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25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022

Day 8 - Out for Christmas

The full prompt from AO3 User RedErin1996 will be posted at the end of the story.

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Beca and Chloe were having coffee at their favorite coffee spot when Chloe suddenly started crying. Beca was at a loss; she never could handle comforting anyone crying, but she was way out of her element in having to comfort a crying Chloe Beale.

"What's wrong?" Beca asked.

"I called my parents last night," Chloe said. "And they said they didn't want me to come home for Christmas. It would reflect poorly on them to have their gay daughter staying under their roof."

"Seriously?" Beca asked, dumbfounded.

"Seriously," Chloe said, sniffling. "I should never have come out to them at Thanksgiving. I would have been better off staying in the closet."

Beca sat across from Chloe, rapidly blinking as she tried to process what Chloe just told her.

"Um," Beca said, trying to find words of comfort for Chloe.

"It's okay, Beca," Chloe said, wiping her eyes. "You don't have to say anything. I'm fine with it."

"But how?" Beca asked. "How are you fine with your folks telling you they don't want you to come home for Christmas because you're gay?"

"The fact that you just found out I was gay doesn't bother you?" Chloe asked.

"Why would it?" Beca asked. "You're still Chloe, and that's all I care about."

"Thank you," Chloe said, smiling. "Too bad my parents don't see it that way."

"So, what are you going to do about Christmas?" Beca asked after a moment.

"I'll just stay here in the Bellas' house," Chloe said. "I really don't have anywhere else to go."

"You can come with me to my mom's," Beca said. "I'm not going to lie, she's homophobic, but she doesn't have to know that you're gay."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Chloe said. "I'm out now. I'm done with being ashamed of who I am, and I'm not going to lie about it anymore."

"I get it," Beca said. "And for the record, I think it was very brave of you to come out like you did."

"Thanks," Chloe said. "That means a lot to me.."

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

Later that day, Beca was in her dorm room, going over her conversation with Chloe. She wasn't lying when she told Chloe how brave she thought Chloe was for coming out.

"I wish I was brave enough to come out like Chloe did," Beca murmured. "I already know my mom will disown me; my dad will probably join her, and then where will I be?"

Beca turned over to lie on her stomach.

"I could just stay here for Christmas," Beca thought. "Celebrate with Chloe. Maybe even come out to her and tell her how I feel about her."

Beca lay still for a few minutes, contemplating the idea.

"Nope," Beca mumbled into her pillow. "Just because Chloe's gay doesn't mean she likes me that way. What if I tell her I'm gay and my father finds out? I may not want to be here, but he could railroad my being able to stay. As much as I hate to admit it, I've made new friends being in the Bellas. And they've become like family to me; I can't risk losing that."

Beca flopped back over and was now laying on her back.

"Arrgh," Beca cried out. "Why did I have to be born this way?"

Beca heard keys in the door and turned her head to see her roommate, Kimmy Jin, coming in with two of her friends. Kimmy glared at her, and Beca sat up. Beca knew they were going to play video games and didn't feel like sticking around for that, so she grabbed her laptop bag and moved to the door.

"Excuse me," she said as she pushed past Kimmy and the others.

Once outside her room, Beca secured her laptop bag on her shoulder..

"I might as well get some studying done," Beca mumbled as she made her way out of the building and headed to the library.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

Two weeks before Christmas, Beca received a call from her mother.

"Hey, mom," Beca answered. "What's up?"

"You tell me," Karen Mitchell said.

"What do you mean?"

"I got a call from your father," Karen said. "He told me about your friend Chloe."

The way her mother said Chloe's name threw red flags up.

"What did he tell you about Chloe?"

"That she's gay," Karen said. "I don't want you hanging around people like her."

"People like her?" Beca repeated. "She's my best friend, and you can't tell me who I can or cannot be friends with."

"I'm your mother," Karen said, an edge to her tone. "I am only looking out for you. I don't want her putting ideas into your head that her. . .lifestyle choices are okay."

"Being gay is not contagious, mother," Beca said, gritting her teeth. "It's not something you catch. It's who you're born as; it just sometimes takes time for some people to realize it and come to terms with it."

"Are you saying you approve of her being gay?" Karen asked.

"It has nothing to do with whether I approve or not," Beca said. "I support her because she's my best friend and hasn't done anything for me to strip her of that title."

Karen doesn't say anything, and Beca pushed on.

"I'm not dumping her as my friend," Beca said. "And if it bothers you that much that I have a gay friend, then maybe I should stay here and not come home for Christmas."

"I don't want to fight with you over this," Karen said. "But, you're right. It might be best if you didn't come home."

"Fine," Beca said. "I won't."

"Good," Karen said. "Maybe you can take the time to think about who you associate with."

"I don't have to think-" Beca started and stopped. "You know what? I'm done with this conversation. Bye, mother."

Beca ended the call and threw her phone on her bed.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

The next day, Beca and Chloe were having coffee together.

"So, um, if I didn't go home for Christmas," Beca said. "Would I be able to say in the Bellas house with you?"

"You're not going home for Christmas?" Chloe asked. "Why not?"

"It's a long story," Beca said. "And I'm not sure I should tell you."

Chloe placed her hand on Beca's. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"I know," Beca said, sighing as she ran her free hand through her hair. "It's just that it's kind of because of you that I'm not going home."

"Me?" Chloe said. "What did I do?"

"You came out," Beca said.

At Chloe's questioning look, Beca continued.

"I guess because you're out and proud now, my dad found out and called my mom to tell her about the company I was keeping, so my mother called me to tell me to stay away from you."

"Wow," Chloe said. "And I thought my folks were bad. I'm sorry, Beca. I know how much you were looking forward to going home."

"It's not your fault," Beca said. "This is all my mother's doing. I'm not going to let her or my father tell me who I can be friends with. You're my best friend, Chloe, and I will always have your back, no matter what. I promise."

"Thank you for that," Chloe said. "And, as far as I know, there's nothing that says you can't stay in the Bellas house over the Christmas break. So, let's talk about what we're going to do to celebrate Christmas together."

Beca smiled at Chloe's sudden excitement as she started rattling off ideas on things they could do.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

Chloe talked Aubrey into helping her decorate a house since Beca was spending Christmas with her. They had just put the finishing touches on the tree and sat on the sofa to enjoy the fruits of their labor.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to let Beca stay here over Christmas?" Aubrey asked.

"Why wouldn't it be?" Chloe asked. "It makes sense for her to say here since neither of us is welcomed at home."

"I know," Aubrey said. "But, didn't you say that the reason you came out to your parents was because of the feelings you have for Beca?"

"Yes," Chloe said. "I talked about her so much during Thanksgiving that my mom started asking me a lot of questions. I got sick of what the questions were leading to, so I finally blurted out that I liked Beca because I was gay. And, now, they don't want me home for Christmas."

"I'm sorry, Chloe," Aubrey said.

Chloe shrugged. "It is what it is."

"Maybe you should tell Beca how you feel," Aubrey said.

"I'd like to, but I don't want to lose her friendship," Chloe said. "I know she gets on your nerves, but she's been nothing but kind and supportive of me. Which, now that I think about it, is both a good and bad thing."

"Why is it a bad thing?" Aubrey asked.

"Because it makes me think that maybe she likes me, too," Chloe said sadly. "And that maybe I have a shot with her. But she's straight, and I don't want to make her regret taking my side and missing out on Christmas with her mom by telling her how I feel."

"I understand where you're coming from," Aubrey said. "But I still think you should tell her. If she's the friend you think she is, and she doesn't return your feelings, I'm sure she'll still be your friend at the end of the day."

"I'll think about it," Chloe said.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

Two days before Christmas, everyone who was going home was leaving. Beca grabbed her laptop bag, suitcase, and gift for Chloe and left her dorm room. She arrived at the Bella house a short time later, and Chloe answered the door.

"Welcome," Chloe said, pulling Beca into a hug. "Come on in."

"Thanks," Beca said, following Chloe inside. "Wow! The place looks festive."

"Thanks," Chloe said. "I had Brey help with decorating the place."

"Well, you both did a great job," Beca said as she left the bag of gifts by the tree. "So, um, where should I put my stuff?"

"Just leave it by the stairs for now," Chloe said. "We can take it upstairs after we've had lunch."

"Okay," Beca said as she placed her suitcase and laptop bag near the stairs.

"Come to the kitchen," Chloe said, leading the way.

Chloe entered the kitchen and told Beca to sit anywhere. Beca took a stool at the counter as Chloe went to the refrigerator.

"Can I help you with anything?" Beca asked.

"No thanks," Chloe said. "I just made us a salad because I have plans for us for dinner."

"Oh," Beca said. "Does this dinner have anything to do with the delicious aroma I'm smelling?"

"Mmmaybe," Chloe teased, giggling. "I have a pot roast in the slow cooker. I'm also going to add some potatoes and carrots later."

"I love pot roast," Beca said.

"I know," Chloe said. "You told me it was one of your favorite meals."

"I can't believe you remember that," Beca said.

Chloe placed the salad on the counter and told Beca to help herself. As Beca started placing some salad on her plate, Chloe said, "You'd be surprised at what I remember about you, Beca Mitchell."

Chloe laughed at the deer-in-the-headlights look that came to Beca's face.

"Don't worry," Chloe said, winking at Beca. "Some of the things you told me will be forever locked away in the secrets of my best friend vault and will never see the light of day."

"Thank you," Beca said, looking relieved.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

Several hours later, Beca and Chloe were lying on Chloe's bed with Chloe's laptop sitting on the bed between them as they watched Noelle. The movie was almost over, and Beca looked at Chloe. Chloe looked over at her and smiled.

"Um, can we talk?" Beca asked, looking nervously at Chloe. "I want to tell you something.

Chloe paused the movie and sat up.

"Is something wrong?" Chloe asked.

"No, nothing's wrong," Beca said. "I was just wondering what made you decide to come out to your folks? And how did you do it? I mean, did you plan how to tell them? Or did you just blurt it out without meaning to?"

"A little bit of both, I guess," Chloe said. "I had wanted to tell them for a while but always chickened out. When I was home for Thanksgiving, I was talking about, um, this girl I know, and my mother suspected I wanted her to be more than a friend, She started asking all kinds of questions. I knew where she was going with the questions and just finally blurted out that I liked her and that I was gay. And you know how the rest turned out."

Beca sat back, thinking.

"I have something to confess," Beca said, taking a deep breath. "I'm gay," Beca said and let out a breathy chuckle. "Wow! That's the first time I've said it out loud to anyone."

"How are you feeling about it?"

"I feel free," Beca said. "Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders."

Chloe hugged Beca. "Thank you for telling me."

"Thank you for letting me," Beca said. "I know it won't be this easy to tell my folks, but if I tell enough of my friends, it will get easier to accept myself."

"I'm here for you," Chloe said.

"I know," Beca said. "And I appreciate that."

"Do you want to finish watching the movie?"

"I think I`d like to go to bed now if that's okay?"

"That's okay," Chloe said and put her laptop away.

Beca moved to the other bed, and Chloe clicked off the light.

"Goodnight," Chloe said.

"Sleep well, Chloe."

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

The next morning, Chloe woke to the smell of pancakes and bacon. She got up and used the bathroom before going downstairs. She walked into the kitchen to see Beca putting pancakes and bacon on plates.

"You're up early," Chloe said as she sat at the counter.

"I wanted to make you breakfast," Beca said as she set a plate in front of Chloe and one at her seat. "Sort of a thank you for last night."

"You don't have to thank me, Beca."

"No?" Beca said, reaching for Chloe's plate. "So, I guess you don't want this?"

Beca held the plate out and away from Chloe. Chloe grabbed Beca around her waist and pulled her toward her until Beca's body was flush against her side. Chloe turned her head with a smirk. Beca swallowed and looked down at Chloe's lips.

"Ha!" Chloe said, grabbing the plate and setting it back down in front of her. "You're so easy, Mitchell."

Beca cleared her throat and smiled as Chloe began eating.

"You're lucky I'm in such a good mood, Beale."

"Are you excited about going to the Christmas Fair?"

"No," Beca said. "But I am excited about going to the Christmas Fair. . .with you."

"Careful there, Mitchell," Chloe said. "Talk like that might make me think you like me or something."

"Or something."

Beca smiled and started eating. Chloe sipped her coffee while looking at Beca over the rim of her cup.

"Is she flirting with me?" Chloe thought.

"Um, so what are the plans for today besides going to the Christmas Fair?" Beca asked.

Chloe shrugged. "I don't know. It was a tradition for my family and me to spend all day Christmas Eve watching holiday movies."

"Nope," Beca said, shaking her head. "We need to start new traditions. Why don't we come back here after the fair and watch a holiday movie or two, and then go out to grab a quick dinner, probably at a Chinese place, and then drive around and look at the Christmas lights? That can be our tradition."

"Okay," Chloe said, smiling at Beca. "Let's do that."

"It's a date!" Beca said.

"I can't wait," Chloe said.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

It was late when Beca and Chloe returned to the house.

"The best lights were at the house we saw just outside campus," Beca said as they entered the house.

"I agree," Chloe said. "Would you like some cocoa?"

"Yes, please," Beca said, taking Chloe's arm. "But, first, I have something to ask you."

"Come into the kitchen," Chloe said. "We can talk while I make the cocoa."

"Okay," Beca said and followed Chloe.

Beca sat at the counter and started playing with her fingers.

"So, what did you want to ask me?" Chloe asked as she gathered the ingredients for the cocoa.

"I was, um, wondering if you, um, are going to ask that girl you like out?" Beca asked, staring down at the counter.

"The girl I like?"

"You know, the one that made you come out to your mom," Beca said. "The one you couldn't stop talking about."

"I'm still thinking about it," Chloe said.

"Oh," Beca said. "That's what I thought. I hope it works out for you."

"Actually, I think I'm done thinking about it," Chloe said as she stopped what she was doing and stared at Beca. Beca could feel her staring and looked up.

"Beca, would you like to go out with me sometime?" Chloe asked, walking over to stand next to the younger girl.

Beca stared at Chloe, unblinking as her mind tried to catch up with what was happening; to fully comprehend what Chloe was asking.

"Me?" Beca finally squeaked out. "I'm the girl you like? And you want to date me?"

"Yeah," Chloe said. "I mean, if that's something you want as well."

"Hell, yeah!" Beca exclaimed, jumping up and pulling Chloe to her. She pulled back and looked at Chloe's lips. "Can I kiss you?"

"That's rather bold of you, Miss Mitchell," Chloe teased.

"Oh, I'm sorry-" Beca wasn't able to finish her apology as Chloe smashed their lips together.

Beca moaned and wrapped her arms around Chloe's waist. Chloe pulled back, only far enough to turn her head and catch Beca's lips again.

The kiss ended, and Beca whispered, "Wow! If I knew kissing girls was like this, I would have done it a lot sooner."

"I'm the first girl you've kissed?" Chloe asked, surprised.

"Yep," Beca said, tightening her hold on Chloe. "And if I play my cards right, I hope that you are my first for some other stuff."

Chloe laughed when Beca waggled her eyebrows.

"I am unsurprisingly okay with that," Chloe said as she leaned in for another kiss.

Beca ended the kiss and touched her forehead to Chloe's.

"As much as I'd love to continue this," Beca said. "And I would, but why don't we make that cocoa and cuddle together while watching another holiday classic?"

"Just so you know," Chloe said. "There will be more kissing while we cuddle."

"Just so you know," Beca said. "I am unsurprisingly okay with that."

Chloe smiled when she heard nearby church bells ring out.

"It's Midnight," Chloe said. "Merry Christmas, Beca."

"Merry Christmas, Chloe," Beca said, leaning in for another kiss.

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Full prompt from AO3 User RedErin1996: One of them isn't going home for Xmas due to the whole coming out thing and family not approving. The other isn't out either but cares so much that she stays back. Softness ensues, feelings are shared, and they both spend their first Out Christmas together. Angst and fluff together.

#bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #aubrey posen #Christmas 2022 #25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 #bechloeislegit

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Chapter Ten: The Calm Before the Storm

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Avery sat cross-legged in the middle of Jensen's bed, a notebook in her lap and her laptop in front of her. It became a habit after a little while of Jensen living close by. She scribbled something down as she glanced up at her computer screen.

"What class is that for anyway?" Jensen asked as he sat next to Avery. He took in her laptop and her notes but still didn't understand what it was for.

Avery chuckled at Jensen. "I'm doing notes for what my professor wants for my last project. He finally posted what he wanted us to do." She explained as she jotted down some more notes.”

"What does he want you to do?" As much as Jensen was far removed from college since he hadn't been in college for over twenty years, he still liked to hear what Avery was doing. How she liked her classes, what was her favorite professor, what kind of projects she had to do, and if she liked them. It was nice to hear her rant about whatever.

Avery glanced down at her notes and shrugged. "He wants us to write a two hundred to three-hundred-page story. Doesn't matter what it's about, just nothing non-fiction." Jensen's eyes widened. That sounded horrifying. More horrifying than half the shit he had to face on a certain TV show. "I'll probably do two hundred because he wants us to change the format to A5 anyway." Avery didn't seem too upset. She'd written two hundred pages in the span of a week once. And that wasn't even for school.

Jensen was surprised. He knew Avery wanted to be an author but her teacher was basically asking her to write a book as an assignment. "What is it gonna be about?" He asked.

"I got a few ideas. Both pretty gay." Avery winked. "One's basically like Romeo and Juliet but they're lesbians and set on another planet where one of them is royalty.

Jensen commented, "Love a good sci-fi lesbian story."

"The other is about a trans woman navigating her life. May or may not be based on my own experiences but I'll be taking a few creative liberties." Avery hummed, making a quick note.

Jensen thought about which one he'd want to read. He liked both ideas but the latter seemed more personal. He knew bits and pieces of Avery's life before college but never the full puzzle. It was hard to talk about, Jensen knew that. But he wanted to know every part of Avery's life. She'd tell him on her own time. And he knew that too.

"Do you have any plans for Thanksgiving?" He asked softly and they hadn't really talked about it since he moved. Her break for the holiday started in a few days.

Avery was absentmindedly writing a few things she wanted to add to her final paper. "Nah. Roomies will be gone, my friends will be too, and my brother's gonna spend the day with my parents."

Yet another small detail. Jensen's eyebrows furrowed. Her brother was still in contact with their parents? Even after they seemingly disowned Avery. He wondered if Avery felt betrayed. Apparently not.

"Do you want to come to Texas with me? I usually do Thanksgiving but…" Danneel planned it. "So my parents are taking over again." Jensen didn't want to force Avery to come, he knew she'd be fine on her own but his parents specifically extended the offer to her. He was weary of them. They knew she was his girlfriend but what else did they know about her? What else had they found out?

The faint noise of pencil scribbling on paper stopped. Avery looked up at Jensen and studied his face for a moment. She was hesitant. Texas was fun when she didn't know anyone and went to tourist locations. She had no desire to have a conversation with someone who wouldn't like her if they found out she was transgender.

But Jensen's family was important to him. Avery heard the slow, easy Texas accent come out every time his mom called and saw the faint smile. She wondered if his mom knew about her. If she would consider Avery "unnatural." Even worse, she wondered what his father would think. She didn't want to deal with another father figure who thought she was somehow mentally ill for knowing she was a woman trapped in the wrong body. Would Jensen defend her as he said he would? Doubts plagued her mind.

Why the hell not? There wasn't any reason not to find out. At least, then, she'd know for sure. "I'll go." Avery said after a while.

Jensen's eyes lit up with surprise. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Now go away! I'm trying to focus." Avery pushed Jensen away. She unintentionally pushed him right off the bed so he fell with a thump. Her hand flew to her mouth. "Sorry!"

Jensen laughed. The wind was thrown out of him but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Avery was adorable when she thought she might have hurt Jensen. "You ever think my neighbors below us wonder what the hell we're doing?" He asked as he sat up with the help of his elbows.

"Fucking." Was Avery's immediate answer. She lived in a first-floor apartment for a year and, half the time, that was what the people above her were doing.

Jensen picked himself off the floor and stood to ruffle Avery's hair. "I was gonna say rearranging furniture but that works too."

"Rearranging furniture is code for fucking." Avery pointed out.

Jensen shrugged with a small laugh.

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Being in Texas again was weird as hell. Avery didn't have her friends with her. No one to rant to about how nervous she felt. Jensen was there. But she didn't want to bother him. He likely had other things on his mind. Avery was glad Jensen opted to just stay at his house instead of his parents. At least that would be familiar.

As they settled into his room, Avery stretched onto the large bed in the middle. "No wonder you didn't want to sell this house." She hummed. To an outsider, she might have looked calm.

Not to Jensen.

He sat next to Avery and brushed a few hairs away from her face. It was an excuse just to touch her. "We could always cancel tonight." Jensen whispered.

His parents wanted to meet Avery before Thanksgiving and before the rest of his extended family. His brother and sister would be there too. Thanksgiving was tomorrow. Jensen was dreading it as well. But not for the same reasons. He didn't want anyone to make Avery uncomfortable. And he wasn't sure if he would be able to stop that feeling. She deserved to be loved by everyone. Not just him.

"No." Avery sighed. As much as the idea was appealing, she wanted to be prepared for tomorrow. She thought of this dinner as her putting her toes in the water, feeling for the temperature to make sure she could jump in. "I'll go. I just need to shower." She sat up. That always cleared her head. Unless it was one of those times she just felt numb and tired.

Jensen smiled softly. "I could join you." He suggested. He didn't have any ulterior motives. Maybe he would have come up with some if she said yes.

"I'm good." Avery laughed half-heartedly as she grabbed some clothes from her suitcase. She decided on a button-up sweater combo with jeans. Nothing too fancy but respectable.

She wanted Jensen's parents to like her so badly. She didn't know why. Perhaps it was because she was missing what a lot of other people had. A real family. Avery had carved her own little family but it wasn't the same. She didn't have people to go back to when Winter Break came along. She would just text her friends, see what they were doing, and plan a small Christmas party after the break was over. Hell, even Jay had a family to go to down in Georgia.

Occasionally, Avery would get a Christmas card from her brother and a small gift but it wasn't anything meaningful. However, she did save every card he sent. Perhaps they were meaningful but not enough. Not what she wanted.

Sometimes Avery wondered what life would have been like if she never came out. Her parents would still love her. Their perfect, third boy. But she'd immediately shut those thoughts down. She would've never found the friends she had. She never would've met Jensen.

Avery caught a glimpse of Jensen as she closed the door to the bathroom. Maybe they would have met but it never would have been like this. She never would have stood in the middle of his king bathroom getting undressed and ready to take a shower.

elena: if avery rants to me about your family, just know i know where you live

Jensen: Love you too elena

Jensen let out a breath. Elena may have acted like the child of the group but she was very protective as well. If Avery was hurt, best believe Elena would want to have a "word" with whoever did it. Jensen wasn't scared of that. Well, maybe a little bit. He wouldn't want to hurt Avery if he could help it. He just hoped his family would understand he was happy and leave it there.

When Avery came out of the bathroom, her hair was still damp but she was dressed and had her makeup done—just some winged eyeliner and blush. She tousled her hair to dry it best she could. She preferred air-drying her hair instead of using a hair dryer.

"You don't need to try so hard." Jensen chuckled softly. He had a feeling Avery intentionally grabbed some of the more modest clothes in her closet.

Avery crossed her arms and pouted. "Would you rather I went to your parent’s house in a short skirt and bralette?"

"You got me there." Jensen held his hands up in a surrendering gesture. "But I wouldn't mind seeing that."

Avery shook her head, a smile unintentionally making its way to her lips. "Of course you wouldn't."

Jensen smiled as he stood and pressed a kiss to Avery's temple. "That's my girl." He tilted her chin so she faced him. "I haven't seen you smile in a hot minute." She was nervous and Jensen knew why but he wanted to be her shoulder to cry on. And vice versa.

"If something happens…" Avery swallowed thickly, face serious. "We can leave?"

Jensen's eyes saddened as he pulled Avery into his arms. "Of course, sweetheart." The words came out on instinct. Avery was his whole world. The metaphorical light at the end of his dark tunnel. He held her close, clutching onto her as if she would slip from his arms.

Avery set her chin on his shoulder and sighed, eyes tired. "You give good hugs." She mumbled softly. She simultaneously wanted to fall asleep in Jensen's arms and felt energized. Like she could run a marathon.

They stood there for a few moments, Jensen rubbing at her back before they pulled away. Avery took a deep breath and held it in for a few seconds before she let it go as Jensen put his jacket on. Her heart calmed. But her brain did not.

The drive to the Ackles' house was surreal. Every single home in their subdivision had the American and Texas flags flying in the front. Avery's stomach churned with each one. She leaned her head against the window to feel the coolness of it and she might have wanted to get a small concussion with each bump and pothole in the road as her head thumped against it.

As Jensen parked in the driveway, Avery pursed her lips. The house itself was very normal. Two stories with a double car garage and a sidewalk off to the side that led to the door. Like the others. She wasn't sure if she should feel safe or uneasy. Her brain went with uneasy.

The pair got out of the car with Jensen setting a hand on the small of her back as they walked to the front door. Avery wondered what she should say. Hey, I've had a crush on your son since I was fifteen. Isn't that crazy? The thought almost made her laugh.

Jensen pressed on the doorbell to be immediately greeted by his mother right after. "Jensen!" She smiled with delight and gave him a tight hug.

"Hi, momma." Jensen's Texan accent slipped out as soon as he opened his mouth. Avery simply enjoyed watching the interaction.

Her eyes shifted to Avery, less warm but still happy. "You must be Avery."

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Ackles." Avery offered a hand only to be pulled into a hug as well.

Jensen's mom squeezed her tightly. No wonder Jensen's hugs were so soothing. He got it from his mom. "No need to call me that. Call me Donna." She said after she let Avery go. The hug left her winded. "Your dad, Josh, and Mackenzie are waiting for you." Donna waved the couple inside.

As Donna turned inside, Avery glanced at Jensen who just smiled at her. Avery expected coldness. Not this. It was jarring. She stepped inside the house and was hit with Thanksgiving smells. Pumpkin pie, ham, and sweet potato were what Avery could discern. It had been so long since she had a proper family gathering that she forgot what it felt like… besides all the politics talk and picking apart the meal when the host was gone.

"Jensen's here! Finally. I got here hours ago and momma didn't let me have even one bite." A woman Avery recognized as Jensen's sister, Mackenzie, complained. But it was a fond complaint. She stood from the island in the kitchen and gave Jensen a hug.

He chuckled softly. "Always nice to see you again."

Mackenzie glanced from Jensen to look at Avery and gave her a smile. "You must be the girl my brother can't stop talking about. Nice to finally meet you. I'm Mackenzie."

Avery couldn't form words in her mouth. She hadn't expected Jensen's family to be so… nice. They had to know. Maybe they just didn't care. That would be nice.

"Did you break her on the plane ride here?" Mackenzie joked, nudging Jensen's shoulder.

Jensen had to refrain from making a joke. His family didn't need to know about their sex life. "Nah. She's just nervous." He rubbed Avery's back.

"Sorry. I get anxious when I meet new people." Avery admitted after her brain started to work again.

"No problem, sweetie." Mackenzie smiled in understanding.

Avery glanced at the other two people in the room. Jensen's brother and father. She forgot that not only would she be the most queer person in the room, but that she'd be the youngest. They looked as if they were sizing her up. So this was where she'd feel an immense amount of dread.

Sometimes Avery wondered if she became a woman just because she hated men so much. It wasn't the main reason. But perhaps it was part of it.

Donna started setting ceramic trays on the dining room table. "C'mon. Sit! Let's eat." She encouraged with a wide smile. "Would you like anything to drink?" She asked as Avery and Jensen sat.

"Um, I'd like—"

"You know where it is, Jensen. I was asking Avery." Donna wiped her hands on her apron.

Avery's eyebrows raised. "Oh, uh, do you have any apple cider? If not, water's fine." She felt dumb after asking. Apple cider was a child's drink. Why would an older couple have some? But it was her favorite drink when fall came along.

"Oh, yes! Alan, can you get it? I think it's in the fridge in the garage." Donna set her apron on a hook hanging from a cabinet before she sat down. Alan simply stood and left to procure the cider without a word.

Jensen could sense Avery's surprise and leaned to her ear to whisper, "One of my mom's friends has an orchard so they get cider every year."

"Oh, cool." Avery hummed. Sometimes she was bad at showing her enthusiasm and she forgot that people who didn't know her deeply didn't know that. It was just something that would happen.

As the table started to grab servings of ham and mashed potatoes—the menu for that night since Donna had saved everything else for the next evening—more conversation started.

"So, Avery," Jensen's father started. "What's your plan after college?"

Avery had a feeling he thought she'd leech off of Jensen. She played with her potatoes a bit. They were delicious—nicely seasoned—but she was missing her handy garlic salt. She wanted to taste something familiar. "I want to get my doctorate. At my university, they have this program where I can teach as I get it so I'll probably do that. After that, I wanna write. Be an author."

"For Avery's final project for a class this semester, she's basically gonna write a book." Jensen added. He was proud of Avery and he wanted to show it. He could never have even thought his next partner would be nearly as wonderful as Avery. Her ideas, her weird sayings, how she was still able to love even after all the things she went through.

Josh decided to speak then, interest piqued. "A book? What's it about?"

Avery didn't feel hungry anymore. They hadn't brought up the elephant in the room yet and Josh had done it accidentally. "I have two ideas. Haven't started writing it yet." She tried to deflect.

"Which one are leaning more towards?" Josh pushed. Not hard. It was an innocent question. But it felt suffocating.

Open the can of worms. "Uh, one's a lesbian love story and the other is based on me. As a trans woman." Avery knew she could've lied. Come up with two perfectly "normal" topics on the fly. But she didn't like lying. She wanted to know what Jensen's family was like. No more dancing around.

Josh sat back in his chair, deflated. "Oh." Was his very eloquent answer.

Tension rose from zero to a hundred. The table was silent for a while.

"Does anyone here have a problem with that?" Jensen outright asked, his gaze hardened. He wouldn't take any shit if they did and he'd make their own Thanksgiving dinner at his house if he had to.

Alan knew the look in Jensen's eyes. It was similar to the one he wore when he played Dean and he had to put on a brave face to save someone important to him. "Are you happy?" Was his response.

"You have no idea." Jensen's eyes softened.

"Are you happy?" This time, the question was aimed at Avery.

She was shocked Alan would ask her. She tried not to let it show. "Very."

"Then I don't have a problem with it." Alan said with a knowing smile. Josh and Mackenzie agreed.

Donna chimed in with a soft smile. "Jensen, we don't care who you love as long as they love you too. And, Avery…" She frowned for a moment. "I'm sorry if you felt like you couldn't talk about yourself. I understand we are in Texas and it's not the safest for you here."

"Look, if Jensen's busy tomorrow doing whatever and one of our aunties or something is getting on your case, come to me. I'll fend 'em off for you." Mackenzie said, a fire in her eyes.

Avery almost broke down. Her eyes welled with tears but she was able to keep them down. She was accepted into the family and that felt good.

avery: i think I'll be good tomorrow

elena: why? no transphobia found?

avery: no

avery: well, at least not in his parents or siblings

elena: okay minute slay

elena: however i will drop everything if i sense an OUNCE of transphobia in that house tomorrow

avery: i look forward to it <3

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seldomscilence16 · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 6: Proof of Life

Fandom: TMNT

Prompts;

Ransom video

"I've got a pulse"

Screams from across the hall

Should I be putting summaries? Idk thats a lot of work. Theyre all basically "expect nothing and you may be pleasantly surprised."

A small note that this will have elements from mutiple eras of TMNT, but I'll try not to make it too confusing.

Mikey would never say it outloud, but he was a trouble magnet. His brothers had their own levels of mischief making and finding, but Mikey- for all he made- it found him more often than not first.

Usually they could get out of it pretty quick, it wasnt often Mikey was alone after all, but of course he cant always have the lucky streak of making it home. Hes had his close calls, injuries and near deaths, but he knew with their lifes and luck, it would only be a matter of time.

He had been by himself for once. A quick jaunt to see his friends that he'd made many times before, one his brothers had grown used to him taking. They wouldn't look for him for awhile, its not like his visits are ever really planned, perhaps by morning, but most likely not until night falls again.

That being said, its not like he knows the time. It had been around 6pm when he went topside, when he'd found a young mutant- a child, a little frog- and had stopped to help, that help had turned into an ambush. He'd told the child where to go for safety, Mikey could only hope they got away, since he was not so lucky.

He didn't know this group, but they called him "yokai-scum" so he can only assume it will not be a pleasant, or rather it will be getting worse. He wouldnt exactly call his current predicament anything nice.

Chained to the ceiling, Mikey's shoulders ache something terrible, his wrists have since gone numb and tingley, and hes quite aware of several aches and pains, but hes sure they will be the least of his worries soon.

He wants to go home.

"What the heck?"

A clatter, a large thud, two pairs of eyes turning towards the lab.

"WHAT THE HECK?"

"Uh... Donnie?" Leo is hesitant to know what ailes his brother, and almost hopes to be ignored.

"UNSOLVED SCIENCE HAS NO PLACE IN MY LAB!"

"That nerd code for magic?" Raph questions quietly, getting a maybe shrug from his blue masked brother.

Before more can be said, Donnie storms into the room, laptop in hand, and looking just as mad as he sounded.

"What happened Don?"

"Someone sent a crypted file, except it wasnt sent it just... appeared. No one even knows I own this laptop aside from you guys! How could someone just-"

He stares at the screen, face blank, eyes trained on whatever he sees.

"Donnie?"

They recieve no answer, so hesitantly the two move to look over his shoulder, and like a semi truck just ran them over, they lose all air.

Their baby brother, hanging there, bleeding and beaten. A typed note runs across the bottom of the video,

'The location of the yokai, or he dies.'

Mikeys finger twitches, the only other movement besides his slight sway with every rasping breath, and their eyes are all drawn to it.

They would be getting their brother back.

...

Mikey loves being right in most cases, though he rarely gets credit for it, this is probably the only times he wished hed been wrong. He wished his luck had held out longer, he wished he wasnt here, he wished he had planned out his trips, or not gone out at all... but if he hadnt that frog child might have been taken instead...

But his brothers wouldnt give out the location of the hidden city, not to the one place mutants could go for safety, where yokai were safe from humans, they were protectors and Mikey was fine with that.

He'd find an opening to escape, hes sure of it, his brothers would have already, or not gotten captured at all. So he could too, he just needed a moment. He'd escape, and find that frog child, and make sure these guys didnt hurt anyone else. He was a ninja, and he could be ruthless and smart and perfectly cabable too.

Another wave of pain, his jaw clenches to stay silent, he wouldnt give in. What was a little pain? Sure hes pretty sure his plastron shutes shouldnt be doing what theyre doing, and thats quite a puddle beneath him, and yeah his eye sight is going in and out, but he'll be fine, he just needs an opening.

Something schuelches, a pain belayed follows and he cant hold it back,

He screams.

...

Leatherhead and the Mutanimals had the child. Moments after the video ended and the phone rang, nearly causing them to jump from their shells. Mikey mustered the strength to tell them one thing, twitching his finger to spell 'frog'. It had made no sense of course, until Leatherhead mentioned a scared frog mutant child who claimed to have been saved and sent by Mikey.

That child was their only lead, and surprisingly, a damn good one.

Theyd called in every friend they had, anyone willing to either save Mikey or stop a yokai hunting group. Unsurprisingly, Mikey won out, the hunters were just a bonus, or a chance for revenge.

They'd collected and headed out in a timely manor, but it wasnt quick enough, not when Michaelangelo was in danger. Every second was only adding to their anger, anxiety, and vengence.

The building is subpar, unassuming, easily surrounded. The brothers, April, and Casey head in through one of the windows. The few people lingering inside are taken out with far more speed and force than usual. Mercy was not on their mind.

Donnie is working to locate Mikey as they go, moving to clear the building as quickly as they can and get their brother back into safe hands. They work as a unit- missing a member, a piece, a brother- like the trained ninjas they are, there should be nothing to phase them as they work for their goal.

That scream however, echoing up from another floor, has a chill up their spines and a falter in their steps. Casey and April almost lose them when they take off in a dead sprint, having never heard the youngest make such a noise.

Where they land blows on the hunters they pass is random and unrestrained, but no one is focusing on whats left behind, simply locating Mikey, and the person who dared to pull such a noise from him.

"Shi* is it dead?"

The door hits the wall hard enough to shake a hinge lose, two men-burly and tall- stand beside an unmoving Mikey. Donnie's face goes blank, with a simple swing the two are pushed away and towards his brother and friends, his only sight is his only baby brother. The noises behind him assure that the goons are getting what they deserve, but Donnie wishes so much worse on them.

Hes pulling out supplies and trying to determine a first move, to keep his cool until later when hes allowed to feel. Because Mikey took on the role of Medic as much as he could, but now it was up to Donnie, to make sure he could be anything once more.

In moments like this, Raph understands his color more. When red edges his vision and anger burns like a fire in his heart. Each blow stokes the fire, a snarl on his lips, and for once the aid of others does not anger him more, it brings him a sick satisfaction to see Leo or Casey or April land a blow, every one deserved ten fold. When its over, its too soon, the two goons unmoving and not nearly as punished as Raph would have liked. But Mikey has always been one of the few who could draw him from his red hazes, even in this silence, he is drawn to his little brother.

Donnie has him layed on the ground now, using one leg to pillow his head as he streches across him to do what he can. Donnies movements are frantic, and that perhaps is what has him speaking,

"Don, is he..?"

"I've got a pulse." He says simply, "but we need to get him out of here. He needs more than I have right now."

They're already moving, aided by Aprils powers to smoothen the ride, they hurry their way home, knowing the others will take care of the rest.

...

....medical jargon, maybe some magic, the good stuff....

...

Waking up is strange after a near death (does it count as a real death if you come back?) Experience. You see things, wonderous meaningful things, but the more you wake, the more the details fuzz, like a simple dream though you know it was more.

After such an experience, you expect pain and lingering something to remind you of it all. At the best of times, you wake and feel nothing, like you havent quite left that beyond and the wind you had become one with still carries you. When Mikey wakes, he knows theres pain, hidden somewhere behind drugs and something glowing in his aura, but it is pleasantly dulled in a way he hopes to mean safety.

A hand on his head, smoothing his brow, confirm this further, and leans into it ever so.

"uh'Live?" He slurs hoarsely

"Yeah bro, we got you, youre safe now."

"Frg?"

"Shes safe too, shes already drawn you as a hero. Rightfully so."

"'Issed you."

Something wet hits his cheek as a forehead rests against his, a wet gasp follows before a soft,

"Yeah, we missed you too. We're glad your back."

Hands on his ankle, in his own, his arm, his knee. Theyre all safe. He made it home. So why are they sad?

"We wont ever let this happen again Mikey. We promise."

Thats a tall promise to keep, but Mikey didnt want to argue,

"Love you guys."

"We love you too baby bro. All the time."

Theres the ghost of an embrace, a light wind, an old friend from... somewhere, and the lightest kiss to his forehead. Motherly in a way hes never known, but warm all the same, he hopes his family feels it too. Theyre his heroes, theyre the best, and one day he would be just like them.

#whumptober2022 #no.6 #ransom #proof of life #teenage mutant ninja turtles #fic #mild torture #blood mentions #fighting #bad guy death #mikey angst #michaelangelo angst #tmnt #brotherly love #protect him at all costs #wibbly wobbly timey wimey #angst

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sumeragi-hokuto · 2 years

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I fully understand if it’s impossible but do you plan on finishing this project?

Hi to you and everyone else still following this blog. It's probably been what, almost two years since I last posted anything?

Short answer: probably not, though I want to.

Long answer: So a lot happened. I got my laptop back after the water damage and everything was wiped. Everything. Not just TB. I DID have some backups of the raws for volume 5, but I lost the rest of the completed pages that I'd been working on which put me back several weeks. Combine that with the stress of starting a new semester of college with a broken laptop, in a new place, with COVID messing everything up... I basically lost all motivation to keep working on TB. Time passed and I got more and more guilty about not posting, so I told myself that I would just work in larger batches that meant when I did post, I could post a ton in order to make up for all the time when I did not. Of course, that started to stress me out too, and so all it meant was that I kept delaying everything even more because the idea of doing MORE than usual after being gone so long was so daunting I couldn't bring myself to make the first step. Time passed. I got a job and was doing both school and work, which took a lot of time, and ended up committed to a group that took 9 hours per week minimum. The semester went by, and the next, and then was my final semester and my thesis. Keep everything from before and add in *that* time commitment...

By the time I was ready to get back to TB, I'd graduated. And my school pulled my Photoshop license basically the second my diploma was in hand. Buying Photshop will take me $22-35 a month, and Adobe is so weird with their commitments and forcing you to keep it for a long time or putting a cancelation fee on you that I keep worrying I'll miss something in the fine print and end up having to pay way more than anticipated. So basically, trying to get Photoshop back would cost a lot of money that I don't exactly want to pay given how long I think it'll take me to do these scans. It's just me working on this. There is no one else. I have a lot of things I want to do in my life, and paying for another year or two of Photoshop will put me out a few hundred bucks that I would like to put in savings. I guess I could really buckle down and try to get huge chunks done at once, but I need some other life things to calm down a bit.

If this seems like excuses excuses...yeah. pretty much. I have a million excuses and none of them are great. I loved this project and it brought me a lot of joy, but now I've come to a financial decision that has kept me from coming back to this.

That and the other big thing, which was the idea of "Oh. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this." Because while I may not be earning any money by doing this, I'm also not paying anything to do this. The profits aren't going to CLAMP or anyone official. People are reading their material without them earning a single penny. And sure, I read every CLAMP manga I've ever read on unofficial online sites before buying them myself (so, I read without paying before I fell so in love that I did). But should I be doing this? What happens if CLAMP or whoever owns the licensing does a crackdown one day?

I'm already so far in it probably doesn't matter. I'm not going to go delete everything I've ever posted. So why not just finish what I started?

I think it comes down to shoving down the guilt of the absence and the worry of whether I should or shouldn't be doing this and figuring out financially (and time-wise) if it's truly worth it. Like I said, I loved this project. I love TB. I have a ton of fun making the pages. But it takes a lot. It will take more from me now than it ever has with the added financial burden and the fact that I have way more commitments than I did when I started (which was, I think, actually in high school. And here I am now with a college degree and a real world job).

So that's the long answer: Will I finish this? I don't know. I really want to. I just need to figure out a way to make it work. That'll require some shuffling on my part. Some figuring stuff out. Some weighing my options. I can't say yes because I don't want to promise something and not give it, which has historically been what I've done when promising more frequent updates that never increased in frequency.

So to both you and the few other people who've messaged me in this long gap, or to the ones who said such nice things when I first mentioned my broken laptop and losing everything and all the kind of sucky stuff that happened nearly 2 years ago now...Thank you for caring. It does mean a lot. It's really nice to know that people actually appreciated the effort I put in, and that they're still thinking about me (or at least, about what I can do for them). I've never stopped thinking about this blog. I used Photoshop for my thesis and every time I opened it I told myself, "maybe next time I open this will be for TB." It even was. I think I did one more set at some point, never posted because of that thing I mentioned about feeling guilty and wanting to make a mega post.

With that I'll finish off for now. Apologies for the giant blob of text. I don't feel like proofreading this right now. I still have stuff I need to get done today. Real life calls. I hope that one day I will be able to get back to this. I'm just not sure when, or if it's even feasible.

Thank you,

Mariyekos.

#not a set #ah.

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itskyliedarkplaz · 2 years

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Sword bounded

Chapter: 1

Prologue

I seriously have the worst luck, don't I? Mom told me to clean the attic on the day off! Daman is lucky that he has his club thing that he needs to do. And that's not even the worst part! While I was cleaning the attic (it's a good thing our attic is not like the other creepy attics), some boxes almost fell on me!!! And now that room is even messier and I probably have a head injury! Why does this happen to me? I should be used to this, but I still get surprised.

"Aria!! Are you alright?! I heard a loud crash" [Aiyana's mother said coming hurriedly]

Mom helped me get up from the floor, and I got up but something sharp fell on my ankle. My mom sighed looking at me, "You should be more careful!"

"I was being careful Mumma!"

"Ok, ok, let's see if you are hurt anywhere"

"So mom, are you going to tell me about the new book you were going to publish?" I asked my mom as she took out the first aid kit.

"It's not a new book but a story I wrote during my time in high school, it's honestly really bad." Mom said as put the medicine tube and bandage down on the table and started to apply it on the injury in my arm, "I don't know why I even wrote it. I mean I even created a side story!"

"Well, then why are you even posting it?"

"That's because I want people to know that not everything starts off as perfect. I want to show people that people don't just start off with a masterpiece. Our talents are like seeds, we need to thoroughly water them to let them grow, if we let them go at one point, they might wilt."

"Yeah, but why do they need that anyways? Yeah but don't people know that they need to work hard so they can be successful in life?"

"That is true, but people sometimes lose confidence after some people become successful they feel like it's 'just a waste of time' or 'the other's work is much better than mine I should probably give up' stuff like that makes people insecure. We can do nothing but this is the least I can do"

"Wow... That's surprisingly nice"

"Ohh, you don't think I am nice?"

"Hmm, maybe? But when are you going to publish it in your website?"

"Why are you asking? Do you want to read it?"

"Well, yeah. You know that I love reading your books!"

Mom chuckled after hearing me say that and patted my head. She got up and said "Alright but don't tell anyone about this, even friends. I have it on my laptop, let me just get it."

"Okayyy"

After my mom left I punched my hand in the air and did a little happy dance. I love reading my mom's books, she is a world wide known writer, with her most famous story 'The little Star' series.

Hmm, I shouldn't just idly sit here, I guess I can fix some.

Many people think I would be a writer (donno why they think that) but I am more into art and craft, embroidery, origami, painting sketching, calligraphy, sewing, knitting, and much more!

My brother is the smarter one, I am not good at studies and never have been, and even if I try I won't be able to compete with my brother. But that's fine! All of us have our ups and downs! I may be average in looks and studies but as long as I am good in art, I'll be satisfied with myself.

"Aiyana!" I heard someone call my name

"Oh, hello Mausa! Do you need something?" I replied

My family moved foreign when I was six, coincidently the rest of our family lives here too, so we all live in a big house together, though some came quite..... bothersome.

"Where is your brother?" asked my other mausa, Surandra

"Oh, he's at school, it was supposed to be a holid-"

"Then why aren't you going to school? Oh my, Did you lie to your mother?"

"...No, like I was saying before, it was supposed to be a holiday today but my brother needs to go since he has some club thing he needs to do."

"Oh, is that so. Hmm, alright"

"Do you guys need anything else?"

"No, you can go"

"Okay, bye"

My family owns a rather big house due to my mom's famous carrier, while there is only my mom, brother, and grandma and my my aunty and her daughter, so it has just been us. But from time to time our relatives come and visit us. I don't really care about them but I know they don't like me because I look more like my so-called father whom I have never heard from before. I have only met him a few times but they weren't rather good. I don't really get how me, looking like him make them dislike me, I mean I am me not him. Well, I can't do anything about that it's better if I don't want to waste my time on stuff like that, if they don't like me that's fine, it's their loss.

"I am back!!" My brother shouted as he came in.

"Yo! You look rather happy."

"Yo! Where is mom?"

"She should be in her office, so how was-" before I could finish, my brother rushed to my mom's office. I followed behind him, calling out to him.

"Hey! What happened?!" I asked him but I only got ignored in the end.

Daman went to my mom's office and said in an excited voice, "Mom! I won the national maths quiz, I came in as first!!!"

My mom got the brightest smile on my face i have ever seen before and rushed to hug my brother, "Oh my god! I am so proud of you Daman! You have made me so proud!!"

"Oh nice, Congrats dude" I went and did our signature handshake (don't tell Aisha we did that)

Our happy family was soon interrupted by some of our relatives(Were they seriously eavesdropping on us?) "Oh my! This calls for a celebration!!" one of my uncles said enthusiastically and gave my brother a pat on his back, "You have certainly proved you are the man of the house here!"

"It doesn't sound like a bad idea." My mom said "Oh and we can do it for Aiyana too, she got 3rd prize for her art competition too!"

Wait wa? But I got my results tomorrow, and it's not like it was a big deal either way. I only got a third prize which is incomparable to my brother's achievement, I mean he got first prize in MATHS QUIZ!! I only got the 3rd prize in arts. I wanted to argue with my mother but Mausa, Surandra. "Didi, no offense but shouldn't we just celebrate for Daman? Aiyana already got her prize yesterday, and Daman still hasn't received his prize yet plus he won a maths competition, I think it is better than any art competition"(for the last statement he gave me a stingy side eye).

"Yeah, Surendra is right Didi, c'mon I am sure Aiyana would understand" Mausa Suraj agreed, while giving me a nasty side eye.

"Well, if you don't like it you don't need to come." my mom said with a stern tone. She looked so cool while saying that.

"D-didi, I was only advising you na. Why are you getting so angry about it?"

"Hmm alright" My mom said before turning to my brother, "Why don't go and freshen up? Are you hungry?"

While my mom was talking to my brother, my mausa's quickly fled from the scene (did mom seem that scary to them?). "Y'know mom they are right. I only won 3rd prize, it's not even that special. Plus, it's Daman's day, not mine."

"Aiyana, you still won 3rd place right? There were so many participants but it was you who got 3rd. You shouldn't listen to what your mausa's says." My mom reassured me with her comforting words.

"They are probably jealous that you have better art skills than them" Daman joked

"Yeah, totally Bhaiya." I replied while chuckling at his joke. "If Bhaiya is fine with it, then so am I"

We looked at my brother for an answer he shrugged and said, "I am alright with it"

"Alright then, If you are fine with it then I am too." I said with a smile.

The party (well i guess it was just our family) went fine, everyone enjoyed themself. Neither me nor my brother really aren't interested in parties but we do bear with them from time to time. Oh and my mom gave me her book to read and it was... okay. While it has a good plot there are many plot holes in the story. Like the prince didn't like people who lack confidence or appear weak but when the heroine has a 'weak body' and self-esteem and she is basically given everything without much effort. It would be nice to see her struggle and do things on her own to get her own goals but nope, whenever she is in trouble, she just calls for her knight in shining armor or her prince charming (I don't know why I feel like she is a pick-me girl). The side character is way more interesting than the MC! I don't want to tell my mom about this, how bad this story may be my mom was the one who wrote and it may not make any sense but the world-building is excellent. And I loved the side character and the villainess! OMG, she is A~MA~ZING~!! Purple hair with red eyes! She sounds so beautiful! 'The butterfly of the society!! That sounds like such a cool name!!! I like the second male lead too! He is a magical knight with a magical sword, who is searching for his lost sister.

When I was reading the story my mom told me that she wrote some stuff about the side characters too! And there is even about the sister of the second male lead! Kylie Everette the long-lost sister of the second male lead. I think I forgot to mention that the crown prince (Male lead like always) and the second male lead are cousins, they fight to the death, with the ML(male lead) coming out as victorious. And the second male lead dying without ever finding where his dearest sister went. The FL is sad for him for literally two seconds and then go to her prince charming and congratulates him. Oh, and did I tell you about the two other male leads who died while protecting or curing the FL. It was kind of disappointing that the male leads died the way they did, they had sp much potential.

I was soon brought back to reality when I suddenly was distracted by the vibration I felt on my phone and then pick up to see that my mom had sent me a file with the title "Backstories of SC".

I immediately looked up and made eye contact with my mom she had a massive smile on her face. She looked at me and winked. I smiled and quickly opened it, I have got to read it!

After reading the Backstories of the side characters, I was really excited to talk to her. I quickly went to talk to my mom and we discussed about it but my mom got dragged away by the adults, I felt really tired and went to sleep. I woke up thirsty and went to the Kitchen to get a glass but while I was going to the kitchen i heard some noises coming from the dining room. It was our relatives and... grandma?!

I could hear them talking, the conversation went like this

"Today was amazing, wasn't it. Yes, I could be more proud of Daman" Suraj mausa said (I mean who wouldn't be he is so awesome)

"Yes, but I don't know why didi, insisted to make a party for her daughter! I mean, she isn't good at school nor good at art either, if she was she would have got first place" Said Surendra Mausa

"I don't even know why Didi keeps her with her, I mean she could have just left her at the orphanage" I heard my Mausa say, and then he started cackling

A third voice came up which took me by surprise "Well this is what we should expect of Roy's child, I mean he was basically a good for nothing fool who had no job. I guess she inherited it all from him"

The voice belonged to grandma?!!

I know that my other relatives dislike me but I didn't really expect it from grandma. Wow, that... really hurts. I guess i was to hurt by the new information that I have gotten that I didn't notice the vase near the shelf and bumped into it. The others heard it and i could hear them question about it inquiring if they should investigate the source of the sound, I quickly fled like a coward, I was scared I reached the staired and heard some call me, I flinched

"Aiyana, I knew it would be you." it was Surendra Mausa. "Of course it had to be be you, you are the trouble maker of this family."(I took a step back, he reeked of alcohol)

"What do- do you mean?" I managed to ask

"My sister was happy before you and that man came into this household" He stepped a bit closer ad put his hand on my shoulder "There is no need for you here, never come back" and with that, he pushed me.

Huh? I don't know why but I expected this. I guess this is how I die. I am sorry mom. I am sorry Daman. For leaving you guys so soon

Then everything turned black.

I opened my eyes but My body felt weak. I felt.... tiny?

Wait why can't I move my body?!

"That's my little sister?" I heard someone say.

"Yes young master"

Y-young master?! What's going on?!

#reincarnation #manwha #manga #female lead #fantasy #writing #flowers #sword bounded #Chapter 1 is out!!! AYYY #I will do my best to post chapter 2 as fast as I can #shitpost #fantasy shit #isekai

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THE BEGINNING OF EVERYTHING - Chapter 1

A break. She had just needed one week to herself. One week to decompress and only think about the small tasks of a normal day.

Jerry couldn't even give her that. One of her bosses at Tomlinson & Moore Law firm had called her that morning near hysteria, begging her to come back with a frenzy of promises to lighten her work load if she did. Rolling her eyes Breanna scoffed and chided him as she stood in front of her expansive bedroom window and watched New York City come to life below her.

"Jerry, don't promise me things you know will never change. Didn't anyone ever teach you it's rude to get a girl's hopes up?"

He fumbled over his words and she finally decided to have pity on the poor man. He was upwards near retirement and he was just trying to keep the most 'in demand' law firm running smoothly until he could pass the baton. She hoped that baton would be passed to her. With that thought alone she sighed in resignation.

"Okay, okay. Fine. I'll cut my week off short. What's the big case that has you groveling?"

Clearing his throat as if he couldn't voice the truth, Bre felt dread wash over her. Furrowing her brows she knew that could only mean one thing. Their biggest client was calling and he always insisted, more like demanded, that he would be dealing only with Breanna Dugas. It was a curse and a blessing. A curse because his dealings were shady to say the least. They all knew he was a criminal, but a well funded one, so naturally that changed the firm's partner's minds about everything concerning him. Something she would quickly change once she was in the position to do so.

The only good thing about him was he was deliciously attractive and she was always a sucker for a good view.

"I'll be there in thirty." Jerry seemed to appreciate her silent understanding and hung up without more groveling. They both knew she really didn't have a choice. She was just relieved it had been him who called her instead of Conrad Moore, his partner. The conversation would have held a lot less pleading and more threatening demands. She rushed to her room and tried not to let her original plans for the day cross her mind. Today was going to be self-care day. She didn't planon leaving her high rise all day. Huffing she picked the most conservative dress suit she had that was recently dry cleaned. It was black with little white pin stripes that sparkled if you looked hard enough, but otherwise is was one of the more ordinary outfits she owned.

There was no reason to wear anything that was flashy around Damien Brickhouse. She needed his focus solely on the case and not anything, or anyone else.

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Breanna was on the bottom floor of Central Park Tower in fifteen minutes. Her hair she had left down to billow over her shoulders and down her back in loose waves. She never was big on make up so after mascara, lipstick and a little brow she was ready. Clutching her bag against her side she spotted the company car that Jerry had sent to pick her up and opened the door to slide inside. "Ms. Dugas."

The driver gave her a polite nod and she smiled as she buckled in. "Hey Derek. Thanks for coming to get me with such a short notice." He didn't reply with that which was fine with her. He knew she would want to cram for what was waiting for her when she got to the office. Pulling out her laptop she connected to her hotspot and looked through her most recent emails until she spotted one from Jerry that was labeled 'Brickhouse'. Clicking on it she downloaded the attachment that outlined what Mr. Brickhouse was being charged with by the District Attorney. She almost audibly cursed at what she saw.

"Murder-First Degree."

Damn him. He could probably sense she was relaxing and decided to blow her relaxation to hell. Today wasn't going to be a slow or easy day back.

About ten minutes later Derek pulled up in front of the skyscraping firm. She didn't bother even waiting for him to throw the car in park before she was out and practically sprinting for the front door. People greeted her from right and left and she offered them all genuine smiles, rushed as she may be. Slipping into the private elevator she breathed a sigh of relief for a moment of quiet to gather her thoughts. The floors chimed as the elevator climbed higher and her hard day looked even harder with each passing number.

If she didn't get him off for this charge she knew it was possible it would greatly harm her chances at making partner. The responsibility could be suffocating to keep the approval of the partners but it was worth it to pick and choose the cases she wanted to defend. If she did win, she would be a shoe in for the coveted seat at the big boy's table. Painting on a confident face she exited the elevator and was immediately greeted by one of the grunts that did most of the trivial things that Bre needed. Her expression wasn't as bright as Bre hoped hers was.

"Mr. Brickhouse is in the conference room near your office." Deena looked apprehensive but fell into step behind Bre as she made a beeline for the conference room. "Also, it's good to have you back. I thought Mr. Tomlinson was going to have a hernia when Mr. Brickhouse called this morning."

She huffed out a laugh at how entertaining that probably was and let Deena see her sligh smile of amusement. "I can't say yet if it's good to be back. I had a full day of self-care and chick-flicks planned." Deena gave her a sympathetic look and parted ways without another word as she got closer to the conference room. If anyone knew how much pressure Bre was under it was Deena. The girl saw all of it since she was the one that spent the most time with her at the firm.

She caught glimpses of the back of Damien and Jerry's head through the tall glass pained conference room that was sound proofed for those outraged clients they occasionally had to deal with. Today, she just may be the one yelling. This man was intitled and irritating as fuck. Reaching for the doorhandle she wrenched it open with frustraton and marched in without so much as a glance Damien's way. "Mr. Tomlinson, sorry I'm a little late."

Breanna lowered herself into one of the plush office chairs and scooted in with one motion. She spied their glasses a quarter of the way full with what she assumed was some top shelf whiskey and resisted the urge to snort at the absurdity of it. The partners groveled at his feet and it made her stomach churn. She knew justice was blind but she wasn't. She would defend him and he would absolutely know she wasn't pleased about it. Opening the file that was sat neatly in front of her she flipped it open and finally brought her gaze up to Damien's.

"Mr. Brickhouse. Would you like to explain why the DA is charging you with murder?"

His gaze flicked over her with bold appraisal, a smirk on his lips like he wasn't charge with a seriously punishable offense. His eyes danced with what she realized was amusement that made her clench her jaw in frustration. Finally he lifted a shoulder in a shrug and picked up his glass to drain it with one swig before slapping it back down. He leaned forward on his arms and outright grinned.

"Easy. I didn't do it and you're going to take my generous retainer to this firm as incentive to get me off."

#BreannaDugas #Roleplaying #serendipity

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xoteajays · 8 months

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I always have notes on every device in case something happens.. Like my photo, laptop and whatever else I'm using. Because with the luck I have, I would lose what I consider valuable data on if something were to happen to any device. Definitely one thing I hate about technology too. I think technology companies to this one purpose. Greedy cunts.

But yeah.. Names. You would think the names wouldn't appear since I know names are always spelled differently, in any other countries too.

Names are names. Not words. That should be completely different.

Well... Those thoughts are connected? Kind of. Because when anyone thinks of black cats (besides the superstitions), people would think of either Halloween or witches. Maybe both. Or my cousin's cat from my perspective. And how can't someone not love black cats? Pretty kitty.

I am the type of person who cares more about animals than humans.

Obviously when it comes to your own stories, your own ships, you will be able to write those ships however you want.. Anything can happen if it's believable enough in a well written way. That works for anything.

Rocky definitely seems open minded to someone's style... But I admit that I may actually be biased on the whole concept of his girlfriend as someone who wears mostly dark fashions since he wears mostly light fashion. She wears mostly black, he wears mostly white. With just the occasional splash of color mixed in too (like with Rocky's red gloves).

And Orange's style depends on her mood. Because her style could be a mix of different styles. She wears what she likes. So like somewhere between biker, punk, bohemian and tomboy styles; but with feminine looks to their style. If that makes sense. So Orange's style is eccentric in a way. So she just wears what she's in the mood to at that moment.

Blue's style is between punk and tomboy.. The most feminine I can be able to imagine her is if she's wearing makeup or jewelry. The makeup she wears isn't heavy makeup either (eyeliner, mascara, chapstick) so her style is completely feminine. And it even depends on what jewelry she wants to wear. She won't wear daggling jewelry in a fights though so she's not stupid enough to do something like that. So there's that.

I don't know about Red yet. And same with White/Green if I've decide to keep her as a H&L character. But that's the style for those two.

Obviously every person has their own preferences in whatever type of person they're attracted to. And how you may want to write any types of characters too. But that doesn't mean you couldn't be curious with what type of person they're attracted to. Looks, personality and style.

Well.. If you ever come to America for whatever reason, then you have to come during winter. Just to experience snow once. But there's also the chance that you'll probably regret it though. Because of the snow.

There are times when you probably won't get announcements. Like if the show ended, you don't always hear about new seasons until some time later. You'll have to find out what happens in the finale episodes.

His character was shot? Oh.. You're talking about Squid Games? With him being listed for this season, does not always mean that character is alive. If he's not officially alive, it could be memories and flashbacks too. Since that's usually the case for certain characters. I don't know.

I'm able to fine some movies to watch right now... Hopefully I can find decent movies. Since there is not that many options this year though.

Revenge? Movie? I don't think so. I watched shows and movies with a revenge plot.. But I don't think I have ever watched a movie titled that though. Nothing that I can remember anyway. I don't think I ever did.

Wait.. Death Note. The anime or the live adaptions? Because that's so different for me. I doubt that I'll watch the live adaptions. So my mind my mind is blanking out on names. But the actors of Smoky and even Arisu were in a live adaption together.. That's just some trivia for you.

I knew that Corpse Party was originally a game, before they created it into an anime. Because I vaguely remember graphic screenshots with the game back when it was popular. But I had no interest in the series though. I don't know. I remember it not appealing to me that much.

Maybe.. I'll search into the series again to see if I feel differently about it. So I'll have to see if my opinion changed since then. Or maybe not.

Oh! Okay.. So I never read Darwin's Game. But I do remember reading the summary to the story before. So it's basically like Borderland, just with a slight difference to the story (being the monsters). That's really the same concept. And I recently read the summary for the High Rise Invasion story. Some of their characters remind me of AIB characters.

Because I've been so caught up with watching a lot of Asian shows or movies lately, and now horror movies, I've been neglecting anime for.. I don't know. Way too long now. So I will have to find a way to balance out every type of show and movie, including anime, that I just want to watch. So that is something that I'll have to figure out how to do then.

Yeah. I can respect that people have their preference in the languages they would watch anime.. But there are quite a few series that I would recommend in English. Basically series where characters would really have accents and foreign languages in English dub, but not really any in other languages. If that makes sense. I don't know how to explain it though. But there's quite a few anime like that. So, yeah. Be prepared.

Red Garden is only a one season series. Well.. One season and an ova, so that won't be a long series for you if you end up enjoying it. But I'm always going to say that the artwork is one of my favorite details with with series. The creator has their own unusual style for the characters but in a way that you'd enjoy, at least I do anyway. I do love this series as it is. And I do love the music too. Now I want to listen to the music.

- 💋

rocky and his gf could match with splashes of red, since red looks good with both black and white. also, ykno, colour of passion an’ romance an’ all that. also links them as partners.

ryuko’s style is pretty far on the girly side. a tad alternative, but mostly girly. a lot of dresses when not in fight situations. probably the most experimental with make up because ykno. she’s got the freedom to try things now that she didn’t before while under her father’s thumb.

hinami is more tomboy-ish and probably wears some boy clothes actually, because you dont really have the option to be picky in nameless. she probably has a couple nicer things, but a lot of the rest is on the boyish side, probably a lotta patchwork stuff and flannels.

yui is, as i said, a lil on the cuter side of tomboy. more just trendy, casual, comfy styles as opposed to actually boyish. like it’s not uncommon to find her wearing skirts or girly styles. she probably wears a lil bit of makeup, like more natural looking make up.

shizuka is like chic tomboy. like baggy pants, button ups, hoodies, leather jackets. some more sporty stuff. probably doesn’t wear a lot of makeup unless maybe at work because she’s bartending/waitressing. yui probably taught her. she’d probably straight up wear hiroto’s clothes and look damn good.

i like the cold tho! give me a cold winter One Goddamn Time. literally the coldest it got this year was barely 14°c (so like, 57°F? i think??). i want to crunch in the snow. give me frostbite. and a reason to actually wear a jacket. i can never wear jackets!

yea his character in squid game got shot, but he’s listed as ‘status: unknown’ so he could still be alive. he was pretty resilient for the whole show, so i’m being hopeful!! his brother who shot him was a pretty major character tho, so i wouldn’t be surprised if ha joon’s role reprisal was for flashbacks.

the anime! i’ve seen bits and pieces of the live action, just because arisu’s actor looked pretty as l. apparently there’s two different japanese live action adaptations, one from 2006 and one from 2015. idk if i’m interested in the live actions tho, but i might watch the anime.

nooo all the red garden links you sent me aren’t available in australia!!! they’re all blocked :( :( :(

was holding off on replying to you so i could watch another ep of worst of evil. so here’s ep8!!

bossman’s in a lot of trouble with a lot of people. got both his chinese associates and another korean gang looking to ‘teach him a lesson’.

cop’s having a real bad time about the informant being dead and the boss looking into the backstories. he’s stressin. one of the cop’s police bosses literally didn’t care that a man was dead so long as their case wasn’t blown. the wife’s worried about her husband so now she’s inserting herself deeper into the undercover situation.

g o d . the fucking romance spaghetti going on here. the boss is into the wife who’s married to the cop who the chinese associate is crushing on. and the wife showed up to go on a ‘date’ with the boss right when the cop was going on a ‘date’ with the associate. it’s a whole gd mess!

the boss is so cute tho, trying to impress the wife with his workplace and taking her somewhere special. he bought her a pretty necklace 🥺

he’s still suspicious tho and poking into his informant’s death. the wife’s got her gun and it seems like she was prepared to shoot the boss if it came to it. ride or die for her husband clearly.

THEY FUCKING KISSED!!!!!!! THE BOSS AND THE WIFE!!!!! GIRL WHAT ABOUT UR HUSBAND?!!!?!??! SHE LIED TO HIM THAT SHE LOVES HIM!!! and not like a short kiss either. like a good kiss. okay yes maybe i watched it a couple times, ha joon doesn’t have many kiss scenes!

HE INTRODUCED HER TO HIS EMPLOYEES AS HIS ‘FUTURE WIFE’!!!! GOD!!!!!!! SHUT UP HE’S SO SMILEY!!!!!!! HE’S SO IN LOVE WITH HER!!! AAAAAAAAAFUCK

both his remaining friends are like ‘isn’t she a cop??!!!? what if she’s using you?!!’ GOD, LOVERBOY IS SO DUMB!!!

THE COP AND THE ASSOCIATE FULL ON MADE OUT!!!!!!! HE WAS THINKING ABOUT HIS WIFE THE WHOLE TIME!!!

also all of these actors are such good kissers. like these are some hella good kiss scenes.

THE KOREAN GANG IS GOING TO ATTACK MY BOY. NOT MY BOY!!!! HE’S JUST TRYING TO HAVE DATE NIGHT WITH HIS CHILDHOOD CRUSH!!!! THE LOOK BACK BEFORE BE RUNS INTO THE FIGHT!! HE WANTS TO PROTECT HER SO BAD AND SHE’S ABSOLUTELY GOING TO BETRAY HIM LATER. and now it looks like we’ve come full circle around to the ambush fight scene from the first episode.

#💋 anon #tj answers #long post //

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katarena · 9 months

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Living Well Is The Best Revenge, Part 9

Sequel to Raphael's Big Mistake.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Just then, Taylor's computer starts bleeping. She stares at it in horror.

"I...I should get that," she says. "That's my mom."

Heart in her mouth, she goes over, puts the computer on her lap and answers the Skype call. "Hi, Mom."

"Hi, Taylor. How are you?"

Taylor tries not to look at the huge turtle in the room, or at the other one coming through the window. "I'm fine."

"Are you? You haven't called or Skyped as often as you normally do, and you only do that when something's wrong and you don't want to talk about it."

Taylor feels all the blood leave her body. She knows Leonardo and Donatello are watching her. "Well, I...I kind of thought I'd been calling too much lately. People I know in New York don't call home every other day."

"I didn't think you'd been calling too much, Taylor. If I do, I'll let you know. OK?"

"OK. Um, I'd better go, got people coming round. Can we talk tomorrow?"

"Of course. I'm looking forward to it. Bye!"

"Bye." Taylor hangs up and closes her laptop, setting it aside. She stands up. "Donnie said you wanted to talk to me."

Whatever this is, she can handle it.

xxxxxx

Leo knew people would look at him and his brothers with fear because they were different. Splinter told them to expect that. What he and his brothers never wanted was for someone to look at them with fear because they'd hurt them. The Foot Clan - that's acceptable. But not an innocent.

(The first meeting with April could have gone better. He'll admit that.)

Taylor's still afraid now; he can see it in her eyes.

Dad promised she was safe and wouldn't be harmed, but she still doesn't believe him. Leo would be lying if he said the thought didn't hurt a bit. He doesn't know what to say to take away that fear - and then he realises there's probably not a lot he can say.

Because he's not the one who should be saying it.

What Taylor went through must have been terrifying, and she hasn't healed from it yet - physically or emotionally.

"When your ribs are better," he says slowly, "we'd like to invite you - and April - to come and see our new home. We'd like some opinions on it."

He crouches down a little bit, so he can look into her eyes properly. "If you do, I promise you'll both be safe."

"Would anyone else be safe?" she asks, her voice shaking a little.

"Always."

#tmnt fanfiction #tmnt bayverse #tmnt bayverse fanfiction #tmnt fanfic #tmnt bayverse fanfic #bayverse turtles #ascended extra #minor character

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trumanlilac · 2 years

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/ / c h a p t e r - f i v e / /

"It's a book." Ross said.

"I realize that but it says property of Katie Strathmore."

"Well it wouldn't hurt just to peek inside, would it?" Ross shrugged.

"Why do you want to see so bad?" Adam asked.

"No I think the question is why doesn't George want to see." Matty crossed his legs, lighting his cig and smirking.

"I didn't say I didn't want to see. I would feel guilty is all..." George faked a laugh. Matty stared at him.

"Did you take her home last week?" He asked.

"Yes...exactly how drunk did you get?" George responded, laughing. Ross and Adam laughed also.

Matty smirked, laughing slightly, "no, you know what I mean."

"God...I didn't go inside." His eyes widened, he laughed out loud.

"How did you get that, anyway?" Adam asked.

"She dropped it, I found it when I was coming out of Elaine's office." He said, flipping it over and looking at the back of it. It was just plain black like the front.

"Oooh, Elaine." Ross raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Elaine. Attractive woman." Matty shrugged.

"She is." Ross nodded.

"Okay fine let's look at it. I'm sure you already did anyway." George said.

"No, really I just saw her name on the front and grabbed it." He stuck his cigarette in his mouth and leaned forward for them all to see, opening the book to the first page. It was filled completely, with art.

No color, just black and white. Pen work.

"Woah..." Adam said, leaning in closer.

"This is amazing," Matty took a puff of his cig and exhaled.

"Holy shit." George said, "she did this...?"

"I guess so..." Matty shrugged, turning the page slowly. They continued to look through the sketchbook. It began to feel more and more personal as they went on...Midway through Matty shut it, "maybe George was right."

Adam shrugged, getting up, "well I'm gonna head home anyway." He said.

"Me too...here I'll drop it off to her on my way. I remember where she lives." George grabbed the book.

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I looked at the door from the couch, slightly nervous. Dad was at work, and we didn't know anyone else...well, I didn't. Maybe it was the neighbors? I shut my laptop and set it on the coffee table. I walked over to the door quickly, looking out the side window. It was George.

I opened the door, regretting it as soon as I remembered I was dressed like a peasant with fuzzy socks on.

"G...George," I smiled, "hey."

"Hey, how are you?" He asked.

"I'm alright." I said, psh, I was lying. I was great, phenomenal ...and embarrassed too...but phenomenal!

"Matty found this...at the office today. I guess you dropped it? I'm just giving it back to you." He handed me my black hardcover sketchbook.

My heart dropped, "oh my goodness, thank you so much..." I took it, I hadn't even known I lost it. "We had bumped into each other and I guess it fell out of my purse maybe." I said.

He laughed, almost what sounded and looked nervously to me.

Nah...not him. He was too attractive to be nervous in front of a peasant in fuzzy socks with a messy ponytail...strands of baby hair curling at ever side of my head damn near.

"Your drawings were amazing." He said.

"You looked at them?!" I raised my voice without realizing.

His jaw dropped, clearly not meaning to have said it.

"Oh, well, we just looked at a couple pages not all of it-"

"We? Matty too?! Adam? Ross?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't--"

"Great." I felt so embarrassed, "my sketchbook is like a diary you know. It's private. Private!" I tried to calm myself down. He looked at me, pulling his hood up.

"I'm sorry...it's raining...I should...probably go." He said.

"Yeah...you should." I said, I didn't even want him to look at me. In my life time I had been more embarrassed than now, but now especially.

He turned around, heading to his car. I watched him, he turned back around again, "you know, maybe you shouldn't keep things like that private. You're talented. That's like if we were to keep our band private...what would be the point?" He said.

I looked at him, trying to understand. He was right. He turned back around, continuing on his way.

"H...hey...want to come in?" I gathered the courage to ask.

He turned around, confused.

I looked at him, hopeful, "my dad's not home." I shrugged.

He smiled and came back to my door. I let him in and shut it behind him.

He looked around, "this is nice."

"Thanks, I guess. It's my dad's so thanking you would almost be like taking credit for it and I don't even own it." Shut up. I always over talked myself when I was in a nervous state.

He laughed, "its fine I understand."

"You can take your jacket off." I looked at him.

"Alright." He said, taking it off, "so...you're not mad right?" He laughed, holding up his hand.

"No. I'm sorry...no one's ever looked at my sketchbook before. I was just a little ...eh.. I dunno. I want to show you something." I hoped it was okay to share it with him...inspired by what he said.

I took his jacket and went into the bathroom, hanging his jacket over the shower railing to dry. Then came back into the living room and sat on the couch, he followed. He was so tall, I felt like a tiny elf next to him.

"How far did you guys get when you invaded my privacy?" I asked.

He laughed, "do you have to say it that way? It makes me feel bad."

I laughed too, "yes, I want you to feel bad!"

It felt like I had known him my entire life. Somehow I felt safe around him. It was the strangest phenomenon I'd ever experienced.

"You're terrible," he pretended to punch me softly on the shoulder, it was the cutest thing I'd ever seen. I laughed and handed him my sketchbook. "Alright, we got to..." he flipped the pages, "here."

I looked, "oh, halfway through. Tell me, was the reason you decided to stop because it was so bad?"

"No," he said quickly, "we were amazed, actually. it's just, we knew we shouldn't go on." He confessed.

"Okay." I took the book back from him, "well...I'm gonna share it with you. The rest." I said.

#omg! a matty healy fanfic #trumanlilac #the 1975 #matty healy #george daniel #ross macdonald #adam hann #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 fanfiction #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writer on tumblr

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1/? Thank you so much for your detailed and fast meta-response! You’re truly amazing and gave me more answers than I expected. The thing I’m getting at is, MXTX presumably writes her ships the way that they’re supposed to be the one and only for each other. She even makes them stay virgins till they can be with their partners. And while I absolutely do believe in making soulmates I also believe that there are people who are much more compatible than others.

Following on from this. More Bingqiu ramblings under the cut

2/? Hualian and Wangxian are very compatible personality-wise and their whole relationship isn’t based only on acts of kindness. Or take Mo Ran. CWN reminds him of a past kindness and his mother so he chooses him as his Shizun. That choice is Mo Ran’s. One part why he likes him is that he’s reminded of a kind home but the other is that he genuinely likes and appreciates his personality. You won’t get this with other people or Shizuns he migh have otherwise chosen.

3/? The same goes for Wangxian and Hualian—they see their partner and appreciate what they see. You say that LWJ might fall in love with another troublemaker but that’s some personal characteristics he might find attractive personally but in comparison LBH seems just like a blind man desperately reaching for any kindness from a father figure. That’s what I don’t like about this ship. And it hurts me because I actually like it so much. Yeah, maybe I am a hopeless romantic but look

4/? Wangxian got infatuated with eo because of their personal qualities, remained by eo’s side because of their choices and stayed together because of their compatibility and appreciation for eo. Same goes for Ranwan. With Bingqiu if you think about it, LBH only saw hero worship, which turned into desperate yearning for love from said father figure but you could literally replace SQQ with whomever else no matter what personality or how (in)compatible & I guess that’s why I find this frustrating.

5/? I genuinely think that you couldn’t just replace one partner from other aforementioned ships and they’d just another partner the same way. From SQQ’s part the choice to stay by LBH’s side is because he genuinely sees who LBH is but LBH doesn’t see him, not because of identity reveal but because he just needs someone-anyone to cling onto and I find that sad, mainly for SQQ. It’s something like a puppy

7/? 7/? You take it home and give it shelter and it loves you unconditionally and would love anyone else who’d do the same for it. And I think that in any relationship the most important part is that: "I see you and I appreciate you," which Bingqiu one-sidedly lacks.

8/END Sorry about my terribly long rant and thank you for letting me air my grievances in your askbox. Idk if you’re on twitter as well but ever since my friend introduced me to your meta and fics I come and check out if you’ve posted something new from time to time as I don’t have an account here. So thanks for being awesome!

9/REAL END I forgot to say thank you for your reddit meta links, I'll look forward to checking them out 😊!

Lmao anon you’re killing me, I read these asks at like half past midnight when I was unable to sleep from a caffeine high, spent the next half hour thinking about it and then finally took out my laptop again to start writing a reply at 1am

Okay, so. I don’t know that there’s gonna be some...singular thing I can point out that will make you suddenly like Bingqiu as much as the other ships you’ve mentioned? We all have our preferences and that’s fine. But I also don’t think that’s what you’re asking me to do anyway, so I’m just gonna reply with my thoughts.

I think I understand where you’re coming from a bit better now, and I do understand how MXTX writes relationships in the “one true love” sense. To be honest, I think she probably wouldn’t agree with me saying that her other MLs could just as easily have fallen in love with other people, but ultimately, I disagree with the notion that there is one person out there who is the “right” person for us to be with. I don’t want to rehash any point I’ve already made, so I’ll leave it at that. I don’t think you’re wrong, however, in saying that of course some people can be more suited for us than others.

I think the reason Bingqiu suffers more from this perception you’ve mentioned, that SQQ could be interchangeable with another person without really changing Binghe’s dynamic on his end, is probably due to a couple of factors. Firstly, even though all three MXTX pairings meet when at least one of them is a child, Binghe is unique in that he was both a child and was practically raised by SQQ during his formative years. (The whole parental dynamic and age gap is something for another essay I don’t feel like writing, so I’ll just leave it at that.) Binghe is kind of fucked up due to his trauma and has pretty much built his entire identity around loving Shen Qingqiu. Everything he does in this novel, he does because of him in one way or another. We can argue about the fact that it’s unhealthy but it is what it is.

Secondly, Scum Villain is a shorter novel. It’s also MXTX’s first novel, and it’s largely a parody of danmei, transmigration and stallion novels. MDZS, TGCF and 2HA have a lot of conflict in them that isn’t directly related to the main couple, whereas in Scum Villain, almost all the conflict is specifically about SQQ and LBH in some way. It has fewer chapters and the characters have less room to breathe and develop, I think. Thirdly, but also following on from this, SQQ and LBH have an outside force meddling with their relationship at every turn. SQQ isn’t perfect by any means, but I maintain that he is at his core a good person who just wants a comfortable life for himself and Binghe. However, due to factors outside his control, he’s literally being held at a proverbial gunpoint to act a certain way. Even with the OOC lock disabled, he can’t be his truest, authentic self when his survival is contingent on pleasing the System. Of course he works around it when he can, but like, when he reunites with Binghe after the Abyss, he’s literally presented with a multiple choice question on how he should answer Binghe’s question about regrets! He holds onto Binghe’s jade token for years not because he’s a sociopath that likes withholding a precious possession, but because he knows it might literally save his life if he saves it for the right moment. He’s at the mercy of the System and could get killed or tortured at any moment.

So all of this is to say that Luo Binghe doesn’t really seem to have much of a personality outside of loving Shen Qingqiu, and Shen Qingqiu has an incredibly hard time letting his personality shine through the limitations that are placed on him. Stuff for them to work out post-canon, etc. etc. etc.

But even so…it’s not like they have no personality. To use my own example that you mentioned in your ask, why is Wei Wuxian being a troublemaker a personality trait that his husband can be attracted to, but Shen Qingqiu being kind isn’t? I kind of glossed over the fact that you called kindness interchangeable in my first reply, but I strongly disagree with that sentiment. There are a million ways to be kind. Luo Binghe loves Shen Qingqiu in a way that was unfortunately influenced by his trauma and the way the System interfered in their lives, but the things he loves about him are his own. Two people can be kind, but it’s not a universal human trait. Shen Qingqiu is kind, and he’s also intelligent and bashful and a bit ridiculous. And Luo Binghe knows all of this. He is twenty-five at the end of the novel; he’s got some pretty messed up ideas about ideal relationships, but I still think we need to give him more credit than assuming he’s not capable of recognising that SQQ is a complex person with multiple personality traits. It might have started out as hero worship, but he gets to see plenty of SQQ’s true self throughout the novel even in spite of all the limitations imposed by the System. If Shen Jiu had shared all these traits, Luo Binghe might have loved him instead, but you could say that about any character in any relationship at all. If a different reader had transmigrated in SY’s place, I’m not convinced that they would have made the same choices Shen Yuan did. There are plenty of readers that would have been perfectly kind to Binghe but wouldn’t have thought to give him a new cultivation manual so he could improve his cultivation techniques in time for the Endless Abyss. There are plenty of readers that would have been perfectly kind to Binghe, but knowing he would be fine wouldn’t have thrown themselves in front of poison for him or taken a hit for him in the dream world. SQQ readily admits that doing things like this was unnecessary, but SQQ is the sort of person that when you give him a split second to make a decision, he’ll put Binghe’s safety first. Always. Even knowing that Binghe was never in any real danger. These are not the actions of a person who is only motivated by their own survival, no matter what SQQ tries to tell the audience. That’s kindness, and it’s a rare quality that shouldn’t be discounted on the basis that if someone else had done it the same way, it would have had the same effect on Binghe’s affections. You could say that about any personality trait under the sun. Maybe Binghe would have loved someone else just as badly if they’d done all this for him, but we’ll never know, because they didn’t, and Shen Qingqiu is the one Binghe loves. He has no interest in changing that. The puppy doesn’t care about all the other possibilities, and neither does the one who took it in. Their relationship is no less special for it.

Okay I’ve already fucked up my sleep schedule for the entire weekend so I’m gonna call it here. I am on twitter though! My handle is bobby_speeds. Thanks again for your questions!!

#svsss #bingqiu #meta #anonymous #hey not to sound thirsty but these posts are cropped for length not bc I don't want ppl to reblog them👀#reblogging is a choice and I don't want people to think I expect it but pls don't feel u can't just because of the readmore lol #svsss meta

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Stare at me

Summary: You frequent a coffee shop only to be met with his dark eyes every time.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre/tags: Smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, if you squint daddy!Jungkook, shy!reader, dirty talk,

a/n: hello! This is my first time writing a fanfic so please be kind! This kind of just fell out of me and developed into something I couldn't control, so.. enjoy! :)

You leaned back with a sigh and threw your notebook on the coffee table. Knowing you needed a well deserved break from studying you decide to head down to the local coffee shop for a caffeine boost.

You emit a big loud yawn and walk to your room down the hall. You decide to exchange your sweatpants with some jeans and put on a bra for the first time that weekend. You give a small huff in the mirror noticing you still look a bit ragged, but who cares? Your not trying to impress anyone and your definitely not trying to turn any heads.

After breaking up with your long term, long distance boyfriend you felt like your life was on hold. You thought you were going to marry this man, have his children in fact. But the sad truth was he had cheated on you and you couldnt let that stand, so you left. Feeling emotionally bruised and sore you had holed up in your on-campus apartment and tried to forget by studying and binging on chinese food for the last few weeks.

The only thing that brought you any joy nowadays was getting some coffee a few blocks down from where you lived. It may have seemed like a small excursion but it got you out of the house and let you take in a fresh breath of air, somehow restoring your will to stand on this planet.

But you would be lying if that was the only reason you visited that coffee shop. Every so often a black haired man at a small table next to the window would be working on his laptop, to say he was handsome was an understatement.

He was jarringly handsome and if you were lucky you would catch eyes with him, only to be completely embarrassed when he caught you staring. But that didnt stop you from looking for him every time you went to the shop only to be met with those dark doe eyes.

You walked down the side walk, a cool breeze hitting your face, making you feel refreshed now that you were being met with crisp air. You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the fact that you were still deeply hurting from your breakup. You silently thought to yourself that maybe it was you. Were you not good enough? Not pretty enough? You guess you could stand to lose a bit of weight. Maybe not good enough in bed? No, do not let yourself go there this was his problem. You were more than an ideal girlfriend and you refuse to blame yourself for his actions.

Almost like he had heard you thinking about him, your phone rings a familiar chime and you lift your phone to take a look.

[DONT ANSWER] 11:46pm

Hey please message me back, i miss you.

Nope, not a chance. Since the break up your ex has been trying to contact you but you wouldnt give him the light of day. There is no way you were going to let him convince you back into his arms and you wouldnt even give him the chance.

You put your phone in your pocket and looked up at your destination. You pull the door open to be greeted with warm air defrosting your body. You take a step inside and almost involuntarily look to your right where that brown haired man normally sat. You were thrilled to see him sitting there studiously staring at his laptop with his eyebrows stitched together, probably figuring out a tough question you assume? Today he was wearing all black, not like he wore anything else, a black oversized tee shirt, a black face mask pulled down to his chin and ripped black jeans. A leather jacket hung from one of the chairs which he had thrown over previously before your arrival. He sighed and leaned back taking a sip of his coffee before looking up.

As if knowing you were going be there at this exact time he met your eyes immediately. You felt embarrassed, obviously for staring so long, but you were a bit bolder today meeting his gaze a little longer than normal. Maybe seeing that text earlier gave you a bit more confidence in knowing you would be fine without your ex, even though you were torn inside.

His eyes didnt back down and he one upped you by cupping his hand underneath his chin and giving you a sexy smirk while tilting his head. This was as much confidence as you were going to show today, as you quickly turned your head and got in queue. Your cheeks burned and admittedly your pussy clenched with desire. You put your face in your hands and shook your head trying to regain your composure. Feeling so hot and blushed.

You didnt notice but the man was quietly giggling and taking you in as much as you were oogling him. Of course he noticed you looking at him everytime you walked through those doors. In fact, he may have noticed you before you had noticed him. When he caught you the first time staring, he was elated. Knowing that you felt attracted to him made this even more fun, and what topped it off was you were so shy. Every time he looked at you, you couldnt help but be incredibly embarrassed and cave in on yourself. He loved that, Jungkook fed off it, each time you walked through the door he pictured more than one things to do to you.

Even catching you in sweatpants drove jungkook crazy. Seeing them hangoff your hips teasing him and wearing a tight camisole made him ache in pleasure. What was it about you that made him dizzy?

Jungkook was an average student but excelled in about everything else. At uni he was very often sought after by women but he had no motivation to chase after anyone. He would have flings here and there but they meant nothing to him. Not even knowing it, jungkook became the white whale around the university. Women would try to reel him in but to no avail, leaving them high and dry. Getting him in bed meant you were of the elite class, earning you a high spot in womens books, often jealousy.

But jungkook was oblivious to this, and if he was being honest nothing was special about those women. Just right place, right time.

But to Jungkook, you felt special.

Jungkook thought about his plan of action that he had rehearsed in his head a few times. He always wanted to confront you but never felt confident enough. But today was the day. He woke up with a surge of motivation and admittedly went to the coffee shop early to make sure he didn't miss you, praying you would show up.

You were the next person to place your order when you feel a presence behind you. You paid it no mind and kept looking forward deciding if you should get a small breakfast sandwich to go with your coffee. As you tell the clerk that you'd like a hot coffee a voice speaks up behind you, "and I'll be paying for that"

You turn around as if your head was on a swivel and notice the beautiful man coming up around you and handing his card to the employee. "Oh and I'll have a breakfast sandwich too" you say while giving a meek smile to the man who was paying for you.

He gives a mischievous grin and you turn to face the clerk, blushing. Once he receives his receipt and is handed his card back, you step to the side and wait for your order to be finished. Not far behind, jungkook follows and stands beside you. "You know, I would've paid for you even if you ordered the whole menu" jungkook looks at you with kind eyes and a little grin.

You cant help but blush and stare at your feet. You quickly try and sike yourself up and finally look up at him "Well maybe next time I'll try and buy the whole store" Jungkook laughed brightly with a bunny smile while his dark hair falls into his eyes, you can't help but think how adorably handsome he was in that moment.

He looks at you a bit more seriously making your face burn in anticipation. "You think I haven't noticed you staring?" At that you turned red. You knew he saw you, most days you would catch his eyes but being so upfront about it had you in a tizzy. Jungkook takes the small slip of paper he just received and starts scribbling on it and places it into your hand.

You glance down at the paper and it's his name and phone number, you look up and blush at him. Jungkook leans closer to you almost brushing your ear. "If you would like you can stare at me outside of this shop, preferably in my room princess."

Jungkook gives a sly smirk, turns and walks away to sit back down at his table and you are drenched to say the least. 'Holy shit, what did he just call me?'

You hear the barista call your name and you were so startled by it you jump pulling you out of the trance you were in. You safely put the receipt in your pocket grab your order and before pushing the doors open you take one last glance.

As if making it known to the whole world jungkook was unabashedly smiling at you. Your cheeks turn hot pink and you rush out the door, trying to get yourself together.

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You sit at home, lifting the small piece of paper up and staring at it. 'Jungkook', now that you think about it you feel like you have heard this name in small circles around campus but never had the face to put to the devil. This makes you outwardly cringe, scrunching up into a little ball and give a silent scream. From your recollection this man is a catch, THE catch and if you were not mistaken very good in bed.

At that thought you said fuck it, since your ex you haven't even thought of sex or pursued anyone and decided enough was enough. You were getting dick.

[Y/N] 7:56pm

Hey.. it's coffee shop girl

[Jungkook] 8:01pm

Hi baby, did you get curious?

Your heart stops at the nickname, oh fuck he's reducing you to a puddle. You can feel your panties getting uncomfortable and you try and shift to relieve some much needed tension. You take a deep breath and decide to just go for it.

[Y/N] 8:03pm

So what does staring at you in your bedroom entail?

[Jungkook] 8:04pm

Hmm.. well Y/N i could tell you or I could show you?

You were reeling, not even believing it yourself you take a second to calm your nerves. But honestly you couldnt, too high on whatever cloud your are on to still your beating heart. Your pussy clenches around nothing, and you are beginning to pool in your panties, thinking of all the things Jungkook would do to you.. will do to you.

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Next thing you know your knocking on his door, in the cold.

Before you left you told your friend where you were going just in case this man was a serial killer. You could never be to careful. Your friend wanted to hear all about it but you have no time for that yet, but definitely over brunch tomorrow.

You hear a click and the door swings open, there stands a man with honey skin and beautiful dark locks, he gives you a bright boxy smile "Hi, can I help you?" You almost trip over yourself when you are greeted by him, too focused on just how handsome he was.

"Um, ya I'm here for Jungkook?"

Just as you asked Jungkook is strolling up to the door and telling his roommate that he's "got it from here". That made you freeze, what have you gotten yourself into? This man was practically a stranger, a stunning one, but a stranger none the less and now your going to let him "take it from here" almost as if you were a plaything.

Jungkook gestures you in and you wave to who you later learned was Taehyung, thanking him for opening the door for you. As you turn to follow jungkook down the hall, your cheeks feel hot, not only about what is going to happen in Jungkooks room but how Taehyung knows exactly why you are here, and you just looked him in the eyes and thanked him.

Jungkook let's you into his room and as you walk in you take a look, it's tidier than you would have thought, there is a light up keyboard and computer in the corner, on top of his desk sits a very expensive DSLR camera, a mic stand just beside the desk and he has purple lights strung up around the walls. Nice touch.

Jungkook closes the door behind you, no turning back now. He looks at you almost as if he were to tear you to shreds. His eyes transition to blown out black as he rakes over your body and you can almost hear your heart thrumming in your ears. He moves closer putting his left hand on the wall, at his bold gesture, you begin to feel overwhelmingly shy.

Coming to a strangers house to fuck? This was not you, you liked to take your time and get to know the person. Maybe a date or two to see what your getting into. Right now you were way out of your comfort zone.

Jungkook pinning you to the door has your eyes looking at your feet, feeling quite nervous, and possibly wanting to flee. Jungkook gently takes his finger and lifts up your chin to meet his eyes. His eyes still blown out with lust but showing a bit more restraint making your heart feel less tight. "Hey baby, it's okay. I've got you, you tell me if this isn't something you want and I'll stop right now."

Your heart sank you didn't want him to feel like he was pressuring you, you wanted this. So bad your pussy is aching for some sort of release. It was all just so new to you, the situation, the man, the way he looked at you like an animal. You shook your head and told him you were okay, not wanting him to stop.

He starts slowly with a quick kiss to the lips, then soon after turning sloppy tasting them and molding to them. He licks your lips so he can explore your mouth. Giving you sloppy wet strokes of his tongue making you weak in the knees.

His hand comes to your hip squeezing and rubbing soft circles, slowly moving higher underneath your shirt. Your lips detach and he licks up your neck, sucking on the flesh that is right underneath your ear. "Fuck baby you have no idea how long I wanted this." He sucks harshly leaving a purple mark with his plush lips, grinding his hips into your core for some sort of friction.

You don't pay his comment much mind as you are way to distracted by his hand cupping your breast and his cock rubbing your clit deliciously. Jungkook gently pinches your nipple and starts playing with your nub expertly twisting and massaging. You let out a soft moan, and jungkook is floored. His erection so hard and uncomfortable in his pants, but he can wait.

Jungkook takes his hand and starts stroking your clothed core with his long fingers, feeling how much you have soaked through your clothes. Feeling how wet you are for him he groans "Does this feel good princess? Do you like when a stranger plays with your pussy?" You moan even louder, no one has talked to you this way and you can't help but feel a new gush of arousal take over.

He quickly picks you up by your bottom and throws you on the bed, "Strip, everything but your panties" there is no hesitation, you fling your shirt off your body undo your bra and shuffle your pants down to the floor leaving only your underwear on.

As you sat there you began to cross your arms over your chest, somewhat embarrassed being mostly naked in front of this man. Jungkook tutted, "Don't be shy princess" jungkook reaches for your wrists and pulls them up over you head pinning them to the headboard while giving you quick kisses to your forehead and jaw. "Don't hide from me, let me see you."

His sweet coos and kisses soothe your heart and you relax more into the position your are in. Jungkook begins to move down your neck with kisses, licks and some biting to stave off his hunger. Seeing you in this position is driving him crazy. You are so cute and shy your soaked pussy waiting for him. From this angle he can see you all hot and flustered trying to hide your face. Jungkook gives a quick smile that you don't see because you are too busy trying to hide from your embarrassment.

Jungkook moves down next to your core playing with the elastic of your panties, taunting you. "Will you be a good girl for me?" His question barely registers in your blown out state but you quietly nod your head. Not being a good enough answer for jungkook he slaps your pussy right on your bundle of nerves. "Use your words, Y/N." The spank sends shock waves throughout your body and has you on high alert. Your walls clenching hard, aching for any type of touch.

"YES, yes, please Jungkook I'll be a good girl" You look him in the eyes and don't want to stop staring at how gorgeous he looks. Sweaty glistening skin, dark hair in his eyes, looking like he could eat you alive.

Never breaking eye contact Jungkook removes his shirt and pants along with his boxers. His cock hitting his stomach with force, hard and angry red. He was so thick and long, you wanted to taste him so bad, swallow his cock full.

Jungkook starts to pump his dick up and down, using his thumb he wipes his slit to cover his length in cum. He leans back down to your soaking core. "Now princess I want you to watch me while I play with your pretty pussy, can you do that for me?"

You look at him with half lidded eyes, feeling like your in a strange head space that you can't describe. But you would do or say anything for him at this moment almost subdued by that fact you know he will take care of you. "yes daddy." Jungkook is surprised to hear that come off your lips but it makes him want to fill you up with cum, make you his.

He notices your shift in expression and realizes you've slipped somewhere, but he decides to save that in the back of his mind, he'll play with that Y/N another day. Right now he just needs to be inside of you.

Jungkook bunches the material of your panties and pulls upward rubbing your aching clit. The friction feels so good and you want to throw your head back and moan but remembering the rules you fix your eyes on jungkook looking pleased at what little he has to do for you to go crazy.

Seeing your perfect clit bulge from your panties being pulled up, jungkook wraps his soft lips around your clothed bundle and starts sucking you, along with long slow languid licks.

You couldn't take it any more, Jungkooks mouth sucking on your clothed clit is visual overboard, you throw your head back and give a loud moan, your clit throbbing feeling so close to cumming.

"Please, kook!"

Jungkook let's go of your panties and pulls them down your legs. He starts rubbing your bundle of nerves in circles and figure eights, earning loud moans from your lips from the new bare sensation. "Please what, princess?"

"I wanna come, please let me cum, jungkook!"

He quickly leans down and strokes his tongue up your slit gathering your juice on his tongue "fuck baby you taste so good", jungkook moves up to your clit, his hot breath ghosting over you making you whine. With a wet and flat tongue jungkook eats you almost like he is a starved puppy, his strong muscle giving you some well deserved attention.

Feeling your stomach coiling you know you are so close, your legs start shaking and your breathing starts to speed up. Your eyes tight ready for what comes next.

Jungkook slips two fingers into your pussy curving them so he hits your spongy g-spot, never stopping his tongue on your clit while he fucks you with his fingers. Suddenly the coil snaps within you and you are seeing stars. Your orgasm has your thighs shaking around jungkooks head and tears begin to slip from your eyes. You throw your head back and let out a deep and long moan. "My princess looks so pretty cumming." You gush all over jungkook tongue and he is happy to lick all of your essence up all up not letting any go to waste.

Jungkook slows his tongue and fingers to help coax you through your orgasm, he gives you a quick kiss to your sensitive clit and gets up to hover over top of you. " You did so well princess, you ready for my cock?"

You give a very enthusiastic nod, tears still streaking down your face from the force of your orgasm. "Yes please, I want your cock daddy."

He strokes his member a few times and starts to press the head of his member in your wet folds moving it up and down your slit soaking his cock. He starts to push in your velvet entrance and you can feel the delicious sting and stretch of him. Half way in jungkook stops to let you get used to his size. Looking at you with your tear stained cheeks his cock twitches and he can hardly control his hips from pounding into your messy cunt.

"Your pussy is so tight princess, were you waiting for my cock?" Jungkook pushes his thick member all the way in your pussy and he let's out a guttural moan. "Fuck baby you feel so good".

You reach out and grab jungkooks shoulders pulling him closer, your face is buried in the crook of his neck both of you hot and sweaty. Jungkook takes advantage of this position and hooks his arms underneath your shoulder blades and grabbing your shoulder from the back giving him excellent grip to thrust deep and hard inside you.

He starts moving slowly but quickly picks up the pace at a bruising speed. Using his arms as leverage to slam into your pussy as he whispers in your ear, "I've been eye fucking you for days princess, did you know that? I've been wanting to fill this pussy up since I saw you and now I have you crying beneath me. Do you like a perfect stranger filling this tight cunt?"

You shiver at his words and feel yourself clenching around him your pussy desperately trying to hold on to his thick cock. You moan loudly and start to produce fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Your words, princess."

Jungkook did not say that lightly and you did not want to test his patience in this moment, while you were already in a vulnerable position. "Yes I love a strangers cock in my pussy!"

Jungkook swallows hard at your words and can't believe how well you are doing for him. The shy girl he saw in the coffee shop is saying such dirty things, just for him.

You try and match his speed with your hips but to no avail, your breath hitches every time he thrusts into you leaving you almost breathless. Your orgasm is rising and its almost painful to follow, he hits your g-spot so nicely and he has you crying, tears continue to fall from your eyes and onto the bedsheets. Trying to hold on you reach for his back and start clawing at it. The pain of your nails digging into him. Jungkook let's go of your shoulders and sits up while fucking you, getting a whole new and beautiful view of you crying, and writhing on his cock while he thrusts in your sweet pussy.

Jungkook reaches down to your folds and drags his finger around your arousal and brings it up to your clit. Rubbing harsh circles on your very sensitive bundle. You start to feel the familiar twist in your stomach rise and it has your legs start shaking and your breath becomes shallow. "Come on princess cum all over your daddys cock".

With another thrust of his hips he sends you into your second, back breaking orgasm. In jungkooks eyes you look like art, hair splayed out around you wet from all the tears you were producing, thighs shaking uncontrollably with intense pleasure, and your mind so fucked out and begging to be praised by your daddy after cumming on his cock so well.

You look up at jungkook and his eyes are all over you, watching you become a mess underneath him.

Jungkook not being able to last much longer looks you right in the eyes and grabs your chin. "Look at me in the eyes princess while I fill up your slutty cunt with my cum. Don't you look away, I want you to see how much of a slut your are for me."

Your pussy clenched at his vulgar words and you nod in his hands. You have no choice but to look into his intense dark chocolate eyes. His hips become sloppy and he can feel your pussy throbbing and milking his cock, with a couple more sloppy thrusts he spills into your cunt filling you with warmth, making you feel so full. Jungkook let's out a guttural groan, while looking into you as he claims you as his.

You found your eyes were glued to Jungkook as he came, not being able to look away, seeing his dark eyes swirl with relief and lust, licking his lips and hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. You were completely in awe of him.

Jungkook rests his forehead on yours taking deep breaths until he removes himself from you and gets up to walk away. He comes back with a wet cloth in hand and gently cleans you up. He throws the towel to the side and lays down beside you. You both take a deep breath and look at each other.

"Uhmm, I think I should go." You start to get out of his bed when you feel his hand grab your wrist.

"Stay with me, you don't have to go." Jungkooks words have your heart lump in your throat. You felt embarrassed walking in here for a quickie and afterwards when reality hit you, you felt mortified. But looking into his eyes he was gentle, finding some truth in his words you let him pull you on his his chest to cuddle. Your cheeks burning red at the action but your were admittedly enjoying the feeling of his warmth.

Without realizing how exhausted you had become, your eyes begin to feel heavy. You fall asleep while he strokes your hair, jungkook being left with his thoughts.

'Fuck'

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a/n: Ahh! thank you for making it this far! I had a lot of fun (and difficulty) writing this! It's my first time ever writing a fanfiction so please be kind! Let me know what you think :3

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helloalycia · 3 years

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worth the wait [one] // daisy johnson

summary: when your best friend, Skye, keeps running away from home, you're left to deal with the consequences, but then one day, she doesn't come back.

warning/s: mentions of unwanted foster kids

author’s note: this is a five parter and each chapter is quite long bc i got carried away. i've literally been working on this for so long so i hope there's still some daisy johnson stans out there to appreciate this!

"She's the only person she talks to... doesn't listen to anyone... just try..."

I twiddled my thumbs as I refrained from rolling my eyes. Mr Lock was pretty stupid if he thought I couldn't hear him with the door slightly ajar.

"...can't do much... good student?"

"She'll tell you what she knows," I heard Mr Lock say more clearly, to the police officer, before the door got pushed open.

I glanced at him as he feigned a smile for my sake, making his way over to his desk and sitting opposite me. The police officer followed after him, taking a seat at the edge of the desk and watching me with curious eyes like she was studying my every move.

"As you are probably aware, Miss Y/L/N, your friend Skye has gone missing," Mr Lock began to explain. "Her foster family have tried contacting her, but they can't find her."

I felt nervous with the police officer watching me, trying not to glance her way for fear she'd know I was hiding something.

"We just want to bring her home safely," Mr Lock continued. "And you're the closest person to her."

It wasn't a question – he knew I was the closest person to her. We'd done this back and forth many times before, every time Skye decided to run away. And it didn't get any easier.

I swallowed hard. "If you're asking me if I know where she is, I can promise you I don't."

Technically I wasn't lying, so that wasn't too much of a stretch.

"Have you had any contact with her since yesterday morning?" the police officer asked.

I shook my head and tried to ignore how warm I was getting. "I usually meet her by the entrance before class, but she wasn't there. I thought she was just pulling a sick day or something."

The officer hummed in response and the way she didn't give away what she was thinking didn't help with my nerves.

"So, you know nothing of Skye's disappearance?" Mr Lock asked with a raised eyebrow. "Anything you can tell us will be greatly appreciated. Her family just want her home and we all want her to be safe. You know the drill."

"I want that, too," I lied as confidently as I could. "You know she's done this before... she'll come back. She always does."

Mr Lock sighed and rested his head in his hands; he was clearly exhausted from having this same chat with me every few months Skye decided to leave.

"I think that's everything," the police officer said, before standing up straight. She glanced at me, adding, "Thank you for your cooperation. Please let your teacher know if you hear anything from her."

I nodded awkwardly. "Will do."

Mr Lock stood up, hand on his hip with mild frustration. He nodded my way and waved a hand dismissively. "Okay, you can go now, Y/N. Back to class, go on."

I nodded and looked between them both before grabbing my backpack and heading to the door. I could hear them talking quietly though, and felt mildly guilty for lying.

"...does this regularly now," the police officer was saying. "She'll turn up."

"She's wasting our time," Mr Lock was mumbling. "She always does this and for what?"

I sighed inwardly before leaving his office and heading back to class. I continued on with my school day as normal, up until lunchtime when I got a message from Skye herself.

Heading to the toilets to ensure nobody would see me, I slipped into a cubicle and pulled out the burner phone Skye gave me the first time she ever ran away a few years ago. She was always cautious of being caught out but still wanted to be able to contact me, so this was her solution. I didn't argue it as I only ever wanted to make sure she was okay and I could at least talk to her.

She'd texted me, it reading: Meet me by the ice cream truck in the park after school.

I was relieved to know she was okay, since it was the first text she'd sent me since she left yesterday morning. But it was frustrating that she'd disregarded my many concerned texts before that.

With a huff, I replied: I'm doing good, thanks for asking. You could've texted sooner, Skye.

It took a moment before she responded. Sorry, mom

I rolled my eyes, knowing she'd have that annoyingly cute smile on her face as she texted from wherever the hell she was.

Another text came through from her. Sorry I didn't reply sooner. Everything cool with the cops?

I sighed and hastily replied: Everything is as cool as it can be. I'll talk to you later when I see you. You safe?

Every time she left, she came back without a scratch to my relief, but it didn't make me feel any better when she would leave again and again. Running was her way of rebelling against everything – the countless foster families she went through, the teachers who ridiculed her, the other students who judged her. I didn't know where she went – it would change every time and I was sure she was making it up to make me feel better – but I covered for her because I cared about her and didn't want her to push me away like she did with everyone else. It was getting old though.

Her text came through and the heaviness on my shoulders lifted with relief. I'm always safe. But thanks for caring.

I always care. You know that.

I do. I'll see you later, Y/N. Love you.

I love you, too. See you later.

She stopped responding and I put the phone away before taking a deep breath. Seventeen and Skye had me feeling like a soldier's wife at freakin' war. She was gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.

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"Over here."

I spun around and felt my racing heart calm down when I saw the familiar teasing smile of Skye watching me behind the abandoned ice cream truck.

"You're okay," I breathed out with relief before moving forward and pulling her in for a tight hug.

She laughed but wrapped her arms around me, squeezing gently. "I always am, I told you."

I refrained from rolling my eyes as I pulled away, meeting her gaze. "I'll always worry, Skye."

Momentarily, her playful demeanour disappeared and was replaced with something genuine. "I know... sorry. Thanks for coming."

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. "Skye, you can't keep running away like this. Mr Lock called me in again. Thinks I know where you are. Says your family are worried."

Skye snorted as she took a seat on the bench nearby. "They're probably throwing a party in my absence. This is just protocol for them. All of them."

I watched her with a pitiful gaze before taking a seat next to her. "The police came again."

"But you covered, right?" Skye asked with a quirked brow.

"Obviously," I said, making her smile, but I didn't return it. "I hate lying to them. It makes me feel... dirty."

"It's not like you're hiding the location of a war criminal, Y/N, chill," she teased, patting my knee.

"Where were you this time?" I asked, afraid to know the answer.

A grin appeared on her lips with remembrance as she reached into her backpack, pulling out a laptop.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Where d'you get that?"

She seemed proud as she said, "I won it in a bet."

"Skye!"

"What? It was fair play and I happened to win," she said with a shrug.

I facepalmed. "Skye, if you needed a laptop, you should've asked. I could have asked my parents or– or– I don't know–"

"What? Fundraised for the poor foster girl in class who can't buy a laptop like everyone else?" she cut me off bitterly, before replacing the laptop in her bag. "I'd rather not."

I frowned, moving to rest a hand on her back, but she shook me off harshly before standing up.

"Skye, I didn't mean it like that," I said apologetically, standing up, too. "I just meant– I could have helped. I want to help. I don't want you to have to make bets to get stuff. I just want you to be safe."

Skye and I becoming friends was something I never could have seen coming, but when we were partnered in science class in middle school, we kind of just fell into each other's lives. I knew of her situation with her many foster families and always knew she deserved better. Sometimes though, I think she felt the difference in our lives when it came to little things like buying stuff, and I hated it.

"Skye–"

"It's okay," she interrupted, glancing at me with sad eyes. "I know you want to help. But I'm okay."

Treading carefully, I asked, "Where did you go then?"

She ran a hand through her hair. "Library."

I narrowed my eyes. "You expect me to believe that?"

She met my eyes and shrugged. "You don't have to, but it's the truth."

I couldn't be bothered arguing with her, so I simply played along. "Fine. You went to the library and won a bet with someone, getting their laptop."

"Exactly."

I gave her a knowing look. "When are you coming back? To school?"

She was about to respond, but her phone vibrated and she checked it quickly, her eyes lighting up. I tried not to roll my eyes at her change of mood, not wanting to imagine the bond she'd made with her new friends.

She finally answered. "A few days, I promise."

It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing, so I nodded. "Okay. A few days. You'll keep in touch though, yeah?"

"I will, I promise," she said with a small smile before moving forward and hugging me tightly. "Thanks, Y/N."

I sighed but returned her hug, knowing I couldn't stay mad at her for long. "Just please take care of yourself, Skye. And if you need anything – and I mean anything – just ask. Unfortunately, I have a soft spot for your dumbass."

She laughed and admittedly, my stomach did somersaults at the sound. She pulled away but kept within arm's reach, allowing me to see the honesty shining in her brown eyes.

"I'll see you in a few days," she promised. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I replied, watching as she stepped back to leave.

She sent a final smile my way before running away, leaving me standing there alone and with a worried heart.

"More than you'll know," I muttered to myself, knowing I could never tell her how I truly felt.

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"Won't your mum kill you for this?"

I shrugged, leading Skye through the the party-goers and to the kitchen where the drinks were. "She's okay with it because she knows I'm responsible. Plus, I promised her I wouldn't get drunk."

Skye let out a laugh. "Right. You're at a high school party and you're not gonna drink. That's totally happening."

I poured myself and Skye a drink as I quirked a brow. "I never said I wasn't going to drink. Just that I wouldn't get drunk. There's a difference, Skye."

She seemed impressed as she nodded. "Sneaky."

I was invited to this party by some girl in class and thought it would be nice for Skye and I to go to since it had been a while since we'd hung out. She didn't want to go at first, but after a little convincing on my end, she joined me.

We ended up staying there for about an hour when Skye needed to go to the bathroom and I decided to grab a snack from the kitchen. As I was browsing the bowls and considering whether I wanted to risk grabbing food from a shared bowl, I felt someone tap my shoulder from behind me.

When I turned, I was surprised to see a very tall guy stood there with a smirk on his face.

"It's Y/N, right?" he began the conversation, before suddenly raising his hand and reaching for something in my hair. "Sorry, you had some fluff there."

I smiled awkwardly and pushed my hair behind my ear. "Er, thanks. Yeah, I'm Y/N. I'm sorry, I don't think I recognise you."

He shook his head. "I didn't think you would. We don't go to the same school. I saw you walking around and thought I'd introduce myself."

"Oh, er..." I didn't know what to say as I wasn't really interested in his clear advances.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked suddenly, still smirking at me.

"I already have one," I said conclusively, before aiming to move past him, but he put his arm in the way. I looked at it before raising my eyebrow at him. "You gonna let me go?"

He snickered. "Come on, just let me get you a drink."

"I'm not interested," I told him straightforwardly before attempting to make another move, but he pushed me back gently. "Dude, come on."

"What's one drink gonna do?" he asked persistently (and annoyingly).

"I–"

"She said back off," another voice came out of nowhere, and suddenly Skye appeared and pushed the guy back harshly, stepping between us.

"Skye, I–" I began, but the guy was already glaring down at her with a fake smile on his lips.

"Or what?" he asked rhetorically.

She returned his glare and said nothing. I rested a hand on her arm and tried to tug her backwards, but she wasn't moving. Always the stubborn one.

"What are you gonna do, Skye?" he repeated with bitter humour. "You gonna call the cops? I heard they know you pretty well by now, don't they?"

"Don't speak to her like that," I said angrily, glaring at him.

He began to laugh, shaking his head, before finally walking away. I released a deep breath and watched as Skye turned around to face me.

"Are you alright?" I asked her gently, resting a hand on her arm as I found her eyes.

"Are you?" she countered, looking over me with concern. "That guy was a jackass."

"He was, but I had it under control," I said with reassurance, before downing the rest of my drink and throwing the cup in the bin. "You didn't need to step in."

"Uh, yeah, I did," she said, stepping in my line of sight. "He was a creep."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Okay, Skye, whatever you say. Thank you."

"You're welcome, now can we leave?"

I shoved her in the shoulder slightly. "We're not leaving. Not yet anyway. There's a foosball table in the other room I wanna play with and you're playing, too."

She sighed dramatically. "Fine."

I grinned at her before dragging her to the other room by her hand.

Another hour passed when I unfortunately began to feel the effects of my drink that I later came to learn was spiked by the arsehole who tried to hit on me. I wasn't particularly aware of my actions, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have done nor said half the things I did. Things like playing beer pong for the third time in a row and losing every game.

"It's just me an' you, Y/L/N," Kate, the girl I was playing with, said as we both a had a cup left. "Think you can win?"

I laughed as I rolled the ball between my fingers. "Third time's the charm...?"

The group of teenagers around us watched with anticipation as I aimed the shot up in my mind. It wasn't exactly helpful that I could barely stand up straight and my eyes were crossing over, making the cup move around slowly.

"One... two... three...," I counted down, before tossing the ball and watching it bounce off the side of the table and onto the floor. "Well, shit."

Everybody laughed as I ran a hand through my hair. Kate chuckled before grabbing the ball and lining it up. Miles better than I did, she aimed quickly and got it in the cup in one shot, resulting in cheers from everyone. I laughed and grabbed the cup, eyeballing the beer. I wasn't really a fan of beer, but a game was a game.

I downed the cup and pulled a face at how disgusting it tasted, before tossing the cup on the floor. I pushed away from the table I was leaning on, before falling back and hitting the floor, butt-first. I giggled to myself as I tried to stand up, but with great difficulty.

"Y/N, there you are!"

I looked up and lit up when I saw none other than Skye standing above me. She bent down and grabbed my hands before helping me stand up. I stumbled into her, but thankfully she caught my weight and let me lean on her for support.

"How did you get drunk so quickly?" she asked with surprise, leading me to the front door. "I've literally been with you. Until you ditched me twenty minutes ago which wasn't cool since I only came to this stupid party because of you."

I laughed. "I'm sorry. I saw the ping pong table and couldn't resist."

She sighed to herself before leading me outside. "You smell like alcohol."

"That's because I had some," I whispered not-so-quietly in her ear, before erupting into giggles.

"I gotta get you home," she mumbled, before searching my pockets. "Where are your keys?"

"My mum is gonna k-kill me," I realised, but a dopey smile was on my lips. "You have to sleepover."

She found my keys and began leading me to my car. "I'm gonna have to, aren't I? So much for not getting drunk."

I covered my mouth to try and stop the laughter from spilling out. She didn't seem amused as she managed to get me into the passenger's seat before rounding the car to the driver's seat. When she got comfortable, I watched her with a childish grin.

"You can't drive," I said in a know-it-all voice. "You didn't pass your test, silly."

She started the engine and began doing her mirror checks before pulling out, muttering, "Nobody has to know."

I watched as she drove, feeling exhausted but lighter than usual. She looked really pretty tonight. I wanted to tell her when we went to the party, but I didn't want her to get the wrong idea. Now however, it was all I could think about and my heart was fluttering at the thought.

"Here, drink this," she ordered, before throwing a bottle of water into my lap.

"But–"

"No buts, just drink it," she said authoritatively, glancing at me.

I didn't want to argue with her, so I began opening the bottle as I giggled to myself. "You said butts."

She groaned to herself and I drank the water as instructed, even if I really didn't want to.

Before I knew it, we had arrived at my house and Skye was helping me to the door.

"Your mum knows you're coming back late, so this shouldn't be a problem," she said quietly, mostly to herself. "Try not to make noise though, okay?"

I nodded obediently, before putting my finger to my mouth. "Sshhhh. Quiet."

She rolled her eyes before using my keys to open the door and drag me inside. I stayed as quiet as I could, letting her take me upstairs and to my room. Only, before we could go in, I heard my mum call out for me.

"Y/N, love, is that you?"

I stared blankly at Skye as she gave me a knowing look with wide eyes, nodding. I continued staring at her as my mum called my name again.

"Answer her!" she whisper-shouted to me.

"But you said to stay quiet," I said with confusion.

She facepalmed. "Just answer her," she said with frustration.

"Well then, no need to get crabby," I mumbled before calling out to mum, "It's me, mum! Skye and I are back!"

There was a pause before she called back, "Okay! Make sure you lock the front door!"

I snickered to myself as Skye shoved me into my bedroom before I could reply.

"Will do, Mrs Y/L/N!" Skye called out before slipping into my room with me.

She flicked on the light as I flopped onto my bed with a satisfied sigh. Suddenly, something was tossed onto my face making me groan as I pulled them off. I realised they were pyjamas.

"Get changed. Now."

I sat up and saw Skye watching me with a stern expression. I couldn't help but smile to myself, giggling. She looked really cute when she pretended to be angry.

"Y/N," she warned.

"I'm not tired," I lied, standing up. I wanted any excuse to keep on talking to her.

"I don't care," she said with a shrug. "You're going to bed whether you like it or not."

"But I wanna talk to you," I whined like a child, before moving forward to grab her hand.

She let go and gently pushed me to the bed. "Don't be a baby, Y/N."

I hugged her quickly, smiling to myself. "Thank you for being here. And for coming with me tonight."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"I'm serious," I said, pulling away and almost falling backwards, but she held me upright. "Thanks."

Her expression softened. "Unfortunately, that's what friends are for, Y/N. I wasn't gonna leave you."

I breathed out, momentarily startled by her sharp gaze. She had the most beautiful eyes, I always thought it. Somehow, she had the power to make me freeze up and forget everything I was thinking or going to say and I never knew why.

"I love you," I said truthfully, not caring what I was saying and too overcome with emotion to care.

She rolled her eyes, a smile of amusement dancing on her lips. "You gotta keep it down, Y/N."

I smiled widely. "But I do."

She gave me a knowing look. "I know you do. And I love you, too, but you have to get ready. Tomorrow morning is not gonna be kind to you."

"No, you don't get it, I really love you, Skye," I said, my mouth going dry as I stared at her with butterflies in my stomach.

"I know," she played along, patting me on the shoulder. "You done, idiot?"

"I'm in love with you," I blurted suddenly, smile disappearing. I stared at her, trying to ignore the blurriness in my vision. "I always have been."

Her smile seemed to fade when she realised how serious I had become. She licked her lips and shook her head slowly, lowering her hands.

"You don't know what you're saying, Y/N," she said quietly.

I grew distracted by her lips, barely acknowledging what was coming out of her mouth. "I do," I told her.

She didn't know what to say, and before I knew it, I had moved forward and pressed my lips to hers. It was something I'd wanted to do for so long and now that I was finally doing it, my shoulders felt lighter as if I wasn't carrying a huge secret on them anymore.

I closed my eyes and momentarily felt her kiss back, hands resting on my chest. It didn't last very long as she gently pushed me away, leaving me face to face with her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. I was sure I didn't look any different.

"You're drunk," she stated awkwardly.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and began to come to terms with what I'd just done, what I'd just ruined. I stepped back and shook my head.

"I'm so sorry, Skye. I–"

"It's okay," she reassured me. "Please, let's just get you ready for bed, okay?"

I avoided her eyes as I nodded, feeling my heart ache with discomfort.

When I woke up the next morning, I didn't remember much from the night before. At least not straight away. All I had to remind me of it was an insane headache that wouldn't go away and a rancid taste in my mouth. Thankfully, Skye caught me up with how drunk I was and how she had to stay with me to cover for me before she left me to shower and freshen up.

Unfortunately for me, showering and freshening up gave me enough time to remember parts of the night before, including the main bit where I kissed my best friend and expressed my feelings for her.

To say I was freaking out was an understatement. I couldn't believe I had done the very thing I had avoided for years. Seeing her at the breakfast table made me wonder why she hadn't mentioned it. Was she embarrassed? Did she want to pretend it never happened? Was she uncomfortable?

I wasn't sure whether to go along and pretend I couldn't remember it, or admit the truth and apologise profusely. In the end, I ended up doing the latter.

We were eating pancakes that she'd made with my mum as I spoke up.

"So, I, er, I'm kinda remembering some stuff from last night," I said awkwardly, glancing up at her.

She slowed down with her eating, avoiding my eyes. "You do?"

I nodded, looking back down to my food. "Yeah. Particularly the, well, I–"

"You don't have to say it," she assured me, and I looked up to see her watching me with a small smile.

"I'm really sorry," I got out with a deep breath. "I don't know why I did that. Or said those things. It was stupid."

"It was?"

"You should've left after that, but you didn't for some reason," I continued with a grimace of embarrassment. "We can totally pretend it didn't happen."

She chewed on the inside of her mouth as she nodded slowly in agreement. I nodded, too, eyes falling to my pancakes.

"Thanks," I mumbled. "And thank you for making sure I was okay. You're a really great friend."

She smiled at me with distracted eyes. "Anytime, Y/N."

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silverynight · 3 years

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"Oh, yes George, it's you again," Newt grins at the curious seal, looking at his camera and laptop. "How are you doing today?"

The seal moves towards him and makes happy noises, Newt chuckles and his laughter resonates all over the cave he just walked in.

The people who live there warned him about some kind of monster that Newt thought was probably some creature; he knows no animal is evil or dangerous, people just need to respect their space and not to bother them.

So when the creature comes (which makes him feel really excited) he'll be ready to leave the cave or do whatever is necessary to make it feel like it can trust Newt.

He's been working as a marine biologist a few years now and he's had experiences with all kinds of creatures, he also has a couple of scars that can prove it, but Newt has never regretted any of it.

He loves studying and helping creatures as much as he can.

George goes back to his family and Newt has a few hours to clean up the cave; sadly some of the trash people throw in the shore ends up there because the waves that crash into the cave.

Once he's done he takes a few pictures of the place and proceeds to take notes on the fishes he sees in the water.

Then, just for a moment, he has the weird feeling that someone is watching him, but when he turns around and finds himself completely alone, he relaxes and keeps typing.

After two hours, he decides to go back to the house he's staying at and return the next day.

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"Oh, hello!" When Newt sees the man with mismatched eyes swimming inside the cave, he smiles excitedly, thinking about all the questions he could ask him about the place.

"Why are you not scared?" The man asks, getting closer to him; Newt notices his bare chest and wonders how he could be there without any kind of suit and looking perfectly fine. He must be freezing.

"Why should I be?"

"The monster," the man says, like it's obvious and Newt notices his accent then, but can't tell where he is from. He doesn't sound like most of the people there.

"Well, you're the one inside the water," Newt points out and the man can't help but grin in return. "Besides, based on what I've been told, it's most likely an animal, one that lives in the water and therefore not a monster. The creature is probably angry because it feels like humans are invading its territory."

"Exactly," the man agrees, looking particularly amused for some reason. "But you're here too..."

"When the creature shows up, I'll try to let it know I'm not a threat, if it doesn't work, I'll leave," Newt tells him. "I just want to study the animals here."

"Don't worry, the monster is not going to be mad at you," the man assures, staring at Newt with so much intensity the biologist starts blushing. "You're beautiful and he likes pretty things."

"I don't think animals have the same concept of beau–"

"He does," the man uses his hands to sit next to Newt, making him gasp when he realizes he doesn't have any legs but a beautiful green fin that's still touching the water.

After his initial shock, Newt realizes he's probably the first or one of the first biologists looking at what people would call a merman.

"Can I see?" He beams at him and the merman smiles back.

"Yes," he mumbles lifting his fin. "But only if you tell me your name."

"I'm Newt."

"Gellert. It's really a pleasure to meet you. I've never seen a human so beautiful before."

Trying not to get too flustered, Newt gets closer to the merman and starts asking him questions.

He's never been that excited in a long time.

***

Gellert is with Newt almost all the time, he even follows Newt to the house he's staying by turning his fin into two perfectly functional legs.

Although Newt had to cover him with his coat to the merman's amusement.

"I've explored your world a couple of times in this form, Newton," Gellert says, taking the biologist's hand in his. "I didn't like it that much, there was nothing interesting for me here, until now of course."

Newt would've blushed if it wasn't because he was pretty much distracted by the fact that there could be more like him.

"Does this mean I can meet other mer-people like you?" Newt grins excitedly, not noticing the frown upon Gellert's face. "Or maybe I should go back to the cave for–"

"Not many of my kind decide to explore the world of men like I did," Gellert tells him, looking slightly irritated. "Besides, you can't meet anyone else because you're mine!"

Newt looks back at him in shock, until he realizes that Gellert is jealous.

"You'll always be my friend. I just want to meet others like you to ask them questions about the way you live, but they're not my frien–"

"We're not friends, Newton," Gellert almost growls as he takes him by the waist and pulls him closer. "You are my mate and I'm going to claim you."

A shiver spreads through Newt's back as his face turns bright red; he likes the possessiveness he sees in the merman's eyes.

"But, we can't–"

"Why not?" The irritation vanishes to be replaced with vulnerability and fear. Gellert is afraid of losing him. "I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Don't you want the same?"

Newt stares at him for a moment and realizes quickly that he hasn't actually thought about leaving him. It'd tear him apart. He can't imagine himself being without Gellert.

"I... I want the same."

The merman starts kissing his neck affectionately and Newt shivers again when he feels Gellert's sharp teeth on his skin.

"Wait. Are you sure about this? I'll have to travel and–"

"I'll go with you, my love. Anywhere." Gellert assures him. "We can even get married to. I know your people like that."

Newt chuckles before kissing him; he's not sure if he can marry him or what his brother will say when he meets him, but he knows he wants to spend his life with him.

***

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arumin-arureruto · 3 years

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Honeytea PT 1

Kyoya x fem reader and Hikaru x fem reader, Kyoya angst, Hikaru slowburn.

Warnings: manipulation, Kyoya angst

word count: 2k

songs to listen to while reading:

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Everything I wanted - Billie Eilish

Bitches Broken Heart - Billie Eilish

(I'll probably make a Spotify playlist at some point)

Outfit reader is wearing:

"ouch" the boiling hot water dripped from the tip of the tea kettle and onto your hand

"Mrs Ootori let me help you with that" said one of the kitchen workers as she rushed to your aid, already grabbing a towel.

"Oh no it's ok, this is for Kyoya and I would like to make him tea myself, I haven't been in a kitchen in so long though it seems I'm a bit rusty." you laughed while running your hand under cold water.

The water helped soothe the burning but you would definitely feel an unpleasant sting later.

This time you payed more attention as you poured the water into the mug.

Looking through the assortments of tea you tried looking for Kyoya's favorite, mint and passionfruit.

You put the tea bag in the water and put back all the other tea boxes, you and Kyoya used to love buying exotic teas from all around the world and trying them. The thought of doing something as simple as drinking tea with your husband made you smile.

You picked up the mug and started walking out of the kitchen, smiling at the staff that were busy at work already prepping for tomorrow's meals.

The manor's halls were dimly lit and empty, Kyoya insisted on buying a big lavish house even though it was just you two most of the time.

Walking slowly as to not spill any of the tea all you could hear was your breathing and your bare feet hitting the cold marble floor.

When you got to Kyoya's office you knocked, and waited for permission to come in.

No answer.

You knocked again and waited.

Still no answer.

You grabbed the doorknob thinking you'd just let yourself in when you remembered what happened last time you walked into his office without permission.

A chill went down your spine and you felt a lump in your throat.

"It's okay, he said it wouldn't happen again" you thought to yourself.

Still you decided to try knocking one more time, after you knocked the third time you heard Kyoya's voice coming from behind the door.

"You may come in"

You slowly opened the door and walked inside, still holding the mug in your hand.

"How can I help you?" he asked not looking up from his laptop.

"I brought you some tea" you hesitantly put it down on his desk, your hands already missing the warmth the mug provided.

"I appreciate it, you may leave" he still wasn't looking at you.

"Actually I was wondering if you wanted to come to bed with me?" you spoke the words quickly and nervously.

"No thank you, I am quite busy at the moment and would like some peace and quiet to continue my work if you don't mind."

"You've been leaving earlier for work and staying up later to finish it, I've just been feeling lonely and wanted to spend some time together that's all"

oh no.

Word vomit.

You did not mean to say that thought out loud.

Kyoya let out a loud and annoyed sigh, he stood up from his desk and started walking towards you.

You felt your heart beating in your ears and a lump starting to form in your throat as his tall lanky figure approached you.

Already preparing yourself for the worst you closed your eyes and looked down.

"Like I said, I am busy at the moment with important work and do not have time to deal with you and your loneliness, will I have to repeat myself a second time?"

His mouth was right next to your ear, you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

"No, I understand" you said, voice barely above a whisper.

"Then you may leave"

you gave a quick nod and turned to leave, already feeling the tears in your eyes threatening to spill while he returned to his desk.

"Y/n, before you leave I ask that you learn your place in this house, you are in no position to waltz into my office and demand that I drop everything to spend time with you, do you hear me?"

You stopped in your tracks. His voice was cold and emotionless, the chill you felt earlier returning.

Your voice shook a little.

"Yes"

"Good, then we understand each other my dear."

You hurried and left Kyoya's office quickly, tears streaming down your face.

You had only been married for a year and 4 months, why was your marriage already dying? Before you got engaged you and Kyoya had already been dating for almost 3 years so you knew he did like you, what happened?

You continued walking to your room, the house's unwelcoming atmosphere making you want to ball up and cry even more.

When you got to the room you and Kyoya shared you frantically looked for your phone, turning over pillows and accidentally messing up the tidy bed one of the maids had made.

"Son of a bitch where is it" you thought while continuing to search the bed. Your vision was blurry because of the tears so that didn't help.

After 5 minutes of turning the room upside down for it you found your phone, sitting neatly on your vanity.

You quickly picked it up and hurriedly scrolled down your contact list.

Majority of the numbers were women from families Kyoya thought it would be beneficial for you to associate with, your actual friends and family took up less than 30% of the numbers in your phone.

After scrolling for a little longer you found the number you had been looking for.

You quickly called the number and waited while it rang.

"Hey this is Hikaru leave a message, or don't, I really don't care."

fuck

It was pretty late so he was probably asleep, but you decided to try again.

You paced around the room and waited while the phone rang a second time.

After what it felt like ages you finally heard a voice.

"y/n?"

Your spirits started to lift and a little smile crept up to your face.

"Hikaru? I'm sorry did I wake you up"

Hikaru let out a sleepy laugh.

"Yeah you big head it's almost midnight, its fine though, what's up? You sound weird"

"I'm-"

You froze, should you tell him?Should you tell him that your marriage was falling apart? That you felt out of place in your own home? that you felt lonelier then ever?

"I've actually been having a pretty shitty night" you laughed, mostly out of nervousness than joy.

Suddenly you couldn't hold it in anymore, tears started running down your face again and you let out a loud, guttural sob.

"Sorry I didn't want you to hear that" you laughed again as you wiped your nose with the sleeves of your robe.

"Y/n what's going on?" Hikaru's voice grew alarmed

"I don't think I can do this over the phone, I have to talk to you, in person."

"Ok I'll come over right now if you want."

It sounded like he was stumbling out of bed and putting on his slippers.

"Oh no no its fine, it can wait till tomorrow" you said quickly, even if Kyoya wasn't home you needed some time alone to think so Hikaru coming over right now was out of the question.

"Are you sure?" he asked, still sounding worried.

"Yes I'm sure, I'll talk to you tomorrow"

"Ok but are you 100% sure?"

You felt a smile creep onto your face

"Go back to sleep Hitachiin"

"Whatever you say Ootori"

You laughed again, this time a genuine laugh.

"Goodnight Hikaru"

"Goodnight y/n"

You hung up, feeling happier than you were before.

You threw your phone on the bed and went into the bathroom that connected to your bedroom to wash your face.

After splashing some cold water on your face you looked into the mirror and almost didn't recognize the woman before you.

What happened?

You had everything anyone could want. Looks, money, power, a rich handsome husband, a high status in society.

Your eyes didn't have the same glint they did back in high school, you felt as if you had aged 2 decades in just 8 years.

You and Kyoya had started dating in your senior year of high school, he was attending his first year at Ouran University and he proposed to you right after he graduated while you were starting your 4th year at the university.

You were happy, everything was going great, it all started going downhill after you got married.

Kyoya became cold, it's as if after he had you wrapped around his finger he didn't bother trying to please you. Sometimes you wondered if the only reason he targeted you was because of how it would make him look, but you couldn't think of a way in which marrying a commoner that was attending Ouran on a scholarship would benefit him in any way.

You tried forgetting those awful thoughts, no, Kyoya loved you, you guys were just going through some hard times as do any couples.

As you leaned on the sink staring at your own reflection you heard Kyoya coming into the room.

You took one last look in the mirror to make sure any traces of your crying were gone.

you turned around and there was Kyoya, silently staring at you while leaning on the door frame.

You didn't know what to do so you just leaned with your back on the sink while he slowly approached you.

He ran his hands down the side of your body down to your thighs and put this face in the crook of your neck.

He inhaled and exhaled, hands feeling the back of your thighs.

"God you smell amazing"

Just his deep voice close to your ear was enough to make your legs go weak.

No.

Sex wasn't getting him out of this.

Until he used words to apologize you weren't going to give him anything.

"I thought you were busy" You said harshly.

"I took care of things that couldn't be delayed, everything else can wait until tomorrow." You could feel his breathing speeding up.

no, nope. Until he apologized he would get nothing.

"Hmm" you said, still not giving him a reaction.

He seemed to pick up on your strategy because he lifted you up and put you on the bathroom counter.

The cold marble against your bare thigh scared you but before you could process the feeling Kyoya put his mouth on your neck and sucked the skin.

Since you were caught by surprise you couldn't suppress the moan that came out of your mouth.

"Now now Mrs Ootori, what troubles you? Giving me the cold shoulder isn't very nice." he was whispering in your ear while undoing your silk robe.

Your own breathing was starting to speed up and you could feel heat pooling at the bottom of your underwear.

"How about you try apologizing?" You didn't try to stop him from undoing your robe.

"And why would I do that?" he asked while feeling the exposed skin on your collarbone with his nose.

"For the way you treated me when I went into your office" You said, anger starting to return.

"To be fair you interrupted me while I was doing very important work and it made me upset, so who here should really be apologizing?"

He was right, you knew how much he valued his work time and you still interrupted him.

Ashamed, you put your head down.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you"

"I'm sorry" this time you said it louder.

Kyoya lifted his head up to look you in the eyes.

"Good girl. Now, there are other ways you could apologize to me."

He picked you up by your thighs from the bathroom counter and carried you to the bed.

By then your robe was already discarded on the bathroom floor and you laid on the bed, just in a thin and short sleeping gown.

Kyoya took off his shirt and pants and straddled himself on top of you, arms on either sides of your head.

Although you laid there with your husband on top of you, all you could think about was seeing your best friend the next day.

A/N: Hey babes so this is just the first chapter, I'm definitely making this a slowburn so expect a lot of chapters. As a Kyoya girl this was painful to write </3, anyways love y'all!!!

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