." Gracie nods and takes her books and walks into Jeremy. Taurus watches from around the corner. She has bad timing though because hes shouting across the hallway to some of his friends. "Oh sorry, im so clumsy.." "Did you say something? Sorry, I got to go." He apologises and shuts his locker, while stepping on her books in the process. Taurus is in hysterics and is barely on her feet, just laughing so fucking hard its hurting her gut. "You gonna help me?" Taurus wipes her laugh induced tears away and stoops to help her pick up her bootprinted books up. They mark off the white board plans a-e A) walk into him and drop books. B) go to one of his many games "Okay, we briefed before this. I bought the nachos, just go stand by him and offer them up. Think you can handle it?" Taurus asks holding the nachos in one hand. "Im positive." She says and takes the nachos from her. Its a baseball game so hes in the dugout sitting there all sweaty. Hes cheering and shouting at his teamates and then he notices the girl coming towards him. He doesnt make any move to acknowledge her. "Hey, Jeremy. Im Grace, from your homeroom class? You looked hungry, so i got you these." "Oh, shit, wow thanks. You didnt have to do this, Grace, you say... Ive seen you around class. Youre super smart in calculus, huh?" He takes the nachos from her and they continue to talk and Taurus is frowning. "Yep. Ive done pretty well. Youre not too bad yourself.." "You kidding? I suck, im pretty sure im failing it. Say... You wouldnt have any advice to offer me.." "Well, Jeremy.. I think that i can give you a lesson or two... How about it?" Jeremy smiles and nods. "Sure. My dads on my case about these math grades, says i wont make it into any good universities. When are you free?" "How about Thursday at 7?" "Sure. My phone number is 780 96789, you text me your address. Okay" Grace comes back to Taurus and Taurus is playing with her rings on her fingers. "You see that? I guess i didnt need your plans after all." "Yeah.. Youre right. Hey look, Ill leave you alone now, okay? Youve got your boy just like i promised. Ill text you later sometime." "Taurus... You said you wouldnt get all bitter and jealous! We are still friends." "You think this is about Jeremy? My mom needs me at home. Not everyhing is about you." Grace is take aback and crosses her arms. "You sure? Cause the way youve been acting lately, has got me doubting." "I dont care! Okay? We broke up, you want boys now. Whats more to understand?" "Taurus, you know this isnt about me liking them. "Oh yeah sure. You expect me to believe that? You never probably loved me," "That doesnt make any sense! I loved you, okay? I still do! But this is about my mother." "Right, i forgot, youre still trying to please her. Look, just go date Jeremy." "I will. And he'll want to kiss me in public." Taurus is hurt and shakes her head and leaves. Next scene is Grace tutoring Jeremy. He actually does understand it and nothing happens. Sad music playing Next few scenes are Taurus looking at a photo of both her and Grace. Them kissing. Then shes crying and laying down on the bed. Grace is trying to make a move on Jeremy and hes pulling away and just being oblivious. Taurus is watching the re runs with her mother. Grace is looking at photos of her and Taurus and ripping them up. Next scene is jeremy inviting Grace to the party, because shes been such a big help to him. "Yo Grace, you wanna tag along to a party with me?" "When is it? "Its on saturday, me and some friends are going, thought youd wanna come, because youve helped me a whole bunch. How about it?" "Sure. Sure." "Great. See you there. Next scene Grace forgets shes mad at Taurus and texts her the details. 'Jeremy invited me to a party on saturday at Jamie's' 'Wow, hope you have fun.' 'Youre not still mad at me, are you?' 'I hope you can figure that out.' 'Jesus, Taurus, you said you wouldnt be jealous.' 'Go have fun.' Next scene is the before party It shows Grace doing her hair all nice and frilly, and putting on perfume and getting her clothes together. Shes putting on makeup. Next scene shows Jeremy putting on his clothes, making sure his hair looks okay and putting condoms in his pocket. This makes the audience think hes going to have sex with Grace. The next scene shows Taurus looking at their conversation and rubbing her eyes. Shes siting with her mom and her mom has her arm around her daughter and Taurus is just watching tv. The next scene is Grace and Jeremy socializing and having fun and drinking. The next scene is Jeremy telling Grace hes going to the washroom. Grace is sitting there quietly and then she opens her phone and texts Taurus. 'I think we are gonna do it.' Taurus sits up fadt and texts her back. 'Are you sober?' 'Thats a tricky question.' 'Dont move. Im coming." Taurus is driving to the party in her regular street clothing. Grace is still waiting and puts her phone away. She gets up and goes to explore. taurus is there and is walking in through the door. Grace is walking up the stairs and then Taurus sees her through the thick crowd and she has trouble getting through but she does and shes going up the stairs towards her. Grace opens some of the doors and Taurus is up there with her and grabbing her hand. Just then they both see Jeremy making out with Jaylyn. Taurus is shocked and so is Grace. But Grace gasps and Jeremy is startled and Jaylyn is still trying to take his shirt off. grace is ripping her hand out of Taurus' hand and leaving down the stairs fast. Jeremy is pushing Jaylyn away. "Dont worry about it. Ill get her." Taurus reassures and smiles sheepishly at the both of them. She closes the door and the last thing we see of Jeremy is Jaylynn kissing his neck. Taurus runs down the stairs after Grace and finally catches up with her outside and reaches for her arm. "Why are you still here?! Huh? I thought you didnt want to be my friend anymore!" She spits out slurring her words. Taurus furrows her eyebrows, and releases her arm and suddenly Grace is on her knees and bawling. "Go ahead. Tell me. I was an idiot." "Grace... Im not going to say that. Please... Come on. Lets go." Grace doesnt resist as Taurus pulls her up and takes her to her park spot. "Come on. You drank lots, lets get it out of you." They go to the store and she grabs mouthwash and a bottle of water. Theyre at the park and Grace is throwing up and Taurus is there to hold her hair back. Finally Taurus pulls out the mouthwash and gives it to Grace. Then she gives her the water. "Uhhh... Im never gonna drink again..." "You dont mean that. You probably felt like you were on top of the world." "My stomach feels like it was turned inside out... But youre right.." "Im sorry about Jeremy.. I know it meant alot to you. I didnt know he was gay." "Neither did i... I... Im so fucking sorry, Taurus.. You were just looking out for me.." "No.. I was jealous. I was hurt. I didnt want you to date anyone else but i know that was wrong of me." "Youre really great. I would leave if i were you." "Youre not me." Taurus joked kissing grace's head. A moment of silence passed. "Im so gay that even the boys i date are too." Taurus giggled and pulled away both of them turning towards eachother on the bench. "Youre terrible at being straight." Taurus joked. "I know." Said Grace, leaning in and kissing her softly. Next scene is Taurus coming over for a sleepover and this is the second climax. "This is it. Isnt it?" Taurus said to Grace on her way inside her big house, "Its scary to think about but yeah. My mom is out for a while tonight." "Should make it a little easier." "True. Come in." She invited closing the door behind her. They cook that night and kiss some more and suddenly her mom comes home. With a man on her arm and she looks a little tipsy. "Oh. Grace. And... Whos this?" She asks gesturing to Taurus as if shes gum on her shoe. Taurus grits her teeth and is about to speak up but Grace squeezes her hand behind her back. "This is my g- my friend... Tauri. Shes staying the night." "Dont mess up your room... I expect her out by 5 tomorrow, we have a dinner with the mayor. And we dont have a spare room, so youll have to find some way." "Thank you Ms.Feather, im sure we will find some way to manage." Claire doesnt say anything more and lets her man take her away into the other rooms. "Shes...nice." "Shes terrifying." Grace corrects her and Taurus agrees. "Ayways we have the whole night together." "Indeed we do..." Taurus says seductively and closes in on her. Grace wraps her arms around her neck and they kiss. The next day Claire is up and has a horrible hangover and is irritable. Her man is gone and is replaced by Grace's two uncles who do bussiness with her. Grace takes Taurus into the kitchen and is about to make breakfast. "Grace. And..." She trails off. Taurus introduces herself "Taurus Ferron. We met last night." "I dont live in the past dear, come sit." The two uncles are sitting across from one another. "Ferron. Well known name in my line of work. Your brother was a friend of mine." Taurus nods respectably at them and takes a seat across from Grace. "Your uncle Jason here, says he can get you a boy. It will have to be one of his sons. You know Your older cousin Nathaniel." Taurus widens her eyes and in walks Nathaniel as he is called by uncle Jason Nathaniel is a tall slim boy just like Taurus, with no acne and black hair. He wears glasses and has an air of mischief and trickery to him. He wears a suit just like his father. "Why hello, Grace. Nice to meet you again." "Hes perfect for your date, this is really important to me. Hes nice and trained like a good boy should be." Jason gestures for Nathaniel to sit next to Grace and Grace is looking anywhere but Taurus and Nathaniel is slipping his lanky arm around Graces shoulders and Taurus is seething. And then everything stops and Taurus is standing up and confessing that theyre in love with eachother and how could her own mother force her to date her cousin. "Im in love with her! How could you force her to date boys! Let alone her own cousin?" The mother doesnt look surprised just staring at her like shes the scum of the universe. "Grace. How long has this little phase been going on?" Everybody is staring at Grace now and shes looking down shes ashamed. "Grace! Tell her! You cant let her boss you around like this! Shes barely around!" Taurus is practically screaming and now Claire is nodding at Jason's rougher looking brother to escort her out. "Grace! Please! Dont let her do this to you! Your own cousin?! I love you." Taurus is in hyseterics. Grace isnt speaking just covering her face while Nathaniel is slinking his arm around her again. Jason and Claire are just staring at taurus as she tries to wriggle out of the uncles grasp. Although jason is looking with sadness and claire is staring coldly. "Grace!" Shes yelling. But the man has already pushed her out the front door. "Look kid. None of this familys worth it. Tell your brother i said hey." Taurus is running her hand through her hair and breathing heavily trying to calm her mind. Taurus leaves and goes home and cries like she ps never cried before and sad music plays. And It shows Grace having dinner with a snaky Nathaniel who keeps feeling her up. Taurus is laying in her bed sadly. They see each other at school the next day. Grace is covered up with a coat and a scarf. She avoids Taurus' gaze and Taurus is somewhat glad and shes licked her wounds and shes fierce. Taurus focuses on her work and Grace keeps coming to school all covered up. Then one day Grace leaves a note in Taurus' locker and Taurus crumples it up and shoves it in her pockets. She slams her locker and it transitions to the bleachers. Taurus walks there very slowly and Grace is just there hugging her knees to her chest and she doesnt even look up as Taurus gets worried. She gives up her hurt act and runs over to her. "Grace?" She asks "Taurus! Oh god Taurus... Im so fucking sorry." She sobs into Taurus' shirt. "Jesus, Grace. I... Im ok. Are you doing ok?" "I..." Thats when Taurus notices the bruises flowering on her collarbones and her cut lip. And the chesply covered black eye. "What the fuck are those." Taurus asks alarmed and taking off the scarf. "Grace... Who did... Your mother?" "No.. Taurus, it isnt that bad." "Who did this to you?" "Taurus, i called you here to tell you... We cant be together." "What? You think i care about that? I mean obviously i do, but.. I just want you to be safe." "Dont make this harder than this has to be, please Taurus." "Grace... Is pushing me away going to make your mom stop?" "I... Yes.." She whispers. Taurus breathes out. And it shows them pAssing each other in the halls. Them eating lunch in different spots. Taurus graduating and Grace clapping the loudest for her. Taurus taking a year off to just sleep. Grace knocking on her door two years later. "Grace? Holy shit. What happened?" She chokes out. Grace is in rough shape, too skinny and trackmarks going up and down her arm. Her eyes are faraway and her cheeks are sunken in. "She stopped. She finally stopped." Grace tells Taurus. "Im relieved to hear that..." "She kicked me out... Apparently shes enabled me enough.." "Shit. You got a place to stay?" "Nope. But i just want you to know you were right." "Grace... You think i care about being right? I just want you safe... Come. Come stay with me." "I couldnt burden you with that... I fucked up your life." "Grace, you could never fuck it up. Come. We have alot to talk about. Grace staggers in and one year later theyre content. Taurus is going to university classes for medical school Grace is getting off her drugs.

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