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rollingsins · 1 year

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In the name of Taylor Swift

summary: You have to break up with Vada. In the name of Taylor Swift.

pairing: vada cavell x fem!reader

warnings: pure fluff.

word count: 900 words.

a/n: maybe one of the dumber things I've written, but I was in a fluffy mood for bbg Vada. Inspired by tiktok.

“Baby,” You huff dramatically as Vada walks through the door to your bedroom, “I’m glad you’re here. We have to break up.”

Vada halts. She blinks, her brown eyes widening as her entire face falls. Her hands fall limp by her sides. She’d arrived, not two minutes ago, while you were toiling in bed, thinking seriously. Clutching a twelve inch record in your hands and deciding some things just had to be done.

“What?” She asks, sounding crestfallen, “But I got you flowers.”

She gestures to the stack of lilies she has in hand. She looks wounded, confused, hurt. Like a little puppy you’ve just kicked in the face.

Immediately, you sit up, heart falling.

“No, babe,” You retract, reaching out to her. She blinks back at you, eyes as wide as chocolate buttons, “I wasn’t being serious. Not a real breakup. A fake breakup. A fake-up.”

Now, she’s confused. Her eyebrows knit together as you watch as she tries to work it out.

“A fakeup?” She repeats, blinking slowly, “Why?”

You tilt your head back to reveal your latest purchase. A shiny, purple vinyl of Taylor Swift’s latest record.

“Taylor Swift just released an album and I need to experience it in full.” You say, quite seriously. You are serious when it comes to Taylor Swift. You’d thought Vada would know this by now.

Vada stares.

Your lips purse into a coo as you pry the lilies from her hand.

“You got me flowers?” You say, rubbing your hand over her cheek, “That’s so sweet.”

She smiles, a little shy.

“Yeah. The lilies you like.” She says, and then she frowns again, “But I’m confused. Why does Taylor Swift mean we have to fake break up?”

“Because I need to be sad, babe,” You explain as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “I need to feel pain the way she felt pain when she wrote these songs.”

“Doesn’t she have a nice song?” Vada asks, a little dubious.

“No,” You say immediately, “I mean, yes, but I’m saving those ones for when we get back together.”

“But we’re not apart.” Says Vada, still confused.

You can’t resist. You lean down and press a kiss to the pout on her lips.

“We are as of now.” You tell her. You exhale, close your eyes and try to think of Vada breaking up with you. A sharp pain flashes through your chest. You imagine her looking mournful as she does it. Stuttering over her words. Looking almost embarrassed as she tells you she never wants to see you again.

It works, for a split second.

And then you open your eyes.

She’s staring back at you, looking sweet as ever. Tilts her head like a confused puppy.

“Say something mean,” You prompt.

She frowns.

“No,” She says, “I don’t want to.”

“Babe,” You groan, “I need you to make me sad.”

“I don’t want to make you sad,” She says. She leans into you and wraps her arms around your waist, snuggling into your chest, “I want you to be happy all the time.”

You groan. In all your grand-scheming plans, you’d forgotten you were dating a literal ray of sunshine. A golden retriever of a girlfriend who’d never gotten mad at you, or said nasty things about you, or even had a bad thought about you in her life.

But you need this.

“Please?” You ask, smoothing down her dark hair to look into her eyes, “For me?”

Vada frowns. She’d do anything you ask, this you know. And it's hardly a big ask. All she’d have to do is tell you she never wants to see you again and you’d cry and listen to ‘Last Kiss’ and pretend as if your entire world is crumbling.

And then have vigorous make-up sex to ‘Sparks Fly’. A win-win, truly. A rollercoaster of emotions.

You squeeze her shoulders in encouragement.

“Okay,” Vada says, sounding resigned. Her eyebrows knit like she’s thinking hard, “I… don’t like your shoes.”

At this, you snort.

“You don’t like my shoes?” You ask, “That’s the meanest thing you could think of?”

She looks up at you, pout still on her lips.

“Yeah,” She says. She curls back into your chest, “Because you’re perfect and there’s nothing mean to say about you.”

She pauses.

“And I actually do like your shoes,” She mumbles into your chest, “I’d steal them if we were the same size.”

You sigh, wrapping your arm around her shoulders and lean down to kiss her head.

“How am I supposed to listen to the album when you’re being so sweet?” You grumble.

“We could listen to the nice songs together?” Vada pitches with a happy smile. And then her lips curl into a coy smile, “And then we could listen to the naughty songs and make out.”

“There’s no naughty songs, babe, it’s Taylor Swift.” You say with a laugh.

“Oh,” She looks a little disappointed, “Well, maybe we could make out to the sad songs and pretend like we just got back together?”

You hum.

Making out with Vada does sound a lot better than fake breaking up with her. She emphasizes her point with a kiss to your chest.

“Fine.” You relent, leaning down to press your lips to hers.

She sighs, happily, curling her hand against the back of your neck to pull you closer.

“I hope you can rest easy knowing I’ll never experience the blood-curling pain Taylor Swift felt writing ‘Dear John’.” You grumble against her lips.

She pulls back, a smile on her lips, “Good,” She says, “And you never will. I promise.”

#mine #fanfic #the fallout #vada cavell #vada cavell x femreader #vada cavell x you #vada cavell x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x yn #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader

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bingwriterxo · 1 year

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the chase

pairing: vada cavell x reader

summary: in which you and vada play a game of cat and mouse

warnings: none

word count: 4100+

author's note: does this make any sense? great question!

The moment Vada slipped into the passenger’s seat of Nick’s car, words were flying out of his mouth faster than she could comprehend, which was saying a lot considering how often she’d find herself rambling about the most random of things.

“Where were you yesterday?” he started as he shifted the car into drive, beginning their short ride to school. “I called you seven times, and you didn’t answer once. It was Sunday, and you do nothing on Sundays! I was beginning to think you were dead until I texted your mom and--”

Vada shook her head. “Wait, slow down. Back up. You text my mom? When did you get her number?”

He waved her off. “Not important. What is important is you telling me what you were doing yesterday.” He rolled past a stop sign, barely even glancing in its direction as he drove past. “I mean, seven calls, V, and you answered not a single one! So, what were you doing?”

She grinned, giggling in her seat at what she was about to reveal. “I had a date!”

Almost immediately, Nick whipped his head to look at her, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. “With who?!” he practically shouted.

Vada reached out, took his chin between her forefinger and thumb, and turned his head back in the direction of the windshield. “Eyes on the road, stupid. I’m not trying to die today.”

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Vada, if you don’t tell me who you went on a date with in the next five seconds, I’ll purposely drive us into oncoming traffic.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she teased with a roll of her eyes. He glared at her quickly before focusing on the road again. She bit her lip, trying to quell the excitement raging in her stomach as she said, “It was with Y/N.”

The car skidded to a stop and Vada was jolted forward, her seatbelt pressing tight against her body.

“Dude, what the fuck--” she began, but she was silenced as Nick twisted in his seat, his eyes hard as they set on her and his frown so defined that it made her uncomfortable.

“What,” he deadpanned.

She rubbed at her chest, right where the seat belt had dug into her. “What?” she asked, confused.

“You went on a date with…Y/N? Popular Y/N? Like, most-popular-girl-in-school Y/N?”

Vada tilted her head. “Uh, yeah?”

“Why the fu--” Nick was interrupted by a car honking at him. He threw his arm up in annoyance before starting to drive again, and Vada gulped as he stewed in his seat. “I can’t believe you went on a date with Y/N!”

“Why are you saying it like that?” Vada asked. She shifted, disliking the tension that was starting to fill the air. “You make it sound like a bad thing. I thought you’d be excited! I finally went on my first date with a girl! You’ve been waiting for this moment since the second I came out to you.”

“First of all, I’ve been waiting for this moment since the second I met you, because, baby, the closet is glass.” He took a hard right. The school loomed up ahead. “Secondly, I wanted you to go on a date with basically anyone other than Y/N.”

Vada furrowed her eyebrows. “I’m not that obviously bisexual.” Silence filled the car and she huffed, crossing her arms. “Fine, maybe I am. But why is going out with Y/N such a bad thing? She’s funny and cute and really smart. Basically, she’s perfect.”

“She’s not perfect, V,” Nick said, sitting up a little straighter as he pulled into the parking lot. “Haven’t you ever noticed that she’s got a new girl hanging off of her every month?” Vada’s stomach dropped, a sudden sense of anxiety flooding through her veins. “I mean, she goes through girls like you go through sugar.”

“No she doesn’t,” Vada tried, but her denial fell on deaf ears.

“She’s the biggest player this school has,” Nick said, leaning forward as he tried to pull into his designated parking spot. “She’s probably the biggest player in the damn county. She chases after a girl, stays with her for a few weeks, gets bored, and then does it all over again.” He turned to her as he shifted the gear into park. “Vada, she’s worse than John Tucker.”

“Are you seriously referencing a movie right now?” She scoffed and unbuckled her seatbelt. “She’s not like that.”

“Fine,” Nick conceded. “But when you get hurt, don’t say I didn’t warn you. She’s just in it for the chase.”

Vada clambered out of the car and pulled her backpack onto her shoulder. “And when we live happily ever after,” she started as she and Nick started to walk into the school, “I’ll say ‘I told you so’.”

He glanced at her before looking forward, his eyes widening. “...I’m not so sure about that one, V.”

She frowned and followed Nick’s line of sight, a sharp pain shooting through her at what she saw. You had your back pressed against your locker, trapped there by Stacey from Vada’s history class, who had her hand flat against the metal and was leaning close to you. Stacey was batting her eyelashes and giggling, and you were smiling along.

“Oh,” Vada said, voice quiet and small. She tore her eyes away and blinked hard, looking back up at Nick. “Well, I guess you were right.”

He offered her a pitiful smile. “I’m sorry, V. But, you should be glad you won’t be another girl stuck in her revolving door of girls.”

“Yeah,” she said, voice low and filled with sorrow. “So happy.”

Nick wrapped his arm around her shoulder, leading her toward his own locker. “Don’t be so sad. It’s for the best.”

Vada glanced away. “I just don’t get it. I mean, if she’s in it for the chase, then why is she flirting with another girl? Was I not good enough to chase?” She frowned. “Am I just too boring? Or do I talk too much?” She looked up at Nick. “Nick, be honest with me, do I talk too much? Could that turn someone off?”

“Yes,” he said simply, nodding his head. Vada huffed. He pulled away as the two reached his locker and focused on putting his combination into the lock. “Don’t think too far into it, though. I don’t think you wanna go through the pain of it anyway.” He shrugged and then hit the metal door when it wouldn’t open. “Stupid, old locker.” He glanced at her. “You’d just end up getting your heart broken.”

Vada sighed and leaned against the locker beside Nick’s, her shoulder pressing against the cool metal. “That’s dumb. And unfair. And not very nice.”

Nick’s locker door finally popped open. “Just ignore her from now on, okay?” He glanced at her and started to put his books into his locker. “Don’t talk to her, don’t text her, don’t even think about her. ‘Y/N Y/L/N who?’ That’s how you should be acting.”

She nodded hesitantly. “Okay. I guess I can do that.”

“Good.” He slammed the door shut. “Now let’s go to class.”

* * *

The first few periods rolled by smoothly. Vada had no classes with you until after lunch, and she didn’t even get a glimpse of you in the hallways. While part of her was still disheartened by your act, she also agreed with Nick’s words: it was probably for the best that she didn’t get tangled up with you.

That is, until she asked to use the bathroom during her science class, and upon walking inside, found you standing by the sinks, fixing your hair in the mirror. Almost immediately, your eyes landed on her figure through the reflection and you grinned, showing all your pearly-white teeth, before turning around to face her. Vada’s breath was practically sucked from her lungs as she stared at you.

“Vada! Hey!” you greeted, voice happy and excited.

It made Vada uncomfortable, how easily you were able to put on that mask. Nick’s voice rang in her head: Don’t talk to her. She bounced on the balls of her feet before promptly making the decision to hide in one of the stalls, slipping away from your field of vision without a word.

“Oh…kay…” she heard you say. There was the shuffling of your feet before she could see your shoes beneath the stall door. “Text me, okay? I had fun yesterday.” You turned and Vada listened as your footsteps receded.

When she knew she was finally alone, she let out the breath she had been holding and leaned forward, her forehead bumping against the metal of the stall.

“C’mon, Vada, get it together,” she mumbled. “She’s a player. She doesn’t want anything from you.” She clamped her eyes shut and shook her head. “She doesn’t want you.”

That was the mantra that repeated in her head for the entire day. It was what she heard when she saw you during lunch, waving at her from across the cafeteria. She reminded herself of it when you sat down beside her during English class and tried to make conversation, to which she entirely ignored you--it did hurt her heart a little when she saw your wide eyes and jutted out bottom lip when you realized she wouldn’t talk to you, but she tried to ignore that, too.

It all came to a head at the end of the day, when Vada was trying to pile as many of her books as she possibly could into her backpack. She was almost done when you sidled up beside her, a gleaming smile on your face and your hands tucked sheepishly in the back pockets of your jeans.

“Hey,” you said softly, like Vada was a scared animal that would run away.

She swallowed, half of her so desperately wanting to talk to you and ask why you would ask her out just to play with her, while the other half of her was set in her stubborn way of not speaking a word to you. The latter half won as she shut her locker door and walked away, but she couldn’t shake you.

You followed beside her, looking down at her as you walked. “I don’t know what happened between yesterday and today, or if you’re just having an off day or something, but I really did have fun on our date, and I’d like to take you on another one.”

She glanced up at you, unable to stop the quickening of her pulse. What if you were telling the truth? She shook her head, Nick’s words in her ear: Don’t even think about her.

Vada managed to lose you in the crowd of students all trying to exit the school at once, but she still heard your voice call over the sound of everyone else.

“I’ll text you then!”

Something about your determination made her want to melt right into your arms, but she stood up a little straighter and continued walking. You didn’t actually want her, she reminded herself. You just liked the chase.

* * *

After a night full of text messages from you that Vada never answered, she sauntered into school the next day with Nick by her side, completely set on avoiding you as much as she could. Unfortunately for both her and Nick, it seemed like you wanted to make that impossible.

The minute she passed through the front doors, you were walking beside her, a bouquet of flowers in hand. Vada glanced at them quickly, feeling butterflies stir in her stomach at the sight, but Nick slapped her on the hand, forcing her to keep her stoic face as she picked up the pace and tried to walk away.

“What, do you not like roses?” you asked, just a step behind the pair. You sounded dejected, defeated--some part of Vada felt bad; the other part thought ‘good. she should feel bad’. After a moment of silence from you, she heard the smallest, “Well, okay,” and when she looked over her shoulder, you were gone, the roses sticking out of the top of the nearest trash can. It was a depressing sight to see.

She sighed. “I feel kind of bad, Nick,” she admitted, and the boy shook his head.

“Don’t,” he said firmly. “She deserves to be humbled for once.” He scoffed. “She can’t just have anyone she wants and then throw them away when she gets bored because she’s pretty and popular. And she most certainly can’t do that to you.”

“But, yesterday she said that she had fun on our date and wants to go on another one. What if she was telling the truth? What if she actually likes me?”

Nick shook his head again. “It’s all part of her sick game. She wants you to fall for her, and then she’ll pull the rug right out from under you.” He patted Vada on the shoulder. “Trust me; she’s bad news.”

Vada glanced back over her shoulder again, and this time she found you in the same position as the day before--leaning back against your locker with Stacey standing in front of you, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

Your eyes flitted toward her for a split second, wide and forlorn, before they were focusing on Stacey again. You broke out into a grin, throwing your head back as you laughed.

“Right,” Vada grumbled, an ache forming in her chest and radiating throughout the rest of her body. “Bad news.”

* * *

The ‘bad news’ didn’t seem so bad anymore when, in the middle of English class, Vada was tapped on the shoulder by the boy behind her. When she twisted around to see what he wanted, he unceremoniously shoved a folded piece of paper in her direction, a scowl on his face as he waited for her to take it.

With furrowed eyebrows and a frown, Vada grabbed the paper and turned back in her seat, glancing up at her teacher to make sure he wasn’t watching as she unfolded the sheet.

Vada,

Thought I might try the old-fashioned way. Are you free on Friday night? The drive-in is showing The Princess Diaries, and I remember you saying you had a crush on Anne Hathaway. Wanna go together?

Y/N :)

Vada glanced toward the back of the room, where you had found yourself sitting that day, and saw you already looking at her, hope painting your face prettily. She cursed herself internally at the butterflies in her stomach as she looked back at the note you had sent forward. It was cute--she’d give you that--and she was tempted to say yes, but the image of Stacey flirting with you flitted through her mind, and that was enough for her to crumple the paper in her hand.

She didn’t look back at you.

* * *

The rest of the day passed without incident: you didn’t try to speak to her in the halls, and by the time she went to sleep, Vada hadn’t received a single text from you. Just before she drifted off for the night, she briefly thought that you had given up--perhaps you had grown so used to girls falling into your lap that chasing Vada was just too much energy that you didn’t want to use.

She was proven wrong when she woke up to a voicemail from you in the morning. You had called her late at night--the timestamp reading nearly three o’clock--and when Vada played the message aloud, your voice filling her room, shame bloomed in her stomach.

“Hey,” you started, your voice quiet and scratchy. “It’s me. Or, it’s Y/N. I--I don’t know if you’ve deleted my number or something. I just…Look, I know it hasn’t been long since our date, but…” You sighed, and Vada could hear the faintest sound of a sniffle. “The cold shoulder from you doesn’t feel great. I just wanna know where we stand. I had fun on Sunday. Uh, it’s okay if you didn’t. I just wish you would tell me.” You sniffled again. “I guess if you don’t answer this, that’s my answer. Yeah, okay. I’ll see you in school.”

Vada threw herself back into her pillows with a sigh. She ran a hand down her face, groaning. “Fuck,” she mumbled. “Fuck.” You sounded so sincere in the voicemail, but what if that were just another one of your ploys? What if you did this with every girl? What if—

“Bitch, why the fuck are you still in bed?” Nick asked as he burst into Vada’s bedroom.

She groaned again, throwing her legs up and down like a small toddler not getting their way. Her heart was pulling toward you, but her brain was trying to run away from you as fast as possible. She was torn, and she had no idea what to do.

Luckily for her, she was given more time to think than she had expected. You were absent that day, your missing presence a large hole in her day. There was no one to offer her flowers, or to try to pass her notes during class, or to wave at her in the cafeteria. As much as she hated admitting it to herself, she still liked you, and the lack of you carved a deep pit into her stomach.

That night, when there was still no sign of you--no texts or calls or even posts on any social media--she fell asleep with worry itching beneath her veins and guilt pricking at her chest.

The next morning wasn’t any better. Anxiety sat heavy like a rock in Vada’s stomach as she got ready, while Nick sang some random song in the car, when she walked through the parking lot and into school.

Her eyes immediately flitted toward your locker, a mixture of relief and sorrow surging through her at the sight of you standing there, alone, but with your head hung and your eyes trained on your feet. You were in sweatpants and a baggy hoodie. It was all completely unlike you.

“Nick,” she called, getting the boy’s attention. She subtly pointed at you. “Do you think she’s okay?”

He scoffed. “I’m sure her outfit just didn’t look as good in real life as it did in her head. What else does she have to worry about?”

Vada shrugged, her eyes still locked on you. You didn’t look up once.

* * *

It was at night that Vada’s worry had turned into all-out panic. Throughout the school day, you had avoided her like the plague, making sure to never interact with her. At one point, you had locked eyes with her down the hall and then swiftly spun on your heel and walked back in the direction you came from.

That, combined with getting absolutely no notifications from you, led her to a terribly easy decision as she stood from her bed, grabbed a hoodie, and lied to her mom that she was going to Nick’s house. She slipped out the front door, her pace quick as she rushed the few blocks to your house.

When she arrived, it was almost completely dark, save for the fluorescent light coming from your living room, where Vada had found herself just days before after you had taken her out to dinner.

With a hesitant hand, she knocked on your front door. It took only a few seconds before you appeared, looking completely unsurprised to see her.

“Vada,” you said softly, and she was immediately surrounded by the scent of alcohol on your breath. “What’re you doing here?”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Are you…drunk? On a Thursday night?”

You shrugged. “So what if I am? What’re you doing here?” you repeated.

Pushing aside her concerns about your drinking habits, she asked, “Why did you stop?”

“Stop what?”

“Chasing me,” she said, like you should’ve known.

You forced out a dry laugh, tilting your head to the side. “You know, you’re a confusing girl.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you completely ignored all of my attempts to talk to you, and now you’re upset that I’ve stopped, even though it seemed like that’s what you wanted.” You narrowed your eyes. “Sounds kind of confusing, don’t you think?”

Vada swallowed, crossing her arms and shaking her head. “That’s not fair.”

“Not fair,” you muttered beneath your breath. “Okay. Sure. I was unfair to you.” You leaned back on your heels, your hand gripping the doorknob. “Now, if that’s all, then I’ll see you at school.”

You started to close the door, but something about your indifference made anger rise in Vada. “I just didn’t want to become a girl in your revolving door of girls!” she shouted.

You stilled, your eyes widening before glazing over. “Right. My revolving door of girls. That’s what everyone says, right?” Your voice was hollow, sad. Vada didn’t understand why.

“They say it because it’s true,” she huffed. Your posture fell and you glanced away, clenching your jaw. “You chase, you get, you grow bored.”

“That’s not true.” You looked at her, and faintly, she could see tears glossing your eyes. “That’s not…true. Those girls chase me; they use me; they leave me.” Your volume grew steadily, a sort of rage backing your words. “But since I’m the one factor that stays the same, everyone blames me. And it’s not--” You sighed. “It’s not true.”

You scoffed. “And you know what, I thought you might be the one person that didn’t believe what everyone else said. You seemed real, authentic, like you didn’t really give a shit about the crowd, Vada. That’s why I liked you, why I was trying. I thought you were your own person. But I was wrong. You’re just like the rest of the school.”

With all of the new information thrown at her, confusion and guilt and shame and hurt burning her, the only thing Vada managed to say was, “Oh.”

You nodded, glancing away. “Yeah. ‘Oh’. So, I’ll see you at school.”

When you shut the door, leaving Vada standing alone on your front porch, realization struck her like a tidal wave, and everything from the past few days came crashing down on her.

You didn’t chase. Or, at least, not until her.

“Shit.”

* * *

Vada (11:42pm): need ur help

Vada (11:42pm): 911

Mia (11:43pm): ???

Vada (11:43pm): help me ask Y/N out

Vada (11:43pm): ur her best friend. pls.

Mia (11:45pm): bro u fucked up big time

Mia (11:45pm): shes forgiving and all but…

Vada (11:45pm): mia pls

Mia (11:49pm): fine.

Mia (11:49pm): only b/c i know how much she likes u

Mia (11:49pm): dont fuck up again

Mia (11:50pm): heres what u should do

* * *

You didn’t show up to school again the next day, but it barely registered in Vada’s mind. She had already known beforehand that you wouldn’t be going--Mia had slipped her some ‘secret intel’ that your hangover had you sleeping the day away. Instead, she spent the hours mentally preparing herself, and as soon as the bell rang to signal the end of the day, she set her plan into motion.

At exactly six o’clock at night, Vada was standing at your front door again, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and her (Mia’s) car keys in the other. She knocked on the wood, waited, and when you pulled the door open, her words immediately pushed themselves out of her mouth.

“The drive-in is showing The Princess Diaries tonight, and I know you don’t like Anne Hathaway as much as I do, but I’d like to take you to see it.” She inhaled deeply and continued. “And I’d also like to apologize because I’ve been shitty to you these past few days, and I shouldn’t have listened to the rumors, and I should’ve just talked to you about it all, and I’m really sorry about everything that happened, and I just”--she gasped, her lungs stinging with lack of air, and kept going--“I really do like you, and I did have fun on our initial date, and I’m sorry. Can I take you to the drive-in?”

You blinked once, twice, before you raised a single brow. “What?”

Vada sighed. “The most important thing from all of that is that I’m sorry. I know I hurt you, and I know that can’t just go away, but I’d like the chance to make it up to you, if you’d let me.” She shoved the flowers in your direction. “Want to go see The Princess Diaries?”

You glanced down at the flowers, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, and then took them from her. With the smallest and softest smile that made Vada’s knees buckles, you nodded.

“Okay.” Your face fell. “But on one condition.”

She nodded fervently. “Anything.”

You grinned. “Let’s get milkshakes after and talk.”

bonus: “like, how could you not have a huge crush on anne hathaway?” vada asked, her eyes glued to the big screen.

you hummed. “i’ve got my eye on someone else.”

when she looked at you, ready to argue about anne hathaway’s attractiveness, you were already staring at her, smiling.

#vada cavell x reader #vada cavell #vada x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna x reader #the fallout

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skyeslittlecorner · 6 months

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As someone who's craving whb contents, i love ur scenarios so muchhhhhhh

I've seen the smol kings and it was so cute :33

Can i request the kings with smol mc, but maybe slight angsty because Mc lost their parents when they're young and stuff...

I'm so happy you find this entertaining, because I'm not going to stop lmao You're stuck with me. Poor things. Love you too

We've already had kings with a little shy MC, now it's time to see how they deal with a sad or crying one

We may say it's a little continuation of this request

Satan will let you cry if you want. Expressing emotions is healthy. He told himself that you can do whatever you want, even if it means yelling and snotting on his shirt. That doesn't mean he'll leave you alone; he'll hug you, and you can bury your face in his shoulder, covered with soft hair that smells like sunny cat fur. Safe and hidden from the whole world. If you're frustrated and want to beat him with your little fists, he's there for you, too. He understands your pain, as he also lost loved ones. Loses people every day in the war... he knows what it's like when your emotions control you more than you control them. Although you express it in a much less destructive way than he does. Maybe deep down, he envies you for being able to afford something like that.

Mammon will be very concerned. His little master is unhappy? Why, can he do something about it? Cuddled against a large chest and tucked into huge arms, you feel safe. But... unfortunately your pain doesn't come from outside, where Mammon can protect you, but from inside. He will rock you and try to gently distract you. He knows you very well. Whether it's a design show or just a playground, Mammon knows what you like and will take you there to cheer you up. And all his nobles will join him. You can count on hugs from Eligos and be carried in Valefor's arms, even Bimet will let you play and fly on his skulls.

Beelzebub, like Mammon, will try to comfort you, but in a less gentle way. Are you crying? These are definitely bad memories. He is also often tormented, and he has a way to deal with it. Break them down like soreness. You won't even have time to cry properly. Cuddled in his arms, you suddenly feel the strong smells of spices. Is this an Indian bazaar? Beel will grab vada pav for you and for himself, and while eating street food, you will watch how other snacks are prepared. A few moments later, you will find yourself in front of the coliseum, where you will watch an artist painting landscapes with sprays. (By the way, Italy, mafia, Beel feels at home here, don't let him into the fireworks stands.) Snowy Carpathians, mustangs on the prairies, atolls of coral reefs, when such a colorful kaleidoscope flashes before your eyes, you won't have time to cry. Beel will only breathe when you fall asleep in his arms. Even though he was entertaining and laughing with you the whole time, there was a boulder in his chest. Only passing tourists who see a handsome man with a child in his arms, sitting by the fireplace and staring into the flames, will be able to see that he is hunched over with worry.

Leviathan isn't the happiest when you're crying on his shoulder. You will see this, and you will want to run away from him, but he will grab you in his arms before you can. Who let you? It's better that no one sees you like this. Come. You will stay with him. He will wipe your tears with a tissue and tell you to blow your nose. Even if you are scared, over time, when you sit with him, you will realize that there is nothing to be afraid of. It's quiet and safe around. You won't even be warned for disturbing him at work. He will spend as much time with you as you need. But what will shock you the most... is his voice. He will walk with you in his arms and start humming softly. A voice more beautiful than an angel's, you will listen like a charm, although it is a purr quieter than a whisper. He simply did what he would like to receive if he were a crying child.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb mammon #skye's little talk

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raven-ss · 1 year

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Daddy

*Y/N and Vada out at dinner with Y/N's parents and siblings*

Y/N: Daddy can you pass me the salt, please?

*Vada and Y/N's dad both reaching to grab it*

Y/n: …

Vada: …

Y/N's mom: …

Y/N's dad clenching his jaw : …

Y/N's siblings: …

The fly on the wall: …

Y/N mouthing to Vada: Run

*Vada jumping off the chair and running off the restaurant*

#vada cavell x reader #vada cavell x fem reader #vada cavell x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x fem reader

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softantigone · 1 year

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I've a confession to make.

I'm not the typical hopeless romantic.

I mean, yes, you'll find me doing

all those silly things fools in love do.

But when they talk about us romantics

they only talk about grand gestures and

dramatics and cheesy pick-up lines

the candle-lit dinners and box of

chocolates and red balloons and

flying lovers to Paris for Valentine's.

They don't tell you who we are

without the lovers.

They don't tell you about falling

head over heels in love with life.

How we re-enact the scenes

of sad songs while looking

out the window of share cabs

how we write poems about Bombay monsoons despite the dead rats

and the traffic from blocked roads

how we've romanticized

places more than people,

living more than loving

and so if you ever find me sitting

next to you in an old taxi

driving on the sea-link,

ask me about my favourite writers.

I'll tell you about how the last

kali-peeli through this cable-stayed

bridge on New Year's Eve

had Orhan Pamuk and Kiran Desai

discussing Istanbul politics in it.

Tomorrow morning, if you stop by

at my little apartment for tea,

don't laugh at me when

I tell you I imagine

Freddie Mercury playing the piano

for Mary in a private studio

somewhere in Versova

that Robert Allen Zimmerman

changed his name to Bob Dylan

nine seconds after stuffing his

mouth with a vada Pao

at a roadside stall that later got

shut down to build Pali Village Cafe.

And if you stand close, you'll smell

overpriced perfume from some

department store, but I'll never

admit to it.

Instead, I'll tell you stories about

being the love child

of shiuli and gulmohar trees

how I was born when they recited

Tagore's Gitanjali to each other.

So the next time

they talk about us romantics

tell them we are more than

daydreams about finding soulmates

about wearing our hearts on our

sleeves at first sight like in the movies

tell them we see love in everything

but most importantly, in ourselves

and so every time

I bring you fresh flowers,

know that I grow gardens

in my backyard

just

for myself.

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cheesearchives · 1 day

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When my uncle died, I felt shock and then nothing. When my cousin brother (his son) died, the grief hit me like a tonne of bricks. Knocking me breathless with the weight of both their deaths.

Grief became a constant heaviness till it felt too hard to breathe. Grief meant sleeping past 11 AM because that's when I got the call about my cousin's passing.

Healing came when I sat with my sister to laugh and cry about all our memories. Sneakily watching the TV at night when we weren't allowed to. Fighting each other tooth and nail as children for absolutely nothing. Sneaking out to eat vada pav and coming back as if we'd done nothing of the sort.

I remember the soft kiss on my hand I received when my brother first went to the hospital. I remember how he looked when he begged to be taken home but he needed the chemo and so we couldn't help. I remember how none of us could ease his pain. He looked so small in a bed so big.

Grief looked like avoiding his funeral using the distance to travel as an excuse. I didn't want to see his dead body and remember that forever. I wanted to remember him when he looked better.

Grief really is love with no place to go. How could I sit and call my extended family to tell them I was getting married and not remember my cousin and my uncle? How happy they would have been.

I promised him that once he'd get better I'd fly him over to my city and we'd travel and eat new food. I promised him that he'd get better.

Grief is praying in a language that you've all but forgotten when you find out he's in the ICU.

A heart attack, a heart attack. What a big word for such a tiny body. He couldn't handle the chemo.

He's happy now in heaven, with his father. What about us? What about me? What about all the people that loved him?

I can't introduce him to my husband. We can't make fun of each other anymore. My uncle won't look at my husband with approving eyes and tell him to take care of me. My brother won't tell him to be good to me. I get nothing. I get nothing.

How is it that when I am happy, I miss you? I remember you. I remember you.

It's almost two years. I remember. I remember so often.

I'll see you both on the other side one day. Until then, I will remember you.

#tw death #death #cancer #grief #love #personal

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chrisryanspeaks · 7 months

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RIDE Shares New Single "Last Frontier" + Announces NA, UK, and IRE Tour

Ride reveals their latest single “Last Frontier,” marking the second preview from their upcoming seventh album, Interplay, scheduled for release on March 29 via Wichita Recordings / PIAS. With the launch of this single, the band from Oxford announces tours across North America, the UK, and Ireland. They will begin their tour in North America in May, shortly after “Interplay” is released, followed by performances in the UK and Ireland in September, featuring a notable show at London’s Roundhouse. Tickets will be available for purchase at 10am on Friday through their official website. “Last Frontier” showcases a gradually intensifying ethereal beat, blending a rich tapestry of sounds with timeless indie craftsmanship. Guitarist and vocalist Andy Bell comments on the song’s evolution, noting it as an initially overlooked piece from their first jam session at Mark’s OX4 Studio. It was the insight of their producer, Richie Kennedy, that recognized the song’s potential, leading to a complete overhaul at Vada studio, aiming for a raw, Joy Division-like foundation. Bell experimented with various vocal styles during recording, seeking spontaneity and innovation in his delivery. This approach, he admits, was a departure from his usual method, offering a blend of meticulous composition and on-the-fly creativity that he aims to pursue further. “Interplay” represents Ride’s third album since their 2014 reunion, marking a period where the band has spent more time together in this second era than during their initial phase as ‘90s shoegaze icons. Following “Weather Diaries” (2017) and “This Is Not A Safe Place” (2019), the album aims to ignite the band’s legacy anew, appealing to longstanding fans while captivating a new generation. The album, co-produced with Richie Kennedy and mixed by Claudius Mittendorfer, bridges the gap across their career. It reimagines the energetic guitar work, mesmerizing rhythms, and melodic allure of their early days within a broader, more vibrant sonic landscape, drawing inspiration from ’80s pop icons like Tears For Fears, Talk Talk, and early U2. Upcoming Tour Dates: 5/11 - Boston, MA @ Big Night Live 5/13 - Montreal, QB @ Theatre Fairmount 5/14 - Toronto, ON @ Concert Hall 5/15 - Detroit, MI @ Majestic Theatre 5/16 - Chicago, IL @ Metro 5/17 - Minneapolis, MN @ Fine Line 5/19 - Denver, Colorado @ Gothic Theater 5/22 - Vancouver, BC @ Commodore Ballroom 5/23 - Portland, OR @ Mission Theater 5/25 - Seattle, WA @ Showbox 9/2 - Belfast, UK @ Limelight 9/3 - Dublin, Ireland @ Olympia 9/4 - Cork, Ireland @ Cyprus Avenue 9/6 - Sheffield, UK @ Leadmill 9/7 - Newcastle, UK @ Boilershop 9/8 - Glasgow, UK @ SWG 3 TV Studio 9/10 - Liverpool, UK @ Invisible Wind Factory 9/12 - Leeds, UK @ Stylus 9/13 - Manchester, UK @ New Century 9/14 - Bristol, UK @ SWX 9/16 - Falmouth, UK @ Princess Pavilions 9/17 - Portsmouth, UK @ Guildhall 9/18 - Brighton, UK @ Chalk 9/20 - London, UK @ Roundhouse 9/21 - Wolverhampton, UK @ Wulfrun Halls 9/22 - Cambridge, UK @ Junction Read the full article

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audiofuzz · 7 months

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RIDE Shares New Single "Last Frontier" + Announces NA, UK, and IRE Tour

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dedicationtv · 10 months

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IS IT ME OR IS THE ENERGY JUST NOT THERE FOR HOMECOMING 2❓SWAMP VS LU CASTRO SMFH 🤦🏾‍♂️🤦🏾‍♂️

https://youtu.be/N9Wy8qHWELM

#murda mook #nujerzeytwork #homecoming2 #urltv #Geechi Gotti #swamp #Lu Castro #serious jones #T Rex vs chess #dedication tv #aceisworking #battler blogger #battle rap #Chris Unbias #Vada fly #hip hop is real #let’s talk battle rap

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rollingsins · 2 years

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the secrets that you keep

summary: Vada tells her Mom a little too much. Again. An argument ensues.

warnings: (+18): smut: pussy-eating, vaginal fingering. reader/vada are both 18+.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: couple of people requested Vada/reader so here you go. let me know if you liked it/what you want to see next!

“You told your mom we had sex?”

Vada blinks back at you, confused. Not even a minute ago you’d been on top of her, pressing hot kisses down her neck. And then she’d opened her mouth. Confessed a little too much. As she always did.

“Yeah. It just kind of- came out.” She chews her lip. “You know how sometimes I talk and talk I can’t stop talking-“

You huff. Climb off her. Shuffle to the other side of the bed.

Mrs Cavell had been so weird when you’d arrived. Overly friendly. Her voice a little higher than usual. And she’d insisted Vada keep her bedroom door open. A hot flush creeps up your neck and taints your cheeks. This was so embarrassing.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Of course I’m mad at you.” You say, voice clipped. “I didn’t want anyone knowing we’d- done that - let alone your mom.”

Hurt flashes through her features. If you weren’t so annoyed, you might have taken it back.

“Oh. Alright.”

She draws her hands into herself.

“What exactly did you tell her?” You rake your hands through your hair.

Vada avoids your gaze.

“Vada!”

“That we- we did… oral stuff and… I might have mentioned the fingering-“

It’s worse than you thought. You stare.

“Unbelievable.” You snap. “Un-fucking-believable.”

Blood rushes to your ears. You launch yourself off the bed, grab your things. If it was possible to die of humiliation, you think this might just be the end for you.

“I’m sorry.” She says, her voice a little small. She draws her legs up to her chest. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You never mean to do anything, Vada, but you do it anyway.” You say. Irritation flooding through you.

Vada was like that. One of those people who floated through life never worrying about the consequences of her own actions. You’d found it endearing when you’d first met her. It’s not so cute right now.

She looks up at you like a naughty child who’s being scolded.

“So, you do regret it then.” She says. Her stare is piercing, “Even though you told me you didn’t.”

“I-“ You trail off. Think for a moment.

“No.” You say, quietly, “I don’t regret it.”

“But you’re embarrassed by it.” She says, her eyebrows furrowed, “You’re embarrassed by me.”

She’s hurt, you can tell by the way her voice shakes a little. The irritation is gone. Guilt creeps through you.

“Of course not. Vada-“

“Then why can’t we tell anyone?” She asks. Her eyes are off you now, she’s staring down at her fingers as she picks at them. “I mean. Okay. Maybe I shouldn’t have told my mom-“

Your eyebrows fly to your forehead.

“Maybe?”

She ignores you. Looks up, eyes shimmering.

“But why can’t we tell anyone else? Why can’t I tell Nick? Why can’t we tell people at school?”

“Because it is embarrassing.” You say, flush creeping into your cheeks, “Sex. Not just sex with you, Vada. In general.”

“I don’t think it’s embarrassing.” She says, voice quiet. “I liked having sex with you. I’m not embarrassed to tell people about it.”

“Clearly.” You mumble. Your eyes fall to the door. You wonder if Vada's mom can hear you arguing.

Vada chews at her lip again. She does that when she’s insecure, you’ve noticed. You swallow hard. The last thing you wanted to do was make her feel like you didn’t want her.

You sigh. Move over to the bed. Hesitant, you brush a strand of hair from her eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You say. She’s staring up at you through mournful, brown eyes. “I’m not embarrassed by you. I’m not embarrassed by- what we did.”

Her expression doesn’t change. She doesn’t believe you. You try again.

“When we had sex it was- new. And confusing for me.” You confess. “It’s still confusing for me.”

She looks away. You take her hands between yours, try to draw her attention back to you.

“But I liked having sex with you too.” You say. Her eyes lock back to you. “And I want to do it again.”

A slight smile tugs at her lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You tilt your face closer to hers, capture her lips in a soft kiss. You feel her relax. Entwine your fingers with hers. When you pull away, her eyes are still closed. You nudge your nose against hers.

“You should tell Nick. And anyone else you want.”

She grins. “Really?”

You nod. “Just- please don’t tell your mom anything else, okay? About the sex. It’s not fun for any of us.”

Vada nods. “Okay. Sounds like a deal.”

She leans in, kisses you again.

“So, about that sex we’re going to continue having…” Her eyes twinkle. She tugs on the band of your jeans.

“Vada-“ You sigh into her mouth. “We can’t. Your mom-“

“-Is downstairs.”

She’s slipping her tongue into your mouth. Guiding your hands to her hips. Not a trace of insecurity now. This is the Vada you love. Bold, confident. No fucks to give. You sigh happily into her mouth. She’s wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and those orange basketball shorts she likes so much. Your fingers brush the waistband. Arousal surges through you. She releases your lips, moves her hand down to guide yours.

She slips your hand into her underwear, bites her lip as your fingers brush the length of her. You groan as you feel the velvet of her folds, already coated wet with her arousal. You coat your fingertips with her wetness, rub gentle circles over her clit.

You brush your nose against hers. Her eyes are hooded, pupils wide with arousal. You dip your fingers down further to her entrance, kiss her jaw as you slip a finger inside her.

She’s impossibly warm, and so tight. Your mouth falls open as you slip another in. She grips around your fingers, making these noises, satisfied little sighs every time you brush her clit with your thumb.

You tilt your head again, watch the door. Well aware Vada’s mom could round the corner and find you two fingers deep inside her daughter.

Vada’s hands are on your face, tugging you back to her. She wants your attention, kisses you desperately as you draw your fingers in and out. She’s getting wetter with each curl of your fingers. The way she’s sighing into your mouth, pussy tightening around your fingers, you can tell she’s close.

“Fuck.” You whisper against her lips. Your mouth waters, “I want to eat you out so bad.”

She makes a noise low in her throat, her cunt squeezes impossibly tight around your fingers.

“Yes. Please.” Her voice is thick with arousal. You can’t resist any longer.

You retract from her, pull her further down the bed. She gasps as you withdraw your fingers, then as quick as you can, tug her shorts down her legs.

She looks so pretty with her legs spread like this, pussy gorgeous and wet and swollen for you. You no longer care if the door is wide open, you have to have her now.

You press your lips against her inner thighs, tease her. Her hands are in your hair, trying to guide your mouth to where she wants you. She’s soaked with arousal, you lick it off her thighs, clean her up a little. She tastes so good, bittersweet, as amazing as she had the last time you’d done this. You loop your arms around her thighs, pull her close to you. Her smell is intoxicating, it makes your mouth water. You lean down, press your lips against her folds.

She moans, a little loud, her thighs tighten around your head. Encouraging you.

“Shh.” You whisper into her thigh. “You have to be quiet, okay?”

She nods, desperately. You kiss her thigh once more.

Now you’ve had a taste of her, you can’t get enough. You lick a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit, mouth watering at her taste. You dive in, licking and sucking. She likes when you lap at her entrance, you realize, the way her hands grip tighter in your hair. She likes it even better when you take her clit between your lips and suck hard. You alternate, kissing, licking, exploring her, until her thighs are gripping tight around your head and her back is arching into the mattress.

She’s moaning again, too loud. You’re too far gone to care now. You lap at her, drink her in.

You gasp as you feel her orgasm, fresh wave of cum drizzling into your waiting mouth. She pants, grip slackening as she comes down from her high. You press a few more kisses to her thighs, lick every last drop of her you can find.

Then, you kiss your way up to her lips. Let her taste herself on you.

“Whoa.” Vada says. You can feel the thrum of her heartbeat as you press your lips to her chest. “That was even better than the first time. And the first time was good-”

“Shh.” You murmur, pressing your lips to hers, “You’re ruining the moment.”

“Sorry.” Vada says. She drops her head back into the mattress. “I never know when to stop.”

You lay there a moment, rest your head on her chest.

“Girls!” Vada’s mom’s voice from down the hall snaps you out of your reverie. You lift your head, roll off her body. “It’s quiet up there. Everything okay?”

Vada groans.

“We’re fine, mom, we’re just watching a movie!” She yells out.

There’s a long pause. You throw Vada her pants, help her tug them back on.

“Why don’t you come watch it downstairs?”

It’s not a question. Vada falls back into the pillows, lets out a dramatic huff. You swallow hard. Vada’s mom totally knows what you’ve been doing up here.

You smack her stomach, gently.

“I told you to be quieter.”

“Ow.” She rubs her stomach. Sits up with you. “How was I supposed to be quiet when you were doing that.”

She loops her arms around your shoulders. Leans in to press a kiss to your lips. You relent. Hum against her lips.

“Girls!”

Vada groans again. Pulls away.

“We’re coming! Jesus!”

#vada cavell #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell x you #jenna ortega #mine #jenna ortega x y/n #the fallout #wednesday

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bingwriterxo · 1 year

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childhood friends

pairing: vada cavell x reader

summary: in which you and vada grow up together, and here are some snippets

warnings: parents fighting, persistent man

word count: 2700+

You were seven when Vada pushed her way into your life unexpectedly.

Your mother had taken you to the local playground, sick and tired of having you bouncing off the walls inside the house, and you immediately ran toward the swing set, intent on getting higher than you ever had before. You were settling into one of the seats, fingers gripping the metal chains, when you felt hands on your back and you were suddenly flying forward from the small shove, landing on the wood chips below that cut into your knees.

"Hey!" you cried, twisted around where you had fallen and staring up at the girl who had pushed you. She was short and didn't look like she should've been strong enough to have shoved you, but she was sticking her tongue out at you, so you knew it was her. "What was that for?"

"Just 'cause," she said before slipping into the swing that you had been sitting on. She started pumping her legs a bit, but she wasn't getting much air.

You scrambled to stand, afraid of getting hit by one of her feet and angry at the fact that she had stolen your rightful place, and brushed yourself off. To combat both of these feelings, you walked up to her, placed your hands on your shoulders, and pushed her backwards, smiling when she thudded on the ground and let out an, "Oof!"

"What was that all about?" she asked you from the ground.

"You did it to me first!" you argued, pointing at her with narrowed eyes.

She huffed and stood, not bothering to wipe away the stray wood chips on her t-shirt. From that close, you could see the array of freckles that decorated her face, and, for a fleeting moment, thought that they looked just like stars in the night sky. But then your anger came rushing back to you and you shook away your thoughts, staring at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"It's not nice to push people off swings," you said. "Mama told me that."

"But you just did!"

"Mama also told me that fair's fair," you huffed.

She crossed her arms over her chest and regarded you for a moment with a frown. Then, her gaze softened and she sighed. "Fine. Whatever."

You weren't really sure what to do then as you stood in front of the girl, who stared back at you. It seemed like she didn't know what to do either. You thought for a moment and then let out a resigned sigh.

"Why don't we take turns," you suggested, "since all of the other swings are taken."

She glanced around quickly and then nodded. "Okay, but I want to go first."

You rolled your eyes as best as you could. "Fine."

She grinned and climbed onto the swing, twisting around to look at you. "Could you push me? I can never get very high," she said.

You grumbled but did it anyway. She still didn't get very high, but she was giggling and laughing, so you figured you were doing a pretty good job. When it was your turn, she very un-elegantly clambered off the swing and stood to the side, watching as you pumped your legs until you had a steady rhythm.

"How do you do that so well?" she asked.

"I dunno, just do," you said.

She huffed, and then when you decided you had had enough, you dragged your shoe into the wood chips, slowing yourself down. You stayed sitting and looked to the girl.

"What's your name, anyway?" you asked. "So I can tell my mom who made my knees all icky." You pointed down to the scrapes you had, and the girl's eyes followed.

"Oh," she said. "Sorry."

"'S okay," you said. "You didn't answer my question."

She blinked back at you, and then said, "My name's Vada."

"That's a funny name," came your immediate response, and suddenly her hands were on your shoulders and you were laying on your back in the wood chips, staring up at the sky. Your view was blocked as the girl's head hovered above you, her hair hanging down like a dark curtain.

"That wasn't nice," she told you.

"Okay," you said, sitting up. "Sorry."

"'S okay," she mimicked, and you could tell she had never said that phrase in that way before because she stuttered over the words. "What's your name?"

"Y/N."

She nodded. "Okay. Wanna play tag?"

You nodded right back. "Sure."

* * *

You were eleven when you showed up at Vada's house in the middle of the night.

Your parents had been fighting in the kitchen, their voices carrying throughout the small house and into your bedroom, where you had been laying in your bed with the covers pulled over your head to block out the sound. When that didn't work, and their argument only seemed to get louder, you slipped out from beneath your blanket and shuffled to your closet, pulling a sweatshirt off its hanger and sliding into a pair of sneakers. You had propped open your window, snuck out of it, and ran the full way to Vada's house, which luckily was only a couple streets away.

When you arrived, you knocked softly on Vada's bedroom window, hoping that she was awake. In just a few seconds, her curtains were being pulled aside and her face appeared, darkness shrouding her, but she was visible from the street lamp that shed light into her bedroom. She popped the window open.

"What're you doing here?" she asked quietly.

You glanced down at your feet, which were digging into the dirt, and said, "My parents are fighting."

She sighed. "Again?" You nodded, and she said, "Okay, get in here."

You were quick as you climbed through her window, careful not to mess up her display of Lego sets as you did. When you were fully inside, you kicked your shoes off and looked up at the brunette, who was watching you with sad eyes.

"Are you okay?" she asked, and even though there was that strange ache in your chest that only ever appeared when your parents fought, you nodded. "Okay. What now?"

"I dunno," you said with a shrug. "You got your mom's old laptop for your birthday, right?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Why?"

"We should watch a movie or something."

"Oh, good idea!" Vada took you by the hand and led you to her bed, letting you get in it first before she followed. She grabbed the laptop from her nightstand and set it on her lap, turning it on.

You watched the loading screen for a moment before sinking further into the mattress and leaning your head on Vada's shoulder, stomach stirring a little at the warmth that she gave off. You felt her tense beneath you for just a second before she relaxed, but you didn't mention it. Instead, you asked, "What movie are we going to watch?"

"I'm not sure yet. There's a few I've been wanting to see. Like..." The girl rambled on and on about the movies she hadn't seen yet, even when the computer was fully booted up and ready to go, and you simply listened, slowly being lulled to sleep by her voice. You barely registered the fact that she had stopped until she asked, "Are you sure you're okay?"

You hummed sleepily. "Yeah, Vads." You both ignored the nickname that slipped out.

"You don't have to be okay, you know that, right?" You could feel her shift beneath you as she got more comfortable. "And you can always talk to me, okay?"

"Okay, Vada," you said. "Thank you."

* * *

You were fourteen when you realized you had feelings for Vada.

You woke up one morning to the sight of Vada in your bed, who was still asleep with her mouth slightly open and hair splayed out against your pillow, and that familiar stirring started in your stomach that you quickly recognized as butterflies, and your cheeks heated up and you thought, Oh fuck.

You tried to scramble out of your bed as fast as you possibly could, but your foot got caught in your sheet and you ended up falling to the ground with a heavy thud, waking the brunette in your bed. She sat up, confused both from the noise and the fact that you weren't anywhere in sight, until she noticed the sheet pulled taut in the corner of the bed.

"Are you--Did you fall out of your bed?" she asked as she peeked her head to look at you. She laughed at the sight of you on the floor, holding onto your elbow which had hit the wood harder than the rest of you.

"Kind of..." you said, staring up at her with teary eyes. She just laughed harder, and you blushed but found yourself giggling along with her.

"How the fuck did you fall out of your bed?" she asked when she had calmed down enough to form real words.

You stood on wobbly legs and trained your gaze on literally anything other than the brunette. "I don't know. I just...did?"

She rolled her eyes softly and smiled. The butterflies fluttered harder in your stomach. "You're, like, the clumsiest person I know."

You scoffed. "Says you!"

Vada pulled herself up onto her knees and waddled toward you. "Let's not be rude, now."

"Vads, you literally tripped over your own foot yesterday and face planted into the asphalt," you said, which the brunette didn't need to be reminded of because she still had the bruised nose to prove it.

"Shut up!" she whined, throwing herself at you. She wrapped her arms around your neck and flopped backward, pulling you down onto the mattress with her. You threw your hands out so that you wouldn't land fully on top of her, and then gulped at the compromising position you found yourself in.

You, hovering above Vada, who was grinning widely beneath you. You held your breath as you watched her eyes flicker between your own eyes and your lips, and when she started to lean up, you pushed away.

"My mom's making waffles," you said quickly. "In the kitchen. I can smell them."

You watched as she pouted a bit before sitting up, raising her arms above her head to stretch. You swallowed hard at the slight skin that showed on her stomach before it was covered by her t-shirt again. She scratched at the top of her head as she said, "Okay. Let's go then."

You followed behind her slowly, eyes trained on your feet, and tried not to think about the fact that Vada was leaning in to kiss you just a minute prior.

* * *

You were sixteen when Vada kissed you for the first time.

Mia Reed was throwing a party, and people were swarming her house as soon as the door was officially declared open. You and Vada were no exception as the brunette begged you to go, saying that you owed her. For what, you weren't exactly sure, but you said yes as soon as Vada gave you the puppy-dog eyes.

The two of you were standing in the kitchen, plastic solo cups in hand filled with whatever-the-hell liquor Mia had sitting on the counter, and simply talking--or shouting, because of the music that was booming throughout the house.

"I'm gonna zip to the bathroom really fast," Vada told you at some point, and you nodded, telling her you'd be fine on your own for two minutes. She narrowed her eyes at you like she didn't believe you, but you giggled and shoved her shoulder.

Almost as soon as you were alone, a new body slotted into the place that was once Vada's. You glanced up, grimacing a bit as you realized it was Jack, one of the players on the football team. He was offering you a sly grin that you were sure was charming to other girls.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted, and you could smell the beer on his breath. You crinkled your nose but still responded, because who were you if not polite.

"Hi, Jack," you said, giving him your own tiny smile. He lit up at the sight of it, taking it as a sign to get even closer to you.

"You know, I've always though you were gorgeous," he claimed. It made you want to throw up.

"Oh." You chuckled awkwardly. "Thanks, I guess."

He nodded. "Sure." He took a sip from the can in his hand and then looked back down at you. "A few of my buddies and I are gonna go back to my place after this. You should come," he offered. You didn't miss the way his eyes ran down your body, lingering a little too long on your chest.

You shook your head. "Sorry, but I have other plans." You didn't, not really, although you were almost sure Vada would end up dragging you to her house to watch movies, and there was no way in hell you were missing out on that, especially for some jock you weren't even remotely attracted to.

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun." He pushed into you a bit more, and you tried to back up, but you were cornered. "And, maybe you and I could...spend a little time alone or something."

"I'm okay." You flashed him your best smile and then tried to scoot past him, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him.

He smiled, sort of, but it looked like more of a snarl to you. "I'll try this again. You and me, after this party."

"Jack, I said--"

"I'm pretty sure she said no, dude," a familiar voice said from behind Jack. You glanced past him to see Vada standing there, her eyebrows furrowed and a frown pulling at her lips. Your heartbeat quickened at the sight.

Jack twisted to stare at the brunette. "Whatever, Cavell. Get out of here." He turned back to you. "Now, as I was saying--"

He was interrupted by Vada, again. "Leave her alone, Cofferey," she scoffed.

"Bro, back the fuck off--" Jack began as he turned around fully to snap at her, but he was cut off by her fist against his cheek.

"Oh, fuck!" Vada cried, shaking her hand out. "That hurt a lot more than it looks like it does in movies!"

You quickly moved past Jack and wrapped your hand around Vada's waist, dragging her away from the kitchen before the boy could recover and beat her up. You pulled her into a random bedroom and slammed the door shut behind you, locking it just in case he decided to follow, though by the lack of pounding against the wood, you guessed that he was far too drunk to bother.

"Are you okay?" you both asked at the same time. Vada chuckled a bit before saying, "I'm fine, although I think I bruised my hand." She glanced at her knuckles and opened her hand a bit. "Eh, whatever." She looked up at you. "Are you okay?"

You sighed. "Yeah. I'm fine."

She tilted her head. "Y/N..."

"Don't worry, Vads. Really, I'm fine." You walked toward her and took her injured hand in your own, inspecting it. "Yeah, you're definitely gonna bruise," you laughed.

"Well, I'll have a cool story to tell my mom, then," she joked.

You looked at her and smiled. "Thanks, for doing that. You didn't have to."

She shrugged. "He was bothering you. What was I supposed to do? Just watch it happen? No, that's dumb."

"Yeah, but still. Your hand's gonna hurt for a while."

"It was worth it."

"Was it?" You chuckled. "I don't know about th--"

Before you could even finish your thought, Vada's lips were pressed against your own. You were taken by surprise, not kissing back for a moment, and the brunette pulled away quickly, panic in her eyes.

"I'm sorry!" she squeaked. "I should've asked. That was stupid. And you probably don't even want to kiss me 'cause, you know, we're best friends. And, oh god, that was so dumb! I'm sorry. I wasn't even thinking! You just look so pretty all worried and I just--"

This time it was your turn to shut her up. You cut off her rambling by pulling her in by the waist and kissing her softly, giving her a moment to catch up with what was happening. She immediately relaxed against you, lips moving against your own eagerly.

You pulled away with a laugh when she tried to deepen it, and her eyes fluttered open softly. "At least I know how to shut you up now," you giggled.

She gasped. "That is so rude!"

You rolled your eyes, pulling her close again. "Oh, shush, Vads."

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