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Come Home to My Heart, Chapter 7 (Lemyanka) - Plastiquedoll

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A/N: I don’t know if I can say this but this is one of my favorite chapters I’ve written and I’m so excited I can finally share it! it’s literally two people driving around but it matches the song I guess… I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading it! <3

-7-

“So Lemon thinks I’m dating you.” Priyanka used the home phone to call her friend the day after their night out.

It was almost noon and Priyanka’s hangover had abandoned her body after drinking a gallon of water and taking a long -long- shower. She was walking around the house with the phone in one ear and a half-empty cup of coffee in the other. Her parents were at her sister’s place, having lunch with the kids so she had the house for herself –and when you’re hangover no matter how much you love kids you do want to be alone.

Denali burst into laughter. “Does she?” Her voice sounded distorted after singing all night.

“Well, thank you for being so considerate and laugh at the possibility of dating me. At least you didn’t do it on my face.”

“It’s not that… I’m sorry. You’re gorgeous for what matters.”

“You’re still laughing.”

“It’s your telephone connection. But wait, are you going to tell her the truth?”

“Eventually, if she asks again… Until then, would you mind if I play dumb with it?”

“Priyanka, oh my God… You’re so silly.”

“Okay, I’ll take that. But let me be potentially unrealistic for a moment here… she might be jealous of you.”

Denali gasped exaggeratedly.

“Quit making fun of me, you bitch.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… This is just so entertaining for me.”

“I’m sure it is.”

“But the night ended up well for you two, right? Progress… character development?”

“She was drunk and called me Sprinky before I pushed her into a taxi.”

“I love Sprinky! Aw, you guys, pet names already.”

“That hardly qualifies as a pet name but…”

“Tomayto, tomahto, same thing.”

It really was Denali the one who lived in a fantasy world.

“I gotta go. I need to pick some groceries from the supermarket.”

“Okay, bye Sprinky!”

Priyanka clicked her tongue. “Bye. Bitch.”

Her mother had given her a list of things to buy since she was staying in all day and she said her lazy ass needed to do something productive, -she didn’t say it like that but that was what Priyanka heard when she was still wasted on her bed.

She had taken her car to the supermarket that was in the center of the city since it was the biggest one around. On her way there, she noticed the engine coughing a little more than usual but she downplayed it when the noises stopped.

The day was sunny and hot, it warmed her skin and made it glow as she drove to the location. She had grabbed a pair of denim shorts that were on top of her suitcase –luckily, since she hadn’t unpacked yet- but she had to dig some more to find an ombré knitted white and blue crop top she had brought, then complimented the outfit with a pair of sandals and vintage round orange sunglasses. After brushing her hair a little, she was ready to go.

She got to the store, picked a shopping cart, and wandered through the aisles with her mother’s list in her hand. She occasionally lifted her feet and slid with the cart when no one was watching. Then she got distracted whereas she was goofing around and almost crashed it on the cereal aisle, fortunately, no one saw that.

Well, almost no one.

“Jesus Christ you’re going to kill someone with that.”

Priyanka stopped in her tracks when she recognized the voice right away.

Naturally, Lemon was there to see her making a fool of herself.

She was there, looking unimpressed as usual with a shopping basket on the floor next to her. Lemon was wearing a NYC t-shirt in pastel yellow, pink and blue, a pair of mom jeans, and white chunky sneakers that made her a bit taller. She also had a giant pair of white oval sunglasses with black glasses on -Priyanka only suspected the reason behind that fashion choice- she had her hair wet but tied into pigtails and lip gloss, lip gloss was never missing with her.

“Fancy meeting you here.” Priyanka mumbled.

“Can’t say the same,” she sighed. “are you following me or something?”

The brunette scoffed. “You wished…”

“Then move aside I’m trying to get the Froot Loops.”

Priyanka looked up and spotted the colorful cereal box above her head. “But the real question is can you get the Froot Loops?”

“Oh, fuck you.” She almost pushed Priyanka off the way but the other girl moved faster.

Lemon had to tiptoe and jump a little to reach for the box and Priyanka enjoyed every second of it.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Lemon was surely grumpy that day, it was the hangover speaking.

“Not really.” She grabbed a box of Cookie Crisp. “I was wondering if you made it home alright after the state you left.”

“I did… thanks for pushing me into a taxi.” There was some of sarcasm there, Priyanka detected.

“Anytime.”

Lemon started walking and Priyanka followed her with her cart, at that point to mess with her some more.

“You still have that sweet tooth for the chocolate chip cookies…” The blonde observed.

Priyanka looked at the cereal she had chosen without giving it much thought. “I guess I do… You still like anything colorful and sugary.”

“Some things never change.”

But other things changed too much.

After roaming a little, at some point, they split and when Priyanka collected the rest of the items on the list she waited in line to pay for her shop. She saw the blonde when she crossed the automatic door with her grocery bags.

Priyanka slid the credit card and then left as well. She loaded the bags on the trunk, then sat at the driver’s seat and inserted the keys to turn on the engine. She tried a couple of times without significant results, the engine coughed a little and then when she thought she had it, it died again.

“C’mon girl, don’t do this to me now… I bought ice cream bars.”

The sight of smoke wasn’t a lovely view, to say the least. When she lifted the engine cover, she discovered it was worse than what she expected.

“Shit… shit, shit, shit… this is bad.”

She pulled her flipping phone from her back pocket and called her father who calmed her down but couldn’t do much in the distance; he suggested a mechanic nearby that could take a look at it.

Priyanka was losing her mind. She sat at the curb and buried her face in her hands.

“Looks like you could use a ride.” Lemon’s voice made her look at the girl.

“Not now.” She blurted out. “I don’t have time for your snarky comments so please refrain from saying anything you’d think is clever.”

Lemon lifted her sunglasses. “I’m not trying to get on your nerves; I’m legit offering you a ride.” Priyanka didn’t seem convinced. “Think for a moment, your groceries are going to go bad with the heat and no air conditioner.”

“The ice cream bars…” She was on the verge of tears. “Fine. Yes, I need a ride, would you be so nice and help me out?”

“Come with me, my car is around the corner in front of the drugstore.”

“Buying some aspirins?”

“Cut the slack I’m trying to do a good deed here.”

“For a change.”

They carried the bags to Lemon’s car around the corner and Priyanka raised an eyebrow as soon as she saw her car.

As expected, from all people, Lemon would be the one driving a sunny yellow Volkswagen New Beetle. They put the groceries on the trunk yet again and the blonde took a seat in the driver’s position, Priyanka sat on the passenger seat.

“A yellow car?” She questioned.

Lemon buckled up. “My dad gave it to me.”

“Your daddy bought you a pretty car? For real?”

She adjusted the sunglasses back on. “He felt guilty after getting re-married and I accepted it as a peace offering. Is that so terrible?”

“Of course…”

Lemon started the engine and moved the vehicle toward the roundabout, heading for Priyanka’s house.

“You have to turn right in the next street.” Priyanka indicated.

“I think I know where your house is.” Lemon murmured as she took a different way.

“Yeah, you could get there faster this way but you’re about to enter to a one-way street… on the opposite side.”

“Shit.” Lemon maneuvered her way out with a U-turn.

“Does everyone in New York drive like this?”

Lemon blushed. “This is my third time driving in town.”

“Did you drive all the way from the Big Apple alone?”

She shook her head. “Rita visited me there and then we traveled together.”

“You two get along for what it seems…”

“It took some time and adjustment. That was supposed to be our bonding trip but I’m pretty sure she secretly holds a grudge since I convinced her mother of making the bridesmaids’ dresses pastel yellow for the wedding.”

Typical Lemon.

“But her mother is nice, she makes my dad happy so I can’t complain.”

“What about your mom? How is she?”

“Christina is alright. She got signed by an important architectural firm two years ago and has been working non-stop since then. She dated a few men but nothing too transcendental. She still listens to ABBA on a daily basis and sings every song in the repertoire deliberately loud enough to embarrass me in front of people but she’s happy. She’s on a cruise right now having the time of her life probably, that’s part of why I’m here.”

“Good for her, good for Christina.”

“That’s what I said. I thought this whole thing of my dad marrying someone else was going to trigger her somehow but she’s proven me wrong when getting over exes is about. Maybe it helped a little that the woman her ex married is older than her but who knows.”

Priyanka chuckled.

Lemon turned the radio on, Give Me All Your Luvin played through the speakers.

It was nice, to get to talk with Lemon like that, forgetting all the fights and unresolved problems they had for a moment. If Priyanka closed her eyes for an instant she could almost picture them both chatting in Lemon’s room with the music playing on the radio and the smell of wet nail polish in the air.

But then, when she opened her eyes, she got back to reality in a world where they had missed seven years of each other’s lives. There was a time where she could tell exactly what Lemon was thinking of but now it was a different story, the blonde was inscrutable and Priyanka couldn’t predict her reactions or guess the words that would come from her mouth. There were many things she didn’t know about Lemon now.

“Do you like Rihanna?” Priyanka asked when they stopped in front of a red light.

“What?” Lemon turned her head. “What kind of question is that?”

The brunette shrugged. “A thought I had.”

“Of course I like Rihanna, what kind of monster do you think I am?”

“One that doesn’t like Rihanna… perhaps.”

Lemon laughed at how ridiculous the conversation was. She had to continue driving when the light changed to green.

“Rihanna’s first album came out seven years ago and she didn’t get the recognition she deserved until a few years later…” Priyanka explained. “so I never got to know if you liked her music and I’m asking it now because there are two types of people in the world, the ones who have the taste and the ones that are monsters and dislike Rihanna’s music.”

“Okay, I’m telling you I love her. In fact, open the glove compartment.”

Priyanka looked at her.

“Go ahead, open it.” She commanded.

She did as the girl said and when the glove compartment was opened, a pile of CDs boxes where revealed inside. The first of them was a copy of Loud by Rihanna and the next one Good Girl Gone Bad.

“I couldn’t bring all of them but I have a few of them here and others at home.”

“Fair enough.” Priyanka checked the other albums underneath.

The little collection included Circus by Britney Spears, Teenage Dream by Katy Perry, Survivor by Destiny’s Child, Overexposed by Maroon 5, The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani and Fearless by Taylor Swift –that last one was Rita’s, she explained- Priyanka inspected the CDs until she found one last album that was in the bottom of the box, it was a worn out copy of Spice World by the Spice Girls, nothing more and nothing less.

“Hey, this is the album you gave me before moving to New York, remember?” A smile grew wide on her face before the memory.

Lemon blushed till the tip of her ears. “I do… that’s actually the copy I used to have in my room… the one we listened to on my radio.”

“Is it?” Priyanka looked at it with admiration. The colors were a bit pale and the box had several scratches, it was clear it has a few years on.

“Yeah… the CD doesn’t work anymore but I still got it there.”

Priyanka looked at the blonde who had her eyes fixed on the road and her hands closed around the steering wheel.

“Why did you keep it?”

“Sentimental value.” Her voice tone was almost inaudible. “I guess I’m not that cold heart monster you think I am, right?” She sounded somber.

“That’s not what I said… I-”

“We’re here.” She announced when she stopped in front of Priyanka’s house. “I’ll help you with the bags and then we can go get the mechanic for your car.”

She got down from the car leaving Priyanka with the words stuck on her throat once again.

It was becoming a pattern now, right when they started getting along again or when they had a decent conversation, Lemon shut the doors and closed all the windows before Priyanka had the chance to break through her walls.

“Your house hasn’t changed at all.” Lemon observed when they walked in with the groceries.

“Ah, yeah. My mom didn’t fall for the charms of the Property Brothers.”

“Do you have the hots for Drew or Jonathan?”

Priyanka cackled. “I stand behind my mother’s beliefs in this one.”

They put the bags on the countertop, Priyanka rushed to place ice cream on the freezer and other products on the fridge before they got spoiled. Lemon folded the paper bags in the meantime.

“Do you have some water?”

“Yeah, here.” Priyanka threw a water bottle at her and the girl caught it in the air.

She opened her purse and took two aspirins and chugged them down with a water sip.

Priyanka just watched her.

“What?” The blonde asked.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I’m hangover, okay? Tequila is not my best friend… or vodka… neither of them.”

“That’s weird, judging by the way you drank yesterday you’d never guess.”

“Fuck off.” She drank some more water. “Now let’s go get the mechanic for that jalopy of yours.”

“Jalopy?” Priyanka gaped at her. “Excuse you, miss, but I paid that car with my blood, sweat and tears, and two part-time jobs.”

It was the car that was supposed to take her to New York, to Lemon.

“We should hurry then, I don’t know much about mechanics but the amount of smoke that engine released isn’t normal.”

“I know that.”

“Then, let’s go.” The aspirins probably were kicking in.

Before they left the house, Lemon stopped in front of the wall where Priyanka’s mother hung pictures of her and her siblings. In the past, there was a photo of the two of them in school but all over the years her mother probably had saved it just like Priyanka did with all the other Lemon memorabilia. The blonde cast an eye on a photo of the family’s matriarch with a group of children.

“Her grandchildren?”

“Yes, my nephews and nieces.”

“That’s cute… you’re an aunt now.” Priyanka recognized the softness behind her voice and it made her heart skip a beat.

They were back on the road again and Lemon followed the directions until they got to the mechanical workshop Priyanka’s father had suggested her to go. Priyanka explained the man in charge what had happened and then followed the girls with a tow truck.

Priyanka’s car was still where they had left it. It broke her heart to see it there in the streets completely abandoned.

The mechanic took his time to check the engine, he tried to make it work after adjusting some screws and move pieces Priyanka had never heard naming before. Lemon could’ve gone by that moment but she stayed with the brunette, she even shared her bubblegum with her when she noticed how stressed Priyanka was.

After thirty minutes, the man spoke with Priyanka. The diagnosis was not good and he explained that there wasn’t much for him to do. Priyanka felt the knot on her throat and the tears coming at any second. That was her car her baby… this couldn’t be the end of their adventures.

She was beyond surprised when she heard Lemon’s voice.

“But there must be something you can do about it.” She sounded assertive. “The chances are low but there are still chances, right?”

The man babbled some excuses about the car being old and even when it was in a good state; it was going to require some extra work.

“Then do the work.” The blonde continued. “That might look like a piece of junk for both of us but that’s her piece of junk and it means a lot to her so you will take it back to the workshop and do whatever you have to do to save it. Am I being clear enough?”

The man just nodded with wide eyes, maybe too scared to add anything else.

Priyanka was also speechless.

She watched the mechanic hooking her car to the tuck and then stared at Lemon.

“Thanks.” She blinked a couple of times. “That was amazing.”

“I’m sorry I called your car a jalopy.”

“She’s temperamental but it’s okay, I don’t think she heard you anyway.”

“I know you might think of me as this spoiled brat but don’t think I don’t understand what’s like to work hard to achieve something.”

“Thank you.”

“Now let’s go before that guy mistakes the junkyard for the workshop.”

“Hey!”

All was not lost.

That was what the mechanic had said once they left Priyanka’s car at the workshop. It was going to take a couple of days to have a better picture of the problem but maybe replacing some parts would make the difference.

Priyanka sighed of relief and almost hugged the man but then she saw the zeroes on the estimated budget for the repairs and decided to keep the hug for herself… she was more than thankful for having a job back in Toronto that would pay for the bills.

“Well, the good news is that she might live.” Priyanka announced when she got in the car with Lemon.

“There you have. He was just playing hard to get and I know about that.”

“Thank you, Lemon… for helping me so much today. You didn’t have to but still, you did.”

She started the engine. “You’ve done the same for me no questions asked.”

“Are you feeling better after the aspirins?”

“Yeah… I’m never drinking again I swear…”

“That’s a lie.”

“It is…”

“Do you even remember what you said? Last night?”

Lemon stopped in the red light. Her face was as pale as paper and she stared at Priyanka with big eyes, there was horror on them.

“What did I say?”

Priyanka started laughing.

“Priyanka, what did I say?”

The brunette ceased laughing. It was the first time Lemon called her by her name.

“You called me Sprinky and kept asking if Denali is my girlfriend.”

Lemon breathed again. “Thank God… it was just that…”

Priyanka was now puzzled. What else could she’d said?

“I remember that part, you never answered the question anyway.”

She sighed. “Denali is my friend. Just that… we’re friends. Are you happy now?”

Lemon kept driving, it became evening all of sudden.

“I don’t understand though, how did you get to the conclusion that we were dating? I mean, where did the idea come from?”

“Uhm… I’m friends with Kiara and Scarlett on Facebook…”

Traitors, both of them.

“Aha…”

“…and… well, sometimes a picture with you would appear… or pictures of you in nightclubs…”

“I’m so going to kill Scarlett. I told her not to post those…”

“I didn’t mean to assume anything but… I saw you and Denali together the other day and I thought… maybe…”

Priyanka took a deep breath.

“So you know… you know I like girls…”

She nodded.

“And are you okay with that?”

Lemon looked at her. “Why wouldn’t I? Of course I’m okay with that…”

There was a short silence between them, a part of Priyanka was relieved but she could feel her heart pounding.

“Don’t tell me that on top of you thinking that I dislike Rihanna you also consider myself to be homophobic or an ignorant asshole… that being the same thing.”

“I’m asking you.”

“Well, you’ll never have to question it again.” She sounded angry.

“I’m sorry… I take it back, you’re not a monster.”

Lemon’s face softened.

“It’s just… I think of Jan…”

Jan.

That name again, seven years after.

“Jan and her girlfriend Jackie are the one example of true love I have. My parents’ marriage didn’t work but Jan and Jackie… they are grossly in love, it’s disgusting and I love them so much.”

So Jan had a girlfriend… interesting.

“If they couldn’t be themselves and be together I would’ve lost all hope in love, to be honest.” She looked at Priyanka. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but do your parents know?”

Lemon was probably one of the only people who knew Priyanka’s struggles with her family by first hand; they had spoken about it so many times before but never specifically on that topic.

“Yes.” She took a deep breath. “I told them a few years ago when my oldest brother was planning his wedding and they were trying to set me up with the son of their friends or something like that.” Priyanka tittered. “I told my mom first and she was more sympathetic, I had a long talk with her, lots of tears… then we hugged and she told me she loves me…”

Lemon did the unthinkable: she reached for her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. It was a small gesture; it didn’t last longer than a few seconds –she was driving after all- but for some reason, it made Priyanka feel much better.

“My dad… it was a different story. It took him longer to accept it and I believe he’s still digesting it so we don’t talk much about it. It was easier when I moved to a new city… It’s not like I had to need to hide who I am but there I could start from zero and be one hundred percent myself since the first moment.”

“I’m happy for you.” She smiled. “I really am.”

With all the resentment and the bickering, Priyanka had forgotten that Lemon could be sweet, that she could be caring, that she could be her friend.

A friend.

“So your friend Jan, she’s your roommate, right?”

“Yeah, the same.

“Is it Janice, Janelle, Janet…?”

“I’m quite sure it’s just Jan but even after these years they probably don’t even know my real name so it could be anything at this point…”

“And she’s dating Jackie.” Just to make it clear.

“They have the corniest love story that involves love confessions in carriage rides in Central Park, roses and singing songs under the starry sky.”

Priyanka almost choked.

“Exactly.” Lemon giggled. “They are a constant reminder I’m single as hell.”

This time, Priyanka choked for real.

At that moment, Lemon stopped the car, they had arrived.

In the distance, Priyanka spotted her parents’ car arriving shortly after.

Priyanka’s mom got down from the car and got closer to the unfamiliar car parked in front of their house meanwhile her dad put the car in the garage.

“Priyanka and… Lemon? Is that you?”

“Hello Mrs. Suknanan, it’s been a while.” She opened the door of the car and hugged Priyanka’s mom.

“I haven’t seen you in ages… You look all grown-up.”

“Don’t lie to her like that, mom.” Priyanka walked to where the little reunion was taking place.

Lemon rolled her eyes.

Here we go again.

“Are you staying for dinner? We’d love you to stay. I insist… I’m sure Priyanka would love it too.” She elbowed her daughter.

Traitors, even the ones you’d never expect.

“She wants to know if you’re staying for dinner…”

Lemon pulled one of her pageant full teeth smiles. “I’d love to, Mrs. Suknanan but I promised my dad I’d be back by now. Maybe some other day.”

“You have to promise it to me or Priyanka is never going to bring you back.”

“Mom! Leave her alone.” Priyanka wanted to hide under a rock.

“Actually, I’m the one who brought her tonight so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“I’ll wait for you to stop by next week, alright?”

“I’ll be here.”

Priyanka raised her hand. “Am I invited?”

“We’ll think about it.” Lemon grinned. “Mrs. Suknanan, always a pleasure to see you, please give Mr. Suknanan my regards.”

“I will, dear. Give your father my best wishes.”

“I surely will.”

Priyanka’s mom got into the house leaving them alone again.

“She’s so lovely… why didn’t you pick any of that?”

“Ha. Ha.” Priyanka exaggerated her fake laughter.

“As much as I know you enjoy having me as your driver, I have to leave now.”

“Thanks again for that. My car might live another day because of you.”

“I know.” Lemon seemed pleased.

“I’ll make it up to you… somehow.”

“I’ll think of something just wait for it.” She opened the door of her car and Priyanka closed it for her.

“See you around, Lemon.”

“I knew you were stalking me.” She started the engine.

Priyanka threw her head back and released a laugh. “In your dreams, doll.”

The brunette watched the sunny-side up vehicle getting away and then walked toward her house with a smile on her face she couldn’t erase.

#rpdr fanfiction #drcan #can1 #lemon #priyanka #lemon x priyanka #childhood friends #friends to lovers #lesbian au #come home to my heart #plastiquedoll #concrit welcome

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versatilewindow · 4 years ago

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A Night in ‘Las Vegas’ (its actually Daphne’s mansion)

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Summary:Party at Daphne's, Velma experiences requited gay panic. Written for @scrubyjay<3

A/N: if u asked me a week ago what id be writing, scooby doo lesbian fanfic definitely wouldn't have been anywhere near my mind. im kinda surprised i even had this much to say about them.

In the past few years, the Mystery Gang had made a habit of meeting up before a new semester of college started to relax and hang out before their studies took over their lives. Daphne was hosting at her childhood home (as she called it, though most would consider the estate a real true mansion) as usual, (Her parents were off on their yearly honeymoon or what Daphne would call their regularly scheduled time for absolute debauchery among other acts that are certainly in a legal grey area.) and she had full reign of the staff and tonight's event. This semester’s theme was “A Night in Las Vegas”, meaning the gang would be dressed in their best cocktail outfits, and that there were actual slot machines and gambling tables, complete with dealers using rigged card decks to make sure no one would threaten the casino’s nightly earnings, not that they were actually gambling it’s all for realism.

This was the week before most the gang’s final semester, most as in Shaggy decided that he’d rather learn some cooking skills on the job rather than some pompous 75 year old teacher at the nearest cooking school, not realizing he would instead have to deal with an egotistical 40 year old going through what was surely the world’s worst case of mid-life crisis. The rest of the gang was spread around the country, Fred was at the local state college on a football scholarship, studying business and was the VP of the school’s biggest fraternity. Daphne was studying investigative journalism at Colombia, if asked she went to school in New York, and she was in fact related to the Blakes financially backing the new Blake scholarship for students studying journalism. Velma was at Stanford double majoring in Criminal Psychology and Forensic Science, and was set to continue her studies in a Phd program at Harvard.

Out of all the gang, Velma was the most excited for the night, she rarely got to see the others because of the physical distance between them. She walked up the marble steps outside the front doors of the Blake estate, duffel bag in tow, (they always ended up absolutely sloshed at the end of these dinners, opting to stay in one of the many guest rooms with plush king sized beds rather than waiting for a taxi) and pressed the buzzer which linked to a pager on the butler’s uniform. It was only a few moments before Jenkins opened the heavy oak doors.

“Ah, Miss Dinkley, glad to see you’ve made it here safely, would you like someone to take your bag to your room?”

“No, thank you Jenkins, Daphne wanted to get ready together and I have some things I’ll need in the bag. Is she in her room?”

“Yes, allow me to escort you there.” With that Jenkins turned into the Foyer, walking under the first of many grand chandeliers, and up the grand blush pink marble stairs towards Daphne’s suite. Before she knew it they were in front of the door to the bedroom.

Jenkins knocked on the pale door, “Miss Blake, Miss Dinkley has arrived.”

“Oh Yes! Send her in please! The door’s unlocked!” A light rustling was heard behind the door as Jenkins opened the door for Velma, revealing Daphne moving towards her vanity in a silk lavender robe that ended mid thigh. “Velma! I’m so happy you could come early!” The taller woman changed her course towards the shorter one, who seemed almost frozen in the doorway. “Come on in! Thank you Jenkins, let me know when the boys have arrived.” Jenkins responded with a light bow before swiftly turning away, no doubt to continue the prep for tonight's event.

Velma walked in the room, closing the door behind her, and setting her bag down on the loveseat in front of the room’s TV. “I’m glad I could make it too, I wasn’t sure if I would’ve been able to trade shifts with someone at the bookstore, but Sarah S., remember her from high school? She was trying to avoid a family event that was going on earlier today, her aunts are always setting her up on dates and she didn’t want to deal with that again. So it all worked out!”

Daphne smiled at Velma, “Oh Sarah’s wonderful, I almost forgot she worked at the bookstore too during the breaks. There’s a robe for you in the bathroom to change into before we do our manicures.” Velma turned into the attached bathroom, quickly changing into the orange silk robe she usually used while at Daphne’s, the light geometric patterns reminding her of all the sleepovers the two shared in high school. Stepping out of the bathroom, Velma saw that Daphne had already set up the station to paint their nails. “So what’s tonight’s color scheme for you? I’m going with glittery hot pink.” Daphne had started with the base coat already.

“I brought an orange leather skirt, and I was thinking of a black top, but the options I brought don’t really fit with the cocktail dress code for tonight.” Velma sat down across from her friend in a dark luxurious chair, fiddling with the collection of polishes in front of her.

Daphne grabbed a mid-tone orange from the selection, “Don’t worry about your top, you know I have a lot to choose from.” The smile on her face was audible, and she continued, “If it’s the leather skirt I’m thinking of, it would pair great with this sheer, flowy turtleneck I have.” Daphne’s delicate hands grabbed Velma’s, and with skillful light touches started applying the polish. The two took turns with the materials, falling into a comfortable silence finishing the task quickly.

“It’s make-up and hair next, right? I have some things in my bag.” Deeming her nails dry enough, Velma stood and made her way over to the aforementioned bag, pulling out a travel toiletries bag that had her small selection of make-up. It’s not that she was against make-up in any way, it was really more for special events than the day to day, also her college-student budget meant some luxuries were limited, and make-up was on that list. Adjusting her glasses, Velma turned to where Daphne was standing next to the vanity chair, she had a slight pout on her face, the one she used to get what she wanted from anyone.

“Can I please do your make-up? You know I love to do it and you love the outcome every time.” The pout stayed on her face.

“I suppose I could let you do my makeup Daph, seeing as you’re asking so kindly.” Daphne let out a light giggle at the fake sass in Velma's statement. (They both knew that Velma would never say no to Daphne, with or without the pout, not that Velma would ever admit it.) Velma sat down, leaning against the back of the chair, removing her glasses and setting them down on the vanity to allow Daphne full vision of her canvas.

Feathery touches moved across Velma’s face, applying the primer on to soft moisturized skin. “Are you wearing contacts tonight?”

“I brought them, but I’m not sure I’ll remember to take them off before sleeping tonight.”

Daphne continued with the base make-up. “Don’t wear them, you look cute with your glasses.”

A light blush covered the tips of Velma’s cheeks and nose, it certainly wasn’t her first time hearing that phrase, but something about hearing it from Daph’s rosy lips made it different.

Working swiftly, Daphne made her way to the eyes, she grabbed Velma’s eyeliner, leaning in close to work on the wing. The controlled, concentrated breaths tickled the lightly covered freckles on Velma’s face, the flush from before continuing on strong through the powder pink blush Daphne already placed on the high point’s of her cheek bones. Daphne leaned away from her to examine the work done, hands lingering behind on Velma’s face, a satisfied smile appearing when she decided the two sides were even. “We’ll do lips after we change, you good on your own for hair?” Velma nodded while putting her frames back on to inspect the work Daphne had done on her face. It was simple, what she liked best, but it was better than anything Velma could do on her own. Daphne had perfected her technique in blending and choosing colors, if she didn’t know the other for years, Velma would’ve expected Daphne to enroll in a fashion and design school.

The two made quick work of the rest of their prep work, gossiping about the town’s latest scandals. (The Adam’s were being investigated for tax fraud, and the Miller’s were going through a particularly nasty divorce.) Velma straightened out her hair, smoothing it from the usual halo of frizz, stealing glances at Daphne while she did her own make-up and hair. Their gazes met each other once, staring deep into the other’s dark eyes for a beat before looking away as though nothing happened.

The evening drew to a close, night just beginning to settle in, the others would be here soon. Their attention was now drawn to the expansive walk-in closet in the room. Daphne pulled out the sheer turtleneck mentioned before for Velma, it had shiny glittery threads spread throughout, perfect for tonight’s event, and a hot pink sequined mini dress. They both changed in front of each other, as they had many times before, but something in the air was different, there was an unspoken tension between the two of them growing from the lingering touches and frequent glances from earlier. Velma looked up from her skirt’s zipper to see Daphne’s bare back in front of her, dress unzipped. She said a light ‘I got it’ before pulling the hidden zipper up the pale back, the dress tightly hugging the curve of the toned body before her.

The tension dissipated as they walked over to the rack of shoes covering a wall of the closet, Daphne thinking out loud, wondering if she should go with boots or a strappy pump. She grabbed a chunky platform heel for Velma, one she often borrowed, before deciding on black suede thigh high boots. Daphne’s pink phone pinged, a text from the boys, they were five minutes away. As she pulled the boots over her long legs, Daphne saw Velma staring at her thighs, pinked nose, where skin met suede, and blushed herself, not mentioning that she’d caught the other.

Shrugging this off, Daphne stood and walked out of the closet, to the door of her room, waiting for Velma. As the shorter walked to the doorway, fingertips touched the small of her back guiding her through. The two walked to the main room on the ground floor where it had been transformed to feel like a real casino, the lights were dimmed, 5 slot machines took up a wall, a dealer’s table next to the grand fireplace, tall, small tables with tea lights and stools took up the center floor, and two servants stood at the edge, one with a tray of hors d'oeuvres and the other a tray of champagne. Meeting the ladies at the bottom were their friends, and Jenkin’s informing them that dinner would be served within the hour. The boys cleaned up well, Shaggy’s usual mop of hair gelled back, with burgundy suspenders against a white button up holding up light green slacks. Fred opted for a more classic black and white suit, with a sapphire blue tie to add his own flair. Even Scooby looked prepped for a red carpet, his nails cut, a light almond scent from soap rather than his usual distinct dog smell.

The forty or so minutes before dinner was served went smoothly, Shaggy, Scooby, and Daphne spent their time catching up at the slot machine; Fred and Velma playing black jack while laughing about funny stories from the past semester. The waiters did their jobs, handing out each person’s favorite snack before the meal, or snacks in Shaggy and Scoob’s case, leaving no glass unfilled, although they insisted they all have at least a glass of plain water for every couple of refills.

Once it was time for the meal, the servants put their trays down to push the tables together, so the group could enjoy the dishes together. Daphne pulled her stool next to Velma’s brushing her hand against the smooth skin of the other’s thigh, and noticed how the seated girl’s relaxed, slightly tipsy posture tensed at the quick touch. The dinner continued with similar interactions, a tap of one’s foot against the other, a brush of knees under the table, dabbing away sauce at the edge of the other’s lips. If the boys had noticed these seemingly innocent interactions, they either didn’t care about the clear subtext, or were too drunk to even notice the tension growing with each lingering touch.

After they had finished eating, the ladies continued with their behavior at the table even though the others moved to the dealer’s table for poker. With a well placed hand on the other girl’s thigh, Velma took things a step further and gave a light squeeze, causing Daphne to get out her stool, pulling the other by the wrist to the nearest bathroom, offhandedly mentioning their destination to the hired boy bringing out chicken nuggets for Shaggy.

In the bathroom, Velma locked the door behind them as the taller girl pulled her onto the granite countertop in a rushed passionate kiss. Contrary to popular belief, Velma was no stranger to Saturday night party bathroom hook-ups, but she was in her childhood best friend’s home having a bathroom hook-up, with her childhood best friend no less. The flutter in her stomach that was growing during dinner, turned into heat and a blazing fire at her core as Daphne’s supple pink lips trailed down the side of the other neck, lightly biting where the top of the turtleneck ended. A quick hand undid the button at the top of the sheer shirt, allowing Daphne more places to nip and kiss. Velma’s hands pulled the other closer as a soft moan left her lips, making Daphne continue the attack at her neck with more vigor. With a light squeeze on her butt, the orange haired girl looked up from the other’s neck with half lidded eyes before asking, “do you,” a kiss on the cheek, “want to take this” a kiss on the other, “to my room?” a kiss on the nose, “I have some things there that could make this even better” a kiss on the lips. At this, Velma hopped off the counter, straightening out her disheveled clothes as best she could before unlocking the door and rushing towards the stairs, Daphne close behind with a large grin on her face. The only thing that pulled them away from their mission of making it to the room was a quick stop telling the boys they were turning in for the night.

The next morning, Daphne figured it was a good thing her parents insisted the boy’s sleep on the other side of the house.

Bonus: after the ladies mentioned they were off to bed

Shaggy turned to Fred, he was drunk, but sober enough to notice the smeared lipstick on Daphne, or the trail of lip marks down Velma’s neck. "You're gonna have to pay up man, did you see them?"

Fred slumped down onto the table and mumbled, "Why couldn't they stick it out a few more months till after graduation, I'll have your money on Monday."

A/N: uhhhh, velma got RAILED, lets leave that as the description for the smut. I would also like to get dommed by Daphne Blake. Lmk if u liked it!

#Scooby doo #velma x daphne #Velma Dinkley #Daphne Blake #wlw #implied smut #idk whats more wild me writing this or posting it at all

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knybits · 5 years ago

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Baby from Two

bc akiko and tanjirou can have kids even tho akiko is asexual :,,)

@thunderandrainclouds and @kny-writings have they own chiyuu and sanemiyu kids and that made me SO SOFT so i couldnt help but think up of taniko’s own kid :,,) more details on him soon, but here’s a quick thing of modern au and the lead up to how the taniko family came to be!

also thank GOD i wrote this whole thing before i broke my hand LMAO

“A child?”

Akiko looks up from her tablet, a finger hovering over the medical journal she was reading to look at Tanjirou. She thought he would be a bit nervous about bringing the matter up, but he looks focused on the task at hand instead.

Her feet are in his lap, and his eyes scrunch and his tongue is sticking out a bit as he tries to make sure that he doesn’t mess up painting her toenails a navy blue.

Tanjirou’s book lays face down on the coffee table, and the bright red nail polish that Akiko used to paint Tanjirou’s toe nails remain right by the book.

“Well, I mean yeah! Why not?” He’s finishing up, wiping some of the excess polish on the sides of the bottle.

Akiko’s face pales, “You mean you want me to birth a baby?”

This catches Tanjirou’s attention, and his head snaps up to quickly shake his head, earrings flying around his face.

“No! Oh my gods, no! I would never force you to birth a child or have sex! I meant adoption!”

Akiko can’t help the breath of relief from leaving her lips, shoulders loosening and heart slowing in pace. Tanjirou looks guilty, but when Akiko points her foot to have him resume his task, he knows that all is forgiven.

But she remains quiet, continuing to scroll through her tablet. The stillness in the air makes Tanjirou feel like he can’t breathe, but he can tell that Akiko’s mind is going through her usual pros and cons list.

For starters, Miyuki and Chiyo have already had their children. Miyuki first with Jin, who is already in her terrible twos. Then Chiyo had the twins, Tsutako and Yasu, a year later. And then the year after that Miyuki had Kousuke.

Akiko and Tanjirou aren’t too worried about being the only family without a child. Akiko could care less, and considering the fact that the two of them have to babysit so much, she already feels like she has four kids of her own.

But Tanjirou can’t help but care a little bit. Akiko doesn’t blame him. She knows that he’s wanted a big family since they were kids, and it’s mainly due to the fact that he himself grew up in a large family.

She’s just glad that Tanjirou is understanding of the fact that she isn’t comfortable having sex, and the idea of having children of her own isn’t very exciting.

But adoption doesn’t sound too bad.

“...Google says that there’s an orphanage about an hour’s drive away from here. Let me call the hospital to see if I can get a day off soon,” Akiko buries her face deeper into the tablet, shielding herself from Tanjirou’s radiant smile.

“Really?!”

“Well, we should talk to our parents about this… And we have the spare guest room to use, so I don’t think space will be a problem. I’m sure I can ask my dad for money if we’re ever in a pinch, but we’re pretty steady right now…” Akiko’s mumbling grows quieter, and Tanjirou has to lean over to lower her tablet from her face to get her to look at him properly.

His smile is softer now, shoulders no longer tense and the feeling of his hand warm.

“We’ll figure this out together, Akiko. I know we can,” and then he returns to painting her toenails.

---

“We’re so fucked.”

Chiyo and Miyuki both extend a hand out to cushion Akiko’s face from slamming into the coffee table, and Mikyuki sighs under her breath over Akiko’s bad habit.

“Hit your head on this table any more and you might loose your medical brain cells,” Chiyo chastises, and Akiko gives her a look of pure, ‘It doesn’t work like that.’

“Besides that,” Miyuki waves off, “Why do you think you’re fucked?”

The two cradle Akiko’s cheek in their hands now as she tilts her head to look at the two. When Akiko finally sits up she takes a quick sip of her coffee, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

“I know I babysit for the two of you all the time, but I honestly don’t know how I’ve been able to do that so far. Honestly I think Tanjirou has been the one babysitting for all of us.”

Chiyo tilts her head, “Why do you say that?”

“Because I’m really bad with kids.”

There’s an odd pause between the three and Akiko shifts uncomfortably under their wide eyed gaze.

Then Chiyo and Miyuki look at each other, and then back at Akiko before chorusing, “Yeah, we know.”

“Wow alright I guess I’m not babysitting anymore.”

Miyuki shrugs, “Trust me hun, we’ve known since day one. I had to show you how to hold Jin, remember? Still a work in improvement too.”

“Please stop rubbing in the salt…”

Chiyo laughs, pouring Akiko her third cup of coffee of the day before setting a reassuring hand on Akiko’s shoulder.

“I know you have trouble connecting with kids, but a part of your job is to get along with kids, isn’t it?”

Akiko sips a bit, mulling over her thoughts, “Mmm, well, yeah. But I just wave a lollipop in front of their face and promise that they get it in the end if they’re a good kid. I can’t do that with my child every day, or they’ll get cavities!”

Now it’s Miyuki’s turn to laugh, and she claps Akiko’s back harshly. Chiyo laughs along and the two laugh even harder when Akiko’s face grows beet red.

“That’s exactly what a parent would say! See? You’ll be fine!” Chiyo lightly punches Akiko’s arm, but Akiko still rubs some of the pain away. Chiyo’s arms are no joke…

Miyuki then pipes in, her own cup of coffee lifted to her nose with the steam slowly warming up her cold nose. “And besides,” she starts gently, “you have Tanjirou. Raising a child is all about teamwork, alright? You’ll be with each other every step of the way.”

---

With traffic, the drive to the orphanage took an extra half an hour. Akiko’s leg bounces in the car and her eyes read the license plate of each passing car, her mind memorizing letters and numbers in an attempt to focus on something else.

When Tanjirou moves his hand to slip his fingers through Akiko’s, she calms down a little. And then she remembers that she should be more excited than scared of having a child.

“We’re here!” Tanjirou’s bright voice breaks Akiko out of her thoughts and she blinks, clearing her vision to focus back on the hands folded in her lap.

She and Tanjirou are dressed a bit more formally for the occasion, as Akiko is in blue pencil skirt and usual billowy poet shirt. Tanjirou is wearing black pants that cling to his nicely defined legs and he’s pulled on a tight white shirt tucked into his pants. Basically, walking eye candy for Akiko to look at.

When the two step out of the car, Akiko has the chance to look up at the building.

It’s big and daunting in Akiko’s eyes, and the plethora of windows look like eyes glaring down at her. Then, she sees a couple heads pop up from the windows, and the eyes of children light up upon the sight of a car with a couple adults.

She pales at the thought of disappointing a child, and there’s a guilty feeling within her stomach when she sees older children that know they won’t be adopted. The eyes of hopeful toddlers and twins that clutch each other tightly in fear that they will be separated one day.

Tanjirou smells smoke from Akiko’s head, and her tightens his hold on her hand to anchor her back down. Then, he offers her an excited smile.

“Are you ready?”

“I need an inhaler.”

She waves off his concerned look and assures that she’s just joking around, and the two climb the steps of the orphanage building. Tanjirou does most of the talking when they reach the front desk and he fills out most of the paperwork. They’re given little visitor stickers and someone steps forward to help give them a little tour.

There’s a small craft room where kids play with clay and popsicle sticks, and Akiko sees a couple older kids working hard at japanese calligraphy.

Most of the kids are in the back playing on the playground, cheering and screaming with each other. Upon seeing Tanjirou and she, a few start to crowd around them, and Tanjirou is tugged along to play.

He has a few in his lap when they go down the slide, and he pushes a little boy on the swings to the point where the boy almost goes flying away.

A few kids grow curious of Akiko, since all she’s doing is standing by awkwardly.

“Are those your real eyes?”

“Yes.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a doctor.”

“Are you gonna give us shots?!”

“That depends. Are you up to date on your vaccinations?”

Yeah.

She’s killin it.

She’s somehow roped into braiding a girl’s hair, and she’s struggling dearly. Tanjirou laughs when he sees how hard she’s trying, but she’s only making a mess out of the girl’s dark locks.

So Tanjirou steps in, guiding Akiko’s fingers through the girl’s hair and creating a beautiful braid.

“I’ll let you practice on me when we get home,” Tanjirou promises, and Akiko lets out a sigh of relief.

Some time later, Akiko finds herself watching Tanjirou with love filled eyes as he is turned into the playground. He easily holds a few children in his arms with another on his shoulders. When he turns around to show Akiko, the proudest smile on his face, Akiko smiles back twice as wide.

The kids laugh when they see Tanjirou turn red, suddenly shy in the face of his beloved.

“Kids look good on you,” Akiko says softly, patting his chest before the two are taken back inside to see the nursery.

Most of the babies are sleeping when the two quietly step inside with the guide. But there’s one playing by himself with a couple legos, and Akiko rushes over to wrestle a brick out of his grubby hands when she realizes that he’s about to shove it into his mouth.

“Choking hazARD-“

Tanjirou places a finger to his lips to shush her but she opens his mouth to peer inside his mouth, checking to make sure there isn’t anything else lodged into his throat.

Akiko really isn’t in the mood to have to flip this baby and slap his back.

“U- Uhm, ma’am? Please be gentle with him…”

“I’m so sorry! She’s a doctor, so she’s just doing a part of her job,” Tanjirou laughs weakly, bowing a bit to the guide before turning his attention back to Akiko.

When Akiko deems the baby okay, she sets him down. He’s a little fussy after Akiko handled him roughly, so Tanjirou steps in to pick up the baby and rock him to calm him down.

But when Tanjirou notices something, his eyes widen in surprise.

“Oh! Akiko! Look! His eyes!” Tanjirou beams, and Akiko finds the baby stuffed into her arms.

She’s holding him under his arms, blinking owlishly at the sudden predicament, but nonetheless she leans in a bit to look the baby in his eyes.

The same ginko leaves, the same molten gold, the same sunrise blend.

Akiko looks into a carbon copy pair of her own eyes.

Zenitsu’s eyes are close, but they’re a bit different. His are brighter, most hopeful, and they don’t change like Akiko’s does.

This baby has eyes that flicker between topaz and autumn leaves.

The baby tilts his head when he looks at Akiko, and Tanjirou comes closer to brush some of his inky black hair out of his face.

“He’s so cute!” Tanjirou gushes, and Akiko can’t help but smile the least bit.

“Yeah, he’s pretty cute I gues- OW?!”

Out of pure curiosity and wonder, the baby decides to shove his chubby little fingers into Akiko’s eyes.

This. Little. Fucker.

—-

“Yeah and then we adopted you I guess.”

Hiyoshi, now 16, looks at his mom with a tired expression.

Tanjirou is in the kitchen, making breakfast for the family while Akiko pets Shyoutan in her lap.

Hiyoshi looks at his mother through his thick frames, eyes no where near as blessed as his mother’s (as ironically enough.) He’s fiddling with his fingers, and Akiko sighs at his habit to hide his face behind his hair.

“And, uhm… What about Shyoutan? How did we get Shyoutan?”

The great big golden retriever has been with the family for as long as Hiyoshi can remember, and he doesn’t really know the full story as to how his parents got the dog when she was still barely been born.

Tanjirou laughs, setting a bowl of rice for each member of his little family before returning to the kitchen. Akiko chuckles under her breath as well and Hiyoshi can tell that there’s a funny story behind Shyoutan, but Akiko mercilessly stands from her spot on the couch and Shyoutan moves to let her leave.

Then, she strides over to her son and smothers his cheek with kisses, Hiyoshi trying to push his mom away from him and whining in protest.

“That’s a story for another day, Hiyoshi,” Tanjirou says, finally laying out the miso soup and the fish for his family. Everyone moves to take their seats, but Akiko turns a 180 on her son and swipes his chopsticks away.

“You know the drill young man,” she narrows her eyes. “Go feed Shyoutan before you eat.”

Hiyoshi groans, “Sometimes I feel like you guys treat the dog better than me.”

“Oh? So you don’t want to spend the day with your uncle Inosuke?”

Hiyoshi bolts to the cabinet after that, quickly filling Shyoutan’s bowl (and making it overflow, much to Akiko’s annoyance) before sitting cross legged on his chair and eating his food as fast as possible for an always early arriving Inosuke.

#taniko #bittle's murder of one #tamura akiko #akiko #kamado tanjiro #tanjirou

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onlystylesangels · 5 years ago

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Calming Nerves

Anon: Hii! I really love your writing ❤️ can I request a protective!Harry one shot. Maybe y/n having a panic attack or something bc of the crowds xx Thank u

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst, panic attack

Word Count: 3K+

A/N: Hello lovie! I know you requested this a long time ago and I apologize for not writing this right away. Here she is and I hope you enjoy! I love this little one shot, so hope you love her too! Feedback is much appreciated! Much love!!💓❤💞💕

Harry was at another gig. He was currently rehearsing while his best friend Y/N was sitting on the seats that were all the way in the back of the arena.

“How do I sound, love?” Harry asked as he spoke through his microphone.

“Pleasant I guess!” Y/N teases as Harry’s smile falls.

“You liar. I think I sound good if I do say so myself.” Harry laughs as Y/N rolls her eyes at his narcissism.

“You wish, Styles!” Y/N smiles as Harry walks off the stage and walks towards Y/N.

“Come, I want to show you the outfit that I’m going to wear today for the show.”

“Is it flashy?”

“What d’ya mean, love?”

“Like sparkly, or you know-”

“Of course it’s sparkly, love. What else would I wear?”

“Harry Styles always going out with a bang.”

“Indeed, love.” Harry mused as they both walked towards the dressing rooms.

“So this is Mitch. The man has worn the same underwear for twelve years now.” Harry said as he whispered the last part.

Y/N glances over at the man with ear length hair as he held a guitar, playing a single string. He stopped what he was doing and glared over at Harry.

“Really, Harry.” Mitch glared at him as he grabbed the guitar strap and pulled it over his head.

“Fuckin’ classic!” Harry giggles as he hides his face behind Y/N's shoulder.

Y/N starts to laugh as she pats Mitch on the shoulder, “Don’t fuss too much about it, Mitch. He’s just like that. He will never change, the buggar.”

“You know you love me, Mitch.” Harry says as he sends him a cheeky smile.

“Can’t enjoy some quiet, huh?”

“We’ll leave you be, Mitch. It’s nice to meet you though.” Y/N says as she extends her hand towards him.

“Likewise, Y/N. Can’t believe a nice person like you knows Harry.”

“Oh bug off, Mitch! I’m nice with ya!" Harry narrows his eyes at him.

"I should've stayed at that pizza joint to be honest."

Their friendship was the best. Well what Harry would say it's the 'bestest'.

Harry has known Y/N since grade school and they have been friends ever since then. They were magic with each other even though once in a while one of them may tease the other and they would go back and forth. But that was just how friendship were, right?

“Harry! Give that back you twat!”

“Sorry, love. I actually like how it looks on me. What d’ya think, Y/N?” Harry smirks as Y/N just glares at him.

“Give it. Back. Harry!” Y/N taunted as Harry lost his smile and changed to a worried demeanor.

“Alright. Jus’ don’t hit me!”

“Like I would hit you.”

“You would if you wanted to.” Harry retorted as he gave the sunglasses and hat to Y/N.

“Never in a million years, Harry.” Y/N assured him.

Hours before Harry had to go on stage and perform, Y/N was in the dressing room waiting for him to walk out and guide her towards the part of the arena she was going to be at.

As Y/N was looking at the many little bottles of nail polish, Harry stuck his head out of the curtain and smirked.

"Gonna paint me nails fo' me, Y/N?" Harry asked as he kept his eyes on her.

"No. I was just looking through them. They're pretty colors. Are your nails painted?"

"Nah. I was going to wait fo' the next show. Thinkin' maybe you could help with that." Harry suggested as he was fixing his little sparkly bow on his shirt collar.

"Maybe. I don't know though, you might not like my painting skills."

"Why? Are you bad at painting 'em?"

"Not exactly." Y/N said. Her smile present. "I don't know, I've never painted someone else’s nails before."

"Ohhh. That explains it. I think you'll be fine, love." Harry assured her. He kept trying to tighten up the loose bow but each time he tightened it it fell back to its original floppy mess.

"Can you help me with this bloody bow? Can't seem to get it right."

Y/N stood in front of him and gently pulled onto the two loose strands of fabric. His face was nearly close to her face as she started to tie the little bow.

"Didn't know you were strong, love." Harry teased as he looked straight into her eyes and lifted her chin so she could make eye contact with him.

"Sorry. I didn't want to pull that hard. I thought I was gentle with it." She apologized. Her hands busy with trying to create a simple knot.

Harry didn't say anything he just stood there and had his head low at Y/N's height.

Y/N was also struggling to tie this bow and trying to make it look semi presentable. With one last knot she finally gave up and released her grip from Harry's collar.

"Is this okay?"

Harry nods as he looks at himself in the mirror.

After Harry was dressed and was ready to go out on stage he made sure Y/N knew where she was staying during the show. He wanted to make sure he could see her through the crowds he knew there was going to be.

**//**

Y/N stood behind the black barriers as she had a good view of the stage and where the band and Harry will at. She was excited to see her best friend perform. This was her first time that she was going to see Harry perform. Harry always tried convincing her that she should come along with them to every show, Y/N would say yes all those times that he did ask her, but she couldn’t leave her responsibilities behind and go with Harry for who knows how many months on the road. So that’s why last week she ringed Harry and told him that she was going to join him if he was alright with it obviously. Harry was excited to bring her along with him and the crew, it was a day that him and Y/N have been looking forward to.

Right as the lights began moving, as they hit every part of the arena and the sound of the choir starting from the song Only Angel, Y/N was ready she knew she was going to see Harry already knowing what he was wearing. People beside her started screaming as the screen started to slowly lift up, clouds of smoke and lights blinding them so they couldn’t see the band or Harry just yet. Screams of excitement and people jumping up and down and leaning forwards as they tried to get a good glimpse of the stage. Once the drums and guitars were heard Harry jumped and began walking towards areas of the stage and greet his fans. He blew them kisses and waved his hands as he said hello, once he faced the area that Y/N was standing at he stopped for a bit and tried looking for her and when he set eyes on her he smiled and blew a kiss to her and the fans around her.

Y/N was jumping, singing along to every song and was having a fantastic time at her best friend’s concert. She was so proud of Harry and how much he has achieved in the past few years. He’s only twenty-four and he already had a debut album that hit #1 world-wide and he acted in a movie just last year. She was proud of him and she made sure Harry knew it every day they either talked on the phone or whenever they had the chance to hang out.

Every once in a while Harry would glance where Y/N was at and smirked at her and went back to looking ahead at the crowds. Y/N’s smiled when the fans put up colored lights up with their phones, creating a rainbow around the entire arena. It was just… beautiful. Harry had the most dedicated fans in the world that all of this probably took them long to set this up with everyone in the arena. Harry appreciated the lights and bowed his head and whispered a ‘thank you’ to himself.

Everything was perfect. Harry, the band and Y/N was singing along the whole time. Right after he sang his last song before he walked towards the little stage, someone behind her bumps into her and she was about to complain to them, but she felt more people pushing and shoving each other as they tried to get close to the barrier. Y/N was nervous and paranoid at the same time. She became breathless as nerves started to consume her as she was worried that she wasn’t going to be able to breath with so much people huddling together trying to catch a glimpse of Harry walking along the corridors. Y/N tried yelling but nothing came out but just a quiet whisper. The girl beside her noticed her struggling to breath as Y/N had her hand on her racing heart. The girl told the girl next to her to yell to the security so they could help Y/N. The security followed suit and tried to get Y/N out as the crowds were still huddled together, this caught Harry’s attention. He went towards the area where Y/N was in and he tried to see what was going on and once he glanced at what was going on he saw Y/N being pulled away from the group and out into the corridor.

“Y/N!” Harry yelled out. He rushed towards Y/N and tried to wake her but she wasn’t waking up. “I need you to help her please! Take her backstage!” Harry yelled out as he addressed it to the two security guards.

The security guards carried her away backstage as Harry followed close behind them leaving behind puzzled fans.

Y/N was breathing slowly. Before the security guards carried her out of the crowd she saw white little stars and everything around her became blurry she didn’t even hear Harry’s voice when he came beside her and ran right behind the security guards with her delicate body in their arms.

**//**

As soon as the security guards rushed Y/N backstage and set her down on a couch, they tried waking her up with a little cotton ball covered with rubbing alcohol. One of the security guards brought up to her nose as Y/N eventually woke up her eyes wandered where she was and she felt at ease when she landed eyes on Harry.

“Harry?” Y/N gasped. Her sights still a little foggy.

“Y/N. Y/N, you fucking scared the shit out of me.” Harry said as he caressed Y/N’s cheek and tried to calm her nerves.

“I’m sorry Harry. I- I don’t know what the hell happened, I jus- I just felt dizzy and I couldn’t breathe because of people pushing each other and huddling together.” Y/N let out, as her eyes now slowly deciphered the place better. Lights started connecting as she started seeing less foggy lights.

“You don’t have nothing to be sorry, love. I’m sorry I put you in the first row. I just thought you wanted to see me better.” Harry was now running his hand through Y/N’s hair and pressed his forehead against hers. “I’m so sorry, love this happened to you.”

Y/N was going to say something back that he shouldn’t be sorry. He didn’t know what was going to happen and neither did she. Y/N has had occurrences like this, but she wasn’t in a situation where she was pushed against so many people. She knew it was a panic attack and she didn’t want to worry Harry more than he already was. She just wanted him to go back on stage and do his job, she didn’t want him to stay here with her and ignore his fans who were probably shocked on what happened.

“I need to stay here with you, Y/N. I can cancel this show and move it up, I have to stay here with you, love.” Harry said as if he heard the exact words in her head a moment ago.

“I want you to go back on stage, Harry. You need to go back to your fans, I promise I’ll be fine here, yeah? Just go out there and perform your ass off, yeah? Can you do that for me?” Y/N spoke her voice was a bit raspy from the lack of energy that she felt. It was now her turn to caress Harry’s cheek, she smiled and mouthed a ‘please’ to him to go back on stage. There was no reaction from him, but she knew that he was thinking how crazy she was for telling him to go back on stage and perform as if nothing ever happened to her.

But he knew she was not stopping from insisting him to go back up. So he did and he kissed Y/N on the forehead and told the security guard to hook up the small television to the cameras that were on so she could see him still. Not in person, but on screen.

Harry didn’t leave the small room before telling Y/N that he loved her. They both smiled to each other and Harry was off running again towards the stage.

**//**

Y/N was sat on the couch watching the small television where Harry was seen and the band. Temporarily the camera would look towards the crowd and then it shot back to Harry. She enjoyed this, she knew it wouldn’t have been the same feeling than physically being in the arena but what could she do? Either way she loved the show, she was recovering from the panic attack she had by drinking lots of water. There were occasions that she would drift off into a little nap and then wake back up still looking at the little television.

Y/N was unsure when the concert ended, she fell asleep during the last half of the show. She woke right up when she felt a gentle nudge from something touching her shoulder and feels someone sits next to her.

“Y/N? Love are you awake?” A voice asks. Y/N wakes up with a deep inhale of air and rubs her eyes to see who was talking to her.

“Harry.” She groggily says. A lazy smile coming along as Harry smiles and reaches over and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Is it over?”

“The show? Yeah. It’s over, love.” Harry says as he rubs up and down on her calf to calm her.

“Sorry. I fell asleep during the last bit.”

Harry laughs and keeps his hand on Y/N’s calf. “Was it that boring of a show? Am I that boring?” Y/N giggles and tries to tickle him with her foot, but failed, Harry caught her foot before she could do anything.

“You weren’t boring, H. I was just tired, that's all.”

“I know, love. I was just messing with ya. But are you feeling better? Any pain?”

Y/N shakes her head and lifts herself up so she could sit properly. “Just tired and hungry. Care to get some pizza?” Y/N suggests. Her eyes were still a bit sleepy.

“Sounds good. But we’re ordering. Do you want some ice cream too?” Harry caressed her face and played with her hair as Y/N smiled at him.

“Yes please.” Y/N said as she set her head on Harry’s shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her small frame and kissed the top of her head.

**//**

“Harry! You’re going to make a mess, love!” Y/N screamed as she watched Harry stand in front of a big fan eating away his ice cream cone.

“Nothing will happen, love.” Harry nonchalantly spoke. He started to eat the ice cream in a weird position, his arms were inches away from his body and ice cream was dripping down his hand.

“Harry!”

“It’s fine, love. We can clean it up later.” He replied back. He continued licking away at his ice cream.

They were in Y/N’s hotel room. Y/N was keen about leaving this hotel room spotless before they leave to go back on the road. But here was Harry being stubborn as ever and eating his ice cream in front of a fan as the ice cream kept streaming down his hands and dripping down onto the floor.

“Harry, you’re going to clean that up, you little twat.” Y/N warned as she pointed at the mess he made on the tiled floor of the kitchen.

Harry nodded his head. “Promise I’ll clean it up, darlin’.” Harry said as he was now washing his sticky hands over the sink. Harry dried up his hands and went towards the couch where Y/N was sitting down watching an episode of Friends.

“Love you, Y/N.” He whispered in Y/N’s ear as she shivered from his breath hitting her skin.

“I love you too, Harry. Thank you for spending time with me. I know you should rest because of another show tomorrow.”

Harry dragged his pointer finger along her cheek and smiled, he stared at her face and stopped to stare at her lips.

“I wanted to, Y/N. You’re no bother.” Harry confessed, his hands doing wonders to her skin as he rubbed soothing circles on her shoulders.

Harry and Y/N spent their night watching episodes of Friends until they started to get sleepy. Harry carried Y/N’s body towards the master bedroom and set her down on the mattress. Y/N asked him if he could take off her shorts for her and he obliged. Once Y/N was comfortable on the bed, Harry took off his shirt and sweats that he put on before they drove to the hotel after the concert.

Harry climbs onto the bed as Y/N’s back is facing him. He lies down and covers himself with the light blanket and looks over Y/N’s back.

“Is this okay?” He whispers and puts a hand on her shoulder.

Y/N turns around to face him and wraps her arms around him. “Yes.” She kisses him on the forehead. “This is okay.” She says and tucks her head in the crook of his neck and inhales his familiar scent that she came to love so much. “I love you, Harry.” She whispers as goosebumps start trickling on Harry’s skin.

“I love you too, my darlin’.”

Harry peppered kisses all over Y/N’s face making her giggle hysterically and Harry smiles from her cute reaction. Y/N does the same and kisses his bare chest where the tattooed swallows are at. They eventually fall asleep as they try to get their sleep so they’re ready for the next upcoming show of her best friend; Harry Styles.

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sincerely-us-imagines · 6 years ago

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It’s all about the money, honey (pt 2) (connor murphy x reader)

alternatively titled “it’s not about the money, honey”

Part 1 is here

I got a lot of good feedback on part 1 so thank you so so so much for that!!

It’s almost 1 am and I have to be up in like 6 hours and there is no way in hell im proofing this tonight lmao

also this is seriously 10 pages long i’m soRRY ITS A LOT

warnings: swearing, a teeny tiny bit of angst, asshole cousins i think thats it? also i tossed in some of my personal hc’s for evan oops

“So does this mean you’re done prostituting yourself out to Murphy?” Jared asked after you told him what went down Friday night.

Evan shot Jared a disproving look.

“I’m not a prostitute, Jared. I was just--”

“Getting paid for the “girlfriend experience” by someone who can’t get laid?” he popped a baby carrot into his mouth. Evan and Jared were the only two who actually knew what was going on between you and Connor. And sometimes you regretted telling the latter. Like right now, for instance.

“I never slept with him, Jared. I never even kissed him. The most I ever did was like, hold his hand.”

“Somehow that’s even more pathetic on his behalf.”

“So what are you going to do now?” Evan asked, ignoring Jared completely.

“I don’t know. He’ll probably make up a story to tell his parents why we broke up.” you tried to sound nonchalant about the entire thing. You barely tolerated each other away from his family, so why did this feel like the end of an actual relationship?

“Uh oh,” Evan said, eyes locked behind you.

“Well speak of the goddamn devil.” Jared laughed.

You turned around to see Connor approaching you from behind. He looked horrible. There were deep purple circles under his eyes and his hair was a frizzy unwashed mess. You pushed down any feeling of pity you had for him as he walked up to you.

“I need to talk to you.” he said.

“Just tell them we broke up. It doesn’t need to be a discussion.”

Evan shifted uncomfortably across from you while Jared watched on, clearly amused.

“I don’t want to-- just. Please, can we talk?”

You sighed and gestured to the seat beside you.

“Fine.”

Connor eyed your friends.

“Away from them?”

You rolled your eyes but picked up your bag nonetheless.

“I’ll see you guys in econ.” you told them, giving a small wave before following Connor to an empty lunch table in the back corner of the cafeteria.

“Look, Y/n, I’m really sorry. You were just trying to play along and do what you thought would be best. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“It’s fine.” you shrugged it off as if it were nothing. As if you totally hadn’t cried yourself to sleep Friday night after you got home, or spent all of Saturday at Evan’s place ranting about it.

“It isn’t. I was an asshole and you didn’t deserve it.”

“Yeah, you really were.” you agreed. His jaw clenched and he took a deep breath. It brought you a small sense of satisfaction to know you got on his nerves.

“If you’re still willing, I want us to keep… doing this,” he gestured between the two of you and took a deep breath, as if what he would say next was going to hurt him.

“And for you to come with me to my cousin’s wedding.”

You blinked at him, a bit taken aback.

“You… You actually want me to go? You can just tell your family I’m busy that day or something.”

“No, I, uh,” he sighed, “I want you to go. I don’t want to be alone with my family.” He looked down and began to pick at his chipped nail polish. “Things, um, they aren’t as bad when you’re there.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

“Aww Connie,” you cooed and poked his cheek, “do you like having me around?”

He flushed pink and swatted your hand away.

“No! You just… don’t always totally suck to be around.”

You put a hand over your chest in an exaggerated manner.

“Oh Con, that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me!”

“Oh shut the fuck up,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes at you, “And don’t call me ‘Con’.”

“If you say so, Lawrence.” you shrugged, smirking.

He only ignored you.

“So we’re cool?” He asked, glancing over at you.

“We are.”

“Okay so the wedding is the 1st of next month. It starts at 3 but it’s like an hour away so i’ll be there at around 12:30 so we’ll have time to get gas and maybe stop and get a drink for the road and still get there a little early.”

“Got it.” You nodded, punching the information into your phone’s calendar.

“Cool.” He stood up to leave but stopped. “Also, uh, do you maybe wanna come over for dinner thursday? My mom said she’ll make that casserole thing you like.”

“They asked me back already?” you were kind of surprised. It was usually every other week you came over.

Connor was quiet for a few seconds while he adjusted the strap on his messenger bag.

“Uh, yeah. They did.” he wasn’t looking at you. “I’ll see you in science, yeah?”

“Of course.” you answered, a little confused by his behavior.

He mumbled a goodbye and headed off, leaving you wondering what the hell was going on with him.

The last couple weeks of the month flew by and the 1st came up sooner than you’d expected. You were ready at 12, having had Evan come over to help you with your hair. He was actually really good at, which was surprising with how bad his hands shake. He said he learned to braid in boy scouts when he was little and used to do his mom’s hair all the time when he was younger. You’d have to ask him is he would do your hair for prom, too.

You wondered if Connor would ask you to prom. Just to appease his parents, of course. It would only make sense for a boyfriend-- a fake boyfriend- to ask his fake girlfriend to their senior prom. It’s all fake, Y/n. you remind yourself. He doesn’t actually care about you like that.

You shook the thoughts from your head and straightened out your outfit, a pretty swing dress with a lace overlay. Connor pulled up at 12:15 and just kind of… sat in the driveway. After watching him from your bedroom window for a couple minutes you went downstairs to say goodbye to your mother (who was quite excited for you to be going on a “date”. And kept giving you that knowing Mom Look) and headed outside towards Connor’s car.

You approached the door and looked inside to see him sitting there, scrolling through his phone. You knocked on the window and he jumped, looking over at the window with wide eyes. He unlocked the door and you climbed in, laughing at him.

“Why were you just sitting in the driveway?” you asked, pulling on your seatbelt

“I was early and I didn’t want to bother you, so I was just going to wait until 12:30 to text you.”

“Since when do you care about bothering me? That’s, like, all you do.” You looked over at Connor to find his eyes fixed on you. You shifted uncomfortably and adjusted your dress.

“Uh, Connor? Is something wrong?”

“Yeah.” You tilted your head in confusion at him. “I mean- no. No, nothing’s wrong.”

He turned back to face forward and put the car in reverse, backing out of your driveway,

“Okay… Well, um, you look really nice.” you told him. And it was the truth. He had his long curls pulled back into a bun, wearing black dress pants and oxfords with a maroon suit jacket over a pink shirt with a tasteful floral print tie. It was a very classic look, but with a fun twist. And it looked great on him.

“Zoe said I look like a bellhop.” he grumbled. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You don’t.” you assured him, “You look really, really handsome, Connor.”

The tips of his ears turned pink at your compliment.

“Thanks. You look okay too, I guess.” he said in a teasing tone.

“Asshole!” you laughed, hitting him lightly on the arm.

“I’m kidding, Christ!” he laughed too. “Really though, you look great.”

“Thank you, Connor.” you smiled and rolled your eyes, trying to fight the heat rising in your cheeks.

Connor pulled into the 7-Eleven down the street from your house, parking beside a pump and turning the car off.

“You want anything?” he asked as he opened the door.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Nothing?”

“No, Connor. Thank you though.”

He shrugged and shut the door and you waited until he was in the building before pulling out your phone and snapping a picture of yourself, sending it to the group chat with Jared and Evan.

Jare-Bear: damn. hot mama.

Ev: you look great!

Ev: you sprayed your hair again before you left right?

You: yes, ev

You: thank you

Jare-Bear: evan ur gay

Ev: only half

Ev: ish

Jare-Bear: whats connor wearing

Jare-Bear: a trenchcoat and bandolier?

Ev: jared, thats not funny

You: can you not be an asshole for like 2 minutes?

You: he looks really good, actually

Ev: think you can get a picture with him?

Jare-Bear: why? So u can have material to jack off to both murphy siblings

Ev: shut the hell up

You glanced up from your phone to see Connor walking back towards the car with a plastic bag.

You: gtg

You: message you guys later <3

Ev: okay have fun!

Jare-Bare: use condoms

You stuff your phone in your purse and watch Connor leans against the car as he pumps the gas. He tugs the little curls at the nape of his neck, the ones that wouldn’t fit into the bun, twisting them around his finger and letting them spring free. A nervous habit, you assume. A replacement for his usual compulsion of running his hand through his hair, probably. Why do you know that? That’s so weird that you like, consciously recognize that. What the hell--

The nozzle clicks and you quickly turn to look straight ahead, pretending like you hadn’t just been analyzing his behavior.

He opened the door and folded himself into the driver’s seat, starting up the car. Once getting situated, he opened the center console and pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer, squirting a few pumps into his hands and rubbing them together.

“What?” he asked when he realized you were looking at him.

“Nothing.”

“Do you have any idea how dirty gas pumps are?”

“I don’t suppose I do.”

“Well, they’re fucking filthy.”

“I believe you.” you couldn’t help the amused grin spreading across your face.

“Then what’s so goddamn funny?” he was pretending to be angry, but you could tell he was fighting back a smile.

“You’re just so…” Please don’t say it. Don’t fucking say it, y/n.

“I’m so…?”

Cute. You’re fucking cute, Connor, okay? Everything you’ve done today has been unbearably adorable and I can’t stand it.

“We should go.” you say instead, glancing at the clock on the dashboard.

He eyed you suspiciously but didn’t say anything.

“Okay, but first,” he dug around in the plastic bag and handed you a bottle of water and a pack of M&M’s. You looked down at them and then back up at him.

“I know you said you didn’t want anything but I thought since it’s kind of a long drive you might… y’know, change your mind or something.” his voice suddenly changed from it’s half bashful tone to something a little stronger, but still light. “And I’m not about to pull over for you to go get a snack or some shit. So really it’s in my best interest, y’know. Just so I don’t have to hear you whine.”

“Sure.” you smile, taking a sip of water

“Whatever.” there’s a ghost of a smile on his lips as he pulls out onto the road.

“Thank you, Connor. Really.”

Connor turns on the radio in favor of answering you.

Connor pulls into the parking lot of a rather large synagogue roughly an hour later. He finds a parking spot near his parents’ SUV.

“Holy shit,” you say, getting out of the car and admiring the architecture of the building. Connor snorted as he rounded the car to come get you.

“Oh, oops.” you covered your mouth, realizing what you’d just said.

“You are such a dork.” Connor smiled, holding his arm out for you to take.

“Shut up.” you laughed, nudging him.

Inside the synagogue you met up with Cynthia, Larry, Zoe, and their grandmother, who greeted you both with a big hug and kiss. and found your seats. You talked easily to Connor and Zoe until more people began filing in, filling up the pews. The ceremony was simple yet beautiful, and the bride’s dress was utterly breathtaking. You didn’t know them, sure, but you did tear up a bit (which made Connor smirk and poke you in the side).

After the ceremony and before the reception, Connor, after being instructed to by his parents, bashfully introduced you to some of his other family, all of whom commented on either how well Connor did or how beautiful you were. Except for one cousin.

He seemed to be a few years younger than you, maybe 15 or so. Connor immediately tensed when he saw him approach. He looked over towards his parents, almost like a scared kid would, but they were too wrapped up in a conversation with some third time removed somebody to even notice.

“Hey, hey! Larry Junior! How’s it going?” the kid said, clapping a hand over Connor’s shoulder.

“Don’t call me that.” Connor said, glaring at him, and taking a step back to escape his cousin’s grasp.

The kid put his hands up in mock-surrender.

“No need for aggression, buddy. Don’t need a repeat of your 6th grade summer, do we?”

You glanced up at Connor in confusion.

“Oh he didn’t tell you?” the kid continued, “He had to go to, what was it called, Connor?”

“You need to shut up. Now.” Connor growled.

Connor was at least a head taller than this kid, and one of the most intimidating people you’d ever met. Why wasn’t he scared?

“Oh yeah!” the kid snapped, “”Behavioral Correction Camp”! He didn’t tell you that, did he?”

You stayed quiet, chewing on the inside of your mouth anxiously.

“Anyway,” he continued after getting no response for you, “how long have you been dating this charming cousin of mine?”

“Three and a half months.” you said, grabbing Connor’s hand protectively.

“And what exactly are you doing with him?”

“What?”

“Why are you with him? We thought Connor would never get a girlfriend. He was such a problem child, freaked out over every little thing, threw tantrums.” the kid laughed a little, “Hell, the reason he had to go to Batshit Crazy Camp was because he beat the shit out of me when we were younger, isn’t that right?”

Connor was absolutely fuming. You could feel his hand shaking in yours. His jaw was clenched so tight it was a wonder his teeth didn’t just shatter. He was using a lot of self control right now, that much was evident.

“You wanna know why I’m with him?” you asked, squeezing Connor’s hand tighter, “Not that I owe you any kind of answer. I’m with him because he’s sweet and thoughtful. He cares about me and my feelings and my wellbeing. He’s got a great sense of humor and he gets me. He makes me feel like no one else can. He can be gentle despite everything he’s been through, despite what people like you say to him, and he admits when he’s wrong and he’s trying. He tries so hard to be a good person. And he is a good person. And that’s a lot more than I can say about you.” You didn’t realize you were crying until you finished talking. You wiped your eyes on the back of your free hand before tugging him towards the big wooden doors out to the parking lot.

“The reception is in half an hour, you two! We’ll meet you there!” you hear Cynthia shout cheerfully as you leave the building.

You walked to the car, not letting go of Connor’s hand until it was absolutely necessary.

Once inside, you pulled down the visor and looked in the mirror, wiping at your eyes with a napkin from your purse, doing your best not to smear your makeup. You took a swallow of water from the bottle he bought you earlier before taking a calming breath.

“I’m sorry.” you told him, shaking your head. “I-I didn’t mean to--”

“Y/n, shh. He grabbed your hand and laced his fingers through yours. “Thank you. For saying all that. You didn’t have to do that.”

“What was I supposed to do? Just stand there and let him insult you? Connor, you’re my--” you cut yourself off. He wasn’t your boyfriend. He wasn’t really your friend, either. That doesn’t mean what you said wasn’t true, though. “I care about you.” you finished, looking out the window.

“I care about you too.”

“Shut up.” you smiled, not looking at him.

“Wanna head towards the hotel for the reception?” Connor asked, removing his hand from yours. You nodded and he put the car in gear.

You pulled out your phone and opened your group chat.

You: shit you guys

You: this is bad

Ev: ????

Jare-Bear: did he hurt you

You: no

You: i think i like him

Ev: really?

Ev: like, LIKE like?

Jare-Bear: gay

Ev: hey jared?

Jare-Bear: ya

Ev: shut up

Ev: for once in your life

You: yeah

You: i think so

Jare-Bear: i thought you had better taste than that

You: shut up

Ev: shut up

Ev: just be happy for her

Ev: unless youre about to like

Ev: profess your undying love for her

Ev: then its really not your business

You: thank you ev <3

Jare-Bear: i think shes just in denial u know

Jare-Bear: using murphy as a distraction from her lifelong crush on me

Jare-Bear: its okay u can tell me

You: lmao

Jare-Bear: rude

You: thats me

You put your phone on silent so it wouldn’t constantly buzz with Jared and Evan’s inevitable bickering.

“You want something to drink?” Connor shouted over the music. The reception turned out to be one hell of a party. There was tons of food and drinks, flashing lights and balloons and streamers and a massive dance floor, and it was loud. Really loud. It was kind of like prom, but with a lot of old people.

You nodded and gave him a thumbs up in confirmation. He got up and wandered off towards the far wall where the refreshments were.

You made small talk with Zoe until he came back.

He handed you a clear plastic cup full of what you assumed to be sparkling cider, and clinked his own against it in a toast. You smiled and took a sip. You froze, eying him as you swallowed.

“Connor,” you said slowly, “Is this alcohol?”

“Yup.” he grinned, taking a big swallow from him own cup. You didn’t bother asking questions. You didn’t really care how he got it.

You laughed and talked about nothing in particular for a while.

“Oh, I like this song.” you commented absently as the first few notes played over the speakers. Connor stood up pulled off his jacket, laying over the back of the chair, and held his hand out.

“Dance with me?” he asked.

“What?” you almost laughed.

“Will you dance with me?”

“I don’t know how.” you admitted.

“I’ll show you.”

“You can dance?”

“Is that so surprising?” he feigned offense.

“I mean, yeah.” you laughed.

“Just come on, jerk.”

He took your hand and lead you towards the center of the dance floor.

“Okay, now put your hand here.” he placed your hand on his shoulder. “And I put mine here.” He rested his hand over your hip and you felt heat rise in your cheeks.

“And then we just,” he began stepping in a simple pattern. You picked up quickly and were able to keep up, only stepping on his toes a few times. It got easier with each song.

A slower paced oldies song came on and you laughed as he spun you around out of tune with the song, the skirt of your dress flaring out in a big circle around you. You came to a halt in front of him, stumbling a bit as you regained your balance. He held tight to your waist to keep you upright. A wide, crooked smile was stretched across his angular face as he looked down at you. You couldn’t help but smile back. He continued to sway you to the beat of the music.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight. You really didn’t--”

“Hush.” you smiled. “I’m having fun.”

“I am too.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder and he snaked his arm from your hip to your lower back.

“Oh!” you said, pulling back after a couple of minutes. “I told Evan I’d send him a picture of us together. Is that okay?”

“Oh. Uh, yeah. Sure.”

You hurried back over to the table and grabbed your phone, ignoring the flood of messages from Jared and Evan arguing, and opened up your camera. You took different pictures and chose a random one to send to Evan and Jared and promptly shoved your phone back in your bag.

You stayed a couple more hours, dancing and eating and having a good time with Connor, before you decided it was probably time to go home.

“Hey, Y/n. Come on, wake up.” Connor was shaking you gently.

“What?” you yawned, sitting up straight. “Oh god my neck hurts like a bitch,” you groaned, massaging the aforementioned area.

“Yeah, I bet. You fell asleep with it at like a 90 degree angle.”

“Ugh… wait. I slept the entire way home?”

“Yup. And you snored too.”

“I did not!” you gasped.

“Totally did.” he laughed, nodding. “Full on sawing logs over there.”

“Shut up oh my God.” you rubbed sleepily at your eyes, forgetting all about your makeup. “What time is it?” another yawn forced its way out of your mouth.

“Half past one.”

“In the morning?!”

“No, it’s just after lunch, Y/n.” Connor replied sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes and stretched out, grabbing your bag from the floorboard.

“Can I walk you up?” Connor asked. You nodded.

He walked around to your side of the car and opened the door for you. Your heels made you a bit unsteady on your feet, having just woken up, so Connor looped his arm around your waist as he walked you to your front door.

You began digging through you bag for your keys, swearing under your breath at the ungodly amount of junk in your bag.

When you successfully found them and looked back up Connor was holding at least half a dozen twenties.

“No.” you shook your head, pushing the money away.

“Y/n-”

“No, Connor. I don’t want you to pay me.”

“We had a deal, Y/n.”

“Please, Connor, I’m too tired to argue. I had an amazing time with you today. I don’t need your money; it was my pleasure. Really.”

Connor hesitated before putting the money back in his wallet, still looking unsure.

“I, um. I don’t want you to pay me anymore.” you told him. “When we hang out. I… I like just being with you. If you want me to keep being your fake girlfriend or whatever around your family, that’s fine but… I don’t want you to give me money for it. I meant what I said to your cousin.”

Connor stared at you for a moment before speaking.

“I don’t want you to be my fake girlfriend anymore.”

Oh. That’s okay, Y/n. It’s fine. You freaked him out by saying that and he has literally no obligation to stay around you if he doesn’t want to.

“That, um, that’s fine. It’s totally your decision. Uh, whatever you wanna tell your parents happened is fine just-”

“I don’t want you to be my fake girlfriend.” Connor interrupted, grabbing your hand. “Maybe I could take you out next weekend? Like on a real date?”

Your stomach fluttered and you nodded a bit too fast.

“Yes! Yes I… yes. That would be amazing. I-I’d really really like that.”

“Okay.” he grinned.

“Okay.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah.”

“I should, uh, I should get home.” he gestured with his thumb at his car.

“Yeah, totally.” you couldn’t wipe the dopey grin off your face.

Connor headed to his car and you began to unlock the front door.

“Oh!” he called just before you stepped inside, “Can you send me those pictures?”

You nodded and he gave a thumbs up.

You snuck inside as quietly as you could, creeping into your room and shutting the door softly. You stripped off your dress and hung it up before pulling on a big t-shirt to sleep in and using a makeup wipe in a half-assed attempt to wash your face. You were too tired to go all the way across the hall to the bathroom. Your skin would give you hell, yeah, but that’s a problem for future you. So is the rat’s nest your hair will be when you wake up in the morning without brushing it out but you really couldn’t be bothered right now.

You climbed under your covers and unlocked your phone, seeing messages Jared and Evan had sent in response to the pitcture.

Jare-Bear: shit dude

Jare-Bear: hes got it bad for u

Ev: he really does

Ev: look at the way he’s looking at you

You tapped the picture to make it bigger. You were smiling at the camera, head tilted slightly to the side, while Connor watched you with soft eyes and a gentle smile. He looked happy just being there beside you.

You forwarded the picture to Connor and sent a quick goodnight message before settling into your bed, smiling even as you drifted off to sleep.

#connor murphy imagine #Connor Murphy x Reader #dear evan hansen #connor murphy #this is so long i'm so sorry #also i have no clue how to end anything ever #i might do a little tiny follow up thing for this also

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joaquinwhorres · 7 years ago

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Dangerous (Steve Harrington x Mayfield!Reader)

Summary: Ever since you were little, people tended to underestimate just how badass you were. You never expected that moving to Hawkins, Indiana would be the thing to convince people that you were more than just a pretty face. Read the sequel. And the final installment.

Request:hello lovely!! first off just wanted to say i love all your stories, they're so well written and just wonderful to read. i was wondering if u would pls be able to write a steve fic and the reader is max's older sister but she's super feminine and always wears really cool outfits that r a bit impractical and steve kind of undermines her because of that but she is actually such a badass and max tries to tell everyone but they dont rly buy it until she idk saves from a demogorgon or?? up to u xxx also ( i just sent u a request about a mayfield!reader) and the idea kind of came to me because i feel like often times badass and strong and independent female characters cant also be feminine and girly you know??? anyway feel free if u want to write it like obvs u dont have to (can u tell i have never requested a fic before lmao) to do whatever i trust u and ur capabilities haha xxxx

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Mayfield!Reader (Friends)

Word Count: 5,005

Author's Note: This one stumped me. I can usually sit down and write in one or two sittings. But I kept coming back and chipping away at this one. Many thanks to @hargroovin for looking over this and making sure it was ready for posting. Hopefully, Sweet Requester, you like it.

Warnings: Language. Some minor violence at the end.

Whenever she was asked about her two daughters, your mother liked to launch into a pair of stories to describe you. At this point, it was almost a performance piece, what with the way she had nailed down the timing and the intonations and the facial expressions she would use at certain points. She had given the monologue so many times that you could clearly visualize it in your head, and pretty soon, you'd be able to take over for her.

She would start with a story about Max.

"Maxine is my youngest. You've probably seen her on her skateboard, zooming around town." (The skateboard was a relatively new addition to the story within the past four years. Before that it was roller skates, and before that she was simply running.)

"She's always been like that–always on the move, can't stay still for more than fifteen seconds. I swear," here your mother would lay a hand over her heart, "she goes by Max because she doesn't want to stick around long enough for the second half of her name." This would be followed by polite laughter and maybe some nodding. "You know, that reminds me of this one story. When Max was about seven and a half months old, she went missing. One morning I came into her room to check in on her since she had usually woken me up by then, and she was gone. I ran back to Jerry and woke him up in a panic, and he said that he had woken up in the middle of the night to check on her but he had put her back in the crib and she was fine. Anyway, we ran out into the hallway calling for her, hoping she would make some sound, and then all of the sudden we heard these little footsteps and I looked up to see Max toddling out of Y/N's room. Seven and a half month's old and she was walking! Independently!" There would be gasps here and some form of "No."

"I swear," your mother would hold up a hand. "She walked straight towards me and threw her little hands up at me to be picked up since I could walk much faster." She would drop her hand and lean back in her seat with a smile. "After that our house constantly looked as if it'd been hit by an earthquake." Your mother and the other person would laugh politely.

"Seems like you've got a little trouble maker on your hands," the person would inevitably say.

"Ohhhh, yes, but Maxine's the least of my problems." Your mother would look at you in your pink dress with white stockings and Mary Janes (or, as you got older, your floral leggings, frilly sweater, and oversized blazer). "Y/N is the dangerous one."

"I'm sure that's not true," the other person would shoot you a smile, pinching a dimpled cheek or tugging on a braid or patting your knee. Then they would cast a dubious look at Max with her mop of wildly curly red hair and consider the fact that she had not been still for a single moment since they entered this conversation with your mother while you sat quietly by her side, legs neatly crossed.

"Don't let her looks deceive you," your mother would shake her head. "Let me tell you about this one time, Y/N was six years old at the time, so that would make Max about two. I had just gotten back from food shopping, and the neighbor who was watching them told me that the girls were playing in Y/N's room and that they had been well behaved and she hadn't heard a peep out of them. Well, of course, it's never a good sign when my girls are quiet, so I beelined straight for Y/N's room. And I found them," at this point she was digging through her purse. Of course, this was for show. The picture was tucked safely away in an inside pocket, and she would produce it with a small, triumphant "Aha!" and hand it to the other person.

In the picture, you and Max were sitting on the floor next to your bed. Next to you, three nail polish containers were pouring out various shades of pink onto the carpet. Your mother's make up bag sat in between you, but it had to have been completely empty as every form of make up, brush, and beauty tool was scattered around the two of you. For your part, you were grinning up at your mother, pink cheeked with bright red lips and what looked like almost a lipstick mustache because of how poorly you applied it. You had smudged heaps of purple eyeshadow onto your eyelids, reaching up to your eyebrows. Pinched between your dark pink and light pink little nails was your mother's mascara wand. Across from you, Max was gaping open mouthed at your mother, her lips a similar bright red, but the entire left side of her face was pink and she had green eyeshadow which was delicately blended in with her fair eyebrows. Except, her right eye had dark black smudges across it from where you tried to apply mascara. In her hair, you had had clipped about a half dozen of your mom's curlers.

Reactions ranged from a simple "Oh my!" and stifled giggle to laughing so hard tears fell from their eyes.

"For the life of me, I don't know how she convinced Max to sit still for that long. Or how either of them the reached my make up bag on top of my dresser," your mother would laugh, taking back the picture and zipping it up into its pockets. "But those are my girls for you."

You may have aged twelve years and moved across the country, but you had to admit, the story was still classic you.

After all, you woke up every day an hour earlier than you had to just so you could do your make up and coax your hair into the perfect side pony. And you needed at least 30 minutes to play around with your wardrobe to make sure you had a unique outfit to wear that day. There were 365 days in a year, and you refused to wear the same exact outfit on any single one of them.

Ok, so at around day 300 you had to start getting creative with what counted as the same and what didn't, but the fact remained that you did not repeat outfits. And it wasn't like you had thirty different shirts or forty pairs of pants. Your wardrobe was reasonable. You just had a knack for pairing things that other people may not have considered and what your mother deemed "a natural talent at accessorizing."

Today for instance, you had tied a neon blue bow into your hair (in addition to your black sequined scrunchy), stacked about thirty five jelly bracelets up your arm, and secured yourself into your clothes with two belts.

You were looking totally glam. You had to be. It was the first day at your new school.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Billy asked looking over at you from his eggs. You rolled your eyes and flipped him off, lifting your spoon to your mouth.

"Why do you care?" Max glared at him over her cereal.

"It's fine, Max," you murmured.

"I have to be seen with you getting out of my car," Billy's lip curled as he looked over at you again. "You should change."

Max opened up her mouth to say something, but was cut off.

"Who needs to change?" your mother asked, lightly, breezing back into the kitchen from the bathroom.

"Billy was worried about his denim on denim look," you looked up at your mom, shooting a brief, tight lipped, smile. "I told him it's very fashion forward."

"I think you all look great." Your mother bent down and kissed your temple. "Thank you," she whispered in your ear. You just shot another tight lipped smile at Billy.

She moved around the table and kissed Max's head. You guess based on Max's scowl what she whispered—be nice.

Your mother continued around the table and stopped behind Billy, hovering for a second. She patted his shoulder lightly, and Billy's whole body tenses up, his knuckles going white on his grip on his fork. Your mother walked away, but Billy didn't relax. He glared over at you.

"You should probably head out soon," your mother advised. "Don't want to be late to your first day."

Billy shoveled the rest of his eggs into his mouth and then shoved away from the table.

"Your plate, Billy," your mother lightly reminded.

Billy paused, plastering on a smile so fake you wouldn't see it on a Barbie. "Sorry, Susan." His words were a wooden sort of cheery. Billy walked back over, scooping his plate up from the table and dropping it in the sink where it let out a loud clattering sound.

Max muttered something under her breath, and you saved yours, settling for rolling your eyes.

"Thank you, Billy," your mother's voice was at a whisper. Your stomach tightened and your fingernails dug into your hand.

Max looked over at you before standing up and stacking your plate on top of hers, gently placing them both onto Billy's, as the front door banged open, Billy walking out to his car.

"Bye Mom," Max said quietly, following Billy out.

"Bye Mom," you echoed, stopping by her and planting a kiss on her cheek before leaving to go to school.

The first thing you noticed about Hawkins High School was all of the jeans.

The second thing you noticed was all of the sweaters.

At least in California there's been a mix of bad fashion. You'd had the kids who insisted on neon spandex. All. The. Time. And the punk kids. And yeah there were also jeans and t-shirts kids, but at least they had cool slogans.

The kids in Hawkins looked at you, casting derisive and surprised looks. You ignored them, searching the halls for cute boys or a girl who was also familiar with the color pink. Whichever came first.

Your eyes landed on an attractive boy. He was tall and relatively well dressed in the grand scheme of Hawkins. For one thing, he was definitely pulling off the sunglasses indoors thing, and his hair. His hair was killer.

"Hi, excuse me," you asked, pitching your voice even higher than normal. It was the unspoken way of signaling that you meant no harm, wouldn't be asking if you had someone else to ask, but yes, you were open to being friends.

"Uh," the boy looked over at you, giving you a once over. "Hi."

"Do you know where Mr. Roth's class is? I'm new and can't quite figure my way out around the school."

"Yeah, it's down by Kramer," the boy said, gesturing vaguely down the hall. You had a sinking feeling you'd chosen an attractive asshole rather than the chivalrous attractive.

"And Kramer is...." you trailed off, your voice rising a little bit, edging closer to the "Danger Tone" as Max called it.

"Down the hall, second left. It's one of the doors on the right hand side," he sighed. He looked over at you as you blinked. "Get any of that?"

You gave him your signature tight lipped smile and nodded. Watching as he widened his eyes and sucked in a breath, shaking his head as he turned away.

You wished you could tell him exactly what you thought of him in that moment. But instead you stood there gaping as he walked away. You wished Max was here. She'd have the words to match your one finger raised high.

You saw the attractive asshole again at lunch. You had squeaked when the lunch lady scooped sludge on your tray, earning looks from everyone in line. The Asshole was a few people ahead of you in line and at your sound had looked back at you. His eyes met yours and he scoffed, rolling his eyes. In the back of your mind a small plan formed to trip next to his seat and spill your sludge all over. But as you watched him walk away and sit next to the one girl who had bothered to be nice to you today and help you catch up in math, you decided to give him a pass.

"What the fuck happened to my car?" Billy asked staring at his Camaro. On the driver's side door was a long thin scratch.

You looked over at it as you walked around to the passenger side door. "Piss someone off already, Billy?" you asked in a sweet voice. His eyes shot to you, his gaze darkening.

"You fuckin' bitch," he growled.

"Every time she's been near this car, it's been right behind you. Don't you think you would have seen her key your car?" Max asked, opening the back seat door and climbing in. You followed suit, both of you slamming your doors shut at the same time.

Billy weighed this and decided he was attentive enough that he would have noticed. He wasn't because he didn't.

He hadn't said one word to you when you got out of his car that morning, walked around the back under the guise of letting Max out, and then took out your house key and run it along the side of the car. How he hadn't heard was beyond you. The mullet must have muffled it. Oh well.

You had decided you did like Hawkins ok. Not as much as your siblings, though. Max seemed to be taking to it fairly well. At first she practically lived at the arcade, but eventually she made friends and even met up with them to go trick or treating. And Billy. Billy had been dubbed the fucking king at that party. It had taken you close to two hours to find any cute boys willing to dance with you. And you had thought your fairy outfit was appropriately sexy meets the Indiana cold. And while word had gotten around that you were a talented kisser and that you had made your debut kissing the popular Todd Collins, you were finally welcomed into a semi-popular group. After several shopping trips and three sleepovers, you convinced your newfound friends of the fun of nail polish and glory of leggings. They had a road ahead of them, but progress.

The most surprising turn was that you and Billy had a common enemy: Steve Harrington. The attractive asshole. Although it was probably more accurate to say that you and Steve had a common antagonist in Billy. Or maybe the boys had a shared distaste of you. Whatever it was, the three of you didn't like each other and you found yourself occasionally admiring the jabs Steve made at Billy's expense and hearing about how Billy had thrown Steve on his ass.

But while you, Max, and Billy had all made friends, none of you expected to hear the doorbell ring on a Friday after school.

As you were currently shut up in your room painting your nails, and Billy was playing macho-man, lifting weights in the front of the house, You elected to have him answer it.

"Max are you getting that, or what?" Billy shouted out. You should have expected as much. You rolled your eyes taking a deep breath in.

"OK!" Max answered, and you breathed out in relief, thankful for your little sister. You still had three nails left.

The doorbell rang again. Five more times.

"I swear to God, Max!" Billy shouted, and you heard Max storm out of her room, and the doorbell stopped.

You had finished up the last of your nails before Max came back in. You could hear a brief exchange between her and Billy before Max slammed back into her room. You got up from your desk chair, slipping out of your room and knocking on Max's door twice before going in.

"Max!" you gasped, looking at your wide-eyed little sister who was half way in her room and half way out the window.

"Y/N!" Max answered in an equally shocked voice. Her eyes darted over your shoulder. "Close the door!" she hissed.

You hurried into the room, pushing the door shut behind you.

"What—Where—" you stuttered, as Max remained frozen. "Get out of the window!" you finally settled. She acquiesced.

"Max?" A boy's voice drifted up through the open window. Max's eyes grew even wider. She looked as if she's just been caught stealing your mother's car keys.

"Who is that Max?" you asked, lowly. You had a sinking feeling you knew as you crossed to the window.

Lucas Sinclair.

His eyes grew as wide as Max's as he looked up at you.

You turned to Max. "You know I'm a sucker for a good romantic cliche, Max, but are you serious right now?"

"It's not romantic," Max mumbled, her face flushing.

"Look, it's a matter of life or death!" Lucas called up.

"Shhhhh," you hissed. "If Billy hears you, we're all in trouble."

"If it's not romantic, why are you sneaking out your window?"

"He said he has proof that there's some sort of alternate dimension and creepy conspiracy in town," Max looked up at you.

You blanched.

"Max!" Lucas cried out, and you both hushed him.

"Look, you are not sneaking out on your own to hunt down conspiracies about alternate dimensions," you shook your head.

"Y/N," Max started, pleading.

"I'm coming with you," you announced. Max lit up.

"No way," Lucas shook his head. You looked down at him and could see it in the way he looked at your neon pink shirt and thick belt with an admittedly clunky belt buckle. You huffed in a breath.

"Please," Max scoffed. "If you're telling the truth, we need my sister. She's the most bad ass person in this town." You shot a half smile at her and she returned it.

"Fine, just come on. We have to go!" This boy was one antsy little sucker.

"Max, go with him. I'll grab my skates."

It was surprisingly easy to sneak out of the house. All you had to do was walk straight out the door and tell him Dana was here and you were going shopping.

He hardly even looked up to notice you were walking out of the house with your backpack on.

It had been slightly harder to keep up with Lucas Sinclair on your way to the mystery destination because that boy could pedal.

The three of you stopped at the top of a hill, leading to a junk yard. Below you saw a small boy with a red, white, and blue hat and…

"Shit," you swore as Lucas called out to his friends. Max looked up at you, and pulled a face as if you were crazy. "It's the asshole," you muttered to her, as she turned back to look with you at Steve Harrington. You descended down the hill, trailing behind Lucas and Max as you came up to the boys. Hat-boy was looking between Lucas and Max with a mixture of shock and disappointment. It was a look you were all too familiar with, and your heart went out to him.

Even if he was hanging out with the likes of Steve Harrington.

"What are you doing here?" Steve asked, looking at you skeptically. He crossed his arms, and you matched him. You noticed the Hat-boy pulling Lucas away behind a car.

"I'm here to make sure nothing happens to my sister," you bit back.

"What afraid she'll break a nail?" Steve asked with a smug little smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes.

"Please, only time Y/N's ever broken a nail is when she had to climb out of the window to–" You shot a look at Max, cutting her off.

"That's a story I want to hear more of," Steve encouraged.

"What are we doing here?" you ignored him, casting a look around the junkyard. "And what does it have to do with conspiracies and alternate dimensions."

"Apparently there's a cat-eating space lizard on the loose." Steve's hands moved to his hips as if he was some sort of demented super hero. "And it's up to us to stop it."

You snorted. "Yeah, ok. How do we do that?"

"Pile up as much as you can to fortify the bus," Steve jerked his head towards a large old rusted bus. "Once night comes, hopefully that thing will be lured out to the meat pile, we set it on fire from the safety of the bus, and Hawkins is saved. Easy. Well, except for the heavy lifting."

"I think I can manage." You rolled your eyes, pulling off your skates and exchanging them with the sneakers you had stashed in your backpack.

"Not afraid of getting a little dirt under your nails. Maybe messing up your outfit?" Steve poked, smiling.

You glared up at him from where you were tying your shoes. You stood up, stepping closer to him. "What's your fucking problem?"

Max's eyes widened and she backed up, turning to start the work on the bus.

"No problem," Steve shook his head, holding his hands up defensively.

"Than cut the commentary. I dress well. I like pink. I'm a girl, and I really like being a girl, ok?" Your voice was firmly in the Danger Tone.

"Yeah, I noticed. Everyone in Hawkins High notices you prancing around in your little outfits expecting people to go out of their way to help the princess," Steve scoffed, shaking his head. "It's bullshit," he muttered.

"That accusation is bullshit," you shot back, pulling in deep breaths. They were supposed to calm you. They didn't.

"Oh is it?" Steve asked, stepping closer to you. "You pulled that little stunt on me. First time I met you."

"You think I was—" you stopped yourself, shaking your head. "I was trying to make friends, you dickhead!"

"You know what," Steve made made a sweeping motion with his hands. "Let's just stop talking and work in silence."

"Fine," you bit back.

"Good," he nodded.

You stormed away from Steve, going to hunt down things you could use to fortify the bus. You had only made it a few yards, so you could hear Max perfectly clearly when she walked by Steve and paused next to him:

"Don't make her mad," your sister warned. "She gets dangerous."

You smiled to yourself, and finding a thin but solid looking pipe, you picked it up and stashed it on the bus. Just in case.

The five of you crowded onto the bus as the sun fell, Steve insisting he be the last one on to close and block up the door. Quickly thereafter, Lucas had offered to go up to the bus' roof and keep watch, and after a brief exchange with Dustin (that was Hat-boy's name apparently), in which you had almost stepped in to tell the little sucker off, your sister had gone up to join him. Leaving you alone with Steve Harrington who was flicking a lighter open and closed, and Dustin, who was pouting.

A blood curdling howl echoed outside the bus, and you nearly jumped out of your skin, letting out a small squeak.

Steve turned to you, eyebrow raised. "Easy, princess," he said, pushing himself up off the floor and looking out the window. You flicked him off even though both he and Dustin had their noses pressed up against the glass. You walked over to stand next to Dustin, peering out the bus' window.

There was nothing but mist. "This is really creepy," you murmured, and the boys, thankfully, ignored you.

"You see him?"

"No."

You could feel a bitter taste it he back of your throat. The same taste you got in your mouth when your mom sat you down after a particularly bad fight with your dad.

"Lucas, what's going on?" Dustin shouted next to your ear, and you flinched away, shooting him a glare. He probably couldn't see it in the dark.

"Hold on!" Lucas called back down. You waited one second. Two seconds Three– "I've got eyes. 10 o'clock. 10 o'clock!" his voice squeaked.

"There," Steve said, and your eyes followed his gaze.

Out of the mist crept a creature about the size of a dog. And that was where the similarities to any animal you'd ever seen before in your life ended.

It had no face. Just a hole which it inhaled the raw meat into.

The skin was odd, and it seemed more like it should be a frog's skin than a dog's even though it was clearly muscular.

"Eww," you murmured, unable to take your eyes off of it. Steve and Dustin snorted at you.

"What's he doing?" Dustin wondered.

"I don't know," Steve answered. Suddenly you wanted Max right by your side.

"He's not taking the bait. Why's he not taking the bait?" Steve's voice was frustratingly calm, even when his words weren't.

"Maybe he's not hungry," Dustin posed.

"Maybe the menu's not to his tastes," you joked. And then a thought hit you. Maybe the menu wasn't to his tastes. He ate cat. He ate cow. Maybe he was looking for something less hairy. Less tough. A little prettier. You bent over and picked up Steve's nail ridden bat.

"Woah, woah, woah, what do you think you're doing?" Steve asked, turning and grabbing your wrist.

"I'm expanding the menu," you replied, flippantly, attempting to yank your wrist back, but Steve's grip was too strong.

"Yeah, I don't think so. You'll get hurt," Steve pulled the bat from your grasp and released you.

"And what? You won't? Pretty sure neither of us are particularly prepared to go up against some gross space dog."

"It's not a space dog, it's interdimensional," Dustin corrected. Another howl echoed out and Steve looked out of the bus at the dog.

"You're staying here," Steve ordered, "Just, get ready." He tossed the lighter to you and left the bus.

Asshole.

"What's he doing?" Max asked, joining you and Dustin by the window. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Expanding the menu," Dustin murmured, stealing your joke. You shot another glare at him, and this time he had the decency to duck his head.

"Steve! Watch out!" Lucas' voice called from the top of the bus. You heard Steve call back a reply when a movement caught your eye, and your breath caught in your throat.

"3 o'clock! 3 o'clock!" Lucas squeaked out and you noticed as more interdimensional dogs crept closer to Steve. And then one lunged, and you gasped out, pulling away from the window as Steve swung his bat and flung himself over the hood of an old car. Dustin ran to the bus' door, pushing past you and screaming for Steve

"Abort! Abort! Steve, hurry!"

Steve was running back towards the bus and those things were hot on his tail, and even though he was an asshole, you couldn't help but scream for him to "RUN FASTER DICKHEAD!" Steve scrambled back onto the bus, pulling the doors closed, and then you heard glass shattering and you were screaming and Max was screaming. Lucas had climbed back down. You don't remember when that happened, but the three kids huddled by the ladder and away from the door. Good. Something hit the back of the bus, and a mouth snapped in. You pushed the kids out of your way, picking the pipe up from under the seat, and swung it, a nasty crack emitting from where you whacked the thing on the head. It pulled back.

The bus shook and then slowly, heavy footprints echoed down from the roof of the bus. You looked up and saw Max standing their wide-eyed looking up at the gaping hole in your fortifications. You flung yourself forward, scrambling up the ladder, pipe in hand.

"Y/N, no!" Max cried, but Lucas pulled her back, and Steve had just turned his head when you were already halfway up. The dog like creature hovered over you, opening its mouth, and a totally inappropriate thought entered your mind— aside from all of the teeth it looked a little bit like a flower.

"Y/N!" Steve called out to you, but you had already thrust your hand and pipe forward into its mouth and up, and the creature let out a screech as you pulled the pipe back, the end now wet. You shoved it forward again at the creature which was somehow still moving and then another howl echoed out and it turned its head, your pipe knocking into it and shoving the creature back a few steps. It scampered off and you remained, one hand gripping tight to the other and the other still holding the pipe high.

"Holy shit," Dustin swore, looking up at you.

"You took a few shaky steps down the ladder and turned to face the group, lowering the pipe.

"When the hell did you pick up a pipe?" Steve was looking at you wide-eyed, and you shook your head, brushing some hair that had fallen out of your ponytail back behind your ear.

You pushed over to the window and the group parted, letting you go. "We should follow them," you said. "Who knows what'll happen if they're heading into town." There was a general murmuring of assent as the group of you hurried off of the bus. Steve moved to the front of the kids, and you joined him, walking side by side: him walking with his bat sticking out of his backpack, and you with your pipe sticking out of yours.

He looked over to you as you passed the pile of uneaten meat.

"You're kind of a badass, aren't you?" Steve asked, quietly. You smiled at the slight awe in his voice and shrugged a shoulder.

"I told you," Max crossed her arms, smirking. "She's dangerous."

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triplehelix · 6 years ago

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for those 5 word prompts! "you can't be here now" but keep it fluffy and lighthearted to the best of ur ability that is my challenge to u c;

dallie…….this got away from me. know that i love you.

It’s going to be a good night.

He was able to get out of his council meeting early, and Gladio dropped him off in the residential district. He’s meeting Ignis at his place for a change; Ignis had promised to make something good. That means they’ll have a dinner just for the two of them at the table in Ignis’s apartment, which really feels more like a date than anything at Noct’s apartment because Ignis is over there all the time anyway. Then the two of them could just…hang out like usual. Noct could sit on the floor beside Ignis’s armchair, falling asleep with his head against Ignis’s thigh while Ignis holds reports with one hand and cards through his hair with the other.

Yeah, that’d be nice.

And who knows? Maybe they’ll end up making out on the couch or something. He can only hope.

“Ignis?” Noct calls, nudging the door shut behind himself. Usually, Ignis can be found sitting at his kitchen table or curled up in his armchair, drinking coffee while he works through some reports. There’s no sign of him now, and the warm yellow light of the lamp by the armchair is missing. And there’s a curiously sharp smell in the air that he doesn’t quite recognize. He thinks he’s smelled it a couple of times at Prompto’s place or when he’s over at Gladio’s house and Iris is around.

“I’m here!” Ignis calls, voice strained, from across the apartment.

Noct drops his bag to the floor, holding his hand out immediately in anticipation of some sort of blade. He hasn’t decided if it’ll be a dagger or sword yet. “Specs?” he asks quietly. “You good?”

“Apologies, Noct, but-”

“But what?” Noct slides his foot further along the hardwood of the apartment, heading towards the sound of Ignis’s voice. If there’s something or someone here, and Ignis of all people was caught off guard, what could he possibly do to stop that sort of person?

Ignis is silent for a moment, and then his voice sounds through the apartment with a faint echo. Bathroom, then. “You can’t be here now.”

“What’re you doing, though?” He clenches his fingers into a fist, deciding that a dagger would probably be best. He can throw those. He flips it in his hand, stepping closer to the bathroom.

No reply. Maybe a sigh?

“Specs?” he calls lowly, and his heart gives a lurch of fear. Not Specs, not Ignis, c’mon-

He throws open the door and leaps through the doorway, knife poised at the ready.

Ignis stares back at him, wide-eyed, from the bathtub.

Noct banishes the dagger immediately. “Uh.”

“Noct!” Ignis exclaims, cheeks turning scarlet. He’s not even wearing his glasses; his hair lies flat against his forehead like it used to, now a little darker from the steam in the air. “I didn’t think you’d be arriving for some time, Noct, so-”

“I got let out of the meeting early. My dad shut a lot of the council’s suggestions down,” Noct says dumbly instead of getting the fuck out of the bathroom. He should leave. He should leave. He should really leave.

He pauses for a moment, considering all the things Ignis might have been doing in his absence, and he flushes. “I can leave if you’re, y’know. Uh. Busy.” They’re not at that point in their relationship yet, really. He really shouldn’t be here.

Ignis goes even brighter red, eyes widening. “Nothing like that!” he protests immediately. “No, Noct, I wasn’t-”

“I should go,” Noct mutters, and he scrambles for the door handle, about to show himself out of Ignis’s apartment and hide in his own bed for about fifteen years.

“Noct, wait!” Ignis reaches out towards Noct, almost as if he’s about to leap out of the bathtub and chase him down, but he seems to realize what he’s doing, and where he is, and his arm just ends up hanging at the edge of the tub, fingers splayed desperately along the enamel.

Fingers with purple fingernails.

Noctis stares.

Oh, gods.

“Are you painting your nails?”

The smell makes sense now, of course. Holy shit.

“I’m also taking a bath, but…” Ignis trails off, biting thoughtfully at his lip. He seems to come to some sort of conclusion and makes direct, unwavering eye contact with Noct. “Yes. I am painting my nails.”

Noct blinks. “Oh.”

Ignis’s fingernails tap out a restless rhythm on the edge of the tub. Noct can’t stop staring at them. “This isn’t exactly how I wanted to tell you this, Noct.”

“It’s not a big deal.” It’s a big deal.

“To me, it might be,” Ignis argues softly.

Noct winces. He’s said the wrong thing again. Okay. Course correction. Empathy. Conversation. He asks, “Is this why you always wear gloves?”

Ignis looks down; his long eyelashes cast shadows along his cheekbones. “Part of the reason,” he admits. “Or perhaps the gloves just became convenient when I started doing this.” He huffs out a little breathy laugh, startlingly loud in the echoing silence of the bathroom. Maybe the echo makes it resonate all the more in some part of Noct’s chest that he can’t quite name. “It’s embarrassing, really.”

“Nah.” Noct against the doorjamb of the bathroom. “I don’t know why you’re embarrassed about this.”

“It’s improper, Noct.”

“It’s your body.” Noct shrugs. “Who cares what you’ve got on? You’re still doing the job in the same way. The best way,” he adds, and he can’t help the blush that rises back to his cheeks at the words. Gods, is he really complimenting Ignis right after barging in on him in the bath?

Fuck, Ignis is naked right now, isn’t he?

They haven’t gotten too far yet. This is still new territory for both of them, and Noct’s afraid that anything going wrong here could jeopardize everything that they are to each other.

Ignis doesn’t seem to have any such qualms. He lifts his hand - gods, look at those nails - and makes a vague wave over to him. “You can come over here, you know.”

Noct raises an eyebrow and hopes that the expression masks how much his heart begins racing. “You’re sure?”

Ignis blinks at him slowly, tilting his head to the side to study Noctis. His eyes look darker green than usual, or maybe that’s just the lighting. “I’m sure,” he says. “You’ve already gotten this far.”

Noct almost wishes that there had been an intruder. It would be easier than this. It would be easier than a lot of things that have to do with Ignis, and Ignis in the bath, and Ignis in the bath with his nails painted. It would be easier than being faced with every godsdamned reason why he finally decided to ask Ignis if they could start dating. He can already see half his fantasies playing out like a movie behind his eyes, reminding him of every way that he wants Ignis, and more.

The soft rug beside the tub is a welcome feeling beneath his knees, because by the gods, he drops like a rock beside Ignis.

Ignis smiles at him, radiant and soft. “Welcome home,” he murmurs, and that’s no fucking help.

Noctis returns the grin, hoping that he’s not too red in the face. “Good to be home.” That’s good. Good answer. In control.

But up close, he can smell whatever soap it is that is undeniably Ignis. The scent of it reminds him of just how wonderful it is to bury his face in the crook of Ignis’s neck and experience every bit of him, and that’s not helping at all. Thankfully - thankfully? - the shower curtain is drawn enough that it obscures the view of anything too far down in the tub, and the bathwater itself is thick with suds and color. And Ignis. He’s there too. In the bath. Next to Noct.

Gods, he’s in way over his head.

To distract himself, he reaches for the hand that’s still resting on the edge of the bathtub, lifting it up carefully. Ignis lets him without a word of protest, so Noct takes the opportunity to really look at the varnish up close. It’s pleasantly iridescent up close, subtle and elegant while still retaining an air of beauty. Dark purple - wine, coeurl print, the spines of some of Ignis’s favorite books - fits him well. On Ignis, on his fingers, this is dangerous. Noct has always loved Ignis’s hands, capable and deft and deadly.

“I like the color,” Noct tells him. And then, before he can stop himself, he blurts, “You always look good in purple.”

The corners of Ignis’s mouth lift up in a tiny, pleased smile. “Thank you, Noct. I’m glad you think so.”

“Maybe…” He’s pushing his luck, but he’s already here, and he might as well. “Maybe you could try black next time?”

Ignis chuckles. “A bit unsubtle, don’t you think?”

“Well.” Noct lifts the hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the knuckles there. He raises his eyes to meet Ignis’s gaze, unblinking. “It’s my color.”

“Do I look good in black too?” Ignis teases.

“Fishing for compliments, are we?”

“I believe I’m owed a few, after the scare you gave me.”

“Okay. Yeah. Valid. Don’t tell anyone I did that.”

“It’s endearing. Very valiant.”

“Don’t call me valiant.”

“As my prince commands,” Ignis teases, and Noct can’t help but smile. Ignis tugs his hand out of Noct’s grip, studying him quietly for a moment. “I was planning on making something with rice tonight,” he muses. “And after that…you could stay, if you’d like.”

“Stay?”

One of Ignis’s legs shifts in the water, sending ripples of water up to lap at Ignis’s chest. Noct swallows. He’s not going to look. He’s not going to look.

Fuck.

Ignis smiles. “I’d certainly welcome your company.”

Noct breathes out through his nose, controlling himself as much as he can manage. “Will you keep the gloves off?”

Another smile, pleased and soft. “If you’d like. Certainly.”

“One more question, Specs.”

“Better hurry. The bathwater won’t stay warm forever.”

Noct grins. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Ignis breathes, and he reaches out to catch Noct at the back of his neck, digging his fingers into the soft skin there as he pulls him close. Noct shivers; he can almost imagine that he can feel the layer of polish there, and he leans in to close the distance between them.

It really is going to be a good night.

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sometimesambroswrites · 7 years ago

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Ehiiiiiii First of all: sup Italian pal (non sapevo lo fossi sto leggendo tutti i tuoi Tumblr prompt a vedo ora che sei italiana omg hype) Second of all: love your stories! Third: if u still take prompts could you do a fic where magnus works at lush or smth like that and Alec enters the first time to buy smth for izzy and then comes back every time for a lot of weeks and Magnus finally asks him on a date after he finds out izzy is not his girlfriend? Sorry if it's too complicated or anything!

Salve Italian pal!I’ll have you know I love this prompt to death and as soon as I read it I could just see Magnus working for Lush. Like, he would fit in perfectly. So thank you so much, I loved the prompt and I had a lot of fun writing this story (which is almost 3k long because I have no self control); I hope you like it!!Warning for pining and boys being embarrassing and the author being sleep deprivedAlso, I feel like Lush should sponsor me after this. Right? RIGHT?Since it’s 2 am and I have no fantasy, this fic shall be called

The Lush Fic

The place smells overwhelmingly good. In fact, it smells too good.Alec thinks he's probably going to be sick because of it and he canalready feel a headache blooming behind his eyes.

On top of that, everything is justso bright, soaps andpackagings and weird pudding-like thingies alike.

Alec is out of his depth. He shouldprobably go back home and give Izzy thirty dollars with a label thatsays sorry I'm a douche.

-Can I help you?

He turns suddenly and he realisestwo things at the same time: number one, he's been staring atsomething called Tender is the night fora couple of minutes now, and number two, the salesperson who's justapproached him is hot as hell. He's got glittery make up around hiseyes and green streaks in his hair, and he looks like he fitsperfectly into the extravagant shop.

He says: -Yes please,- and thenbites down on his tongue half hoping that it'll fall off.

The guy grins,a melt-your-soul kind ofgrin, and Alec is pretty sure the dizziness isn't all on thefragrances that keep washing over him. -You do look kind of lost,- heteases, his hands clasped in front of him; he's wearing nail polishthat's the same shade of green as his hair and he's wearing a coupleof rings on his index and middle finger.

-Yes, I'm – -, Alec would take adeep breath, be he's not sure that would help, -I'm looking for apresent.

The guy nods, patiently; Alec thinkshe probably has to deal with a lot of idiots in his line of work.He's probably not even the first one of the day.

-Did you have something specific inmind?

Alec scratches at the back of hisneck: -Uhm, not really?- he says, turning it into a half question, -Imean, I've never been here, so I – I wouldn't know. But maybesomething pink. And sweet. And – - he makes some sort ofunidentified gesture with his hands and he's about two seconds awayfrom walking out of the store, -glittery?

The guy nods like he knows exactlywhat Alec is talking about and he turns around, making a littlefollow me gesture withhis index and middle finger; he walks towards the other side of thestore, steps light as he avoids other customers and his colleagues;they stop in front of a series of wooden,square-shaped containers. Alec peeks inside and he spots dozens ofcolourful little balls.

-These,- the guy says, picking up ablue one, -are called Bath bombs.Here,- he moves closer to a little basin of water, -I'll show you.

He lets it fall and the Bathbomb hits the water with a smallsplash; it immediatelystarts dissolving, tainting the water around it a deep green-bluecolour, stripes of pink and yellow coming out here and there, andAlec has to admit it looks exceptionally pretty. The thin whitelather makes it look like a deep night sky.

-You use it in the bathtub,- the guysays, and then winks, he winks,and Alec swallows. -Looks pretty,- he says, and he's pretty sure he'sblushing.

The guy beams and gestures at theother Bath bombs ondisplay: -We actually have a Bath bomb calledPink that you mightlike,- he points at said Bath bomb,which is, indeed, deep pink and sheer and it kind of screams Izzy.

He nods: -That looks perfect.

The guy reaches for a yellow andblack paper bag and picks one of the Pink Bath Bombsup and holds it out in front of Alec's face: -Smells like vanilla.

Alec tentatively moves his facecloser to the Bath Bomb,the tips of his ears uncomfortably hot, but as he tries to smell ithe realizes he probably will never be able to smell anything else inhis life.

The guy grins: -You can'tdistinguish smells anymore, can you?

Alec feels his eyes crinkling withthe smile that curves his lips: -Not even remotely.

The guy chuckles, dropping the BathBomb into the paper bag: -Wellthen, you'll have to trust me.

-I guess I have no choice,- Alecsays, trying not to be visibly excited that he was actually able toflirt back. If that was actual flirting. Which he's not so sureabout.

The guy's smile turns deeper for asecond, and then he's pointing out other Bath Bombs –one called Sex Bomb thatapparently smells like jasmine and has a pretty rose on top of it,and one called Twilightwhich the guy assures him has nothing to do with the book and smellslike lavender. They are all rigorously pink.

-Anything else?- the guy asks, andAlec is pretty sure he'd buy the whole store if he tried to sell itto him.

-Uhm, well, it's – it's an apologypresent, so maybe something else that's pretty and pink?

The guy beams again as he walks afew steps over the shelves on the walls on the right of the BathBombs: -I'll show you myfavourite.

He points at one of the pudding-likethingies, a deep pink one: -These are Shower Jellies.You can use them as regular body wash,- he winks, -I promise itsmells like cinnamon.

-Looks perfect,- Alec says, and hethinks he could have gone without knowing it was the cute guy'sfavourite. He really could have.

-Great!- the guy takes one and putsit in a different paper bag. -Anything else?

Alec's wallet is screaming at himthat he needs to say no.

He shakes his head and he diesinside the tiniest bit: -No, thanks. I think she's going to forgiveme.

The guy smiles, warm, the cuff onhis ear catching the light: -I'm sure she will.

It's disappointingly anticlimacticafter that: the guy doesn't work the register so he simply sends Alecoff with another smile, and he's already busy with a new customerwhen Alec walks out of the store.

Needless to say,Izzy loves her present and she spends an unhealthy amount of timepoking at the Shower Jelly. Sheenjoys making him squirm for a couple of minutes before she says: -Iguess you're forgiven,- tongue in cheek as per usual, and Alecraffles her hair.

He makes it one week before he goesback.

Well, so what? Clary's birthdayisn't that far away. A couple of months. Whatever. Plus, the store ison his way back from work. If he takes a completely different routefrom his usual one. Whatever.

The guy beams at him the moment Alecsteps into the store, and Alec's mind just goes oh shit fora few seconds because he'd managed to convince himself the guy mightnot be on shift or he might not remember him, but there heis, with blue hair and blue nailpolish as he asks: -So, did she forgive you?

It takes Alec a moment to answersince he's uselessly trying to fight the huge smile that threatens tostretch his lips: -Yeah. Yes, she did. Thank you.

-You're very welcome,- the guy says,and he looks especially cute today; he's wearing an oversized, brightblue jumper with tight, black leggings, and black boots, and Aleccan't even blame the overwhelming smell of the shop since he's beeninside for maybe two minutes.

-Are you looking for something else?

-I – yes, yes I am. Uhm, abirthday present? For a friend. She really liked the BathBombs I bought the last time.

Which is not a lie, by the way.Clary loved those BathBombs, spent at least twentyminutes watching YouTube videos about them. She even picked out theones she liked best and wrote them on a list that was later hung onthe fridge. She probably hopes Jace will take the hint. Poor thing.

-So,- the guy asks, teasingly, -Areyou a Bath Bombs expertyet, or do you still need my help?

Alec feels himself blushing. What'snew. He digs his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it, says: -Iactually have a list of stuff she wants, if you could – ?

The guy holds out his hand, jokinglyserious and business-like: -Leave it to me.

Alec gives him his phone, a pictureof the list on the screen – because he's had a sister fortwenty-two years. He can take a hint.

He follows the guy around kind ofhelplessly for ten minutesbefore they're done, three paper bags in his hands as he walkstowards the register.

The guy waves him goodbye and Alecnearly trips over his own feet.

Of course, it was just wishfulthinking that he'd be able to keep it a secret until Clary'sbirthday.

Izzy is immediately on him as soonas she spots the yellow and black bag with Lush's logo and she callsfor Clary as soon as she's dragged Alec into the kitchen and hasemptied the bag's contents on the table.

Clary's eyes literally sparklewhen she sees that Alec's boughtevery single thing she'd written on her list; she kisses him on thecheek: -I knew you'd take the hint.

Alec feels kind of manipulated.

Although, it iskind of nice watching his sister and Clary as they coo over soaps andshampoos and jelly stuff. Whatever.

He doesn't even realise Izzy hasapproached him with a dangerous glint in her eyes until she says:-So,- dragging out the o,-How come you went back so soon?

Alec feels like this would be a goodmoment to leave. He takes the smallest step back, hoping his sisterwon't notice. -It's on my way to work and Clary wanted that stuff.

Both Clary and Izzy say: -No, it'snot.

-I'll buy you two whatever you wantif you stop asking.

Izzy and Clary exchange looks. -Noway.

Alec sighs. -There's this cute guy …-

He goes back the next week, becausehe's weak and Izzy hasn't stopped asking about the Cute Guy– that's what they're calling him now, capital letters and all.

He almost hides, almost doesn't evengo inside, but Cute Guy waves at him as soon as he sees him and Alecis just. Gone. Fucked. He's got a crush but Cute Guy will probablyrequest a restraining order against him if he keeps this up.

-Here for another BathBomb?- Cute Guy asks, a teasingsmile on his lips. His hair is a deep pink today, and his nails, ofcourse, match.

Alec wants to dig a hole in theground and bury himself in it. Just a bit. -Yeah, my – my rommateis actually jealous that I didn't get him anything yet, so – - heshrugs.

Cute Guy nods like that's totallynormal: -Understandable.

Which, again, is not a lie, by theway. Simon genuinely pouted for ten minutes when he saw the bag ofstuff Clary got. But still. Simon isn't normal.

-Have you already thought ofsomething?

Alec shrugs. Again. -I though maybea Bath Bomb to makehim happy.

-So,- Cute Guy says, hesitantly, -Iguess you won't need my help?

Alec blinks, trying to figure out ifhe's just imagining the way Cute Guy sounded almost hopeful. -Well, Imean, I'm always pretty lost in here? But I have no problem lookingfor something by myself.

Cute Guy beams and Alec just givesup. -No way, I'll have to help you.

Simon honest to God jumps up anddown when Alec comes back home with two Bath Bombs calledDragon's Egg.

Alec had told Cute Guy that Simonwas into Game of Thrones and Cute Guy had nodded enthusiastically andhad gaped at Alec when he'd said he wasn't into TV shows at all.Actually, he'd shaken his head and he'd said: -What do you even dowith your life?- sounding shocked. Alec had been incredibly endeared.

Izzy and Clary stand at his sides asthey watch Simon coo at his Bath Bombs.-So,- Clary says, casually, -How's Cute Guy?

Alec sighs: -Always cute.

Jace frowns at him from the door,arms crossed over his chest: -How come you didn't get meanything?

So he goes back for Jace. Whatever.It's not like he has a dignity anymore.

Except that Cute Guy is workingregister today and Alec is stuck with a guy who introduces himself asRaphael in a monotone and leaves him to browse through the BubbleBars by himself.

They're fun and they look like thekind of thing Jace would secretly enjoy, so he gets one that smellslike chocolate – apparently – and he makes his way to theregister with his black and yellow paper bag.

And there Cute Guy is. With hissmile and his red streaks and red nail polish. -Let me guess,- hesays as he reaches for a bigger paper bag under the counter: -Anotherdisgruntled roommate?

-Best friend,- Alec corrects him,and that's when his eyes fall on Cute Guy's nametag. It reads Magnus.

Magnus.

It fits him perfectly.

-Well, tell you what,- Cute Guy, Magnus says, almostconspiratorially as he lowers his voice, -Since you're always buyingpresents I'll give you one of the good samples. For personaluse,- and then he stops, blushes, and Alec with him, although hedoesn't know why.

Magnus throws a small, black container in the bag and he rings himup, blush still sitting on his cheeks, and Alec doesn't really knowwhat to say, hell, he doesn't know what happened, he justknows that Magnus doesn't quite look him in the eyes when he saysgoodbye.

The sample, it turns out, is a Massage Bar called Hottie.It's warming and stimulating.

Izzy blinks at Alec for twenty seconds: -We're going there tomorrowand you're asking Cute Guy out.

-What?- Alec takes back the sample, -No, no, no way,what do you –

-Well, I'm going,- Izzy says, -You can do what you want.

-Shit,- Alec mutters under his breath when he sees his sister insidethe shop, -Shit, shit, shit.

Izzy smiles at him, her very satisfied smile, Magnus standingright next to her, and Alec considers leaving, he really does,but then Magnus says: -Alec.-, and he feels like he could stay rightthere for the rest of his life.

He swallows. -Hey.

Magnus smiles, anticipation running through his fingers as he keepstwisting them: -Your sister was telling me that she's the oneyou bought that stuff for the first time.

Alec blinks. That's not what he expected. -Yes?- he says, confusionturning it into a question.

Izzy rolls her eyes: -Why don't you two go talk outside?

Magnus looks away, bashful, a small smile on his lips: -Of course,I'll take my break if it's – - he glances at Alec, -okay with you.

-Yeah, no, of course, I mean –

Izzy glares at them both.

Which is how Alec finds himself on the sidewalk at the back entranceof the shop with Magnus, Cute Guy Magnus.

-I thought you were buying stuff for your girlfriend,- Magnus says,in one breath, without looking at him.

Alec blinks in confusion: -My what?

-Yeah, I – I mean, after that first time I thought maybe you – Idon't know, maybe you were a serial cheater and you had to beforgiven a lot so you kept coming up with excuses and that'swhy – I mean, if I'd known that she was your sister Iwould've –

Alec blurts out: -I'm really gay.

Smooth.

Magnus looks at him, eyes wide,barely holding back a smile, and Alec grunts, says: -Oh God.-,rubbing his face with his hands as Magnus chuckles.

-Not funny,-he whines, -I've already embarrassed myself enough my coming here fora month. And youthought I was cheating–

-I'm sorry,- Magnus says, stillchuckling, and Alec peers at him through his fingers; he doesn't looksorry at all. Gorgeous, yes. Sorry, not so much. He lowers his hands.

-What would have you done?- Alecasks, holding his breath, -If you'd known it was for my sister.

Magnus looks back and forth betweenhis eyes for a second: -I'll have you know I had it all planned out.I would have run after you as soon as you'd left the shop. To keep itprofessional, you know.

Alec nods, pressing his lipstogether. It's useless. He's smiling anyway. -Of course.

-And then I would have asked youout.

-Well, it does sound pretty nice.

-Right? I know. I'm a master atdaydreaming.

Jesus, Alec is half in love already.He can hear himselfsmile as he asks: -You know what would sound even nicer?

Magnus grins. -Few things, I'msure,- he teases.

Alec chuckles, shaking his head; hetakes a deep breath: -Would you like to go out with me?

#malec #malec fic #malec fanfic #malec fanfiction #malec fic rec #malec prompt #otp: heart & soul #magnus bane #alec lightwood #clary fray #jace herondale #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fic #ambros writes #maryinfandomland

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tmntl0verthings · 7 years ago

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レオナルド Leo X Reader

“Childish Love”

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私は何かを守るために

Because I have something to Protect

Your wearing pink ruffle shorts with a mint blue shirt that said "I'm 100% mermaid" in white writing with Galaxy Vans.

You were snickering with Mikey were hiding behind the Couch's backing peeping over the other side..waiting. "and one..two..three.." Mikey spoke softly A huge Black smoke Leaked through the Bathroom door. It busted open to see a huge figure stomp through "MIKEY!!" Raphael's voice bellowed in anger as he coughed The smoke slowly fading away. He looked around to see only Leo reading at the kitchen table as Don was making himself Cup o'noodles in the microwave. He then heard faint laughing at the couch. He marched over to the Sofa with his usual manly strut to see you covering your mouths with laughter. "Oh I see this was a team effort his eyes rose in anger as he tried to swipe Mikey then you. You ran over to be with leo. You hugged his neck Kissing his cheek. Your eyes wondered up to see Raph coming over this way "Leo bear. Raph's being mean." you whined. "And is it because you and mikey did your little pranks again?" he looked from his book to you. "what? nu Boobie. I would never." You hugged his tight Muscular arm. "hmp.." he smiled as he then saw raph next to himself "Come here! I'm gonna fix you good once i'm done with you." you hid behind Leo's side. Leo glanced at you then to raph "Raph knock it off. Just some harmless fun." "OH of course you'd stand up for her. She's your 'Girl friend' ." he sang the last part with a girly tone. "knock it off raph. Your just jealous." He sassed back. "Oh-oh your think i'm jealous of you! Ha!" "No. Not of me but what I have." "you wish!" Raphs anger grew like it could break a temperature Gadge. "Cool it Raph. your gonna get us stuck in the hashi again." Donnie whispered on the other side of the table. "Shut it Four eyes!" "Hey now that was uncalled for!" Donnie stood up for himself as he pointed at raph. "You wanna get pummeled too!" "Leo would kick your butt before you got the chance to hurt me." "Fine..(he walked over to Don) I'll start with you first.." his voice grew deeper with Fury as his eyes were cold and dark at the moment. "Raphael." splinter rose his voice "Thats enough! You treat others how you wanna be treated." his wise and elder voice educated the Red banded turtle with his walking stick creating hallow clinks against the Brick flooring. Raph backed off still fairly puffing out his anger in breathes as he then just walked away to punch a dummy in the home while walking passed it. "What got him upset today?" Splinter asked curiously "Just a harmless prank." Leo explained. "Mikey?" he asked knowing the answer already. "pretty much but y/n helped." Hearing an accomplice this time made Splinter smile with amusement. "Is that so?" he chuckled "You mad?" you asked worried "Mad? cause my sons are finally getting along with humans and Ones even dating a girl. Whats there to be mad about." You smiled at his words as you hugged Leo's neck. "Yea only one..where's my girl?" Don pouted as he put his head in his palm looking to his family to then hear the microwave beep-beep-beep. He walked from the table to open the small door letting the warmth hit his glasses accidentally fogging them. He ugh-ed as he tried to see passed it, grabbing his noodles feeling a Drop of hotness drip down and touch his rough flesh. He hissed as he still carried it down to the counter about to pour the noodles into a bowl so they cool down faster. Looking from Donnie wanting to ask but Asking questions can infuriate some people..so keeping to yourself you look at Splinter whom was speaking to Leonardo. You walked away patting his shoulder to then go over to Mikey's side of the home. "Hey" You smiled brightly feeling a rush of excitement, Usually everything with Mikey is Funny, Exciting and Fun Filled. Walking over to Mikey you see Raphael reading something in his bed above Mikey's. 'crap..' you just continued your walk pretending not to fear Raphael. "Hey Squishy!" Mikey greeted you over to his side of the room which also happens to be Raphael's. Raph looked at you for a moment then looked back at his book. "So what'cha wanna do since we already pissed of raph." Mikey laughed; you laughed with him but more hesitantly. "Come on, lets go to the skate park. No one's there and it'll be just you and me." "sounds like fun!" you cheered making Raphs lip snarl a little. Walking away with Mikey Leo walked up to you. "Where you going?" curious "Just out with my Broth'ah." you put your arms around making Mikey laugh as you smiled "where?" "skate park with mikey." "no." "What why?" "yea why!" Mikey backed you up but also why? "Cause i'm taking you to the skate park." he wrapped his arm all the way around your shoulders taking you into his warmth. "awww Leo bear.." you smiled adorably up at him as mikey pretended to choke. "shush." leo shushed playfully as he led you out "coming Mikey?" "Oh i'm still coming? alright >,< "

That night~~ "what are you doing to your pizza?" Leo asked "taking pepperoni off of it. You know i don't like sausage." "You don't like sausage?" Mikey asked as his face looked at you like you were an alien or heart broken. One of the two. "well yea.." "what else don't you like?" Mikey asked petrified. "Bacon, peanut butter--" being cut off before being able to finish your words. "What is happening to SOCIETY!" Mikey pleaded to the lord with his hands up making you laugh. "Oh god i can feel it..the earth is crumbling! Atlantis is rising once more!" "Mikey.." raph looked to Mikey getting his attention easily "Shut up." As raph put down the plastic shaker bottle of Parmesan on the table. Donnie smiled at raph's comment. Later~~ As leo was lecturing his brothers for a new lesson coming up at the same kitchen table as you were leaning back into your chair with your knees against the tabletop. Raph had his arms crossed as Don pretty much was the only one paying attention. Mikey was falling asleep until you threw a sausage ball from dinner at his face making him blink. Raph watched as you and him were throwing it back and forth. A chuckle left your lips getting leo's attention making you cover your smiling mouth while Mikey Pretended to go back to his sleepy state. "y/n please, i'm trying to help my brothers." "Do what..Die slower?" you sassed playfully. "Y/n.." his eyes were unamused -,- "Alright, alright. Fine." you put your hands up surrendering as you curled back up into your position. "thank you.. now I figured for when we do HaiJaku we could instead try--" his words were cut off by your sausage ball being thrown at him but instead of it hitting him He caught it as he looked at it. "A sausage ball? Really y/n. Seriously Do you take what i do in this team seriously. I work my ass off to try and get these guys in line while your throwing sausage balls! Knock it off and just grow up!" "wow dude.." Mikey commented. "You got something to say?" he looked at his brother with risen brows. "no, nope i'm good." "good."Donnies eyes were widened while raph was enjoying the first amusing thing that's happened in a family meeting. Your eyebrows narrowed as you got up out of the chair to scoot it back in. "Excuse me." you bowed mocking Leo's love for Japanese culture and also how ninjas tied into that. Leo watched you walk away and out of their home for him to exhale and rub his eyes "Dear god.." 'what have i done?' was his thought after his spoken words.

Two days of not hearing from you~~ Leo entered your apartment as lucky for him, the window was opened allowing Autumn air to fill the Cinnamon scented room. "wow.." he looked around to see your apartment was Clean. Legit clean. No messy piles of laundry, no left out plates and even the glass table top was polished. 'whats happening? did she leave to live elsewhere and now someone else lives here?' my thoughts rampaged to then see y/n leaving her kitchen that was hid away around the corner. She wore platform high heels with a tight fitting black skirt n' a puffy white shirt with pearls on. Hair in a bun. Even wearing Eyeliner and red lipstick. "Morning Leonardo." "uh morning. What are--what happened?" "what ever do you mean?" "your apartment." "Well I took your words into consideration and detailed my apartment and myself while i was at it." "what?" he asked as he leaned his head forwards with a risen brows. "Oh yes. And i must say I feel so very replenished to take such a turn on things. Thank you Leonardo." 'she's not even calling me Leo-bear.. this can't be too good..' "I uh..your welcome.." "would you like some homemade French toast. I made some this morning." "you cooked?" "Don't sound so surprised." she corrected my behavior like splinter would. 'oh god..' She walked along into the kitchen to see her butt sway side to side due the heels which..i admired very much so. She handed me the plate of French toast to break me from my concentration. "Oh gosh sorry no thank you." i apologized. Without a smile she put the plate down on the counter. She looked at me as she held her hands together with her polished nails. "y/n i'm sorry for what i said. I shouldn't have said those things. Your perfect the way you are." relaxing your posture you were getting lost in his blue eyes with your red matte lips gaping a little to show your two front teeth. "Please forgive me. It was more out of line than how you acted." after hearing 'how you acted' you straightened your posture "I see. Well Leonardo If you don't mine could you please Excuse yourself. I have much work to do." "work?" he questioned with more surprise. "Leonardo. To have money in this world one must grasp concept of earning their keep. And i plan to do so." As i blinked my made-up eyes at him. He looked dumb founded and astonished. "oh..kay if you want me too." The sounds of his weight pummel with each step along the wooden floors with metal clinking and his fabric brushing between his thighs. U clicked on your blue tooth speaker to play 'Kenny G.' As he was leaving out the window. As he finally left you slouched taking off your platforms. "ohhh" you exhaled. "thats much better" you wiggled ur toes into your carpeting; changing the music to something on Pandora.

"I dont know what to do. She seemed so adamant about being an adult and..all I did was yell at her for being herself." Leo pouted. "Leonardo. You are my best and honored student but sometimes you lack social skills. Every leader knows how to communicate to their loyal and committed team members. Y/n is no different. Find a way you can communicate to her. Get through to her in a way she can understand." nodding he understood "you understand?" "yes, father.." "i hope so. Otherwise your screwed.." his father spoke bluntly. Leo was a bit surprised but he did ask for help.

Walking into her apartment i see the place is still clean. "yn/?" You were watching netflix in your room with your makeup on all jazzed up still to then hear Leo's voice. Your eyes widened as you stood up to slip on your shoes with a cheeto in your mouth. You crunched it as you shut off netflix. "y/n?" you heard again. 'stupid shoes..' You argued with yourself. You stood up to walk over to your door gathering yourself to open your bedroom door. seeing Leo's shell facing you from afar as he looked around "Leonardo." you held your hands together. "y/n there you are. Hey I found something of yours." "Did you now?" "yea..here.." he hands you a fake real sized Lolipop without its wrapper KeyChain. Taking it from him you looked to him "Where'd you find this?" "under my bed. I was cleaning and found it. I remember when you first saw it when you and me went for a midnight walk and you fell in love with it." memorizing the keychain as you rubbed along the Red Pop part. "yea.." you smiled brightly as your red lips illuminated your whitened teeth. "Y/n I hope you know i didn't mean what i said. Your important to me. I want you there in my life by my side.." he huffed a smile. looking from your key chain to his eyes without a smile but pouty lips. "Leo I--" he interrupted your words with a step forwards, placing his hands on your jawline as his your whine lips touched his. He swore he even got drunk off them for a moment. He moved his lips along yours. You put your polish nails around his wrists closing your eyes. Letting go of your lips leaving his lips somewhat red. You smiled laughing, bringing out your real self you pointed at him "you got some red on you." He looked down as he wiped it with his wrist. Licking his lips he asked "better?" smiling you said "sure.." "Come home with me..please.." "alright..finnnneeeee." you whined as you went into your bedroom to change. Coming out you had shorts, shirt that had WonderLust written on it as you wore galaxy vans. "theres my girl." He puts his arms out for you to run into, swinging you around the apartment he stops to let you down. "one thing though." he offers. "yea?" "Don't ever be that Grown up again." his words made you snort a laugh making you cover your mouth n' nose. he kissed your forehead to lead you out the window before grabbing your keys.

Dah end

#TMNT #Love #Oneshot #leonardo #Leo

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darrycurtises · 7 years ago

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hey fam, do all of the aesthetic asks

thanks sun goddess ily

Flower Crown: when did you last sing to yourself

yesterday bc i always sing in the car, i think it was me putting “starman” “here comes the sun” and “ticket to the moon” on repeat the whole way home

Fairy Lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?

i’d like to know what the world will be like in like a century bc i worry about the world i hope she’ll be ok

Daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life

well i’m a seventeen yr old and not even one of the cool ones that compete in the olympics so its either like UH starting college @ 16 or being published in an official writing anthology

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to your mind, recent or otherwise?

last year when i went to busch gardens w my sister n my mom and i got to hold a penguin named Turkey ON MY LAP i have pictures to document this (i was chubbier back then tho no judgment)

Matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you’re now living?

yeah i wouldn’t be fucking living in florida and going to school id be using whatever money i could to travel overseas, and then i’d go on a big crosscountry roadtrip

Black Nail Polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

not an official one, just vague “i’d like to do x someday” things

Moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?

yes absolutely

Stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?

last week i went to a funeral and i cried so much they got a picture w me sobbing in the background

Plants: pick a person to stargaze with you, and explain why you picked them

my best friend tomas probably because he’s the only person who wouldnt make fun of me for stargazing

Converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

BITVH NO LMAO I DONT EVEN TALK TO MY FRIENDS !!

Lace: when was your last three am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

again, tomas, my best friend. about 4 days ago?

Handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one more person, what would you say and to whom?

oh man i dont even know

Cactus: opinion on brown eyes?

i have them and i love them. got my brown eyed angels all over the place. i know like three people w not-brown eyes

Sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally

Oil Paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?

[Redacted]

Overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?

id get new cars for my sister and mom bc theirs are v old like ten minutes to start and cough like a smoker old, and id pay my mom’s house off, pay off my sister’s student loans, deposit a lot to my grandma who’s living in an expensive nursing home, donate 2 houston, put away more for my college, lots of stuff

Combat Boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

Yes and yes

Winged Eyeliner: write a hundred letter word to your twelve year old self

I don’t need 100 words I just need to tell her to shut up, stop eating so much, try being friends w the girls you don’t like, they were actually nice, you’re not as funny as you think you are save your words for later and think before you speak. Also, thanks for attaching our self worth to our school performance, this isn’t sarcastic, its turning out really well for scholarships

Pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?

Leaning more towards pastel, but honestly the most accurate thing would be primary colors/

Tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.

I like them but not on me

Piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?

I usually do a quick face for school, but if im in the mood then I like to do the most just because im a teenager and im living in a time of really weird fashion and this is the only time in my life where I’ll be ballsy enough and free enough to buy and wear green eyeshadow. You think that’ll fly when im 30 w a 9-5 job? I think not. Lemme get it outta my system now, while I have ~~~being a teenager~~~ to blame it on

Bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.

This is gonna sound really depressing but I don’t believe in love bc of the avett brothers song “January wedding. He was so in love with her when he wrote it and for years I was like “this is love theyre so in love” and then bam we get the true sadness album and January wedding gets followed by “divorce separation blues.” Who can be that in love with someone and then just. Stop. I don’t get it, love isn’t real.

Messy Bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.

This is too much pressure

Cry Baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

Ive seen the avett brothers 3 times and they were amazing every single time, just wowowow I got the “fuck it, im standing up and singing” mood. Ive also seen boston and foreigner, which were also fun, but mostly bc of the 50 yr old stoners in the crowds.

Grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?

My papa, and I’d like it to say [classified] and maybe I’d like him to say [redacted].

Space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?

I have a permanent set up at the kitchen table from august thru may, and its perpetually in disarry.

White Bed Sheets: what is your night time routine?

Face mask, hair care, moisturizer, vanilla tea, set up the coffee maker for the next morning, pack my book bag, pray, bed.

Old Books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?

I’d like my mom not to know that she’s kind of annoying to watch movies w (it’d break her heart shes so sensitive aw) and id like my dad not to know where I live

Beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?

I have dyed my hair I went red for a bit but now its brown. Id never do anything that require I bleach it bc I love myself and wont do that to my head

Eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

Id take my mom, sister, my friends [classified], [classified], and [classified] to new york w me so we can do horrible cheesy touristy stuff, and then I’d have them go w me on a cross country roadtrip

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

If I tell u my wish it wont come true

Painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.

Its gonna be this year’s ive already perfected the make up im gonna be a mime and its amazing

Lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

Literally nothing ive never gotten high bc it seems uhhh not fun, but ive gotten a lil drunk before (I don’t like to drink bc it makes my head hurt and it’s a lot of calories) but I get sad id be a sad drunk so I just cried.

Thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

Anything thatd harm a person/animal. Never kill, never maim. If u handed me a gun and said “shoot a deer ill give you a million dollars” I couldn’t do it. If I had to break someones arm for a million dollars I couldn’t do it.

Storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

Song, bc I love people, ill just listen to a podcast while I run I guess

Love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realize you’re in love.

Not really, only a little bit of an “I’d like to love them” sort of thing

Clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?

Im a girl and id never rock short hair bc I don’t have the jaw for it, and I like my long hair to make my jaw look sharper

Coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

I just get iced black tea bc starbucks coffee is ass, and id trust my mom. Not my sister or my friends bc theyd get me sugar in my tea instead of unsweet w honey

Marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

The things my life has revolved around for years lmao my loved ones and school

#if you cant tell im a fucking loser #im doing notes right now #its friday night im doing notes i should be out #but no im in and im writing notes and theyre beautiful ill post then on my studyblr #also a bonus for how fucking lame i am: i have a separate studyblr and langblr #ask #answered

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folieadeuxover · 7 years ago

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do all of the ice cream asks? or if that's too many, every other one of them?

anon, this took me all fuckibg morning so u better appreciate the effort. omg ok i had to look up how to put a ‘read more’ on mobile but i think i figured it out??anyway the html for this was a BITCH so i hope it looks good

chocolate: when was your first kiss?year before last, she was a good friend

french vanilla: how old are you?19

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?Tokyo, NYC, Moscow

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?prolly french, i can speak it, but not fluently

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?uhhh??????

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors? think it depends on the weather or activity tbh

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?i CAN play the drums (outta practice tho) and i can play the ukulele (badly) and my baby is my bass guitar💕

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?the entire album 'Brooklyn’ by Kenny Harris

butter pecan: favorite songs for life? 'Hallelujah’ by Fall Out Boy & 'Breakfast In America’ by Supertramp

cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign?gemini ♊️

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?pool, i hate the beach

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post?that one about ravenclaw and dick jokes, it has like 75k notes

bubblegum: books or movies?why not both

pistachio: manga or anime?anime tbh

salted caramel: favorite movies?Snatch, Airplane!, Baby Driver, & Iron Man

birthday cake: favorite books???? how can u ask me that’s like picking a favourite child wtf

moose tracks: favorites for manga?????

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?maybe SNK or Black Butler cus i’m basic but OHSHC was the first anime i ever watched and it was great

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?hm, maybe physics?

black raspberry: do you have any pets?nope:(

mango: when and why did you start your blog?THIS one i started in i think 2014 cus i was a loser w no friends but my FIRST blog was a shitty, cringey, superwholock blog i made in 2012 and deleted in 2014

mocha: ideal weather conditions?thunderstorms!

black cherry: four words that describe you?narcissistic, self-destructive, stupid, quick

neapolitan: things that stress you out?who am i? who do i wanna be? what am i doing with my life?

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?depends. loud stuff is good when u don’t wanna think, calm stuff is good when u know u gotta

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?cadburys for chocolate, and haribo, for sweets (tangfastics & supermix specifically)

toffee: a card game that you’re good at?poker & blackjack cus i’m a great liar

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast? sometimes

dark chocolate: turn ons?attention

fudge: turn offs?like? dirty people? u gotta make an effort, like wash ur hair, spray some perfume & clean ur nails, it’s not hard tbh. also neckbeards, i hate like 90% of masculine-ppls facial hair. ew.

peach: how do you relax?i don’t

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet?Game Of Thrones (i watch the show tho)

superman: do you like sweaters?yep. and that goes double if it’s someone else’s.

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?both

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?piano!!!

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?yeah, usually with my big sister

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?make html less ridiculous on mobile, this is taking YEARS to type cus i’m tryna format it on a iphone keyboard

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?my gf has some quality content tbh

almond: favorite mean girls quote?anything concerning the mathletes tbh they were great

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?not wearing nail polish cus i work with food

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?like a confession of love? yeah. and i was literally the embodiment of 'read 20:35’also some other guy told me he loved me and i just said 'thank you’ so??

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?ya, obviously

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps? Depression Naps™ are Integral

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?oh god idk too many

brownie batter: do you like sushi?YES I LOVE IT

key lime: where do you want to be right now?anywhere but here

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?yup

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?mint & salted caramel

#anon #ask #ask meme #this took FOREVER

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asmolbirb · 8 years ago

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i like you answer all the ice cream asks please and thank you

bless you anon

also omg omg omg thank you for liking me!! ilu~!

under a cut, it’s gonna get long

to people who just got a notif that u were tagged in this post…. one of the questions was “favorite blogs?” and i mentioned you in that category. no need to read this whole mess trying to figure out why you were tagged ^_^

french vanilla: how old are you?

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

korea, japan, england

i know this is vague af lol but my travel dreams are also vague af at this point

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

korean

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

i’m not really a big fan of cosmetics?

does nail polish count? because if so, sinful colors

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

outdoors

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

yeah i play piano

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

bts - spring day

bts - not today

seventeen - highlight

bigbang - fxxk it

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

bts - intro: never mind

bts - let me know

bts - tomorrow

exo - promise

exo - peter pan

cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign?

aries

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

pool

sand is the worst

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post?

i think it’s still that stupid lotr post? it peaked at about 140k

bubblegum: books or movies?

books

pistachio: manga or anime?

anime

salted caramel: favorite movies?

a single man

arrival

tangled

birthday cake: favorite books?

the host

battle royale

the princess bride

the giver

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

death note

bleach

liar game

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

death note

bleach

sword art online

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

fiction writing

followed, surprisingly, by organic chemistry

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

like 5 years ago

my original blog (not this one) was gonna be a place where i logged my thoughts (like a diary) somewhere my parents wouldn’t see

then a friend asked to follow me and i didn’t want her seeing my online diary so i made the blog that i have now

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

like mid 60s

light breeze

sun but with clouds

no pollen in the breeze

black cherry: four words that describe you?

UMM??

ambitious

artistic

determined

independent

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

change and uncertainty

time crunches

unexpected high stakes events

the possibility of rejection

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

i’m a big fan of lyrical rap

i also really really love songs with heavy thumping bass lines. like, the type you blast in your car with the bass turned high so you can feel it thrumming through your body.

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

ghirardelli

hershey

lindt

ferrero rocher

toffee: a card game that you’re good at?

ers/egyptian rat screw/slapjack/sandwich

whatever you call it

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

….no

dark chocolate: turn ons?

LITERALLY SO MANY

guys in button ups/tight shirts with the sleeves rolled up to their elbows

firm hugs (from guys)

rubbing/scratching my back

some nsfw stuff

fudge: turn offs?

man buns

neckbeards

a lot of kinds of facial hair, tbh

facial hair is hard to do well

hypermasculinity

peach: how do you relax?

headphones: in

phone: silenced

dick: out

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet?

eleanor and park by rainbow rowell

superman: do you like sweaters?

eh ://

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

coffee sometimes

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

guitar

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

all the time, i’m glad to say

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

telling you when someone changes their url, and what someone’s old urls used to be (or at least their most recent url)

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

D: i wanted to say @elementary-mydearlaufeyson but they seem to have either deactivated or changed urls and idk what their new url is because?? we never talked even though we were mutuals but i admired them a lot and….anyway i’m sad now but they were really great

@inkskinned

@academla

@fiftyshadesofselfdestruction

a few bts and seventeen blogs that are??? really great???????

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

get in loser we’re going shopping

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

currently no color buT they were pink until this morning

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

yes

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

lol

LOL

L O L

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

LMAO all the fucking time

depression naps are my favorite pastime

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

in high school, i wanted to be friends with a really cool kid, didn’t know how to talk to him, eventually told him i was going to ? stalk him on facebook??? to find out more about him?????? yIKES @ HIGH SCHOOL ME WHO EVEN WERE YOU

he thought i was fucking insane

and i don’t blame him tbh

i’m sorry friend

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

hell yeah

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

in my bf’s arms

but i don’t have a bf

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

yes

(fuck contacts)

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?

rocky road

#about neko #ask meme #anon #ask

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onlystylesangels · 5 years ago

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Hii! I really love your writing ❤️ can I request a protective!Harry one shot. Maybe y/n having a panic attack or something bc of the crowds xx Thank u

Hello lovie! I know you requested this a long time ago and I apologize for not writing this right away. Here she is and I hope you enjoy! I love this little one shot, so hope you love her too! Much love!!💓❤💞💕