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CATALYSIS

R.C x READER • R.G x Reader

A/N- This was 100% self indulgent, Most of this isn't Canon, and in this "AU" Roman Godfrey is Rafe Cameron's younger cousin. Anyway If you read this I hope you like it, any feed back is appreciated! Also this is gonna be a 5 part series!

Warnings - Swearing, Underage Drinking, Sexual Themes

Summary- When Roman refuses to acknowledge readers blooming feelings for him & the moments they shared, his cousin Rafe is there to remind her that she deserves better.

Word Count- 5.5k

You're chilling on your couch, trying desperately to ignore your phone buzzing and focus on the movie you're watching. Granted it's a friday night and around 7 pm, so you couldn't really blame your cousin Kie for blowing up your phone. Giving in, you pluck it off of the coffee table.

Kiara: bitch, kelce is throwing a party

Kiara: me & nicky are coming to get you

Kiara: 15 min ;) get ur ass up!

You'd already ignored her previous texts asking what you were up to, choosing to sulk in the solitude of your family's villa. Your parents had taken another trip to Mexico and had taken your 10 and 6 year old siblings, leaving you and your brother Dominique (or Nicky, as you all affectionately called him) under the care of a couple of your fathers security guards and your housekeeper, Giselle.

Nicky and Kie had been trying to get you to a party since summer started a few weeks ago. Normally you'd tag along but ever since Kie and Sarah stopped being friends a couple months before summer started, it kind of ruined the dynamic of a once close and spirited group of friends.

You blow a breath of air out through your nose, throw the light blanket off of your lap and make your way into the hallway. Giselle smiles at you as you pass the kitchen and you smile back with a small wave. Upstairs in your room, you pause to give yourself a twice over in your vanity's mirror. You were blessed in that you got your moms naturally curly hair and your dads bright eyes and smooth tanned skin. Deciding that makeup was not a necessity at the moment, you open up your closet doors and step inside.

Being a kook came with its perks, you had to admit your closet was to die for and was one of the only reasons you truly enjoyed your parents' lifestyles. You sift and end up deciding on a white skims bodysuit, and dark jean shorts. You change as quickly as you can and grab a pair of white boots to slip on.

No sooner than you've slipped on the last shoe, do you hear the obnoxious custom horn of your brother's Chevy. You practically sprint back to your vanity and grab your purse, carelessly throwing a lip gloss, your phone and other random shit inside before running down the stairs.

"Bye Giselle, I'll be home later!", and with that you're on your way out of the door, selectively ignoring her calls for you to not be home too late. On the porch, one of your fathers men greets you from where he stands guard. They try to be subtle but your parents are a bit ostentatious about their business in Mexico. All of the security and the watchful eyes makes it difficult to be a normal teenager sometimes.

Your brother and Kie are parked in the centre of the long circular driveway, and you hop in. "Hey guys.”, throwing your bag down next to you and buckling your seatbelt.

"Y/N! Hey!" Kie beams at you, "I feel like it's been forever since you've gone out with us.”

Nicky scoffs and puts the car in drive, peeling out of the driveway. "That's because it has been since you and Sarah got into your stupid fight. We haven't been to a party together since summer started.”

You laugh along quietly, agreeing that the fight currently going on between the two girls is pretty stupid. It's always been your family, with the extension of Kiara, and the Camerons, with the extension of Sarah's cousin, Roman. Rafe and Nicky were both 17, while you, Kie, Sarah, and Roman were all either 16 or going to be this year. Your families vacationed together for years, every holiday is celebrated in one of your families expensive backyards, Ward and your father even conduct business together. So it's safe to say, nobody expected Kie and Sarah's little fight to go on this long.

"Shut up. Don't even get me started. Sarah is a fucking bitch." Kiara huffs and puts her feet up on the dash, while pulling a bottle of Titos from under her seat, "Kook party, take a shot Y/N."

Taking the bottle from her extended hand you gulp a good amount before sputtering a little and handing it back.”Fuckin vodka,” You choke out in between small coughs.

You would never admit it but you were a little nervous about going to Kelce's house after skipping out on parties for so long and it wasn't because of Kie and Sarahs drama. You were avoiding a certain kook prince, but you were nervous about him catching on, and admittedly you missed him, so when Kie invited you you thought fuck it. What's the worst that could happen?

You guys sang along to Rihanna and talked shit about some of your classmates on the 10 or so minute drive. Pulling onto the designated street, there were cars everywhere and music could be heard playing loudly from Kelce's backyard. Kie looks at you and Nicky out of the corner of her eye, "I may or may not have invited the pogues..."

"Kie!" you both yell at the same time. Nicky huffs in his seat as he pulls into an open spot by the treeline, "Nothing could go wrong at all, great idea." he says sarcastically.

"What? They're my friends, I thought it could be fun."

You and your older brother were friendly with Kie’s friends, but you knew that JJ had a penchant for fighting. And with Rafe and his friends being the way that they are, it doesn't always go well when they party together.

"Fuck it, we're already here. Can we just have fun? Please." The last thing you want is more drama, your first night back out. She smiles at you and you guys hop out and make your way onto the lawn. You link your arm with Kiaras and walk into the crowded party with Nicky trailing behind you. Kie drags you towards the kitchen as you pass classmates, tourons, and pogues. Nobody cares about all the classist shit when they're drunk apparently. It was always fucking stupid to you, anyways.

When the two of you make it to the large kitchen, you find Rafe, Topper, Kelce, Roman, Barry and his brother Peter. as well as a multitude of cocaine, girls, and random kids playing bartender to their friends.

You watch as Rafe gives one of the girls you recognize as a soon-to-be junior a bump and you watch as his eyes scan the growing presence in the room, noticing you. "Ayo! Y/N, Kie! Whaddup?"

Kie simply gives him a sarcastic smile and walks over to one of the kids in her volunteer group, who's currently making some legitimate looking drinks. You raise an eyebrow making a mental note to ask him to make you one. "Hey guys, what's up?". You warily eye the drugs carelessly spread out on the counter as you approach the guys. Roman looks up from his phone and catches your eye, you give a shy smile as he rushes you.

"Where the fuck have you been, Y/N/N? You abandoned me." He clutches his chest playfully before lifting you to sit on the counter and smirking down at you. You and Roman have always had a great relationship, albeit a bit closer than most normal friends, but he's someone you would consider a best friend. As of a few weeks ago he was your first kiss, although he was unaware of that detail, after a very emotional night of talking shit about your parents while drinking their wine on their yacht. When Rafe and Nicky nearly caught you both making out, Roman acted like nothing happened. So you did too.

"I've been around, Godfrey."

He smiles and pecks your forehead before turning around to go get you a drink. "Well," He drags out the word, "we have some catching up to do, kid."

Kelce gives you a fist bump on the way out of the kitchen and Topper just gives you a head nod. "Where's Nicky?"

You look towards the doorway you entered from and shrug, "He was right behind us, he probably met a girl or something." Topper hums in response.

Barry whistles, “That's what I need to be doin, really.” Peter nods along. “Whatchu doin’ later, Y/N/N?”

You start to laugh just as Rafe loudly and distastefully snorts a line and groans. You wrinkle your nose as he tips his head back, relishing in his high. "Jesus Christ, Rafe”.

"You want some, Pretty Girl?"

You’re staring at him like he grew another head when Roman places a red solo cup in your hand. Kie, with her own drink in hand hops up on the counter next to you, "If you ever give my cousin that shit, i'll fucking hurt you."

"Y/N's a good girl, she wouldn't do that. Wouldn't wanna disappoint daddy dearest." Topper teases and Rafe barks out a laugh. There's a familiar pang in your chest at the mention of your father and you roll your eyes. This doesn't go unnoticed by Roman. "Leave her alone, man.” then his hands are on your knees, "Wanna go kick ass in some pong?". He looks at you and you nod, downing the drink you'd been sipping slowly, " I'm down, but first let's do some shots."

Two and a half hours later, with three successful games of beer pong under your belt and feeling quite significantly drunk, you make your way back inside to pee. Navigating your way through the crowded house and up the stairs you enter the bathroom and lock the door.

While you pee, you drunkenly think about how crazy it is that everyone was getting along tonight. Seeing Rafe and JJ on the same pong team threw you for a fucking loop, even if they were both extremely wasted. You also kind of wish you had a blunt or something.

After you wash your hands, check yourself out in the mirror and fluff your hair a bit, you stumble towards the door and into the hallway. None other than Roman is standing at the door to your left making out with a pretty blonde, fumbling with the doorknob of the door he has her pressed against. Furrowing your eyebrows and quickly making your way past them, you try to ignore the hurt bubbling in your chest. "I think that one's locked, genius." You say of Kelce's grandmother's room, that he usually always locks when there's guests over. You don't bother looking back at them.

Deciding you need fresh air, you find yourself out on the front porch which is a lot less packed than the backyard. You sit on the steps and watch a group of freshman boys prepare to light a huge firework on the lawn. The warm summer breeze felt nice, despite how dark it had gotten. You pull your phone out of your bag and look at the time. 11:37 PM. You look up when you hear a sizzling type of noise to see the firework, sitting up and it's been lit. The boys are backing up and smacking each other on the arms as they hype themselves up for the explosion. It makes you smile but at the last second it tips over and your smile drops. The firework shoots and explodes directly at Rafe Camerons truck, shattering the front passenger window and from what you can see the side mirror all over the seat and the ground.

They're fucked, and its time to go. There's no way you're dealing with Rafe potentially blaming you for not watching his car. You stand up and grimace as they start freaking out, and people are already making their way outside to see what happened. You walk back up the steps and call your brother from the porch to let him know you're ready to go but there's no answer. You're about to call him again when someone taps your shoulder.

"Hey Y/N.." You whip around and see Sarah standing in the doorway with a bottle of tequila. She holds it up so you put your phone away and grab it.

"Hey, Sar. Having fun?" You take a couple huge gulps and regret it almost instantly, when it burns the ever loving fuck out of your throat.

"It'd be more fun if everyone wasn't pissed at me." She smiles sadly. She knows she messed up by not inviting Kie to her birthday party. "I know I’m kind of a mess lately."

You both laugh. "Well for what it's worth, I'm not mad at you. I do think you and Kiara should talk though."

"That'd be easier to do if she didn't glare at me everytime we make eye contact but I deserve it, so I'm gonna try anyway. I really miss you guys." She says the last part so quietly while averting her gaze to the floor. You can't help pulling her into a soft hug. “I miss you too, Sar. Kie’s stubborn ass probably does too.”

You recap the bottle and hand it to her, trying to empathise. Kiara was your family, and you guys were close, but you all grew up together and you were close with Sarah too. It was such a stupid fight but the underlying issue was serious to both of them. You give her a small smile.

"So are you leaving soon or something?"

"That was the plan but Dominique did not answer his phone and I don't feel like looking for him."

She nods her head and behind her you see Roman walking down the stairs without his blonde friend, and you drunkenly attempt to duck out of sight of the doorway. You don't feel like seeing him again right now. This little crush you'd been secretly harbouring was not something the group needed, on top of the drama with the girls right now. "Well, if you wanna take my car, you can. I'm probably gonna have to force Rafe to take me home." Sarah continues, oblivious to your train of thought.

Roman appears behind her, having seen you try to hide behind the wall to the side of Sarah. "Y/N cant drive, she doesn't have a licence. And shes fucked up. I'll take her."

You internally cringe at your transparency, "It's fine, really Rome. I can go find Nicky or Kie or someone, seriously." Your words are slightly slurred and you can see that fact register in his eyes.

"Nope," He pops his P and puts an arm around your shoulder to guide you towards the steps. “C'mon, kid."

"Bye guys, Roman be careful!" Sarah calls before dipping back inside, you look back at her helplessly. Fuck. Of course this would happen. Roman's hand grazes your elbow as he guides you down the steps But stops in his tracks when he notices the group gathered around Rafe's truck.

"Hold on love, sit down here." You let him help you sit and stare up at the sky. Roman pulls out his phone and calls Rafe while he berates the group of boys. When Rafe barrels outside with bloodlust very apparent in his energy, you're reminded of just why you didn't want to be here when he saw his truck.

He's screaming at the poor kids and threatening to beat two of the taller kids' asses, by the time Roman comes back for you. He walks with you down the driveway to his black SUV and opens the door for you. Once you take a seat he's manoeuvring the seatbelt over you and clicking it in. "I'm not that drunk Rome, I can buckle myself in." But you let him.

He walks around the car and hops in, pushing the start engine button. "My uncles gonna be so fucking mad." He chuckles.

"It was an accident, I saw it tilt over. I wonder where they even found a firework that big?" you mumble, watching Rafe run his hands over his reddened face in frustration through the window as Roman pulls out of the driveway.

"Idiots."

You push the bluetooth button on his stereo system and connect your phone, looking for something to fill the silence. You settle on Weightless by Chiiild and roll your window down, enjoying the breeze and singing along.

Nights like this you come home with a heavy heart for me

Nights like this an endless kiss is all you really need

Roman glances at you quickly and he sighs almost indecipherably. "Y/N, what's up?"

You hum and look over at him, admiring the wispy strands of hair that fall over his forehead slightly and the perpetual pout on his face. "Nothing, I'm fine. Kinda want a slushie."

He fights his smile as he peeks at you again, "We can get you one but that's not what I'm talking about. You've been like... sad or something lately. Kinda distant."

That's what happens when you like someone who will never like you back, you think to yourself as you avert your gaze to your hands. The agitation you felt seeing him with someone else is slowly creeping back up on you. Usually it was fleeting, you knew that Roman would mess with girls at parties but it never went beyond the night. You found a strange comfort in the fact that he’d been and probably would be one of your closest friends forever. You’d never lose him that way.

You wrack your brain for something to say, "It's just... my parents being gone again, sucks. I'm not sad. I'm just here." Is what you settle on. It's not a total lie.

A frown forms between his eyebrows and he takes his right hand off the wheel to place it on your knee, catching you off guard. You can tell he doesn't completely believe you but his touch erupts a swarm of butterflies in your belly and you draw your knees closer together instinctually. He slows the car to a near stop and pulls into a gas station that's thankfully, still open.

Parking right at the front of the building, he takes his seat belt off and turns his head to look at you. "You know you can tell me anything right?" He gives your knee a small squeeze.

"I know Rome. Doesn't mean I will though." You smirk at him a little and without thinking you reach up and push his hair back so it's off of his forehead. He catches your wrist gently before you can retreat your hand and brings it up to his mouth where he presses a kiss to your palm.

"You comin?" He asks, you pout and shake your head. "What flavour do you want, mm?"

"Green apple, please."

He gives you a little mock salute and gets out of the car, heading inside.

In the quiet of the car you get a little lost in thought. How are you supposed to keep up this little unspoken secret with Roman, when he knows you so well? He knows you too well to believe your bullshit when you claim you're fine. And lately that's been a lot. When you guys kissed, you assumed it was fueled by teenage hormones, too much to drink, and overall poor decision making. But now it seems more like he just felt bad for you while, for you, it was a genuine first experience. It's not everyday you admit that your picture perfect life isn't so picture perfect.

You'd been home alone, yet again, sitting on one of the small couches on your fathers yacht when he showed up, pissed at his mom. You two ended up criss-cross applesauce across from each other, passing a bottle of wine back and forth, just absolutely bitching about your parents. He told you how his mom was a psychotic alcoholic, obsessed with having control (which you sort of already knew) and you'd told him how your parents were hardly ever home lately, leaving you and Nicky to your own devices. You missed your parents constantly and you felt abandoned. It hurt, and he understood you.

Tears were pooling in your eyes by the time you finished venting when Roman gently cupped your face in his hand. "Hey, don't cry, Y/N. They may not be here right now but I am, I'll always be here. I promise you. Okay?" He stroked your cheek with his thumb as you stared back into his hazy green eyes, your breath catching in your throat. Roman was always sweet to you, but never in such an intimate way. You glanced down at his lips, which he noticed. He never planned on kissing you, yet he couldn't help himself as he leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to yours, testing the waters. The kiss left you breathless and when you pulled apart he pressed his forehead against yours. "Was that... okay?"

You nodded wordlessly, a little bit in shock. Part of you was screaming that you were crossing a line, and part of you was mesmerised by the feeling of someone else's lips on yours for the first time. Roman sighed in relief and kissed you again, harder this time, more fervent. He unknowingly taught you how to make out. You'd tried something with your tongue and he'd made a noise in the back of his throat that was so enthralling you'd do anything to hear it again. Too, soon you heard the telltale engine of Rafe's truck and you broke apart, albeit awkwardly. He never brought it up, so you never brought it up.

The sound of the car door opening interrupts your thoughts, you didn't even see Roman exit the store, too lost in thought. He holds out a cup full of frozen green ice and you take it with a smile. "For the princess."

"Thanks Ro."

He sets a bag of swishers on the floor by your feet as you remove the lid on your drink and use the bottom of your straw to scoop the slushie up and into your mouth. He puts the car in reverse and backs up.

Continuing the short drive to your house, you sing along to whatever song shuffle picked.

When he pulls into your yard and shuts off the car, he turns to you. "Hey, is it cool if I stay over? My moms being a bitch right now."

"You know you can, I don't know why you're asking." You speak through a mouth full of slush while simultaneously unbuckling your seat belt. He mutters something about manners and snatches the bag off of the floor.

You walk up to the porch and Alex, another one of your dads goons, gives you a look as he unlocks the door for you. "What?" You ask when you get to the last step.

"Nothing..." He avoids looking directly at you or Roman. "... just feel like your dad wouldn't appreciate me letting a boy in this late."

"Well good thing hes never fucking here, huh?" you huff as you brush past him to go inside. Roman follows you silently. You turn the entryway light on, just as Alex shuts the door behind you and Roman. "Who the fuck does that guy think he is?"

You glance at Roman as you head to the kitchen, "He's such a dick rider, but he won't actually say anything to my dad."

"But he's just, like security right? Why does he care."

You shrug as you approach the kitchen doorway. Just then the bedroom door next to you opens, and Giselle peeks her head out, eyes wide and red. "Y/N!" and then she sees Roman behind you and squeals. "Roman!! How was the party you guys?"

Roman shoots her a dazzling smile and goes to hug her. "Hey Giz." She slaps his arm. "Stop calling me that, you jerk. Its disgusting."

"The party was fine." you scrunch your nose a bit, "Giselle are you high, right now?"

Romans head whips up, "Holy shit. You look blasted!" He laughs. She has a bashful look on her face as she backs up into her bedroom. "Shut up, both of you. Bring me some water please, thanks." She shuts the door before either of you can say anything. You both giggle at her behaviour and stumble into the kitchen where Roman puts the rest of your slushee in the refrigerator. You get three glasses out of the cupboard and fill them with water from the fridge, Roman delivers Giselle her glass before coming to stand across from you against the counter. He downs his glass in one go and watches you sip yours.

"That's so hot, you really take your time with it, huh?" He teases.

You laugh quietly against your glass. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"Only if you let me pick. I'm not watching Clueless again." He deadpans. "Fine."

He gives you a smug look and you take his glass and place them both in the sink. He grabs you by the hip in one hand and a tupperware full of cookies that Giselle must have made in the other and pushes you towards the stairs.

When you get to your room you immediately go for an oversized shirt and sleep shorts. "Do you want me to get you some of Nicky's shorts?" He knows you hate outside clothes on your bed.

"Nah, s'cool." He pulls his shirt over head and winks at you, sending a flush of heat up your neck to your cheeks. You've seen him shirtless countless times, but only recently have you begun wondering what his abs would feel like against your skin. His hands go for his belt and you turn towards your ensuite bathroom muttering about how extra he is. After you change, you brush your teeth and wash your face, thinking about what you and Roman could do tomorrow.

When you open the door, you smell two things - weed and sugar cookies. Roman is standing in just his boxers, in front of your television looking for a film to watch, eating a cookie with a blunt tucked behind his ear. You can't help the small laugh that escapes you, your heart swells at the sight of the boy you adore.

He turns when he hears you. "I rolled a blunt, and we're watching Barbarian." He says, finishing his cookie.

You smooth down your hair and sit on your bed. "This is why you're my favourite. Wanna open the door?" Gesturing towards the balcony doors. He does so and lights the tip of the blunt using the flame of a candle that's sitting by the window. He places an ashtray on the bedside table and sits next to you on the bed so you're shoulder to shoulder. You play the movie and take the blunt when he offers it.

You pass it back and forth and when you refuse it after your third hit, he puts it out and wraps his arms around you leaning back so you're both laying propped up against all of your pillows.

"So what the fuck, shes just gonna sleep in the house with this creepy ass dude?"

"I would too, he's hot."

"Seriously?"

You tilt your head slightly, "Wait, no, you guys could actually be twins." You look between the character on screen and Roman. "That's so weird! He's like an older version of you."

He raises an eyebrow with a shit eating grin. "So youre saying I'm hot?"

"This is why I don't compliment you anymore."

The movie slowly got eerier until it was straight up terrifying. You hid your face in Romans chest, multiple times, and at some point began drifting off into a dreamless sleep. Roman glances at you as your breathing evens out, smiling to himself at the sight of you falling asleep against him. He turned your tv off and buried his face in your hair, sighing contentedly as he got comfortable and allowed himself to sleep. Feeling safe.

You went to sleep peacefully, comfortably but your morning has been anything but.

Your parents got home a day earlier than expected, arriving at about 7 am. Your mom decided to come wake you, as they stopped and brought breakfast, but she was not expecting to find you tangled up in bed with your basically naked best friend. She proceeded to freak out, waking up Giselle and Nicky in the process.

There's so many reasons why this is a nightmare. For starters, your father has barred you from boys. He would prevent you from dating forever if he could. He's very adamant about his only daughter remaining virtuous and focusing on getting into Columbia rather than boys. And to make matters worse he actually likes Roman. Not to mention your mom has been friends with Romans mom since their sorority days, and lastly your parents didn't know that you smoke weed...until today.

That brings you to the family room where you've been arguing with your mom for 30 minutes, while your dad sits in an armchair subtly giving Roman dirty looks and occasionally pinching the bridge of his nose. And Roman, well, Roman is sitting on the couch with a hand in his hair staring dejectedly at the ground, genuinely upset that he was the cause of your family drama today.

“Mom! I said It wasn't like that. Roman drove me home. We were watching a movie and fell asleep.”

“Y/N, this isn't just about the fact that I found Roman in there. This is about rules being broken and secrets being kept!” Your mother bites back.

Your dad stands up from his chair and crosses his arms, "And since when the fuck do either of you smoke weed? And in the house, Y/N, you smoked it in your room." He runs a hand over his face, " I don't understand why you would do this."

“That was actually me. I- uh. I mean it was mine.” Your parents gape at Roman.

“Roman, I think it's best if you head home, your mother will be expecting you.” Your dad states, wanting to get you alone so he can pry you for information without making the situation more uncomfortable. You sit down at the couch and bury your head in your hands, mortified. “I'll talk to you about this another time.”

Roman stands quickly and goes to give you a hug but the look on your dads face has him stuttering instead, “I'm so sorry, about all of this and especially the weed, but shes telling the truth.” He looks at you and back to your parents, “Um - I'm gonna go now.”

“Bye Rome.” You whisper, he gives you one last sheepish look before he's out of the door. “Y/N, I'm so disappointed.” Your dad starts. The words make something inside you ache. "I’m only gonna ask you this once, are you fooling around with Roman?”

“No! Dad, oh my god.” You shout and stop to take a deep breath. “He's my best friend, he sees me as like a sister or like Sarah, dad, you know that.” He lets out a heavy sigh. He knows what your friendship with every boy in your circle is like. Hes made it abundantly clear that you're off limits.

Your mother shakes her head at you and you roll your eyes at her. She sometimes overreacts when you get in trouble, being the only girl, she holds you to a higher standard than your brothers. “You're grounded. For a month.” Your mouth drops open but when your dad tilts his head, you know, he'll be talking to her about inflicting such a harsh punishment later.

“Dad! What the hell! Are you going to say anything?”

“Listen, I believe you about Roman, but honey,” he tsks, “There's rules. You were smoking weed in your room and you had a boy sleeping in your bed when we got home.”

“Yeah well, It's not like you're ever here anymore to enforce those rules.” Your dads face softens. “Y/N-” You stand up abruptly.

“I'm going to my room, I accept my punishment.” you say as you beeline out of the room. They let you go, thankfully.

As you pass the kitchen you see Giselle, Nicky, and your younger siblings, Henley and Patton, all eating breakfast silently, having heard the argument. Everyone but Nicky casts you a glance as you walk past. Great, you think, he's probably pissed at me too. You run up the stairs and shut your door a little harder than necessary.

It's around dinner time when you look up from your toes, that you're currently painting baby pink. Your phone is buzzing on your bed and you reach up, hand fumbling around until you feel it.

Romeo: what's the damage?

You immediately text him back, glad he's not upset with you.

Y/N/N: Im grounded for a month, you?

Romeo: A month???

Fuck, thats brutal. Im sorry.

She called me an idiot among other things, nothing serious

Y/N/N: I'm sorry too, that was so stupid

You see him start to type, and then stop. After two minutes of watching the screen you groan and throw your phone onto a pile of clothes across the room. As you are about to finish painting your toes, there's a gentle knock on your bedroom door and it cracks open before you can respond.

Your mom pokes her head inside,”Honey, can I come in.”

You shrug in response, picking your nail polish back up. She comes inside and shuts the door. Sitting across from you on your plush pink rug. “Listen, the way that I handled the situation earlier... I'm sorry. I could have handled it better.” You peek up at her, letting her know you're listening but still upset. “I think it's just scary - for me and your dad. To see our little girl growing up. Being a parent is hard, baby, and we have four of you... but I might have overreacted a bit. I'm sorry that we haven't been around very much. There's been bad business going on in Mexico. But that's for us to worry about, we absolutely will try to be home more. I promise.”

You give her a small smile, “Okay mom.”

She smiles brightly back at you, ”We’re okay?”With arms out silently asking for a hug. You embrace her and she squeezes you tightly. “Oh, and you aren’t grounded -”.

You squeal, rocking you both back and forth.

“- But I swear to baby Jesus, child, If I ever find a boy or weed in here again, I'm locking you in the cellar.”

“Deal.”

She kisses you atop your head and stands up to go,” Dinners gonna be ready in 15.” “Kay,” You're already up, going for your phone.

Y/N/N: Im ungrounded

Roman responds right away this time

Romeo: Can you come to Tanneyhill with Nicky?

After eating dinner and a lot of convincing, you and Nicky pull up to Tanneyhill with a bottle of Crown, he swiped from the cellar. It turns out he wasn't actually mad at all. He told you that he knew Roman didn't see you like that and that our parents were mistaken. Verbatim. Which, honestly kind of stung but you'd take that over him being pissed. Roman was one of his best friends too, after all.

When you guys get to the backyard, everyones in the hot tub. Only Topper, Roman, Rafe, Sarah, and a couple of other girls from school are here. Topper and Rafe are clearly tipsy already, as they're belting the lyrics to some party song that's playing over the big speakers. Roman whispers something in Mia Brown's ear and you can't help the fleeting jealousy that washes over you as she bats her eyes at him and laughs.

“Y/N/N! Come get in.” Sarah whoops when she sees you. He looks over at you with a smile as you and Nicky approach.

“Hey guys.” you say as you set your bag down on a lounge chair and go to take your shorts off.

“Brought the good shit,” Your brother passes the bottle to Rafe who has his arm outstretched. “Thats what the fuck I'm talkin about, bro.”.

After you undress, Rafe offers you his hand to help you step inside the hot tub, your brother following. One girl, whose name you don't remember, gives you a once over from your place between Nicky and Rafe. “So Y/N,” she starts, and you nod, ”We’re talking about midsummers. It's the best time to pop out with your boo before school starts. Who’s your date?”

At that everyone looks at you. Nicky laughs, ”She isn't gonna have a date, are you kidding? My dad would lose his fucking mind.”

“Shut up, I can do whatever I want.”

He scoffs, “No, you can't.”

The girl just smirks and moves so she's sitting next to your brother instead of Topper.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever, Nicky. At least I’m not a suck up.”

Rafe chuckles and holds his hand out for a high five, to which you smile and oblige. He taps your chin “Open up.”

You allow him to pour not one, but two shots into your mouth.

A couple hours later and everyone is pretty fucked up. One of the girls went inside with Nicky an hour ago, Toppers passed out on a lounge chair while Roman, Mia, And Sarah, switched to the pool for a night swim. That leaves you and Rafe in the hot tub alone.

You glance over at the pool just as Roman plants a messy, drunken kiss on Mias lips. They start making out and you and Sarah let out identical groans, although yours is nearly silent. Rafe glances at you and follows your eyes to see what you're looking at and when he does, he smirks to himself.

Sarah pulls herself out of the pool. “Get a freaking room.”

Roman pulls away from the petite brunette in front of him. “That's a great idea. Mia, my room?”

Your heart rate picks up and you look away from the pair. You knew Roman messed around with girls, but you didn't expect him to ever be so casual about it around you, given the kiss you two shared. You think about this morning, how your parents embarrassed you to the point that he would probably never look at you in the way that you did him. As the trio head inside, you start to stand, wanting to lock yourself in a guest room and mope yourself to sleep.

“Hey, don't leave.” Rafe whines across from you. “I don't wanna stay out here alone, and it's only like 9. Want a shot?”

You absolutely want a shot. “Fuck, please.” You sit back down and watch as he leans his torso over the edge of the hot tub and swipes a bottle of vodka off of the bar top.

Turning back around he beckons you with a finger. “Come here, beautiful.”

It didn't surprise you to hear him call you this. Rafe has always been blatant like that. Not just with you, he has pet names on a constant loop, probably because he can never remember the names of the girls he messes with.

What shocks the shit out of you is when you’re directly in front of him waiting for him to pour a shot in your mouth but he sets the bottle down, grabs your thighs and pulls you onto his lap so you're straddling him in the warm water. You gasp, feeling him hard, against you.

You pull away slightly. “Rafe, what the fuck?”

He picks the bottle back up keeping you close to him with an arm around your back, hand resting between your shoulder blades. “Y/N/N, it's fine. Just gonna give you a shot, yeah?” He looks at you expectantly and in your stupor you just open your mouth. After one shot, he holds it back up so he can give you another. Grimacing at the taste you wipe your mouth while he takes two shots of his own.

Setting it back down out of the way, he rests his hand on your thigh, gripping it. “You look really fucking sexy right now, Y/N/N.” He admires your body on top of his with his piercing blue eyes and wets his bottom lip with his tongue.

You get this warm feeling in your belly, and then it spreads. No one had ever said that to your face before. “Yeah?” You giggle a bit when your words are slightly slurred. ”You always do too, Rafe.”

He raises his eyebrows,” Yeah? I didn't know you thought that”.

“I would've never told you unless it was under these exact circumstances, so...”

He mulls that over. “That's fair enough.” And then, “I heard you fucked Roman.”

You look at him incredulously and push yourself back, off of his lap completely, “What?”

He puts his hands up, “My bad, I was just gonna ask If it bothered you that hes fucking Mia right now, the same day.” Your jaw drops and you scoff as you feel your eyes start to fill up with hot tears.

“Youre so fucking rude. No, I didnt fuck him and no I dont care.” The thought of people gossiping about what happened, on the same day it happened, sends fear through your gut.

“Then why are you crying?” He points out as a single tear falls, your heart betraying your desire to keep your feelings at bay.

“Fuck you, Rafe.” You start to get out of the hot tub but this time he stands up and snatches you up, depositing you back on his lap. “Stop, I didn't say it to be mean, okay?” You push at him but you're nearly full on crying at this point and very tipsy. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I just meant that my cousin, is a fucking Idiot.”

You give up on getting out of his lap, sniffling and running a hand through your curls.

“It's not his fault, Rafe. Nothing even happened, my parents are just insane.” You meet his calm gaze with your tearful one. He brings one hand from around you to wipe under your eyes.

“That's not what I'm talking about, Y/N.” His hand finds your waist again and he leans back slightly to look at you, “I think he's an idiot for not seeing how special you are.”

“W- what?” You wrinkle your nose. You never thought you’d hear Rafe say something so... sweet to you.

“Roman told me what happened on your dads boat.”

Your heart jumps into your throat. “He did?” You whisper. Rafe nods slowly, studying you.

“What did he say?”

“Honestly, a bunch of bullshit. Y’know, he was just rambling about it ruining the group and shit. I honestly expected you two to get together, anyway. But like I said he’s an idiot. Doesnt know a good thing when he sees it. You deserve better.”

You examine Rafes face to see if this is just a mean joke, but you only find a genuine expression. Something more, in his eyes that you can't decipher. You sigh, deciding to just accept what he said. Roman clearly didn't care or didnt remember the kiss and wasn't going to acknowledge it anytime soon. So neither will you. Roman was inside probably fucking someone else, So maybe you will too.

You hesitantly drape your arms around his shoulders, “Show me better.” You whisper.

Rafes eyes widened slightly, as if he didn't expect you to agree with him, let alone say that. “I- Y/N, how? What do you want?”

You testingly grind yourself against him, rolling your hips down. And when you do it again, he moans at the feeling of you pressed against him. “Shit, baby.” Your mouth opens in a silent gasp as he returns one hand to the centre of your back to keep you close and uses the hand on your hip to move you against him again, harder. You don't even have time to process the fact that you’re basically dry humping your childhood friend in his hot tub before Rafe begins pushing you back and forth over his dick faster, both of you letting out the filthiest moans as he watches your face.

“Look at me baby.”

You look down at him, trying to control the feeling building up in your lower belly and he places a hand in your hair, pulling you to connect his mouth with yours. There are no similarities between the way he and Roman kiss. While Roman kissed you sweetly, and let you take it slow, Rafe dominated the kiss. It was all tongue and lip bites, while you mewled against him from the pressure of his clothed erection against your clit. This was by far the hottest thing you'd ever done with any boy.

He suddenly lets go of your hair, breaking away from the messy kiss. He glances down at the space between you and suddenly his thumb is rubbing circles against your clit and you’re crying out his name.

“Rafe! Fu- oh shit.” At this point you're digging your nails into his shoulder and rocking your hips against him, like a bitch in heat while he watches you in awe.

“Yeah, baby girl, you like that?” He sucks a hickey onto your neck and peppers it with soft kisses as he draws you closer to your release with his fingers and his mouth.

“Yes, please don't stop. Feels so good.” You can feel yourself hitting a pinnacle and you let out a strangled sound, and your stomach clenches as you try to contain your orgasm.

“Let go, give me all that stress, Y/N. Cum for me.”

His lust laden voice sends you over the edge and you drop your forehead onto his and let your eyes flutter shut as you cum in your bikini on top of Rafe, with raw moans spilling past your lips. He still rubs your clit and you feel your pussy fluttering around nothing while you come down from the most intense 15 seconds of your life.

When you open your eyes Rafes is already looking at you, lightly stroking your back. The eye contact makes you both grin and he breaks the quiet moment. “Was that.. your first time doing that?” You shake your head no, still trying to catch your breath. “Dont lie to me, Y/N.”

Smiling, you sit back a bit, “So what if it was? I told you I can do whatever I want.”

Rafe smirks at you. “Yes you can, princess.”, He stands up with you abruptly and carries you out of the water, towards the back door to the house while you laugh. “You're sleeping in my room with me tonight, gorgeous girl.”

#roman godfrey #dark!rafe cameron #roman godfrey smut #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe x reader #outer banks #obx netflix #rafe outer banks #rafe obx #series #roman godfrey x reader #jj maybank x reader #obexes #rafe imagine #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron #au

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ubehalayas-blog · 10 months

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Kyle w fake s/o that has a crush on him (?)

The only reason Kyle did this was to get his parents off of his back

They were worried and thinks that Kyle might be gay because for the whole high school Kyle never brought at least one girl back to their house (not that they actually cared though)

Although Kyle was not having it, he wasn’t gay (mhm sure) and thought of just asking for ur favor to fake date him until the summer ends so that his parents would get off his back.

It goes a bit like this:

“Hey– Y/n I have a favor to ask you” “can we.. like– be girlfriend and boyfriend but fake? Like you get what I mean, you read books–” “but if you don’t I mean like we fake date like we do couple things but just for public well for my parents because they’ve been on my back ever since the fucking summer started, they’ve been hinting to me that it’s okay if I came out to them as gay” he rambled on and on, explaining the pickle he was on

“Alright– I get it, Kyle”

“Oh yeah, right sorry”

You two set like typical house rules for it, 1. No one can know, even best friends. 2. No touching allowed unless it’s consented. (of course my man Ky is a gentleman) 3. No falling in love with each other.

“Does the last one even matter?”

“I think–” you lied, (it didn’t matter but somehow most books you read had that rule but ended up falling for one another and you like Kyle so– it must be a spell that should be added right?)

You ended up putting a fake relationship in front of everybody, including your friends and parents.

Stendy probably invited you to a double date or two, Stan suspects that two of you were pretending to be bf and gf but Kyle debunked his suspicions when he kissed you in front of Stan, you were shocked but kissed back. Let’s just say that the car ride back to your house was awkward, something like:

“We’re here”

“A-ah.. thanks, I.. I enjoyed today” you mumbled, taking off your seatbelt.

He just nodded, never letting his eyes away from the wheels because he was too nervous and embarrassed with what he did.

He probably took you out on a date or two, on those dates he was given some money from his parents that he used to pay for his and your meals. (let’s js say you don’t have to spend any money when ur with him)

Honestly, Gerald and Sheila was your fan, they loved, adored you so much, they were so thankful that you’re Kyle’s girlfriend. They probably laughed around with you as they told stories about how they were thinking was gay and all, Kyle would probably redden from their embarrassing stories and would shout, “MOM! DAD!” when he thinks they’ve told too much lmao.

At school, he waits for you to finish your classes because he drives you to school and back.

Kyle invites you to study dates in his house but mostly because Sheila always wants to see you, (little did you know Kyle liked seeing you too) sometimes that study date ends with you staying in their house– you insist not to but Sheila and Gerald always find a way for you to stay.

You staying at Kyle’s house always ends up with you sleeping on the bed and Kyle on the floor, Kyle probably thinks that it’s too embarrassing to let you sleep on the floor so he volunteers. But when you said that it’s okay for him to sleep next to you he blushes and rambles on about not wanting to make you uncomfortable and stuff, it took you a while of convincing when he finally slept next to you.

The next day was a pain honestly lmao, his arm was wrapped around you, he basically fell off the bed when he realized he hugged you in his sleep. Maybe a bit like:

Kyle grumbled in his sleep, the sun hit his eyes as he slowly opened his eyes. His gaze landed onto your sleeping body and his arm that was wrapped around your waist, his eyes widened as he gasped, backing away from you as he fell down to the floor. The loud crash made you wake up, you rubbed your eyes as you looked over Kyle who was breathless and rattled, "What's wrong..?" you mumbled, "N-nothing.. I just fell off" He stuttered.

lol Idk, I find it funny when things like that happen.

I can't think of anything anymore honestly, my brain is fried and this is just a worthless attempt to do head canons because I seems to can't write some.

#south park #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader #sp kyle x reader #sp kyle #i dont like this #headcanons #kyle hcs #i need therapy #i need kyle plushie #i dont trust myself

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 14 hours

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Heyyyy. So happy requests are open again. Had an idea it's kinda random but wanted to get it out there. So Lemon gets a girlfriend and wants tangerine to meet them for the first time. Tangerines obviously REALLY weary cyz it's tan and it's his brother. Lemon also wants to invite reader (tan and reader aren't dating yet) and tan is all for the idea cuz he needs some support so that he isn't bored the whole night. So on the night he picks reader up and they get there earlier than Lemon and his gf so reader is trying to calm tan down and they sort of just have each others backs the whole night. Idk u can decide but i feel lems gf is an ass so tan and reader are quietly blinking at each other the whole night and when there's a chance they break away to the dance floor and are just processing how rude the gf is and reader tries to ease tans anger and they both end up like giggling school girls by the end of the night. It's so unlike tan and I feel like its when tan realises he has feelings for reader. Ik this is long but hope u can do it cuz ur amazing :)))))

hii bb!! really really love it!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 hope you’re well

ICE.

tangerine x fem!reader — fluff

word count. 801

summary. you & tan meet lemon’s new girlfriend, and both of you are unsure of her

A few hours earlier, you received a string of spam texts from Tangerine, his incessant mithering asking you to join him for drinks tonight. The chat was far from cohesive, just rambling messages about how he wants to shoot himself in the face, Lemon, something about a pub and his brother's new apparent girlfriend.

After calling him, trying to understand - you found out that you'd essentially be Tan's helper for the night, being someone to keep him sane throughout the evening of faux pleasantries.

Tangerine had pulled up outside your house and was now knocking at your door - his signature rhythmic tune indicating it was him. You open the door, seeing him on the other side wearing smart clothes: dark trousers, a nice top, and an unenthusiastic look on his face.

"You don't look happy," you chuckle, entertained. "You're acting like you don't want to go," you tease, picking up your handbag from the sideboard.

"I can't be fucked," he simply says, his tone short and unpleased.

You step outside, closing the door behind you. "Oh, come on. It can't be that bad," you attempt, trying to put a positive spin on the night. "She might be nice, you don't know."

"No, I do know," he replies, opening your door - holding it for you. "He's got shit taste in women. Always has," he mumbles, closing your door and walking around to get in on the driver's side.

You plug your seatbelt in and turn to face him. "What makes you say that?"

He pulls away from the kerb, shaking his head softly. "For someone that claims to see through people, he sure does a shit job when it comes to dating. They always end up breaking his heart."

You and Tangerine arrive at the pub first, and you head inside to grab a table - ordering a couple of drinks to ease yourselves. He sits at your side, his wide-spread arms nudging into you. You hear him mumble a quiet 'fuck' as he eyes up the door, spotting Lemon and his new girl.

"If it gets too much, say 'ice', and I'll make up a lie or something— will say I feel sick and want you to take me home— I don't know, I'll improvise," you murmur discreetly behind your hand, secretly talking to Tan.

He hums, standing to greet his brother - bringing him in for a hug, then shaking the hand of his girlfriend by his side, acting pleasant. You follow suit, lightly hugging his girl and then embracing Lem in your usual friendly way.

They both head to the bar while you and Tangerine stay back at your table, whispering your consensuses to one another.

"Seems like a right bitch," Tan murmurs, taking a sip of his beer.

"You just met her," you reply, talking against the rim of your glass. "Give her a chance."

"Don't like the way she looked at me," he shrugs. "Looked at me like I was shit on her shoe."

"She's probably just nervous."

Rather than retaliating, he goes quiet, noticing them on their way back over.

An hour slowly crawls by, every minute stretched out by the dragging conversation - his girlfriend dominating the talks with her new business idea. You and Tan gave each other little nudges under the table every time she mentioned start-up money - both of you seeing her true intentions.

But Lemon just looked so happy listening to her talk. He looked smitten, and you could feel the internal conflict within Tangerine next to you.

"Ice has melted," Tangerine nods to your drink, emphasising the safeword. "Let's get you another," he stands, helping you to your feet, his hand seeking yours.

"You guys want anything?" you offer, looking between the others on the opposite side of the table. With a shake of their heads, you leave, following after Tan.

You stand beside him at the bar, attached at the hip. "Doing good?" you ask, head tilting to look at him.

He nods, pulling out his card to pay. "Can't stand her. But she makes him happy, so I dunno," he shrugs, passing your new drink to you.

"You're in a pickle," you add, weakly smiling - attempting to ease him. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't like her either. She's really rude to your brother— not a fan."

"It does a bit," he dryly chuckles. "What a fuckin' ballache," he exhales, taking a sip of his beer - meeting your sweet expression over the top of his glass.

"Go have a smoke, clear your head, and we can try again in a bit. If not, I can fake a tummy ache," you smile, picking up your glass - nodding to the back patio doors. "I'll sit with you, keep you company."

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine fluff

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nohoney · 8 months

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omg k sweetness! sweetness!! I have a question and a small req… how is touya’s bond with his family/siblings and could we get a drabble of it pretty please (my hc is that touya is the big cool older brother and has a relatively ok bond with his siblings while sometimes awkward, it still doesn’t deter him from bullying poor shoto)

ty for clarifying bb! i almost thought this ask was for us series! touya and was gonna go well actualllyyyy he doesn’t＼(º □ º l|l)/ and didn’t want to write a downer for a cute ask about siblings lol

i headcanon that he has a decent bond with his siblings! touya is kind of like the “i’m going to mcdonald’s ur coming with me” kind of older sibling instead of the “i’m going to mcdonalds what do u want” sibling

Four sweet treats are packed inside a small box and a cake is packed inside a medium sized white box. Touya taps his phone to make a payment and declines needing a receipt. He grabs the smaller box and hands the bigger box to his younger brother that accompanied him to the bakery. “Here, carry that and be careful. I need to text Fuyumi that we got the cake.” Touya says as he opens the door to exit out the bakery and walk back to the car. “Shouto, do you remember what else she said we had to get?”

“She said we need to get the flowers too and that the bouquet she ordered should be ready for pick up.” His younger brother answers, “Can you get the door for me?”

Touya opens the passenger door side of his car for his younger brother, watching as he ducks his head down first and makes sure both feet are in before shutting the door. He sets the smaller box of treats into the backseat before starting up the car and putting in the location for the florist that he needed to stop by.

Shouto looks back at the separate box of baked goods and asks, “Why did you get more dessert? Is it for mom too?”

“No, it’s for (Name).” Touya answers as he sets the directions and begins to drive towards the new destination.

“Why? She’s not here. You said she couldn’t make it because she got sick.” Shouto points out, making sure to hold the box steady in his lap.

He watches his older brother look at his blind spots before using the turn signal to switch lanes. “I’m gonna give it to her when I head back home to her, duh.”

“Did she ask for them?”

“No, she just expects me to bring her something. And she’ll bitch at me if I come back with empty hands for not getting her something when she wasn’t feeling good.”

Shouto leans his head back against his seat, shaking his head a little to get his bangs out of the way of his vision. Touya’s girlfriend was always really nice whenever she came to visit, she always asked him questions about how he was doing and what he liked. He was a little disappointed that Touya announced she wasn’t able to make it for family dinner due to being unwell.

“Are you supposed to do that kind of thing? For girlfriends?” Shouto asks, his eyes looking to the GPS displayed on the screen for how close they are to the florist.

“Depends on the girl. You’ll find out whenever you start dating.” Touya takes one hand off the wheel and reaches over to ruffle his younger brother’s hair, chuckling when his hand gets swatted away and he’s told a firm ‘stop that.’ It was funnier to mess with Shouto as a teenager seeing as he could actually talk back and sass him. Back then he would just get a time out or reprimanded.

The car pulls into the lot for the florist and Touya is looking for a nearby parking spot. He lowers the volume of the music to concentrate on finding a spot and curses under his breath that the lot seems really packed.

“Touya, it’s Natsuo.” Shouto points out.

The car jerks to a stop and both brothers lurch forward, their seatbelts doing their job of keeping them strapped in. The cake is still safe.

Touya honks the horn of his car and rolls down his window to wave over Natsuo along with a sentimental call of ‘hey dipshit!’ to get his attention.

Natsuo comes up the driver side, holding the bouquet in his arms and peering in to look at both of his brothers. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We were picking up the flowers, why the fuck didn’t you text me that you were gonna get them instead?” Touya asks with a slight annoyance in his tone. If this was already gonna be taken care of by someone else then he wouldn’t have wasted his time to fetch it himself.

“I texted you but got the automatic message that you were driving so I texted Shouto instead.”

Touya turns his head and glares at his younger brother. Shouto carefully reaches into his back pocket to pull out his phone.

“Natsuo texted that he’s gonna pick up the flowers-“ Shouto reads his notification.

“Fucking thanks Shouto!”

#thank you for the cute lil ask bb!#k.inbox

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sliceofajayke · 9 months

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the bet pt. 2

lee heeseung, the most popular guy at decelis academy, had mediocre grades, good looks and of course he was the flirtious fuckboy jock.

y/n nishimura, well known in the school,not perfect grades(apart from english) but still good and best friends with maddison, one of heeseung’s ex-girlfriends— the longest relationship he’s had, being almost a whole month.

warning: swearing?? i dont think anything too nsfw will be in this as theyre in the last year of high school but the spin off might

likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated<3

y/n! you made it!” maddison smiled, walking over to her friend, opening her arms “who convinced you?” she gasped in realisation

“heeseung did, didn't he! oh my gosh, that means it's now just the two of you so..”

“it's not date, we’re at a party and he’s probably flirting or sucking off some other girls face by now” she said, as she looked around for drinks to mix “oh, sweetie you’re jealous 5th grade ‘i have a crush on my good ‘ole friend heeseungie’ is showing” y/n rolled her eyes “yeah whatever”

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the night ended with y/n getting...very drunk and maddison searching for heeseung (who wasn’t sucking another girls face off) “heeseung, your girl is wasted” she said, finally finding him “where is she?”

maddison pointed to the couch “she's talking to sunghoon” heeseung threw his head back in frustration, sunghoon is y/ns ex, she broke up with him because he kept distracting her from her book, he didn’t think it was worth writing.

“been a while huh?” sunghoon threw an arm around her shoulder “yeah, haven’t talked to you since we broke up” she began to lean on him. not because she was actually falling for sunghoon’s act, but because she was drunk and tired

“you wanna go find a room upstairs? lie down for a bit?” he smirked as y/n’s eyes lit up, he knew that she wanted rest, and he wanted to hold her in his arms again, even if it was just temporary. he genuinely missed her.

“think i can take it from here” heeseung said with a clenched jaw, eyeing sunghoon, a gasp from beside him was heard “heeseungiee! i have a wONDERFUL idea for the next part of my book!” she made grabby hands at him, heeseung quickly helped her to her feet “let’s go home then okay, tell me ‘bout it in the car” she nodded, following his lead in wobbly steps “at this rate, we won’t make it to the car” heeseung chuckled

“ugh, fine then. carry me” and so he did.

after putting on her seatbelt, heeseung went into his seat, starting the car “so you gonna sleep on the way home or you wanna tell me about the next part of your book?” her head lifted from the window to look at him then smiled “wanna tell you it, but can you record ‘cuz ‘m really fuckin drunk right now” he nodded pulling out his phone “its recording so whenever you’re ready..” she nodded then leaned her head against the window again “so basically, heeseung’s moms, fainted right, so the next chapter, it like gonna be in her point of view while shes out, it’s gonna be like growing up as a vampire and with her mom, and it’s gonna be sO COOL!” heeseung shook his head with a smile “you named your character heeseung?” y/n licked her lips “yeah,temporarily…when i write i keep my window open and i could see you playing guitar through your window, your name was first to come with and it just stuck to me yanno”

“You’re adorable y/n nishimura”

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y/n woke up in her own bed, confused and head pounding as she picked up her phone, the light blinding her for a while until her eyes adjusted to it, and to her surprise, she had texts from maddison, sunghoon and heeseung.

maddison:

holy shit i’m so sorry i left you with Sunghoon

thank god for heeseung

omgomg i’m sosososo sorry

sunghoon:

about last night...

are you and heeseung a thing?

heeseung:

hey you got super drunk last night

here’s the audio of the next chapter of ur book:)

groaning, she didn’t reply to any of them. carefully she climbed out of bed then downstairs, immediately meeting the quietness of the house, this wasn’t normal, so she looked around and finally, she noticed the sticky on the fridge ‘at the lee’s for an early start of family game night! come down when you’re ready’

y/n sighed, going back up to her room to change into some sweatpants and a simple tee. after putting her hair in a bun and brushing her teeth, she made her way over.

“crazy night huh?” jake smiled opening the door for the girl, who groaned slightly when he spoke “are you yelling or am i just..” he chuckled “you’re just very hungover. come on,heeseung’s mum made bacon and forced us to save you some” y/n sighed happily “i love his mum”

“morning sleepy head” y/ns mum smirked as she sipped her coffee “morning. you’ll be happy to hear that i am the champion of beer pong”

“you only won because jay was your partner” heeseung said, placing both a cup of coffee and a plate of bacon in front of her “thanks.. and that's not true..maddison is just a worse player than me, i’m slightly better” riki sat next to her “if you won, why did heeseung have to carry you up to your room?” y/n smiled “had to celebrate my win with a few shots of course”

“i think you mean our win.. well really my win” y/n looked up “ah jay,there you are, it was odd not seeing you in heeseung’s presence in his home.” he looked at heeseung then back to y/n “so are you guys.. you know” everyone in the room gasped “finally!”

“woah, hey wait what?” y/n looked around “we’re not together..”

“yet. we’re not together yet, i mean we drifted as friends for a while,” heeseung looked at y/n sleepily

“sure.. heeseung whatever you say...anyways not that i don’t want to, but since when did we start doing family game night again?” their mother’s looked at each other “since we learnt that heeseung still had feelings for his childhood crush”

“and that y/n went on a date with him to the movies” y/n bit into some bacon, “yeah, you can’t call that a date, riki was with us.”

heeseung’s mum chuckled “thats not what riki said” y/n groaned, throwing her head back, then looked at riki from across the room

“hey, you guys fought for paying at starbucks, i swear thats like a first date kinda thing” y/n shook her head then continued eating.

“so..since its family game night, can i go sleep until then?” both their mothers nodded

“you can sleep in my room, for now, i might go in there to do some homework at my desk, i won’t disturb you,” y/n nodded, as heeseung lead her up to his room

“if your room is as messy as it was when we were younger, i’m gonna fight you” he chuckled. “don’t worry. my room and i both matured”

they walked into the room and he wasn’t lying, the bed no longer had spider-man sheets, and the room didn’t have that child like vibe to it, nonetheless, the room brought back memories, “remember when we had the ‘draw the best spider-man’ on the wall contest?” she asked “‘course i do, got a load of shit from it, but i never cleaned it off” heeseung moved the desk slightly to the right “damn, i thought they looked so much better before..” he chuckled “i still think mines better than yours” y/n shrugged, plopping down on the bed “woah.. i swear your bed has always been so much comfier than mine, maybe we should just switch beds”

“or maybe, you can just sleep here with me” heeseung threw his arms around her and tackled her down on the bed, causing her to laugh and lie back on the bed. “i thought you had homework?” he shrugged “rather have sleepovers like before” he mumbled in her hair “plus its english” y/n lightly nudge him when she felt him getting heavier, meaning he was starting to fall asleep “go get it, i’ll help you” he groaned in response “c’mon, then when we’re done we can both sleep” his head went up “its romeo and juliet”

“i love romeo and juliet”

“is it even english? i mean..” y/n laughed “go get it” he pouted, but did as told.

an hour and a half later, the work that had barely any writing in it, was now almost full “how in the world did we do all this in an hour and a half?” heeseung questioned, putting away the book “because we both knew all the answers. you just never paid attention to what the questions are asking.’” y/n yawned

“no, its because you translated it to real english” heeseung fired back, sitting next to y/n who was lying down on her side “shakespeare is real english” he rolled his eyes “yeah,yeah, move over”

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“heeseung, y/n! its game time, hope you finished your work-oh..they’re sleeping..together”

jake smiled at his own dumb joke, then went back down to inform the rest of them that the two friends were asleep and cuddled up..

everyone rushed up the stairs and into heeseung’s room and the sight both warmed the parents hearts but also made their blood run cold. heeseung’s arms were tightly wrapped around y/ns waist and one of her own was lying on his chest

“GAME TIME!” y/n’s dad yelled, as jay and jake hit the two of them with pillows “we’re up! we’re up!” both their hands away from each other and blocking boys' attacks. “first game, charades! lets go.” everyone ran back down, “guess its time to go”

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it's been a week since the family game night, and heeseung and y/n were.. closer than they were before the movie with riki.

“y/n, guess what!” heeseung smiled, walking over to her locker, where she was placing her things back into her bag “whats up hee?” he shook his head then raised his work packet they had worked on “hey! a b+, good for you!” she smiled, giving him a hug, which surprised both of them, heeseung hesitated, but hugged her back “i have a test on this soon, but to celebrate my first high grade in english, you wanna go to starbucks, on me?” y/n smiled,

“hey y/n, you wanna come with us to the-- oh, hello heeseung” maddison smirked, heeseung sighed “hey maddison..” the smile that was on his face was now gone

“anyways y/n, you wanna go to the mall with us?” she bit her lip then slowly shook her head “thanks for the invite maddi, but..i’m going on a coffee date with someone”

heeseung’s eyes lit up and the smile on his face evidently grew wider. “darn, lucky guy...well, text me later ‘kay?” maddison and the rest of the group walked away “so...whos your coffee date?” heeseung smirked, a light blush grew upon y/ns cheeks “did..did i say date? i.. i meant a study date” heeseung laughed, then draped his arm around her, “c’mon then, off to our study date” he made air quotes when he said the word study “date!” he caught both jake and jay’s eyes, then winked.

at the starbucks the two were talking to eachother as if nothing had changed between them, heeseung had said something that made her pout and he quickly took a photo of her

“hey!.. delete that!” he smiled down at it “no, it’s cute”

the bell on the door rang, and both turned to face it, in came morgan, who rolled her eyes at the two of them, then made her way to the back. y/n sighed and stood up, “i’ll be back, restroom” heeseung nodded then went into the groupchat with jay and jake. ‘40 bucks😏’ he sent the photo of y/n that he had taken moments ago.

“so what have you been doing after we..drifted?” y/n asked, taking her seat in front of him. “been singing a bit, playing piano and guitar, i’ve even recorded a few covers actually but haven’t had the guts to post any of ‘em though.. unlike you though” he winked. “did you get noticed by anyone yet?” she shook her head “nope, but i’m still writing.. music, and my books, and i’ve started an account specifically for singing” heeseung smiled." finally, how many followers so far?”

“well i haven’t posted anything so 65” heeseung pulled out his phone and searched her name “make that 66”

the day was filled with laughter and deep talks between the two old friends. “we should head home,” y/n sighed after laughing “we should, c’mon i think jay and jake are preparing a movie night at my place, you in?” she nodded “i mean i was going to write..but why not.. can we bring riki?”

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cuddl3s4shur1 · 1 year

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Ur Best friend

Letitia Wright x Black Reader

Authors Note:Know I had to give y’all a part 3

Summary:After your shower looks like your going to have to address some things.

Warning: Angst to fluff

Timeline:After wakanda Forever

Inspired By:The music video a little bit not to much

Taglist: @tuesdaylovesu(wifey fr) @locoforshuri @letitias-fav @lunax0654 @writesbyriri @ziayamikaelson @womenlxver @2k7-sparkles @saintwrld @atssukoo @adeola-the-explorer @niaalove @shuri-my-love @shuriislut

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3:Make you feel right Part 4

Y/n’s Pov

“Care to explain why you have marks on your neck”,

“I went out with my friends and someone most have been kissing me on my neck because I don’t remember”

“Oh ok well call your friends so I know “

“Ok “

You start to panic but get angry when this stuff happens to him you don’t even worry about it that much .

“Hey Gab wasn’t I with you at the club last night” “gurl yeah and that one dude was trying to take you home and shi so he left marks but good thing we saw it go down” “Alright see you soon “

“See you girl”

You where now happy a little because gabby is deadass a real one. “See I told you,

“hm”

“What”

“You cheated on me”

“Wow all the times you came home with kisses on your collar and makes in your neck I ain’t say shit but now when it’s me your making it a big ass deal”

*Silence*

“You quiet because I’m right”

You begin to get up and get your car keys and coat .

“Talk to me when you have fucking sense because right now your acting like you don’t have any” you say exiting the apartment.

You where mad at naven because he knew dang well he has done it before .”Hey siri facetime tish”

“FaceTiming ✨🖤👓Tish👓🖤✨”

“Yo what’s good”

“I’m coming over”

“What’s wrong what happened”

“Argument”

“Alright explain everything when you get here

“K”

You hang up the call as you open your car door. You get in put your key in ,Put on your seatbelt and connected Bluetooth.

Chicago-Michael Jackson played

“I met her on her way to Chicago where she was alone and so I was so I asked her for her name”You sing .

For the next 15 minutes you where driving to tishs house until you got their .You knock on her door hoping she heard it.Your hear her unlock the door. “Come in” she says taking a step back from the door .Tish was wearing sweatshirts and a tank top.You walk in to her place feeling her eyes look at you.

“So what’s going on” she says sitting on the couch.”It’s naven we had an argument” “what happened” . You explain To tish the problem and why you were mad.

"So hes not treating you right?" ,

“It’s iffy”

“I can make you feel right”

“I know exactly how you can”

You look at her with eyes she knows

“No”

“Please”

“No”

“Pretty Please”

“Fine but only because you look good”

“I always do”

You give her a wink and a slight smirk.

“Lay down and relax” You say as you sit in her lap. You get your make up pallet and brush. You start to get make up on the brush and apply it to tishs face .

”Stop moving your going to ruin the eyeshadow”

“Sorry “ she says putting her arms on your waist .

You blend the eyeshadow with your finger.You finish the left eye and now it’s time for the right. You do the exact same thing so they will look right .

“Okay know you can’t move unless you want to mess it up bad” you say getting the blush. You apply the blush and blend it to make it look nice .

You do your finishing touches on the make up.

"And I have done it again"

"Can I take a picture of us like this “

“Sure idc”

(Letitia Wright)

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After a while of you doing tishs make up and watching tv you decided to go home “See you tish” you says leaving her home.

You get to your apartment and unlock the door . You see rosé petals on the ground and candles. This was navens over used apology set up .

“Baby I’m sorry if I made you feel angry you know I didn’t mean it”

“Naven I’m not feeling this tonight maybe tomorrow night”

“Huh”

“Not tonight for this little set up thing”

You say walking to your bedroom,You come out with pillows and a blanket.

“Enjoy the couch while I will enjoy silk sheets”

“But babe”

“Not tonight”

You place the pillows and blankets on the couch .

He finally got what he deserved because you definitely weren’t going to let this slide .

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glitt3r-litt3r · 2 years

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hey! love ur writing, ur so talented. could u do a robin buckley x reader where reader is friends with eddie and the gang and corroded coffin is performing at a local bar and eddie hurt his arm and needs a sub-in for guitar so the reader does it? eyes without a face by bill idol? and maybe u can relate the storyline to the lyrics? confessional?? thx love!!!

Hi!!! Of course I can. I know my Robin girlies are starving so I'm happy to contribute where I can.

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!reader

Summary: Request pretty much says it all

Warnings: some swearing, kissing, Steddie subplot, robin being cool and knowing French.

Tuesday morning rolls around and you're not absolutely dreading it as you usually would. Tuesdays meant failing biology with you're friends, not that you weren't trying but it just never clicked. Especially since they made the mistake of transferring Robin to the table with you and Eddie. You three were hopeless together but at least you weren't alone. You spent most of that class arguing with Eddie over his next campaign while Robin tried to score tiny paper football field goals between your fingers.

Excitedly you got dressed for the day running around your room plucking things from drawers and hangers trying to make an outfit that wasn't a repeat. It was only the second month of school and you already found yourself wearing the same boring combination too much.

Once you were dressed you began to apply some mascara to your long lashes and some blush to your cheeks. Steve promised to drive you to school today so you waited out front of your house for him bopping your head along to the song playing on your cassette player. He pulls up exactly on time as usual with Robin sitting in the passenger seat with one arm out of the window. She was smiling, maybe at something Steve said but when the car came to a stop before you she was still laughing lightly. You noticed the curve of her lips and how the color on her lips matched the color of her bomber jacket.

She keeps eye contact for a second before breaking it and staring down at her hands. Her chipped blue polish is starting to seem very interesting all of a sudden.

You blinked trying to clear your head in order to focus on the question Steve just asked.

"What?" you asked head cocking to get a better view of him

"I said are you just going to stand there or?"

"Oh right! Sorry"

Once you got in and put your seatbelt on Robin began rambling about how annoying band was. You nodded along, you had quit band last year because of all the assholes and decided to take up guitar on your own instead.

"We ready to blow this popsicle stand?" Steve asked in the rearview mirror

"God Harrington you're turning into my mother more and more each day" you said

"Yeah well would your mom let you take her car to that bar tonight? The one where they play nothing but heavy metal and is full of drunks?" He asked sassily pulling away

"No way! You're letting me drive the car? Who are you and where has my Steve gone?"

"Whatever just don't make a big deal out of it, I might not even let you drive it back."

"Oh so you're coming? To the Hideout?" Robin asks Steve incredulously.

"Yeah I mean, what kind of person would I be if I just dropped off two teenage girls at a bar like that? I mean come on guys use you're heads"

You don't buy that for a second. As caring as he is he cannot expect you to believe this has anything to do with either of you. Robin turns to look at you as you both try to hide your laughter. The rest of the ride goes smoothly.

As you approach the building you notice a familiar mop of brown hair walking toward the doors. Rolling down the window you yell out.

"Hey Munson!"

He whips around and that's when you notice his wrist is wrapped in gauze.

He walks over tucking his arm inside the other side of his jacket.

"Dude did you try to walk and chew gum at the same time?" Robin asks leaning over Steve.

"Ha ha very funny. Nah just ran into some trouble last night" He says shaking his head.

"Who knew you had some fight in you" You reply getting out of the car.

"I don't, hence the injury but if anyone asks I beat that guys ass" He replies.

He looks over at Steve who's been staring straight ahead since you guys pulled up.

"Sup Harrington."

"Hey Munson. So I guess tonight's show is cancelled? Bummer" He tries to say it sarcastically but from where you're standing his eyes are actually a little disappointed. Robin gets out and goes to stand next to you. You lock eyes trying to decipher the weird energy being exchanged.

"Boys" she mouths eyes wide in entertainment. You bite your lip with a quiet laugh.

"You knew about that?" Eddie asks leaning one arm onto the side window of the car.

"Duh, these two talk about you non-stop" Steve says trying to divert Eddie's attention to the both of you. Unfortunately it works and he stands up straight again smiling at the two of you.

"AWWW-"

"Yeah well anyways, Girls I'll be here after school to pick you up"

And with that he drives off speeding out of the parking lot and down the road.

You exchange looks with with your friends before deciding to head in.

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At lunch Eddie trails behind you as you walk over to where Robin is sat.

"Please please please? You said you've been practicing and I know you know at least two of our song because I forced you to listen to them it won't even be a full set!" He begs

"No way Munson, you're out of your mind. I haven't even played for a crowd before." You set your tray down opposite to Robin as Eddie sits next to her.

"So what? It doesn't even have to be good but we already paid for the time at the bar" He whines making puppy dog eyes.

"Wait is he really trying to get you to play in the band he holds above all else? What an honor" Robin says

"See! She's right, it's a huge honor to play in Corroded Coffin"

"Don't encourage him!" You chide taking a bite of an apple. She laughs lightly and you notice the way her bangs move above her eyes.

"I think you should do it, help out our pal. Plus I haven't seen you play since you won't let me not that I don't respect your choice but it'll be fun, promise we won't laugh if you completely freeze up and embarrass yourself on stage." She says looking completely sincere.

"I cannot believe you just said that, I mean really we need to get you a little cue card that says stop talking. Don't listen to her, you won't choke on stage because barely anyone shows up okay?"

You take another look at her pleading blue eyes and feel yourself melt a little despite your original apprehension.

"Fine!" you say watching as Eddie does a little fist pump

"But I'm only playing a couple songs, you're buying me drinks Munson and then I'm leaving" you say

"Yeah sure whatever you want I need to go find the guys," He says as he stands up from the table, "isn't she the best?" He asks to Robin.

"definitely" Robin replies.

Eddie leaves you two alone, just how you like it. Not to say that his presence isn’t appreciated but you two just click. No one else in her life really rambles like she does but when you’re together you can’t stop. You’ll talk and talk back and fourth for hours about anything you want. It’s mostly movie analyzing or conspiracy theories. That doesn’t mean you’re gonna let go of the topic of her watching you play guitar later.

“You’re only saying that to try an make up for the fact that you just said you think I'll choke later” you say

“Thaaat is so not what I meant! I just mean if you happen to look out into the crowd and see all these eyes staring back at you and you feel those fries you’re eating coming back up the pipes and decide it isn’t worth it, I’ll understand” She’s full on laughing now as you stare in shock. After a couple of seconds you laugh took shaking your head.

“I’ll just focus on one person instead” You smile hoping she catches what you mean. Her cheeks turn scarlet as she looks around the caf to see if anyone else heard what you said. They didn’t obviously, and even if they did it’s not like they’d know. She peers over at you with her piercing eyes and you feel yourself blush in return.

These moments, the hidden ones are the ones you think about when you’re alone. Moments where there’s no one else in the world but you two, that’s what makes your heart soar. Tonight as you play you’ll think about that time her hand brushed yours by accident in Steves pool as the moon shone bightly overhead. About her converse and how on the back you wrote your initials and she let you. You’ll be thinking about the million disjointed memories that have convinced you that Robin Buckley is the love of your life even if you can’t kiss her in the street or hold her hand at school. You’ll hold onto her eyes, her finger nails, the back of her neck, the curve of her nose, the way her hair falls and the smell of her on your clothes after you’ve hugged.

There’s only a lunch tables distance between you two but it feels like miles and miles, the only thing you can do is sit here and not touch. You focus on keeping your hands on your side but let your mind wander as she talks through lunch.

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Later in your room as you get dressed for the second time today you start to feel the nerves. Steve, Robin, and Eddie wait in the car downstairs as you shimmy into a long layered white dress. It dips low on your chest accentuating your sun necklace that hangs right in the middle of your chest. You shake your hair out and add some blue liner to your eyes. Slipping on your beaded bracelet and a couple rings you spray yourself with some perfume before you grab your guitar and you’re out the door again.

Your friends conversations come to a halt as they see you coming through the open mouth of the house door.

“Why is no one talking?” You ask as you walk to the driver seat which has been abandoned.

Their mouths close, Eddie faces forward playing with his hair. Steve coughs before shifting away from Eddie in the backseat. Robin shrugs and opens the mirror to reapply some mascara.

You get yourself adjusted in the seat before starting to drive.

“So what songs am I playing tonight?” You ask Eddie peeking back in the rearview trying to break the tension.

“What songs do you know?” He leans up and pops his head in between the middle seats

You think for a minute before replying.

“Edge of Seventeen, Eyes without a face, Smoke on the water, and as a joke happy birthday”

He sit’s back and sighs. This was going to be painful for everyone involved.

“Oh sorry I don’t learn heavy metal on my free time Munson. Would you rather I turn this car around?” You ask

“Now look who’s turning into a mom” Steve mumbles under his breath.

“Shut it Harrington, unless you want to join Eddie in having a broken wrist” you smile brightly as your knuckles squeeze the steering wheel.

“Okayyy everyone just chill out. She’ll play the song she can do best and Eddie you can give her the notes for one of your songs and she’ll learn it on the spot, easy.” Robin says brightly trying to calm you down. It was not working but you tried to remain calm as you continue to drive.

“Someone put on some music please” You say. Immediately Robin shoves on into the car stereo and hits play before anyone else can say anything. You make eye contact with her and mouth ‘thank you’ before focusing on the road again.

The drive helped relax you some because you could only focus on the drive itself. making sure you were following all the rules. Heaven forbid you get a ticket which driving Steve’s car you’ll never hear the end of it. You were driving for a while before pulling into the parking lot. Eddie hops out and grabs stuff from the trunk and with Steve’s help drags it inside.

You sit with your head on the steering wheel breathing deeply. Robin watches you unsure of what to say before reaching over to place her hand on yours. The action startles you until you’re alone in the car, it’s nighttime, and the place is practically empty. She doesn’t say something which is unlike her. You look over, head still on the wheel. She gives you a small smile and you want to tuck the stray hairs covering her face behind her ear. The warmth of her hand over yours pulls all your focus, it radiates up your arms giving you goosebumps. She gives it a small squeeze before leaving the car. You take three more deep breaths before leaving the car to help them set up.

The Hideout never had much of a crowd on weekdays thankfully. The lighting was low coming from a couple lamps and sets of string lights. Smelling beer and wood as you walked in you made your way to your friends as they set up. You said hi to the other members of Corroded Coffin with a wave.

After you all set up Eddie introduces the band and then explains about his wrist motioning that you’ll be filling in on guitar for a couple songs. He hands you the sheet music for one of his most played songs and you follow along easy enough. Luckily you had been practicing a lot, and Eddie wasn’t Van Halen so you could stumble your way through. You could feel the sweat running down your back as you played trying to locate Robins piercing eyes through the lights on stage.

You found her halfway through the first song but it was hard to play and keep eye contact so you opted for staring down at your own fingers as they played. That was 3 songs ago and when you looked up to find her again you couldn’t.

“Okay and this next song is a cover of Eyes Without a Face by Billy Idol. My wonderful guitarist has been killing it so let’s throw her a bone folks” He laughs

Thank fucking god because you were butchering the other songs and it was getting shameful and he knew it.

The first notes started playing as you try to relocate Robin in the dimly lit room.

You find her, closer to the stage just as Eddie pulls you up to sing with him. Trying to get over your nerves you smile gently.

“I'm so out of hope One more bad break And I might fall When I'm far from home Don't call me on the phone To tell me you're alone”

You harmonize pretty well with him especially because now you can actually play your instrument correctly. Robin stands close to the stage standing next to Steve her head nodding along to the beat. She loves this song and you know it. You find yourself singing to her as you say the next words

“You see it's so easy to deceive It's easy to tease But hard to get release

eyes without a face (Les yeux sans visage) eyes without a face (Les yeux sans visage) eyes without a face They got no human grace They're eyes without a face”

You’re picturing her room. The walls covered in different movie posters, ones you’ve seen and some you haven’t. Her lamp illuminating the French textbook splayed open between the two of you. She had been trying to get you to learn French so you guys could talk to each other in school or just in general. In an attempt to be a good friend you said yes. You had managed maybe two minutes of French lessons before losing focus instead studying the room around you. The messy desk covered in notes and sharpies. The sneakers lined up by her door were once in a line but are now a jumbled pile of laces and tongues. You start counting the glow in the dark stars on her celling and the way her hair smells. She’s speaking in full sentences by the time you tune back in and she can totally tell you’re not listening.

“tu as de la chance tu es jolie” She says with a smile. (You’re lucky you’re pretty)

You shove her as you try to find the definition to that. You never did because that was the night your parents called you home early, upset that you didn’t go to church with them. As you said goodbye she hugged you, like really grabbed you and hugged you. It was so quick you had only a second to meet eyes as she brought you in before the door was being closed and the porch light was turned off. Those milliseconds were burned into your head, you could feel her breathing beating heart against yours and it was just as wild. You had found the mirror image of your affection and she was beautiful.

You were pulled back into the bright stage lights to sing the next lines.

“I spent all my time Believing all the lies To keep my dreams alive Yes, it makes me sad It makes you mad at truth For loving what was your eyes without a face”

Despite all these longing stares and accidental not accidental hand bumping you two had never found the confidence to say the words. Even if you were positive she liked girls, how could you be positive she liked you? There were times when she barely even spoke to you let alone smiled or tried to teach you French. And in this town it’s not like you could just tell her, not with what feels like everyone watching. That’s the problem with living in a fishbowl, there’s only so much room to breathe and there’s always a kid pounding on the glass. You spend your days in class thinking up imaginary tales to coddle your lonely heart. Hours listening to songs she might like and days hoping she’ll give you another smile or another flutter of her pretty lashes. You’re so furious the first time something almost happens, because it doesn’t. The first almost is always the worst and then after your life becomes a never ending parade of almosts and could haves until you get sick of it. You’re getting sick of here and now on this stage.

Eddie takes lead on this next part and let’s you stand center stage to play the guitar. It’s the loudest part of the song right now and you work out your frustrations as your fingers move to the song. You’re sweating and breathing heavy as you whip your hair from side to side. Robin stands in awe air playing her own guitar to match.

“When you hear the music, you make a dip Into someone else's pocket then make a slip Steal a car and go to Las Vegas Oh, the gigolo pool Hanging out by the state line Turning holy water into wine Drinking it down, oh I'm on a bus on a psychedelic trip Reading murder books, trying to stay hip I'm thinking of you and you're out there, so Say your prayers Say your prayers Say your prayers”

You play fiercely until you join Eddie to sing again bringing it back in. The song is ending soon and you find yourself anxious to be off the stage so you can talk to Robin. It’s got to be now, or you’ll lose the courage come tomorrow.

“Now I close my eyes And I wonder why I don't despise Now all I can do Is love what was once So alive and new But it's gone from your eyes I'd better realize You want that, the kind of love you’re singing about. The love that’s alive and new. And maybe one day you’ll realize she isn’t the one. Maybe you’ll wake up and not want to see her face lying next to you. But today isn’t that day and you aren’t that girl. You are alive here with her in this dingy bar in this small town. You are burning so bright you can feel the red hot heat coming from your cheeks. Everything will be new, every second of time with her will be like seeing the world for the first time and you are so desperate to see something new. To feel something other than want and empty longing. You finish strong singing the French while Eddie sings the English. Robins eye’s haven’t left yours since the start and now as she realizes it’s almost over she breaks the contact to fix her tie. (Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face (Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face (Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face Got no human grace You're eyes without a face Such a human waste You're eyes without a face”

Eddie closes out and thanks the 12 people watching before stepping off. You don’t even hear the congratulations before you’re grabbing Robins hand and pulling her off to the ladies room. Making sure you lock the door as you enter, you immediately turn and gently pull her towards you.

“If you don’t want me, tell me to stop and I'll walk out that door and we’ll never talk about this again” You say breathing heavily looking between her eyes and her lips.

“I- I want-” She stutters trying to find the words

“Robin, tell me what you want. Anything, and it’s yours” You reply stroking her cheek.

“Kiss me” she whispers it like she’s afraid it’s going to hurt. And it kind of does.

The way wanting something so bad and finally getting it kind of hurts, the way loving someone so much it kind of kills you hurts. The way it feels to cry out of happiness or to laugh in the saddest moments in your life. It hurts because you’ll probably never kiss her outside of dirty bars and locked doors. IT hurts because you know you’ll never be able to get the taste of her out of your mouth. Her lips on yours cause real electricity to run up your spine and you feel the urge to pull away and check for burning. You are on fire like live wires are melting into your skin and you want to keep kissing her in the filth bar bathroom forever. Her mouth is on yours and its hot as she breaths into you. Her hands come up to meet your waist as she holds you in place slipping her tongue into your mouth before quickly pulling away.

You both stare in bewilderment, like two animals caught in a trap. She can’t believe that just happened and neither can you. It’s so not like her to kiss people spontaneously but as the shock wears off you both realize this was anything but random.

All those moments of buildup, all the times you wish you kissed her but didn’t, all the words scribbled on pages and pages of your diary led to that kiss.

“I’m so sorry! Oh my god if that’s not what you meant then I cannot believe I just did that and we should go they’re probably waiting for us oh my god” She practically screams as she pulls away from you. Tears sprung out in her eyes immediately.

“Are you apologizing for giving me the best kiss I've ever had in my life right now? You cannot be that out of touch with social cues,” You reply laughing as you clap your hands together, “I wanted you to kiss me. And you wanted to kiss me right?” You ask suddenly afraid that you were the pushy one.

She nods her head almost immediately.

“That was a lot and it was sudden and we can take it as slow as you want from now on but when I was on that stage the only thing I was thinking about was you. You and you’re beautiful eyes and how badly I've wanted you since you made me watch Eyes Without a Face in French even though I couldn’t understand it. I knew I had to play that song and I’m so happy I did” You said in one long burst.

She laughed lightly wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her hand shook as she reached out for yours.

“I’m happy too. Thank god for Eddie not being able to walk and chew gum at the same time” She said making you laugh. You stand there for a moment.

“I know, right now, we can’t be together out there and that kills me everyday. But in here, where it’s just us, will you be my girlfriend?” You ask bringing her hands up to your mouth and kissing them gently. The action makes her squirm with love.

“You want to date me in here?” She says finally looking around toward the disgusting scenery. You blink at her trying to tell if she’s being sincere or not.

“No, not in this filthy bathroom. What I mean is, whenever we’re together we can live in our own little world. When it’s just you and me we can do whatever we want and I like it that way. You look at me with those eyed and I know I'm home. So will you be with me, in here?” you point to your heart and then hers. Her face breaks into a wide smile before she pulls you in to hug you.

“yes yes yes a million times yes” Her voice reverberates into your shoulder and you let your hands come around her. You’re surrounded by her smell, her soft skin, the feel of her hair tickling your nose and neck, the way she is swaying from side to side, the feel of her heart on yours and you think to yourself,

iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fanfiction #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley friends to lovers #robin buckley stranger things #robin stranger things

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mixed-up-multiverse · 8 months

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@bytepire sent: talk about lizzy and doll! your thoughts on their relationship, lizzy's opinions on the absolutesolver program that doll is using, just gimme allll the deets

Let me ramble | VERY SELECTIVELY accepting

// OOOHOHOHOHOHO, FASTEN UR SEATBELT, 'CAUSE I AM GONNA GO ON ABOUT LIZZY AND ALL THAT'S HAPPENED TO HER AND HER FRIENSHIP WITH DOLL. Although I am gonna try and put everything in order so that my ramble about her truly makes sense, so bear with me here.

// So to start, before everything went down, Lizzy's life was pretty much great. She was one of the most popular folks in RoboPrep school alongside her best friend Doll and some others, and they would do everything together-- from slumber parties to ditching class to teasing the Purple scrub who's always rambling about killing all humans and railguns. Life, as they both know it, is great-- they wouldn't have it otherwise.

Doll is the friend she's known the longest, as they met when they were literal Babies/Untrained Neural Networks. She doesn't even mind Doll and her family's faulty vocal chips (which make them speak Russian rather than common). Though to be fair, it's not something drones would mind anyways as they are programmed with a built-in translator in their brains, but I digress. In fact, it was thanks to Doll that Lizzy learned she likes girls. Doll happened to be her first crush, too.

Then, the Purple Scrub leads the murder drones to the colony, and while some drones die and most survive, there IS a major difference afterwards. For starters, Doll is more... quiet. Distant. Not as happy as she used to be, as if something happened to her. And when Lizzy asks? Doll reveals that her family had been killed by a murder drone that calls itself 'V'. Lizzy at first assumed she's joking (as her own father survived so Doll's parents must have too), but when she actually goes to Doll's house that weekend? She realizes that it wasn't a joke. Doll's parents are actually dead. It's... a shock, but Lizzy doesn't think about it too much. Until one day, by circumstance, a murder drone sneaks into her room with intention to kill-- the same drone that killed Doll's mom and dad. But while initially frightened, Lizzy manages to keep V from killing her by feigning immediate attraction to her and promising 'friendship'. V is confused slightly, but views it as a chance to trick a dumb worker into letting her kill everyone and... goes along with it.

Doll eventually discovered this when Lizzy shared a photo of herself and V by accident, and so shecalled Lizzy over saying "I want to show you something". Lizzy, of course, visited her bestie, and what happened next shocked her; Doll stated that ever since her parents died, she's had this... new ability... inside of her. She even showed her some of what her new ability could do. And seeing her friendship with V, she offered a proposition; Lizzy keeps up the friendship so that Doll can get some good ol' fashion payback. Which involved killing the Prom queen candidates. Of course Lizzy was against it at first due to having a weird gut feeling about Doll's new power, but relented because Doll was her friend and no one would miss a Murder Drone, right?

Well, as the deaths counted up and Prom day grew closer, Lizzy was kept in the dark about what Doll was specifically doing with the bodies, and when the day finally came, she found herself warning V-- who she thought she'd never get attached to-- to RUN. Of course that failed, and V was trapped and Lizzy was flung away as what was basically a massacre broke out. She recovered and helped N and V fix themselves before escaping home, and after that called Doll to see if she was okay. But... nothing. No responses, even after a message spam or two. As if Doll's just... gone. And that hurts.

For the following days up until the camping trip actually arrives, Lizzy was constantly wearing a vapid facade, hiding behind empty popular girl smiles. She acts like she's 'replaced' Doll with Rebecca and some other popular drones, but... she hadn't. She missed Doll greatly now that she had just... vanished, and nothing was the same anymore. Not even wiping her feet all over that Purple-eyed freak was as fun anymore.

Of course, said freak later turns into a monster and massacres the class. And while some drones make it out alive (Lizzy included again), at this point, she is... utterly traumatized, using her phone to get her mind off of everything and not doing a good job at it.

By now, her perfect life is in shambles. She's lost a lot of people close to her, the purple freak is even MORE unapproachable and not just because of her ugly fashion sense but because she just ate almost everyone in the most violent and gruesome way possible. And Lizzy herself played a part in her snapping, for all she knows. And worst of all... Doll is gone. Following that failed plan to kill V, it's like her bestie dropped off of the face of Copper 9. She hasn't responded to any of her texts, and she's... probably dead for all that Lizzy knows.

Her best friend is dead for all she knows, and almost all of the popular kids she would even bother hanging around are all dead no thanks to that purple monster. By now, Lizzzy acts as if nothing is happening to her and her life is still the same 'alpha ritch girl', but... it's not. She's deeply traumatized from all that's happened to her, and she's wearing a smirky-face-mask to hide all that's bothering her ever since all that's happened.

She wants Doll to be okay. But the radio silence is making her lose hope. And she has no friends to talk about it to. And her father (AND teacher) is practically apathetic to everything so he's automatically no help. If that damn purple freak hadn't led those drones here, none of this would have happened. Doll would still be here. No one would be dead. She'd... still have her perfect life.

But she can't show anyone her sadness, not now. She still has to keep that smirky-face-mask on for a little longer.

#💫 Gracie is speaking ( OOC )#💫 we just got a letter! ( ask )#bytepire #💫 Lizzy -- Headcanons #MAN i went on a tangent here haha #but this is all I gotta ramble about Lizzy for now! Boy this took a lot

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heart-suguru · 2 years

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Levi’s car hums in the damp and darkened parking lot of The Underground. As a result of the humidity and rain, he has the AC running. A white noised whirr of the vents and a thump thump thump of a bass ridden song fills the silence of the car. His silver eyes are trained on the entrance, waiting for any sign of you and your drunken ensemble.

Levi would be lying if he wasn’t a little on edge. Your normally solemn and timid boyfriend had arrived just a couple of minutes ago following a group of cryptic text messages you sent with a heart beating a lot more rhythmic than usual.

<< Babyy

<< miss U

<< come getm e!:((

<< ill suck ur cock

While he was intrigued at the last message—dark brows raised and a certain strain easily and inappropriately formed in his pants—he gains some self control as he suspects you’re most likely drunk out of your damn mind right now. You left the shared apartment about four hours ago for a celebration dinner of Ymir’s new job. And what better way to celebrate than heading to The Underground to dance and drink the night away?

Levi would usually come along, even if he did despise how sweaty and loud the clubs usually were. He still loved to see you have fun and enjoy yourself. But lately, he’d been working longer hours at work and thought they were reckless at times, he knew you’d be fine with the girls.

Speaking of you and the girls, as if on cue, you all burst from the front entrance in a laughing fit. You cling to one another as Mikasa, who seems to be the most sober one there, counts heads to make sure no one was left behind. You’re linked together at the elbows and giggling with Historia about who knows what while Ymir and Sasha are dragged at the wrist by Mikasa.

Levi gets out of the car and waves down the raven haired girl, she spots him immediately and changes direction for everyone accordingly. You break away from Historia as you approach the car.

“Babe,” Levi calls to you softly, taking your hand to help you in the passenger seat as your friends, who now up close seem presumably less intoxicated than you, get in the backseat. He’s shocked at how warm you feel to the touch.

“Get owff! I have a boyfrien’ you know?!” You slur, reluctant to let him keep his hold on you. You shove his hand away from you and grunt.

Sasha and Ymir giggle as they stuff themselves into the rear of the car. “You’re so drunk, bitch!” Ymir cackles.

“That’s Levi!” Historia laughs as she clings to the car door. “She had a lot to drink, bub.” The blonde informs your boyfriend. “Good luck.”

Your eyes blink up at him, lidded and dazed. “Yew’re my Levi?”

He sighs, “Fortunately.” He answers with a twitch of his lips. He seats you in the car with minimal struggle from your side and plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

When he circles back to the driver’s seat, he lets you babble away while he puts on his seatbelt. “I dun think yer my boyfrien’…my boyfrien’ is always grumpy!” You exclaim, head lolled to the side.

Levi fixes your hair away from your face with his hand. “Grumpy?” He questions, raising his brows. “I think he’s just serious.”

“Noooo, he’s so so soooo grumpy… and cute. I wuv him so so sooo much and his silly grumpy face..”

His lips twitch.

You’re so fucking adorable.

“He’s gonna beat yer ass.” You continue on. “He’s gonna be soooo mad.”

Now he’s smirking. “Oh he is?”

“Cus I’m his girl! ‘nd you’re a stranger, i can’t go home wif you!”

“Baby,” He laughs, taking your dainty hand in his and planting a kiss at the top of your palm. “It’s me.”

#take this as a present for me not writing for like 6 months #levi’s just a sweet little tiny guy #berry loves levi #levi ackerman drabble #levi x fem!reader #levi x y/n #levi x reader

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raineschaos · 1 year

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here’s a short owl house concept i found in my notes-

if anyone wants to continue the idea, ur welcome to use it as a fanfic. i don’t need credit but i hope i can inspire some owl house writers to write some fanfics. its about the witches showing up in luz’s world and needing to find their own way back, without luz even finding eda.

❝𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋!❞ Luz's mother, Camila Noceda chimed out on the car ride back home. "During my shifts too, I drove all the way to school worried that you were hurt or something."

"I'm sorry-" was all Luz could get out of her mouth before Camila took a quick left turn onto the road they lived on.

Her mother sighed, being a only mother and having such a rable-rousing daughter was a little bit too much for her to handle. Trying to balance both was impossibly difficult. After a couple seconds of silence, "I'm glad you're okay, just try not to do it again." Luz had gotten called down to the principal's office after dumping most of a can of paint on another student's painting. Her reason was that she thought she saw the painting moving. The principal, who was fully aware of Luz's reoccurring "active imagination" decided to report the situation to her mother, who had been quite shocked when she heard the news.

The brunette nodded, holding her held low in both sympathy for her mother and guilt. "I know I'll do better, mamá, I promise I will."

"Those ideas of witches and fantasy stories are holding you back. You're sixteen, miha, I just want what's best for you and I know focusing on school is hard for you...but if you put those Auria books away-"

Luz cut her mother off as they pulled into the driveway. Unfastening her seatbelt, she said, "Azura. And like I said, I'm going to try harder." The sixteen-year-old opened the car door, her mother opening hers on the other side. It was obvious that the health-care worker was tired from her shift as she didn't respond until they were inside.

As her mother began to retrieve vegetables for gazpacho, Luz sat down at the round wooden dining table contemplating helping or not. Her mother broke the silence once again, "I'm just trying to look out for you, because I love you and I care very much about how you're feeling. Are there any issues you're dealing with in school?" Luz remained silent, there wasn't much to share besides the regular teenage girl things. It seemed like everyone around her was getting into relationships and going off to parties.

Just like her mother had looked into the cavities of her daughter's mind, she brought up, "You know, Mrs. Machados's daughter is holding a party and I think you should go."

After all of the trouble Luz had just gotten in, there was no way that she would have been welcome at an event like that, yet Camila had brought it up. Her mother continued on insisting that Luz go, "I have another shift to work tonight and you need to socialize with kids your age more often."

The young Noceda nodded shyly. Choosing to act hyped up, she hoped that within the action she'd feel more hyped up "I don’t know."

"You have until after dinner to decide, okay?" Mrs. Noceda said nonchalantly. To her mother it wasn't a big deal at all. It was just another social event, but to Luz, a party was frightful social event where different cohorts at school mashed together and created more chaos than a bull in a china store.

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑, Luz got changed into something else. She hoped that wearing something else would hide the disaster of an event that she had caused at school today. Different clothes, different person. She knew that her mother wouldn't be impressed, but she brought her gray-strap brown leather side purse with a book inside it. An Azura Book.

Luz got lost in her thoughts before her mother called her downstairs to leave. The sky was a dark haziness of purples and reds. She would have admired it longer if she didn't have to get into the car quickly. Trying her best to avoid suspicions of the heavy weight in her side satchel, she moved hurriedly and stashed her bag behind her feet. Buckling up much faster than her mother, Camila exclaimed, "Did your whole attitude about the party change suddenly?"

The truth was that it had, so Luz was able to respond, "Yes." However, it was only the outlook that Luz had crafted to help her get to the party. She knew that she'd see a lot of the same people, but maybe there would be kids from the schools that she used to show up at sports games for.

Some people who wouldn't know her.

If that went wrong, Luz knew that she always had a friend in her book.

Pulling up the house, there was already loud music playing from speakers on the patio and dozens of teenagers talking and whispering to each other. "You'll be fine, I know it seems like a lot. Te amo, miha. Give me a call if you need anything." Luz nodded to her mother, fully aware that her phone was brushing the cover of the book that was supposed to stay a secret in her purse. Throwing her bag over her shoulder, she got out of the vehicle and checked out the scene.

They were all grouped, situated at different areas of the field, but as Luz got out of the car and walked through the party, whispers diminished. Murmurs and gasps filed the crowd. At least no one was confronting her...oh wait. The bright blonde haired cheer-captain, Skylar, was there. The Skylar that Luz was on the cheer squad with, until she got banned. "I didn't realize they let just anyone in," she remarked with a sly sneer.

"Oh, I'm not just anyone." Luz said with a smile.

Skylar sent her a scowl but Luz quickly finished, "I'm Luz Noceda. Do you not remember me?"

The girls behind Skylar laughed and the blonde and pink haired cheerleader turned on her heel believing that she had a least made her point clear. Or maybe she just didn't feel like trying when Luz's reputation was already as worse as it got.

Walking away from the group, she walked closer to the speakers. No one really talked over there so she figured that maybe someone would want to hang out together at least. Everyone frowned as she walked by, so Luz did want anyone would do at a party where they weren't desired, sit down and read a book. Of course it was dark out, but Luz made do with the little light that her phone flashlight provided. As expected she felt like she was whisked off into another world. One where there were no limits...

one where a normal girl could be part of a legendary prophecy...

one where weirdos bonded with another and celebrated their differences...

...but she quickly snapped out of her fantasy trance. Usually the books provided as enough distraction from the world, but now she heard something. A shout amongst the loud blaring music. As everyone else continued to dance and talk, Luz followed the noise.

It was not a simple task, it was incredibly hard to navigate the party with the sounds and the lack of lighting. She looked up at one of the windows of the house and saw someone sitting on the sill of an open window. They did not seem like they were level-headed, once break of balance and they would plummet to the ground.

Luz saw the scene in her head as if she was envisioning the future. The partygoer fell from the window, but miraculously was saved by moving vines upon a wall. That was so unnatural, there must have been something else there. The vines had appeared out of nowhere and on top of that they had just saved that person's life.

Glancing around, she saw two shadowy figures standing off near the street. The two figures looked shocked as Luz turned to face them. As Luz noticed them the vines retreated back into the ground and there was no evidence of anything unusual from the ground or near the house.

The two shadow-cloaked individuals whispered amongst themselves. "How could you do that?" one angrily spoke. "I couldn't just let them hurt themselves." The other sighed, "What am I going to do with you? You could have got us both caught by a human or even expelled."

Other teenagers were finally crowding up around the scene. None of them had seen what the brunette had just saw. They would all assume that she was crazy if she said anything of the sorts so she stayed quiet and called for her mom. Luz could have sworn that she heard ambulance sirens nearby, but it was all fine, there was no emergency and the person was all fine.

As the phone connected her to her mom, her mother seemed to already be mid-conversation, "Are you okay? I heard that an ambulance was sent to the address that the party was at."

"I'm fine," Luz assured her mother. "Someone wasn't careful and fell from the window."

"Are they alright?"

"I believe so. I can't tell. A lot of people are crowding them now." Luz said.

A clicking sound of a signal turn played as Camila said, "I'll be there soon." She was fast, but someone she had still obeyed road laws. Luz saw the familiar look of her mother's car and walked into the passenger's seat. As she sat down she realized that she didn't have her book within her bag. She would have gasped if she wasn't already trying to keep it a secret. Hopefully she could get it back, it might have not been her favourite in the series but the Azura series wasn't fully complete with the whole set.

"What happened?" Her mother said. No completely sure how to answer that question, Luz looked for the signs that would tell if her mother was trying to make small talk or if she was genuinely concerned.

Deciding that there was nothing to conclude, Luz told her mother about her theory. "There were these two mysterious figures and I think that one of them created these vines that caught the student that fell."

Her mother nodded, but Luz noticed the faint expression of disappointment underneath the rims of her mom's glasses. "Luz, not again."

"I'm telling you, mamá, those vines came out of nowhere!"

"That couldn't have been what actually happened."

"Then how did they not get hurt?" Luz retorted in desperation.

Her mother was tired of the stories that Luz always told, because to her none of them were ever true. "Luz..."

"I wouldn't lie about this."

"I know you wouldn't but-" There was something in that voice that proved that her mother didn't trust her. No one did. Luz sighed in the passenger seat. When they made it home, she was quick to unbuckle her seatbelt and bring her bag and phone inside. The brunette went straight into her room once the door was unlocked.

Her mother knocked once it was closer to bedtime, "Please get some sleep and try not to worry so much. I know you want there world to be magical like your books, but the world we live in isn't that way. True there's elements of the world that are special, that make us want to believe that magic is real, but at the end of the day it's not."

It wasn't the best pep talk, but it wasn't a pep talk. It was a reality talk, and right before bed. Luz drifted off to sleep and felt the gentle touch of her mother's palm upon her forehead before she wished her goodnight and went to bed.

𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐙 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 she could tell that all of the students were wondering what had happened as well. No one knew how they hadn't sustained any injuries. Some theories were being thrown around like aliens or a pile of leaves. Luz knew none of them were true, and she knew what she had seen even if others didn't believe her. As she walked into her homeroom period class, she saw more desks taken up. She didn't have the time to take the count, yet all was explained to her quickly.

"Class, meet your two new exchange students, Miss Blight and Miss Park."

𝐭𝐰𝐨.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 at Luz's school. It was quite unbelievable if she was completely honest with herself. Something told her not to trust them, but another part of her was glad to see faces that didn't already know all of her mess ups and record of chaos. Miss Blight and Miss Park. Completely dumbfounded at which was which, the brunette had looked at both of them a little too intensely.

The one with thick-rimmed circular-framed glasses and short cerulean-coloured hair gave Luz a short wave knocking her out of her daze. They wore a orange and yellow ensemble with persimmon leggings. At first impression, she seemed fairly nice and genuinely kind, but then there was the other girl.

The girl with bright green hair that reminded Luz of her favourite ice cream flavour, mint-chocolate chip. The girl's eyes were an amber colour, soft but somehow sparked with an intensity not yet brought to name. Like that of a spark that starts a flame or a wave before the sun reflects upon its crescents. Looking back at the girl with dark-blue hair, she smiled at her friend who was looking down at her notebook intensely.

Her bright pink and white shirt was matched with burgundy sweats and white high-heeled ankle boots. As the one with glasses whispered something to the focused part of the pair, she looked up at Luz. Squinting as if to say, 'what's your deal ?' Luz looked away, her cheeks flushing intensely with embarrassment, or something else.

The brunette hadn't realized that the teacher was beginning a lesson and she scrolled to an empty page in her notebook. Before she could scribble down something, a small paper plane dove onto her pages. Luz unwrapped it carefully, knowing who it was from. She knew she'd have to be quiet, the teacher wasn't a fan of note passing in class.

Lunch, today, by the cherry blossoms. - W + A

W and A? Those must be the initials of the people that she was just looking at. She was worried that the one girl was going to be mad at her, but maybe this was supposed to be a nice gesture. Maybe they were interested in letting her into their group. She could use a couple new friends and her mother might be pleasantly surprised if she had a group of people to hang out with.

Just as if first period never happened, the bell rang and Luz scrammed to right down barely legible notes. The school dance was in three weeks, the dance committee was looking for volunteers and their test would be on Friday about the renaissance and Luz was still working out the details of her presentation. She wasn't certain what artist she should investigate or how she should display the information.

As her thoughts trailed on and on she realized that she had to hurry to class. Bio class, right down the hall. "Hurry, Luz," she told herself, pacing at a speed that wouldn't get her stopped by hall monitors but arrive on time for class. Once she got there she saw that the seat that was usually empty beside her was taken by the dark-teal haired girl.

"Hey?" Luz said, a little bit suspicious about the fast she'd gotten there, considering that they were in her other class. They waved back at Luz with a smile but didn't say anything. "So I guess sitting beside each other makes us desk partners?"

She really didn't want to come on too strongly because that's when other students would try to change seats, but she hoped that this person would be different. "I'm Willow Park," they said, breaking the silence.

Surprised, Luz pointed to herself wondering if Willow was introducing herself to her or not. "Uh, um I'm Luz, Luz Noceda." Willow smiled, "So did you guys just get here?"

Willow looked forlornly as if the question was a little bit challenging to answer. Maybe even difficult to think about. She decided to ignore it and say something else, "I should apologize for the attitude of my friend. She's not normally like that. Well, that's a lie, I just mean that she can need some getting used to."

Luz wanted to Willow to go on, but they were quickly shunned and reprimanded by the teacher and they went back to intently focusing on their schoolwork. Willow's fingers drummed upon the desk as minutes on the clock passed by. The anticipation built with every whisper of each student and every hum from the projector. The sounds were hard to keep out while Luz jotted down things to remember but they were all minuscule distractions compared to the note in her pocket. The note that meant she could be a part of something for once. The paper that gave her hope.

"W + A. Well, that's Willow beside me. What does A stand for?" Luz thought inside her head, each one bubbling and bouncing off another in a hectic herd.

Luckily, as if magic aided her, Luz was not called on by the teacher to answer any questions. It might have only been the second hour of the school day, yet she was drained.

The bell rang out immediately as Luz focused back on the chalkboard and she sighed remembering her promises to her mother. Mrs. Noceda was counting her and she couldn't let her mother down. Hopefully after lunch she'd have some good news to go home with.

Even though it was her school, the brunette had no idea where to go for the cherry blossoms. Luz was grateful that Willow stuck around after biology to help her to the area. "Coming, Luz?" the blue-haired girl invited and Luz's brown eyes sparkled, feeling as if this was all just a dream.

Keeping her pace behind short sixteen-year old, Luz keep her boundaries and made sure not to startle her in anyway. Her mother wouldn't be too proud of her if she happened to make two new students scared of her on their first day. "Welcome to the Abyssary."

Willow gestured to the area and the border of cherry blossoms that seemed to keep strangers out and secrets in. Luz realized that they weren't in season and if she wasn't led there, she never would have been able to tell which trees were which. "How did you tell that these were cherry blossoms? You've never been here in the spring and it's incredibly hard to notice when they're not in bloom."

She smiled behind her glasses, "Let's just say, I know a lot about plants."

Luz was confused but she put a friendly face on and said, "That's so cool!"

The mint-haired girl was looking off at the distance, one foot on-top of her seat and the other to the floor. Luz took her own seat on a stone bench, a little bit nervous around the other girl. Willow cleared her throat, looking at the girl. When A. didn't respond Willow just spoke for her, "This is Amity."

"It's nice that you're here and all, but we're doing fine. We don't need a guide to the school. We may be new but we aren't brainless." Amity was too far away to be jabbed with Willow's elbow, but with a short motion, Amity knew that she should try and be a little nicer. "So, what's your name?"

"Luz," she said, "Luz Noceda."

"Alright, Noceda, why were you staring at us this morning?"

"Amity-" Willow began, Amity turned to her friend and shot her a look that wasn't necessarily mean, but conveyed a want to speak in private later.

Crossing her arms, she tossed her green hair and frowned. Luz realized that it would come to this, she stood up as well just a bit below Amity's height. "Of course she was wearing ankle boots, she probably liked the dominance that a couple inches in height gave her." Luz thought.

Stumbling words out of her mouth, she replied, "I was only looking at you two because you're new and I don't have any friends here. Maybe if I could-"

"I'm not buying it. Who sent you?" Amity eyebrows furrowed.

"No one."

"She's just human, lay off." Willow said, putting her arm in front of the Blight in order to keep things peaceful. Both of them realized that they had said too much because Luz had slumped back down onto the stone bench.

Human? Where they not humans? Who were they?

The two of them sighed, Amity palming her face with one of her hands. "Don't we at least owe her an explanation?" Willow pried, hoping that she would get some sort of approval from her friend.

"We don't owe her anything."

"Amity..."

A couple of seconds passed, even though Amity was still as stern as she was when Luz was invited to lunch, Willow started to explain a couple of things. "We're witches. We're new here because we don't normally live here."

Both of them were waiting for Luz to get mad or scared. Instead the teenager jumped up excitedly. "That's amazing! Wait? Are you guys serious?"

"Yes." Willow confirmed.

The brunette jumped up and down, "Oh my gosh, this is so cool. So what do you do in your world? Do you attend witch school? Do you fly on brooms? Do you have magic wands? Oh, oh! Do you guys have familiars or use magic wands? Are you guys chosen ones? Could I be a chosen one?"

Her speech would have gone on for a long time, but the bell rang signifying the end of lunch and Amity sighed and muttered under her breath, "Thank Azura."

"You guys have to tell me more!"

Adjusting her glasses, Willow smiled, "We will."

Amity's eyes opened wide, as if to showcase her shock of being roped into this situation. "I'm not going anywhere with this human."

"Too bad, you have next period with her." The witch ruffled out her orange top to which Amity closed her amber eyes in aggravation and balled her hands into fists. "So, what do you say? Are we going to give her a longer explanation? We kind of have to now."

"What if we went to the mall?" Luz said, trying to slowly back away so she could quickly speed out as to not be late for class.

Willow smiled and looked towards Amity. "Okay, alright, fine. We'll go."

Luz turned around to hide her happiness. Her first hangout with actual (well- maybe) friends. It was so exciting. "Hey, Amity."

"Don't talk to me. We're not friends."

The brunette faked a cough, "Yet."

As they kept walking, Amity spoke without looking in Luz's direction, "Let me guess you're one of those girls who reads too many books and has fantasies in her head while she's supposed to focus on more important things. So, now, she's got to prove to her mother that she can make her proud."

Luz looked at Amity's face, the girl hadn't even skipped a beat when filing that estimation of Luz's character. Instead of taking it as an insult, the tan-skinned girl exclaimed, "That's it! How did you know?"

Amity looked at Luz for a second, then shook her head with an angry sigh as she walked into the classroom holding onto the notebook she was writing in before. Some people pedalled past her and she dropped the book. Luz bent over to pick it up, but Amity grabbed it first with a frown, "I don't need your help."

She tried to act confident but they both tried to walk into the doorway at the same time and were shoulder to shoulder. If she'd trusted Luz more, she would have told her that the explanation was so easy to her, because she was the same way. It was the whole reason why she was here. She'd messed up and know she only have a couple weeks to fix it.

❝𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.❞ Luz noted while nervously laughing as she sat next to a pretty grumpy Amity. The green-haired girl threw her black nail-polished nails on top of her notebook in an attempt to give Luz a hint to keep her eyes on her own page. For a second, the brunette almost forget what class she was in. She looked at the clock to remember the period.

English. We have english together. Their teacher was a huge romancer so of course the novel study was The Winter's Tale by William Shakespeare. The book was a part of Shakespeare's later ("romantic") plays. As the books hit the desks with load thumps, students groaned at how long it ended up being. "I hope you're a fan of reading," Amity said.

Luz's fingers flicked to the first page where the teacher began explaining the first verses. "Welcome to the human world where every novel study is Shakespeare."

Her amber eyes looked at the cover where the author's name was. "Never heard of him."

"Well, if you like Azura books, you might find the flowery writing of Shakespeare flattering," she palmed Amity's book in her hands where a sticker of the novelized witch was placed.

Amity took a look at the book, her eyes widening. "Give it back!" she said, a whole non-angry side showing itself for the first time. "Luz..." the witch pleaded hoping not to cause a scene within the English classroom.

That reaction was completely unexpected and it might have been the shock that willed her to put the notebook back on the desk or the fact that everyone was looking at them. "Miss Noceda and the new kid! Are we having issues sitting next to each other?"

Feeding Luz a quick scowl, Amity said, "Yes."

Once she woke up out of her daze, Luz answered, "No, I was just trying to help her take notes." She couldn't have another call to her mother from the office.

"Alright, then. Focus back in our scene, class. 'Wherein our entertainment shall shame us we will be justified in our loves; for indeed--'" The teacher read aloud. Amity took the book back, intensely scribbling down a lot of words. "Anyone have any guesses on what that could possibly be alluding to?"

Amity's hand rose higher than Mt. Everest and although shocked by the sudden movement, Luz continued to write down point form memos detailing the characters and outlining the plot. "I believe he's trying to say, that if their demeanour is poor and unamiable then they will make up for it, with their love for the guests."

"I'm glad to find that we're on the same page, um..."

"Blight, Amity Blight." she filed in quickly, slumping back down in her seat.

Luz whispered to her, "You can make sense of all this? You must be a reader."

"So I like to read, what else of it?" Amity's nonchalant attitude blew a little bit of anxiety off of Luz's shoulders. She hoped that within a couple days, or even a couple hours she'd find the hidden sweet centre of the sour lemondrop that was Amity Blight.

"....though absent, shook hands, as over a vast, and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!" Before the teacher could completely explain the importance of that verse, they realized that there was something else to make sure the students were aware of. "We were called in to help the art class in decorating the gym for the Fall Formal. I know it seems a bit early but we'll be meeting in the gym for the rest of these week and continue our novel study on Monday."

"Do we have to do any extra reading?" A student asked from the back of the class.

"Nope! I have plans to borrow the stage on Monday so we can fully explore the art of The Winter's Tale." The teacher explained.

"Ooh, that sounds dramatic." Luz excitedly thought.

The bell bid everyone goodbye and Luz walked out of the class knowing that she was going to be walking to the art classroom. This was by far her favourite part of the day and it was the only room that she could walk to without even looking. "Hey, Luz." Willow appeared out of nowhere by the lockers.

"WHAAA I-" Luz stammered, "How'd you get here so quick?"

"I have art class before you." Willow explained. If she had art class while they both had english then that means that they'd be decorating the gym together for the dance. Something mysterious was happening. How was it that all of her classes were with these new people? It must be fate.

"Oh well, I better head inside! Have a good last period, I'll see you later!" she exclaimed. Luz entered the class finally within her element. Her teacher was happy to see her again. After being sent to the principal's office one too many times she found herself frequently late to art class.

As the paint dribbled upon her canvas, with each stroke Luz was more and more sure of what to do. She painted stars upon a crimson landscape. Every painting felt like a part of her and a part of home. Art was over too soon, she wished that it could last endlessly but luckily she had plans.

Sending a quick text to her mom, she got approval to go to the mall as long as Luz told her all about the trip. "Ready to go?" Willow said.

"Heck yes!" Luz said, completely amped for their short departure. "I guess we're going to have to walk there because I doubt you two own cars."

"No..." Amity said, slightly wondering how humans got around if not using magic.

"How'd you hear about the mall, Willow?"

"My friend, Gus, we're not allowed to cross the border until we turn sixteen and he's still got a few years until he's allowed to. He loves human things though. Maybe we should consider getting him something."

"That's so sweet and that'd be a wonderful idea!"

Amity brought Willow aside and walked faster on the sidewalk, leaving Luz behind them. "We can't get too friendly. What if telling her everything puts her in danger?"

"What if not knowing anything puts her in more danger than knowing something?" Willow said, "I know we try our hardest not to interfere with the life of humans when we leave the isles, but she'd different."

The cerulean-haired witch returned back to their human friend. "Anyway, I'm not really sure where to begin. There's so much to tell you."

"What about, 'how you got here'?" The two witches nodded, okay with beginning with that subject.

"As I was saying, once you turn sixteen you're officially given your key to the human world. You're allowed to cross from the Boiling Isles to here. Amity and I were going to use my key to spend just an hour in the human world. Even though Amity's not fully sixteen yet, she's allowed to hop over with someone with a key because-"

"Of my remarkable marks on our hexams." Amity bloated, cutting off Willow's sentence.

"You're hex..."

"Hexams. Hex-exams."

"Oh, are those tough?"

"Yes, and extremely competitive. Only one student can ace Hexside's Hexams." Willow said. "Back to where I was. We were going to the human world and Amity and I saw a human party. We wanted to check it out so we said we'd arrive and quickly scram out before anyone noticed. Then that one teenager was about to fall and I had to help them. I used some of my plant magic to get them out of danger."

"A completely irresponsible decision." Amity huffed, "One that got us expelled from Hexside. We're not supposed to use our magic in front of humans. Not to mention it cost me three weeks of school. Who knows what spells they're going over that we could be learning right now if you hadn't had used your plant powers!"

"It was a good choice though. It was very courteous of you." Luz smiled, trying to give Willow a bright side.

Willow nodded happily, "I wouldn't have changed a thing, the one issue is, because you saw us we got suspended, not expelled. It would be a pretty serious charge, but the Emperor's Coven is incredibly busy right now."

Amity sighed, "They've all been sent of missions. They need to send a lot of witches in order to keep the witches within the human control under control. We have to get back home before my parents return to the Boiling Isles."

Listening intently Luz nodded, "That must be a lot of pressure. Why are you guys still here? Why stay if you could go back?"

"We're stuck." Willow said, disappointed.

"When we jumped through another witch snatched our key and now I'm hoping I can find them and get the key back. However, we only have three weeks or I'll be in serious trouble." Amity explained, crossing her arms in contemplation.

"So, we'll do this thing in three weeks!" Luz said.

Amity was about to share her feelings about that remark, but she was cut off by another one of Luz's exclamations. "Oh look, we're here now!" The witches stared at the large building in awe. Malls were mostly a human phenomena, according to Willow's friend, Augustus. They had never truly explored one as the isles liked the traditional methods of using markets.

"Wow." Amity said.

"That's a mall alright."

"Come on! Come on!" Luz said, taking their hands and pulling them through the doors. The Blight let go of Luz's hand shyly, while Willow got pulled along. "Where should we go first? Should we look for a gift for Gus? Maybe since you guys are going to be here long enough for the dance, we should go shopping for dress or suits-"

"Maybe we should take it a bit easy first." Willow said.

"Right, gotcha." Their human friend held a hand to her chin to think. "I know the perfect place! You guys wait here, i'll be right back-"

"Did she really just leave two witches alone in the middle of a huge human mall?" Amity said, wondering where Luz's head was really at.

Willow shrugged still smiling, "She's nice, maybe you shouldn't always be so suspicious of people just being kind."

"I am not." The green-haired witch said defiantly. "Besides, we should focus on our plan."

Luz came back before Amity could say anything more. "I brought Boba Tea. It's really good. I didn't really know what you guys would like so I got a couple of my favourites hoping that you guys might like them." She carried three drinks and set them down on a table.

Passing one that was purple with dark blue popping boba's in it to Amity, the witch took it a little bit on edge. "It's taro with blueberry."

"It kind of looks like her abominations at home." Willow said with a bit of a laugh.

"For you, I got watermelon and strawberry. An unlikely mashup that is kinda legendary." Luz said, passing the green drink to Willow. The red bubbles jumped up and down when Willow used the straw to stir.

"What did you get for yourself then?" Willow asked.

The brunette smiled, hoping that one of them would ask her. "I got strawberry and passion fruit." Amity and Willow took their first sips, both with pleasantly shocked faces. They passed their drinks to try each others, but they stayed true to their originals. Willow finished her quite fast admitting that it was really good. Amity cautiously took short sips of the drink.

Luz got up realizing that if they wanted to actually see the mall they had to walk around. "My favourite part of the mall is the fountain." She told the two of them.

The three walked up to it, Amity and Willow weren't surprised by the fountains. They had many of these back home, but Luz happily walked upon the side and sat down right near the water that people threw dozens of pennies in.

"You know, it's already a long shot that we even find the witch. But if we do, we'll can go back home and we'd never see her again." Amity said, but for Willow it was the last straw.

"What is your deal? Amity, you have to at least give her a sliver of a chance!" Willow said, being louder than her natural pitch, but still not loud enough that Luz could listen into their conversation. "We already told her everything."

"We can have Sybil erase any memories of us." She name-dropped their oracle coven friend.

Playing nervously with her sleeves, Willow protested, "Ames, you know that oracle coven members aren't allowed to erase the past, they're only permitted to tell see into the future."

"Oracle coven?" Luz said, interrupting again. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to listen into your conversation. What's a coven? You've already brought it up before. What are you guys a part of?"

Willow was happy that she could easily answer that one, but before she could Amity turned to her fellow witch. "We should only tell her if we're involving her in this."

"I thought I already was a part of this? I want to help you guys get home."

"It wouldn't hurt to have a human guide. Right, Amity?" Willow said, once again trying to ease the Blight into agreeing.

Amity looked around the mall, hoping for something to use as a distraction. "How about we think about it while we shop for some clothes. Willow and I only brought enough to last us today."

Luz smiled, "Not a problem, the mall has a lot of clothing stores." While she ran off to the first apparel store she saw, Willow and Amity stuck behind.

"I caught on to you trying to change the subject."

"Just give me some time to thing about it."

"You and I both now that it's now or never to ask for her help. If you don't get home in three weeks, do you want it to be on your own fault because you can't trust anyone?" Willow said, bringing up a fair point.

This wasn't just a fair vacation they were discussing anymore. This was no longer a trip, they were really lost in the human world. If they didn't find those keys and word got out to her parents that she left the Boiling Isles before her 16th birthday, they'd be so disappointed in her. Sure she had the grades, but her parents weren't going to accept that as an excuse. If she could never she Ed or Em again...

No. She wasn't going to let that happen.

As she watched Luz looking at all of the different outfits passing Willow shirts and jeans, she felt something unfamiliar.

The silence worried Willow, "Did you think about it?"

"Sort of. I'm not sure if we should let her in. She just doesn't seem-"

"What did I say about trusting others?"

Amity took another sip of the boba tea, reminding herself that without Luz they wouldn't have found something like it. "All I'm saying is that her human-ness can be distracting."

"You don't say..." Willow said, trailing off when Luz returned with a bunch of outfits for Willow to try on.

"Wait, until I get a couple things for Amity, then you guys can change at the same time and it can be like a mini-fashion show!"

After Luz was gone again, Amity said, "I'm going to trust you, to help me in trusting her."

"I'm glad we could make an agreement."

"I just hope I can keep it." Amity thought.

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞.

𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 music invited the girls to hang out and stay within the store, Willow an Amity sat patiently on a large ottoman. A frazzled Luz was quickly picking out things that they could wear for the next few weeks. They were beginning to wonder if the brunette ever actually ran out of energy. Luz wasn't panicked, but she was sort of in a rush. Her mother would expect her to be home in time for dinner and there was only around half an hour left to shop.

Amity pulled on the straw hoping that stirring the substance would help more come through, but it was finally empty like an hourglass showing how long they'd be there. Willow didn't attempt to make small talk with her friend, but she was confused when Amity got up. "Where are you going?"

"Just to dispose of the drink," the green-haired girl quickly replied. While she was out Luz came back with five different outfits for Willow to try on. There was a couple of orange tops, but a couple of green ones as well. The witch squinted at the outfits even though she could view them quite well.

Luz looked bashfully ashamed, "I'm sorry, do you not like green? I just thought it would look nice on you, but I also got some in things in orange because I noticed that's what you're wearing now." Willow smiled at her newfound human friend. Taking a hanger, she smoothed over the fabric with her hand.

"It's all good, I've just never worn human clothes before." To that Luz let out a little bit of a laugh but helped Willow find a place to try the outfits on.

"Where's Willow?" Amity asked, walking back into the store.

"She's gone to try her outfits on. Which made me remember, I've completely forgotten to pick out outfits for you!" Luz said, dashing away into the aisles of clothing. Amity sighed waiting, it was strange to have some time alone in a place she didn't recognize. It wasn't at all quiet or dark like her secret library hideaway and it made this place all the less familiar. She contemplated what Willow had told her. You can trust Luz.

You can trust her.

But the moment didn't last long. She felt her heart twist and turn like a clumsy metamorphosis and she couldn't seem to explain or understand it. Exhaling softly, she watched Willow come out of a room with dozens of hangers. "Amity, you wouldn't believe human fashion!"

She softly smiled at her friend, looking back at Luz who was coming back with a bunch of clothing hangers on her wrists. "Need a hand?" Willow asked kindly. Luz smiled but shook her head 'no' while she handed off the clothing to Amity. The Blight took off not wanting to stay within the vicinity of the two cheery pals.

As Amity hung one of the pairings on a rack, she muttered to herself, "For the human world, they still have taste. I guess Willow was right." She quickly swapped in and out of every outfit, liking each more and more. Amity changed back into her original outfit from the Boiling Isles and walked out with a bit of a strut.

"I must admit..." Amity's voice stumbled over Luz's name wondering whether or not she was allowed to say it fully, "you have some taste, Luz."

Luz looked over to Willow and sat up from the ottoman. She took the clothes along with her and paid with a bunch of gift cards that she had been saving up. She was thankful that her back was facing the two witches. Her face showed happiness but also distressed confusion because she wasn't really sure if she fits in with all of them. They were talented, lovely, amazing, and one might even say beautiful. Luz looked up at the store lights trying to focus on her surroundings once again. She took the clothes with her in giant bags and passed them to the girls to carry the weight. "You don't mind, right?" she asked to be polite.

To her, they shook their heads. "Alright so, I know the whole dance thing isn't until the fifth of November but it's better to shop for formalwear earlier, or else students will be crawling the stores." Luz checked the time, they had around fifteen minutes, but then they'd have to make a large effort to race home. "So, come on!"

She said, quickly treading the mall to a store with fancier apparel. "You could search on your own or we could all look together, it's all you two's decision." Luz smiled, she looked at Amity but Amity quickly walked in on her own.

"I think it will be faster if I go alone, I'll catch up with you two," Amity said, making a quick excuse to get out of there. What was going on with her today? She seemed to not be able in the same room with them anymore and now that she was alone she felt how fast her heart must have been racing on the way there. Just look through the clothing racks, Amity told herself.

Luz paced around the store looking for a colour that would look good on her. While searching for something for her, she found the best thing for Willow. The brunette showed it to her friend with a smirk, "How about this?"

"How are you so good at this?" Willow said.

"I may or may not have picked out costumes for one of our school plays," Luz said.

Willow tried the dress on to see if it would fit and it was nice. She twirled in the green grape coloured gown that trailed down to her ankles. The dress was accented with sparkly green lace vines and small white flowers. Ribbon wrapped around her waist and decorated the dress a bit more. She packed up the dress and told Luz, "It was perfect! We just need to find something for you."

Luz showed Willow a black dress, which she promptly shook her head no to. "What about this one?" She asked Willow, taking out a teal coloured dress. Willow once again shook her head 'no'. Both of them looked around the store, Willow found one rolled up on one of the lowest shelves.

"What about this, Luz?" The dark-blue-haired girl handed her friend the dress that was missing a hanger.

"It's great!" However, she noticed her friend's puzzled expression. "What's wrong?" Luz looked down at the long-sleeved blush pink skater dress. It had a two-layered skirt that was kind of poofy, but Willow could tell that it was missing something.

Using the same method that she had before she searched for the unwanted gems on the clothing shelves. The ones that were about to be forgotten, so they could take them and make them wanted again. "I think I found it."

"Found what?"

"What you were missing," Willow said proudly, holding up a lilac jacket. Luz looked shocked at first, then a little bit confused as she debated the option. After she took it in her hands she smiled knowing that her newfound friendship was working wonderfully.

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𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 her own outfit while the two conversed. She looked at several different things, but they all seemed to remind her of things that her siblings would admire, not her. She looked behind a couple of black dresses, getting annoyed that there was a bright purple one where it didn't belong.

Pulling it out she realized that it was the one, "Look at you, you're not where you belong. But neither am I...why am I talking to a dress?" Amity said, shaking her head. She put it in one of the formalwear covers and met back with the other two who had their outfits within black fashion bags as well. Luz took them and paid again being the only person with money.

"Well, all of my gift cards are gone now. Ready to hit the road?"

"Why would we hurt the road?" Willow asked.

"Never mind! Let's get going." Once they exited the mall, Luz took their hands and raced home with them. "Welcome to the Noceda house!"

Luz let go of both of their hands, causing Amity to break out of a strange trance. "You live here?" Amity asked. Then she realized that it could have been considered rude and bit her lip.

"Me and my mom, but she'll probably be nice enough to let you guys stay," Luz said, knocking on the door. Her mom was quick to answer and opened the door to let them all in.

Mrs. Noceda kissed Luz on the cheek, "Te eché de menos, Luz!"

"También, mamá," she told her mother, giving her a quick squeeze. "I brought company, and they might be staying for a couple of weeks."

"A couple of weeks?" Her mother asked, completely confused.

"Our house burned down." Amity blurted out, quick with a lie.

Luz's mother went to the two of them and gave them each a hug, "I am so sorry for you too, of course, you can stay here if your parents don't mind." The two of them smiled from the warm hospitality. Amity never really knew what it felt like to get a hug from her mom, Odalia Blight wasn't one for warm gestures. Willow however never experienced having a mom so it was quite different for her too.

"Well, it's been a long day, we should probably head up to bed and get these two some mattresses or something," Luz said, but her mother wasn't willing to let her go upstairs that quicky.

"Luz, you can get your friends ready but you aren't going to bed without food in your stomach." The brunette smiled and nodded as she ushered her friends up to her small room in the attic. Amity and Willow set down their bags and looked at the room wondering how they were all going to sleep there. Luz hauled a giant mattress into the room.

Huffing and puffing from exhaustion she quickly noted, "This might only fit one of you guys."

"Willow can take it," Amity said, kindly offering it to her friend. Willow helped Luz find pillows and blankets.

"Since that mattress will only sit one person, Amity you could sleep on top of the covers of my bed." The green-haired witch blinked hoping to find a response. She saw a rolled-up sleeping bag and grabbed it conceiving words to speak.

"I'll just use your sleeping bag. I don't want Willow to be alone on the floor and we use sleeping bags all the time back home." Amity said, half telling the truth.

Luz put a hand on Amity's shoulder, "You're a really good friend to Willow." The Blight was worried that she wouldn't be able to keep her composure anymore. Luckily, Mrs. Noceda called them all downstairs for dinner. After the meal, they were all pretty tired anyway and they all went to bed in their designated sleeping location. It was lights out and Amity missed her books back home, even her diary. She would have written so much about her day within those pages. Then she remembered the journal that she had brought from school.

Along with her dozens of sketches of Azura characters and Otabin, she found a new page to write some quick information down.

First day in the human world.

- Not going to lie, it's been really strange.

- We met a human girl and we're hoping she can help us get back home.

- We also went to a human mall and went shopping for human clothes.

and why can't I just go to sleep already?

It's because I can't stop thinking about Luz. That human someone how makes me forget to put up my boundaries and Blight never gets flustered like that. I should get sleep, but here I am writing in the dark. Goodnight, journal.

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