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Delicate - Chapter 8

“Stay still.” Kagome said, carefully drawing back the eyeshadow brush in time as Sango nervously bounced around in the desk chair. Her friend huffed out dramatically, stilling as best as possible so Kagome could carry on with her blending.

“Is it even?” Sango asked, lids opening slightly when Kagome went to dab more eyeshadow from the palette.

“I’m not done.”

“But, is it even?”

“No. Because, I’m not done.” Kagome chuckled, her tone on the sarcastic side.

“Okay, well just make sure it’s even.”

“Sit still and maybe I’ll have a shot.”

“Work through it, Kay, because if I sit still, I’ll get the nervous sweats.” Sango reasoned, sighing deeply as she bobbed a knee up and down and shut her eyes so Kagome could continue.

“It’s gonna be fine!” She confidently stated, blending the brown eyeshadow as steadily as possible. “You’re gonna have a good time, and you’ll see there was nothing to be so worried about.”

“Hey, you had a nervous breakdown in my room, and I’m entitled to have one in yours.” Sango blindly pointed, defending herself.

“It’d be wise of you not to bring that up. I have blue eyeshadow at my disposal, and you wouldn’t know I applied it until it was too late to fix.”

“Wow, Inuyasha’s rubbing off on you.”

“That’s a Sango move, actually.”

“Shit, you right.” Her best friend smirked proudly, the expression falling as quickly as it had appeared as she went back to her unsettling bouncing. “But, what if we don’t connect? What if he’s only capable of talking to me through text and it all falls apart in person!?”

“He managed to ask you out in person, Sango.”

“But -”

“You’re fishing. Stop fishing. You were looking forward to this yesterday, and now you’re panicking. Miroku’s been much better about talking to you. I mean, he’s even kind of charming!”

“If it’s bad, will you ditch Inuyasha and come save me?” Sango opened her eyes, pouting out her bottom lip pleadingly.

“You know I wouldn’t hesitate.” Kagome smiled, dabbing the brush in the palette again. Sango settled slightly, slouching in her seat.

The doorbell chimed through the house, and Kagome hardly reacted, tapping the blending brush on the side of the palette casing to free the excess powder.

“Sota!” She called, waiting to see if she could hear the sound of his footsteps leaving his room from down the hall. When she didn’t, she called his name again, a little louder that time. As she, once more, didn’t hear him coming, she yelled for him, dragging the end of his name out to make sure she was heard.

“God, what!?” Her little brother wailed, stomping all the way over to the open entry of her bedroom. His gaming headset was still worn, just dropped to rest behind his head, his controller held tightly in the grip of one hand.

“Can you get the door? I’m a little preoccupied.”

“You made me get killed, Kagome!”

“It’s a game.” Kagome drawled dismissively. “By default, what I’m doing is more important.”

“Mom said we’re not supposed to answer the door for anybody, anyway. What if it’s a burglar?” Sota asked, returning her sass with a mocking, downward twinge of his mouth.

“Pretty sure a burglar wouldn’t be ringing the doorbell, but if it is one, I’d rather sacrifice you before I sacrifice myself.”

Her brother stood in the doorway, his eyes slanting in the smallest glare, staring blankly at her for a solid moment. Kagome stared back a little awkwardly, about to tell him Inuyasha was the one waiting to be let in when Sota quickly flicked off the light and darted down the stairs, leaving both of the girls shouting for him in the dark.

“Why is the light off?” Inuyasha asked as he rounded the corner to her room half a minute later, switching it back on to see the two girls sitting perfectly still in front of one another. “Hey, Sango.” He casually greeted with a notch of his head.

“Oh, you know, makeup in the dark’s a new sport.” Kagome sarcastically replied.

“Sota?”

“Yeah.”

“No wonder he ran into the kitchen instead of coming back upstairs.” Inuyasha welcomed himself into her bedroom, setting down the bag of food he’d brought beside him as he sat on Kagome’s bed behind her. She rested on a stool borrowed from downstairs, leaning forward to resume what she’d been doing.

“So, what are you guys doing tonight?” Sango grinned, her tone holding a flirtatious insinuation.

“Watching The Conjuring.” Inuyasha responded, taking the Styrofoam containers out to set up their food.

Kagome jerked around, eyes large, her lips curved in disconcertment. “We are?”

“That was the deal, babe. I told you for each Harry Potter movie you make me watch, you’re watching a horror one.” He shrugged carelessly.

“But, there’s eight! And, you can’t just watch one without all the others! That’s barbaric!”

Inuyasha grinned, grabbing a taquito from the plate and taking a bite with no remorse. With a huff of momentary defeat, she twisted back to face Sango, swapping her brush out for the mascara.

“Wow. You guys are a thrilling couple.” Sango dully sneered. “You skipped right passed the awkward stages and went straight for boring. It’s only been, like, a month.”

“No, that’s not true. The other day, he -“

“Hey! No! Don’t you fucking dare!” He interjected, mouth half-full.

The two girls stared at each other humorously, trying not to laugh as Kagome tightly sealed her mouth.

“What did he do?” Sango silently mouthed.

“I’ll tell you later.” Kagome mouthed in return. She played it off, handing the mascara over for Sango to apply, herself.

“Anyway, aren’t you guys still technically in the honeymoon stage? Where’s all the gross, overly-affectionate gestures that you guys are supposed to be doing to make sure the other still likes you?” Sango questioned semi-jokingly.

Curious, Kagome spun back around to face Inuyasha, waiting to see what he’d say. He glanced back at her with genuine innocence, his second taquito in hand.

“Do you still like me?” The hanyou asked.

“Yeah, you’re alright.” Kagome absentmindedly shrugged, turning back to Sango, grabbing the highlighter and appropriate brush.

“Never mind, you guys are kind of cute.” Sango remarked, laughing and allowing her best friend to dust the final touches onto her skin.

Truth was, neither of the two were very into public displays of affection, Inuyasha even more so than Kagome. They held hands and hugged, giving each other little gestures here and there while in school, but nothing much more than that. It wasn’t Inuyasha’s style, and Kagome more than understood that boundary, which equally worked in her favor because she liked to keep him and the sweet things he did for her all to herself.

“Okay, all set.” She beamed, placing all of her makeup back into the designated drawer.

“Miroku picking you up from here?” The hanyou inquired as Sango stood and adjusted her outfit in the lengthy mirror near the closet.

“No, I’m meeting him at the restaurant. I didn’t want my dad to know. As far as he’s concerned, I’m spending the night here and that’s it.”

“Not allowed to date yet?”

“It’s not that. My dad’s just one of those typical guys that meets your date at the door with a shotgun. And, I mean, he’s a cop - and not a scrawny one, either. I did not want to put Miroku under that kind of pressure.”

“Hey, can I be there when you do introduce them?” Inuyasha seemed a little too pleased with the idea.

“Sure,” She shrugged. “If you tell me the cringey thing you did the other day.”

“Aren’t you running late?” Inuyasha stiffly rebutted, changing the subject swiftly.

Sango laughed, flicking a finger gun his way before proudly presenting her final look to her best friend.

Kagome stood up, pulling the length of Sango’s chocolate brown hair to the front of her shoulders. “Text me so I know you got there safely.”

“I will.”

“And, when you’re on your way back.”

“Yes, mom.”

“I’ll obviously be waiting up for you.”

“I appreciate it.” Sango bobbed her head along, like these questions were per regime. “Oh, wait, what do I do if he starts going all spastic again?”

“Change the subject.” Inuyasha casually mentioned, his eyes on his phone like he wasn’t even paying attention. “If he gets weird, keep talking like normal and he’ll calm down.”

“Oh.” It was that easy? “Thanks, dog boy.”

“Mhm.”

Kagome walked her out, repeating that she wanted to know when she arrived safely before walking back inside and locking the door behind her, heading right back up the stairs to her bedroom. Her pace increased halfway up, eager to get back, and as she shut her door on her way, she noticed the food was cleared from the bed and on the floor, signifying it was safe to proceed with her usual routine. His eyes were still on his phone as he replied to a text, but his grin wasn’t all that subtle. He knew exactly what she was about to do. Kagome pounced on the bed, his arms instinctively snagging around her to catch, the both of them flying back against her mattress from the force. Kagome wasted no time adjusting their positions, her legs straddling his waist as he laid flat on his back, folding over onto his chest and resting her face in the crook of his neck. Inuyasha chuckled, knowing what she wanted and complying immediately, soothingly rubbing his hands up and down her back.

“Do we really have to watch The Conjuring?” She mumbled.

“Yup. But, I brought you a burrito if that makes you feel any better.” She could hear the smile in his tone.

“What kind of burrito?” Kagome’s voice was playful, snuggling a little closer to her boyfriend, his hands never ceasing their roaming along her back.

“Bean, rice, and cheese.”

“Mmm, you’re my favorite.”

“I’ve noticed you only say that when I bring you food.” He laughed. She hummed an affirmation, rising to her hands and hovering over him. Inuyasha took the opportunity to reach up for a small kiss, finally greeting her like he’d wanted to all along.

She gently rolled off of him, grabbing the remotes from the bedside table and turning on the tv as he grabbed the food from the floor, setting her Styrofoam plate before her before taking the remote she offered so he could choose which streaming app his movie was located on.

As Inuyasha began to get comfortable by resting his back against the wall right beside her after pressing play, Kagome looked at him absurdly - almost like he’d just committed a felony. He tried not to laugh, waiting for her to say something, growing even further confused when all she did was pull at the sleeve of his hoody and then point to the spot in front of her.

“What?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Kagome questioned, as if the answer was plain and obvious. “You have to protect me.”

“It’s barely started.” He chuckled.

“I don’t care, sit in front of me.”

“In front?”

“Yeah, come on.” She pulled on his sleeve harder to direct him, maneuvering one of her legs behind his back so she was semi covered by his torso. This way, she could easily duck behind him when things got too spooky.

“Man, you really don’t like scary movies, do you?” Inuyasha laughed, shaking his head.

“I warned you ages ago.” Kagome stated, finally taking a bite out of her burrito and shifting an inch or two closer to her newfound shelter.

“This wasn’t exactly the idea I had in mind when thinking of how close you’d be while watching something like this.”

“What a cliche move.” She teased.

“You’re so weird.” He was smiling, his hand coming up to gently caress her cheek as he pulled her in to give a small kiss on her head.

Inuyasha hardly paid attention to the movie, obligated to provide little sources of comfort to his sissy of a girlfriend. Not by her, but by himself. It was enjoyable, as wrong as it seemed, to feel her clutch onto the sweater at the sides of his ribcage, burying her head behind his shoulder. A couple of times, even, she jumped in her skin, her fingers actually gripping his sides and squeezing right into his tickle spots, making him flinch and grunt in response. All she could do was laugh and apologize while she hid her face from the movie, but he didn’t mind. Not one fucking bit. Honestly, he hoped she forced him to watch the other seven Harry Potter movies, just so he could put on his own selection and reap the benefits. In an attempt to soothe her just a smidge, he held onto her thigh she had nearest his side, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the cotton of her leggings.

As it ended, Kagome slouched against him, a small whine leaving her mouth before she threw herself along her mattress dramatically. “Thank god it’s over.”

“And, you survived. I’m proud of you.” He rolled his eyes, humored by her antics.

“Don’t patronize me. It’s been years since I’ve watched anything like that!”

“Well, then I guess you’ll just need to watch some more to get used to them, huh?” Inuyasha grinned, a little devilishly, as he twisted and crawled over her.

“Fair is fair.” Kagome said, her whisper, though flirtatious, taking on a shy hint. Her brown eyes flickered down to his lips, impatiently waiting for him to lower himself and kiss her.

He loved the way she raked her teeth along her bottom lip, her lids fluttering mostly closed as she watched him slowly crouch to kiss her. It would be a lie if he said discovering the ins and outs of their own relationship wasn’t as tedious as his lean toward her, or his deliberate hover just above her expecting lips, and there was still much to learn, but he found himself eager while more than willing to take his time. It would be an even bigger lie to say he hadn’t been frightened as they first got into the groove of transitioning from friend’s to couple; of the obnoxious and rampant feelings demanding to be explored, of hurting her, of crossing a line. But, as one day turned into one week, and one week turned into two, and three into four, his nerves warmed and quieted, and the gentle touch of her fingertips to his skin reinforced the safety that they’d worked to build within each other since the day they’d met.

Intentionally, Inuyasha refrained from pressing his body between her legs as he softly dragged his lips against hers, enjoying the heat of her shallow breath along his mouth before molding into a perfect kiss. She was such a sweet kisser, holding the tendency to follow his lead for the most part, but his favorite thing she did was that tender suck she’d give to his bottom lip, baiting him just a little further every fucking time. She tasted delightful, she smelled heavenly, she felt wonderful against him in the tiny ways he’d allot - like her hands along his sides or beneath the hemline of his sweater, or their chests rising and falling in steady synchronicity. He’d learned the deep sighs she’d gift when she was content with his actions, and how they differed when she wanted a bit more. The latter held the inkling of a whimper, and it’d be another lie to say he wasn’t weak for it.

That was the sound he detected just now, her warm fingers gripping into the flesh of his hips, just beneath his hoodie and shirt, and Inuyasha smiled against her mouth, adjusting one of his knees on the outside of her leg so he could safely move a little closer to her without surpassing a boundary he hadn’t yet already. The kiss grew a little more intense, almost following the beat of the dramatic score music playing as the credits of the movie continued to scroll.

The loud, annoying chime of Inuyasha’s cell phone alarm going off rudely interrupted, dragging a husky groan out of the half demon as he broke apart from Kagome, reaching toward the edge of the mattress near her nightstand to silence the damn thing.

“Curfew?” She quietly asked. He nodded, giving a raspy sigh and softly kissing her cheek before sitting up. Her own phone dinged just then, and she grabbed it, opening the text from Sango.

Sorry! Forgot to give a heads up! Miroku’s walking me back and I should be there in a few.

“Oh, Sango’s almost here, anyway.” Kagome said, sitting up next to him.

“How far out is she?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “She said a few minutes.”

“Plenty of time.” He grinned, pushing his girlfriend back down to the bed and kissing her.

“Your curfew!” She giggled, growing even louder as he playfully littered her face in small, delicate pecks.

“It’s only a few minutes.”

“You timed it perfectly! You’ll be late!”

“I’ll run.”

“Inuyasha!” Kagome laughed, almost shrieking as he pinched her tickle spots at her waist. “Okay, go! I’m gonna accidentally kick you!”

“Alright, alright.” He jokingly droned, pushing himself off of her and getting his small amount of things together. Kagome gathered their trash in the plastic bag he’d brought their food in so she could throw it away in the bin in the kitchen, following him downstairs.

As Inuyasha approached the door, his ear gave a little flick, catching two familiar voices talking outside. Pulling the curtain aside an inch, he peeked to see who it was. “Sango and Miroku are back.”

The quick shuffle of feet surprised him as Kagome ran from the kitchen to his side, snagging his arm from the door and pulling him away. “You can’t go out there!”

“Why not!?”

“Because, they’re not done yet! You can’t just interrupt!”

“But, I’ve gotta go!”

“Tough. You can run.” She dismissed, dropping to her knees and pulling her boyfriend down with her so they could safely watch without the peel of the curtain being too noticeable.

On the sidewalk before the entry path, Miroku and Sango stood inches away from one another, talking so softly she figured even Inuyasha wouldn’t be able to understand what they were saying. Sango’s hands were held in Miroku’s, his indigo gaze on her soft and almost blissful while Sango seemed to be looking back at him hopefully, sucking in her bottom lip.

“Is it okay for us to be watching this?” Inuyasha inquired, slightly uncomfortable.

“She’s gonna tell me what happened, anyway.” Kagome carelessly shrugged, her brown eyes never leaving the two outside.

“Isn’t this, I don’t know, private? Why would she tell you?”

“We tell each other everything.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Everything?” Inuyasha echoed, shock resounding in his tone. Kagome glanced over at him then, perplexed at first, then clearly attempting to play it off with a subtle scoff.

“But, I haven’t told her anything about you. Oh, look, I think he’s gonna kiss her!” She grabbed his sleeve in excited anticipation, watching as Inuyasha’s best friend leaned down to kiss Sango goodnight. It was difficult to hold back her squeal, and even more difficult not to shake Inuyasha’s arm back and forth when she witnessed the pure romance unfolding right before them. As her best friend turned to walk toward the house, the cherry color of her face was more than evident in the porch light, and Kagome finally dropped the curtain, standing and bouncing around Inuyasha to open the door right when her best friend knocked.

They, obviously, played it cool while Miroku watched from the sidewalk to make sure Sango got inside safely, Kagome giving a little twiddle of her fingers to say hi to him. While the door was still open, Inuyasha took the opportunity to pass through, giving his girlfriend a small ruffle of her hair on the crown of her head as he said goodbye.

She shut the door when she saw the two opposite best friends meet and walk in the direction of the hanyou’s house, the two girls now safe to get giddy and screech about Sango’s night, but as they went to run up the stairs, there was a heavy knock on the front door, halting them. Inuyasha stood just outside, a slightly irritated expression cocking his brow. Kagome dropped her head to the side, curious, but before she could ask what was wrong or what he’d forgotten, he signaled to Sango to turn around with a twirl of his finger. She rolled her brown eyes but complied, spinning around so her back was to them, and Inuyasha gently curved his palms around the soft line of Kagome’s jaw, bringing her in for her own goodnight kiss.

“You’re gonna be super late now.” She whispered, bashfully biting her lip.

He gave a breathy chuckle, stepping back and running off toward his house.

“He was actually really nice the entire night! A total gentleman! There was a little bit of panic here and there, but I kept the conversation going like Inuyasha said, and it went really smoothly!” Sango gushed, plopping down on the bed next to Kagome after changing into her pajamas. “He opened doors for me, he held my hand while we walked for a while after dinner, and he insisted on bringing me back here, Kay!”

“And then you kissed!”

“And then we kissed!” Sango squeaked, grabbing a pillow and hugging it closely in an attempt to contain herself.

“So, how was it? Is he a good kisser?” Kagome asked, bouncing on her bottom from her joyful curiosity.

“Oh my god,” Sango practically swooned. “So good. It started off careful and soft and then, wow, does that boy know how to kiss. Girl, I didn’t know getting weak in the knees was an actual thing, but I felt like I was wobbling up to the door like an old lady without a cane.”

Kagome laughed, not even slightly fazed by her best friend’s dramatic explanations. “I take it you guys are going out again?”

“Hopefully. I mean, he didn’t ask, but if he did I’d say yes in a heartbeat.”

“And, what if he asked you to be his girlfriend?”

“I’d pause to make him think I was contemplating on it and wasn’t totally desperate, and then eventually say yes, of course.”

“Of course.” Kagome repeated, giggling and snatching the cell out of Sango’s hand as she illuminated the screen to check her notifications for the umpteenth time in five minutes. “Quit checking your phone! He’ll text you when he texts you!”

“Yeah, but what if my phone glitches and the text doesn’t go to my lock screen! I need to check my messages.”

“Sango -“

“Is my phone on silent?”

“No!” Kagome laughed, holding the phone away from her as she reached for it.

“I should probably check it.”

“Sango!”

“Give it back, heathen!”

“You have to be patient!”

“Oh, like you were with Inuyasha!?” Sango was now on top of her desperately trying to reach for her phone as Kagome kept fighting to hold it away from her.

“You’re just gonna keep throwing that in my face, aren’t you?”

“Give. It. To. Me.”

The ding of her text messages went off, a short vibration tickling Kagome’s palm, and she looked up to see Miroku’s name lighting up the screen with a few pink hearts trailing behind.

“Oh, it’s him.” Kagome nonchalantly said, passing the phone back to her friend with an innocent smile. Sango enthusiastically took it back, opening up the message and typing something in return.

“What does it say?” Kagome eagerly inquired.

Sango blushed deeply, rolling into a happy little ball on her side and holding the phone close with a content grin. “He said goodnight. I love goodnight texts.”

She was right. They were the best. Such a simple and tiny gesture, which was equally sentimental and wonderful. Someone took a small moment out of their lives before going to sleep just to send you something sweet, letting you know they were thinking of you. Kagome was so happy that Sango was finally getting what she wanted.

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Inuyasha was acting weird. Kagome couldn’t place her finger on why. Nothing between them had happened, and as far as she knew, nothing else was wrong. But, that couldn’t be the case because something had to be wrong. He wasn’t being mean, he was just being short. Maybe she could even classify his current characteristics as skittish.

The other day, he’d been helping her with her homework - nothing new there. But, when she brought up their plans for that Friday, he got visibly tense. It was her younger brother’s birthday, and they were making dinner and cake. A few of Sota’s friends were sleeping over that night, and Inuyasha had said a couple weeks prior that he would show up for the main event of it, and let them borrow some of the milder horror films he had in his arsenal. Her brother really seemed to like her boyfriend, and as much as she picked on the twerp for anything and everything, she found it kind of endearing that he looked up to the hanyou. Inuyasha was supportive in his own little way to Sota; not actively pursuing to be his friend or anything, but never once shutting the younger boy down or pushing him away when he had a weird question. And, it was Sota. He had nothing but weird questions, irrelevant to literally anything pertaining to what they were talking about in the moment.

She’d asked if he was coming, and Inuyasha didn’t seem to remember the plans they’d made, his discomfort gradually elevating. So, she reminded him that it was Sota’s birthday, and though he looked like he recalled the conversation where he’d agreed to come, a guilty expression scrunched at his nose.

“I, uh, I can’t.”

“Did you forget and make other plans?” Kagome genuinely asked, not at all upset, but more piqued by his suddenly rocky demeanor.

“Actually, I forgot about my other plans first and made these ones with you. I’ve gotta help my uncle with something.” He replied, his eyes only meeting the paper before him as he busied his fingers with his pen.

“Oh, with what?”

“Something.”

“O-okay.” She pinched her lips together, feeling a little shut out. It wasn’t often he did that anymore, so it wasn’t something she was altogether used to nowadays. It was strange, and he seemed to notice her own disconcertment rising.

“It’s, uh, he’s just too old to be lifting some things so, yeah, that’s where I come in. I’ve gotta help. Sorry.” He vaguely explained. Kagome nodded, accepting what he’d given her, actively trying not to pry for more information. “I’ll probably be leaving school early, too. So, I’ll only see you in the morning that day.”

His tone was pretty direct, to the point, and even after letting that go, he still appeared a little off - probably because she was paying attention now. Especially that Friday morning. The half demon just seemed so drained and listless. She’d ask if he was alright, and he’d just given a plain, “yeah,” in response. He didn’t say goodbye before leaving school at lunch, and throughout the remainder of the day, his texts were few and far between. Truthfully, she really did believe he was busy.

That didn’t quiet her suspicions that there was something else beneath the surface, though.

The next day, they were texting like normal, talking like normal, absolutely nothing out of the usual - which served to further unsettle her. She wanted to ask him about it, but she would have preferred to see him and personally make sure he was alright. At the same time, it was a little unnerving to ask if they could meet up or if she could go see him. She didn’t want him catching on that she’d been concerned, and having him react in typical Inuyasha fashion by dispersing her thoughts and changing the subject away from him.

The thought came to her like a light clicking on overhead: What would Inuyasha do if the roles were reversed? The first time he was visibly concerned about her, he snuck over at eleven in the evening and made up some silly excuse about forgetting his pin that never existed just to see if she was sick. Maybe the same scenario could work out fairly for her, as well.

Had she ever snuck out before? Absolutely not. Was she terrified she’d get caught? More than words could tell. Was she gonna do it anyway? It’s what Inuyasha would do! Kagome waited until around ten that night, knowing her mom was in bed and Sota was playing one of the new video games he’d been gifted the night before. Everyone was usually left alone to do their own thing late in the evening, so she was mostly confident she’d get away with it. There was always the chance her brother would barge in to do something stupid, or her mom would get up for a late cup of tea and would come in to offer her one, but that didn’t happen all that often. For good measure, she turned on her tv for background noise and locked her bedroom door.

Silently, Kagome slid her window open, carefully stepping out onto the roofing just outside, and when she slid it shut, she left it cracked so she could easily get back in. She’d decidedly donned black jeans and a black hoodie - for stealth purposes, of course. That’s what people did in the movies. She couldn’t necessarily say it’s what Inuyasha would do in this case, because it’s what Inuyasha would do on almost any average day. The guy wore a lot of dark colors.

Getting from the roof to the tree branch was a lot more tricky than it seemed; her boyfriend made it look so easy. The last time she’d climbed a tree, she was stuck in it for hours until her dad had realized, come outside to look for her, and gotten her down. Of course, she was six or seven, and the size of an even younger child - height has never been on her side. Hopefully, that’d work out to her advantage tonight. Inuyasha was six feet tall, toned, and rightfully heavier than she. If the branch could keep from breaking on him, it would definitely hold her. She trusted that much. What she didn’t trust was her own capability to maneuver from the branch to the trunk to the floor.

She’d crouched low, slowly inching herself over to the nearest branch from the roof, resembling more of a nervous sloth than an Inuyasha. As soon as she felt relatively confident, Kagome finally climbed all the way onto the ligament of the tree and away from the safety of her roof. It wasn’t so bad once she was over that terrifying part. All she had to do was watch the steadiness of her feet as she stepped little-by-little over to the trunk like she’d seen Inuyasha do. Then, she’d have to step down to a different branch, then another, then the floor. Not horrible in retrospect, but she knew when it all came down to the moment, she’d hesitate and overthink her next movement.

Once her feet were on the ground, though, it took a little too much effort not to jump and cheer for herself, having to have slapped her hands over her own mouth as she’d accidentally let out a squeak of joy. What made it worse was no one had been around to see her achievement - which, yes, was the intention, but still. In her excitement, she ran straight to the curb, speeding onto the path toward Inuyasha’s house.

Kagome knew his bedroom was on the second floor since the one time she’d been over she’d watched him head up the stairs, but she’d never actually been up there herself, and therefore didn’t know which window to target as her destination. Her one fear was climbing up and knocking on his uncle’s window. The mortification she’d feel at locking eyes with the older man was almost enough to convince her to opt for throwing pebbles at the windows from behind bushes until the hanyou she favored peeked out of one.

No. That wouldn’t do. She had so much adrenaline soaring through her right now, so much pride at her tree-scaling abilities, that she simply had no choice but to climb the tree on the side of Inuyasha’s home and seek out his window like the champ she was.

Silently, Kagome opened and closed the front gate, noticing no lights in the front were on before sneaking around to the right side of the house. Downfall: There was a cement wall that separated the front from the backyard. Without apprehension, wanting to get out of the main line of sight for anyone glancing out of windows or passing by, she hopped, latching her hands onto the top. She tried pulling herself straight up, but lacked the necessary upper body strength to do so, only succeeding in losing her grip and falling back down to the grass to land on her feet. Her palms had scraped along the edge of the cement, her skin growing hot with irritation, but not hurting, so she jumped up once more, this time after scooting a little closer to the side of the house so she could use it to brace her feet on and kick up a bit. There was still a struggle to raise herself up enough, but after a third try, she was able to hook her elbow over the top and leverage herself up the rest of the way until she was awkwardly braced on her hands and knees and squirming to sit on her butt where she’d be able to scoot her way off the wall and into the backyard.

Of course, so it goes, one of the simplest tasks of the night just so happened to be the most threatening to Kagome. Her hands were raw from climbing down her own tree, and the cement definitely did its part to irritate and scratch up her palms. She’d been trying to carefully shift her butt over the edge enough to safely hop down from the wall - because, honestly, the drop was the scariest part of it all - but when she griped the rough texture, trying to turn her body to lower herself down, she grated the already-tender areas and dropped herself straight to the floor where she tore her jeans over her knee, the skin beneath scraped and angry.

Inuyasha wouldn’t think twice about a minor injury like this, and she repeated that to herself over and over while she looked at her knee with horrified distraught, resisting the natural temptation to clutch her stinging wound and hiss at the pain like it made anything better. Her eyes definitely didn’t prickle, because she was tough and strong, and things like this definitely didn’t bother her at all.

Picking herself up to her feet and wiping the pout off her face, Kagome quietly ventured forward the few feet necessary to get to the trunk of the tree, circling it to find the best spot to get her footing on. This was also serving as her wakeup call to work out a little more than the ten sit-ups she did every few weeks. Or months. Her arms were struggling massively to pull her up onto the first branch, and she was now glad that no one was there to see her pathetic lack of muscle. She was, though, the type to work smarter, not harder, so she dropped her hold to grasp the belt loops in her pants, shimmying them up a little higher - because who doesn’t know the struggle with pants slipping down while you’re trying to work? - before reclaiming her grip and really pressing her foot into the notch on the trunk, grateful the rough bark helped the soles of her shoes stick instead of slide. With the little leverage she gained, Kagome replaced one foot with the other, now able to climb up into a little nook in the tree where branches were thick and veered right from the trunk. From then on, it wasn’t too difficult, and Inuyasha’s tree was even more forgiving than her own, actually reaching over the roof so she wouldn’t have to test the stability of ligaments before scampering over to solid safety.

Kagome kept herself low and close to the wall as she crawled her way toward the back of the house, grateful the window she approached was shut by blinds. There was one window in the back toward the further side of the house with a light on, yellow hues guiding her path. She could only hope it was the one she was looking for.

Carefully, on her way, she neared a darkened window first, making sure the coast was clear before she ventured on. The blinds were down, but they were twisted open, and from her angle, she couldn’t really see in. It was dark, and she could hardly make out what was inside, but the one thing she did notice was the window, itself, was shut. If anyone was actually in there - conscious or not - her shuffling would be muffled and hopefully dismissed as a curious raccoon. A very large and curious raccoon, but a raccoon nonetheless.

Still, she proceeded cautiously, trying to duck as low as she could below the windowsill to remain undetected before crawling forward to the illuminated one. Again, she played it safe, peeking in from the side to try and gauge whose room it was. The bed was to the right of the window, unmade and messy, a nightstand right beside it - below the glass she observed through - with a cellphone, remote, and alarm clock on top.

Easy solution.

Kagome pulled her phone out of her pocket, opening the recent and unread text from her boyfriend. She’d reply and see if an alert went off, and then there’d be no need to wander further to the other side of the house to see if there was another room to peep through.

After hitting send, she watched the opposite cellphone intently, perking when it lit up with her text and finally coming into full view of the window to peer through. Inuyasha wasn’t inside, the door at the far end of the left wall wide open, so she waited impatiently, her thrill to see him in this manner overriding her earlier concern.

The hanyou was donned in sweats and nothing else, his chest left bare, and his silver hair thrown into a messy bun, re-entering his room while brushing his teeth. He didn’t notice her immediately, which worked in her favor. She’d never seen him so dressed down, so comfortable, so shirtless, and her brows raised in impure admiration. But, when he finally caught her sitting there, he froze, and she easily played off her stare with a gleeful, little wave.

Inuyasha had deadpanned, his hand halting the toothbrush in his mouth, his chest noticeably rising and falling with a heavy breath as he about-faced and left the room, holding up a finger indicating for her to wait when she gave a surprised squeak at his leaving. Kagome couldn’t help but giggle, loving when he was so shocked by something that he literally had no fathomable reaction. It wasn’t often that that happened, and his blank face was just so stinking cute.

The toned abs were a plus.

When he came back in, shutting the door on his way, his toothbrush gone and mouth rinsed of toothpaste, Kagome beamed happily, observing his steady approach to the window. Yes, she definitely noticed the way his muscles flexed as he lifted the glass, and her bright smile never faded as he bent down, propping his forearms on the frame with a studious expression on his face.

“Hey, I’ve got a question for you.” Inuyasha said huskily.

“Mhm?”

“What the fuck are you doing?” There was no malice to his tone, or in the way he’d cocked an eyebrow peculiarly. In fact, he was so level with Kagome that her smile only grew wider as she fell into a fit of soft giggles.

“I came over to see you.”

“Why?” His tone still held evenly.

“I wanted to.” She said playfully.

“Why?” A little more pressed that time, though a grin began to appear, trying to get a real answer from her.

“Because, I missed you.”

“Why?”

“Do I really need an excuse to see the most handsome half demon in existence?”

“You better give me one before I push you off this roof.”

“I - I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Kagome admitted, her playfulness dwindling slightly as she gave into the truth, though she met him with cute, pouty eyes, knowing he’d be soft for her intentions. Her smile pushed through, though appearing a little more sheepish than before. His brows pinched together, and she knew he was wondering what she was alluding to. “You were acting kind of weird yesterday. I was worried.”

Inuyasha sighed out, turning a hand over in offer to her, and when she took it, he gave a gentle pull to guide her inside, assisting her along the way by bracing his opposite hand over her head to protect her from accidentally hitting it against the border of the opened window. He supported her weight as she carefully climbed over his nightstand, and when her feet were safely on the floor of his bedroom, he closed the window to keep the chill out.

“Why do I smell blood?” He questioned, turning back to her speculatively.

“Oh, I skinned my knee.” Kagome replied, lifting her leg to a ninety-degree angle so he could see the tear in her pants before putting her foot back down.

“Klutz.” Her murmured with a small roll of his eyes, heading over to his dresser and pulling out the first shirt he saw, wasting no time in putting it on. His torso was now hidden beneath a grey tee, speckled with lighter grey flecks, and Kagome was a bit disappointed to have the nice sight stolen from her, though she, of course, didn’t show it. “Why didn’t you just ask me, babe? I would have told you I was fine.” He mentioned kindly, waltzing over to sit on his bed in front of her.

“Because, I knew that’s what you would have said. And then, you would have changed the subject. I wanted to see for myself, and so I did what you would have done.”

“What I would have done?”

“You snuck over once just to see if I was sick that one time I missed school because of Sota.” She smiled, biting her lip. “I wanted to be bold like you. And, get answers like you. Was that… wrong?”

The look she was giving him was shaking his stability. Kagome probably didn’t understand the significance of the glimmer in her eye, or how the way she currently dragged her teeth over her plush, bottom lip made him glance away for the sake of his own sanity. She seemed so innocent, her actions compassionate and brave, but god, his core had never been heated like this before.

“So, you snuck out of your house?” Inuyasha asked, amused, gliding his tongue over his canine.

“Yup.”

“Looks like I’m a bad influence on you.” He chuckled, wagging his finger for her to come closer. She happily obliged, stopping between his legs and sliding her hands over the tops of his shoulders as his own gently slid around the backs of her thighs.

“The worst.” Kagome teased, lightheartedly. She pecked the smallest kiss to the tip of the white appendage atop his head. There was a part of her that wished she wasn’t wearing her sweater, and only a thin shirt, so that she had a chance at feeling the heat from his breath as he exhaled deeply at the same moment. Just to satiate the expanding flurry in her belly, she curved downward, softly kissing his lips, lingering, sighing herself, as the air was stolen from her lungs from just how tender he returned her affection. Parting was slow, and deliberate, and comfortable, as was the way she brushed her lips over his in a ghost of a touch to glide over to his cheek to kiss him there, too. “So, you’re okay, right? Nothing’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Kagome. I promise.” He whispered, smiling gently. “You really came over just to check on me?”

“Of course, I did.” She giggled, stepping back and out of his hold to allow her eyes to explore his bedroom for the first time. “Why do you seem so surprised?”

“No reason.” He shook his head, watching as she wandered about to look at the few things he had up around his desk and bookshelf. She picked up the little crown he’d stolen from her that was nicely placed along the face of his study area, twiddling it in her fingers back at him. “Sorry I came off so weird yesterday. I had to deal with something.”

She’d come over in the dead of night, climbed some trees, scabbed her knee, she was expressing her feelings for him, her smile was grounding him, and suddenly, he didn’t much care for his stupid secret anymore.

“Yeah, you said you were helping your uncle?” Kagome inquired, continuing to play with the golden pin as she leaned back against his desk.

Inuyasha scrunched his nose at his lie, standing from his mattress and humbly looking to the side. “Uh, yeah, but no.”

“No?”

“I was actually doing something else.” The hanyou admitted, golden eyes landing back on her curious expression. Her dark hair splayed over her shoulder nicely as she leaned her head to the side, almost blending with the shade of her hoodie. “I was home. I was here.”

“Oh. Were you not feeling well?”

“Something like that.”

“You seem uncomfortable.” Kagome noted, her expression slackening. She placed the crown back where it was, dropping her shoulders in a relaxed manner as she braced her hands on the desk behind her to support her upper body where she leaned. He was on the private side, that was no secret, so the last thing she wanted to do here was push him. There was plenty of sincerity behind him saying he was okay just moments ago; she could take his word for it. The caution he was exuding, though, was kind of presenting a different sort of concern for her now. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Is this, like, something I should be worried about, though?”

“No. No, not at all.” He relaxed, himself. Not as much as she, especially when he dismissed her concerns, but enough to make sure she believed him. “I’ve just never talked about this with anyone before, so it’s kind of awkward.”

“That’s okay if -“

“I was napping.”

Kagome blinked in surprise.

“On and off. Here and there.”

“So,” She spoke, her voice wavering as she tried to fight back some giggles. “You were sleepy? That’s what was wrong?”

“Well, yes. In essence.” He nodded, pinching his lips together as he realized how ridiculous he was coming off. “Look, you don’t understand. I’m hardly ever tired, you know that.”

“Right, and it’s bound to catch up with you at some point.” Kagome grinned, humored by his embarrassment but trying not to appear so.

“Yes. When I’m human.” Inuyasha bravely said, like ripping off a bandaid. His girlfriend perked forward a bit, thrown by his confession, the bemusement vivid. His chuckle was sputtered, half caused by his nerves and half because of her reaction. “I’m half demon, Kagome. Which means I’m half human.”

“Yeah, no, I understand the biology behind it.”

“Not quite. There’s more to it. Every half demon’s got a weakness. Mine’s on the night of the new moon. When it comes around, I turn into a human.”

“A human?”

“Yeah, you know, like you.”

Kagome began to laugh, her cheeks growing rosy with delight. “That’s it?”

It was his turn to be confused. He didn’t quite know what to expect from it all, but one of the last things was her chill demeanor.

“Um,” He paused, cooled, breathing out fully as any discomfort he held left his body. “Yeah. Pretty much. I get really fucking tired and grumpy. And hungry. Even the hours leading up to it, my body just starts to feel off. That’s why I left early, and knew I’d want to. I usually stick out the day so ditching doesn’t become a regular, monthly thing, but I was drained just thinking about it the week leading up to it.”

“I get why you kept it to yourself. It’s personal. I promise, I won’t tell anybody.” Kagome said.

“I know. I trust you.”

“I feel a hell of a lot better now that I know, though.”

“That so?”

“Duh.” She giggled, sauntering over to him. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist when she got close, knowing what she was coming to him for, her hands gliding up the soft flesh of his arms. “I couldn’t stop thinking that something was bothering you.”

“Well, it’s not exactly fun being human.”

“Oh man, tell me about it.” She teased, rolling her brown eyes.

“Shut up.” He chuckled, pulling her flush against him and resting his forehead against hers. His voice softened, becoming a whisper as some of his confidence hid beneath the surface. His heart was thundering behind his ribcage and he simultaneously wanted and didn’t want her to feel it. On a whim, he opened his mouth, allowing the words he wanted to say to spill out before his nerves got the better of him. “You drive me crazy, you know that? In more ways than one. What am I supposed to do with you?”

Inuyasha claimed her smile with his mouth, his kiss heating as she pressed to her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. It wasn’t long before he heard that breathy, little whimper she’d make, and the guy was done for. Putty. His hands grew adventurous as they traveled down her lower back and over the curve of her ass. She made a tiny noise of surprise, but nothing out of protest, and even as their lips continued their tasteful dance, she only seemed to arch her back. Like, she’d wanted his hands there all along. Like, she wanted to further prove she could drive him crazy. The hanyou breathed her in, pulled her closer by his grip on her ass, his fingers traveling over her curves and sliding to sit within her back pockets.

It was as if his honesty had only provided fuel to the fire inside of her he hadn’t noticed sparked. He confessed to being fully human the night before, and she moved to him, running her hands over his arms, and he swore she was paying special attention to the defined area between his biceps and triceps. He told her how crazy she made him, and the girl became a vixen with her mouth and tongue, stealing his breath away, his mind muddled and fogged and whirling with insanity. How would she react when he told her he was in love with her? The thought of the passion she would present him with clenched at his chest, the muscles over his torso prickling with anticipation at the exhilarating thought of her blush and her smile and the shy kiss she’d give him that would only grow wonderful and hot.

Fuck.

He broke their kiss, breathless, knowing he was only doing himself in with his own imagination. The truth was, his weakness wasn’t the new moon. His weakness was Kagome. She wasn’t making him want for more, she was making his knees buckle with what he already had. He was thoroughly incapacitated by the intense feelings he had for a single person. In all his life, he never thought the idea was possible. Inuyasha pictured himself strong enough to handle anything. Then, in walked Kagome, with her flirtatious smile and her need to know his name, with her curiosity and stubborn nature, with her laughter, with her voice, with her gentle touch and hypnotizing scent. He should have known he was fucked from the start. He should have known he’d enjoy every second of it, too.

Kagome kissed his jaw, backing away a few inches to see his reaction. Her eyes were doe-like, large and innocent with the hint of wonder, and when he shrugged his brows at her in validation, she pecked another small kiss to the same area. She didn’t pull back to look at him after. Instead, she moved further on her own vindication, kissing his neck three times, languidly, and then pulling back to place the scantest of kisses to his lips.

“I have to go now.” She said, smugly backing out of his hold and heading toward the window.

“Hey, excuse you.” Inuyasha laughed, snatching her hand and pulling her back for one last, real kiss.

“I’m gonna get caught. I have to go.” She quietly whined, her tone playful.

“Not through the window, you don’t.” He said, letting her go after he’d gotten what he wanted.

“How else do you expect me to leave?”

“Door.”

“Inuyasha, baby, you’re growing rusty. I can’t just waltz out there as if I didn’t sneak over in the dead of night.” Kagome teased.

Inuyasha, unfazed, smirked. “Totosai’s not home, dummy. You can leave through the front like a normal person.”

“Oh.” She blanked.

“Give me a second to change my pants and I’ll walk you home.”

“What? No. You can’t.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because, that’s not what Inuyasha would do.”

“But, I’m Inuyasha.” He grimaced, perplexed.

“And, I’m acting like you, remember? You’re the Kagome in this situation.”

“I don’t like this game.”

“I don’t care.”

“Ah, you’re already good at it.” Inuyasha remarked, amused.

“Besides, I didn’t come over here just to get you to walk me back. I came to check on you. I came, I checked, I leave.”

“How are you getting back inside your place?”

“I climb.” She grinned, giggling.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, gesturing for her to walk out of his room as he followed close behind, taking the lead to guide her through the house and to the front. Abruptly, his girlfriend stopped and he turned to see what had her attention, noticing her hands were covering her mouth and her eyes had grown wide with astonishment, her squeal muffled while she stared at a picture to her right. His stomach sank, and he cringed as she waddled closer to the portrait. No. God, no. Fuck.

“Kagome, let’s go.”

“Oh my god!”

“I swear, if you say anything -“

“Is this you!?”

“Yes. Now, let’s go!” The hanyou marched back, snagged her hand to pull her, but it was like she was suddenly made of lead, planted firmly before the family picture.

A beautiful woman with long, dark brown hair supported a chunky toddler on her hip, pointing happily toward the camera to get the lopsided-puppy-eared boy to look into it. A tall man, hair long and silver, blue demon markings adorning his cheek bones, smile gleaming and bright, stood behind the two of them with a hand holding the woman’s waist, the other on the little boy’s back. This was Inuyasha with his birth family. He was right. He really did look more like his mom. She could see it in her smile, the shape of her eyes, and even her nose.

“You were so cute!”

“Stop it.”

“You’re so round!”

“Stop it.”

“How’d you lose all that baby fat?”

“Stop it."

“Look at you!”

“Alright, you asked for it.” Inuyasha bent down, hoisting Kagome over his shoulder and carrying the laughing girl off and down the stairs.

“Why are you so embarrassed?” Her voice was wheezy from her powerful laughter and the pressure on her abdomen against his shoulder, but he made sure his steps were as light and smooth as possible so as not to jostle her further. “You’ve seen my baby pictures in the hallway!”

“You weren’t supposed to see mine.”

“It should be considered a crime that you tried to keep that from me!”

“Sue me.” He chuckled, gently setting her down by the front door. Still, the clumsy girl stumbled backward slightly, and he reached to stabilize her, grasping behind her neck and pulling her in for a quick goodbye kiss. “You better fucking let me know when you’re back inside your room.”

“Bossy.” Kagome sneered, opening the door and heading out with a smile.

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“I forgot to ask earlier, how’s your knee?” Inuyasha inquired, holding Kagome’s book bag for her as she situated her stuff in her locker. She laughed - more at herself, he could tell - and brought her knee up as high as she could without risking her skirt’s boundaries. She stretched her black tights over the area so the material thinned, revealing the bandage beneath.

“Being you is dangerous.”

“No, being you is dangerous.” Inuyasha chuckled, shaking his head humorously. “You okay?”

“Oh, now you ask.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He dismissed, rolling his eyes.

Kagome nodded, shutting her locker and taking back her bag as they headed out to the courtyard, shadowed by their gloomy weather. “You can go. You don’t have to wait with me.” She said, just as he took her hand.

“Nah, you know I don’t mind. And, you know Miroku will pitch a fit if I walk home without him.” The hanyou shrugged, leaning against the designated tree the girls usually waited for each other at. She smiled in reply, playing with his fingers in her grasp, comfortable in the silence between each other.

It wasn’t long before their best friends appeared, Miroku’s hair slightly disheveled and Sango’s lipgloss smudged. Inuyasha groaned in revolt, but Kagome merely made eye contact with her counterpart, wiping an area of her own lip in a subtle gesture for Sango to clean up. She hastily took the hint, using her sleeve to wipe away the evidence of their little make out session.

“Ready?” Sango asked, her cheeks flushed.

“Yeah.” Kagome giggled, giving a little squeeze to Inuyasha’s hand before letting it go and waving goodbye.

“Call me tonight?” Sango asked coyly to Miroku, biting her bottom lip and walking backward next to her friend.

Her new boyfriend opened his mouth to respond, but the only noise he made was inarticulate and deep.

“Ew.” Inuyasha grimaced, making Kagome laugh as she grabbed Sango’s arm and pulled her away, the two girls heading down the cement path and out the school gates.

“How do you get away with that at school?” Kagome asked when they were in the clear.

“Oh, easy. There are so many uninhabited spots, you have no idea.” Sango replied. “You know the volleyball courts?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, instead of going straight there from the locker rooms, you can veer left, head through the little bushy area along the wall, and then there’s a little nook literally nobody goes by. That’s our usual spot.”

“It’s only been, like, a week! You have more than one?” Kagome laughed.

“Of course! Gotta have a backup! We’ve also claimed the big tree near the lunch area.”

“Well, well.” A deep voice greeted, catching Kagome’s startled attention to her left just as they turned a corner. “Found you.”

Kagome froze, locking eyes with a smirking Renkotsu.

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talkfastromance4 · 5 years ago

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one time when I got drunk I got really excited about an eyeshadow palette I had cause I brought it to the party to get ready before it started and I ended up bringing it downstairs and putting some gold glitter on the one guy while basically sitting on his lap and just major Luke vibes for a blurb 🥺

aw i love this so much! I’m gonna make this best friend!luke

donate to my ko-fi here :)

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You’re happily drunk as you chat with the boys about their upcoming tour at Ashton’s house for a party he was throwing. The topic of outfit choices and make-up came about and Luke couldn’t stop looking at your face. In your drunken state you thought you had something on your face.

“What? Do I have a bug?” You panic patting your cheek.

“No,” Luke laughs, “I just really like how glittery your eyes are.”

“Do you want some?! I have my palette upstairs! Don’t. Move!”

You pat his chest for good measure then run upstairs to get your palette from your bag. You changed and did your make-up while the party guests were still arriving because you’re always fashionably late.

You run upstairs and grab your new Jeffree Star palette nearly tripping down the stairs in your excitement. You find Luke still talking with Calum and Ashton but pull him away from their small huddle to the couch against the wall.

“Sit.”

“Yes ma’am,” he laughs relaxing into the couch.

“So this is what I’m wearing,” you point to the color, “but which one do you want?”

“Same one, so we’ll match,” he smiles at you. You’re frozen for a minute getting lost in those icy baby blues.

“Okay,” you chirp then sit on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs. You situate yourself so you’re comfy and notice the expression on his face. “Is this okay?”

“Y-yeah, yeah it’s fine,” he nods his adams apple bobbing.

“Okay.” You dab the brush in the color, “close your eyes.”

His eyes flutter shut and you stroke the brush across his lid. The rose gold glitter looks pretty on his skin and against his blond curls. You do the other one then blow on it, before brushing a little more on. Luke’s hands move to your waist, butterflies erupt in your tummy at his touch.

You continue your focus at hand using your pinky to blend in the color a bit more until it looks perfect.

“Open,” you murmur.

His eyes open slowly and you gasp for two reasons; one at how striking his blue eyes are with that color and two because you didn’t realize how close you’d gotten while you were applying it.

“How does it look?” he asks softly, his thumb rubbing circles into your lower back.

“Pretty,” you whisper. Your eyes dart down to his lips then back up to his piercing blues.

“You’re pretty,” he breathes then connects his lips with yours.

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footballerimaginess · 5 years ago

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LOCKDOWN SERIES 7. Playstation with Dele Word Count: 558 Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @lawsandother @evie-pr @luc-57x @thegameisaboutglory @footballxixstars “Let me guess another day of me sitting doing nothing while your playstation gets way more attention than me” you sighed out loud as you sat on the sofa while he put his headset on. “You love it” Dele smiled as he turned back around and turned on his screen. He played with that playstation and controller more then he had ever spoke to you since you were on lockdown. You were hoping that he would have more time to spend being with you, but sadly he spent so long on there. Dele was too busy playing on Fortnite and you were not in the mood. You went off upstairs to go and find something to keep your mind off of not being able to go out. You decided you would tidy up your makeup room as it was super messy. You weren’t doing anything else. You put everything away in your designated drawers. It was very much needed, seeing as there was so many eyeshadow palettes around your room and in many other rooms too. Despite having a big room all stored for your room, you got bored doing your makeup in one room that you did it any other room. Now you completed that one task, you were so bored. You walked downstairs and sat on the sofa, behind Dele hoping that he would notice you. You were now very annoyed by him. You walked in front of him and put your head through his arms as you climbed on his lap. “Babe what you doing?” Dele asked confused as you sat completely on his lap as you put your arms around his neck. Cuddling into his body as he put his arm around you. “This is cute, did you miss me?” you nodded as you felt his warm breath on your neck as he pressed kisses onto it. “Can I stay here for a while please?” you mumbled into his shirt. “Yeah of course babe, I kind of like it” he laughed as he carried on playing Fortnite. “You aren’t on screen are you? I don’t want the boys to see me” he grinned. “No it’s absolutely fine, they can’t see. Imagine if they did. They would be calling us softies” you giggled. “Why are you sitting on me anyway? I’m not complaining but I just want to know” he laughed as he still managed to concentrate on your game. “I just really missed you, you are forgetting to show me any attention.” You sighed. “Sorry, I will be with you all the time. I promise" you giggled into his chest. “I love you” you mumbled into his chest. “I love you too princess. Now shall I come off of this and cuddle with you and have some dinner” you laughed and faced him. “Yes please babe” you grinned as you climbed off of his body. “I know I have been annoying haven’t I. I have spent so much time playing Fortnite and many other games. I will try my hardest to remember to give you so much attention” Dele remarked as you laid on the sofa. “You shouldn’t have to remember though Del, but I forgive you. Now that we are going to spend all night cuddling” you laughed. “Yes babe, I was a dick. Don’t worry” He pressed his lips to your head.

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veridium · 4 years ago

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fake happy

Well, whaddya know! The College AU is back, baby! Unfortunately June was pretty much hell in a handbasket, so writing took a backseat. But, we are far from done. Thank you to everyone for sighting tight, and to @bitchesofostwick for being a very patient co-author.

So, where were we? Ah, yes, the holiday weekend from hell. On with the show! Title bought to you by a great Paramore song.

masterpost // last chapter

“Hey baby cakes!”

The moment she hears the shrill greeting whilst getting out of her car in the sandstone-colored driveway, Olivia knows she’s in a chapter of Dante’s Inferno. All the calmness she had with Ellinor earlier that day is gone; it is easier said than done enduring four days in the house of Paula Sinclair.

“Hey,” she rushes over her shoulder, pulling the side lever to release the trunk where her bags are kept. Just two, one of clothes and toiletries and the other books and supplies to do assignments. She’ll need the preoccupation as an excuse for the gauntlet of trials her Mom will invite her to.

As she’s filing her luggage out onto the driveway, she sees her Mom’s shadow approaching. She glances and sees her in all her glory: an olive green sundress with one of those straw pool hats. She was probably out basking in the sun all afternoon before this. Olivia is surprised she thought to put down whatever spiked beverage she must have had with her to come outside and greet her only child.

“Did you have a safe drive? You certainly did not rush to get home safe,” Paula says, halting and crossing her arms.

Olivia slams the trunk closed and huffs, slinging one bag’s strap over her shoulder and the other on her opposite forearm. “I woke up late, and had to help Ellinor pack.” Sorry, Ellinor.

“Ellinor! I will miss her this year.” A lie said out of convenience. The whole time Ellinor stays with them, Paula shoots her peculiar questions about her personal life or her political views. Ellinor knows better now after these last couple of years how to play them off, but Paula can’t help but size people up. It’s how she cultivates all her complaints.

“I will, too,” Olivia lets out as she makes her way to the front door, past the splendorous potted plants and fake green grass turf. Her Mother saunters behind her through the open door.

Once inside Olivia notices what’s missing, and sets her smaller bag down.

“Wh--”

“No no, do not just leave that there! Take it to the mud room or your bedroom.”

Olivia bites back a groan and turns around to face Paula as she shuts and locks the large-ass, gaudy-ass front door. “Fine. Where is Nemo?”

“Nemo?”

“...the dog, Mother.”

“Nemo! Oh, psh,” she waves her acrylics. “He is off in the yard. I kept him outside because the carpet steamers came this morning. You know how his muddy little paws are! Now, do I not get a hug?”

Olivia tenses up from head to toe, seeing her Mother coming in for the hug she didn’t wait for permission for. At least Nemo isn’t mysteriously gone -- she’s read too many horror stories online of people’s parents being complete monsters about their old family pets dying, and not telling the children who live elsewhere -- but Paula keeps Nemo out in the yard for days at a time when she gets the carpets cleaned. He will need company, and not just the husband going out and practicing his golf swing adjacent to him.

Oh, right, there’s a husband around here.

Paula hugs her with her arms draped over Olivia’s shoulders, rather than around her waist like a good bear hug. Something Dad would know how to do.

“I imagine Fred is off shooting, stuffing, or smoking something,” she mutters over her Mother’s shoulder, to which Paula gently swats at her shoulder and guffaws.

“No, silly! He’s in the yard with Nemo, your fellow prisoner,” she teases, picking up on Olivia’s dread with her trademark passive aggression. Only three minutes in the door, a new record.

“I didn’t say he couldn’t do those things out in the yard.” Lord knows he has before.

“Where do you think our holiday meal comes from every year?”

“COSTCO, like God and Uncle Sam intended, right?”

“Ugh, Olivia, your humor changes every year you’re at that College. Don’t be so morose.”

She takes a breath and picks up her eyesore of a bag so that it does not further desecrate the sanctity of the foyer, and makes for the curved staircase just across the pristine hardwood. “I’m just tired from the drive, Mom. I’m going to go upstairs and get settled.”

“Okay, and come downstairs soon! I wanna catch up, okay?”

“Yeah, okay!”

She glances behind her but her Mother is already vanished. Sure, catch up, but not too quick! Releasing her bated breath she lurches up the rest of the stairs. The place is heavily renovated from the home it originally was when her parents bought it. In the beginning they didn’t have much -- well, much compared to what Paula has now -- and so their first nest was a fixer upper. Year after year, corny wallpaper became fresh painted walls, and thick upholstered couches handed down from in-laws became brand new installations from the boutiques downtown. Two additions to the place upgraded it from a modest family home to a wannabe mansion. Olivia grew up in this ever-changing little kingdom of improvements, but only when she was a newly-minted adult did she realize she was one of its fixtures.

The one comfort had always been that her Father dwelled there with her. He brought heart and humanity to the kingdom of objects: his muddy shoes by the front door, not the “mud room.” His fishing rods hung up on the garage rack. His barbeque out in the yard. They weren’t all state-of-the-art, but they were his. But, by now, they, too, were all gone. ‘Improvements’ in every stead, including his.

Olivia had one sacrosanct place left, and that was her childhood room. Walking down the hall decorated with big, framed portraits of the family -- none of her Father, though, to be sure -- she found her door, the second one to the right in the west hallway. “West” being the original upstairs hallway, the only hallway, before construction added the one referred to as the “East.” She pushed the ajar door open and slid in to see it as she remembered: the bright lavender purple walls strewn with posters, pictures, and a tapestry up behind her bed. The pearly purple carpet smelled of the carpet cleaner, but it did not mask the smell of vanilla she expected. On the opposite wall from the door, her princess bed complete with ivory white canopy was freshly made. Her bedspread was white, with pillows in alternating shades of green and lilac. Years ago she fought endlessly for her Mother to let her paint her room a darker color than the baby pink it was first. Thanks to her Dad, they “compromised” with purple. Sadly, Paula took that as “the lightest shades of purple” and so it was.

In the details, though, there was Olivia’s rebellion. The posters, Paramore, My Chemical Romance, and an old one from a Sheryl Crow concert she found on Amazon, contrasted the brightness with a grit. To the left by her small balcony doors, her vanity mirror and stool were covered with polaroid pictures, concert tickets, movie ticket stubs, and bracelets. She had taken all of her incriminating, “immodest” makeup with her to college, so all that remained were an old bottle of sunscreen, some pastel eyeshadow palettes, and lip glosses. So many lip glosses.

Olivia dropped her shit in the middle of the floor and made for the reading chair in the far corner, where she collapsed into a curled, reticent ball of conflicted emotions. She predicted this -- she dreaded this -- and now, here she is. The first day is always a test of anxiety, more so than enduring mistreatment. Paula is always good on the first day -- great, sometimes. She is generous, and outgoing, and doesn’t sweat the small stuff. The grueling part comes after the first night ends and she realizes she has to do something with her daughter who isn’t just in for dinner and giggling. That’s when she remembers how she actually feels, and who she actually is. And with no one like Ellinor to buffer and provide excuses for her not standing in one place for too long, it’ll be particularly concentrated.

She slides limply against the plush chair and closes her eyes. It was a stressful drive full of hasty college kids getting home to their more harmonious families. Olivia was in no rush, though. Three trips through various drive thrus surely added time.

Her phone goes off, and she slips her phone out of her back jean pocket.

Ellinor: You ready to walk the plank yet?

Smirking, Olivia replies:

-- I am already keeling over the edge. How is your family?

Ellinor: I nearly did a drop and roll out of Lyssa’s car on the way here, but they’re bearable. They are who they usually are. No surprises, this holiday season!

-- One of these years we’ll be successful enough to buy everyone therapy for Christmas.

Ellinor: No shit, I’m making them pay for mine first.

Olivia is replying when another notification comes up, an instagram like this time, from Maryden. Grinning she taps on it. Maryden finally saw the group pic they all took at the fair: her, Ellinor, Cullen, and then Olivia and Cass in the bottom corner. Olivia had made Cass hold the phone due to height advantage. Her grin expands before it sinks fast.

Ah, fuck.

She pulls up her messages again and sees the one Cassandra sent her while she was driving and unable to check.

Cassandra: Text me when you arrive safe. ❤️

The heart emoji. Olivia’s cheeks turn hot, and she hastily types.

-- Here in purgatory!

The sound of a man shouting something, and then laughing, rings from the balcony windows. Fred must be huffing and puffing about something amusing, like meat or guns. She can’t wait for all his odd comments and attempts to “relate” that almost always devolve into him talking about whatever season of sport he’s onto and her nodding along. Poor man. He makes sea sponges seem like sophists.

Soon after sending, Cassandra replies, an opportunity Olivia doesn’t predict:

Cassandra: Awesome. my Uncle has stopped us for gas, still about 40 minutes out.

-- That’s good. Hopefully you won’t get stuck in rush hour.

Cassandra: My Uncle sucks at navigating traffic, so I wouldn’t bet on it.

-- Lol

Cassandra: You alright?

Olivia is sort of surprised by the question and its sensitivity, albeit direct.

-- Just tired from the drive, that’s all

Cassandra: You love driving. You would drive the entire stretch of the coast highway without blinking once.

Damn, Cassandra. A bold insight. A correct one, too.

-- 🤷🏼‍♀️

Five seconds after she hits send, Cassandra calls her. She nearly drops the phone on the floor, and her slack posture goes full vertical. She checks that the door is closed, only to decide to leap, rush, and lock it just in case. Then she hurries to the farthest corner of the room and hits answer right on the last ring.

“No, Detective, I will not submit to the polygraph.”

Cassandra’s voice rings almost playfully. “Very well, we have other ways of making you talk.”

There’s the hot blush again. “Uh, a-alright, who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?” She hushes a bit, and hopes Cassandra doesn’t notice.

“Nothing! My Uncle is in the gas station doing who-knows-what, so I’m stuck in here, boot and all.”

“I’m not kidding, I saw that Liam Neeson movie, I know how this goes. I have a special set of skills--”

“What do I have to do? Express my distaste for something? Quote Plato?”

“...It would be reassuring.”

Cassandra laughs coyly, and despite everything, it livens her spirit. She didn’t expect Cassandra to be in so playful a mood traveling back home. She was cool but unhappy about it that morning when they parted ways, entertained only by Olivia’s presence and a strong cup of coffee. Without the ability to drive due to her ankle, her illustrious but mysterious Uncle had to be the one to pick her up and take her back to her family.

“I was just calling to check in on you.”

“I thought that was what the texting was for,” Olivia replies more curtly than she intends. She gnaws at her bottom lip.

“Sometimes it is worth the extra effort to call.”

“That is very un-millenial of you, you know. Horrifying.”

“Maybe so. Ugh, what is that man doing?” there’s sounds of Cassandra rustling against the leather seat, probably checking in through the window. “Probably searching for that expensive jerky he gets at Trader Joe’s like it will just magically turn up at an ARCO.”

“Who’s to say it won’t? People of all walks of life can enjoy finer things.”

“Yes, but not just the ‘finer’ things,” she then huffs. “Look, I don’t have much time, so if you aren’t in the mood to talk about what is bothering you, I can let you go and we can talk later.”

“I don’t know if I will be able to. My Mom wants to ‘catch up,’ which in her language means I get a hundred questions and the occasional asinine one from Fred.”

“Fred’s your stepfather, right?”

“He’s...my Mother’s husband.”

“I see.”

She mulls her teeth and looks around aimlessly. Cassandra goes ‘hm’ but nothing else.

“How are you able to talk so much?” Olivia asks, diverting the subject. “Aren’t you worried your family will pry?”

“The good thing about holidays in my family is there are so many people around, you can get a great deal of private time if you are smart enough. Which is exactly what I intend to do. Ugh...he...oh, sorry. I thought my Uncle was coming back, but it was just another man.”

“Yeah, but you said they have superhuman abilities for nosiness.”

“They do. And I have superhuman talents of evasion. They’ll peck and prod about the ankle boot, though. Usually I can slip away to the gym or for a run to get away from them but...of course...can’t do that. Doctors don’t trust me to set foot in a weight room and it’s been weeks since my injury.”

“Cass, it’s been two weeks, almost precisely.”

“I said weeks, didn’t I? Look, overextending is not the same as knowing my limits. They’re the medical professionals, but they don’t live in this body 24/7.”

Olivia grimaces with sympathy, though she can’t say she agrees given how easy it is for Cassandra to throw herself into things without caution. “Uh huh.”

“Ugh, forgive me. I won’t be able to talk everyday, but I would like to try sometimes, okay? I promise it won’t all be about my messed up ankle.”

Olivia smirks. “You’re being very…”

“Very…what?”

Olivia stalls. Is it an asshole thing to do, saying your girlfriend is being more sensitive and caring than usual? Maybe not “more,” but in a different way. An unusual way. She could have really taken Olivia’s hurt feelings over how she acted about her injury. She could be really trying. But now, in the lion’s den, Olivia’s unsure about whether the timing of it is...well, ideal.

“Nevermind, I lost my train of thought,” she excuses. “I appreciate you.”

“It’s no trouble. Now, I think my Uncle is coming back. Ugh, he got a whole bag of things...probably for me. Seeing me with my boot triggered his overprotective nerve extra hard.”

“Oh, no, sour patch kids! The torture!” Olivia teases. An ounce of her regular self bleeds through.

“Very funny. I will text you later. Be safe, alright?”

“Alright. You, too.” She then remembers and slips it in before they hang up: “L-let me know when you get home, too, okay?”

“...O-okay.” There’s a pause, the kind of awkward pause when the thing you say -- the particular thing -- happens. But since they aren’t there yet, it’s full of pause and anxiety.

“Okay,” Olivia takes her turn to smooth it over. “Bye!”

“Bye.”

Hanging up kills the feeling of safety. She looks into the big oval mirror at her dresser vanity and watches her grin crack, then disappear all-together. The scene in her reflected surroundings loses its luster. Even with all the impossibilities, she kind of wishes Cassandra was with her. It almost makes her laugh at herself: what, would she have driven up with her in the passenger’s seat, hear “hey baby cakes!” and smile, saying “hey Mom, here’s my girlfriend! You’re suddenly not biphobic, right? Oh and by the way she’s a Pentaghast, so, there’s that!” and they all retire to the sitting room for tea and introductions. Right.

She turns and sees her unpacked bags, her only company. She rubs her forehead slowly with the back of her hand. She has experience being left to her own devices with her Mother. Hell, she has a lifetime of it with her. A long weekend won’t be anything particularly gruesome, and if it is, well, she’s survived them before.

Fifteen minutes later she has everything organized and put away -- she won’t unpack much, anyway. A quick change into some leggings and a t-shirt, a toss of her hair into a ponytail, and she’s ready to face the music. She’s careful to shut her bedroom door before she descends down the hall and the stairs, betting that her Mother is out in the yard on one of the lounge chairs. She finds her there, indeed lounging, with that missing cocktail restored to her.

Unmoved but always observant, her Mother inquires: “Settled in?”

Olivia puts on her best polite grin and sits down on the lounge chair five feet away. On the grass, Fred is dressed in pastel blue polo and cargo shorts like the overgrown fraternity pledge he is, throwing a frisbee for Nemo. Nemo, the 10 year old yellow lab, who can scarcely go up the stairs without being winded these days. Too bad for Fred the minute Olivia shows herself, the grey-faced dog bounds in his own way over to the long last playmate.

“Nemo! You little prince!” she smiles, crouching down to embrace him. His tail is wagging a million miles per hour, and he fills her face with old dog breath. His tickling gets her to finally laugh.

“Good grief,” she hears her Mom say, “Olivia, don’t let him lick your mouth!”

“I’m fine!” she says through her giggles, rubbing his chest and back as she stands upright. “It won’t kill me.”

“Ugh.”

That joy was short lived. She returns to the chair she chose and does her best to make as little eye contact as possible as she sits and sprawls her legs out. Nemo follows circles around her, tail still going.

“Do we know what the plans are for Thanksgiving?” Olivia asks, expecting the same answer as always. Dinner at home with Fred’s relatives and those in Mom’s family who she isn’t on the outs with, all above the age of 35 for the most part, and vote like it. Another dinner she’ll have to dress way too modestly and matronly for her age in order to fit in for the group photo.

“Well, that is what I wanted to surprise you with,” Paula answers.

Olivia side-eyes her Mom, and delays opening up her phone to scroll through Twitter. “What?”

“We will be having dinner with the family as always, but earlier this week we received a surprise invitation for us to attend a holiday party later on this weekend.”

“You aren’t going to spend the holiday campaigning, are you?”

“‘Campaigning’ has a broad definition, Olivia, and it is never a bad idea to become more familiar with one’s community constituents.”

Olivia frowns and resumes scrolling. Great, likely another fundraiser or gala, not something substantially humble like volunteering time with those genuinely in need, who are also her “constituents.” She saved the label for those she could depend on to write a donation check -- the other 80% of society barely existed.

“I assume then you are expecting me to go?”

There’s a sound of Paula’s magazine of choice turning a page. “What do you think the surprise was?”

“That as much as you would like me to come, that you respect my choice not to so that I can have a quiet, restful weekend at home before Finals are in full swing?”

No response for going out on that limb. The proverbial crickets chirp, and Olivia knows her point was deliberately missed.

“Or,” she corrects herself, “that you want me to go.”

“Yes, silly girl. And for your information, even if I didn’t want you to come, the invitation specifically noted you.”

“P-pardon me?” She looks up.

Paula shakes her head and smiles. “When were you going to tell me you were making friends with the Pentaghast family?”

“I...I-I’m not!”

“You must be, there was a handwritten note in the card, your name and all.”

Olivia can feel a stroke coming on. The heat of the day now feels like a vise around her throat, a semi-truck on her chest. She jerks up and turns to look at her Mother dead on, who is still flipping through her latest issue of Vogue, sunglasses and sunhat and all.

“So...so they wrote me in? Me, specifically?”

“Yes, that is what I said! Goodness, calm down, you’ll give yourself a heat stroke.”

Too late. “Why? Aren’t they one of the big blue families? Why would they want to invite y--”

“Are you insinuating that I do not belong in a bipartisan space? Olivia, I work in one for a living. This whole business of networking is par for the course. In fact, it is a long time coming. The Pentaghasts should be taking the ‘other side’ more seriously. I have been in this town’s political realm for seven years, now. They cannot always hide behind their old money and liberal hypocrisy of “inclusion.””

There is that rhetorical savvy and venom. Quintessentially Paula. Olivia falls back on the lounge chair and stares out into the lawn, mouth open and words lost. Where to begin? Hey, Mom, don’t think so highly of yourself, they’re only inviting you to get to me! Because they want to sniff me out as one of their many daughters’ lovers! You’re full of shit!

“Do I have to go? I am serious about wanting rest. This semester has been a lot, an--”

“A semester that I paid for,” Paula cut in, turning yet another page. “It is restful to be with your family. You should consider yourself lucky, Olivia, that spending time with us is so comfortable. You have this nice home to come back to, and good people to spend time with, and beautiful parties to go to. A girl your age in a lesser position would claw someone’s eyes out for the chance to live the life you get to. Is it so really so demanding?”

The shots to the gut have started early. So much for the easy first day. She wishes even more she could pop her Mother’s balloon, but it would mean ultimate disaster for her in the end. Out in the open Fred is still trying to get Nemo to chase the damn frisbee, clearly aware that he should stay away from the two debating blondes. Olivia rolls her lips shut and tries her hardest to swallow the hunk of pride at the back of her throat, but there’s no room in her stomach. It’s completely filled to the top with anxiety about what it means to be going to this party.

Then it hits her: Cassandra is going to shoot through the roof.

“Fine, Mom. I’ll go.” The clock then starts ticking for her to find a covert way out of it beforehand. She’s dove deep into her head, and only catches half of her Mother’s pleased response.

“--something classy, the party is black tie optional.”

“Okay.”

“I also have an appointment for us to get our nails done tomorrow at 11, so do not sleep in too much.”

Oh for fuck’s sake. She does another fake smile as she pulls up her messages on her phone in order to deploy the distress signal:

-- Change of plan, I need you to call me as soon as you are able. Your family sent an invitation to mine for their big party this weekend. My Mom is insisting we go. Code red.

#fic update #college au #modern thedas au #college!olivia #olivia sinclair #ellinor trevelyan #day & age #WE'RE BACK BABY

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aywdaimie · 5 years ago

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“be the light in the dark of this danger”

* yes i know i have many fic requests in my inbox, and i promise i will get to them eventually. for now, here’s some angst because that’s what i am good at. enjoy. don’t forget to reblog and tell me what you like if you like <3 *

for most of the day, jane’s head has been pounding. she has frequent headaches, but they vary in pain level. she has taken medicine, and she’s currently drinking a cup of tea. she’s set the television to great british bake off on a low volume to try and distract her from the sharp pain behind her eyes. cathy, catherine, and anna have been in their respective rooms for a little bit getting ready for bed. kat and anne have been out shopping for a few hours because anne has discovered a new brand of makeup that she’s dying to try. eventually, the two return home as jane is about to drift off to sleep. her eyes flutter open as the hyper girls enter the house. “hey guys?” jane softly says.

“hi jane. how has your night been?” anne sincerely asks as she places her shopping bags on the counter.

“i actually have a killer headache,” she replies, rubbing her temples. “so i would greatly appreciate it if you two could keep it down. you can stay downstairs and do whatever but please please don’t be noisy.”

“we won’t!” kat assures her. jane gives her thanks and lies back down on the couch. kat and anne scurry into the kitchen and proceed to remove all the palettes and makeup brushes from the bags and spread them out on the counter. kat opens a highlighter palette and gasps. “annie! these are so sparkly oh my god!!” she swatches two of the shades on her arm and stares in awe. “you have to put some on me!!” she pleads.

anne’s mouth drops open, and she exclaims “oh my god! of course! can i do a full beat?”

kat excitedly agrees. “you know i’m always down to get my makeup done.”

anne quietly squeals so she doesn’t disturb jane. kat gets settled on a stool at the counter and anne stands in front of her. she removes kat’s makeup and starts fresh. “your skin looks really nice right now kitkat.”

kat’s eyes light up and she timidly says “really??”

“yes!! i don’t even want to cover it with foundation, but i have to.” anne says with a laugh. anne doesn’t know it, but that comment means the world to kat. after all her makeup has been wiped off of her face, anne begins her masterpiece. she completes the base and then moves on to blush and highlighter. of course kat makes sure anne doesn’t forget to use the one with the most shimmer. when she’s satisfied with her work, she holds up a mirror so kat can see. “do you like it?”

“I LOVE IT!!! IT’S BLINDING.” kat exclaims. anne shushes her while laughing. she starts working on kat’s eyes next. kat gave anne complete creative control, which is anne’s dream scenario. she blends eyeshadows on her lid and applies two clean lines of eyeliner. kat’s second favorite part is next. false lashes. anne chooses the most dramatic ones and applies them carefully. everything is going well until she starts to coat kat’s lashes with mascara. anne accidentally stabs kat in the eye with the mascara wand which makes kat scream out of shock. the scream she let out then shocked anne which caused her to burst out laughing. she tries to stop laughing and she chokes out a “sorry. sorry” before tears come to her eyes from laughter. in all the excitement, the two girls forgot that jane had a raging headache, and they would soon regret that.

“GIRLS.” jane shouts and startles kat, causing her to jump. “I ASKED YOU TO BE QUIET FOR JUST A LITTLE WHILE. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE SO LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS? IT SHOULDNT BE THIS HARD FOR YOU.” jane groans and stands up, retreating to her room, to try and find some peace and quiet.

kat and anne look at each other doe-eyed, unsure of what to do. anne inhales and exhales deeply before grabbing kat’s hands and whispering, “it’s okay. you’re not gonna cry. right? we’re okay” but her voice and her hands are shaking.

“i can’t do this annie.” kat quietly replies. her lip starts quivering, and anne can tell she is about to lose it, and if kat does, so will she.

“okay. come on.” anne stands up still holding kat’s hand and takes her upstairs to her attic room. when they arrive, kat plops down on one of anne’s beanbags and slowly pulls her knees up to her chest. she buries her face in her knees and sniffles really quietly so anne doesn’t hear. but of course she does. “please don’t cry.” anne pleads.

kat picks her head up and looks at anne. “you’re crying too…”

a confused look falls on anne’s face, and she wipes away the tear rolling down her cheek that she was so sure she blinked back. “kat. she’s gonna get over it soon! she was just in pain from her headache.. yeah she’ll get over it right? yeah. why would she yell like that though oh my god we-we weren’t being obnoxious i’m sorry this is my fault-“

tears are rolling down kat’s face as she sits there trying to process anne’s emotions as well as her own. finally, she silently stands up and retrieves anne’s journal and a pen from the drawer, and she walks over and sits beside her. “here.” she says quietly, as she hands her the journal. after a few seconds, anne takes it from kat’s hands without looking at her and starts writing. kat moves back to her beanbag and just sits there with her head in her knees crying quietly while anne writes. a few minutes pass, and anne slams the book shut and throws it across the room.

kat flinches and slowly asks, “annie?”

“i can’t do this i can’t..” she starts out calmly. “she has always had a vendetta against me and i don’t know why i try to be nice and i try to be calm but it never works IT NEVER WORKS she always says i’m too much and i’m too loud and i CANT DO IT ANYMORE.” at this point, she has started to sob and she has to almost choke out her words.

kat stands again and walks to anne and collapses into the space beside her. she wraps her arms around her and tries to calm her down. she’s had a lot of practice, and she knows anne will eventually start breathing again if she just holds her tight and assures her that she’s safe. “annie. annie. i’m here. it’s okay. she doesn’t hate you. we’re gonna be okay. i love you. i’m here.” anne sobs in kat’s arms for a few more minutes, and kat hides her face in anne’s shoulder and cries with her.

anne does start breathing again. she inhales and exhales slowly. when she looks up at kat and sees her puffy eyes and mascara stains on her cheeks, she feels so guilty. she sniffles and says, “oh kitkat. i’m so sorry. i can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been for ~you~ having jane yell like that. i still feel responsible so i’ll just tell jane it was my fault.”

kat wipes anne’s cheeks and laughs dryly. “i’m okay. i just wanted to take care of you. neither of us are good in these situations. but yeah. i don’t think she’s ever yelled at me like that. it was scary and sad and i don’t think i’m done crying about it yet. but it wasn’t your fault. she was just not having a good night. it was both of us.” it was a pitiful sight. they both had puffy eyes and snot all over their shirts so they just lay together on the beanbag crying and consoling each other for a little while longer until they’re both okay again.

#jane has had it #i would die and kill for anne and kat and i dont know why i keep making them suffer #kat and anne are each other's safe places to land :(#im sad i love them #katherine howard #jane seymour #anne boleyn #six fic #six fanfiction #six fanfic #miranda writes

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klausplease · 6 years ago

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Shakira and Lip Gloss

Requested By: Anonymous

Prompt: Hey I was wondering if you could write a fic where Klaus’s or Diego's s/o comes out as genderfluid and they’re really scared and nervous because their family isn’t very accepting and it’s kind of been put into their head that it’s wrong not to be their birth gender but Klaus or Diego tells them its ok and they're not doing anything wrong by being who they are and its just really angsty and fluffy?

Post Info: Genderfluid reader, AMAB. Mentions of transphobia. Light angst.

A/N: I’m... not sure this is what you wanted. But I tried.

Diego was concerned about (y/n). He hadn’t seen him all day, even though Saturdays were usually when he came over to the Hargreeves household. He wasn’t jealous about the fact that Klaus and his boyfriend had a standing date, when he still had to schedule time with him. He wasn’t. He was just a little miffed that the two spent so much time together. Without him. Doing ‘secret things’, as Klaus had told him when he asked.

But (y/n) wasn’t at the mansion today, as evidenced by the fact that he was practically being attacked by a very angry Klaus.

“What did you do, you moron?” Klaus asked, apropos of nothing.

Diego shot Klaus a look. “I do a lot of things Klaus, several of which you seem to find moronic. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“(Y/n) hasn’t come for our weekly cult meeting and I am laying full responsibility for that fact on you. So, what have you done?”

“I didn’t do anything Klaus. Maybe he’s sick,” he attempted to sound nonchalant, despite the fact that he was quite worried about the status of his boyfriend.

Klaus rolled his eyes. “They would have told me.”

Wondering at Klaus’ use of the singular they, Diego was about to ask Klaus what he meant by that when (y/n) entered the room.

“Hey babe,” Diego said instead, moving across the room to hug his boyfriend.

“Hi,” they muttered into his shoulder, seeming to curl in on themselves a bit.

Holding (y/n) out at arm’s length, he frowned and looked them over. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine cariño. Just a bad brain day.”

The taller man nodded understandingly. He was quite familiar with his boyfriend’s depression and how it could affect him unexpectedly and at any given time. He leaned in for a slightly longer hug and gave him a kiss to the forehead.

(Y/n) smiled tiredly up at Diego and squeezed his hand before slipping away to greet Klaus.

“Hey ghost boy,” they teased gently.

“Hola, mi corazón,” Klaus hugged them and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of their head. “¿Cómo estás?”

Resting their head against Klaus’ chest, (y/n) mumbled “más o menos”.

“¿por qué más o menos?”

They looked meaningfully up at the stairs, signalling to Klaus that they didn’t want to discuss it here. Since Diego was the only one in the room, he was confused and vaguely upset that (y/n) didn’t want him to know what was bothering them.

Klaus, either oblivious to his brother’s inner turmoil or ignoring it, whisked (y/n) away to his upstairs bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, Klaus rounded on them, crossing his arms. “You have to tell him.”

(Y/n) threw themself face first onto Klaus’ bed. “I know.”

Massaging their calf, Klaus let out a heavy breath. “We’ve talked about this. He won’t care. He loves you mi cielito.”

“You don’t know that Klaus.” And now they were crying. Big fat, heartbroken tears.

Since about four months ago, every Saturday they came to the Hargreeves household. Together with Klaus, they would research, shop, and modify. Makeup was practiced, and outfits were cultivated.

This is because four months ago, Klaus had found them at a bus stop crying. It was a common hang out for junkies and homeless people, and even though Klaus was doing the sober thing, he liked to hit up those spots in case he could help the younger kids who weren’t too deep into it yet.

He found (y/n) there, crying and being approached by several of the seedier dealers. He had bundled the shivering, nearly passed out, significant other of his brother and taken them home. There (y/n) had explained to Klaus how they ended up there. They had been caught in a skirt by their older brother, who they were currently crashing with, and given a thorough dressing down. Childhood indoctrination of transphobia falling out of his mouth and slowly tearing down (y/n)’s hard won self confidence.

After that, Klaus assisted them in finding a new roommate, a good place to stay. The days spent together doing that, turned into a standing date where Klaus helped (y/n) explore their newly expressed gender identity.

“How about this. We both get dressed up, then we go downstairs and tell my dumb brother. Tell him “take it or leave it”. And if I am drastically wrong, we will buy so much Ben and Jerry’s you’ll get sick. And we’ll steal his repurposed sex harness. Hide it in Luther’s room.”

Sniffling, (y/n) smiled tentatively at Klaus and nodded. “Yeah. Okay. That sounds good. I’m down for that.”

Klaus was off the bed immediately, making a beeline for his closet where their things were stored.

He pulled out a soft, knit cropped sweater along with a pair of loose black joggers. The sweater looked like it was straight from the 80’s with four thick stripes of red, green, purple, and white. It was an outfit (y/n) wore often, when it was just them and Klaus. It was comfortable, while still making them feel cute.

“Here. He likes soft things.”

(Y/n) smiled softly at Klaus and took the clothes, stripping down in front of Klaus with no shame. Klaus discarded his clothes as well, changing into a black Ramones crop top and fleece Star Wars sleep pants.

They grinned at each other, smoothing palms over their soft clothing. “We look great,” Klaus said matter of factly.

(Y/n) just gave a soft snort of laughter and began pulling makeup items out of Klaus’ bureau.

The clairvoyant man went to turn on some music, letting (y/n) take a moment and decide what they wanted to do.

Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira begin playing over the speaker, from Klaus’ small purple ipod. Both of which (y/n) got for him.

Klaus made his way over, body undulating to the beat, hands drifting in front of his body at intervals. In response, to the music and to Klaus’ comfortability in his own body, (y/n) began swaying their hips to the music. Soon enough they were holding hands, stepping in and out, closer and then away, hips moving in concentric circles. They danced through the song, and by the end, (y/n) was loose limbed and more settled in their skin.

One of Klaus’ world altering smiles was shot their way, and then he was picking through their combined, assorted makeup.

“I was thinking a more natural look? Some eyeshadow, light foundation, lip gloss?” He spoke absently, looking for whatever would aid him in creating the look he had in mind.

“Sounds good. I don’t think I’m up for anything too complicated.”

Klaus hummed in acknowledgement and handed (y/n) the supplies he had gathered. “I think these colors will be good.” And then he was digging around again, looking for something for himself to wear.

He popped up, reminiscent of a meerkat, and asked “You do mine, I’ll do yours?”

In response, (y/n) simply nodded and set their chosen palettes down on the bed, before settling themself on it as well. They patted the spot in front of them, and Klaus was soon occupying it.

Klaus’ makeup was easy, some simple pale purple eyeshadow and a quick cat eye. Blush and highlighter on the tip of his european nose. Pale pink tinted lip gloss to top the look off. His hair was naturally curly, and quite voluminous, so nothing had to be done to it.

“Done.”

Klaus got up to look at himself and hummed in satisfaction. “You get better every time we do this.”

Flushing, (y/n) situated themself to allow Klaus access to their face. The process was much the same as for Klaus, save for the addition of some powder foundation. Where Klaus’ eyeshadow was purple, theirs was a rich red-brown. Where Klaus’ gloss was pale pink, theirs was a deep red. Their hair was longer than Klaus’, and a different kind of curly though it was just as thick, if not thicker. Klaus decided to put it up, gathering the unruly curls into a messy bun on the top of their head. He pulled some small pieces down to frame their face, and rest over their shoulders.

When he was done, he pressed a kiss to the top of (y/n)’s head, humming along to The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani.

“We’re done. You ready to go see Diego?”

Stalling for time, (y/n) jumped up and began rummaging in one of Klaus’ drawers. “We almost forgot our fuzzy socks!”

Smiling indulgently, Klaus took the pink pair and slipped them on. He waited for (y/n) to slip on the black and white striped ones before speaking again. “You can’t avoid him forever, mi cielito.”

A gusty sigh. “I know. I’m just… scared.”

Klaus wrapped them in a tight hug, giving them an extra squeeze before letting go. “I know. But whatever happens, I’m here for you.”

Grabbing Klaus’ hand, (y/n) dragged him down the stairs and into the training room, where Diego was bound to be brooding.

They caught him on his way out to patrol, he was already strapped up and putting his knives into their holster.

(Y/n) had to stifle a hysterical giggle at the memory of Klaus calling it a repurposed sex harness.

“Diego?” They asked tentatively, catching his attention.

He looked up with an irate expression that immediately dropped when he say (y/n), making way for one of awe and confusion.

“Yes?” he responded, just as hesitant and much more confused.

“So, uhm. Klaus. I’ve been spending time with Klaus because…” They trailed off, the words forming strange and incorrect in their mouth.

Klaus gave them a reassuring pat and Diego drew nearer, to be just that little bit closer.

A deep breath in, measured breath out. “ Klaus has been helping me. I’m genderfluid. Which means-”

“I know what it means,” Diego cut them off. “I… yeah, I know what it means.” Diego cocked his head and asked, “Pronouns?”

And that, the easy acceptance, is what caused (y/n) to really let loose on the waterworks. It was lucky that Klaus had thought to use waterproof makeup.

“They- they and them,” (y/n) stuttered out, falling into Diego’s arms. “Mostly,” they added, face buried in Diego’s shoulder.

“I can do that. Just have to keep me updated.”

Diego held them out at arm’s length. “I love. No matter what. A little thing like gender isn’t going to keep me away from such a great person. You’re gorgeous.” He kissed their forehead. “Truly stunning.” Their cheek. “I’m in awe of you.” Their other cheek. “And you.” Their nose. “My love.” Their eyelid. “Are a giant fuckin’ nerd.” Their other eyelid.

That last remark got Diego a smack to the back of his head, but it was worth it to see (y/n) smile.

“I have the best datemate ever,” he declared before kissing them soundly on the mouth.

They were so caught up in eachother, that neither noticed Klaus slipping out of the room.

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simplybakugou · 6 years ago

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Pretty Hurts

↝ Babysitting was just as dreadful as Bakugou imagined, especially when his daughter decides to give her dad a makeover.

⋆ PAIRING: dad!bakugou x female!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1327

A/N: So I’ve been feeling like shit the past week and I feel bad that I haven’t been writing as much as usual. So I wrote this to cheer myself up because dad!bakugou always makes me happy. Oh, and I'm reusing the name Suki as Bakugou’s daughter’s name from a few other scenarios I've written because I think the name’s cute. Also I keep referencing Beyoncé songs (which is where my display name is from) if y’all ever noticed.

✐posted 07.31.2018✐

“Daddy! You’re being boring right now!”

Two months. For the first time in two months Bakugou had finally gotten a day off. Unfortunately, you were still called to work so he couldn’t coax you into staying at home with him no matter how hard he tried. Even more unfortunate, your daughter, Suki, also had break from school, leaving Bakugou on babysitting duty.

“I’m really fucking tired, Suki,” Bakugou groaned as the small child plopped down beside him on the couch.

Suki huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Momma said you’re not supposed to be cursing like that.”

“Well Momma’s not here right now, and she’s not the boss of me.” Bakugou propped his feet up onto the table.

“Then why are you always scared of her when she yells at you?”

Bakugou scoffed, turning angrily at his daughter. “Listen here, you little brat, there’s no one on this fucking planet who’s more intimidating than I am!”

Suki stood up on the couch, pointing an accusing finger at her stubborn father. That was one trait they shared: their stubbornness. “You’re a liar! You’re scared of Momma and Grandma!”

“This is why I fucking hate kids.”

Suki snickered, knowing full well that she had won today’s battle. She plopped back down on her seat, shaking Bakugou’s shoulder in annoyance. “Can we do something? I’m bored?”

“What the fuck do you wanna do? I’m getting tired of hearing your voice, you’re worse than your mother.”

Suki suddenly brightened up, jumping down from the couch and running upstairs. “I got an idea!”

“Don’t fucking fall down! If you bust your ass, I'll leave you at the hospital, you brat!”

Suki giggled, retrieving a black bag and practically skipping down the steps. “Daddy's all talk but you love me too much.”

Bakugou stared down at his daughter. Any other kid would’ve broken down into tears due to Bakugou’s harsh personality, but Suki had adapted to her father, carrying his stubbornness, but your patience and open-mindedness.

“You don’t know shit about me.”

Suki shook her head, sitting down next to Bakugou once more. “Daddy always pretends he hates Momma, too, but you’re always with her and tell her you love her when you think I'm not listening.”

Bakugou looked down beside him, watching as her little smug grin grew by the second. “Whatever. The fuck’s in your hands?”

Suki grinned even more, if that was even possible. “You asked me what I wanted to do, right? Well, this is Momma’s makeup bag and I wanna make Daddy into the most beautiful person in the world!”

“Like hell you’re not!”

Suki huffed once more, climbing onto Bakugou’s lap. She grabbed his face in her hands, contorting his face with her little fingers. “I’m bored and you’re not being fun! Momma said you have to look after me, but you keep looking at the stupid TV screen!”

“All right, all right!” Bakugou grabbed her hands from harassing his face even more. “Geesh, you’re fucking worse than your mother. If I let you... put that shit on my face, will you leave me alone?”

Suki nodded, opening up your makeup bag, completely in awe at the expensive products lying inside. She grabbed a palette and a brush. She recalled a few times seeing you do your makeup and attempted to recreate that.

“Do you even know what the fuck you’re doing?”

Suki nodded. “Mhm. I saw Momma put this on before. Plus, Ichigo told me one time Aunt Ochako put makeup on Uncle Deku and I wanted to do it to you.”

Bakugou scoffed at the mention of his childhood friend as well as his old classmate. “To hell with those extras. And don’t spend too much time with that Ichigo shit.”

Suki ignored him, brushing away at Bakugou’s eyelids. The pigments of the eyeshadows smeared all over Bakugou’s lids, making the crimson color in his irises pop. Suki then grabbed the eyeliner, trying her best to recreate the cat eye she had seen you do so many times before going to work. Of course, she ended up smudging the black pen practically all over Bakugou’s lids. And finally, to finish her masterpiece, Suki topped it off with bright red lipstick, shakily lining Bakugou’s lips.

“And... done!” Suki slid off Bakugou’s lap, retrieving the hand held mirror and handing it to her father.

Bakugou cringed at the sight. “What the fuck did you do to me?!”

Suki suddenly got upset. She was convinced that she had done your look justice and genuinely thought she had done well. “You... You don’t like it?”

Bakugou, knowing full well that this could end in a river of tears if he didn't handle this correctly, immediately froze. “Uh... I meant that you can't just go without fucking doing my hair.”

Suki’s face immediately lit up. “You’re right! Wait, Momma told me how to braid hair!”

She ran upstairs once more to retrieve some hair ties and hair clips, leaving Bakugou a grumbling mess. Why the fuck do I let that shit do this to me?

Suki came back down, this time climbing behind Bakugou to reach his head full of hair. “Daddy, your hair’s too spiky. You need to take care of it.”

“Shut up and finish it already.”

Suki tied as many little braids into Bakugou’s hair as she could, sealing the deal with a few butterfly hair clips. Once she was done, she crawled down in front of Bakugou, pointing to her head. “Now your turn! Braid my hair!”

“Like hell I'll do that. I don’t even know how to fucking braid hair,” Bakugou lied.

Suki gasped dramatically, turning and pointing an accusing finger at her father. “You’re a liar, Daddy! Momma said when she was pregnant with me, you would braid her hair all the time when she couldn’t.”

Bakugou cursed you under his breath, grabbing strands of Suki’s similar ash blond hair in his hands and started working his magic. Despite Suki’s complaints of Bakugou’s roughness with his technique, her hair didn't end up as a disaster.

Suki was ecstatic, climbing up into Bakugou’s lap and hugging his torso. “Thanks, Daddy! You’re the best!”

Bakugou smirked. “Damn straight.”

And the two of them spent the next few hours watching Suki’s favorite movies.

***

“I’m home!” You called out, locking the door behind you and slipping your shoes off.

“Hey.” A gruff voice replied as you took your jacket off.

You stifled your laughter at the sight of Bakugou with a face full of makeup and a head of loose and stiff braids. Suki had fallen asleep in Bakugou’s arms, not permitting Bakugou the chance to move and clean himself up.

“Don’t you dare say a fucking word,” Bakugou mumbled through gritted teeth.

You chuckled, picking Suki up in your arms. “Just wanted to say how pretty you look, Katsuki.”

Before you could listen to Bakugou curse you out, you went upstairs to tuck Suki into bed. Her head was still covered in neat braids, the butterfly clips keeping them in place. You smiled, turning the light off and returning downstairs. You sat down next to Bakugou, wrapping your arms around him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

You looked up at him, your chin resting on the side of his torso. “See, it wasn’t even that bad spending time with Suki. She’s been dying to spend time with you.”

“I never said I didn’t want to spend time with her. I’m just fucking exhausted.” Bakugou sighed.

You smiled softly, leaning up and kissing him on the cheek. “Well, I can help you take off that pretty mask and we can go to sleep if you want.”

“You fucking better.”

And like that, Bakugou carried you upstairs, demanding you to clean up his face. He left his hair as is though and you knew full well that he had enjoyed the afternoon with his daughter as much as she did.

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atypical60 · 6 years ago

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Far be it to not take advantage of Oona’s pre-wedding events to not make it about me. OK?

Remember. It’s all about MOI!!!!

Anyway, last weekend I flew to Cincinnati for Oona’s Bridal Shower. You saw a sneak peak at my last blog post but I’m gonna elaborate more on the weekend.

And boy was this a fantastic Bridal Brunch!!

As the Mother-of-the-Bride naturally.

Number 4 is the only one Oona has stressed. I did that at her shower when we all introduced ourselves. My sense of humor got the best of me as I introduced myself as “…..as Oona exited my Origin of the World…” immediately, I was pulled aside and warned in a kind way to NOT say anything like that at the wedding. (shhhh–don’t tell but I don’t follow rules!)

I took Friday off from work because I wanted a true three-day weekend. That’s the thing about working in a low-level clerical position—you need permission to get a day off. In my other places of employment, it was much easier to finagle time off as a freebie—trust me. I also worked my schedule out to accommodate leaving early on Thursday afternoon so I could fly from Philly to Cincy and enjoy a few extra hours of fun time.

I also took Friday casual to Thursday! I travel in comfort, but not like a slob! J. Crew and Gabor wigs assisted me! Mother-of-the Bride travel attire!

It’s not how it started out though.

For some reason, either I hit horrific weather or I have a displeasure of a delayed flight whenever I travel. I kid you not. And about 45 minutes before we were to board the plane, an announcement was made that the flight to Cincinnati would be delayed.

Welcome to my jet-sit world. I spend more time waiting than flying! I have to say though, that Delta made every effort and boarded us very quickly when the plane arrived!

Besides having an inner hissy-fit, I dealt with this issue by stress eating not one pretzel, but an additional bucket of pretzel nuggets. Fresh and hot off the press. The carbs were murder on my gut but felt so good going down. I also ate a giant bag of peanut M & M’s. And read trashy magazines.

And an added surprise was that these nuggets of carbs were also drenched in greasy melted butter. I wonder why the scale isn’t giving me nicer numbers!!

The plane finally arrived and this Mother-of-the-Bride landed after ten in the evening to rain! I was two for two. A delay and rain. It was shocking that a snow storm hadn’t hit!

Cincinnati here I come…

To rain and a delayed flight….

Now…upon departing the flight, one would think I ran to the airport exit to see Oona and Sam. No. CVG is a GREAT airport. It’s so clean and spacious so I couldn’t resist dawdling (now we know where my son, Roman, acquired the gift of dawdle…). I came across a cosmetics vending machine! But I didn’t buy anything!

Why couldn’t I find this at Philly airport during the delay?

Then I came across my favorite part of the airport! Them bones!

Some stop to smell the roses. I stop to take photos at airports of skeletal treasure!

But it was great to be back at Oona and Sam’s and playing around with my grand puppy, Gracie.

My boo, Gracie. OMG. She’s so well-behaved..

Oona and Sam are such great doggie parents…I KNOW they will be fantastic human parents!

Friday brought sun and clouds and brisk weather but it didn’t matter. There’s something comforting in knowing that your daughter and her future husband can brew a great cuppa coffee. They make it strong—just the way I love it. And we sat around gabbing before getting ready and heading out to run errands.

The Mr. Coffee is far better than the grandpa Mr. Coffee we have at home.

Even little Gracie was beggin’ for some!

Ahhhhhhhhh…cawfee!!!

Oona had a nail appointment, and since my nails were looking fine, I passed but kept her company while we discussed family and the wedding preparations.

This freakin’ nail salon! It went on for days! I was jealous–but then Oona told me the price of a mani-pedi and I was glad to be living in the Northeast where nail salons are plentiful….and far less expensive!

Next stop was Marshalls –Oona picked some workout clothing (I didn’t –I’m lazy). And I headed for the cosmetics. Glory be to Gawd—I found two great eyeshadow palettes!

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More on these palettes for my next blog post but boy….at $7.99 each, these palettes were a steal!

We did some food shopping—Sam’s birthday was Friday and his family was coming over for dinner. Oona looked pensive as she realized time was of the essence—she had to head back to the airport to pick up her best friend and maid-of-honor, Lauren.

Did I say food shopping? I sent this pic to Bonaparte to validate that Pennsylvania is the worst state in the USA because of the State-run, Mob-type Liquor stores! You can by this at Trader Joes in Cincy!

And that’s where mom comes in—I assured her I could take care of the cake and she could head to the airport for alone time with her bestie!

BTW, this cake is gluten-free, chemical and preservative-free, sugar free, and lower-fat! Oona added Sam’s favorite candy–Reeses Pieces which are NOT lower fat nor sugar free! But it was a tasty Birthday cake!

Friday evening, Sam’s family came over for a birthday celebration. Being with Sam’s family is like being with……………. family!! We all had a great time and I was introduced to a spectacular aperitif/cocktail: The Aperol Spritz! This concoction of Aperol, Prosecco, and Seltzer with a slice of orange is the most refreshing drink I’ve ever downed!

You read it first. Moving forward, the Aperol Spritz will now be called “Mother-of-the-Bride”. There will be an open bar at the wedding but I may smuggle my private makings! There’s only 148 calories in one of these!

I drank a lot of them during the weekend. In fact, as I write this now, I informed the Frenchman that I’ll be stopping at the store for Aperol, Prosecco and seltzer! He is a bit upset that I am forgoing the beloved Kir Royal but the Aperol Spritz has less calories and with the wedding countdown, every calorie counts!

Saturday was a full day!

Let me tell you something. Oona and Lauren spent a long time getting their hair perfectly coifed. Lauren is great with styling and she styled Oona’s hair in perfect beach waves.

I plopped my Jamison wig on—and had extra time to loll around in bed! Oh, the beauty of wigs!

Jamison and Lilly Pulitzer. You can’t go wrong!

The shower/bruncheon was at LouVino, a Southern-inspired restaurant and wine bar downtown Cincinnati. What a great place! The celebration was downstairs in a private room and Oona’s friends, coworkers, future sisters-in-law, mother-in-law and relatives were in attendance.

The upstairs wine bar at LouVino’s. I’m recommending this place to out-of-town guests for Oona’s wedding!

The downstairs room where the brunch was held…

Thanks to Sam’s sisters, the table settings were beautiful..

Mimosas kept us refreshed and hydrated!

Oh yeah, and water (in the background) also kept us hydrated. The food was so great that I never took a pic–I was too busy shoveling the Warm Brussels Salad into my mouth!

We played girlie games. I won Scattergories. But the best game was where Oona had to guess answers to questions that Sam answered in advance. For ever wrong answer, a wad of bubble gum was placed in Oona’s mouth! It was a riot!

It was only natural that I took myself out of the “Guess the Age” game. I’m no cheater!

Miss Oona getting ready for more bubble gum! She actually did a great job. Out of 30 questions, she got 2/3’s correct!

The prize for the Scattergories win..a cute mug and a Starbucks card!!!!!!!!!!!

Some of the gifts. Crate & Barrel is very popular–eh???

Happy little wine glasses…

Happy little Oona!

The baking girl was thrilled to receive mixing bowls. Did I mention I gifted her with a Stainless Kitchen Aid Mixer…just like mine? I swear the baking is genetic!

This. This was on Oona’s wish list and she was so happy to receive this! (Hmmmm maybe she’ll give me her Mr. Coffee machine…)

BFF’s. They’ve been friends since middle-school. Two beauties!

This photo of us was taken after I was crying…

..and this is why. Lauren, Oona’s BFF and Maid of Honor, gifted Sam’s mom and me with embroidered hankies. Both moms were crying because it was just a touching and generous gift! I’m crying again!

I was very happy to be in attendance. Oona didn’t want a shower in Philly simply because she felt that asking my side of the family and her Northeast friends, was asking them to spend too much money—what with the travel to Ohio and the hotel, she wanted to keep expenses down for everyone. You know—I was very proud of her decision. I think I raised a very conscientious young woman!

And the fact Sam’s family has welcomed Oona really made me feel warm and fuzzy inside!

May I present the future Mrs. Butts. Coming from a very competitive family, it pleases me to have my daughter’s future last name be greatness such as this. When/if they have children and their children are in competitive activities, they can hashtag: #MyButtsgonnakickyours or… #Buttsbekickin’

Some after-brunch fun. Isn’t that dress adorable? It’s a Lilly Pulitzer..and those shoes! The daughter has great taste..and she’s gorgeous!

By the time we got back to the house, the rain came and it was time to head to Sam’s mom’s home for a casual, laid back and fun dinner!

And more Aperol Spritzes!

The recipe? Three parts Prosecco, Two parts Aperol, One part (a splash) Seltzer and an orange slice to make it nice!

Sunday morning brought forth a bit of a hangover and the flight back to Philly. Isn’t it funny how when you wish for a delay, the flight is on time?

Gracie was sad to see me go. I was sad to see me go!

Minimal dawdling on the return. There was no delay. WAIT! Does that say Air France? Yeah…but it’s the plane back to Philly…

And despite the timeliness of the flight home, I did manage to get this sweatshirt as a reminder of a great weekend!

I arrived back home Sunday afternoon. When Bonaparte picked me up, I’m not too sure he was happy to see me because he kept mentioning how tired I looked. He was right. I had a bad hangover FOODover, because of all the food I ate.

Yeah. I pretty-much crashed when I arrived home. Funny how I still think I’m in my twenties sometimes!

Do you ever get sad when you leave someplace and someone? I was incredibly sad to leave but after I arrived home and unpacked and got to telling the Frenchman about the weekend, the sadness lifted and I felt really happy. Happy that I was able to enjoy the weekend with my daughter and her future family! And happy to be back sitting next to my husband on the sofa!

And she’s the reason the weekend was a stellar one! My baby is getting married!

More Mother-of-the-Bride Fun! Far be it to not take advantage of Oona’s pre-wedding events to not make it about me.

#Bridal Showers #Cincinnati #LouVino OTR #Weddings

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Story of Another Us | Week 3

university au, platonic af

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A wasted heart that just eclipses

“Good morning,” I greeted to my phone camera. I was still in bed, my hair was in a bun, and my face was naked, vacant of any makeup. “So I may have forgotten to post a video on Friday, so I’m just going to vlog today’s adventures.” By “forgotten,” I mean that anxiety took its toll and robbed me of my motivation, but I didn’t like admitting that without going off on many tangents.

I had done daily vlogs before. Lots of people liked them for some reason. Domesticity is apparently very popular. Also, some people only watched my daily vlogs in the hopes that Mark would pop up, or, at this point in time, maybe even Jack.

“Literally, all I have today is class, and I’m going to be taking a small Irish man with me,” I explained as I sat up. “I might even drag him to Sephora with me after. I do need to restock on some things, so we’ll see.”

I stopped recording and sighed. Now I’ve practically given away that I was going to be with Jack. Would he even want to be in my vlog? I should have thought about this before. I didn’t just want to throw a camera into his face. He’s said before he doesn’t like people doing that… Maybe I should just not make any video at all?

I thought about it as I got out of bed. I also noticed that the house was oddly quiet. Mark, Matt and Ryan must have been out of the house. As for Jack… he must have been gone too, that is if he decided to ditch class today. Maybe now I could have some time alone. I felt like I hadn’t properly recharged in a really long time.

Despite that I’ve made the opposite known, I decided to look like I had my shit together. It took about an hour to get myself ready, having decided to do something with my long ass hair. Thankfully, keeping it in a bun didn’t put it in bad shape, all I had to do was curl the bright pink ends. Then I went through my entire makeup routine, and that was when I realized there hadn’t been a sound throughout the house, not even Chica’s little pitter-patters in the hall. It disturbed me a little bit, but I took a deep breath and tried to convince myself it wasn’t a big deal.

Once I was dressed, I wandered about the house. No one was in their room or bathroom, or anywhere until I went downstairs. Jack was sitting at the breakfast bar, headphones on and staring intently at his laptop. However, he looked up when he saw me, smiling warmly. No wonder it was so quiet.

“You’re dressed up,” he observed, eyeing my outfit. I was wearing a skirt for a change, and plenty of people were definitely going to point it out.

“I’m just vlogging today,” I replied.

“Oh, well you look nice!”

“Thank you!”

He changed the subject. “I’m just waiting for this video to upload, and then I’ll be ready to go.”

“Take your time,” I told him.

I made myself a coffee while I waited. I decided not to eat anything with it even though it would have killed more time. Luckily, I remembered I still had to do my “makeup of the day” selfie so I went to the window in the living room and took my phone out. I got a few shots, making sure to get angles of every feature on my face.

After that, I went to Twitter to see what was going on. My mentions were just demands for the selfie I had yet to post. My MOTDs were the only consistent thing about my time on the internet, and when it's just a little late, people get antsy. And rude, mostly rude.

Instead of acknowledging that, I asked what highlighters I should try out.

Then I went back upstairs to the bathroom to look over what I used on my face today. All my products were scattered across the counter, but I knew where everything was, so I snapped a picture on my phone before deciding to take another picture for Snapchat. Once that was done, I put everything away, knowing they would be misplaced or broken if I left them out here. Once, I left my Kat Von D contour kit out on the counter for an hour and when I came back, the pressed powders were mysteriously broken.

Not long after I was done posting my pictures, Jack called my name from downstairs. I sighed, calming my nerves as I went to go meet him.

I didn't mention my vlog again until we were in the car. Or, I thought about mentioning it, but my anxiety induced ass kept my mouth shut. I had to get a video up on my channel, people were asking for it. I hated getting so nervous about it. I just didn't want him to think I was one of those YouTubers that vlogs every single second of their lives.

“Do you mind if you're in my vlog?” I suddenly blurred halfway through the ride to campus. “I-I mean, if you want, sorry. Like, it's just that I didn't post a video over the weekend y pues necesito poner algo en mi canal pero no quiero molestarte…” I trailed off, realizing I had switched languages. I did that sometimes.

“Bella,” Jack said, and I could hear a smile in his voice, “I'd love to be in your vlog. You don't have to explain yourself to me, even though I have no idea what you said. It's no problem at all.”

I was quick to hand him my phone. “Do you mind vlogging while I drive?”

“Of course!” He put on the front camera and aimed it at both of us.

“Hi! We’re on our way to campus!” I said in my ‘vlogger’ voice as soon as it was recording. “This is Jack, by the way.”

“Hi!” he greeted.

“We’re kind of roommates,” I tried to explain.

“We crashed Mark’s house,” he said. “We’re the monsters in his basement.”

“Yeah!” I chuckled. “We’re also classmates, and if I vlog more, then you may see even more of this guy!”

“I also crashed Bella’s house,” Jack added.

I hesitated, then laughed. “Someone’s gonna take that the wrong way.”

“So class was cancelled,” I spoke to my phone camera as Jack and I walked through campus. “We have like, two hours to kill. So, we’re probably gonna go eat, and then go to Sephora.”

“What’s that?” asked Jack.

I smiled almost wickedly for the camera. “You’ll find out.”

Obviously I only said that for the vlog. I explained to Jack what exactly Sephora was, and the told him he didn’t have to come with me if he didn’t want to.

“No, I’ll go with you!” he cheerily said. “Let’s do it!”

“Wait, really?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes! Let’s go!” He sounded way too excited. Then again, it is Jack. But it’s also a freaking makeup store.

Either way, I wasn’t going to complain.

This is weird, but I felt a sense of peace walking into the store. Technically, it should have triggered my anxiety. If you walk in there with no makeup, you get death glares from other shoppers, and the employees treat you like you don’t know anything about beauty. Speaking of the employees, they also try to talk to you and advise you on what colors go with your eyes and skin tone and other stuff I didn’t necessarily agree with. Yet, I was calm when I walked inside.

Jack followed me wherever I went, looking fascinated but also confused. For once, there weren’t a lot of people in the store, so he wasn’t recognized by anyone. Yes, even in Sephora, Jack was sure to get recognized. That’s what I expected at least. Even more surprisingly, he was intrigued by all the products.

“What’s that?”

“Primer.”

“What does it do?”

“Smooths out your skin and helps your makeup last longer.”

“What about this? It’s shiny!”

“Oh! Just what I was looking for. Highlighter!”

I looked at the sample on the display shelf. Urban Decay. I hummed in thought.

“What does it do?” Jack asked, looking over my shoulder.

“Makes your skin glow,” I replied. “Kind of like a healthy glow, depending on what the highlighter is like.”

I swatched the sample on my finger, showing him the iridescent, pearly color. Then, a thought came to mind. “This color might actually go with your skin tone.”

He chuckled. “Mine?”

Smiling, I took his wrist and wiped, for lack of a better word, the shimmering product onto his skin. “Actually… no. You’re a teeny bit too pale.”

“Of course I am!” He laughed.

“But it would look great on me!”

We continued browsing through the store. I also realized I hadn’t been vlogging the whole thing. Every time I’ve tried to vlog in Sephora in the past, I was always told off by an employee. So technically, Jack was actually curious about these things. He followed me around the store, far more interested than I expected. He was especially captivated by the Too Faced counter, and I knew exactly why.

“Does… does that actually smell like chocolate?” he asked, pointing to a specific eyeshadow palette, a childlike wonder in his eyes.

“It does.” I smiled wide, practically giddy that someone was open enough to talk to me about my one interest. “I have this palette, too. It’s actually my favorite.”

“That’s so fucking cool! Wait-” He leaned closer to read the label. “Why is it fifty fucking dollars?”

“Excellent question!”

“And this! It’s a heart with powder in it! Why is it thirty five fucking dollars?”

“Let’s not think about prices,” I told him, sympathetically patting his shoulder. “They’re pretty, and for me, they’re necessary.”

“Are they really?”

“Well, it’s what I do for a living, so yes.”

“Why do you like it so much?” he asked, looking at me. “I’m not trying to be mean or belittle you, I’m actually curious.”

Don’t know about him, but the mood changed for me.

“I’ll tell you that story one day.”

I thought I had enough questions about Mark. Jack’s fanbase… well, they were a lot nicer. Still invasive, but nicer. I edited and uploaded my vlog the same day I filmed it, and it got the numbers I half expected. Plenty of views and likes, not that that mattered. What mattered to me was what they were saying the following day. Many of them requested I do Jack’s makeup for a video. Many requested he do mine. Some said we should date. But by far, the best thing I had seen was a drawing of me and Jack as Cosmo and Wanda. I guess having the ends of your hair dyed bright pink qualifies you as eligible to be drawn as a fairy! I loved it!

I hadn’t used Tumblr so much in a very long time. A lot of Jack’s followers were now messaging me, not just on there, but on Twitter, Instagram, and all of my other social media as well. I wasn’t sure whether to be cynical because they saw me now as an extension of Jack and Mark, or nervous because now more people were aware of my existence.

I mean, it’s not like they were doing anything wrong. Hardly anyone was rude, most people were saying I was pretty, that my makeup was on point. Compared to other vloggers’ audiences, Jack’s was very kind and welcoming. I was pleasantly surprised.

“You’ve been on your phone every chance you’ve gotten all day,” Mark pointed out that evening. “And you’re actually smiling.”

“I don’t think I’ve had this much attention before,” I said, still scrolling. “I thought people would hate me for being around Jack.”

Mark scoffed as he lied down next to me in bed. “What’s there to hate?”

“Well, I’m resented for being around you.”

“Hey, they came around. They like you.” Mark always tried to see the best in his audience, but he also knew they hated me when we first went public. I couldn’t really blame them, but it still sucked.

“Either way, I shouldn’t think about it too much,” I concluded, finally putting down my phone, turning to face my boyfriend.

As soon as I was unoccupied, Mark practically attacked me. He managed to dive into me and roll me onto my back. I yelped, then giggled as he pinned me down.

“I feel like I haven’t had you to myself lately,” he told me, leaning in so our noses touched.

“I know, things have been so busy,” I replied, despite how trapped I felt in this position. I tried to keep my breathing normal. It’s been awhile since I’ve been this close to anyone, and Mark knew this.

“Let me make it up to you,” Mark said, his voice deep and very close to my ear.

I gasped and shivered as his lips attacked my neck. My stomach dropped and my face heated up so much I was surprised Mark’s hair didn’t singe off as it tickled my cheek. I squirmed, trying to get out of this awkward position.

Luckily, Mark caught on, picking his head up and peering down at me. “You okay?”

“C-Can we do this another time?” I asked, my voice small and shaky.

He paused for a split second, but nodded and rolled back to his side of the bed. “I’m sorry, I got carried away.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry… I still get really nervous…”

I’m so stupid. It’s not like I was a virgin. It’s not like he didn’t make me feel safe… I felt so guilty.

“I won’t make you do anything you’re not ready for,” Mark reassured, reaching down to take my hand. “It’s okay, I promise.”

“I’m sorry.” That was about ninety percent of my vocabulary.

“Don’t be.”

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#jacksepticeye fanfiction #markiplier fanfiction #soau #sweetheart writes #i have so many plans for this fanfic man #idec if no one reads i just have to get it out there

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