#I hope it is obvious that is meant to be a butterfly flapping around...

[along-the-meadow-path]

All the little angels rise up high...

[razorblade180-heated]

Dinner?

[Smut]

It was a regular day at Beacon Academy. A little rain, a tad stuffy, but bearable. Jaune sat on his bed in a white tank top and uniform pants. Being a leader meant he got one less class than his teammates so he could organize their gear and come up with tactics for them. It was sorta a class, but not in the traditional way. Jaune was even sure he got graded on it somehow. The only hard part about it was the occasional bullet that shot into his room from across the hall. You would think Ruby knew how to handle her own sister’s weapons with extreme care.

Jaune nonchalantly wrote down the inventory of ammunition when his dorm room door swung open abruptly. Nora walked with her shoulders slouched, textbooks in her arms, and head held down. The normally energetic plopped the pile of books on her nightstand before belly flopping onto her bed. A mighty scream came from her and bombarded her pretty pink pillow.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Jaune didn’t know how to take that. He slowly put down his pen and paper and got up to shut the door before someone or something got curious. Stray bullets already get in easily. He didn’t need to add people who would be curious about the sound of murder that Nora let out. “Ummm, you okay Nora?”

“School sucks…” she muffled, still face down in the pillow. She felt her mattress sink in slightly. Her head popped up to see Jaune with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re just now figuring that out?” He responded, half jokingly and the other being completely serious. “Tell me what’s wrong. Who do I have to get Pyrrha to beat up?”

Nora chuckled, “you saying I need help beating someone up?”

“That’s a fair point. I don’t know what I was thinking. If it isn’t a person problem, then it’s a school or Ren problem.”

“Is Ren not a person?”

“Not a person you want to beat up or anything like that.”

He got her there. Nora couldn’t imagine hurting a hair on that sleepy ninja’s head, but he was part of a greater problem. “I already said it, school sucks! I thought it would be more...everything! It’s mostly just work though and trying to stay awake! How do people do this for basically two decades!? I’m half a year in and overwhelmed.” She let out a sigh.

It was easy to forget that Ren and Nora fell into the category that didn’t go to combat school or regular school. They simply survived for years until coming here. It was amazing actually. Jaune studied pretty hard and yet his grades were usually right behind there’s. Not to mention his complete lack of combat experience for obvious reasons. Still, he knew what school was, how the game was played. Nora probably only had the perception of tv and books to paint the picture of school. Not the most reliable medium by any means.

“Yeah, school can be a lot to deal with. Honestly you’re doing amazingly. Ren too.”

“Ren is pretty good at most things, except socializing.” Nora said bitterly. “He’s not the best at any social thing really.”

“Then there’s you, the social butterfly.” Jaune watched Nora spring up suddenly. She grabbed him by the shoulders and stared intensely into his eyes.

“That’s just it, I can’t socialize with anyone outside of this team and RWBY! Everyone either doesn’t click well or thinks I’m too much!” She shook him. “I’m stuck in a bubble!”

Jaune grabbed her arms to stop the shaking before he got nauseous. Nora had realized that she might have crossed into “too much” territory again and laughed nervously. “Sorry.

“It’s fine.” He said, holding his stomach for a second. “Is the bubble you’re in bad or something? I mean, it has seven cool people in it.”

Nora narrowed her eyes. “I hope you’re not counting me because it’s my bubble, instead of excluding yourself as a way of saying you’re not cool, right?”

“I don’t think that’s important to this discussion.”

“Hmmm, we’re talking about that later. As soon as Pyrrha and Ren get back from town. They wanted extra tool kits.”

“You didn’t want one?”

“Jaune, it’s raining outside. It just might thunderstorm and I’m a human lightning rod. I’m not about to carry metal tools in the rain, then get on an airship.”

Jaune made a mental note to stand so far away from Nora if a situation happened where they are caught in a thunderstorm. Nora finally kicked off her shoes and undid the shirt ribbon. Nora also flung off her blazer and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt. Today was just too stuffy for the multiple layers of restraint. Even if the uniforms were cute. She breathed a deep sigh of relief, finally more comfortable. At the corner of her eye, she caught Jaune’s eyes dip down for a split second before looking away. “Huh…”

“What?” Jaune said as he turned back around.

“Nothing, just thinking. Anyways, I guess I had this grand vision of school. Tons of friends, classes that weren’t boring, sports, guys flirting with me; maybe even a girl or two as a shock value.”

Jaune raised an eyebrow. “I thought you liked-”

“No! Well, it would be nice admittedly, but Ren is doing his own thing and I’m doing mine. If he wanted to date me then he would’ve done it ages ago.” Nora sighed. Clearly she was a little bothered by that fact. She leaned backwards and did that weird sound whenever a person’s lips flap real fast. Jaune followed suit by laying next to her and mimicked the noise.

“If it makes you feel better, school isn’t panning out exactly how I wanted to either.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better Jaune. It just means we’re both unsatisfied, you dummy.” She elbowed him. “You’ll get the hang of combat. The best is training you.”

“I know but it isn’t just that. I’m fine with our friend group, but I do wish I could not look like a complete joke to my fellow peers at all times.”

“Confidence is key.”

“Ugh, you sound like my dad. Confidence is in short supply when you always try and whiff, terribly.”

“Weiss…?” Nora hesitantly said.

“I was still talking about things in general but yeah sure, we can stab the sore spot.”

“Sorry.”

“Eh, it’s fine. It doesn’t bother me that much anymore. I was a little annoying. I can admit that.”

“Yeah… but she’s also just kinda rude to you. I think you could do way better than the ice queen. I mean you’re handsome and tall. Sure you’re dorky, but-”

“Wait wait wait, you think I’m handsome?” Jaune questioned. He wasn’t expecting her to say that.

“Of course, do...do you not think that?” Nora watched Jaune shrug his shoulders in confusion. “What do you mean you don’t know!?”

“No one has ever told me that so I just sort of assumed wasn’t or average I guess.”

“Are you trying to tell me that your seven sisters and mother have never called you handsome?”

Jaune rolled his eyes playfully. “We both know that doesn’t count.”

She nodded. Nora just had to make sure. “Yeah well anyways, I think you’re handsome. I’m sure other people do too.” Both of them stopped talking for a moment. Nora fidgeted with her fingers while toying with a thought that was at the forefront of her mind. “What about me? Being beautiful, I mean.”

“Oh that’s easy, of course you’re beautiful. Anyone would have to be crazy to think otherwise.”

“I don’t see any boys trying their luck. Maybe I really am just a lot to deal with?”

“If someone likes you then it isn’t ‘dealing’ at all. It’s accepting and loving that individual for who they are.”

“W...wow, that was unexpectedly deep. So, you don’t ‘deal’ with me or think I’m too much?” For some reason, Nora was nervous about his response.”

“Sure you’re energetic, but like you said, I have seven sisters. I’m used to being energetic and bubbly. You like having fun and it’s not your fault sitting still is hard when you’ve been on the go all your life. I think you’re just fine Nora. I wish I could have half of your enthusiasm. Now that’s real confidence.”

A bright pink blush came across her face. That had to be the sweetest thing someone has told her. Nora felt so moved by it. “Thank…” she said, the words slipping out. “I think you’re pretty great too. Ever since initiation.”

Jaune cringed, “I was constantly flying through the air for one reason or another. How did you get the impression of me being great.”

“You didn’t run away. You stood by us, planned for victory, and even fended off some attacks. I knew I saw a fearless leader from the get go. I’m glad to be on your team.” Nora smiled.

Now Jaune was blushing a little and “thanks…” was also all he could say too. The two turned to look at each other quietly, their eyes fixated on one another.

“Jaune, by any chance, do you think I’m physically attractive. As in my body.” She wasn’t sure why she was asking the question after the glance earlier but she just had to hear him say it.

“I do.” Jaune stuttered, “You a- are very attractive.”

“What part?”

“Huh!?” His heart started racing. “What’s with the sudden game of twenty questions?”

Nora sat up and pulled Jaune up with her. Nora grabbed his shoulders again and positioned herself on top of his lap. The two of their faces were now crimson. Nora dragged her hand down to Jaune’s chest and felt his heart race and he shivered a little bit. “I like your chest the most I think. I can tell you’re training seriously. Try not to get too buff though. You can move your hands too, to what catches your eye the most.”

Jaune wasn’t sure what to do. His hands felt like stun until the sound of Nora giggling lightly snapped him into action. This was fine. This was going to be fine. Jaune thought about it for a moment. Hips, thighs, toned stomach, a chest that basically rivaled Yang. There wasn’t a bad part of Nora anywhere. Jaune finally settled on her thighs though, before his hands went further up to Nora’s butt. She let out a yelp by surprise. It was really cute.

“Funny, I thought you’d go for tits.”

“It was a really hard decision.”

Nora shifted closer to Jaune. Their blush increased. Nora could absolutely feel something poking her thigh. “It’s not the only hard thing either.” She took her left hand and grabbed her leader’s clothed shaft. It didn’t stop him from letting out a subtle groan, or throbbing. Nora bit her lip softly. Jaune was turned on, and it was for what she was doing. “Want me to help with your confidence?” Nora said, her voice slightly shaking and fueled with teenage desire.

“Are...you actually okay with-” He was cut off by Nora’s lips. She pushed against him freely until Jaune started pushing back, slipping his tongue in eagerly. His grip on Nora’s ass got firmer while she started wrinkling his shirt. It was impossible to deny they were both horny for each other. The kiss unfortunately ended to get air.

“Confidence rule number one: Don’t second guess a woman who’s grabbing your dick and asking you to touch her; hell yeah I’m sure…” she put her arms around his neck and claimed his lips again. It wasn’t long after that her hips moved back and forth on their own. Jaune let out a grunt Nora didn’t know he could make. She pulled back again and puffed out her chest. Jaune got the hint and made quick work of her shirt, then removed his. Seeing Nora wearing a frilly pink bra wasn’t something he thought would be happening today, but here he was. Her entire body radiated heat and looked soft, despite the power that it held.

“Does Mr. Seven sisters know how to remove a bra, or does he need help?” She egged on.

“Let’s not bring up my family while I’m doing this.” Jaune’s hands went to the strap. It took a couple seconds but it unclasped without fail. The fabric was removed and gave Jaune the sight of Nora’s boobs. The orbs were definitely rivaling Yang’s and Nora’s light pink, slightly puffy nipples made him very anxious. It felt like staring at a goddess. Nora took his hand and placed it on the right one. Jaune’s fingers sunk into the soft mound immediately. He started slowly groping and massaging it, earning a gasp the most his index finger traced around Nora’s nipple.

“They’re sensitive…” she gasped again, feeling his other hand come to keep the left one company. Jaune pushed them together and kept rubbing them firmly. Nora could only whimper as Jaune kissed her again. His tongue was invited in again to claim Nora’s mouth without fail. The grinding became more and more difficult to handle as Jaune and Nora kept their liplock. Minutes passed by before Jaune fealt Nora breath heavenly against his chest until her legs clenched and let out a whimper more intense than the others.

“Mmmmmmhhhh~” Nora started to calm down a little before realizing what just happened. She broke the kiss to see Jaune stunned. His pants were stained, heavily. Not to mention her underwear. Nora covered her face,“sorry, I have a short fuse.” She confessed. “I can still go for sure but...I didn’t think I’d get this wet so fast.”

She got off of Jaune quickly and removed the rest of her clothing. Being completely naked was less embarrassing than what already happened. Except for removing her panties. Strands of her arousal clung to the fabric briefly and ran down her thighs. The way Jaune was hypnotized by the glistening pink flower only made her body feel hotter. Therefore, keeping her wet for him. But Nora needed to do something first.

The beautiful woman walked back over to her leader and got on the bed with her hands and knees. She gave Jaune a quick kiss before leaning him back and pulling off his soiled pants. Jaune couldn’t say a word as he watched Nora pull down his boxers, springing his erect cock straight up. Nora marveled at the six inch phallus. Jaune let out another groan as she grabbed it, slowly jerking it. “Do you like that?” Nora moaned.

“Yes…” Jaune had never been this excited before. “I love it…”

“Then you’ll love this.” Nora kissed the base of his shaft, sucking lightly on it as she slid her tongue up to the tip, then wrapped her mouth around the whole thing.

“Nora!” Jaune gasped. Nora eagerly sucked and slurped on her leader's dick. Her tongue swirled around it and she held his heavy balls. The vibrations of Nora moans and his leg twitch every time she sucked a little harder on the tip told her that Jaune wasn’t gonna last long. She was hungry, craving his taste. Nora’s free hand made its way down to slide inside herself as Jaune placed a hand on top of her head. Her heart started racing faster and her mind zoned out as his hips rose to meet Nora’s soft lips. Nora took him all the down her throat one more time before the man reached his limit. Jaune groaned in ecstasy as he shot ropes of his pent up cum down Nora’s throat. The girl never stopped her assault. Nora slowly bobbed her head and sucked as much seed as she could, reveling in the sounds of Jaune being pleasured like he never had before. Nora finally came all the way, licking his sensitive tip clean as her lustful eyes met his. She ran her finger across her lips and went back to slowly jerking his still very hard erection.

Nora gave a smile full of pride. “You should see your face. You’re as red as Ruby's cape.”

Jaune didn’t doubt it. He was still catching his breath. “Nora, That was...fuck. Why are you so good at that?”

Nora played with her, a little embarrassed by the question. “You may have filled my mind a few times when I was alone in the shower. I’m living out those thoughts right now.”

“You think about me?”

“Like I said, I think you’re pretty handsome. I know we’re both new at this but our first round should last longer now that-eep!” Nora yelped. Jaune had pulled her leg unexpectedly and put her underneath him. His left hand put both of hers above her head slowly, before holding them down by interlocking his fingers with her own. Nora quivered as Jaune’s fingers spread her open and rubbed her soaked entrance. A single digit slid in to be immediately wrapped by immense tightly. Nora craned her neck up, letting Jaune kiss and nip along the tender skin and collarbone.

“Jaune~” Nora moaned. Her body never felt so hot. “Don’t tease me, I want it. I want you.”

Jaune was ready to fulfill that wish, but a single thought bothered him. “I know we talked about that first rule but you’re safe right? I don’t have protection”

“Hehehe, relax, it’s a safe day. Kudos on asking though.” Jaune smiled and gave her a gentler kiss. The fact that he did that after what her mouth was just on only made her heart flutter. “Please fuck me already…” The heat from his length pressing against Nora made her feel so weak in the best way possible. She could break out of this pin so easily but had no intention on doing so. Slowly the tip pressed into her. Inch by inch made her breathe quicken as a feeling more electric than lightning shot through her in waves until Jaune was buried inside her constricting walls. Then sensation of their skin against each other only made things more intense. “I feel so full…” Nora whimpered. There was no real resistance with how wet she was.

Jaune dared not to move immediately. This feeling was way too much. The soaked heat of Nora’s walls beckoned him to move through with intense lust. “Nora! You’re so tight!” Jaune rocked his hips forward and could only moan with Nora. She had gotten tighter.

“Jaune! Move!” Nora cried out. She didn’t need to ask twice. Jaune tried to go slowly but couldn’t help himself to start thrusting into Nora’s pussy to the point wet slaps echoed through the room. Jaune released her hands and Nora pulled him into yet another makeout session that could hopefully contain her from screaming. It didn’t do much with Jaune grabbing her waist. He got up on his knees while raising it. Nora could barely see the look of lust on Jaune’s face passed her boobs, but felt him as his dick started ramming straight into her and pressing against her womb.

“Ah fuck! Jaune! Y-You’re-aaaah!” Nora couldn’t think. She could only feel the pleasure Jaune was giving, her own arousal dripped down onto and coated Jaune’s dick; spurring him on to keep making her bed rock. Nora could feel herself getting closer to the edge. It felt as if a knot inside of her was getting pulled tighter and tighter. Every thrust, every touch, every noise; it slowly kept stacking up to the point her nails dug into sheets in a desperate attempt to cling on to anything. Until finally…

“JAUNE!” She snapped. Nora’s orgasm hit her body like a train, tensing up her entire body and gripping Jaune until he couldn’t take it anymore. Despite their earlier talk, Jaune pulled out and came right on Nora. Unleashing thick beads of white that reached to her chest, all the way down to her throbbing red soaked pussy. It was still quivering and leaking like a faucet, but her attention was too busy focused on controlling her breathing and feeling Jaune’s hot load on her skin. Nora got some off with her finger and let Jaune watch her lick it like a dessert. “You came on me.” She gasped, trying to breathe right.

“Yeah.” Jaune gasped as well. “Better...safe than sorry.”

“I guess, but…” Nora kept her legs spread. Gently she rubbed her clit as her face was gaining the same level of red from earlier. “I wanted my leader to mark me up. “ Nora could see how much Jaune’s dick was still throbbing, excited her. Both were thinking the same thing, one more round. They knew their teammates could come in at any time but they didn’t care.

“I’ll mark you this time. Jaune said, getting excited at the idea. It got even better when Nora turned around. His teammate got on all fours and rested on her forearms. She looked back at him, waving her magnificent ass enticingly to get what she wanted, Jaune back inside of her.

“You said my ass was your favorite part right?” She lightly painted. Nora watched Jaune get right behind her and teasingly rub his tip to tease her, before spreading her out again. “Ah! It feels bigger like this!” Her pussy kept spasming and Jaune’s hands gripping her ass only made her want to cum faster. Jaune began thrusting into her yet again. The wet slapping of his hips crashing into her again made Nora’s arms want to give out. “More~” she moaned, arching her back further. Nora was about to drop her entire upper body down to the mattress but Jaune had other plans. His strong arms went under Nora’s and squeezed her breasts. Jaune made her stand on her knees while he did the same, fucking her deep. Jaune pinched her nipples enough to make her jolt. Nora’s head leaned back on his chest and she could only look up at him as she squirmed.

“You’re so sexy.” Jaune moaned. His right hand traces her gorgeous body down to her clit. Nora wasn’t ready to feel him press up against the hood of her swollen clit.

“Ahhh! Jaune!” Nora reached up and all but guided his tongue into her mouth with a kiss that could only be described as lustful. Any decency left was completely abandoned as Jaune and Nora held that position. All of her buttons were being pushed and they all made her tighten around Jaune’s cock . Jaune felt her ooze down his shaft. Knowing how good he made her was a high he didn’t know he needed until now. To think Nora Valkyrie would be into him was like a dream he didn’t wanna wake from. Jaune broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, “I’ve thought about you too.” He said, kissing her ear.

Nora whimpered and whined when she felt him pound harder after his confession. His hands held her firmer in place. She was sure he’d leave red marks all over her. “Am I as good as you hoped?”

“Better, you’re so much better Nora!” He could himself reach the end of his rope. “Fuck I’m gonna cum!”

“Give it to me! Cum in your teammate. She’s cumming for you!” Nora gasped, sweaty and on the edge again. Jaune captured her lips again to control their moans. He got several more blissful thrusts before he hilted himself in her, climaxing. The sudden warm feeling of Jaune unloading inside Nora pushed her over the edge and made her walls squeeze down on the shift to get all Jaune had to give. The two held each other tight, shivering as their shared orgasm went through their bodies. Jaune slowly kept rocking his hips to draw it out as he made out with Nora. The two finally fell over. Jaune caught himself so not to crush Nora underneath him. She could still feel him inside as they desperately caught their breath.

“That was...everything!” Nora tiredly laughed. “Hot damn, I’ve never felt like that before.”

“Same here.”He kissed the nape of his neck and laughed.

Nora felt Jaune slowly start to pull out her. The sensation still gave her chills beyond belief. Her high sex drive was working over time. What surprised her though was the slow plunge but into her. Nora gasped, turning around to see Jaune still breathing heavy, but with eyes that adored her. “Let me too this time.”

Jaune smiled and got off of her. Nora felt like she couldn’t move fast enough to straddle Jaune again and spread herself on him. She made Jaune lay on his back again and his hands grabbed hips, while Nora leaned forward to put her hands on his chest. Jaune was mesmerized by the view of Nora’s flushed body as she began riding him. Her boobs bounced up and down in a rhythm of slamming down onto his cock. Nora’s toned thighs were on display too. It wasn’t long before leaned back and groped one of her boobs, giving Jaune a shown.

“I’m not gonna last long.” Jaune groaned, thrusting up into her. He missed pressing against her womb. “Fuck~”

Nora smiled devilishly. Her hands went through her hair to give Jaune a perfect view of everything. It fired her up to see his eyes fixated on watching her envelope his twitching erection. She wasn’t gonna last long either. “Just a few more minutes!” Nora moaned, closing her eyes and biting her lip. “Let me ride my leader's cock a little longer.”

Jaune could tell Nora really got off from being on the same team. Truthfully, he could completely understand. The two only lasted two more minutes at best before having their final orgasm. Nora felt her energy drain, laying right on Jaune’s chest. This time she felt him slide out all the way. He is most likely soft again. Nora looked up to see Jaune absolutely tired. His hair was sticking to his forehead and everything. Jaune reached over the side of the bed to feel around for his pants. Once he found it, he pulled out his scroll and started texting.

“Who are you texting?” Nora asked.

“A leader should maximize his time and take advantage of opportunities. I just texted Pyrrha and Ren the list I made of ammunition we need.” He smiled when they texted back with a thumbs up. “There, now we don’t have to move for awhile.” Jaune sunk into the bed while Nora laughed.

“So….umm, is this a regular thing now?” She asked. “I know you just kinda threw you into this.”

“You really did, I mean you could’ve at least bought me dinner first.” He joked, holding her close. “You know you should really have more confidence.”

“Oh ha ha, I can’t believe I’m dating a wise guy. Italian?”

“Hell yeah. Just let me lay here for a second.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

The two comfortably enjoyed the afterglow of their surprised sex session. Across the room, the leader of their sister team could only stare at a blank piece of paper, too flushed by all the sounds she heard.

“Stupid Jaune.” She thought, covering her face. “And he thought gunshots were loud!?”

[faulty-writes]

Warning: Mentions of Anxiety, Panic Attack.

Fandom: My Hero Academia 

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x ClassB!Student 

[ Alright, so life has been a tad crazy for me lately. My anxiety has been pretty much all over the place. I get a little angry that anxiety isn’t taken more seriously and is simply looked at as something “everyone has” which is both true and false. Regardless, I love soft Bakugou, and though this originally started as a simple drabble project. It turned into this, so I hope you enjoy and remember, your feelings are valid! Bakugou will tell you that himself if you choose to read. ] 

[ After a hard day of school, your anxiety is triggered, and though Class A and B had planned a hangout session. You regrettably can’t make it, as your panic attack happens, Katsuki Bakugou is told to check on you. What follows might hint that he has more of a soft spot than you originally thought. ] 

Katsuki wasn't the best at comforting others, in fact when he realized you were having a panic attack. He almost wanted to leave, almost. But, the way you latched onto him. Begging him to stay, he couldn’t ignore your obvious cry for help. Maybe it was due to the fact his heroic side couldn’t deny knowing someone was in pain, and if there was something he could do to fix it, he would. But, that didn’t stop him from letting out a frustrated sigh. "Fine! I'll stay...damn it," he growled the words before taking a seat on your bed.

You turned to look at him, you were a fellow hero though you were placed in Class B. It wasn’t unusual for Class A and B to spend time in one another’s dormitory. In this case, Class A had suggested a hang out date. Nothing too fancy, and the students of your class seemed to enjoy the idea with the compromise that it be held in the Class B dormitory. There was little objection and things went as planned, unfortunately, it seemed your anxiety was bothering you. Your day hadn’t gone right and by the time you returned home from class, your head was spinning.

Memories from the past came to haunt you as well as your own negative thoughts, which seemed to drag you down enough to the point where you lied to your fellow classmates. You had told them you simply weren’t feeling well and that you’d join in on the fun next time, in all truth, you walked straight to your bedroom and hid under the covers. Your face buried in your pillow as your breathing became more rapid and that fear, that certain panic that came along with the anxiety attack increased. Which left you feeling helpless for the moment, soft whimpers escaped as tears began to trail down your cheeks.

Though you knew of certain breathing exercises that claimed to calm anxiety, you found that nothing truly worked and often just let the panic attack run its course. But, as it were, your classmates and fellow students seemed to care more about your well-being than you thought. Which in a way made you feel better, however, you hadn’t expected Katsuki Bakugou to knock on your door. You nearly screamed when the knock sounded, followed by his usual commanding and angry voice. Part of you wasn’t surprised that Neito had a dislike toward Class A, as you found their class to be filled with a little too much personality.

But, nonetheless, you found yourself getting out of bed. Your face still wet from your tears and you attempted to dry them with the use of your blanket, “Open the door, dumbass!” Katsuki snapped and you let out a groan, but you knew Katsuki was more or less known for his impatience and anger. When you finally opened the door, you took note of the casual outfit the angry blond wore. A simple black shirt and loose-fitting sweatpants. He wore no shoes or socks and had his arms crossed with an annoyed expression on his face.

“The rest of the extras wanna know if you’re alright. Not that I give a damn,” he said, which you assumed was his version of inquiring something nicely. You pressed your lips together, originally wanting to lie to the fellow first-year. But, as soon as you tried to speak, a soft whimper came and you immediately clasped your hands over your mouth. Katsuki raised his eyebrow, “The hell was that?!” he demanded, bringing his arms down to his sides where his hands curled into fists.

His eyes were narrowed as if he were trying to see through you, however you, on the other hand, shook your head and went to grab the door handle. “N-Nothing! I-I’m fine, Bakugou just-” before you could finish your sentence, you let out a cry and covered your eyes. Katsuki didn’t hesitate to use his quirk, his hand was firmly pressed against the door and smoke seeped from underneath his palm. You groaned and rubbed your eyes before looking back at him, that quirk of his created some bright explosions.

“Shut the hell up! Do you think you can lie to me like that and I won’t notice?! I’m not a dumbass like the rest of these extras! You can fool them, but you can’t fool me! Damn it!” he snapped as he stepped into your room, completely ignoring the fact he wasn’t even invited in. He then slammed the door behind him, which caused you to jump. You were almost tempted to run and try to open the door again, but Katsuki was already cornering you. A cry left your lips when you hit your bed and fell onto it, quickly you sat up and gave Katsuki the best glare you could muster.

“W-What are you doing?!” you squeaked out, bringing your hands up to your chest. You were already scared because of the anxiety, but with Katsuki’s actions added on top of that? Your body was trembling and your eyes threatened to spill more tears. You watched as Katsuki’s angry expression faded, maybe tears were his weakness. Either way, the fact that he was able to see through your lie was a tad impressive.

“Pff, fine. I’ll just leave, you’re fine even though you’re lying. Not my damned problem!” he said before he turned his back to you. “W-Wait!” you hadn’t meant to cry out, nor did you mean to suddenly jump up and grab the back of his shirt. “Eh?!” he turned his head to look over his shoulder at you, it was clear he was annoyed by your sudden antics. You ignored his stare and glanced down, loosening your grip on his shirt.

“P-Please don’t go.” the words came out of your mouth in a hushed whisper, but Katsuki heard you well enough. Which is what led you to sit next to each other on the bed, you sniffled before leaning forward. Burying your face into Katsuki’s shoulder which caused a surprised gasp to leave him and he could feel your tear-stained cheeks soaking into the fabric of his shirt. His jaw tightened, he almost wanted to scream. But, when you muttered the words, "I...feel...scared," his expression dropped.

"Mm…well we're all scared, part of being a hero is pushing past your damn fears and being courageous but…" his hands curled in his lap and the sound of your hard breathing echoed through the room. He groaned and lifted his arms, wrapping each one around you with the intended hope it'd calm your breathing. Such action took you by surprise and you lifted your head, looking at Katsuki with wide eyes. His lips were turned up, and a pink hue colored his cheeks. His eyebrow twitched before he tilted his head, focusing his attention to the floor.

Then, he spoke, "You know, your feelings, whatever you call'em...Well I guess they are valid so, uh, don't be afraid to tell anyone when your anxiety is bothering you.'' he said, more like growled before he lifted his head up. His eyes narrowed on you, though you could see your own sad and unsure reflection in those red pupils. "If they ignore or just plain act like they don’t care, well I'd love to kick their ass, but overall, well maybe it just shows how ignorant they are," he said as he glanced to the side, you noticed his cheeks were growing darker in color.

Frankly, you were shocked that Katsuki even cared, you had expected him to push you away. Maybe use his quirk to keep you at bay, instead, you were treated with comfort and concern. Maybe Katsuki truly had a soft spot for others, at least you hoped. It certainly seemed that way, you sniffled before bringing your hands up. Your fingers lightly curled into his shoulder and you noticed the dark spot on his shirt where you had previously buried your head, you knew your cheeks were still wet. Katsuki shyly glanced back over, his eyes widening as he saw a faint smile come to your face.

He looked lost a moment before he growled, "What the hell are you smiling for?!" he demanded, almost as if he weren't used to such a positive response in regards to his presence. "D-Don’t think I'm soft or anything! I...I just wouldn't make fun of someone who has…well anxiety, a mental disorder, whatever the hell you wanna call it!" he snapped before looking away once more, his arms slightly trembling. "I…I'd never do that to you...I can't say the same thing about shitty extras though. You always hear the same thing from them, it doesn't matter how you feel because everyone has anxiety, sure.” he couldn’t help but roll his eyes, his teeth scraping together before he continued.

“Maybe everyone experiences it, but some have it worse than others and, well, it's not something that…should be ignored," he muttered the last few words, feeling his stomach twist and the nervous flapping of butterfly wings come. His eyebrow twitched and he squirmed at the unusual feeling, "Bakugou…are you-" he cut off your sentence with an absurd, "I'm fine...d-dumbass!" his voice was soft but, there was some uncertainty to it. He took a deep breath before retracting his arms from around you, something that made you miss his warmth. But, you were quickly distracted as you watched him rise from the bed.

His back was to you, which you found a little rude. Why would he suddenly get up like that? Unknown to you, Katsuki had a hand pressed to his chest. The other was at his side and his fingers were loosely pressing into his palm. He couldn’t make sense of the harsh fast-paced echo of his heartbeat, which he felt against the center of his palm. His jaw was clenched, confused at his own reaction. Regardless, he lowered his hand and curled both of them into tight fists. You took note of how those fists trembled and though you wanted to say something, you decided against it.

"A common problem shouldn't be ignored," Katsuki's sudden words caught you off-guard, "What?" you questioned, leaning the upper half of your body forward. Your hand outstretched and though, you should have expected it. You gasped when Katsuki suddenly spun around to face you, his hand took yours with a firm grip. You looked at him for a split second before he jerked his arm back, the force of which pulled you up from the bed. You stumbled over your feet but Katsuki welcomed your presence as you collided with his chest. His arm came to wrap around your shoulders and he pulled you close.

"U-Uh…" you could feel your face heat up as you realized you were trapped. Nuzzled against Katsuki's chest, the faint hint of sweat mixed with cedar reached your nose and caused your nostrils to twitch. Your anxiety under control for the moment as it was now replaced with what you could only classify as the best nervous feeling someone could have. You shivered when he buried his face into the crook of your neck, the soft touch of his lips brushed against your skin. "A common problem shouldn't be ignored," he repeated, his voice slightly muffled.

"We should address it because of the fact it's a common problem, but some fuckers…like to be damn ignorant about it!" he hissed and his arm tightened around you as if you weren't already as physically close as you could be with him. You could feel his hot breath against your skin as he let out another sigh and proceeded to lean back, releasing his hold on your hand. “Look,” he began, his eyes narrowing on you once more which was slightly intimidating. Still, you couldn’t seem to tear your gaze away from him. You stiffened when you felt his hands grab your shoulders and a smirk came to his face.

You assumed he was happy that he had captured your attention, his expression turned into something more serious just before he spoke, “Since I’m the only one that sees through those pathetic lies of yours, even if...we’re not in the same class...you can come to me whenever you feel like you need to.” he said, his words ending with a growl. “That’s not an invitation to come bother me whenever you feel like it!” you almost wanted to roll your eyes, why did he feel the need to clarify that? “Hey, look at me when I’m talking, damn it!” you hadn’t realized you had looked away, maybe you were too lost in your own thoughts.

Still, you turned your attention back on him as he requested, his eyes were slit and his eyebrows knit together. “What the hell was I saying...dumbass making me lose track…” he muttered and turned his head, his eyes drifting back and forth before he remembered. “If you have a panic attack or feel anxiety, whatever you wanna call it. Come find me and well, I’ll do the best I can, guess that’s all a hero can do. I’ll kick the ass of the person that made you feel that way...if there is a person that made you feel that way... the point is! Don’t go lying and make yourself believe your feelings are invalid! That’s not how emotions work, damn it. Your feelings are always valid!” he snapped before dropping his hands.

He groaned and reached up, rubbing the back of his neck. You noticed his cheeks were tinted pink again, was he embarrassed? That was almost amusing, but you latched onto your lip to prevent yourself from laughing. “Just...remember that!” he snapped again, which caused you to jump and lean back, “Uh...yeah! I’ll...keep that in mind,” you said sheepishly before turning to look at your bed, the sheets were a mess and the pillows were carelessly tossed around. Still, you sighed and proceeded to sit back down which earned you a strange look from Katsuki.

“What are you doing?” he questioned as he crossed his arms, you had the feeling he was trying to shake off whatever embarrassment he felt. You shrugged, “Sitting?” you responded before taking a breath, “Look Bakugou...thank you for...comforting me, that was really nice of you. Heroic even, I know we’re supposed to be heroes and we mainly look out for others. But, it's nice to know I have someone like you that looks out for me when I need it. I appreciate that.” you said, snickering as Katsuki’s eyebrows went up. Clearly, he was surprised to hear such a thing coming from you. He looked down, covering his mouth a brief moment before clearing his throat.

“Yeah well…” it was almost amusing to see him struggle with his words, “Y-You’re...welcome,” he responded, and once more you were reminded he wasn’t used to such positivity. You brought your hands together, your elbows rested against your thighs. “So...are you going to go back?” you questioned, “Hm?” Katsuki tilted his head, almost as if he didn’t understand the question, “To the hangout, I mean aren’t Kirishima and Denki waiting for you?” you questioned as you pointed a lazy finger toward your door. “Ah.” Katsuki’s posture stiffened as he thought about his idiot friends.

Yeah, they were waiting for him and if he didn’t leave soon, they’d track him down like they were the guidance counselor, Hound Dog. “Pff...yeah, they’ll probably come looking for me, so what?!” they were annoying, but not a threat. “So, don’t you want to, you know…” you trailed off, somehow you got the feeling Katsuki didn’t want to leave. “I’m alright now, you said it yourself. I can always come to you when something like this happens again,” you assured him as you once more rose from the bed and hesitantly reached over to place your hand on his shoulder.

“Maybe I’ll come out later just, I want some time to fully calm down.” that borderline feeling of fear still coursed through you and though Katsuki had helped ease most of it. Maybe you could finally try those breathing exercises to completely calm yourself. Katsuki faintly growled as you guided him to the door and opened it, you took note that the wood still had a dark burn mark thanks to his quirk. It would be interesting trying to explain that to your teacher, but for the moment it wasn’t a big concern for you. Katsuki stared down the hallway before turning back to you, he reached over and lightly grabbed your shirt collar.

“You better show your face later! Damn it or I’ll come back here and-” before he could finish, you nodded and pushed against his chest. “Yes! I’ll be out later, I promise. Thank you for your help Bakugou.” you said as you gently shoved him out the door and closed it. Pressing your back against it, you tried to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

Nothing like this had ever happened to you before, usually, you suffered alone in your own division with your anxiety. But, could this have opened an opportunity for you to actually open up about it and to Katsuki Bakugou of all people? You weren't sure how you felt about it, but one thing was for sure. You felt happy that someone finally seemed to understand the way your anxiety made you feel and even more so, tried to make you feel better.

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Imagine Rose and Daphne’s first kiss at the beach

Word Count: 1,266

It was the day after the Met Gala. Everyone had met at Lou's place around noon to discuss and toast to their success, the celebration stretching for hours. It wasn't until the sun was starting to go down that there was a lull in the conversation.

"Lou." Daphne said suddenly.

Lou turned towards her in acknowledgement, and Daphne pointed a perfectly manicured finger towards the window. "There's a beach out there."

"I am aware." Lou said, amused at the obvious statement.

"Do you own it?"

"Some of it."

"Oh, I love private beaches." Daphne slid off the counter she had been perched on. "I'm going out there."

"It's almost dark." Leslie chimed in.

"Haven't you people ever heard of the golden hour? And there's supposed to be an absolutely gorgeous full moon tonight." She turned to Rose, running her hand down her arm and interlacing their fingers. "You should come with me."

Rose was startled, to say the least, and looking down at their clasped hands she hoped desperately that her palms wouldn't start to sweat. It was a rather embarrassing nervous habit. "I... Right now?"

"Yea!" Daphne flashed her trademark dazzling smile, and Rose had a hard time pulling her eyes away from those luscious lips. "It'll be a date."

Before Rose could question what exactly Daphne meant - a date? Like a date-date? Romantically? - She was being pulled out of the kitchen and towards the door. Daphne stopped and backtracked for a moment.

"We'll be needing this." She said to the group, grabbing a half full glass of champagne off the counter. Without another word, she was out the door, dragging Rose in her wake.

Outside, Rose noticed, there wasn't a dock or anything of that sort. Harsh concrete gave away to soft beach sand rather suddenly, with little plants spotting the beach for only a short length before stretching into pristine white dunes. Except now, illuminated by the sun setting, the dunes seemed to glow a soft orange.

"Oh goodness, hold on a sec." Daphne grabbed Rose's shoulder for balance and leaned down to remove her shoes. "I can't exactly go treading through the sand in 6 inch heels, can I?" Rose did her best to remain still. She briefly thought of reaching a hand out to Daphne's waist, just to steady her, but banished the thought away. After a moment, Daphne straightened and carefully set her heels on the threshold where concrete met sand. She flexed her toes and rolled her ankles, sighing in relief.

"God, those were killing me. You know, you should take your shoes off too. I'd hate to see them get ruined, they look so damn good on you."

Rose looked down at her flats. They were her favorite pair. Floral patterned, and surprisingly comfortable. After a moment she slipped them off and placed them next to Daphne's. Daphne took her hand once again and lead them down the beach to the water's edge. They were standing so close, their shoulders were almost touching. Rose could swear there was a buzz of electricity between them.

Daphne was trying to pull the cork from the champagne bottle. It wouldn't be too hard, as it was already opened, but it still took her a moment.

"We didn't bring any glasses."

The cork came free with a pop. "That's alright. We can share." She took a drink from the bottle, the glass sparkling in the dying sun as she brought it to her lips. Then she passed it to Rose, who took a more timid sip.

"It's so beautiful." Daphne said quietly.

"What?"

"The sunset. The ocean. Sometimes I get so caught up in..." She made a swirling gesture with her hand. "All this. The celebrity life. The glam, the make up, all the fake shit. I forget to appreciate things like this."

"Oh." Rose said simply. If she was being honest, she forgot to appreciate things like this too. Life just gets in the way sometimes. Or, in this particular case, a stunningly charismatic and attractive model. Rose had hardly been able to take her eyes off of Daphne all day, enraptured by her laugh, the way her eyes sparkled. But now she did, looking out across the sea to share in the appreciation. Daphne was right. The sun was almost gone, streaking the sky with red that faded to a deep purple, and then the beginnings of night. Every small wave sparkled with the reflection, and standing at the edge like this, waves lapping at their feet, it seemed to stretch on forever. It was enchanting.

"Wanna go skinny dipping?"

The spell of tranquility shattered around Rose. "Oh no, absolutely not." She refused, adamantly shaking her head.

Daphne threw her head back in a laugh. "I was only joking. I knew you'd say no."

"I guess I'm pretty predictable, then." Rose said.

"No, not predictable, just..." She pursed her lips, trying to find the right words. "Easy to read."

"Well that's even worse!" Rose exclaimed.

"No it's not!"

"Yes, it is."

Daphne crossed her arms over her chest. "How?"

" 'Cause." She stopped to take another sip of champagne, not meeting Daphne's gaze. "If I'm predictable, then at least I can surprise you by being uncharacteristically unpredictable. If I'm easy to read, well then I'm just... boring. Aren't I?"

"Rose, you could never be boring. Look at you! You're a fashion designer! An amazing one, amazing enough to design a dress for one of the most exclusive parties you can get into. You're sweet,you're smart, you're…" Daphne made another motion with her hands. "You're addicted to nutella." She said with a laugh. "And you're certainly not boring to look at."

Rose's gaze jerked to hers in surprise, and she paused, the cogs in her head spinning. "You're…flirting with me." The tone of her voice was almost disbelief.

Another laugh escaped Daphne's throat, awakening butterflies in Rose's chest.

"I've been flirting with you since I met you, but thanks for finally noticing."

Rose blushed, looking down at the ground. Water swirled around her feet, barely touching her ankles before receding back into the sea again with each new wave.

"I'm not good at these types of things."

Rose thought Daphne would laugh again, how could she not? She was so... her. So sociable, so confident. She must find it amusing that Rose was... inept. But no laugh rang across the beach. Rose glanced at her out of the corner of her eye.

"That's alright. You don't have to be." Daphne said.

She brushed a blonde curl behind Rose's ear. Rose didn't move. She didn't have to be good at this kind of thing to know that Daphne was about to kiss her. The look in her eyes. The slight parting of the lips as she leaned in. Although her body was still, Rose's mind was haywire. Should she stay still? Should she lean in? Could she touch her, cup her face with her hands and pull her closer? She didn't have time to think it through before Daphne's lips were on hers, and a small gasp escaped her. The kiss was short, only a few seconds, but sweet, and left a lingering heat spreading across her cheeks and throughout her body. The butterflies in her chest had turned to birds, flapping around to escape the cage that was her ribs.

Daphne pulled away. "Was that alright?" She asked.

Rose nodded quickly. Her lips still tingled. "Could you... Could you do it again?"

Daphne smiled, and as their lips connected again, Rose realized it was only one of many more to come.

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The Injured Fairy

Summary: Roman the butterfly catcher stumbles upon the most beautiful pair of violet wings he’s ever seen...until he realizes, that’s no butterfly.

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Roman was an expert at collecting butterflies. His collection had grown quite vast over the years, and his walls were decorated with pin boards displaying the many vibrant wings. So, when he was out along the edge of the forest and spotted an iridescent purple wing, Roman was instantly intrigued. What kind of butterfly could that possibly be? Of course, as he pushed through the bushes, Roman realized that it wasn’t a butterfly at all.

“...a fairy.” Roman gasped, looking down at the tiny humanoid figure passed out on the rock. Roman had always believed magical creatures existed, but he never expected to meet one in his lifetime. Roman leaned closer, trying to get a closer look. His eyes widened, realizing the second wing was looking...not so good. A large portion of it had been torn off with a rip still present down the middle, and the fairy himself looked rather bruised too.

“Oh. Oh. You’re hurt.” Roman stated the obvious. No wonder he was able to find this one; it couldn’t fly. The fairy gave a groan, and Roman wasn’t sure if he was fully aware that Roman was there. “Here, let me help you.”

Roman had actually dealt with this sort of situation in the past. Collecting butterflies was not just a vicious act meant to be cruel, in fact most of the wings in his collection were from butterflies that were dead when Roman found them. The injured, the wounded, the flightless, these Roman would take under his own metaphorical wing and try to mend so they could get back out into the real world, and if the injuries were too great for Roman to repair he’d help the butterflies live out the rest of their short lives happily in confinement.

The gist of it being, Roman knew what he was doing so long as fairy wings worked the same as butterfly wings. With butterflies, their bodies are so fragile that one must pick them up by the tips of their wings instead. Roman grabbed the fairy’s wings to do just that, and the moment his fingers made contact the little fae’s eyes snapped open.

“No!” The fairy cried out, squirming desperately as Roman stood up.

Roman yelped, shocked enough that he very nearly dropped the fairy. He had never had a butterfly that could talk. That was certainly new.

“Phew, that would have been quite the fall!” Roman laughed, awkwardly trying to re-adjust his grip to cup a hand under the fairy just in case. “Good thing I caught you, eh?”

“Let me go!” The fairy didn’t stop struggling, letting out a shriek that sounded as though it was in pain. Roman’s eyes widened, watching the wing tear further as the creature desperately tried to escape his hold.

“Quit struggling, you’ll only make it worse!” Roman lectured, now using his hand to wrap fully around the fairy, mindful of the wings as he restricted its movements. This seemed to finally make the fairy still, and Roman took the moment of peace as an opportunity to rush back home.

Usually, the next step in repairing a butterfly wing was to sedate the creature by putting it in the fridge. However, looking down at the little fairy scowling back at him, Roman knew he couldn’t do it. It just seemed extra cruel to put what was essentially a miniature person in an ice box.

“...you’ll cooperate with me, right?” Roman asked, looking at the fairy. The fairy hissed at him. Not exactly a promising answer, but it would have to do. Roman passed the refrigerator and headed straight back to his room, examining the boards.

“Now, let’s see…” Roman murmured, holding the fairy higher to compare. A new wing would have to be of similar shape and size to the healthy wing, or else the aerodynamics would be all off and all Roman’s work would be for nothing. Not to mention, Roman wanted to pick a pretty one as well, for mere aesthetic reasons.

As luck would have it, the fairy did seem willing to cooperate. Or at the very least, he seemed to have stopped struggling. Roman did not notice the way the fairy had paled, wings flattening against his back as he stared up at the many butterflies lining the walls.

“Perfect.” Roman grinned, stopping at a board that was still in progress. Here was a pair of spotted purple swallowtail wings, which were black in appearance with purple and green stained glass spots across the surface. It wasn’t identical to the shimmering iridescent pair, but it was closest in shape and would make a pretty contrast. After all, repaired butterfly wings were meant to be sisters, not twins.

Roman placed the fairy down on the table, stomach up and displaying those beautiful wings. He placed the hook of a clothing hanger on them to weigh the creature down and leave Roman space to work. However, the second he went to get his tools the fairy began to sob openly.

“Please, please, don’t do this.” The fae closed his eyes, pressing his hands to his face and letting out cries that broke Roman’s heart. “Don’t hurt me.”

“Oh no, don’t be scared, don’t be scared!” Roman winced, putting his hands up to show he meant no harm. “I don’t want to hurt you! I’m trying to help you. I’m just going to remove the injured wing and give you a replacement.” Butterfly wings lacked the ability to grow back, and contrary to popular belief cutting them was no more painful than a haircut. However, this did not seem to qualm the fairy’s fears.

“Don’t take my wings!” The fairy shrieked, looking up at Roman with unabashed horror. “I- I won’t be one of your freaky displays, I won’t!” With this declaration the fairy tried to tug himself free, but the clothing hanger stayed firm.

“I’m not going to turn you into a display!” Roman insisted, only now realizing how his room must look to the poor fairy. He had planned on adding the remains of the injured fairy wing to his collection, but, well… He wasn’t about to admit to that now. “I promise, it won’t hurt.” He reached over, grabbing the swallowtail wing carefully between his fingers. “I’m just going to remove your ripped one, and replace it with this nice swallowtail instead.”

“You keep your grimy hands off my wings, you hear me?” The fairy spat. “They’re my wings, and I’d rather have my own damaged pair than some dead butterfly’s any day.”

“Look.” Roman put on his serious voice, getting stern. “I get it, you’re upset. But you can’t fly like this. At least with a butterfly wing you’ll stand a chance out there. Now shut up and let me help you or I’m sticking you in the fridge.”

That seemed to get through to the fairy. Or if it didn’t, he at least realized his struggles were pointless. Sullenly he turned his head, looking somber as he closed his eyes almost as if he were waiting for Roman to stab him through the heart.

It was certainly a new experience for the both of them. The fairy clearly had never had a wing cut before (after all, it can only be done once), and Roman had never had a patient who cried as he worked. It was honestly depressing, making Roman feel terrible. But what else could he do? He was trying to save the fairy’s life. If he just did as the fairy asked, it would probably die within a day from not being able to fly away from a dog or something.

“Aaaaaand...done.” Roman said quietly, for once not feeling as triumphant as he usually would after a successful surgery. He took some baby powder, sprinkling it over the wings so that when they flapped together the glue wouldn’t stick. Roman accidentally got some on the fairy’s face as well, giving him an apologetic grin. “Sorry. Here, give it a test flap.” Roman lifted the clothing hanger so the fairy could be free.

The fairy sat up, hesitantly flapping his wings together. He was looking over his shoulder, watching as the wings almost perfectly aligned.

“How does it feel?” Roman asked. He had never actually gotten feedback from a patient before.

Instead of answering, the fairy stood up, trying to launch himself into the air. A few beats of the wings were successful, but after a moment he came crashing down, clearly exhausted.

“Woah, hey, careful!” Roman put his hand out, trying to help steady the delicate creature. “Let’s get you something to eat before you go trying any stunts like that.” Roman quickly fixed a snack in the kitchen, only on the way back realizing he hadn’t actually asked the fairy what he ate.

“Um...hope you like sugar water.” Roman said sheepishly, setting down a small shot glass. “If not, I can get you something else.” It had been instinct, as that was usually what most butterflies wanted.

The fairy glared at him, but he walked over to the glass and cupped his hands, taking some of the sugar water to his lips. The wing tips flittered, a sign that the drink was enjoyed.

“So, what’s your name?” Roman asked, realizing now that the danger was over he had the chance to actually converse with a real, live, fairy. Of course, the fairy himself seemed less enthused.

“...Virgil.” The fae said, almost reluctantly.

“Virgil.” Roman repeated, watching as the wings twitched in recognition. “It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’ve never met a fairy before. Oh, my name’s Roman, by the way. Do you want some more sugar water?”

“Yeah, sure.” Virgil stood up, stretching. Roman noted he was looking much better. That wasn’t surprising; most butterflies just needed a snack before they could fly again.

He mixed some more sugar water, concerned to see Virgil wasn’t on the table where Roman had left him. A quick glance around the room and Roman was able to spot the fairy, who had managed to fly across the room and was desperately trying to shove open the window. Roman deflated slightly, having wanted to get to know the fae better, but he must still be awfully frightened. It would be best for the fairy to get back to his family.

“Need some help?” Roman asked, spooking Virgil as he snuck up behind him. Virgil jumped, pressing himself against the wall but giving a hesitant nod. Roman unlatched the window, pushing the double glass panes open. A cool spring breeze drafted in, bringing with it that wonderful meadow scent.

Virgil seemed to relax now that his exit was open. He peeled himself off the wall, looking confused as he studied Roman’s face.

“...thanks.” Virgil said finally. Roman wasn’t sure if he was talking about the window or the wing, so he just nodded.

“Anytime.” Roman assured him. “Good luck with your wing.”

Virgil gave his own nod, and then with a running leap off the window ledge he was airborne, darting out across the rolling hills of green. Soon Roman lost sight of the little purple blur, happy to see that Virgil seemed fine in his flight pattern.

After a few minutes, Roman finally tore his gaze away from the window to begin cleaning up. This was no reason to be melancholy. Virgil had even thanked Roman, which was more than he could have asked for with the way the fairy reacted in the beginning. Roman did hope he enjoyed the new wing.

Well, there was always a chance he would see Virgil again. Maybe he could ask about the wing then.

[aalissy]

Pranks

Yayayya!!! Day 1 of Adrienette April is here!! I’m soooo excited! It’s been too long since I’ve posted lovesquare fluff <3. And I’m severely lacking in Adrienette content D:. Regardless, I hope you guys enjoy this little fluff of mine hehe! Lemme know what you think :)

AO3

Marinette swiveled back and forth in her chair, her feet swaying slightly as she did so. Her gaze was drawn to the ceiling, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip as her thumb hovered over Alya’s number. After a few seconds of her lost in thought, Tikki floated over to her. The small kwami’s head tilted in curiosity, “What are you thinking about, Marinette?”

“It’s April Fools Day, Tikki. I’m trying to come up with a prank that’s good enough to get Alya,” her dark pigtails shook along with her head as she grumbled with a scowl, “She manages to get me every year so I’m determined to get her this time!”

Her kwami giggled, “Have you ever pulled off a successful April Fools Day prank?”

“No!” Marinette scowled before sticking a finger into the air determinedly, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t!”

“Well, good luck then,” Tikki’s blue eyes twinkled at her amusedly.

She snapped her fingers together as a bright smile lit up her face, “Ah! I’ve got it!” 

With a twirl of her fingers, Marinette pressed the call button, barely managing to withhold her giggles as she held the phone up to her ear. When she heard the telltale click of the call connecting she didn’t wait for Alya to respond before she burst out rather somberly, “Alya I just heard some terrible news about you!” there was a rustle and a shuffle on the other side of the phone but she still didn’t let the other person respond, “I heard... and I know you’ll think I’m crazy... but I heard that there’s a spider on top of your head right now!”

There was a burst of laughter from the kwami hovering in front of her and she shot the small, bug-like creature a glare before returning to phone call to happily shout, “April Fools!”

There was a deep chuckle on the other end of the line, one that was distinctly familiar but not at all like Alya. Marinette paled considerably, her eyes widening as a voice spoke from the other end of the line, “I assume that message wasn’t meant for me? Unless calling me Alya was another aspect of this ‘prank’,” she could practically hear Adrien’s use of air quotes and see his glimmering green eyes sparkling at her mischievously.

“A-Adrien,” she shrieked, yanking the phone away from her ear as her fingers fumbled for the end call button. Her hands flew up to her hair, tightening into fists as she panicked. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers as she squawked once again, throwing her phone away from her before scrambling over to her chaise and burying her face in a pillow. 

“Marinette?” Tikki flitted over to her with concern, “What just happened?”

“I-I... Adrien a-and Alya... number mixed,” the designer stuttered desperately looking at her kwami with wide blue eyes before burying her head back into the pillow with a loud groan. The ringing of her phone broke through her haze of confusion and embarrassment and Marinette squeaked sharply as she fell off her chaise. With a wince, she stood up, rubbing her side as she crept closer to the phone that was left on her desk. She craned her neck to look at the number and winced when she saw that Adrien was indeed the person calling her back. With a loud gulp, she grabbed the phone, hovering the speaker slightly away from her ear, “H-Hello.”

“Marinette I have some really bad news,” the model’s voice drifted into her ear as he spoke rather disappointedly. 

Her eyes clenched shut, certain that he was about to scold her for her rather lackluster prank. And then for her to hang up on him afterwards! She really was in trouble! With a small whimper, she began to stammer out a timid apology, “Adrien, listen I-,”

She was cut off, however, when Adrien spoke once again, “You know how you just told me that Alya had a spider on her head?”

“Uh-huh,” Marinette winced, ready for the next words that were sure to chastise her and make her avoid him for weeks.

“Well... I heard that this spider actually traveled from her head to your bedroom. Don’t look around now but you may not be safe where you are,” he spoke in a hushed tone, though there was an obvious smile behind his words that he was struggling to contain.

Blinking at her phone a few times in shock, Marinette couldn’t stop herself from bursting into laughter, “W-what?!” she managed to wheeze out in between her giggles.

“Yeah,” Adrien dragged out rather sheepishly and she could practically see his blonde head ducked down in shame, his emerald eyes peeking up from beneath his long lashes as he rubbed at the back of his neck. She almost sighed dreamily from the image in her mind before the model’s voice cut through her daydreams, “That wasn’t the best April Fools joke, was it? That was the first time I’ve done one though.”

“N-no, no!” Marinette rushed to reassure him, her hands waving about wildly even though he couldn’t see them, “I-It was perfect! I was the one who came up with the stupid idea in the first place!”

“Your prank was adorable, Marinette,” Adrien chuckled and her heart flip-flopped in her chest.

Adorable. He called her adorable, she squealed silently, practically jumping up and down with glee. She giggled rather girlishly, “You’re thanked! I-I mean thank you! Thank you!” she smacked a hand to her face with an inaudible groan. When the designer finally looked up again, she saw Tikki hovering in front of her with a wide beam as she nodded her head encouragingly.

Another laugh came from the other end before he spoke again, “I do have a question, though. Why did you hang up? Did you have a spotty connection?” 

“Huh? Oh, yeah that! Uh-huh, that was definitely what happened! The wi-fi here is just terrible!” Marinette said rather unconvincingly, wincing at her high-pitched voice. Afterward, she breathed out a sigh of relief, whispering faintly, “I’m just so glad you’re not mad.”

Apparently she didn’t whisper as quietly as she thought because Adrien spoke up again and she could clearly hear the frown in his voice, “Mad? Why would I be mad?”

“Wh-what?! Uh, mad um... I-I didn’t...,” her eyes darted around and Tikki’s arms crossed at her, her whole expression screaming for Marinette to just tell the truth. Taking a deep breath, she did, “W-well, I guess I just thought you wouldn’t want me to call you for a meaningless prank.”

“Meaningless!? Marinette this was the most fun I’ve had this whole day! I just got back from a photo shoot so you have no idea how excited I was when I got your call! Especially when I noticed it was from you! You rarely ever call so when I saw the caller ID I was so happy that I would finally get to talk to a friend after a day of being ordered around!” 

Her mouth flapped open and closed at his words, her stomach fluttering with happiness at his words. Her call! He was excited about her call! She was surprised that she wasn’t squealing with complete and utter delight. Adrien looked forward to her phone call! She gave Adrien the most fun he had all day! Marinette finally collapsed into her desk chair, her legs feeling as though they turned into jelly.

“Marinette? Are you there?”

“Huh? Oh, y-yep! Here I am!” she giggled dreamily before giving her head a quick shake. She could think about Adrien and her getting married later! Right now she was supposed to be talking to him, “Sorry, my parents called my name just now! I didn’t mean to zone out on you!”

“Do you have to go then?” his voice came over rather sadly on the phone.

Dare she say that he was disappointed?! No! She couldn’t be that lucky!

“NO!” Marinette screeched rather loudly before wincing, “I-I mean nope, haha! They were just asking what I wanted for dinner!”

“Oh, good,” Adrien’s voice seemed to perk up again and she couldn’t have stopped herself from swooning at his eager happiness if she wanted too.

Clearing her throat rather nervously, the designer spoke almost hesitantly, “D-do you have to go soon though?”

There was a long pause on the other end before she heard a quiet sigh, “Actually, yes. It’s dinner time soon so if I’m not downstairs by the time it’s ready, my father will get angry.”

Marinette frowned, feeling the bitter anger rush through her on Adrien’s behalf, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow though, right?”

“Yeah, definitely,” she would have sworn the model’s head was bobbing up and down energetically. There was another long pause over the phone and she was about to hang up, certain that Adrien had forgotten to when his voice came over her speaker once again, “Hey, Marinette?”

“Yes?”

“If you ever get the urge to prank me again, don’t be afraid to call. Even if it’s not April Fools Day,” he spoke with a distinct, teasing smile in his voice causing her to giggle happily.

“A-alright. I promise that if I do prank you again it’ll be a lot better then there just being a spider on your head,” Marinette bit her lip as a wide grin crossed it.

“A spider on Alya’s head,” Adrien corrected her.

“Right, right,” she waved it off, feeling a light blush coat her cheeks. The model then burst into laughter and she soon followed, feeling the giddiness in her chest erupt into full-blown butterflies. His laugh was so wonderful, Marinette thought dreamily.

Finally, when they both managed to catch their breaths, Adrien spoke again, “Goodnight, Marinette.”

“G-goodnight, Adrien,” she stuttered before the call finally ended. She gazed off into a corner of her room in shock for a few seconds. The only thing that snapped her out of her haze was Tikki waving a hand in her face. With a loud squeal, she stood up, jumping up and down a few times, “Tikki!! Did you hear that!! I just had a full conversation with Adrien!! And he called me adorable! Adorable Tikki!! Someone pinch me!”

The small kwami did just that and Marinette shrieked before rubbing her arm with a small pout, “I didn’t mean literally.”

“Sorry,” Tikki smiled sheepishly, “But I’m so proud of you, Marinette! You did so well!”

She squealed again, clutching her phone to her chest, “Oh, I can’t wait to see him tomorrow!”

“Then you had better get to bed early,” the bug-like creature giggled at her lovestruck, dazed face, “You don’t want to be late for class, after all!”

Marinette snapped her fingers before nodding, “You’re right, Tikki! What if we talk again before class starts! That would just be heaven!” 

“You’re so funny, Marinette.”

With a small blush, she tapped her index fingers together nervously, “Did I sound weird over the phone though? Adrien mentioned another phone call in the future and I don’t want to mess anything up!”

Tikki rolled her eyes playfully, “If he wants to talk to you again that means you sounded just fine! You don’t need to worry!”

“You’re right, Tikki!” she puffed her chest out in pride, “I’ll call him again over the weekend and this time it’ll be on purpose!”

“You are forgetting one thing, though.”

“What’s that?” she tilted her head in confusion.

“You still haven’t actually pranked Alya,” her kwami giggled teasingly.

Marinette shrieked, looking down at her phone as she picked the right contact information, “How am I going to prank her now, though. I used my best prank on Adrien,” she pouted.

“I’m certain you’ll think of something, Marinette,” Tikki nuzzled into her shoulder comfortingly as she watched her holder tap the phone against her chin contemplatively.

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Hi, I absolutely love your work! If you’re taking requests I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader fluff centered on sunflowers? Sorry if that’s vague. Have a super nice day

SO MUCH FREEDOM THANK YOU

okay i am SO happy with how this turned out, so proud of this, hope y’all enjoy

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Loki is laughing.

He’s sitting on a couple checkered blankets, sunflowers glowing in his dark hair, the sun shining on his face, and he’s laughing.

It’s bright, crisp, clear, and his face lights up like fresh snow glistening under the sun for the first time. It’s a different kind of smile than you normally get to see, happier, brighter.

His face just lights up when he laughs like that. Brighter than the sun.

It’s a rare smile that you never want to lose, which is precisely why you had surprised him by leaning over and kissing him out of the blue, taking the opportunity to drop the flower crown you’d just made onto his head without him being able to protest.

“And here I thought you just wanted to kiss me,” he had sighed and shoved you away, reaching up to gingerly feel the interlaced flowers now stuck in his hair.

“Ew, no way. Just giving my king his crown.” You were giggling like an idiot, pulling yourself up and shoving him right back as hard as you could. He fell onto his back in feigned hurt and you clambered over to him, crossing your arms over his chest and resting your chin on them to keep him pinned to the ground.

That’s when Loki started laughing, his back flat on the grass and you peering up at him from your spot on his chest—your laughter is contagious and well, you’ve rendered him clumsy for the first time in his life.

“What are we doing?” His voice is breathless and carefree as he reaches up to pull the crown off his head, examining the flowers between slender fingers.

“We’re being a cute, stupid couple, enjoying each other’s company on a beautiful day…” you sit up and knock the distracting flowers out of his hands, leaning down to kiss his laughing lips. “Cause that’s what people do when they’re in love.”

He hums against your mouth and cool hands float up to hold your face, keeping you close. “In love…is that what we are?”

“I’m at least in love with you.”

“And what of myself?”

You kiss the bridge of his nose with a grin—you know he’s in love with you. He just wants to hear you say it. “I’d say you’ve taken a liking to me.”

He smiles, eyes lightly shut to block out the sunlight beating down on his face. “You’re one of the more tolerable mortals I’ve encountered, I suppose…”

“Tolerable?!”

“Yes, you are tolerable,” he laughs again and reaches for a vibrant sunflower from his fallen crown. “I only tolerate your company when it is forced upon me. Was that not obvious?”

“And here I thought you enjoyed it.”

Rolling his eyes at your pout, Loki takes the flower and tucks it behind your ear, running his fingers along your cheek as they return to his side. “Then you are a fool in love, sunflower.”

That’s new.

“Sorry…” you blink up at him with a devious grin. “Did the almighty Loki of Asgard, rightful king of Jötunheim, the god of mischief himself…just give me an endearing nickname?”

“…he regrets it already.”

You burst out laughing as Loki blushes fifty shades of pink and scowls, shoving you backwards and scrambling after you as you roll laughing down the grassy hill, the food for your intended picnic forgotten.

By the time he rushes down the hill, you’re sitting criss-cross on the blankets of grass, a few stray twigs and grass blades sticking in your hair. You’re beaming at him, still breathless from laughing—he hates how beautiful you are like this.

It makes him feel weak. Helpless. Lost. Warm on the inside…changed.

Oh gods.

A few lingering giggles leave your lips as he trudges the last few steps and lowers himself in front of you, crossing his long legs so his knees bump into yours. “You are more foolish than I gave you credit for,” he hums, plucking a twig from your hair. “That was a stupid idea.”

You shrug. “T’was fun, dear prince.”

“But you could’ve hurt yourself, mortal.”

“Aha!” You lean forward with your hands on pressing into his thighs and brush your nose into his with a grin. “You do care, mister ‘I tolerate your company.’”

He just grimaces and bats your hands away when you try to take his face in your hands to pull him towards you for a kiss.

“So.” You drop your hands and shuffle forward with an eager grin. “Sunflower, huh?”

“I despise you,” Loki sighs, clearly regretting his mistake of a romantic attempt.

“I think it’s cute.”

“I think it was a mistake.”

You smile sweetly at him and reach for the sunflower still tucked behind your ear, holding it up to your nose and rolling the stem between your fingertips. “You know, I told you that I’m in love with you,” you say thoughtfully, “but you only said you despise me. What a hopeless romantic indeed.”

“Oh no, darling, you know I—”

With a breathless chuckle you cut him off by pressing your lips to his, smile bumping against smile. “Shh. There’s only one way to find out for sure.”

He’s lost his breath when you pull away, his eyes slow to flutter open—clearly he loves you. But you laugh like a playing child again, the two of you barefoot and criss-cross on the grass, and you start picking the petals of sunshine off the flower from behind your ear.

“He loves me…” you drop the first petal in his dark hair, the bright yellow splitting across the raven locks. “He loves me not.”

Loki watches you, entranced and a little confused…what are you doing? You pick each petal off the stem of the sunflower and add it to the array of confetti in his hair, each time alternating between “he loves me,” or “he loves me not.”

There’s only about eight petals left on the poor flower when you pause and grin up at his confused face. “Whichever I say on the last petal is the truth,” you explain.

“Seems…unreliable.”

“It’s just something kids used to do.” You shrug and go back to picking off petals. “He loves me…and it seems fitting, since I’m a fool in love, after all.”

Loki shakes his head and laughs, undeniably curious as to which one you’ll end on—not that this dumb sunflower ritual holds any credibility to his feelings, none at all.

He gets distracted when you get to the last three petals, because your brow furrows and a tiny little butterfly, the same sunny gold as those flower petals, starts flitting about your head. His breath catches and he swallows thickly—Frigga.

Those were hers. Butterflies? Her creation, meant to bring joy to dreary creatures with just a flap of their wings; nature’s kiss, she had explained to him when one had landed on his nose back when he was a boy.

The tiny creature floats around your head in circles, outlining nothing more than a crown upon your head—a crown fit for a queen.

“He loves me…not. Aw man.” You drop the last unfortunate petal on the grass with a frown, shaking Loki from his trance. “I was hoping it’d work. Oh well, guess you don’t love me after all.”

Now that is something Loki never wants to hear come from your beautiful mouth ever. again.

Smiling softly at your attempt to hide the hurt on your face, Loki reaches out and taps a finger against the petal-less sunflower. One last golden petal springs from its centre and your face lights up brighter than the very sun shining around you.

You pick it off and lay it in your palm, bringing your hand up to your mouth and blowing it gently into the air. “Oh good. He loves me,” you smile and watch the petal float.

A docile breeze picks up around you as Loki reaches for you, laying your back onto the grass and lowering his laughing lips to yours. “He loves you, sunflower, trust me.”

When he kisses you, you swear your heart is going to leap out of its cage; it’s magical. His lips are abnormal, extraterrestrial, godly, and you lace your fingers into his hair to hold him closer.

Disrupted by your languid fingers, the sunflower petals fall from his hair as a tranquil spring rain, only to be picked up by the breeze and swirled about the two of your entangled bodies. The petals only join the butterfly dancing around the two of you, a blessing of sorts, a hand from above telling you that this is true, this is right.

All of nature seems to be whispering to you as his lips meld to yours, murmuring in your ear all the confirmation you’ll ever need:

“He loves you.”

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[honeybearloco]

— “...Grounded Forever.” (M)

title → “...grounded forever.” (m)

pairing → hyoeun x female reader.

synopsis → pt.2 of i know, (x)

word count → 2.8k.

warnings → SMUT !! just fingering

a/n → i honestly feel so much better. like genuinely, it feels really good to be back. i’m not semi back, IM BACK 100% this blog is my number one priority again just like it was when i first started it back !! i miss writing for this blog. i got three hyoeun so i decided to mixed them all into one.

“Hyoeun! You’re back!” You sprung up from your chair, running toward the door, jumping into the arms of Hyoeun. He let out a small laugh, wrapping his arms around your frame.

Your brother rolled his eyes, setting down his backpack across the room, “I’m back too!”

“Shut up, no one cares,” You teased. Hyoeun unraveled his arms around you, setting down his backpack on the sofa, “Sorry the tour lasted longer than we thought. It’s so good to be back. But of course, I got you a little something.”

He unzipped his backpack, pulling out a polaroid camera. You let out a small gasp, “You didn’t.”

“I saw it in a shop window and I couldn’t help but think about you, so I got it for you,” He explained, placing the camera in your hands, “(Brother’s Name) told me not to get it for you but I couldn’t help it. I hope you like it.”

“Hyoeun, I love it! Thank you so much! This will make studying abroad better! I’m going to go put it in my room. I’ll be right back and then we can talk about the tour.” You rushed to your room, placing the camera down.

Hyoeun’s eyes landed on your brother who stood in the kitchen with a glare, “You know, I’m getting really tired of this crush you have on Y/N.”

“Hey, shut up. She might hear you,” Hyoeun whispered violently.

Your brother rolled his eyes, grabbing a bottle of water as well as an apple, “You should tell her soon. She’ll be heading off to the states to study in a few days. And then it’ll be months before we get to see her again. You better confess now or she’ll find a man in the states.”

“She wouldn’t do that, right?”

“We don’t know for sure. Life happens.”

It was pretty obvious that Hyoeun had a thing for you. At first, he didn’t think anything of it. He blew it off, believing he just felt bad for you. Just a few months ago, your highschool sweetheart dumped you over text and he was there for you throughout the whole thing. You don’t know where you would be without him.

Hyoeun had always seen you as a little girl, but after that, he began to see you for the woman you had become. The strong, independent woman who didn’t need anyone. Miss Independent was what he had called you.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about you in more than a friendly way.

“Thanks, B/N, that’s totally what I wanted to hear.”

You made yourself known, almost skipping into the room, “What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” B/N lied, taking a gulp of his water and heading to his room down the hall. You looked to Hyoeun, “What was that about?”

“Nothing. He’s just being a dumbass. Hey, you wanna get out of here and do something. I’ve been cooped up all day getting here. Let’s go out and do something.”

“Okay! Just let me change!”

“No time for that. You look fine, let’s go, Y/N,” He reached out, taking your hand into his, pulling you out of your shared apartment with your brother. You let out a small yelp, following him nevertheless, not thinking twice.

You and Hyoeun spent several hours out on the town, doing the same old shit the two of you love to do. Go to the cinema and make fun of chick flicks, whoop his ass at air hockey at the arcade, eat street food until you were tired. And you sure did eat a lot. 

He was paying.

But you ate a little too much, upsetting your stomach. Your upset stomach growled back at you, making you whine as pain settled in. You placed your head on Hyoeun’s shoulder, “My tummy hurts.”

“That’s because you ate so much so fast. I told you to slow down but you didn’t listen to me,” He teased, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, “And on top of that, you downed it all with soju. B/N would kill me if he found out I let you have soju.”

“I’m a big girl~!” You responded, a hmph leaving your lips, making Hyoeun smile, “Sure you are, Y/N. You’re the biggest best girl there ever was. But you’re not a woman because women don’t refer to their stomach as tummies.”

You nodded your head in protest, “This little woman does~!”

“You’re so cute,” He said softly, hoping you wouldn’t hear, but of course you had. You may have been a bit tipsy but that didn’t mean your senses weren’t working.

“Thank you,” You hiccuped.

“Alright, Little Woman. Let’s get you home.”

Some time along the way, you found yourself riding his back on the way back to your apartment. As you arrived, you noticed your brother’s car missing, “He probably went go see his girlfriend or something.”

“I was hoping he would be here to tuck you into bed,” Hyoeun admitted. 

You rested your chin on the top of his head, “You can’t tuck me into bed?”

“I’m not even allowed in your room, Y/N,” Hyoeun mentioned. 

“Yeah, when B/N’s here. But he’s not. You can chill in my room now though.”

“I don’t know,” He added. 

“It’s fine. Don’t be a pussy.”

He rolled his eyes, “Alright, alright. Fine, I’ll tuck you into bed. But you have to promise you’ll go to bed.”

“I promise.”

And that was a lie. As soon as you walked into your room, you felt ten times better, making Hyoeun sit on the edge of your bed as you walked across your room, showing him things you picked up, collected and took pictures of while he was on tour.

“You did all this while I was on tour?” He questioned. 

“Yeah. You were gone for a while. And I didn’t have a friend to talk to. I even got a tattoo. Wanna see?” 

“You got a tattoo?!”

You nodded, taking off your jacket to reveal a white tank top. You walked closer to him, showing the tattoo on your shoulder, “Some of it is covered.” You took off one of the straps to allow him to see the full tattoo. His eyes widened by your action. He gulped deeply trying to focus on your tattoo, removing any other thoughts out of his head.

The tattoo was of a rose and a crescent moon. Upon noticing your tattoo, he noticed a deep purple bruise just next to it, that looked as if it was formed just a few days prior, “Y/N, what’s that?”

“My tattoo?”

“No, what’s next to it.”

You looked down at your shoulder noticing the medium-sized bruise, “Oh it’s a bruise. I got it a couple of days ago. I think I um...I um...I ran into the door and hit shoulder first.”

“You’re lying to me. Where did you get that bruise? And if you tell me another lie so help me god, Y/N!”

Your head fell below your shoulders, unable to look him in the eyes.

“He came over to get me back.”

Hyoeun had already known who he was, “He put his hands on you?!”

“He grabbed my shoulder when I tried to walk away from him. I don’t think he meant it so I didn’t say anything. But hey, it’s okay. He’s gone and he’s never coming back. Hyoeun, I’m okay now. Hey, look at me.” You quickly picked your head up, placing both of your hands on either side of his face, making him look to you. 

You could see the anger expression in his eyes, almost angry enough to kill.

“He still put his hands on you and for that I’m going to kill him!”

You shook your head at him, placing your hands on his shoulders to sit him down, “Please don’t. Don’t do anything stupid! I know how you get, you’ll get all riled up and you won’t stop until there’s blood. You can’t go to jail! I won’t get to see you everyday when I leave to study abroad. And if you’re in jail how will I get to tell you how I feel?”

“How...how you feel?” He repeated, earning a nod from you. “I love you Hyoeun. I really do. And I know you don’t feel the same about me. I know I’m just your best friend’s baby sister and I but I―”

“I love you too, Y/N,” He interrupted.

“You...do?”

“I have since your break up. I know it was wrong of me to have these feelings for you. For one, you’re B/N’s baby sister and two, you were going through a hard time. I didn’t want to somewhat manipulate you into loving me,” He added.

“You know, this isn’t how I pictured confessing to you. I always thought it would be the day I leave. You’d chase me down in the airport, confess and then tell me you love me and then we’d kiss.”

He let out a laugh, “And then cue the 360 spinning camera. I’m sorry our confessions weren’t like a drama.”

“It’s okay, I think I like this much better,” You giggled.

He wrapped a gentle arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You felt your face get hot. You could feel his breath on your face. You had never been so close, “Hyoeun...”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please...I mean yes,” You corrected yourself, nervously. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. You felt your body explode, butterflies had turned into large birds, their wings flapping roughly in your stomach.

You had waited for this moment and it was finally happening. You deepened the kiss, lightly pushing Hyoeun back onto your bed.

With your lips still attached, he flipped you over, allowing himself on top. He pulled away from your lips, opening his eyes staring down at your frame. Your eyes shot open, your eyes looking into his roaming eyes. You felt nervous under her eyes.

You closed your legs tightly, biting down on your bottom lip. Hyoeun looked into your eyes, “Y/N, I...I can’t. B/N will kill me.”

“Hyoeun, I’m an adult. B/N can’t control me anymore. And you shouldn’t let him control you either. We’re both adults here and I’m giving you permission, that should be the only permission you should need tonight. No one else’s.”

You sat up slightly, wanting to press your lips on his again only for him to push you back down. As your back hit the cold duvet on your bed, chills went down your spine as you gulp.

“Can I take care of you tonight?”

“But what if I want to take care of you too?”

He leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss onto the bruise on your shoulder, lightly. You closed your eyes, taking in his touch. 

“Taking care of you tonight will be enough for me. I want to show you that I really do love you and I want you to feel every inch of my love,” He whispered against your skin, before leaving a trail of sweet, passionate kisses from your bruised shoulder up to your neck.

You simply nodded your head, leaning your head to the side to allow him more access. You feel your heart race, the sound thumping sounding throughout your body. You were sure he could hear it too, as you felt him smirk against your neck.

You reached up to his shirt, tugging lightly. 

“Do you want me to take it off,” He questioned, his face still in your neck.

“Yes, please,” You answered. He removed himself from you, sitting up. He slipped his shirt off, allowing it to fall on the floor, “Don’t drool now.”

“Shut it,” You giggled, sitting up and removing your shirt and bra with ease, allowing them to fall onto the floor next to Hyoeun’s shirt, his eyes falling onto your chest.

“Hey! Don’t stare,” You blushed, covering your chest with your arms. “Hey, don’t cover your chest now. Don’t get all shy and cute. Lay down for me again.”

You did as he said, your nipples hardening. He kissed down your neck. He left hickeys and marks along the way down your chest, marking you as his. A small sigh left your lips as he continued to leave marks where no one but the two of you could see them.

Feeling accomplished, he continued to move his lips down, inching ever so slowly to your warmth.

And that’s when you had heard the front door slam shut, followed by a call of your name, “Y/N! Did you make it home yet?! Hyoeun didn’t answer his phone and I wanted to make sure you made it home!”

Your eyes shot open as you quickly jumped up, rushing toward your room door and locking it. “Y-Yeah I’m fine. I made it back a couple of hours ago! Maybe...maybe Hyoeun went to sleep or something. He sure was tired when he dropped me off,” You lied, your eyes looking back to the sin-filled eyes of Hyoeun, approaching you slowly yet seductively. 

You could already see the devilishly look in his eyes. You shook your head at him. He gently pushed you against the door.

“Hyoeun, B/N is home. Don’t try anything,” You violently whispered to him, a smirk forming on his face, “Just don’t be too loud and we have nothing to worry about. You gonna be a good girl for me? Huh?”

“Hyoeun...” You trailed off.

“Y/N, did you say something?” You heard your brother’s voice once more.

“N-N-No! I was just...talking to myself. Just a bit sleep deprived and I’m talking how stressed I’ll probably be studying in the states,” You rambled, going on and on to distract yourself and trying your hardest to make your brother believe you. 

As you rambled, Hyoeun dropped to his knees in front of you, pulling down your shorts and panties. He placed soft kisses on either of your thighs before giving your warmth a deep, long lick, interrupting you midsentence. You let out a loud gasp followed by a loud curse. Hyoeun grinned at your reaction. 

“Y/N? You okay?! Is everything okay?!” B/N asked in a panic. 

“Y-Yeah. Everything is fine. I just dropped something on the carpet. I’ll clean it.”

“You’re acting weird. Are you sure you’re okay?!”

“I-I’m fine, Y/N.”

Hyoeun wrapped his arms around your legs, making sure to hold them in place as he latched onto your clit. Your body jolted slightly, soft mewls leaving your lips. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth closing your eyes tightly to keep from moaning. Hyoeun allowed his tongue to twirl around your clit before taking it into his mouth, sucking gently. 

You uncovered your mouth, trying to keep your voice to a whisper, but your heavy breathing making it hard, “Fuck you’re so good at this. I wonder how many times you’ve done this. Is this your first time finding the clit?” You joked.

He removed himself, unraveling one of his hands to land a hard smack directly to your clit, making you let out a loud yelp followed by a whine. 

“You just wanna get caught huh?” He smirked.

“What the fuck was that?!” B/N questioned, his voice now on the other side of the door, frightening you.

“It...I was just watching a trailer for a new horror movie coming out soon. We...We....ah...we should go watch a movie soon or something before I go to the states to...ah...study,” You pant out during moans, making B/N scratch the back of his head, as he listened closely. Perhaps too close.

He could make out soft pants and shallow moans. He couldn’t believe it, “Y/N, are you...watching porn?”

“W-What? No! I...” You trailed off trying to defend yourself from the ultimate embarrassment, only for Hyoeun to slap your thigh this time. “Y-Yes. I am. I...I’m an adult and I can watch whatever I wanna...w-watch and I won’t be judged...by you! You...you....fuck...you have Playboy magazines that you fap all day to! Let me watch a...damn porno!”

B/N stood in utter shock and embarrassment for what felt like forever, Hyoeun managing to slip two fingers deep into your warmth, making you arch your back.

“I’m...gonna go to sleep. You...you have fun,” B/N finally chimed, heading to his room and shutting the door behind him. All he wanted was to forget those words even came out of your mouth, but he knew it would be forever engraved in his mind. 

Hyoeun fingered you at a rapid pace, already feeling you clenching around his fingers. Your legs were beginning to shake as your small bundle of nerves couldn’t hold in all of the pressure anymore.

You let go, one hand onto the doorknob, the other clawing at the door. Hyoeun continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, dragging your orgasm out for as long as he could, a small giggle leaving his lips, “Sorry for embarrassing you.”

“Hyoeun, I told him I was watching pornos. After this, I’m grounded forever.”

[btswishes]

I will adopt you.

Monsta X (Shownu) hybrid au

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 / Part8 /…

A/N: I am going strong with this one, hope author block doesn’t hit me like the meteorite hit the dinosaurs......Anyways hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes made. Enjoy :)

Word count:   1940

Warnings: I mean ,just normal 21 century teen cussing.

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  The door shut as silently as it opened. The howling snow storm was making the small shadows dance all over the living room. Snuggled in your covers you were resting like a child with no worry in sight. Relaxed and calm, you felt safe, nothing could touch you.

  Cuddled in, with each breath there followed a step. One after the other a new big shadow engulfed the small snowflakes outside the apartment. It was thin and hunched like an old willow tree. It’s long hands grabbed onto the door frame of the bedroom. It’s heavy breath was loud and unnerving. 

“Hey there little thing....” his breath was mixed in with the words, giving them a tint of madness and a disgusting desire of possession “You did me good awhile ago. “ he kept staring and staring ”Fast one aren’t ya.Those legs gotta stop doing that, runni-” agch!”

“Those eyes should stop doing that.” a deep voice followed the sudden hand that grabbed a hold of the man’s eyes. With the fingers of both his hands he tried to pry away from the grip, to see again. The arm holding him in place above the ground, pulled him closer to the owner “You should be careful next time when you turn those disgusting things in her direction, not to mention looking.”

“W-who for fucks sake are you?! She doesn’t have a boyfriend and lives alone.” the man’s legs were swinging from side to side, his elbows flapping around still trying to remove the iron clasp from his head. But the more he tried the tighter it got. One could almost hear his skull giving in to the pressure of both sides of his head.

“Oh so you are a stalker now.How did you get in?” 

“I have no obligation to tell you.”

“We will see about that.” with just a few steps your fluffy and cute Nunu closed the door to your bedroom and opened the closest window. With a swing of his arm the man was floating mid air, his body completely hanging outside the apartment building. 

“I know the law! I know my rights!You aren’t allowed to do this!”

“Oh really.” he moved one of his fingers letting the scumbag take a good look at how far the ground was. His eyes widened, body trembling as his legs swung trying to cling to something for safety “Your law doesn’t involve me, the rules I follow give me full power of your measly life. That woman inside is mine and here you are walking in on my territory.” the wind covered his face but the golden light looked like a jack-o-lantern flashing in the distance of a storm. 

“What are you?!” his throat tearing apart as the words escaped

“How about you tell me how you got in and I will answer your question.”  The big frame and hand, the eye-color and pure strength felt inhuman

“I-I” he was stumbling over his words “I made-e a spare k-key.”

“How many times have you been in here?” 

“Only a few I swear! I haven’t done anything-g to her!!!” the creep was scratching at Nunu’s strong arm, but there was no traces of anything onto his skin 

“If you had, I would have cut that arm of yours and thrown it to the dogs.”

“Who the fuck are you!?”

“Me? Well, it was a fair exchange of information.” the light of his eyes illuminated the disgusting man’s face. As he slowly removed one finger after the other, the height became even more clear to the victim-to-be “I am your end.” there was a moment where everything froze in time. The moon gave one last light, illuminating the big sharp teeth, the golden color now engraved into the almost squished brain of the man. He couldn’t take his eyes off his killer as his body kept going down and down, until *THUD*...it had nowhere else to go.

  Soon after the window was closed again and sounds of the storm once more ruled over the dark night. With a small amount of power the double key to your apartment was crushed to fine specks of nothingness.

  The hours rolled one after the other and the sun soon pushed passed the moon and shined over the land beneath itself. Twelve came and went, so did one pm and then 2, 3 when you finally felt the need to getup. Slowly your body rose from the comfort of the covers and your eyes fluttered open like small butterflies. You stretched a bit and jumped out of bed. 

  With a happy jump in your step ,you made your way towards the kitchen. 

“Breakfast, breakfast.” singing the word over and over again, you flipped a few pancakes and placed them on a huge plate “Now it’s time for Nunu, Nunu.” his name also turned into a morning song, as you cooked up some veggies and meat real quick. 

  Everything was done and plated, when you sat down and stabbed pretty aggressively the delicious looking pancake that you couldn’t just wait and devour.

“Nunu!” you yelled out “Breakfast!” 

“I heard the first time.” a big hand grabbed a hold of your wrist and pulled the fork back behind your ear. The sudden motion scared you and you fell of the chair looking directly at a man, standing tall and pretty naked.

“Omg Omg Omg Omg Omg Omg Omg! It’s a naked man in my house, naked man in my house!” looking to the side, you covered with one hand your face as you kept repeating over and over again the same words.

“Last night you didn’t seem to care much if I had clothes on.” his comment brought you back in seconds to what happened the night before all this.Memories flooded your now rested self and you began slowly to understand....it wasn’t a dream. The creep and also your-

“Nunu!” jumping up you pointed at him, but looked away again noticing once more how naked he actually was “Wait!” grabbing the cover off the couch, you threw it at him “Put that on.”

 After some time you found yourself walking side to side in front of the now covered Nunu and the naked couch his body was resting on.

“So my dog, that I adopted 2 days ago turned into a man, a damn big one. How tall are you?” he shrugged and you continued “Not to mention saved me from that dude that creeps everyone out.....I sat on your lap!!!” a sudden blush rushed onto your face, which you tried to chase away by talking even more and even faster “The vet never told me that during full moons my pet turns human.” there was a small pause “Are you a werewolf?Am I allowed to say that? Is it racist for like ummm... ”

“No, I am a hybrid, but in the past your kind categorized mine as werewolves. I go by both, not that picky.” 

“Wow.” collapsing on the floor you were trying to get a grip on yourself “Nunu...I mean....I can’t call a grown man Nunu that is strange! What is your name?”

“Born Son Hyunwoo, but everyone just called me Shownu. For short i guess.” you kept nodding as he spoke “Look, I can leave if y-” his words were cut off when you suddenly stood up and cupped his cheeks with a slight slapping sound echoing 

“NO!...I mean don’t. I remember very well what I said last night and I meant every word.” pulling back you flashed him the same smile “ You are a part of my family now, my Nunu-ach.” the name got stuck on your throat “I guess I should call you Shownu in this form. More fitting I guess. “ clapping your hands you eyed him up and down “Speaking of fitting we gotta get you some clothes.” 

  Your dad left some of his, last time he visited since your mom filled the luggage up with stuff she bought for her friends as souvenirs. They were somewhat ok on him, but super funny looking so you tried your best to sneak a gigantic man during the most busiest time of the day through the back alleys. You pushed Shownu in the first store that caught your eye and left him in the changing rooms, just in case someone saw how bad he was dressed. Three piles of clothes later, you had some things that he liked and looked amazing on him. 

 The moment you stepped out of the store, you felt like such a release of stress, no more sneaking around for the day. He was quite big and looking up at him was enough for you to realize he wasn’t human. Tall and muscular build and that dreamy face of his. Catching yourself in thirsty thoughts made you slap your cheeks, stunning the man in his step. 

  You were almost home, when a sudden idea popped into your head. “Wait here I will right back.” and you ran off somewhere. Shownu waited and waited, but began getting worried about you, so he followed your scent just to find you talking with a lady.

“Y/N?” he asked and the woman giggled upon seeing him

“Your boyfriend maybe?”

“Ah no.” the woman slapped your shoulder 

“Aw don’t be shy sweetie, I was young once too.Oh wow.” she began squeezing Shownu’s arms “What a strong young man, you got a good one.” with a wink she said her goodbyes and left. The boy looked at you with a lonely puppy look in his eyes. 

“Were you worried?” his face got serious again, but he nodded once making you suddenly feel a warm feeling. Taking your time, both of you started walking towards the building again. “By the way!”  his attention was all on you “That lady is my neighbor from the 2nd floor. Do you know what she told me?”Shownu shook his head “So apparently one of the guards found that creep from last night next to the bins behind the building. He apparently fell off some floor. If it weren’t for the pile of snow under him, he would have been dead. He was apparently talking all kinds of nonsense and they took him to a mental hospital. The police are investigating it all now.”

“Oh really? That is strange.” his tone was the same, no emotion in it.

“Yeah.Wanna buy some food since you now look 5 times the pup I had yesterday?” upon hearing the word food Shownu jumped up and you could see his eyes glowing.You could have sworn there was a tail going left and right behind him. His dog manners were obvious even in this form. He followed you into the store and walked right next to you looking at all the things inside. His eyes glistened each time you put something in the basket. After awhile you started to have trouble carrying it, when Shownu reached out and grabbed it.

“Don’t worry about this and just buy things, I will keep this close for you.” 

  You were walking from one section to the other, looking at prices, ingredients. Shopping never felt so easy. Paying fast Shownu picked up the bags and started walking next to you. You two were having small talk, but you soon noticed that his eyes weren’t moving from the small bag you hand around your wrist. The expression he was making, made you giggle to yourself, it was just so cute. 

“I will show you when we get home.” with a jump in your step you informed the interested boy. 

[writer-and-artist27]

Power of Friendship

Heavily inspired by the many times I was down, only for Osie and Lang to find me and pick me up to keep going all over again. And this is a sequel to the previous fic of Hiding in the Dark, because Otoha and Kei can’t let a certain pianist wander for oh so long. Everyone deserves some light in their lives.

The themes for this little story consist of three recommendations from Lang and one last pick from me: (1) Light Up the Dark by Taylor Henderson, (2) Love Story Meets Viva La Vida from the Piano Guys, (3) the piano cover of Shut Up and Dance + Best Song Ever from the Rogers Family, and (4) Stars and Flowers (Piano Version) from Yuki Yuna is a Hero. To help with all the Friendship Feels. ;D

Dedicated to @owlsofstarlight and @langwrites. Because we’re the Writer’s Guild, and I hope fluff helps with the long night. You two have done a lot for me. It’s best to show how much, because I can’t be more thankful.

They shouldn’t have noticed. They weren’t supposed to have noticed.

For these past few years, I tried to keep my chakra on the down-low. Kei and Otoha were both sensors, and if I wanted to not trouble them with my emotions, it meant sealing off what I could. Boarding up — bottling up as much as I could.

It felt cowardly, almost hypocritical to give white lies of, “I’m okay” in the face of the Narutoverse. The fact that I was hiding away from my reincarnation buddies in spite of my own wish to be with them forever. In spite of my outer exterior encouraging emotional honesty when it came to personal problems.

Still, it didn’t change the fact that the darkness in my heart was my burden. I had to handle it. It was my weight, not theirs. Kei and Otoha had enough on their plates. They deserved more than worried tears about the future, more than my useless ideas.

They didn’t need to worry about me.

Yet, somehow, I was open enough to be caught off guard again.

“Tomo?”

Kei’s call of my nickname didn’t sound any different from usual, and even with the electric mixer on, I could still flip the switch off to turn around and face her. The cake batter could wait. It sounded like she needed something. “Mm? What is it, Kei?”

I couldn’t lie to her face like that. It was probably foolish to even try, because her hands were shoved in her jacket pockets and a wry, dry smile was on her face. “Think we can talk? Just for a bit. Otoha’s already in the other room.”  

My heart clenched on itself.

Hisako was already giving the mental push. C’mon, Tomoko-chan. Don’t freeze.

I sucked in a breath to steady myself. My chakra was still rolling around in my gut, adding to the butterflies that started popping up at Kei’s question, and I had to force it down. It wasn’t the time to be the deer in headlights. I wasn’t that little girl. I wasn’t.

This isn’t the old world, this isn’t the old world, this isn’t the old world.

I just had to keep repeating that mantra. Outwardly, I put on a small smile in return. “Sure? But…” the words felt somewhat foreign on my tongue as the first bit of honesty was already coming out. “What for, Kei?”

In the time it had taken for me to reply, Kei had only turned around to face the hallway. A single second was all it took for her to swivel her head back to meet my stare, something dark in her eyes. “Just to talk, Tomo,” she offered her hand to me. “Just to talk.”

My heart clenched again. I glanced between her open hand and the floor. “…This won’t trouble you?”

I didn’t even know where the question came from. But by the time it was already out in the air, I couldn’t stop myself.

Kei’s eyes widened a small margin, almost in surprise before softening. There was a spark in the black eyes replacing the dark from before, a spark that I could at least pinpoint as, “agreement” and “oh, you.” Fond exasperation, I think. It reminded me of — of Vy’s Dad. The same soft care. “Nah, it’s no real trouble,” she still gestured with her open hand towards me. It was hard to miss the small smile on Kei’s face. “Let’s just go to your room, Tomo. Trust me.”

For the last signal, Hisako grinned softly.

Even with my blood starting to race in my veins from all the butterflies, my hand was already resting in hers before I could consider any other options.

The walk to my room wasn’t that long. But Otoha was indeed there, letting out a soft dinosaur roar of recognition as soon as Kei opened the door. I didn’t know if the roar was of happiness or of some other emotion, but Kuroha-san seemed happy enough. “Glad to see you, Kei-Kei, To-To.”

That nickname still had some getting used to, because the heat flooding my cheeks was nothing to laugh at. “H-Hi again, Kuroha-san.”

Even without raising my head, I knew Kei was smiling. The dork. “C’mon, Tomo, less blushing, more talking.” Then my hand was being tugged and I could barely hold back from flailing as she guided me over to the floor where Kuroha-san was sitting. It didn’t take long for her to neatly plop down on a nearby seat cushion, and with her continued grip on my hand, I had no choice but to follow her example in doing the same. Because apparently the ninja had time to find the seat cushions in my closet and take them out for us to make a small group huddle.

“Um,” I said slowly, because this was not expected in the slightest. “What’s going on…?”

Otoha swiveled her head in Kei’s direction before slowly flapping a hand in the air. “Me first or you, Lang-Lang?” The small nervous laugh was unmistakable.

I was missing something. Um.

Kei sighed, and it was only then that I realized she had let go of my hand. “Might as well.” The tone had turned almost sad somehow, and I probably should have expected the next statement. Especially considering the cold air of my room somehow. My thoughts at the time chalked it up to the open window, but still.

It didn’t stop my heart from freezing once Kei turned to me with a raised eyebrow. “Tomo, I’m going to be level with you. Please cut the crap.”

“Eh?” was my rather intelligent answer. Because really, Kei had never taken that tone of voice before. Even in the few times I had seen her train with Team Minato in those sessions so long ago, she never got that short and to the point in front of me. This was new, and I didn’t know what to make of it. What left me instead of any other follow-up comment was, “What do you mean?”

Kei sighed again, and it was obvious something was weighing on her mind before Otoha interrupted with a raised hand. “To-To, you’ve been hiding your chakra away from us for the past few weeks, and we’re not in Kansas anymore. There’s no Wicked Witch to drop a house on, so what made you lose sight of the Yellow Brick Road?”

Hisako held back a knowing snort.

I was already starting to feel my hands shake. “K-Kuroha…san…”

“For better terms,” Kei added, tone going back to that same quiet, “You’ve been hiding something, Tomo. And we’re worried. What’s going on?”

Otoha’s jaw clenched before they added a soft and troubled mumble of agreement.

The urge to cry was starting to show up again. For the goddamn umpteenth time.

Of course they would notice. Of course they would.

How could I even think of hiding from my reincarnation buddies? My bestest friends in this whole wide world?

But after losing Leo and Josh…

Hisako was already hugging me. She knew. Of course she knew.

I took in the deepest breath I could muster, letting go of my chakra by just a little bit. “…Are you sure? H-Hearing me out, I mean? I’m…I’m not the best right now, and, and,” the crying urge was already starting to show in my voice, frig, “I’m kinda…yeah. Holding together. Slowly. B-Barely. Yeah.” A lump was already surfacing in my throat. “I’m—I’m trying not to cry. Again.”  

“Tomoko,” And now Kei was using my full name, what— “It’s okay. You’re with us. There’s a privacy seal on your door and Otoha and I are the only ones here.” A hand was resting over both of mine again, and it was obvious who it was. The tears were blurring my vision, but I could still make out the familiar calluses that was my first friend. “I said it before. Whatever you have to say, I’ll listen. Even now.” The smile in her voice was obvious as she squeezed my hands. “I know I still want to hear it.”

Another hand was quickly covering Kei’s, making a huddle on top of both of mine, and I tried not to jump. “Me too,” Otoha added just as quietly. I could even hear the beginnings of a comforting dinosaur trill in her voice with the gesture. “I want to hear it too, Vy-Vy.”

I didn’t deserve these two. I didn’t.

The first drops were already falling onto the pile of hands. “I-I don’t deserve you two. I just—I just don’t.” I wanted to smile, but the tears made it hard to even muster one as it kept cracking on my cheeks, the snot already starting to clog my nose. “I-I… I hid because I’m not worth it. Because I keep doubting you two. Because I’m afraid.”

Kei exhaled shakily, her voice coming out calm and controlled. “Of us? Or what?” She paused before the realization set in. “Of being alone? Of us leaving?”

Of course she would remember that talk about Ty.

The tears kept falling down on our combined hands as I could only nod jerkily.

“To-To…” Otoha’s other hand was already patting my head, and it took all I had to not lurch away from the gesture. “Dorothy didn’t leave you, and I’m not going to leave either. Although,” they paused, glancing at Kei once from what I could see through my bangs before continuing with a confused, “what would that make Kei? The Cowardly Lion? Because I’m pretty sure Kakashi’s the Scarecrow.”

Kei blinked before barking down a sudden laugh. “Os, I don’t think I’m lion-material.”

There was confusion running through my blood this time, but there was still one thing left to address. I tried not to choke. “…You knew?”

Kei and Otoha both were now turning back to stare at me again. A single second was all it took for Otoha’s voice to turn soft, their other hand patting my head all over again as a small dinosaur hum left their lips. “Yeah. Your chakra said everything, To-To. And you wear your heart on your sleeve. It was obvious. And, and we’re not going to leave you.”

The tears were falling faster now. Frig. “I-I think Kei’s the Tin Man with her swords…” But the sniffles were hard to ignore too. My chakra was flooding me like a tsunami because my limits were hit.

Hisako was still silent, hugging me.

They knew. Despite my lies, despite my hiding, they knew. They freakin’ knew. The questions were already leaving me faster than I could think on them, between the starts of sobs. “A-And you’re—you’re not going to leave? Even though I’m the girl who can’t forget the sight of her own blood? Even though I’m the girl who nearly broke her entire past family apart because she didn’t know her brother was doing something wrong? Even though—” my jaw clenched at the exact same time my heart did. “Even though I’m a useless civilian who’s worth jack shit…”

Otoha was already letting out a loud and troubled pterodactyl wail as Kei reached out with her other, free hand to squeeze my shoulder.

Frig, I was already crying, and I couldn’t even meet their eyes. I couldn’t even stop myself from asking the last question. “Why…why do you two still care?”

“Why do you stay?” was left unsaid because I couldn’t find the courage to even muster that anymore. The words were already out there, and I was going to reap whatever repercussions they had.  

I wasn’t expecting the headbutt. It was sudden, quick, and painful, but I was reeling back, and then I could only see resolute and pained black eyes. “Tomo.” Kei’s voice had turned hard, and it only vaguely registered that she was angry. What? “Tomo. You’re seriously asking that? Is it so hard to understand?” She was resting her head against mine, eyes closing slowly in time with her breathing. Even with the tears, I could still make out hers and Otoha’s hands still holding mine down from shuddering. “I've never seen you do a single thing bad enough to deserve how much weight you keep piling on your shoulders. You’re not useless, and you’re better than that.”

Those black eyes were opening to stare at me again, and I took in a shaky breath. “You’re my friend, Tomo. I don’t care about what your past says. Or the dark. I just care about you.”

My heart froze.

Hisako was smiling. There it is.

My reply was choked down to a small, “Eh?”

Kei was pulling away to give more distance, and then I could see the brown hair that was Kuroha-san. When— “To-To…” they mumbled a small, mournful noise before reaching with both hands past Kei’s fingers to touch mine. “To-To, you didn’t exclude me and forget me. You put up with my shit. You made me remember that I’m more than a faceless ninja.” A crooked grin was on their face, and I could barely find myself breathing. “You helped me remember that I’m real. So, I’m not leaving you. Lang-Lang and I, we aren’t leaving you.” They squeezed what they could of my fingers through the hand-pile. “We’re in this together, Vy-Vy. So, don’t be scared.”

The waterworks were officially on now.

I couldn’t even stop the sobs leaving my lips as my nose started to feel runny. “You two…ohmifreakinggod, you two ninja…”

Kei was smiling wryly as the tears kept falling down on our hand pile. “What Os said, all the way.” She was already reaching over with her not-wet hand to offer the start of what was looking like a big Group Hug. “C’mon, Tomo. You’re stuck with us for life, so quit hiding.”

“K-Keiiiiiiiiii…Otohaaaaaaaa…!” was the culmination of the high-pitched, choked noises that left my throat, and once Otoha was adding in a small and cute dinosaur hum, I finally lost it.

Otoha and Kei didn’t even seem to mind that I literally threw myself at them.

My heart wasn’t cold, the room felt warm, and my friends were hugging as hard as they could back. Even if my back was a bit sore from crouching for so long, even if my throat was becoming hoarse from all the crying, it didn’t change the fact that they were here.

Kei and Otoha — Lang and Os. They were here.

We were definitely Best Friends.

I could be with them. It was okay.

No doubts at all.

The darkness could finally be laid to rest.

“You doooooooorks…! H-How can you live saying that cheesy stuff~~?!”

“This coming from the girl who can’t go without a hug every day?”

“That’s what makes her To-To!”

“Heyyyyyyyyy…!”

“Aw, Tomo, it’s okay. I don’t think we meant for you to cry.”

“Th-These are happy tears, you doofus! You complete, ridiculous, insufferable, lovable, doofus!”

“One of those is not like the other, one of those just doesn’t belong~!”

“Heh. That’s how it should be.”

“You doooooooooorks…!”

“Love you too, dork.”

“We’re dorks for life!”

[superfandomdqueensnook]

Shortie Pie (Peter Quill x Female Reader) One-shot/Drabble

Pairing: Peter Quill x Female Reader

Summary: Peter and Y/N are bickering again. Drax comments, Gamora smiles, Rocket can’t stand the sexual tension and mushy stuff, and Groot is in his room playing video games, again.

Word Count: 595

Warnings: Implied sex, some swearing, I think that is it

A/N: This is for @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics a fluffy fic is needed when you need a smile. I hope this is fluffy enough. Unbeta’d.

Masterlist

“I’m not short, you are just freakishly tall, Quill,” Y/N stated, glaring up at Peter. Y/N and Peter have been friends since she became a part of the Guardians of the Galaxy with Mantis.

“Sure thing, shortie pie,” Peter grinned at her.

Y/N’s face was tinging a fiery red. “I am 5”8 1/2, some people would consider this tall!”

Peter’s grin grew. “Well-“

Drax laughed, Peter and Y/N looked at him. There was a huge ass smile on his face, “You bicker like a couple. Unresolved sexual tension, when will you have sex and spare us from this?”

“I-what-huh-what are you talking about?” Y/N’s face went from angry red, to blushing rose. Sure, Peter and Y/N were the only Terrans of the Guardians. Y/N didn’t think that meant much, she was more worried that her attraction and affection for Peter was that obvious.  

Peter looked at Y/N, he just about preened over how cute her rosy cheeks looked, he held back his aww.

Y/N looked at him with confusion written on her face, “Did you just aww? Why did you aww anyways?”

Well, shit, apparently he said it aloud. Guess it’s confession time, “You look adorable blushing.”

Y/N’s mouth dropped, she stared at him.

“What?!” she squeaked out.

“I’m into you?” it came out more of a question than a statement. Peter started feeling uncomfortable, maybe he shouldn't have told her about his feelings.

“Goddamnit! Just kiss already!” Rocket apparently was getting sick of these two dancing around their feelings.

“Can I kiss you?” Y/N asked quietly, looking at him with a mix of hopeful and kinda shy.

“Oh God yes.”

Y/N leaned up as Peter leaned down, they met in the middle for a soft gentle and kinda hesitant kiss. Pulling back a bit, Y/N asked, “So I’m adorable, even with my shortness?”

“Especially with your shortness.”

“Kiss me again?”

Peter smiled, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Y/N’s arms wound around his neck pulling him down a bit, standing on her tippy-toes to meet him again in a less hesitant kiss. Butterflies flapped around Y/N’s and Peter’s stomachs like some crazy birds trying to fly away.

“Get a room you two,” Gamora told them flatly. Pulling back, Y/N looked at Gamora to see her having a small smile, it was in the next moment. Mantis was smiling happily, Drax was cackling again, Rocket looked as if he could barf, and Groot…well, Groot wasn’t in the room. Teenage Groot is probably in his room playing video games again, not as Y/N didn’t join him time to time.

“Now get out of here, I don’t want to witness you sucking each other’s face off.”

“Rocket!” Mantis gasped, scandalized.

Y/N doubled over laughing, “Don’t worry about it Mantis, we’ll make Rocket uncomfortable another. I want some privacy with Quill right now.”

She winked at Mantis, then turned tugging Peter behind her.

“Some privacy huh?”

They got into Peter’s quarters before she turned to him. Smirking, she ran a hand through his hair, tugging him down to her, she whispered huskily, “Yes, some privacy. For at least a few hours.”

She bit his lip, sucking a little bit. Peter let out a moan, his eyes fluttered closed. Between the look, he was getting from her and her biting his lip, his pants were a bit tight.

“Only a few hours?”

She grinned. “Depends doesn’t it? It could take all day if we want.”

Giving him a look, whatever there was of self-control he had broke. Lifting her up, her legs wrapped his waist and hands cupping his face.

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I Can do that With my Eyes Closed: 7

Camila presses her nose against the cold glassof the window. Small clouds of condensation grow and shrink as she breathes gently out her mouth. The glass had small crystals of ice forming on the sides and despite it only being November, snowflakes fell from the grey sky.They swirled in large lazy circles before reaching the window panes and melting into puddles.

Camila frowns as she watches a particularly large snowflake land in a puddle, already initiating its doom. It melts slowly, each small section of the icy art shrinking and disappearing until its presence seemed to have never been there at all. It was a beautiful process of course, but it was also quite depressing. Such a complex creation falling for what seemed eternity only to be destroyed in the end.

Camila sighs. She could sympathize. She too felt like she was falling. Falling and never knowing which direction she was going in.

She leans back from the window, forcing her eyes to close and dampen after staring for so long at the hypnotizing flakes. She keeps them closed for a minute, taking her time to lean against the couch and take a few deep breaths. Even when she was sitting still, as she was now, the ground underneath her feet seemed so far away and all of her surroundings spun around her in taunting circles. Her breath was constantly being sucked from her lungs as she free fell to no particular destination. Her stomach felt as if an army of caterpillars had taking shelter in her stomach, dangling cocoons from her ribs before crawling out as colorful butterflies and although butterflies were gentle, the flapping from their wings tickled her chest and made it hard to breathe.

“Mila?” Camila didn’t even realize that she had started to fall asleep until she hears Ally’s soft voice and felt a small hand on her shoulder.

She blinks open her eyes and squints as they adjusted to the light. “Hmm?”

Ally smiles at Camila affectionately and takes a seat next to the girl on Ally’s couch. “You were falling asleep.” Ally giggled slightly.   

Camila chuckles. “So I see.” She rubs at her eyes for a few seconds before adjusting her posture into a straight sitting position. She suddenly remembers the whole reason that she had come over to Ally’s room in the first place. “Oh, are we going to cook those pies?”

Ally bites her lips to hold in a laugh. “Camila, it’s been three hours, the first half you spent looking out the window and the second you were battling with sleep. They are already done.”

Camila frowns, sniffing the air and feeling her mouth water as she practically tastes the fresh pies. “Oh…..” She can’t believe that she had promised to come over and help Ally make pies for their upcoming Thanksgiving meal and she had spent the whole time well…. not helping. “Ally, I’m so sorry, I meant to help, I really did.”

Ally gives Camila a sympathetic smile, though Camila was expecting a forgiving one. “It’s okay Mila. I know you didn’t really come over here to help me bake. I mean, no offense Milz, but you kinda suck at baking. Last time you set my smoke alarm off and the whole dorm had to evacuate remember?”

Camila nods, but she is confused. She hadn’t come here to help bake pie? Since when? “But… I did come here to make pies?” She said in a half question, half statement.

Ally sighs, moving from the edge of the couch to an actually comfortable spot next to Camila. “C'mon Mila, we both know that you don’t like to cook. Why would you volunteer to come help me if the only thing that we would be doing is cooking? I mean I love hanging out with you, we don’t get much one on one time, but don’t you realize the real reason you are here?”

Camila looks at Ally’s kind and understanding face with utter confusion. “I… I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

Ally shakes her head at Camila, but not in a bad way. More in a I-can’t-believe-she-doesn’t-realize-something-really-obvious-but-I-love-her-for-it kind of way. “Camila you are here because you don’t want to be around Dinah.”

Camila frowns. “Dinah? But I mean, I love Dinah. She is my best friend, and my roommate. Why wouldn’t I want to be around Dinah?”

Ally laughs. “Do I really have to explain your own feelings to you Mila?”

Camila just huffs, leaning deeper into the comfy couch cushions. “But Ally, you aren’t making any sense.”

Ally takes that as a yes. “I’m going to try and be as nice as possible because I love you Mila,” She pauses. “You volunteered to come help me cook because you knew Dinah wouldn’t be here. You didn’t want to be around her because every time you are, you get butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks turn red and well…. you like her. Camila, you like Dinah, as more than a friend.”

Ally looks at Camila with eyes full of understanding and acceptance. It makes part of Camila want to break down in tears and admit to everything that Ally is saying. She can easily see that Ally supports her sexuality as well as her crush. She can see so much love and kindness.

The other part of her disagrees. The other part of her thinks this is some trick and that Ally is only trying to expose Camila. This part contends with the other. She does not like Dinah more than a friend. What Ally is saying is a lie. Ally doesn’t know anything, and she shouldn’t.

Unfortunately, the latter side wins and she stands up defensively. “I do not!” She argues back almost childish. Mostly because her subconscious knows she doesn’t have much to argue in her defense.

Ally furrows her brows. “Camila calm down, It’s not a bad thing….” Ally stand up to try to calm Camila down who looks red faced and scared.

“Yeah, it’s not a bad thing because it isn’t a thing at all! I don’t…. Dinah is…. I’m not gay!” Camila’s voice starts out borderline a yell, but as her argument grows weaker, her voice becomes strained and small. She looks like she is about to cry, but her unreasonable side is not willing to admit defeat and she bites her lip to distract her senses.

Ally holds her hands up in defense. “Alright!” Ally calmly admits. “I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

Camila can tell that she is lying, but Ally is so sweet and caring and she didn’t mean anything of it, so Camila nods as a sign of forgiveness, but makes no move to return to the couch.

“Yeah.” She agrees softly.

The look Ally gives her is sad, obviously Camila has some issues with coming to terms with her sexuality and Ally does not want to pressure the girl in any way, but seeing Camila so distressed about the whole situation makes her sad to think what made Camila so defensive when talking of the subject.

“I won’t bring it up again, okay? Not unless you want to.” Ally assures the girl.

Camila nervously clenches and unclenches one of her firsts and nods. “Okay…. I uh, I gotta go. Normani should be back from gymnastics soon.” Camila makes up a lame excuse because she can fell Ally’s pitiful looks and she doesn’t like them.

Ally nods, knowing that Normani wasn’t to be back for another hour or so but accepting the fact that Camila needed time alone. “Okay, if you ever need to talk, I’m here for you Mila.”

Camila nods, giving Ally a quick hug before leaving the room quietly. Ally watches the door close behind her and sinks into the couch with a huff.

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“Are you okay Chanch?” Dinah looks at Camila with concerned eyes after catching Camila staring at her for the fifth time the morning. Not in a creepy way, but more like she keeps zoning out while her eyes happen to be looking in Dinah’s direction or at least that’s what Dinah thinks she is doing.

Camila blinks and shakes her head a bit. “Uh… yes?”

Dinah shakes her head at the girls. “You don’t even know what I said, do you?” She chuckles.

Camila feels her cheeks go read and she wishes that just for once she could maybe not blush. Camila blushes so often that Dinah must think she has some sort of skin condition that gives her high blood pressure and makes her cheeks red or something. She probably looks like a fool. “I asked if you were okay? You have been zoning out all morning and it’s not like you. I mean, you zone out a lot, but not this much.”

Camila forces her smile to stay on her face rather than be replaced by the frown threatening to take control of her features. Had she really been zoning out that much? She glances at the small microwave clock. 10:30?! The last she remembered it had been around 9! Okay, so maybe she was zoning out a lot. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks once more as her blush turned from a mellow pink to a deep tomato red. Perfect.

“Oh, um. Yes.” Camila answers and smiles. “I just didn’t get that much sleep is all.” The statement was true. Camila had been unable to fall asleep last night with Ally’s words running through her head. It was as if they played on repeat like a broken record and her mind just had to start up a whole argument against it. Apparently she has the whole debate team in her head and the they happen to pick the worst times to have their competitions. There were other reasons to support her claim as well, the sleep walking of course always played a part in her sleep schedule and last night, according to Normani, she had been out and about, nearly half the night.

Dinah nods in understanding and Camila wonders why she doesn’t use the excuse more since she has plenty of reasons to support it. “Are you sure that’s it?”

Camila nods and hopes she looks convincing. “Yep, I guess it’s all just catching up to me is all."     

Dinah walks over to pull Camila into a hug and although she doesn’t squeeze tight, the oxygen in Camila’s lungs decide to evacuate and leave her breathless. Camila can feel Dinah’s warmth practically seeping into her body and in an attempt to gather more air, she breathes in the sweet scent of coconut shampoo (Dinah refuses to use any other). The smell is one of Camila’s favorite, but it doesn’t seem to clash well with the butterflies that take shelter between her ribs because they pound against her chest erratically.

When Dinah pulls away, she ruffles Camila’s hair, per usual and although it usually annoys Camila, she finds herself feeling grateful for the curtain of hair that covers the shocked expression on her face.

Dinah walks away without a clue as to what is happening inside Camila and Camila stays standing on the same spot for nearly ten minutes as the tiles beneath her feet fade into the distance and her surroundings spin and she has to steady her breathing until her feet graze the ground once more.   

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Little moments like that happen often over the course of the next few days. Classes are out for Thanksgiving which means that none of the girls are busy, ultimately leading to Camila and Dinah spending nearly every waking minute together (although the majority of the time at least one of the other girls is with them but Camila feels like her and Dinah are the only two people in the room).

Dinah and Camila’s fingers graze as they walk across the Quad and Camila trips into the sidewalk, scraping her palms.

Camila and Dinah are sitting on the couch watching The Lion King and although only their shoulders are touching, Camila feels like her entire body in on fire. Dinah leans against her side and Camila nearly has a heart attack because suddenly she is falling so much faster and it’s getting harder to catch her breath.

Dinah and Camila help Ally make stuffing. Well more like Dinah helps Ally make stuffing, Camila finds herself getting distracted with how concentrated Dinah looks as she mixes the ingredients together carefully sticking her tongue out to the side as she attempts to scrap the stuffing off the side of the bowl. She wets her lips and Camila pictures kissing Dinah in her head. When the realization washes over, Camila has to excuse herself to the bathroom in order to calm down. Because she doesn’t like Dinah. She can’t.

Dinah smiles at Camila with that perfect, slightly crooked smile and Camila’s mind goes blank from anything else she was previously thinking (unless it alsoinvolved Dinah which it probably did).

Dinah does really anything and Camila is left to force herself to recover and act like her entire body isn’t involved in a civil war of what to feel and what not to feel.

It’s hard and it’s painful and Camila ends up falling so fast that she decides she is flying through space instead. Spinning in infinite circles with no destination that she will reach by the end of her lifetime. It hurts when the air is squeezed from her lungs and her heart stops beating in her chest. It hurts when the butterflies in her stomach begin swirling in a tornadic mess of wings with sharp edges. It hurts when her body stops functioning and her brain doesn’t seem to work and suddenly she is left piloting a plane with noknowledge of the instructions.

It hurts so much and yet each night when her brain reflects how much she doesn’t like Dinah, she realizes a few things. Even when her heart feels seconds away from combustion, she doesn’t think she has ever held so much love in her body. When thoughts of Dinah take over her mind, she doesn’t think she has ever smiled more genuinely. When her cheeks turn to firetruck red, she has never felt so much joy.

So it hurts and it’s hard, but it’s so very beautiful. 

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Some days are more beautiful than other and she scarcely notices the throbbing in her lungs and the longing in her heart. Some days it’s just Dinah and her and they are best friends and Dinah is just being her perfect self and Camila is able to enjoy every second of it.

Some days are worse. Some days the throbbing is more like pounding and she finds it difficult to gather air into her body. Some days she can’t get the image of Dinah’s lips from her mind and she has to restrain herself from doing anything rash. Some days, she can barely stand being around Dinah because when she is her speed increases with every touch and Camila is an asteroid on a steady course to destruction, moving light years at a time.

Today is one of those days. She seems to be flying so fast she isn’t even registering her surroundings. All she knows is that the pressure hurts her ears and her heart is about to cave and the suit that she wears to protect her body seems to be malfunctioning because her air is running out with each breath that passes through her lungs. She is breaking apart and she isn’t sure how to make it stop. 

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She slept walk again last night and tripped over the couch. Dinah had babied her with that adorable pout of her and those big brown eyes that get all concerned and such. Looking at Dinah had hurt way more than the blue and green bruises forming on her knees. She hadn’t gone back to bed like everyone else did.

She started the day with bruised knees, a stubbed toe, and a heavy weight in her heart. Of course, just as anyone would think, that is not a good way to start you day. Everything went downhill after that.

Normani spent the day going to the gym before helping Ally prepare for their Friendsgiving (as Ally like to call it) dinner that was to take place tomorrow. Camila didn’t know what exactly Ally was making, but she did know that it took Ally nearly every day of the break to prepare and they still had today and most of tomorrow left. Lauren was out with some friend from her art class, Lucy, Camila thinks her name is. They have been hanging out a lot since two weeks ago when Lauren had told Camila about the girl and her plan to spy on her ex friends and Dinah’s current harassers.

So, that leaves Dinah and Camila (Dinah was not invited to go help Ally after she had purposely mixed together all of Ally’s vinegar and baking soda). Camila was dreading it the second that Dinah woke up. In fact, as soon as she saw Dinah stirring across the room her heart sped up and she hopped into the shower and stayed there until the water turned cold and her lips turned blue. Then she was forced to come out.

Dinah had given her that concerned face again. The one with the giant brown eyes and the pouty lips and the gentle caresses that barely brushed her skin. Despite Dinah’s ghost touches, each graze over her skin burned.

They opted for watching movies since Camila wasn’t required to talk too much and Dinah was on her period so she felt kind of lazy anyways.

At the beginning of the first movie, they wereat opposite ends of the couch and although Dinah’s side profile was enough togive Camila a heart attack, she actually thought she might be okay.

By the beginning of the second, their legs were touching in the middle of the couch after they had both gotten cold and opted on sharing a blanket (Camila had refused at first but Dinah had caught her mid shiver and Camila was sucked in).

By the third movie, Dinah decided that sharing the blanket in the middle wasn’t enough and opted for leaning against Camila’s body to preserve heat.

By forth Dinah decides to rest her head in Camila’s lap, and draw patterns on the thigh of Camila’s jeans. Camila thinks that Dinah branding her with invisible patterns is the final step.

She doesn’t really register what happens next. She figures that maybe she finally crashed. She finally stopped falling and she hadn’t been ready for the collision.

"No…."She whispers it at first and Dinah doesn’t even look away from the TV. "No, no,no, nonononononono!” She gradually gets louder.   

Dinah sits up in a panic and as soon as Dinah’s head is off her lap and out of the way, Camila is jumping to her feet and pulling her hands through her hair. “I can’t!” She can’t seem to get enough air into her lungs (per usual, but this time she is official out) and she just hurts so much.

“What….Camila? What’s wrong?” Dinah is quick to toss their previous shared blanket to the floor and hurry to her own feet.

Camila is pacing in short circles, one fist clenched around her hair while the other is pushed over her aching heart. “No! Stop!” Camila can’t listen to how concerned and scared Dinah’s voice is, it only makes the cracks in her heart spread faster. Camila is afraid that the elaborate cracks will turn hard and eventually her heart will be constricted in a net, caught by Dinah herself.

Dinah takes a step forward to try to grab the girl in any effort to calm her down and Camila knows that once Dinah’s hands touch her own she’s a goner. So she doesn’t let their hands touch. She books it out the door. 

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Lauren takes a sip of her drink, watching Lucy as the girl returns from grabbing another red solo cup. Lauren is so glad that Lucy worked up the courage to come talk to her two weeks ago, because since then, they have been texting constantly (so much that Ally has begun teasing her when she smiles at her phone). Lucy is funny, artsy, creative, athletic, beautiful, and everything Lauren could imagine.

“Hey Laur.” Lucy greets with a cheesy smile.

“Hey Luce.” Lauren brings her own red cup up to cheers with Lucy and they both take a sip.

Lauren had forgotten how much she loved parties. She had figured that living in a dorm that hosted one every night would ruin the experience for her, but it’s nearly four months into the school year with only a few appearances and so far she hasn’t had any complaints.

They had only arrived thirty or so minutes ago and after a few drinks, they were beginning to feel the alcohol in their system. “Man, I am so fucking glad I grew some balls and invited you to this party.”

Lauren looks up from her drink to see Lucy staring at her with admiring eyes and she smiles a giddy sort of smiles. “Me too!” She agrees. “And I’m also really glad that I got your number.” She adds.

“My roommate teases me all the time about my secret girlfriend.” Lucy laughs and at the mention of the world girlfriend, Lauren feels herself get excited.

“Mine too! They are always wondering why I’m smiling down at my phone. You are making me lose my badass reputation Vives.” Lauren cocks an eyebrow at her friend.

Lucy snorts. “You? A badass? I can’t believe I ever believed that shit. I mean no offense Lo, but you are practically a puppy.”

“That is so not true. I’ve done way more badass things than you have!” She takes a large gulp of her drink.

“Oh yeah?” Lucy challenges. She motions for Lauren to chug her drink and the green eyed girl does as she is told while Lucy does the same. When they both have empty glasses, Lucy goes to fill them back up. “Alright, now we have even amounts.” She says when she returns. “We are playing, never have I ever.”

Lauren scoffs playfully. “Oh yeah, because that game is so badass.”

Lucy raises her eyebrow. “You don’t think you can beat me?”

Lauren shakes her head. “Damn you and your knowledge of my competitive side.” She has to yell a bit to be heard over the crowd.

Lucy smirks, knowing that she has one. “You first.” She demands.

Lauren nods, starting low. “Never have I ever….kissed a man with a handle bar mustache.”

Lucy pauses to see if Lauren’s serious and when she realizes that the green eyed girl is dead serious, she bursts out laughing, but takes a sip. Lauren nods. “Aw, so you like facial hair?”

Lucy sticks out her tongue. “Ew, no! It was possibly the worst kiss I’ve ever had.” Lauren smiles knowing that since she doesn’t have facial hair, it gives her a one up to about one fourth of the people here. It is No shave November after all. “Okay, never have I ever…… done body shots.”

Lauren pauses for a minute before taking a sip, keeping her eyes on Lucy the whole time with a determined smirk.

“Lauren! Boy or girl?” Lucy exclaims while laughing.

“Take your pick.” Lauren wiggles her brows.

“Both? Geez. Okay fine, pick a hard one now.” Lucy leans forward a bit as she waits for Lauren.

“Okay, never have I ever…. Had sex with a girl.” Lauren waits for a response and Lucy takes a large gulp.

Lauren hides a frown and Lucy feels the needs to add, “Once, but I was too drunk to remember.”

Lauren feels a little bit better, but also a little…. Jealous? She looks down to see how close Lucy is and when she is met with Lucy’s lips only inches from her own, her breathing becomes heavy. She can taste the alcohol from Lucy’s breath as it hits her lips and she can see the black of Lucy’s dilated pupil as the meet eyes.

“Never have I ever made out…..” Lucy looks uncomfortable, she swallows a bit, a lustful look in her eyes. She bites her lip and she blatantly checks Lauren out, her eyes pausing at Lauren’s breasts. “Underneath a turkey balloon.”

Lauren looks up and sees a giant turkey balloon floating just above her head. She can feel Lucy’s ragged breathing against her skin and she decides that the rules of this game are stupid. “Screw this.” She breathes out. She chugs her drink, tossing the cup aside and pulls Lucy towards her.

Their lips meet somewhere in the middle. Lauren is moving her lips against Lucy’s, Lucy is pressing her tongue into Lauren’s mouth. They don’t waste time. In fact every second of their kiss is used to show their lust and their attraction. Lucy bites at Lauren’s bottom lip and Lauren moans, pulling the girl closer into her body and resting a hand just above Lucy’s butt.

Lucy is pressing Lauren against the wall and deep moans escape both of their mouths as they hungrily attack each other’s lips. Suddenly lips are pressing toLauren’s neck and she can feel Lucy sucking along her neck, no doubt leaving bruises. Lauren would normally care. Lucy isn’t normal though.

Lauren moans once more as Lucy sucks particularly hard on her collar bone and Lucy pulls away with large eyes and swollen lips. “Wow.” She mutters after a bit.

Lauren chuckles, breathing heavily from their quick make out session. “Yeah, wow.” She agrees. “I mean that was just…. Amazing.”

Lucy holds up a finger to signal for Lauren to wait and she turns to chug her temporarily forgotten drink before turning back. “You’re amazing.” She winks. “You know, I’m really glad that the alcohol gave me the courage to do that because relationships take way too long in my opinion.”

“I completely agree.” Lauren doesn’t understand the effect Lucy has on her after only two weeks of texting and playing around during their art class and walking each other to their dorms. She feels like she needs to maybe yell in excitement or something so she grabs Lucy’s cup as well as her own that lies empty on the floor. “I’ll go fill these up for us.” She tells Lucy.

She heads to the bar. “Just the punch.” She tells the guy at the bar. He nods and turns to fill them and Lauren can’t help but let out a little squeal because wow. She just made out with freaking perfect Lucy Vives and it was amazing. A giant smile overtakes her features as she brushes her fingers over what she is sure is going to be a hickey. She doesn’t even care.

Lucy catches her eye from across the room and Lucy gives her a teasing smile to show that she saw Lauren’s little celebratory outburst. Lauren finds herself blushing and she shakes her head at the girl, mouthing the words shut up. Lucy laughs and starts to mouth something back but someone stumbles in front of Lauren, blocking her view.

She blinks to adjust her vision from Lucy across the room to the figure stumbling past her and into the kitchen of whoever’s house this was. When she sees who it is, she has to blink a few more times to make sure she isn’t imagining things but sure enough she recognizes her old 1975 that no longer fit over her boobs.

She completely abandons the drinks she had come to get and instead pushes through the crowded room to follow the person. She hurries into the kitchen and finds the new owner of her old shirt taking a few large gulps of straight vodka that had barely been pulled from the fridge.

“Camila?” Lauren asks a few octaves higher than she thought her voice would go.

Camila pulls the bottle from her lips and makes a sour face, coughing a bit. She wipes her mouth with her sleeve and looks up in surprise. “Laur?” Camila slurs her name, drawing out the R at the end for longer than needed.

Lauren shakes her head. The last person she would expect to see at this party was Camila (or maybe her grandmother but how the hell would her grandmother get here?). “What are you doing here?” Lauren asks curiously.

Camila pauses to take a few more gulps of vodka and squints her eyes closed as it burns her throat. Camila stumbles a bit on her feet and gives Lauren a lopsided smile. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here with Lucy.” She answers before realizing that Camila never answered her question. “Camz, I’m serious, why are you here? Is anyone with you?”

“I sure hope not.” Camila mumbles, moving to take yet a few more sips from the large bottle in her hands.

Lauren raises her eyebrows in concern. Camila hopes no one is here with her? Camila is drinking? There are so many things wrong with this situation. Lauren grabs the bottle from Camila before she can drink anymore and Camila whines.

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that!” Camila tries to reach for it and instead trips over her own feet and Lauren has to grab her arm to keep her from crashing into the floor.

“You are now.” Lauren dumps the bottle into the nearby kitchen sink and Camila pouts as the contents make loud glugging noises on its way down the drain.

“I wanted that.” Camila grumbles, giving Lauren an angry look and crossing her arms across her chest like a child.

Lauren shakes her head at the girl. “Jesus Camila. How much did you drink?” She tilts Camila chin towards her face so that she can look at Camila properly. Her pupils are dilated so that brown is barely visible and her eyes end up looking like deep galaxies instead. Lauren guesses the amount would be way too much.

Camila notices their close proximity and begins playing with a loose string attached to Lauren’s flannel. She sighs loudly. “Not enough.” She slurs quietly.

If Lauren wasn’t concerned before, she was now, because as she looks at Camila, she doesn’t just notice the features that determine how drunk Camila is (which if you were wondering, Camila is very drunk), she notices other features, like how tired she looks. She notices the giant bags underneath Camila’s eyes that are faintly colored black and blue, the way her shoulders droop like she is holding the entire world on her shoulders, the fear and sadness sparkling in her galaxy eyes, the way she breathes with so much effort, and how she pulls at Lauren shirt string as an attempt to distract herself from the quivering of her bottom lip.

Lauren suddenly handles Camila as if she was made of glass. “Camz, are you okay?”

Camila lets out a shaky breath. “It hurts Laur. It hurts so bad.” Her words come out slow like she had to use her entire brain just to get the words out. With the amount of alcohol in her system, her thoughts begin to get hazy and hard to distinguish.

Lauren immediately checks Camila for any injuries. “What? What hurts Camz!?” She can’t spot anything that looks to be the source of Camila’s pain except for maybe the small purple bruises showing through the holes in her jeans from where she fell in her sleep the other day.

Camila takes a minute to process the question and it’s getting more and more evident that Camila should not have drank as much as she did. “My heart.” She finally answers, grabbing onto Lauren’s hand and pushing it against the left side of her chest.

Lauren can feel Camila’s heartbeat underneath her palm and it sounds normal to her. She doesn’t understand what the girl means. Her heart hurt? Was Camila at the point of talking nonsense yet or was this a legitimate thing?

“Lauren?” Lucy’s voice sounds from behind her and Lauren turns to see a concerned face. “I didn’t know where you went and…. What are you doing?”

Lauren blushes, realizing that her hand is still placed across Camila’s heart and that Camila is practically forcing her entire body weight onto Lauren. “I…um. Do you remember my friend Camila?”

“The one that sleep walks?” Lucy looks cautious and Lauren hopes that she doesn’t assume anything more than what is happening.

Lauren nods. “Well this is her and she is smashed.” Camila stumbles knees buckle just in time to prove her point and Lauren throws herself underneath Camila’s arm to take the majority of her weight, keeping her standing.

Lucy seems to be relieved and she walks across the kitchen to stand next to Lauren. “Oh.” She mutters.

Lauren nods. “I don’t know why she is here, she told me she didn’t like parties because they were too loud and had too many people. She also told me that she is an extremely light weight but, well, here she is, at a party and drunk out of her mind.”

“Well is she okay?” Lucy turns to look at Camila and Camila shakes her head.

“Lauren is a liar.” Camila states.

Lucy raises an eyebrow at Camila and turns to Lauren for an explanation. “I don’t know what she is talking about.” Lauren tells the girl.

“Lucy is way prettier than you said she was. That makes you a liar.” Camila slurs, her head becoming too heavy to hold up. She lets her head lean against Lauren’s shoulder.

Lucy blushes and smiles, any doubt instantly leaving her mind. “Caught in the act Jauregui.” She smirks.

Lauren blushes. “I may have talked to her about you once or twice this week.” She admits.

“Or every single day.” Camila sighs.

Lucy laughs and Lauren’s blush reddens. “Shut it Camz.”

Lucy turns to give her an affectionate kiss on the cheek and Lauren finds herself wishing it was on the lips instead. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I talk about you quite a lot too.” Lucy tries her best to make Lauren a bit less embarrassed, despite how cute she thinks Lauren looks.

The two looks at each other, both girls smiling, and it is obvious that they are both getting the feeling that maybe, just maybe they should kiss. Except they don’t, because Camila lets out a small whimper as that sad look returns to her face. “What’s wrong Camz?” Lauren asks with worried eyes.

Camila shakes her head but doesn’t give an answer. Lauren catches Camila biting her lips to hide its shaking. Camila hiccups loudly and drunkenly hides her face in Lauren’s chest. Lauren rubs the girls back and turns to Lucy. “I uh, I gotta take her home.” She tells the girl and Lucy nods. “I’m sorry about cutting our date short.”

“It’s fine, I get it.” Lucy pauses, looking at the pitiful sight of Camila and adding. “I’ll help you.”

Lauren looks surprised. “Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to. I don’t want to ruin the date or anything by ending it badly.”

Lucy giggles at how cute Lauren looks, Camila clinging to her like a koala, drunker than drunk itself, and still she is worrying about Lucy. “Yeah I am sure. Any more time I can get with you, I’ll take. Even if it is caring for your drunk friend.”

Lauren laughs. “Thank you.” She tells the girl. She then pulls Camila away from her body and asks as gently as she can, “Can you walk, or do you want a piggyback ride?”

Camila holds out her arms to signal the latter and Lucy thinks it’s funny how drunk Camila is basically like dealing with a child. Lauren chuckles, turning around and Lucy helps Camila get onto Lauren’s back. “Okay, you good Camz?”

Lucy and Lauren both laugh when they look up to see Camila passed out on Lauren’s back, her head resting on Lauren’s shoulder and her draped around Lauren like a scarf. “I guess so.” Lauren answers for her.

The two girls head towards Camila’s dorm and Lauren is thankful that Camila weighs next to nothing because the walk from the party to the dorm is a few neighborhoods away and they have all drunken too much to be driving Lucy’s car.

Lucy links her arm around Lauren’s since the green eyed girl’s hand is currently holding up Camila and Lauren wonders how she got so lucky that Lucy noticed her out all of the talented art students in their class. Who else would willing help to look after their date’s drunk friend without a single complaint that it was supposed to be a date?

Lauren gives Lucy a smile that says it all and Lucy squeezes her arm.

They reach the building and Camila groggily lifts her head at the sound of the elevator dinging (no matter how light Camila is, Lauren is not taking the stairs). Lauren goes to Camila’s floor and Camila panics. “No!”

Lauren retracts her hand. “No?” She questions.

Camila shakes her head. “No.”

Lauren and Lucy share a confused look.

“I can’t go there. I don’t want to go to my room. Don’t make me Laur!” Camila slurs as Lauren let’s go of her and drops her back on the ground. Camila stumbles when she touches the ground, but she doesn’t fall over. She looks at Lauren with puppy dog eyes that look scared.

Lauren nods. “Are you okay coming to my room then?”

Camila takes a minute to think before nodding. Lauren presses the button for her own room and as Camila stares with dilated pupils at the floor numbers changing, Lauren shares a concerned look with Lucy.

They manage to get Camila to her and Ally’s though when they get there, a small note is taped on the fridge telling them that Ally ran to the store to get last minute baking supplies for tomorrow. The room smells delicious and Lauren can tell that Ally has spent a lot of work perfecting the food for their Thanksgiving. The refrigerator is packed to the limit with all sorts of delicious foods.

Lucy chuckles. “Damn, your roommate must really like her food.”

Lauren smiles. “I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to come to our friendsgiving tomorrow. There is more than enough food.”

“Friendsgiving?” Lucy raises her brow.

“Ally calls it that. Now do you want to or not?” Lauren chuckles.

“Sure, I would love that.” Lucy agrees.

“Laur.” Camila gets Lauren’s attention. Lauren looks over curiously. Camila’s face is pale and she looks seconds away from throwing up. Lauren is honestly surprised she made it this long with all the alcohol in her system. With as small as she is, Lauren would have guess she would have been throwing up a half hour ago.

Camila runs into the bathroom, collapsing onto the floor and practically shoving her face into the toilet as she empties pure alcohol into the bowl. Lauren is quick to grab her hair, although she has to admit, the smell and sound of Camila puking is making her a bit queasy herself.

Camila vomits and dry heaves until Lauren is sure there is nothing left to throw up. Lauren can hear small sobs that echo out of the toilet bowl and it makes the whole scene ten times more pitiful. She rubs the girl’s back and holds her hair and once she is sure that the girl won’t throw up again, she flushes the toilet and hands Camila a wet washcloth.

Camila leans back from the toilet and wipes her mouth with the cloth. She lets herself lean against the wall and take deep breaths. Lucy, being the kind person she is, shows up in the doorway with a water bottle and a few shirts from Lauren’s dresser. “I thought she might need these.”

“You feeling a bit better Camz?” Lauren crouches down to her level and holds out the water bottle while Lucy places the extra shirt on the counter.

Camila nods tiredly. She looks a whole lot more sober now that all the alcohol was projected from her body. Her eyes are no longer black and she seems a bit more present but the sad looks still lingers on her face. She takes the water bottle and takes a few sips before pulling herself to her feet. “I’m gonna change.” She barely whispers.

Lauren nods and she and Lucy leave to give her some privacy. Lauren takes a seat on her bed, just outside of the bathroom door and huffs. “I don’t know what’s wrong with her.” Lauren thinks aloud.

“You mean besides the fact that she just puked for nearly twenty straight minutes?” Lucy tried to lighten the mood a bit.

Lauren smiles but shake her head. “No I mean why she was drinking in the first place. And did you see how sad she looked? She is normally so… happy.”

Lucy sits down on the bed next to Lauren. “Lo, I may have only known you for a few weeks, but from what I can tell you are one of the most caring and selfless people I have ever known and I know what you are doing.”

Lauren can’t help the blush that covers her cheeks as she receives Lucy’s genuine compliments. She waits to see what Lucy is going to say.

“You are trying to find a way to blame yourself for her sadness. Guess what Lo, you are not the cause of her pain. You not noticing her behavior does not make you the cause of her pain. You hanging out with me does not cause her pain. So don’t even think about feeling bad about this.” Lucy brushes her finger across Lauren cheeks and Lauren thinks it’s impossible to have only known the girl for two weeks when it feels so much like decades.

Lauren lets out a large breath at Lucy’s words because, well, she is right. Lauren shouldn’t feel bad because there isn’t anything she could’ve done. It won’t change anything. “You are right.” She admits. “And, you are so amazing.”

Lucy smiles. “I know.” She responds teasingly. “But in all seriousness, wait until she feels better and until she is sober, then you can ask her about it.”

Lauren nods, meeting Lucy’s eyes and wondering how she never noticed how well brown and green go together. Lucy’s eyes were dark, like the rich soil of earth’s crust and Lauren’s were the deep emerald color of nature that grows from the soil; flourishing from its nurturing care and brightening in color. And let Lauren tell you, her life has gotten so much brighter since that day in the lunchroom.

“Can I kiss you?” Lauren finds her lips moving to match her desires.

Lucy licks her bottom lip and nods.

The kiss is nothing like there first. It isn’t driven by lust or alcohol. It’s a slow kiss, full of adoration and small sparks of innocence and pure feelings. It is gentle and soft and although Lucy’s lips have the faint taste of alcohol, she has a taste that is solely Lucy and there is no other way to describe it. It was the best kiss Lauren has ever shared.

They pull apart slowly because Lauren ends up breaking into a face eating grin and Lucy would prefer not to kiss Lauren’s teeth. They look into each other’s eyes and Lucy swears that Lauren’s eyes seem greener than before.

A small sob sounds from across the room and the pull away quickly in surprise. Camila stands in the doorway of the bathroom in Lauren’s large blue tie-dye shirt that she really only wears to bed. She has her hand placed over her mouth as if she was trying to hold in her sob. Tears roll down her cheeks in large drops.

“Camz? What’s wrong?” Lauren hurries over to the girl and places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“You were kissing a girl.” Camila breathes in between sobs.

Lauren finds herself getting defensive. “Yes, do you have a problem with that?” She retracts her hand attentively because she always assumed that her sexuality didn’t need to be spoken because it was obvious and because she assumed that none of her friends would care. They all seemed supportive. She now realizes that maybe it would have been a good idea to clarify because it might be possible that Camila doesn’t accept who she is.

Camila seems like she is going to answer, but another takes over her body and it takes her a few seconds to recover. “Are…are you gay Lauren?”

Lauren takes a deep breath and wonders just how much it will hurt when Camila says what she is, is wrong. “Well, actually I’m Bi.” She states proudly. “But I tend to lean more towards girls than guys.”

Camila shakes her head and mutters, “Oh my god.” Then, she really surprises Lauren, because she throws herself into Lauren’s arms and hugs her tighter than Lauren thought was possible from such a small girl.

Lauren rubs her back hesitantly because at this point she has no idea what the fuck is going on. Does Camila accept her or not? She gives the girl a few minutes to sob and get out whatever she needs to get out before the confusion and curiosity is too much to handle. “Camila, I don’t understand. Are… are you okay with that? Are you okay with me being Bi?”

Camila seems to realize that she left Lauren in a state of confusion because she immediately pulls away shaking her head. “No! I mean yes, I am okay with it. I am more than okay with it.” She takes a deep breath to try to gather any courage available. “Lauren, I’m gay.” She states.

Lauren gasps and the pieces start to come together.

“I’m…I’m gay and I was scared because I didn’t know if you guys would still like me and I….” She has to take an even bigger breath for this one. “I like Dinah, and it’s killing me. It’s killing me to keep it inside but I know that it’s wrong. I can’t like her.” Camila stops as her mouth erupts with another sob.

“Oh.” Is the only word that manages to make its way out of Lauren’s mouth because she did not see that coming. Not in a million years. She used to think that her gaydar was spot on, she had guessed every single person to come out in her old school weeks before they actually did, and yet here was Camila, one of her supposed best friends, and she hadn’t noticed a single thing that could have led her to the conclusion that she was gay.

Camila stares at Lauren, waiting for any sign of how Lauren feels about the situation. So far, it didn’t seem too good. She sniffles a bit, wiping at her nose as she feels more tears fill her eyes. Lauren seems to notice that.

“Oh no, please don’t cry anymore!” Lauren pulls the girl in for another hug.

“Sorry, I can’t help it.” Camila deprecatingly chuckles.

Lauren leads the girl over to the bed, receiving a supportive smiley from Lucy. She sits Camila on the bed. “Give me like two minutes, I’ll be right back okay?”

Camila nods. And Lauren leaves the room, taking Lucy’s hand and pulling her out with her. Once outside of the room, Lauren sighs. “I have to, you know, talk to her.” Lauren tells the girl.

“I completely understand.” Lucy nods.

Lauren bites her lip wondering if a kiss was too soon to grow accustomed to. “Thank you for tonight, I really did have a great time. Next time, I’ll be sure to reserve the whole day for you.” Lauren tells the girl.

Lucy laughs. “I actually really liked tonight. It was weird, but it gave me a lot of insight to who you are.” Lucy shares.

Lauren cocks a brow. “Oh really?” She asks.

Lucy nods. “Yep, I realized that you are sweet, caring, funny, selfless, horrible at making people feel better…”

“Hey!”

“She just poured all her secrets out to you and you responded with, Oh.” Lucy counters with a teasing tone.

Lauren can’t help but chuckle. “Okay, so maybe I’m not the greatest at comforting.” Lauren admits because yeah, that was pretty bad.

“Shall I continue now?” Lucy teases and Lauren nods. “…brave, smooth as fuck, and an amazing kisser.” Lucy finishes.

Lauren smiles because Lucy is just so perfect and she can’t wait to see where this goes. “Are you sure I’m a good kisser? Maybe I should…remind you.” Lauren leans in slowly and right before their lips meet she hears Lucy mutter, “I told you that you were a smooth mother fucker.”

They kiss goodbye and Lucy promises to come to Ally’s friendsgiving the next day.

When Lauren returns to her and Ally’s shared bedroom, Camila is sitting on Lauren’s bed with her back leaning against the headboard. She rubs her fingers across Lauren’s fuzzy blanket with her legs crossed. The giant Tie-dye shirt makes Camila look so small. Camila has a fond smile on her face and Lauren can tell she just saw the whole exchange between her and Lucy. “You guys are cute.” She tells Lauren.

Lauren blushes a bit and takes a seat on the bed next to Camila. “Yeah?”

Camila nods. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t accept you for who you are, that wasn’t my intention.”

Lauren nods. “I know.”

“I was just….I was scared that you guys wouldn’t like me for being gay and when I saw you kissing Lucy I just, I got emotional because I knew that, that if you were gay… or Bi, then there was no way you wouldn’t accept me right?” Camila gives Lauren a watery smile and Lauren puts an arm around her small frame.

“Right. I accept you for you Camz.” Lauren confirms.

“Even if I was a full-fledged trump supporter?” Camila asks jokingly.

Lauren laughs. “I wouldn’t take it that far.”

There is a comfortable silence between the two and Lauren hates to be the one to break it, but she feels like there is more that needs to be addressed.

“Camz?” She questions.

Camila hums in respond and looks up at her.

“Why did you think we wouldn’t accept you?” Lauren tries to look as supportive as she can.

Camila looks down at the blanket beneath her, fiddling with the fuzz again. “I don’t… I don’t really like to talk about it, but…” She pauses to take a deep breath and Lauren can tell that it pains Camila to talk about this.

“You don’t have to tell me.” Lauren makes sure Camila knows that she has a choice.

Camila nods. “I know, I want to.” She gives Lauren a reassuring smile before continuing. “When I was twelve I was pretty sure that I like girls you know and I told my parents about it and well, they sent me to a Christian boarding school. They didn’t think it was right, both of them were born and raised Christian and they come from a different generation, you know? I don’t blame them, I know they were just scared, but the school there was harsh and it messed with my mind you know?” Camila pulls a bit aggressively at the blanket and a clump of fuzz comes off.

Lauren rubs Camila’s forearm with the hand that is draped across her shoulders to give her something else to focus on.

“They knew why I was there and a lot of people teased me about it and well at the time I didn’t think it was to the extent of bullying, but looking back, they did. Bully me I mean. I hated it there and the forced a lot of thoughts into my head. I haven’t been back there since I was fourteen, but I still remember everything they told me.” Camila stares and the blanket beneath them with sad eyes and Lauren shakes her head.

“I…wow. I had no idea Camila.” Lauren proves Lucy’s point of not being very good at making people feel better.

Camila shrugs. “How could you? Don’t feel bad about it, really, it’s in the past and it’s something that I try to forget.”

Lauren nods. “Still, I’m so sorry that you had to go through that.”

Camila finally looks at Lauren and gives her an understanding smile. “I know, thank you.” Camila pauses and she sighs. “I’m sorry about your date? I didn’t mean to get drunk and then have you babysit me.”

Lauren shrugs. “It’s okay. What are friends for?”

Camila chuckles. “To hold your hair back while you puke apparently.”

Lauren snorts. “How are you feeling by the way?”

Camila sighs. “You know this whole week I have been feeling like I’m falling, like my heart is going to combust, like I’m constantly struggling for each breath, but right now I feel good. I feel…. Free. I feel like I finally know why I was falling and admitting to you and Lucy out loud feels like a thousand bricks lifted off my chest. I can finally breathe. My heart feels light. I am falling for Dinah.” Camila finds herself smiling at the end of her paragraph and for once, she accepts the fact the she is falling for Dinah, and she is falling hard and fast, and that’s okay.

Lauren looks at Camila with a proud smile. “You know, you and Dinah would make a cute couple.”

Camila snorts because Lauren is exactly what she needed right now. Lauren and her failed attempts at comforting words. “Thanks Laur. If she ever isn’t straight, let me know.”

Laure laughs, but pulls Camila to lean on her shoulder. “Hey, you don’t know that Dinah is completely straight.”

“Have you ever heard her talk about anything but boys?” Camila counters.

Lauren shrugs. “You never know. People come to terms with themselves at different times. Maybe she isn’t straight, maybe she isn’t gay. Maybe she is just something, something that just might like you.”

Camila takes in Lauren’s words and can’t help but nuzzle her head into her shoulder affectionately. “You know, that’s the most comforting thing you’ve said all night!” She teases, her voice sounding fond.

They both laugh and Camila can’t remember the last time she felt so free. Like she wasn’t free falling thousands of light years at a time. She feels in control of her emotions and her actions. Like she was finally caught in a steady orbit.

She also feels more exhausted than she has ever felt in her entire life. She struggles to hide the yawn that forces itself from her mouth and makes her eyes water at the force. She hasn’t had a good sleep in forever it seems and she feels physically and mentally exhausted; physically from drinking so much then puking her guts out, and mentally from all of the inner turmoil that she has been sitting through for the past two weeks. She just needs a good night’s rest.

Lauren notices how her head keeps nodding into her shoulder and how her eyes are drooping and she chuckles. “Getting tired?”

“I’ve been tired since the second I woke up this morning.” Camila counters, her voice slow due to her exhaustion.

“You can sleep in my bed tonight.” Lauren gives permission although she knows that at this point Camila would have slept there with or without permission.

She removes herself from where Camila was leaning against and helps the girl underneath the covers. “I’m really happy that you trusted me with all this Camz. I’m really proud of you.”

Camila lets out a content sigh. “Thank you Laur, for everything.”

Lauren turns out the light and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. What a crazy day. She still can’t believe that out of all her friends, Camila is the gay one. Lauren always thought that she filled the role for not straight friend but now there are two in their group of five, three if Dinah ends up liking Camila back.

Lauren plops onto the couch. So much happened today. She kissed Lucy, she made out with Lucy, she has fucking hickies from Lucy, Camila had come out, Camila likes Dinah, Camila got drunk, Lauren came out…sorta, she figured that by her going out with Lucy it was pretty obvious but oh well, the point is she clarified. She wonders why doesn’t feel completely overwhelmed right now, but instead, she just feels happy.

The door flies open to their room and Ally stands, grocery bags hanging from every availed area on her arms and she is breathing heavily. Lauren watches as Ally struggles to set all of the bags on the table. “Uh, Hey Ally.” She greets with a smile.

Ally shakes her said. “Why haven’t you been answering the texts?!” Ally instantly begins scolding. “Camila ran away somewhere and she hasn’t come back and everyone is freaking out!”

Lauren wonders sometimes how Ally doesn’t realize how motherly she is. She pulls her phone guiltily from her pocket to see fifty seven unread messages. She hops to her feet as Ally makes her way to their bedroom that Camila is currently asleep in.

“Wait Ally! Stop hold on!” Lauren grabs stands between the door and the girl.

“Lauren! Move! Did you not hear what I said? I have to…” Ally starts.

“Camila is in their sleeping.” Lauren interrupts.

“…grab my coat so I can go look for Camil….What?” Ally stops and looks confused.

“Camila is safe. She is getting some much needed rest in my bed and she just fell asleep so I would advise that you don’t wake her up.” Lauren explains.

Ally opens and closes her mouth a few times before letting out a relieved breath. “Why didn’t you say so? We have all been worried sick! She has been gone for hours!” Ally seems conflicted whether to be angry or relieved.

“I’m sorry Ally, I didn’t know you guys were looking for her. My phone was on silent.” Lauren apologizes.

Ally shakes her head. “Well at least I know she is safe. I’m going to have to call Mani and Dinah and then you are going to tell me what happened.” Ally calms down, grabbing her phone and dialing Mani’s phone number.

“Yes ma'am.” Lauren agrees. Ally turns to wander into the conjoined kitchen area with the phone pressed to her ear and Lauren wonders what the hell happened before she found Camila. She feels bad knowing that Camila will probably have to endure a lot of scolding for this. 

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Camila wakes up with a pounding headache, although surprisingly the rest of her body feels great. She feels refreshed. She slept the whole night without sleep walking, she admitted to Lauren that she was gay and likes Dinah which lifted a lot of her chest, and she slept on Lauren’s memory foam mattress thing which really did wonders for your body.

“There Ibuprofen and a water bottle on the nightstand.” Camila hears Lauren voice and she turns her body around to see Lauren brushing out her hair. She gives Camila a smile. “Sleep good?”

Camila nods. “Thank you.” She swallows the pills and chugs the entire water bottle before getting up and stretching. “That memory foam thing really was worth the price.”

Lauren chuckles. “Right? I love it.”

Camila shakes her head playfully at Lauren before asking. “Does everyone know?”

Lauren bites her lip. “All they know is that I found you last night and you were upset and I took you here. The rest is up to you.”

Camila breathes out a sigh of relief because she really isn’t sure what she wants to tell everyone yet and as good as if felt to come out to Lauren, she needs to do it herself for the others too. “Thank you Laur, you are a really good friend.”

Lauren coos and walks over to hug the smaller Latina. “Aw love you Camz.”

“Love you Laur.”

“Ally in the kitchen finishing up for Friendsgiving later. She might want to talk to you.” Lauren prepares Camila.

Camila nods and takes a deep breath. “Okay, I guess I’ll go talk to her then.”

“Good luck Camz.” Lauren goes back to getting ready for the day, walking into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Camila walks into the living room area with the conjoined kitchen. Although she knows not to be scared of Ally, she finds herself tiptoeing across the wooden floors in order not to make a noise. She sees Ally bustling around the kitchen with her gloves on and her Sexy Tex-ie apron on and she can’t help but laugh.

Ally must have bionic ears or something because she turns to the sound of Camila’s laugh, even though there are at least a dozen things in the kitchen making noise right now. The next thing Camila knows she is being tackled in a hug. “Don’t you ever scare me like that!” Ally scolds after she pulls away.

“I know Ally I’m sorry…. It’s just. You were right. Okay?” Camila admits, rocking back and forth on her heels. She figures she might as well get straight to the point. “I’m gay and I really, really like Dinah as way more than a friend and being around her was too hard. Okay I freaked out and I’m not proud of my actions. I heard about this party serving free alcohol a block or two away and I got smashed. Luckily Lauren happened to be there with Lucy and they helped me back and everything. I’m all good. Just a little bit hung over.”

She talks fast enough that she hopes the particularly bad decisions weren’t giving enough time to be dwelled on.

She watches for Ally’s reaction. “You came out to Lauren? And to me?”

“Well Lucy was there too, but yes.”

Ally broke into a large smile. “Aw Mila.” She pulls Camila into another large hug. “I’m so proud of you hun!”

Camila couldn’t help but let herself smile. Ally has some sort of super power for contagious smiles. “Thank you! And I’m sorry I snapped at you the first time, I just…. I was in denial.”

“Oh don’t I know.” Ally teases. “It’s okay Milz. I understand. I’m just glad that you got there eventually. And just so you know, next time you want to get drunk, take someone with you for God’s sake. I can’t even imagine what would’ve happened if Lauren and Lucy hadn’t been there. Don’t you know never to go to parties alone?”

Camila nods. “I know, I was being stupid. It won’t happen again…hopefully.”

Ally shakes her head and smacks Camila with her oven mitt. “You better be kidding.”

Camila laughs. “I am, I am.”

A/N: As always my Wattpad is DinahFantasy and I’m way better at posting there. Thank you!

[rplam]

Butterfly in the Fig Tree

I was oddly fixated on you-- the whole world was.

It was a strange break from the regular course of life.

A butterfly floats around the branches of a fig tree, flapping diligently and elegantly. Some stop, smile, and continue. Some never noticed you to begin with. Some stop in their tracks, losing their train of thought to watch this very inconspicuous event-- reflecting on it and, for a few breaths, pondering the implications.

Perhaps there is something about this butterfly; perhaps it was fated to find itself before me at this time and invoke thought. Perhaps it is a mere coincidence and my life is meant to continue without further elaboration.

And then you flew right into my hands.

For a few moments I held you. You wandered over to me, and so I took the time to take in the details: the size of your wings, the vibrant orange hues splattered across them. I noted how fragile they were, tracing them with my finger before holding you up to my face. I observed the shape of your body, felt the tickle as you shifted ever so slightly. Struck with awe at this strange creature, I began to have a small philosophical journey. Why have you come to me? Why do you trust me this much?

The wind picked up once more, and just as effortlessly as you had wandered into my open hands, you wandered away.

Having sat and studied your every minute, I felt somewhat drawn to you. Was there some reason you chose to sit a while with me? And so, I tried to follow you. You’d never said a word to me, for obvious reasons. In following you, I lost track of where I was originally headed, throwing it somewhere in the back of my mind. Somewhere along the way I lost sight of you.

As soon as I did, I stopped and looked around, assessing my new location. A few questions danced around in my head. Where was I now? Where had you led me and now left me? In this somewhat unfamiliar location, I was a bit lost. I scanned my setting for any familiar landmarks, anything to steer me back in the right direction. Maybe I followed you away from my destination, and I’d have to start over somewhere earlier on the path. Perhaps I’d find myself back in the same spot where I found you. Perhaps I followed you closer to where I needed to be.

Here, as a memento to where we had adventured together, I plucked a leaf off of a tree and pressed it into my sketchbook, drawing beside it a small butterfly. I sat here for a long time and then began to make my way back.

This is the entirety of our story. I will smile for your having come into my life at some point. But I will continue, and I will go back to going wherever I was supposed to be. I might stray slightly, consider going back to where I left you or where we first met, hoping that perhaps you’d flutter on over to me again-- that I could re-experience all your little minute details.  

Sometimes I will think back on you and assign some great cosmological significance to our meeting. But in the most plain and simple of recollections, I can say nothing more than that a simple butterfly happened to appear in my life, and I thus found myself simultaneously intrigued and fascinated. It was something so many would never notice, something so many would notice and smile at without hesitation, but some would stop and wonder.

The truth is that there was no significance in our having met. There was no greater power dictating that, perhaps on this day you would land upon my open hand and I would have some epiphany in life or follow something so small yet so philosophically profound. On any given day I could have been anyone else-- I could even have been someone to walk right past you. You could have fluttered right on past me, you could have found your way to another tree. It was by simple chance, and it will never be anything more than simple chance. But you were on my way home this single day and I chose to stop and follow you, assigning you both philosophical and momentous value.

(note: something about call me by your name and elio and oliver having some like 4 or 5 week relationship was very fascinating to me. the speech at the end by his dad sort of made me think about what it means to form a souvenir out of the time you share with someone; to sort of lose yourself for a while with someone and not necessarily think it’s the end of the world when the time has concluded. i also tried to avoid using the word “love” because I feel like it’s a very labeling word that sort of assumes a certain type of feeling that i am not sure is necessarily conveyed, both in this scenario and in elio // oliver’s case. it’s very strange and i can’t really reflect anymore on whatever i’m talking about rn because i need to pee hella bad LMAO)