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the-californicationist · 1 year ago

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Guile & Guilt (Ch. 08)

Soap/Reader — MDNI 18+

Sorry for the wait as usual. Hope y’all can forgive me!

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FEBRUARY — FRIDAY: 7 days until the wedding

In the month or so after Christmas, your relationship with Johnny had progressed considerably. He was on a particularly challenging tour, but you only heard about his work in sparse mentions. Most of his conversations were centered around your relationship “after we tell Pidge”.

It was all he wanted to talk about.

“After we tell Pidge, we can look for a place together in Glasgow. What do you say, lass?”

“After we tell Pidge, we can take trips with them. Always wanted to see Iceland.”

“After we tell Pidge…”

And on and on and on. It wasn’t that you weren’t excited to be with him. You adored him, and he seemed to feel the same way about you. But, telling Pidge was scaring you out of your damn mind. In the worst case scenario, you’d be losing your best friend and the man that you…

Careful, that dark voice was back in your head , don’t want to say the word, huh?

The man that you… liked a considerable amount. Not love. Love was a commitment. You were not in love.

The dark voice cackled. You ignored it.

You were going to see him this weekend for the combination stag and hen party, and you could think of little else. But, you had plenty to work on. As the maid of honor, this was your time to shine. You needed to prepare for more than just seeing Johnny. In fact, you were about to have six girls at your tiny apartment for a slumber party tomorrow night. The whole 600 square feet of your place was decorated in gold glitter and streamers. There were big B-R-I-D-E letters above your bed, and a giant inflatable diamond ring was propped up on your futon. You’d already sprayed Marlowe twice with the water bottle for threatening it with her claws.

Tonight, though, you were alone. You had asked Johnny if he would fly in early, but he hadn’t been able to confirm. So, you were sitting on your bed, staring at your phone, dressed only in his shirt, praying for some miracle.

You stayed up as late as you could, but still no call.

SATURDAY — Early morning: 6 days until the wedding

Your phone buzzed where it lay against your chest. You slowly awoke, and it was still dark outside. Bleary and only semi-conscious, you picked it up without looking at the screen,

“Hello?” You croaked.

“Mo mèirleach,” he whispered, “Open the door, hen. It’s fuckin’ frigid.”

“What?” You didn’t understand. Johnny was outside? You looked at the clock. It was 0311.

“I’m downstairs! Buzz me up.”

You did, and then you waited, waking up more and more as you stood in the kitchen, drinking some water to clear your dry throat.

He knocked softly, and you let him in. Immediately, and without so much as dropping his rucksack, he pulled you into his arms. You smelled his sweat, a strong hint of fire or smoke, and something you couldn’t quite place. It was almost like gasoline, but not quite. He’d come straight from the field.

“Hey,” he pressed his forehead to yours and kissed you gently, smelling your skin and nuzzling into your hair.

“Hey,” you smiled up at him, hugging him a little tighter.

Having him back was making you feel like no time had passed at all. He held you just as he did when he told you goodbye in December, and now, all of January felt like some wasted dream.

You looked behind him,

“Where are the others? I thought you said they’d be coming to the party this weekend.”

“Put them up at a wee hotel. The Indigo, just a few blocks away. But, I’ve been sleepin’ on the fuckin’ floor too many nights, now. And I wanna be in my woman’s arms instead.”

His woman. Your heart clenched in your chest. He noticed your emotional response to his words; always the observant one. His smile felt so good, even though he had caught you in his snare,

“Aye. You’re my woman, aren’t you?”

Huge, rough hands warmed your skin as they snaked underneath your shirt, reaching up across your belly, finding your hanging breasts and squeezing them ever so gently.

“Shower with me, lass. I’m right filthy.”

“Alright,” you nodded, and he pulled your shirt off the rest of the way, discovering the nothing you were wearing underneath.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Johnny lamented, holding you at arm’s length to study your skin and curves with a deep admiration, “Look at you, mèirleach. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m dreamin’.”

You led him to the bathroom, which you doubted was big enough for the both of you, and he stripped off all of his dirty clothes. You helped him, peeling him apart, layer by layer, discovering him in pieces.

His broad chest filled your vision in the tiny washroom, and you latched onto his nipple, tasting the salt from his sweat as you did and listening to him moan. He laughed from the sudden sensation of it,

“It’s sensitive, lass. Easy…”

Your eyes found his, showing him that you knew what it felt like, and you did not relent. You enjoyed watching him squirm beneath you, his hands resting on the side of your neck, threatening to pull you away when he became overwhelmed.

You gave him a break, kissing across his tattooed ribs and over his belly. He lifted your face up to his, pressing you against the bathroom counter, growling in whispers at you,

“Careful, thief. Don’t go givin’ me ideas.”

“What kind of ideas, Johnny?” You teased, dragging his boxers down over his plump ass to squeeze his cheeks in your hands.

“Ideas about what I’d like to put in that fuckin’ mouth of yours.”

He grabbed your hand and shoved it onto his hard cock, still covered by his boxer briefs, the fabric askew and taut, ready to come off.

“See what you fuckin’ do to me, thief?”

You smiled, staring down at the evidence of what you had done to him. You took his hand and slowly moved it between your legs, letting him curl and experimental finger up just far enough to dip into your wetness.

“See what you do to me?”

He shuddered, his body falling forward, and he caught himself with his free hand on the countertop, pinning you beneath him. He was playing inside of you with his fingertip, as achingly slowly and gently as could be, barely moving it, basking in your warmth. His face contorted into a twisted grimace, and he grunted,

“Fuckin’ hell, mèirleach. Get in the damn shower, or I’ll have you right here, lass.”

The shower curtain rings hissed across their metal rod as he followed you inside. You washed your hair, and you used your soapy hands to wash his. The soap turned brown with dirt and sand, and you made a face, laughing,

“Johnny! You are filthy.”

“Yeah, we ran into some trouble at the end of our mission. Lost contact with base. Had to camp in the wee mountains for a few nights, tryin’ not to freeze to death.”

“Holy shit…”

You pitied him, using your vanilla scented soap to scrub down his body for him, letting him be treated to your sudsy massage.

“Knowin’ I was comin’ back to you kept me goin’. I dreamt about this wee shower, hen. Even Ghost was surprised that I was able to keep my whingin’ to a minimum. But, I knew you were here and I wasnae gonna let anythin’ stop me from comin’ home to you.”

He bent to kiss you, and you kissed him back, letting the water wash over you both, bathing you in the heat of each other. He pulled away, grinning like he’d won something, and you felt the blush rise into your cheeks.

You made the hand signal for him to turn around and he spun, giving you his wide back, planting both of his hands on the wall like you were going to search him.

You started at his neck, washing away days of dirt and grime, feeling his swollen muscles pull and push against his bones. He had a new tattoo on his spine. It was a little Gaelic word that you couldn’t read.

With your fingertip, you traced over the black ink, softly rubbing over the raised skin, healed but fresh. He stilled, realizing you’d noticed it.

“Gealladh. It means ‘promise’.”

You wiped it clear of soap and lay your lips to it, kissing it softly, making him tremble beneath you. You tried to pronounce it, whispering it against his skin.

The rest of the shower went quickly, and by the time you were clean, he was ready to get dirty again, fondling you and rubbing across his curved length hungrily.

He wrapped you in your towel and watched you braid your hair, kissing your neck and sharing your toothbrush. You tried not to be grossed out by it, but you made a face and he rolled his eyes, spitting out the paste into your sink and trying to kiss you with his messy lips. You giggled, leaving him in the bathroom to finish up.

The cool air in your apartment made you clamber to get under the covers, eager to warm up and anxious for him to join you. He sauntered out of the bathroom looking like some Greek god, wet and tanned, tattooed and scarred, fresh from the bonds of war.

He threw his towel down with yours and climbed into bed next to you, curling you up in his arms, sighing with the most delighted contentment. His big jaw pressed into the side of your neck, looking for purchase, and he began to suck and lick at your skin, traveling down your shoulder to your nape, sending shivers down your arms.

“Did you miss me, mo mèirleach?” His voice was so quiet, you could barely hear him.

“I did, mo chridhe,” you whispered back, turning your body to face him.

He took both of your hands in both of his and kissed your forehead. All of his sexual overtones and lurid advances in the shower had somehow been washed away, and as the orange blush of dawn came through your window, he looked changed. His hair was soft, the mohawk all grown out and curling at the tips, his eyes glassy and full of something that looked suspiciously like hope.

“I know this has been hard on you, lass. I’ve been more than just a wee bit selfish, and I want you to know I’ll make it right. I promise you that. Do you hear me?”

You nodded, pressing your cheek to his chest, inching closer to him. He wrapped you in a tight hug, holding you too close.

Did you believe him? Would everything work out for the best? Or were you continuing down a path that would lead to ruin? How easy it was for him to convince you of the opposite. He could lead you like a lamb to the slaughter, and you’d go willingly, bleating up at him with all your love and affection as he pushed you into the chute.

His arm became heavy, and you heard his breaths lengthen in his chest, and you knew he was asleep. You had an alarm set, so you curled up in his warmth, letting him doze, allowing yourself to sink into the murky blackness of sleep along with him.

SATURDAY — Lunchtime: 6 days until the wedding

Johnny had changed into something clean and left you in bed, kissing your face and promising all sorts of filthy things to you after the bar crawl tonight. He begged you to dance with him when you wound up at the club, washing away your worries about Pidge, claiming she’d be too drunk to notice. You rushed him out, warning him she’d be here for lunch, and washed your sheets.

Sure enough, your phone rang and Pidge was outside your apartment, screaming with six other girls to be buzzed up not an hour after Johnny left, and you breathed a sigh of relief they’d missed each other coming and going.

You had the whole day planned out. Lunch was at a little cafe near the river, perfect for a photo op or two. Then, you’d booked a nail salon for mani-pedis for the whole squad. After that, it was back to the apartment to put on your faces before going “out-out”.

For the most part, the day had been a wild success. Pidge was already a little tipsy from the non-stop mimosas, and even though your bank account had seen better days, it wasn’t that bad. Now, you were in the middle of the evening ferality. Someone had ordered a pizza and there was hairspray in places you didn’t think hairspray could go. Marlowe was hiding in her cubby under your bed, and you were already done getting ready.

You’d told everyone it was black and white themed. Ham and Pidge would be in white, with all of you in black, and the goal at the end of the night was for them to find each other by hopping from bar to bar. The stag would chase the hen through downtown Glasgow, and you’d planned to have them all end up at The Berkeley Suite.

There were girls everywhere. It was like a bomb had gone off in your apartment, and there wasn’t really a space for privacy except for the bathroom (as long as you shooed everyone out of it first).

“I’ll just be a second!” You shouted over the thumping music, closing the door behind them.

You took care of business and spent a brief minute checking your phone. You had two texts from Johnny, and when you opened them, your breath caught in your throat.

Mo Chridhe: open this when youre alone thief

Mo Chridhe: blacksuit.jpg

Johnny had sent you a mirror selfie of his outfit, and he looked stunning. You couldn’t believe it was him. You’d never seen him so dressed up. His hair was shaven on the sides, the mohawk back to its full potential, and his suit was a gorgeous black with velvet lapels and a gold chain between the button holes. He wore no tie, instead letting the first two buttons hang open rakishly, showing off his tanned chest.

You texted him back:

You: you are still so damn hot lol

Mo Chridhe: show me you

You obeyed, taking a racy selfie in the bathroom mirror just like he had done. You showed off your cleavage , and the short, high cut of the dress as it hugged your ass. You tried your best to be pouty, just like all the Instagram models, but you weren’t sure if you succeeded.

Mo Chridhe: i might be the luckiest cunt alive or im dreamin

You: lol ;)

Mo Chridhe: ham might be chasin pidge all night but ill be chasin you

You smiled down at your phone before closing the app and returning to the fray.

Glittered, glammed, and ready for a night of debauchery, you took your phone off its charger and made your way out into the cold evening air. Pidge had brought a jacket, but Cherise had decided to go without, claiming that hot girls didn’t get cold. You were definitely cold, so you wondered what that implied.

The first stop was The Variety Bar. You had texted Johnny and told him to warn you before their first bar choice so that you could pay the tab and bolt before Hamish could put his hands on Pidge. But, it didn’t really work out like that. You had all ended up as one big group, and spent most of the time jokingly keeping them from kissing each other. Price held up a wet coaster between their mouths which sent Pidge coughing and spitting, causing enough of a ruckus that you decided to move to the next spot.

Johnny sat with you at the bar while you paid, trying his best to keep his hands off of you.

“Lookin’ like a right goddess tonight, you are.”

“Stop it,” you smiled, “No flirting allowed while your sister is literally right behind us.”

“Och,” he shook his head, “She’s in her own wee world. Where to next, lass?”

You slid the check back to the bartender and thanked him, turning to Johnny and smirking triumphantly, knowing he still needed to pay before he could follow you,

“Don’t you hunt people for a living? Come and get me.”

You left him at the bar, frozen with a delightful look of surprise on his face. You found Pidge and the other girls outside.

“Alright,” you smiled, “Onward. Let’s head over to Max’s.”

“Oh, God,” Anjali sighed, “You really want her to blackout, huh?”

“Fuck it! Max’s it is, ladies!” Pidge screamed.

Everyone cheered and marched on after her. She cuddled into your arm as you walked,

“Thank you so much for this, babes. You’re the best friend a girl could ask for, you know that?”

“You are, too,” you kissed her on her temple and squeezed her arm a bit tighter.

By the time you’d had two drinks at Max’s, Hamish’s clan found you again. Gaz was the one who spotted you through the window, holding his hands up to the glass and pointing you out.

“Uh oh,” you smiled, “Last call, girls.”

Cherise laughed,

“I don’t know why we’re running. Might as well just party with them.”

“It’s tradition, right?” Bekah rolled her eyes.

“Well,” Pidge shrugged, “You all can wait here then, if you prefer the boys to me.”

“No! Pidge, that’s not it, babe,” Cherise protested.

Pidge drunkenly waved her off,

“It’s fine, no worries. See you at Berkeley’s. How about that?”

Pidge stormed off out the door, and you followed behind trying to get her to calm down. She eventually did, drinking the water you had bought for her. But, that was how the group got split. Half the boys ended up with you and Pidge and Anjali, and the other half waited at Max’s until the happy hour rounds were over.

You’d gotten all settled in at Berkeley, listening to the loud club music, letting the high of your buzz wash over you, trying not to think about how nice it would be to have Johnny here, dancing with you like he promised.

Then, Pidge realized she forgot her jacket, so she sent you back to the other bar. You left her with Gaz and Ghost, and Price wandered out into the street with you.

“‘Bout time Hamish finally caught his hen anyway,” you speculated as you walked with him.

“Aye,” he agreed, “And maybe your stag as well.”

Your eyes darted up to him and then checked over your shoulder, just to make sure Pidge wasn’t behind you.

Price continued,

“Are you sure keepin’ him a secret is the right thing? He’s dyin’ to tell her. Fuck, he was tellin’ people he didn’t even know about you.”

You smiled,

“Yeah, I know. I just want the wedding to be about her. Nothing is ever about her, you know? She deserves to have a day where she doesn’t need to consider other people’s feelings for once.”

“What about your feelings?” Price asked.

You didn’t answer him. You just shrugged and kept walking. Suddenly, you heard screaming behind you,

“Wait! Wait up!”

Pidge and the rest of the crew rushed over to you and Price.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“We’re gonna surprise Hamish this time,” Pidge smiled, pulling out a big confetti popper from her purse.

“Oh, God,” you grinned, looping your arm through hers and dragging her along.

Nothing was going according to plan that night, but you were so tired that it was hard for you to care. You weren’t even sure if Hamish’s group was still at the other bar, and you hadn’t heard a thing from Bekah or Cherise.

Finally, you made it back to Max’s. Just as you were about to open the door, it burst open and out poured Johnny, tangled in Bekah’s arms. She was giggling and kissing his cheek, leaving streaks of purple lipstick all over his freshly shaven skin. He was holding her close to him, his fingers digging into her side so tightly.

You knew what that felt like.

You gasped, stepping back, stunned. He looked right into your eyes and stopped. The whole world came to a grinding halt. All of the time that you had spent together seemed to lay out in front of you, prostrating itself, and being found unworthy. You felt nothing. Just a creeping numbness that leaked into your core, a fire burning without kindling, unable to be extinguished.

“Och, Jesus and all the fuckin’ saints,” Pidge threw her hands up, “Couldnae even wait until after the party to get your hands into one of my mates, could you? Arsehole. Get outta the way.”

“No, tha’s not it, Pidge!” He frowned, “Bekah doesnae —”

“Bekah, what?” Pidge spat in his face, “Bekah doesnae care that you’ll turn up next month or next year or next week in a box with the wee Scottish flag draped over it? Okay. Now, move yourself from the door, Jonathan.”

Bekah was sort of octopusing herself around him, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders, sucking on his earlobe, caring very little about the Scottish flag no matter where it was draped.

Johnny was trying to fight her off now, suddenly angry at Pidge,

“What did you just say to me, Brigette?”

“Oh, shut up! You’re just like your da, and you’ll end up dead like him, too. See?” Pidge turned to you suddenly, eyes wild with fury, “This is why I warned you, Johnny MacTavish is a fuckin’ widowmaker. And that’s all he’ll ever be.”

She finally made it around her brother and wrenched the door open, disappearing into the club. Johnny still had Bekah in his arms, and you couldn’t be there anymore. You turned and walked in the direction of your apartment, miles away but hell-bent on getting back there.

“Hey! Wait! Thief, please. This isn’t what it looks like,” his voice was cold and distant. You didn’t turn around to listen. You weren’t sure what it looked like, but you didn’t need to see it to know how it felt.

Johnny could have Bekah. He was allowed to have her. He was not allowed to have you, and you couldn’t have him. That much was clear now. You should’ve listened to your friend. You’d known all along, hadn’t you?

“Wait, mèirleach!”

You spun on him like a snake, striking out sure and true,

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

He could see in your eyes that you were serious, venomous as you were in your delivery. His eyes looked desperate, like a kicked dog, but he didn’t let her go. She smiled and waved at you, looking drunker than you’d ever seen anyone look. You tasted the bile in your mouth from your disgust.

Price jogged to keep up with you, and he grabbed your arm,

“Wait, girl. Just wait a second.”

You jerked your hand away and hailed a cab that was pulled over on your side of the street. You climbed in and shut the door, begging the cabbie to drive quickly, and he did. You stared out the window, watching all of the lights blind you as they seared into your eyes, burning the images you’d seen that night brightly into your memory.

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Chapter 09

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klipkillakai · 1 year ago

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𓍯 his pretty girl 𓍯

warning! 18+ only! mdi pls <3

“y/n! get up!”

“i softly groan and roll over on my bed, the warmth enticing me to stay, i snuggle under the covers again trying to catch the last bits of my very very good dream of a man i know like the back of my hand yet i haven’t seen a day in my life,”

“feeling the covers being tugged off me i snap up and look at my roommate with a pout”

“you’an have to do allat”

‘i say with a slight attitude as i get up and slip my slippers on while scratching my bonnet’

“yo ass don’t like to get up”

‘my best friend since day one says as she’s looks in my mirror checking her ass and twerking a lil’

‘and girl you know we supposed to get up early, we start our first day of classes today nd i’m not trynna be late fr, you know i’m trynna be valedictorian”

‘she says with an unserious eyeroll”

“i look back at her from my bathroom mirror and we both burst out laughing”

‘girl bye, lemme get ready real quick’

“she laughs and shakes her head before walking out my room”

‘i grab my phone and turn on my playlist, humming to the quiet and calm melodies of lana del rey’s voice, i stand in the mirror as i take off my bonnet off and take the wig band off, signing with relief and smiling at the melt “i ate that” i say to myself and i brush out the wig a bit and checking to see if my flat iron heated up yet, i start to straighten it as i slightly dance to “FTCU by Nicki Minaj”

“high heels on my tippies..dolce and gabbana that’s on my tittes”

“i hum the rest slightly flinching when i nick my ear with the iron and scrunching up my face, i finish my hair and head to my vanity to do a quick lil makeup look knowing imma be a little late because of it.. as i’m applying my blush i get a notif from insta from my bestie—

“hurry yo ass up” i read and i laugh and finish up before hopping up and putting on a cute pink matching set, and low ugg’s with a bow on them and a cute heart necklace and bracelet to match, and spraying my treasured strawberry perfume”

“i take a quick pic and post it on my story before grabbing my bag and my keys my my pink sanrio water bottle i found in the kids section of target and i run out the door seeing my bestie in her car on the phone”

‘girl we boutta be latee’ “she says as she pulls out the lot and slightly speeds towards the school, i connect my phone to the bluetooth and i play my music while my acrylics clack against ten screen as i texts some of my friends back and tapping through stories”

“we finally get outside and we both hurry out, blowing kisses to each other as we go in different directions, her being a business major and i being a computer science major”

“i pull on my headphones and i stuff my hands in my white puffer as i walk across campus to the computer hall, not trynna socialize because i’m still tired from earlier— i get to class and i look through the door and i groan when i see the class full of boys and not one girl in sight, i gather my bearings and i open the door quietly, with the professors back turned towards the board and my head down and i walk up the aisle of the seats, feeling eyes all on me as i make my way towards the back and sheepishly sitting in between two boys, immediately feeling shy and embarrassed i open my macbook, littered with pink bows and glittery stickers and i wait for class to start—

“the professor turns around and when i see him my stomach flutters and i try to hide a smile forming on my face by softly raising my hand to my lips and looking down as i text my friend”

-megieee🪽

girl!!

-what?

my professor is fine asf omg 😭

-fr??

-lemme see 🤭

girl imma try, but i literally had to fight back the smile, he’s so tall and 😩! .

and i didn’t even notice him at first because i’m in a class with nothing but boys nd i was mad scared 😭

-i would die omg 😭

“i read the text and i’m about to respond but i suddenly hear my name being called and i look up”

‘y/n?’

“oh! that’s me, sorry i was distracted”

‘i make a show of sliding off my headphones and making eye contact’

‘he stares at me for a second and his eyes slightly lowers before nodding’

“don’t let it happen again” ‘he says in a raspy soft voice and i feel that flutter in my belly again, especially when it’s pared with his tired dead eyes and large frame’—

‘i simply nod and he stays on me for a sec before turning away to the next person on his list, the class goes on and at the end he gives us his number and email to join a whatsapp group just in case we have problems with any of our code at home—

i pack up my computer at the end of class as all the other guys file out the room, smiling at simon quickly as he leaves because he helped me out with one of the bugs i had in my code, i slip my headphone on and i walk down the steps to the exit and i peep my professor texting on his phone with a slight smile and i can’t help but wonder who’s making him smile like that, i quickly go in my camera roll and look for the room number of my next class and i softly frown when i realize i don’t know where that it, i look up at prof and i softly pad to him and i don’t say anything and just wait for him to notice i’m there—

i watch him seemingly sense my presence and look up slowly, i slightly squirm cs i feel as if he’s touching me and i feel my face heat up even tho it doesn’t show..

“u-um i was wondering if you knew when E3345 is?”

‘i step forward a bit and show him my phone, and i get hint of his sent, slightly musky and woody and i bite my lip”

‘he licks his lips slightly and he nods and replies with a soft raspy voice”

‘yea, mr scott.. great teacher, he’s in the building behind us on the second floor.. nd go around the trees yea? wouldn’t want you getting lost’

“he says that with the slightest smirk and the most intense stare i’ve ever seen, his dead eyes having an aura of mischief behind them, his stature radiating intimidation and masculinity and it weighs down on me in the best way possible, it makes my belly flutter and my head spin—

‘i won’t get lost, i’m a big girl’ “and i flash a sweet smile”

‘i bet you are’ “he whispers and i notice his eyes softly lower to my lips before snapping back up to my eyes”

‘t-thank you’

‘anytime’

“i turn around and head towards the door walking out of it, and feeling his eyes follow me along the way”

‘könig thinks to himself “what a pretty girl”

|a/n|

ahh guys this is my first fic and it features my man könig.. this was inspired by a few pics of a man i saw that i think looks like what könig would look like and some fanart i posted previously!! i hope you enjoyed and this is only part 1!! so let me know if you enjoyed and i will soon make a second part! i think this will be very fun! also let me know how to add 2nd part links too this fic so it’ll be easier.. anyways love ya 🪽🩷

#könig x black reader #black reader smut #konig x black reader #könig smut #könig x you #black fem reader #black femininity #konig call of duty #könig is really my man y’all and you can’t tell me other wise 😩

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punk-octo · 4 months ago

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A Happy Memory - Commission Day

Here is the happy Flieder memory as promised! See? I can be nice to her. Enjoy!

5:59 AM read on the clock as Flieder opened her groggy eyes. With a groan, she stretched her arm over the bedside table. Just as the clock struck six, she pressed the button on the top, making it so that it only sounded for a millisecond. She reached up to turn on the lamp next to it, its warm light making her pupils constrict as she sat up with a stretch. Her ‘dormitory’ was actually a small, wood-trimmed, wallpaper-lined office down in the worker quarters of the manor, given to her when she was first promoted a couple of hundred cycles ago. Though, with a few sweet sayings to some stronger units and the help of her friends, Flieder moved a bed and some furnishing in the corner as soon as she could.* She slung her hooves over to have them touch the cold wooden floors. They weren’t lacquered like the expensive floor in the library above her head but she couldn’t imagine stepping on stone or concrete like in some facilities she’s heard horror stories about. She stands up and walks a few cramped steps over to her desk, grabbing a marker and crossing out the day on the calendar. ‘November 19th, time to go to work.’ Flieder puts down the marker and begins her day as she always does. First, she turns her attention to the now rather large lilac bush on the far left corner of the desk with a spray bottle and a trimming tool next to it. She smiles as she picks up the bottle and waters it, taking note that the plant has already been trimmed for the week. At 6:10, Flieder is on the old computer software triple-checking the schedules. Each section was color-coded exactly as she wanted it to be. The cleaning staff had cool colors, the kitchen staff had warm, and the gardening staff had monochromes. Those black and whites were originally bright neon but after a few too many warnings and eventual punishment for wasting printer ink, Flieder sadly has to change it. No matter though, everything was perfect for this week. Flieder notices that they may get some break time since her girls have been marking a 2% increase in work efficiency. She’ll have to organize an event of some type to reward their hard work. By 6:30, Flieder was out of her chair and doing her hair in her small hanging mirror. She had to stand while doing it, her small space not allowing her to add another chair but she didn’t mind at all, at least it was hers. Her hair has always been a bit longer than the other Eules, growing faster and a bit thicker due to some manufacturing mistake. She used to just cut it to be uniform with the rest of the staff but after some encouragement, she decided that it was too much effort just to not stand out. With five brushes on four different sections, Flieder pulls her hair back into a small bun and gives a smile, time to wake the others. She waits at the door for exactly 6:45 before she takes a deep breath and opens it, planning to head down the hall to the larger dormitories. As she swings open the door though, it seems as though her co-workers are already waiting for her, eules, aras, and at least one starling. Flieder’s eyes widen with shock before they all shout out. “SURPRISE!!!”

“GAH!” Flieder stumbled back as her heart leaped to her throat, startled. A few poppers went off as she saw the same faceplate as hers smiling wide at her. Her rear hit her desk, shaking the things on it as the shouting erupted into cheers.

One of the eules she’s known for almost her entire life, Juli, pipes up. “Oh come on Flea! Don’t tell me you don’t know!”

Flieder looks at her as she’s practically dragged into the hall to see everyone else, wracking her brain. “What? We don’t have anything like this on the schedule today!”

Another eule with a dimple on her right cheek, Grübchen, takes her hand, leading her down the hall like a parade. “I told you she’d forget!”

The posse behind her talks loudly as Flieder is pulled into the worker’s dining area. The old tables had been rearranged in the center of the room and a tablecloth had been thrown around them. Makeshift paper streamers lined the walls and flowers from the garden were around as decoration. In the center of the tables was a large raspberry cheesecake, Flieder’s favorite, with three words written on it.

“Happy Commission Day!” The crowd exclaimed as Flieder’s mind finally clicked with a large smile.

Flieder laughs as she is ushered to sit down at the table “Oh revolutionary, I guess it is! You all did this for me? You didn’t have to go through all of the effort-”

An Ara cut her off as she pushed in her chair from behind “Nuh uh, none of that. You got us all something for ours, it’s only fair.”

Flieder looks around at her co-workers as they all wait for her reaction to all of this. Flieder Looks down at the cake and laughs as she goes to cut it. “Well, I suppose a small party before work wouldn’t hurt.”

Everyone sighs in relief as they begin to enjoy themselves at the party, most coming up to give Flieder a small bit or bobble as a gift. The cake is divine as Flieder eats it and relaxes before Juli comes up to her with a grin on her face. “You know Flea, this was all Mohn’s idea.” She wiggles her eyebrows as the other Eule in earshot giggle a bit. Flieder cocks an eyebrow as she swallows a bite.

“Mohn? She’s supposed to be off-planet, no? I thought she was working for at least another week.” Flieder looks around the room, the ARAR was nowhere to be found at the party.

Juli’s grin only grows larger as she leans in. “Well, I’m technically supposed to keep this a secret until after the party but,” She puts a hand up but ‘whispers’ loud enough for everyone at the table to hear, “She took time off and is waiting in the study with a bottle of wine. Just for youuuu~.” Her tone was similar to that of a teenage girl gossiping as all the other eules around Flieder let out a small ‘ooooooo’ at the gossip.

Flieder’s eyes light up and a blush dusts her cheeks. “She’s here? Now? Why didn’t anyone tell me!”

"Because it was a surprise! Super romantic, I’m jealous.” Juli takes the name empty plate from in front of Flieder and looks around the party.

“You can sneak out to see her if you want, you got a whole day off!” Flieder looks around the party, feeling a bit bad for leaving so early but her heart jumps at the idea of running up to the study as quick as she can. She nods and gives everyone a quick thank you before doing exactly that. —

Flieder gave three small knocks on the large study doors before opening them. The study was by far her favorite room in the manor. A large comfortable sofa sat in front of a lit hearth as a familiar form finished pouring two glasses of wine. With her hair handsomely gelled back, her ARAR lover looked up at her with a smile.

“Sorry, I guess I’m a bit early.” Flieder said with a smile as she locked the door behind her and stepped closer.

“Nah, it’s alright, I knew Juli wouldn’t keep her mouth shut.” Mohn replied in her more casual dialect, which Flieder adored. With grace, she stepped forward to close the gap between the two of them and gently grabbed the eule’s waist, pulling her close. With a small laugh, Flieder reached up to wrap her arms around Mohn’s neck, tilting her head up to meet the Ara’s lips. The two melted into the kiss as the fireplace crackled and Flieder smiled against her mouth. Mohn pulled away and pressed her forehead to her lover’s.

“Happy Commission Day.”

#Oh to be a head maid in love #If you are wondering Flea and Mohn broke up because Mohn lkept going off planet for jobs #Flieder felt like she was holding her back from pursuing bigger things so she broke it off #It was sad but no harsh feelings #But yeah look she's happy! She had it all!#Now she's at sierpinski but dont think about that #flieder #signalis oc #signalis #eule signalis

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baldeslut · 1 year ago

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hii !! hope you’re okay, can you write something about alejandro and y/n dating and one day both barcelona men’s and women’s team train together and alejandro can’t keep his eyes off her and he keeps encouraging her or anything else so the team tease them?

just to say your first story was really great ! finally someone who write about balde

Thank u for the compliment i very much appreciate it🫶🏼 and yes im am ok thank you for asking<33 so here you go!!

Glued

Alejandro Balde

Got some inspiration from the Glue song i think its rlly cute

warnings: none. just fluff. Enjoy<33

Today was going to be different. Training with the men’s first club! I was excited to train with my boyfriend as he couldn’t take his eyes off me in the car

“Ale! Keeps your eyes on the road bebé”

I chuckled as he ran his fingers through my hair. We both got out of the car as he kissed my forehead before leaving our separate ways to the locker room.

As i walked out i could feel the butterflies growing in my stomach as he locked eyes with me.

“Hey Y/n Alejandro is looking at you!” Alexia blurts out

I see Alejandro turn his head almost instantly as his friends start to tease him too. I burst out laughing as my friends laugh with me too. We all get our boots on as the technical talk starts, a circle forms and they just talk off. I flashed a smile at Alejandro as he wipes his face, flustered.

“Pssst, Balde look” Gavi says as he silently laughs with Pedri

They set us into 2 different groups as one starts with a running drill and the other with a free kick drill. But i wasnt with Alejandro this time. He pouted as he jogged off to the other side of the pitch to start his running drill. I started with my free kicks as i scored all of them in, i turned around to see Alejandro slowing down in his tracks as he had a proud smile on his face as he made a small heart with his hands.

“He loves you eh?” Fermín says as he points over to Alejandro, as he gives him a look.

“Mhm yeah, he loves me a lotttt” I say as dragging the ‘lot’

A good 45 minutes have past as we walk over for a water break. Alejandro starts to jump up an down like a little child as he heard the water break announcement.

He ran up to me to give me a long, tight hug as he kissed my sweaty cheek (ew sorry omg😭). I saw down on the bench as he took his water bottle, spraying some on his head so he can cool off.

“Amor, your doing so well do you know that” He says

I lean my head on his shoulder as he continues to pepper me with kisses on my forehead.

“Alejandro! Shh” i giggle

“¿Qué? Hm fineee i guess you don’t want them to know your only mine”

“No im joking obviously. I love you Ale!”

I leant my head on his shoulder as he continued to pepper my forehead with kisses. I was tangled in his love. Im so inlove with him. He hugged me tight as the teasing began. He hushed me as he pulled closed for a tight long hug.

“They’re so cuteee” Salma said as she pointed out.

“I bet Alejandro was the first one to say i love you!” Pedri laughed

Alejandro scrunched his nose at Pedri as they continued to tease. It was like Alejandro wasn’t hearing any of this. So i did the same. You adored every single thing about him. To the way he plays to his personality.

“I love you bebé i just want you to know that alright?” He whispers in my ear

“Ugh my gosh here they go again” Lamine scoffs

“You don’t know what love is haha” Frenkie chuckles

“Yes mi amor, i love you soo much too”

A/N writing fluff is just so 👌 to me (i dont write it very often like… i usually only write smut so dont shame me😭) I hope u enjoyed! Its kind of shorter this time because tumblr kept lm closing without saving it so i just got tired of writing sorry🥲

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dearabby1990 · 8 months ago

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Chapter 30: To The Hideout

You’re extremely excited to see Eddie & the boys play tonight. His van packed completely with band equipment he asked Robin to ride you over & he'd be the one taking you home beings you both live together now. He left 2 hours ahead of time for a small rehearsal at Gareth’s & to head to the hideout to set up for tonight’s show. You’ve spent the past hour getting ready not wanting to stick out like a sore thumb you go for a more darker approach tonight even your underwear match your outfit tonight something you pray Eddie appreciates. The new black lace bra & pantie set you got at the mall pulling out your cut off shorts with fishnet stockings with a Megadeath T shirt you turned into a crop top a nice black Smokey eye with smudged liner & the most purist of red lipsticks you would’ve swore the devil himself used his blood to color this lipstick 💄 decidedly grabbing your new boots combat boots with a heel & laced them up spraying a bit of perfume on yourself as you hear the doorbell ringing nonstop. That’s definitely Robin you whip open the door overly excited she looks pumped too she’s wearing black pants with suspenders & a the cure t shirt with a pair of converse “Holy shit jame you look… you look fuckin HOT!!” You burst into a fit of giggles “Thanks Robs you look amazing too!” You notice her cheeks go red you pull her inside “come on girlfriend let’s take a shot before we leave” she looks at you wide eyed “wow someone’s in a wonderfully refreshing mood I likey” you laugh pouring 2 shots of whipped cream flavored vodka “here this is from Philadelphia my grandfather has been making this stuff since my dad was a kid Jacquin’s it’s a liquor factory my grandfather and grandmother both work there they’re like the senior versions of Lavern & Shirley ahahaha” robin slams her shot down “wow that’s…. That’s good! He made that?! Does he make anything else?!” “Oh hell yeah robs every Christmas we all get a box sent to us with a variety of bottles this year I’ll let you take first pick out of it I’ve tried everything so now it’s you guys turn don’t tell Eddie I cracked this he saw it & has been bothering me about it but I was saving it for my best friend” you wink at her & she smiles “I would’ve never thought I’d have a female platonic best friend but I’m so glad you moved here & I’m so grateful for you and..” you cut her rambling “Robs… I love you too & I'm glad you’re my friend let’s take one more of these & hit the road & go have a fuckin blast!” She woots three times raising her hands up in the air she’s always been a good hype man for everyone in your group. Rides with Robin are always a blast blasting Lita Ford through the stereo system scream singing the lyrics singing into the water bottle you hold in your hands pretending it’s a microphone taking turns sharing the mic with Robin 🎼”I went to a part last Saturday night I didn’t get laid I got in a fight uh huhhhhh it ain’t no big thing… Late for work but the traffic was bad had to borrow ten bucks from my old man uh huhhh it ain’t no big thing….”🎼 both of you thrashing your heads as the song quickens 🎼”But i know what I like… I know I like dancing with you…. & you know what you like I know you like dancing with me ohh yeah!!… kiss me once… kiss me twice… come on pretty baby kiss me deadly!!!!!!”🎼 pulling into the parking lot you see Steve Jeff & Gareth smoking a cigarette you Robin kills the engine to your car & you both hop out as gareth runs to engulf you in a hug “you look awesome!” You lean back to check out his getup “no Emerson you look awesome check you out if Eddie didn’t already have my heart you’d be in trouble” you wink at him “oh before I forget a gift you beam digging in the glove compartment pulling out a joint twisting it in his face “all the way from the east coast it’s chronic it’s called Black widow” his eyes sparkle with excitement “go grab Ed’s & I’ll fire it up” he nods & scurries off to grab his best friend when Eddie comes practically tripping over himself at gareth dragging him outside catches sight of you & his breath hitches.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve harrington x y/n #gareth emerson x reader #stranger things fanfic

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panjakes · 1 year ago

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FL CHP.6 PJS

parings: Tiger Hybird!Jay x Fox Hybrid fem black reader

Genre: Fluff; Crack; enemies to lovers au; slow burn

Chwarnings: Cursing

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"can we talk?" Jay asks making Yn frown

"About?" She asks

"earlier...privatly?" He aska again looking at Maddie

Before yn could respond Maddie was already walking back into her parents shop

"What's too talk about? I voiced my concerns and got cussed out" Yn says folding her arms

"Well your concerns shouldnt be about me. Mind your business when it comes to me" Jay snaps making yn nod

"Your right, They shouldnt concern me when your running away from your home and coming to sleep on my couch but whatever. I'll be seeing you" She says turning around to go back into the shop but jay stops her

"I'm sorry. I dont mean to snap im just not use to people being curious or even worried about me" he says making yn roll her eyes

"If you didnt know The goverment gives money monthly to those who adopt hybrids. I was adopted and Im basiclly my parents cash cow" Jay admits

"What about your sister?" Yn ask

"Cindy is actually their kid. We arent biological siblings" Jay says, ears dropping in sadness

"I'm sorry to hear that" Yn says making jay nod

"Your not, but yes. Thats why I snapped on you earlier. I don’t like really like talking about my family." Jay says

Yn sighs before walking down the steps to give jay a hug which shocked honestly the both of them. Jay's arms stayed by his side very awkwardly not knowing if he should hug back or not

"I am sorry to hear that, everyone deserves a loving family" Yn says making jay nod. The girl pulls back from the hug nodding

"I'll meet you in the library tomorrow after school. Dont be late" Yn says turning away to go inside. Jay stood in front of the shop in utter shock.

He knew he and yn couldnt stand each other but that little heart to heart felt genuine. Not only did it feel genuine he now felt weird, and he looked at yn a little diffrently.

"Did you just hug jay?" Maddie asks

"He needed one" Yn says

"Did he?" Maddie asks sounding bitter

"Yes...He did, whats your problem?" She asks

"Oh nothing...it's just you were complaining about how you hated him and now your hugging him?" She asks with a frown

"Mads...are you okay? Your the one who told me to forgive him" Yn says tilting her head and ears in confusion

"I did but this is getting weird" She says scoffing

"Weird? Madelyn whats really the issue here?" Yn asks

"Theres no issue. I'll see you at school tomorrow" The Koala says brushing past yn

Yn stood in the middle of the flower shop genuine concered and confused

"Yn- where's maddie?" Her mom says

"I uh- she left" Yn says

"Oh I thought you were gonna spend the night over there" Her mom says spraying a couple of flowers with water from a spray bottle

"Yeah...Me too" Yn mumbles before walking to the back

"So, where'd you go?" Cindy asks looking up from her plate of food

"To a friends house" jay says not even touching

"cut the shit Jay You have no freinds" she says rolling her eyes

“Why do you care so much?” Jay asks

“Because your my brother and I care about you” she says making him rolls his eyes

“I’m not your brother cindey and you couldn’t give less than a shit about me” jay mumbles pushing the plate of food to the middle of the table

“Where’s this coming from?” She asks with a pout

Jay says nothing as he gets up from the table and goes to his room. Cindy quickly follows behind wanting to know what’s with his attitude

“Seriously what’s your problem?” She asks

“My problem is I’m sick of this. I’m sick of acting like I belong here when I know for a fact that I don’t!” Jay says

“B-but you do. You do belong here” Cindy says

“Stop it Cindy. I don’t. You don’t even belong here. They don’t care about us!” Jay says

“That’s not true! They love us” she says

“They love you! Your their kid! They’re literally never here! They’re not even here now!!” Jay says

“S-so what’re going to do?” She asks

“I don’t know, but I won’t stay here. I can’t” jay says stuffing clothes into a separate bag from his school bag

“Where are you going to go? Back to that fox girls house?” She asks making jay pause

“How’d you know I was at Yn’s house?” He asks

“I seen you two walking together” she says

“No. I’m not going to her house” jay says walking pass her

“Your just gonna leave me here?! Alone!?” Cindy asks

“As if you aren’t use to being alone” jay mumbles before leaving the cat girl shocked with her jaw on the floor

The next day…at school Yn couldn’t help but notice that jay couldn’t focus.

“Mr.Park! Can you please focus?!” The teacher says shaking jay from his thoughts

“Uh yeah, sorry” jay says

“Doesn’t matter, the bells about to ring start packing up” the teacher says making the class pack up their things

Yn stares at jay noticing hie out of it he was. She doesn’t say anything. She just packs her things and makes her way to the library where she said she’d meet him at.

5 minutes go by and jay still wasn’t there so decided she’d start on her homework from history.

Another 5 minutes go by and jay still wasn’t in the library. Yn sighs and decided she’d give Jay until she runs to the vending machine to get to the library.

Coming back from from the vending machine he still wasn’t there. She sighs and starts packing her things but stops when she hears the door open and it walks jay on his phone

“Your 15 minutes later” Yn says sighing

“Yeah I know” he says waving her off taking a seat across from her

“Okay…what do you wanna do first?” She asks

“Uhh English ” he says pulling out his history book

“Uh jay?” Yn says

“What Yn?”

“That’s your history book” she says making him look away from his phone.

“Oh shit, sorry” he says pulling out the right book

“Maybe you should put your phone down, we have a test on the canterbury tales and you don’t seem focus” Yn says

“Your right, I’m sorry let’s do this” jay says putting his phone down

Soon they were studying but it didn’t last long because 6 minutes in, jay was looking back down at his phone

“So who is lady macbeth and what is her role in the story?” Yn asks

“She’s the maid…or some shit” jay mumbles making Yn sigh

“Yeah…the maid. So who’s banquo” Yn asks

“He’s the…” jay trials off

Yn sighs rolling her eyes. Jay wasnt focus at all.

“I-I’ll be back” jay says throwing his phone on the table and rushing out the library. Yn groans grabbing at her fro. She was growing frustrated with jay. Taking the pink scrunchie off her wrist putting her fro into a puff ball

After two minutes jay still wasn’t back but his phone was ringing nonstop. Usually she wouldn’t even look at anyone’s phone but hers but the device had him distracted and she wanted to know why.

Was it his sister? His friends? Wait he didn’t have any friends. Was it his parents? Was it a girl? Why’d she care?

She peaks over at the screen and it seem to be an on going conversation or maybe even an argument with his parents. She didn’t see all the messages but she definitely seen the words ‘brat’ and ‘ungrateful’

She makes an O shape with her mouth. He really didn’t have a good relationship with his parents. She felt bad. He still wasn’t back so she decided to go see if he was okay

She peeks out the door to see jay leaning against a wall with his face in his hands

“Jay? You okay?” Yn asks going over to him

He doesn’t say anything but he made a noise which sounded like a sob?

“Jay? What’s wrong?” Yn asks grabbing at his wrist only for him to push her back

“Got damn leave me the fuck alone yn!” He says scaring her. Her red and black ears drop down in sadness and confusion

“I-I seen your phone, I just want to know if your okay?” She says making jay groan and wipe his face

“Your such a nosey bitch! Just leave me the hell alone” jay says shocking Yn.

He takes a look at her shock face and immediately regrets everything

“Yn- I didn’t mean it im sorry” he says reaching out for her. She shakes her head slapping his hands away

“I may have been wrong for looking at your phone but it was all out of concern for you. You didn’t have to push me or call me a bitch” Yn says, brown skin feeling really hot from how angry she was

“Yn I’m sorry” jay says

“Fuck you jay, find yourself a new tutor” Yn says walking away leaving the tiger hybrid feeling very regretful and really bad about his actions.

Chapter 7 will be on @brownsugarbaybee’s blog so follow her to be kept in the Loop!

#ambw fic #black reader #ambw #black girls are beautiful #black reader insert #kpop poc #kpop #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x black reader #hybrid!reader #hybrid!enhypen

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sugolara · 1 year ago

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𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮

ft. Tomura Shigaraki x fem! reader

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“You suck at this!” F/n laughed at Shigaraki as she held an arcade gun and killed the male multiple times. The male next to her scowled as he raised his gun closer to his face and peeked out the scope as he aimed at F/n’s character, “That’s not fair, you’re camping, you camper!”

“Don’t blame me cause you suck at this!” The girl exclaimed with a grin as she shot Shigaraki’s character.

A few kids watched the two play. They were amazed at how Shigaraki had 18 and F/n had 20 kills. Some kids waited for their turn but left when F/n and Shigaraki kept replaying.

The arcade was loud as it was filled with children screaming and laughing. The blaring music made it hard to hear but it was suitable for the arcade as it blended in with the kids having fun. The arcade was also dirty as half eaten pizza and soda cups littered all over the floor. Coins were dropped as well as tickets and candy wrappers.

“Please, suck at this?” Shigaraki grinned, “How much you wanna bet I’ll catch up and beat your score?”

“Pshh, you wish, but,” F/n thought for a moment then continued, “I’ll bet on our tickets. You win, you keep mine and if I win the same deal.”

“Alright.” Shigaraki pulled his arcade gun near his face and once again peeped through the scope, “Deal.”

The two then gunned each other down while muttering curses as they died. The countdown in the middle made their hearts race as they had limited time to defeat each other.

F/n took a step back as the screen began to give her a headache. The liquor from the party clattered inside her bag as she moved. Shigaraki also took a step back as the screen made his eyes squint. His eyes also began to water as he hadn’t blinked, to focus on hunting F/n down.

Eventually, Shigaraki blinked and caused him to die, leaving F/n to win. The girl raised her arms and grinned while Shigaraki grunted, putting his arcade gun into the slot.

“How ‘bout that!” F/n said as she also put her gun in the slot.

The screen on Shigaraki’s side went red with the word game over and blood oozing down, “Whatever, you just got lucky.”

F/n placed her hands towards Shigaraki, “Tickets my good sir.”

Reluctantly, the male fished out his tickets and placed them in her hand. He then rolled his eyes as the girl grinned at him and began to walk away, presumingly to where the prizes resided.

Reaching the counter, F/n placed her tickets down then pointed to the small water guns, “Two.”

The employee checked the tickets and then nodded as she turned to grab the toy. She handed it to F/n with a polite smile.

The h/c haired girl handed a red water gun to Shigaraki as she kept the blue one. They headed to the front of the arcade where they sat on a bus stop. F/n reached into her backpack and pulled out the liquor from the party.

“You still have that?” Shigaraki asked as he eyed the golden flakes floating.

“Duh.” F/n said as she began to pour the liquor into her water gun, “I checked online and apparently there like a grand–well maybe less than that but it’s expensive. Why let it go to waste?”

She passed the bottle to her friend and he inspected it before doing the same. He looked up as he heard the water gun make a small noise. He dead panned as he saw F/n squirting the liquor into her mouth.

When he finished, he passed the bottle back to the girl and the two made their way to a nearby park. Shigaraki took a sip of the liquor and grimaced, “This shit is nasty.”

“I know but I’m not letting this go to waste.” F/n said as they arrived at the park. “Let's fill this up with water.”

Shigaraki shook his head but followed after her. They filled the gun with water. While Shigaraki filled his, he felt a tiny splash on his cheeks and instantly shot a look at F/n. The girl grinned but quickly covered her face as Shigaraki shot her with water.

The two chuckled and began spraying each other as they ran onto the playground chasing each other. F/n had slipped near the steps which made Shigaraki laugh but was shutted down with water shooting in his mouth. He choked a bit as F/n laughed.

The male chased her as they both jumped off the playground and got back up. With F/n panting near the slide, she hadn’t noticed Shigaraki coming up behind and eventually shooting her. F/n gasped as the action caught her off guard and made her slip falling on the slide.

Shigaraki managed to grab her hand with his pinkies up. F/n smiled but she forced a desperate look, “Don’t let go, Rose.”

Shigaraki stared at her for a second before smiling, “I’ll never let go, Jack.”

He then released her hand and watched as F/n slowly slid down the slide leaving a loud screech as she slid. He stood up and took a step back but a small puddle laid beneath him causing him to eventually fall down the slide harshly and landing on F/n’s back.

“Ow.” F/n said as she lifted her head away from the bark.

Shigaraki gripped his head, “That hurts.”

The two laid there instead of getting up. Although they were in pain, their smiles never left their faces and neither did their beating hearts. They can handle the pain.

#tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #bnha shigaraki #tomura shigaraki x you #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #tomura x y/n #tomura x reader

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hannahssimblr · 11 months ago

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Chapter Twenty (Part 2)

We bike down to the beach together at the warmest part of the day, and because there are only three bicycles, one for Claire and each of her parents, Jude and I decide to share. We take a wobbly ride down the road, all cracked tarmac and chunks of loose rock as I balance on the handlebars. I feel free with the wind in my hair, and I’m reminded of the night that he took me to the abandoned church years ago, a bike ride I was almost sure for several moments that I wouldn’t survive. Jude isn’t like that anymore. He’s careful with me as though I’m something precious he’s afraid to break, and the only time he takes his hands off the handlebars is to join me as I stick both my fingers up at a car full of men who wolf whistle at Claire. We shout obscenities at them in every language we know, but I don’t think that anybody knows anything sufficiently offensive in Greek.

When the sea opens up ahead of us along the coastal road I think I might start to cry. It’s like I’m in a film. Irish waters are a different blue to this. They’re greener, murkier and foamier, beautiful in their own wild and dramatic way, but this slice of the Mediterranean is so clear that I can see the pale sand at the very bottom and a shoal of fish that swims around a small sea stack like the fluid stroke of a brush.

“Woah, don’t lean like that,” Jude warns me. “I’ll lose control and hurl us over the cliffs.” I stare ahead instead to where Claire and Shane swerve down the slope of the road and into the heart of Pissouri village, with its white brick walls and red slate roofs, where the beach opens up ahead of us like the doors of a cathedral. It’s so achingly beautiful that I could fall to my knees and pray to it.

Before I even unroll my towel I am stripping myself down to my swimming togs and running towards the sea like it’s calling me home. “Bit eager,” I hear Shane comment as I go, but I don’t care. I am straight in, head under the turquoise water, my fingers digging into the snow white sand on the seafloor and I watch the interesting shapes and colours of the diffused light until the salt stings my eyes too much and I need to come up for air.

“Jesus,” Claire is saying to me, up to her thighs and no further. “You really went for it, girl. It’s a bit cold.”

“It’s lovely,” I whip wet hair away from my face and spit salt water down my chin. I feel like my enthusiasm is a bit ferocious, considering none of the locals on the beach are swimming, but I don’t really care. I wade in until the sea laps around my chin and I have to stand all the way up on the tips of my toes to touch the bottom while Jude pulls his t-shirt off and dashes to join me. At the same moment, Shane tosses a ball at him far too hard and it flies over his head and lands somewhere close to me. “I have it,” I call out, and toss to Jude, who again, misses it, falling sideways into the water with a dramatic slap in his attempt to snatch it from the air. He surfaces glossy and sleek like a dolphin with the ball in his hand, and he tosses it to Claire who shrieks when it skims the surface and sprays cold water up her torso.

“Let me get all the way in before getting me all wet! I’m not ready.” And then Shane comes out of nowhere with an arm hooked on her waist and dunks her in like he’s baptising her in the river Jordan. I laugh until my stomach hurts, and while she’s spluttering with outrage and Shane is experiencing instant regret and profusely apologising, I think seriously about saying something soft and emotional about how happy all three of them make me and how glad I am to be here with them. I don’t have a chance to because the ball comes for me next and I have to abandon my sentimental side to catch it.

An hour later, Jude and I dry off in the sun while Shane and Claire head off on an excursion to locate some bottled water. I watch them going for ages, hand in hand, laughing and bumping off one another like they’ve just started going out, not like a couple that’s approaching their fourth year together.

“They’re so happy together lately.” I say, flipping over on my towel to get some midday heat on the backs of my legs.

“No need to sound so accusatory.” Jude chuckles.

“I’m not, it’s just an observation. They’ve been so loved up the last few weeks, it’s just a pretty stark contrast after the months on end they spent arguing in the kitchen.”

“I guess they’ve just worked it out. I’m happy for them.”

“Yeah but I’m just curious about what’s changed all of a sudden. I wish they’d just tell us.”

“Well, they will in their own time, I’m sure.” He says, and picks up the can of suncream. “Do you want me to get your back? It’s been like two hours since you last put it on.”

“God, you’re so attentive.” I say.

“Again with the accusations,” He quips, and sprays it onto the small of my back. My eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his hand on my skin. “He’s always been obsessed with her anyway,” He continues. “I’m not that surprised that he’s compromised for her, I really think he’d do anything if it meant keeping her forever.”

“You think that’s what’s happened? He’s compromised?”

“He’s finishing his degree, right? Isn’t that a compromise?”

“What if she’s compromised?”

He moves to the skin between my shoulder blades, “What would that involve?”

“Dunno,” I tug my lip thoughtfully between my teeth, “Shane just seems too happy about finishing up that course, it made him so unhappy, and he’s just so stubborn,” I peer at Jude, “Do you think you’d give up on your dreams for a girl?”

“Hm,” A line comes between his eyebrows. “Depends on what dreams and what girl.”

“What’s your dream right now?” He sprays sun cream onto my upper thighs and I move quickly to rub it in before he can.

“Work-wise?”

“Yeah.”

“You know,” He sighs and leans back into his towel with a distant look out over the sea, “I’ve been thinking more and more about getting into film after college.”

“Film?” I echo, surprised.

“Mm, like, my degree could open up some possibilities in things like props and practical effects, and honestly I really really like the sound of that. It seems like something with real purpose. I’d love all of that stuff, I’ve just been researching so much about it and watching all of these videos about the process,” He looks at me and his eyes are dancing, “You know, like the way that they make all of those specialty objects for Wes Anderson movies, I like to imagine myself doing that, I’d be so good at it. I’m so detail oriented, it just seems perfect.”

I kind of feel bad asking him my next question because he seems so thrilled by the idea of his future, but the whole point of this conversation is the ultimatum, “Would you give that up for a woman?”

“It depends if she would ask.”

“Hypothetically, she would.”

“Is this woman you?”

I pause. “I don’t think I’d ask that of you.”

“Hypothetically.”

“Yeah, okay, this woman is me then. And I’m asking you to give up your Hollywood practical effects dream and come and live with me in Tullamore and get a job in the local insurance firm.”

‘Then yeah, I would.”

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t be thrilled about it, but yeah, I mean, if that’s what you really wanted from me then I’d probably do it.”

“Wow.”

“Am I being too intense?”

“A bit.”

He shrugs. “Maybe I wouldn’t then. It’s an extreme scenario anyway, I really don’t think you’re going to move back to Tullamore and expect me to become an insurance broker.”

“No,” I agree, “I’m definitely not going to do that. There’s no art scene there anyway, unless I ran some sad art gallery in the town that sells boring paintings of sunflowers in big white jugs and cards made by kids in the local primary schools.”

“So realistically, where are you going? What’s the compromise?’

“London,” I say, and the word slips from my lips too easily, a dead giveaway to the fact that I’ve thought about this before. Extensively. “I don’t know. I’ve always wanted to live there, it sounds so exciting.”

“I bet there’s a great art scene.”

“Exactly,” I turn over to face him, and my hand reaches out to clutch on and help him to understand how much I want this. Hypothetically. “I just want somewhere bigger, and better, where you’ll never see the same person twice, not on the street or the bus or the tube, it’s just so fluid and dynamic. I’m obsessed with the idea of being unknown, and yet having this incredible space to create, surrounded by other amazing artists, and there’d be so much to do, I’d never ever be bored. I could go to exhibitions and plays and gigs every night of the week. I would be fabulous… But that’s not the point,” I add self-consciously, “If I wanted to move to London, would you give up your dream to come with me?”

“Still yes, but I wouldn’t have to give up my dream to go to London. I could do the film stuff there.”

Wild, unfettered excitement swells inside me and bursts into a million tiny stars in my chest. “You could,” I realise. “We could both be happy there.”

“Uh huh.”

“Am I being too intense now?”

“I like intense,” He splits into a grin and we squeeze each other’s hands, and I realise that all of the things that frightened me about him are slowly dissolving, bit by bit. The fear that he will hurt me, disappoint me, leave me behind, if there is any truth of promise now to the expression on his face, I’m suddenly certain that he won’t do any of those things. “For the record, if it was Tullamore I’d be happy too.”

I roll my eyes, “My God, you wouldn’t, why say these things. Nobody is happy there. I can’t even imagine it, you’d be a complete anomaly.”

“I might visit one day and love it, you never know.”

I have an invasive thought of him standing in the low-ceilinged living room of my parents house and shaking hands with my father. I shudder. As though reading my thoughts, Jude says, “Have you told your parents about me?”

“What? No, of course not,” I say, flipping back onto my front. “I don’t tell them things about my personal life.”

“Why not?”

“Because they’d start trying to find out things about you, and it’s none of their business. I just like to keep things separate, and like, something about having a romantic relationship seems deeply embarrassing. I don’t want them to know that I kiss.”

He laughs, “You’re so interesting.”

“Do your parents know about me?”

“Of course, you’ve been in their house about twenty times in the last month.”

“Yes but never while they’ve been home.”

“My sister has a big mouth, she tells my mother that I’ve had a girl in my room every evening between six and eight PM.”

My face burns, “Oh God, I bet Colette thinks I’m some sort of hussy.”

“She doesn’t, I’ve told her that I’ve met someone really special and that she means a lot to me, and she’s confused, because I’ve told her that you’re not actually my girlfriend, we just hang out, but like, in a non-platonic way.”

“Hm. Yes.” I mutter.

“And I’m like, yeah, fair, that part confuses me too, but it’s alright because I get to make out with her on my bed for like two hours and sometimes she lets me put my hands up her top.”

I am horrified, “You don’t.”

“No, of course I don’t,” He snorts. “What kind of fucked up thing would that be to say to my mother?”

In the distance, I spot Shane and Claire coming back from the store. Shane has a big two litre bottle of water tucked underneath his arm, but they’ve taken a pit stop to furiously kiss underneath a sun umbrella. I look at the sea cliffs instead, lit up the colour of honey and dotted with patches of dried brush. “Do you think I’m stupid for not being your girlfriend?”

“No, I don’t.”

“At times I think I am.”

“What difference does it make, Evie, it’s just a title.”

“Mm.”

“I think you’re a little afraid of doing things that go against your own personal script, though. I think you don’t like the idea of being a girlfriend, because you’ve never had to do it before, but it’s fine. What we’re doing feels like the same thing, you can call it what you want to call it.” A wounded look comes over his face. “Unless you’re actually not, like, committed to this and you’re currently seeing other people at the same time.”

“What? No, I’m not, when would I even have time? Are you?”

“Obviously no. It wouldn’t exactly be fair, and it would negate the whole STI test, wouldn’t it? If I was just hooking up with other women.”

“You got a test done?”

“Yeah and, oh, I forgot to tell you, I have everything.”

“Everything?”

“All of the STIs. I have the full deck.”

“Oh, crazy, me too,” We join hands. “We’re so riddled.”

“It’s worth pointing out that I’m actually clean,” He says with some worry, as though I might in some universe actually believe that he has all of the STIs. “Do with that what you will.”

“Oh, yeah. Cool. Nice,” I say, and turn my face the other way to hide this new blush that’s crept up.

“Yeah,” He says, “Nice.”

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scribeoffate · 11 months ago

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Truedemon + threefold death + Febuwhump prompt “you’re not allowed to die?”

thank you for the prompt!

behind a cut cw: Scott whump, referenced suicide, discussion of war, canon typical violence Guidelines for requesting a fic here

Deucalion pulls Scott into his arms. The overwhelming scent of blood alone would have been enough to trigger his change into demon wolf form. But the fact that Scott feels limp and lifeless in his arms causes him to roar with anger.

Deucalion glowers into the distance. The hunters that did this to him are out there, and he wants retribution. Scott gasps and sputters, coughing a spray of blood into the air. Some of it splatters against Deucalion’s cheek.

“Don’t,” Scott croaks, and Deucalion only feels more incensed. He’d know this peace summit was a vile idea from the beginning.

“Please,” Scott begs, and Deucalion stifles his second roar. Scott is alive. For now. More or less.

“I’ll stop,” Deucalion snarls. “But you’re not allowed to die. If you die, no one will be able to stop me from tearing everyone who dared to do this to you, limb from limb.”

Scott’s shoulders relax, and he turns his face to Deucalion’s chest against his t-shirt. “Yeah, okay, I can live with that.”

Scott can’t live with this. The constant fear of being hunted. The pressure of trying to save more lives than they lose.

“That was number four,” Scott mutters, tracing his fingers along the still-healing bullet wounds. It’s been four days, and his lungs still seize when he breathes, like and unlike the asthma of his childhood all at once.

“Pardon?” Deucalion answers.

“Deaths. That was my fourth one. I thought,” Scott doesn’t quite sob, “there were only three.”

Deucalion’s face darkens. Like he hadn’t been one of the creatures trying to kill Scott like he hadn’t been half the reason he’d considered setting himself on fire in a motel parking lot.

“I haven’t any idea what you’re on about.”

Scott watches more of his skin knit together. It’s agonizingly slow, the healing.

“Me, either.”

Deucalion shoves a bottle of water and a protein bar into Scott’s hands. The world outside their tent seems distant for the moment. Scott drinks the water but sets the bar on the ground beside him.

“The threefold death is…”

Scott sighs, it hurts. “I know what it is. It’s what Jennifer did. It has nothing to do with how many times a person can die.”

Deucalion regards him, “For most people, that’s only the once.”

“Says you,” Scott retorts. “Weren’t you dead in that shipyard?”

“Clearly not,” Deucalion answers. He settles on the cot and drinks what smells like tea from a dented tin cup.

“The peace summit wasn’t a bad idea,” Scott says, pushing himself from the ground with a grunt of pain.

“Clearly not,” Deucalion answers again, this time with a thickly sarcastic tone.

Scott waits for a wave of dizziness to pass before settling on the cot beside Deucalion and leaning his head on the demon wolf’s shoulder.

Deucalion runs his fingers through Scott’s hair.

“I can’t live like this,” Scott says quietly. “It feels like it’s never going to be over. The peace summit felt like our last chance.”

“What went wrong?”

Scott’s heart pounds as he walks onto the open field. He can feel eyes and weapons trained on him. The hair on the back of his neck stands straight up as he takes each step.

Tamora Monroe meets him in the middle. She looks as exhausted as he feels. It’s so much like the first time that Scott has to stifle a flashback of the underground tunnels.

“Please,” Scott says softly, “we can stop this now.”

He’s gotten through to her. He knows he has.

He can’t tell who takes the first shot. One moment, they’re about to come to an understanding, and the next moment, bullets fly through the air. He throws himself over her, wincing in pain each time another slug slams into him.

When the air clears, filled only with the smoke of discharged weapons, he can barely roll over.

Tamora coughs and looks at him, eyes wide. “Why?”

Scott licks the blood from his lips. “We were never enemies,” he answers, sliding into blissful unconsciousness.

(4.)

“The same thing that always happens,” Scott says. “Someone got scared.”

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declinlalune · 2 years ago

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Water You Doing Here? || Andy & Leticia

TIMING: before their run in with teagan after she's attacked by rhett. PARTIES: @rhythmicmeow & @declinlalune SUMMARY: andy and leticia run into each other with the return of the hellhound. CONTENT WARNINGS: parental death, eye injury.

Andy heard the sound of somebody else’s footsteps and she had half a mind to slink further off of the path and use the nest of shrubbery as a hiding place, but quickly decided against it. The feeling that ran up her spine told her it would have been pointless, anyway. It wasn’t a wolf, but something else. She paused momentarily before continuing up the trail. After just a moment, Andy recognized the familiar feeling. Before she could speculate any longer on who might round the corner, she was met face to face with Leticia.

She stopped abruptly, unable to stop the smile that pulled at the corners of her lips. “I didn’t think I’d be running into you so soon.” Who the fuck said that? She cleared her throat. “I mean, in the woods. I thought it’d be your shop.” Dumbass.

Leticia had been wandering, it was a constant fight to clear her mind these days and she had thought that a walk would offer some kind of peace. Something soothing and familiar that would let her breathe easier. But she hadn’t expected Andy. Not the kind of familiar that she had been looking for, but a welcome presence regardless.

The other woman finally looked at her and Leticia halfwaved at her. “But you were planning on running into me?” The light teasing came as naturally as it ever did, but on Leticia’s end it felt distant and muddled like the rest of the world. But she clung to it regardless, hoping for something to remain as it was. “I usually go on runs around this time, or walks. Depending on my mood.” She took a few steps toward Andy, “Are you heading back already?”

The back of Andy’s neck reddened slightly and she was suddenly grateful that the hike had brought a natural flush to her cheeks. “Yeah, I mean, the music is good.” She paused, and with a laugh she tugged at the end of her braid. “What would I look like, going somewhere else for vinyls?” She bit the inside of her cheek, suddenly feeling a little dumb.

“Hm?” She shook her head. “No, I only just started, really.” Andy offered Leticia a smile and pointed down the trail. “The river is that way. Was thinking of sitting at it, maybe contemplate life, you know.” Not necessarily a lie, but Andy wasn’t typically the kind of person to sit and contemplate anything. She did so by moving. It got her brain working. “What about you? Enjoying your walk?”

“I don’t know. I’ve only seen you in two outfits now, but probably something black. Sneakier, you know?” Leticia grinned before shrugging a shoulder. “I haven’t stopped by the bakery yet either, hands have been kind of full.” And her head too. And her heart - heavier. But those were all things that Leticia held in.

Her eyes followed where Andy pointed and almost immediately realized where she was. Close to where she had fought with that beast the last time she ventured out this way. “The river, hm? Make sure you don’t get too close to the water.” She quickly smiled, “I’ve just heard the pull of the river can get really strong this time of year.” It wasn’t a lie, but Leticia still felt uneasy giving their friend a vague warning. “I could go for a while longer,” she admitted. “Trying to work up the nerve to be an adult.”

“But green is my favorite color.” Andy teased back. She wore it in almost every outfit. Even today, the tank top and flannel she wore were no match for the forest green hiking shorts she adorned. She liked it that way, though. “Oh, no worries. I’m sure you’ll make it by when you can.” Andy hoped she would, at least.

“Are you threatening to push me in?” She asked with a laugh, crossing her arms over her chest. Today’s hike was supposed to be quick, and the backpack she wore was on the smaller side with a bottle of water, bear spray, and a compass, just in case. There was something different about Leticia this go around. Andy wondered if she’d faced any hardship since the last time they’d seen one another, then realized it was none of her business. “An adult, huh?” Andy let out another laugh, this time less sarcastic. “I can offer you company, or we can go our separate ways and I just have to hope you’ll drop by.” She wasn’t sure what possessed her to say that. “The bear claws won’t eat themselves, obviously.”

“Oh. So, you would wear this out to go find another shop to spend your time in? I see, I see.” Leticia had told herself to distance herself from others just in case the worst possible scenario she had formed in her mind would come true. It was bad enough that Nora was going to get sucked into the misery that Leticia was reaping, the last thing Andy deserved was to be dragged into the oncoming storm. But selfishly, she didn’t want to be alone. So, she teased and carried on like nothing had shifted.

“No!” She frowned slightly this time and crossed her arms. “I’m serious, the water can be real dangerous this time of year.” And Leticia wasn’t sure if this particular part of the water was going to be protected or not. But now she was worried that Andy thought she was out to kill her. Avoiding the other woman’s eyes, she nodded her head, trying not to exhale too loudly. Not wanting to open the door wide open. And thankfully, Andy didn’t push in for more information. “Well, we’re headed in the same direction, aren’t we?” She worried at her lip and then shrugged. “I can try to be quiet if you want. You know, for your life contemplation.”

“Only if I’ve just come from a hike, though.” Andy failed at winking and immediately pretended that she’d gotten something stuck in her eye. She lifted her hand to rub at it, knuckles making her vision blur only slightly. “But who knows, maybe I’m down for some espionage. What is it, like some Rodeo and Julien story or something?” She’d gotten that hysterically wrong, but she didn’t move to correct herself.

At Leticia’s insistence, Andy raised her hands as if to surrender. “Okay, okay, I’ll be good by the water.” Realistically, Andy knew the dangers. Although she didn’t like reflecting on her time at hunter camps, or during self-trained sessions her father put her through, the water, surprisingly, had become a battleground. What would happen if you lost your footing during a fight? Wolves roam the forest, and can often be found near water sources. How long can you hold your breath? Can you fight the current and the beast? Andy cleared her throat, hoping to dislodge the reminders by physically acting, so she took a small step closer to Leticia, allowing the buzz from what– no, who she was take precedent.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Head is always full of thoughts despite the distractions.” Andy smiled at Leticia before motioning the woman forward, falling into stride next to her quite easily. “I was mostly thinking about whether or not I wanted to eat the beef or the cheese ravioli tonight.” She looked over at the brunette, hopeful that her aimless chatter would help distract her from whatever was clearly bothering her. “Got a vote?”

Leticia thought about saying something to correct what Andy had said, but immediately thought better of it. Maybe there was a version of Romeo and Juliet that was a different twist on the story? But either way, the other dots didn’t connect quite right. Star crossed lovers over vinyl stores? She tipped her head to the side and then hummed, “I guess I do have a small balcony.”

“Good,” she replied, sounding all too pleased with herself. “And besides, if I had any plans in throwing you into the water, I wouldn’t warn you about it first.” Leticia mentally kicked herself, wanting to distract from the water remarks she had been making, she was making a fool of herself in an entirely different way now. But she could stand to look a little stupid if it meant that Andy stayed safe.

Letting out a snort, Leticia fell in step with Andy. But her own confusing thoughts were disrupted by laughter. “Beef or cheese ravioli?” She looked at Andy and then shook her head. “Just beef? Or is this like a building muscle thing like...” She glanced at Andy’s arms before telling herself to focus, and to stop being weird. Trying to let the distraction do its job, Leticia bobbed her head to the side. “Both isn’t a choice, is it? If it’s just one... beef. But you need sides. You can’t just eat beef.” There was a brief moment of silence and immediately Leticia felt her mind slipping back into every aggravating thought she had for the past week. Forcing herself to focus on Andy, she glanced at the other woman as they walked. “Can I ask... are you from here?” The last time they had met, Leticia had been working and she had held back all her prying questions. But out here? Maybe now was the time.

Andy grinned at Leticia’s revelation that maybe Rubois and Julia could encapsulate her shop warring with another one, all the while Andy being the one in between it all. It was a funny thought, but Andy still wasn’t sure if she was getting the name of the play right. Her high school education had been cut short, so she knew very little about popular literature amongst English teachers.

“Really?” She raised a brow, and with a laugh she shook her head. “I guess you do have a point. Better to surprise, or whatever.” It was getting easier to ignore the voice in her head– the one that told her she’d be a disappointment to her parents. Andy knew she would be, but she’d made peace with the fact that she would have never meant much to them anyway, especially not after Alex had been bit. Despite the guilt and the fact that Andy often felt invasive by just being around shifters, she didn’t hold those hollowed out ideas of right and wrong anymore. She never had, really, but especially not now. Not after everything she’d been through with Alex.

“Yeah, like in the can.” Andy tossed a sideways glance at Leticia before leveling her gaze on the path. She hadn’t noticed it too much before, maybe because she was used to being next to Alex so often, but Leti was shorter than her. Unlike with most people, Andy could see clear over the brunette’s head. It was a weird feeling. “Building muscle? No, I just really like chef boyardee.” Andy knew it sounded ridiculous. “My sister and I ate it a lot, I guess it’s sort of a comfort food or whatever.” She shrugged, thinking back to the nights where they heated it in the one pot they had over a small propane stove top. Silence fell between them, but only for a moment. At Leti’s question, Andy opened her mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by the sound of hoof-like feet hitting dirt, and then a vicious snarl.

Andy turned around just in time to see the hellhound crash through the brush next to them. She grabbed Leticia’s arm, yanking her to the side so that she wouldn’t get caught by the snapping jaws of the beast. Upon first inspection, the hellhound looked rough, but if its stomach was full, that didn’t mean anything– it’d turn them to a crisp without a second thought. “Are you okay?” She asked before tugging Leti instinctively behind her.

“I said if I were going to. That doesn’t mean I will in the future. I would simply plan better if I was going to prank you like that.” And she would likely have a towel and some spare clothes on the side to make sure that as funny as it was — Andy wasn’t entirely miserable after. Pranks were only funny if they could both laugh. Leticia might not have been the butt end of the jokes when it came to stage work or most of the things that happened on her tours, but she always remembered feeling second hand guilt for not stopping it. “And I don’t have a spare shirt,” she added lightly. “So unless you’re carrying one with you, you’d just be soaking wet and sad. Not really in the spirit of fun.”

A can. Leticia looked at Andy like she had two heads for a moment. Her mother would have heard that and demanded Andy sit at the table for some real food, all the while judging their diets and asking if they could even cook. Her mother, for as much care as she had for other people, was never gentle with her words. “Canned… cheese raviolis, right? Not canned beef?” There was a hint of desperation in her voice.

Comfort food was fair, and Leticia tipped her head to the side and closed her eyes. Nodding just slightly. “No I just thought… the beef, for protein and muscles— I knew a guy back in New York who was very serious about body building and he had the strangest diet. So no judgment…” But maybe a little judgment. “Just concern!” Mostly concern. But before she could fully explain her stance, Andy had grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the way of the hellhound.

A hand placed on Andy’s shoulder, Leticia was leaning to the side to see the beast. The mark on the snout of the beast was familiar, “Fuck,” she whispered, barely processing that Andy had sensed the beast long before Leticia had noticed it. It paced around them, snarling at them — no, at Leticia. “I’m fine, “ she whispered to Andy. “But I know this one.” The confession felt heavier than it should have been, but until Leticia knew how Andy knew about the hellhound before it had jumped out at them, she couldn’t help but be nervous to a degree. “I tangoed with this one before. That mark on his face, I left that.”

“I’ll make sure to keep my defenses up, just in case you decide to push me into a pool.” It wasn’t like she hung around pools to begin with, but the image of Leticia following her just to follow through on their conversation was a little funny to Andy. At least, it was enough to tease her back about it. As much as she wanted to go into detail about the moisture wicking sports bras she wore, she kept her mouth shut. It wasn’t a detail that Leticia needed to know, and Andy knew she’d only further embarrass herself if she did bring it up. “So miserable, you’re so right.”

The pause Leticia took before addressing the monster that was Andy’s eating habits was not uncommon. The grin that broke across her features was hard to dispel, because really, she knew that chef boyardee wasn’t for everyone. She had gotten better about eating real meals now that Kaden was around. “No, there is canned beef, too.” She gave Leticia a sideways glance. “It’s not that weird. They can tuna, too. It’s the same thing… basically.” She wasn’t actually sure if it was or not. It didn’t matter. “No bulking up for me, not really.” Andy built muscle fairly naturally, thanks to the whole being a ranger thing. It was one of the only good things about it.

As much as Andy wanted to continue bantering back and forth, whether about the potential to be pushed into a body of water, or about her eating habits, the hellhound interrupting them made it impossible to fall back into the easy rhythm of their previous conversation.

Andy sucked in a breath and looked over at Leticia as she mentioned that she’d been the one to create the elongated scar on its face. Andy already knew she wasn’t a wolf, but the mark had definitely come from something clawed. Even though Andy didn’t think that the hellhound deserved to die, she’d have no choice but to defend herself and Leticia from it if it came down to it. “You got it pretty good,” Andy commended, stiffening slightly as it unhinged its jaws. The redhead grabbed Leti, pulling her to the side as a yellow gas expelled across the pathway. “Don’t let that touch you,” she warned, breath hitching in her throat as she backed up further, careful to maneuver Leticia so that she was still behind her. Even if Leti could shift and create another scar like the one the hellhound wore, Andy would prefer that not to happen. She didn’t want her new friend to get hurt.

“Keep backing up.” Andy slowly and carefully swung her bag around off of her shoulder, digging into it to find the bear spray. She pulled it out and looked over her shoulder at Leti. “This might kick back on us, but it’s better than nothing.” The bear spray doubled down as a monster spray, and Andy preferred it over anything else. It wasn’t like she wanted to go around stabbing things.

With Andy blocking her direct view of the hellhound, Leticia wished they could go back and argue about canned beef and how it was not the same as canned tuna. Or talk about the music that her sister was tormenting her with. Instead, she questioning how Andy knew the hellhound had been in the bushes in the first place. That inkling fear that she had done it again, become friends with a hunter. It was almost funny how Letiica had managed to avoid them for the majority of her life and here she had managed to make herself comfortable among them.

The beast snarled as the women moved along the path, keeping careful distance between themselves and it. “I knew it would be back,” she muttered to herself. Leticia had no way of knowing for sure, but what she knew about these particular beasts was very little outside the fact they traveled in groups. This one, it seemed, was alone again. And hopefully, it would stay that way. Her hands came up to Andy’s shoulder, bracing herself against the other woman, trying not to get in the way as they moved.

“What the fuck is that?” The yellow gas missed them, but Leticia tugged on her sleeve to cover her mouth and nose more fully. As the hellhound released the gas, it turned toward them with more confidence. Stalking toward them as if it had cornered its prey. Leticia wasn’t sure if she could take another battle with it — and she wasn’t sure the spirit would differentiate between Andy and the hellhound. Muttering a curse in Spanish under her breath, Leticia thought she had prepared herself for what was about to happen. But the second Andy sprayed the hellhound, Leticia felt the backspray immediately.

Bringing her sleeved hand moved to her eyes now, rubbing them and immediately regretting it. The hellhound was having a similar time, roaring at the two women as it shook its head wildly, trying to escape the mist that was now clinging to its eyes. Panicked, the beast backed up and roared again, this time, slightly off the trail and not directly at the women. Thrashing its head, the beast roared before inhaling deeply and exhaling fire. Leticia blinked rapidly, feeling the heat. “Maybe hit it again?” She whispered, worried that raising her voice would lead the creature right to them. “It can’t make heads or tails of what’s going on.” Which was sad in its own way, but even if the balam within sympathized with the other beast, they were very different beings. It was the spray or a true fight. And Leticia wasn’t eager for another dance.

Leticia was saying something, but Andy couldn’t focus on it too much, too worried that if she took her eyes off of the beast, it’d lunge at them and she wouldn’t be fast enough to keep it from digging its teeth into either of them. The gas glittered in the low stream of light that bled through the canopy of trees and Andy sneered, shuffling backwards a few more inches to avoid it as it began to drift with a small gust of wind.

The spray hit the hellhound, but doubled back on them as well. Andy had gotten sprayed plenty of times by it– a kind of preparation so that she would be equipped to deal with it, and though those training sessions had been back in Tennessee with her parents, she made sure to keep up with this particular one, especially because she knew how often she’d be relying on the can of spray rather than a knife. It still hurt like a bitch, though, and Andy wheezed slightly as it coated her tongue.

Before she could tell Leticia not to rub her eyes, she was doing so. Andy held onto her joke for later, realizing now was not the time. The beast backed up, hooved feet digging into the earth as it thrashed its head from one side to the other as if to expel something from its ears. It unhinged its jaws again and this time in place of the gas was fire. Andy could feel the warmth of it against her chest, but she was far enough back that it didn’t exactly hit her. Leticia’s voice brought Andy to the forefront of what was happening and Andy nodded firmly, blasting the spray towards the hellhound again. She had the knife in her backpack, somewhere, but didn’t want to use it– not unless it were absolutely necessary.

The beast roared again, spittle and flame falling from its mouth. Its teeth bared, tongue lolling from the corner of its mouth as it kicked back again, dirt flying from its hind legs as it crashed onto its side. A visceral squeal left the creature as it snorted, flames departing its now closed mouth, leaking from between gums and teeth. It slammed its nose against the earth, wiping its snout against the dirt in an attempt that Andy could only assume was to rid itself of the sting. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Andy whispered, knowing that the creature, if it could understand the apology, would think it was bullshit. She moved an arm around Leticia, pushing her back slightly as she tried to blink the sting away from her own eyes. “Go to the water, I think it will lose us there.” Andy whispered hurriedly, turning to the smaller woman before urging her along.

Between the burning sensation that got worse with each rotation of her hand over her eye and the snarling of the hellhound as it rubbed its face into the ground, trying in the same desperate way to free itself from the bear spray that Andy had used – Leticia heard something she hadn’t expected. A whispered apology from Andy. The question was still in the back of her mind, one that Leticia had let slide as far away from the center of herself so that she could allow herself to be this close to Andy and not second guess every movement.

But the apology made her question her original question. Was Andy a ranger? That had been the first question. But the bear spray and the apology, and maybe a quiet desperation to do no harm to the beast – what was Andy really? She was apologizing to a creature that was actively trying to harm them, hunting them in its own way. She was choosing kindness and Leticia was swimming in a new kind of confusion. The attention was now on her, and Leticia tried to keep her eyes open to get a better look at Andy’s face in the middle of the madness, but she was right – they needed to get to the water. And getting away was more important than Leticia sorting out whatever she was feeling.

Leticia reached for Andy’s hand, not wanting to lose her own footing, but also not wanting to run off and find herself alone without her. As soon as her fingers wrapped around her hand, Leticia started running at Andy’s side, only separating once they were at the water and not hesitating before using the raised rocks that broke the flow of the water to get to the other side of the stream. Her hand immediately extended to help Andy cross with her. Her mind was twisted with confusion, but her actions showed none of that hesitation.

The hellhound was barreling through but its face was pressed to the ground as if trying to find their scent still. But if Leticia’s burning senses were a hint of what the beast was experiencing, he couldn’t smell them. Which left it with one reliable sense left. She brought a finger to her lips, silently instructing Andy to keep quiet before she crouched down and grabbed a stone from the bed of the river. The hellhound lifted its head, breathing at an accelerated rate. Frustrated, most likely. His plot for revenge hadn’t gone the way he had hoped. Leticia threw the rock as far as she could and the second it hit the ground; the hellhound ran.

A few moments passed before Leticia started breathing more easily. Her hand was immediately at her eyes again, rubbing away, trying to get the spray out of her eyes. “Fucking hell.” Leticia dropped to the ground, sitting down by the river. “You know, this isn’t quite what I imagined when you said sitting by the river and contemplating things.” She huffed a laugh before pulling her hands away from her eyes and blinking rapidly. The pain was distracting, but not enough for Leticia to silence the question from before. “You knew it was coming, didn’t you?” Leticia shook her head. It wasn’t the question she needed an answer for. “Did you know about me?” But the real question hung in the silence after. One Leticia was still too cowardly to ask outright: you’re a ranger?

Leticia’s hand found her own and Andy gave it a tight squeeze. Whether it was out of reassurance or to make sure that the other woman was actually there and it wasn’t some vicious phantom feeling, she wasn’t sure. Andy only spared one glance towards the hellhound as it bleated pathetically, a mixture of gas and fire erupting from its snout. Guilt pulled at her like a leash, and while she knew she had no choice to incapacitate the beast, this was better than actively putting silver into its throat.

The way in which the water flowed was far too calm a backdrop in comparison with the beast behind them. The urge to continue upstream was stifled as Leticia broke away, dashing across a nature made pathway. Andy followed suit, her hand finding the other woman’s once again. It’d been lucky she’d worn her waterproof boots. She hated having wet socks. Andy fell into a low crouch just next to Leticia as she brought her fingers to her lips. She watched in silence as Leti picked up a rock, chucking it towards the opposite corner of where they were hidden. As soon as it connected with the ground, the hellhound let out another terrifying squeal and headed in its direction, continuing down the path and chasing after something that hadn’t even existed.

With every breath that Andy took, she could feel the burn of the spray at the back of her throat. She blinked rapidly as she moved towards the water, flattening her knuckles into the cool stream. She brought them out, pressing them against her reddened eyes, grateful for the sudden relief. The sky above them looked like mosaic tiles between the dense copse of trees, and suddenly she was grateful that the sun wasn’t blaring over her. Andy leveled her gaze with Leticia who was rubbing at her eyes again. Just before she could offer her own method, Leticia was making jokes. “Well, I guess adrenaline gets the gears turning?” Andy offered back with a light laugh, wincing at the taste of the spray still on her tongue.

The reality of what had happened hadn’t really hit Andy, not quite. To her, she was doing her best with the tools she had against something that was actively trying to harm herself and Leticia. To the other woman, it probably set off warning signals. “I–” She paused, a sort of quiet desperation taking over her. Leticia didn’t exactly command an explanation from her, but didn’t she deserve one? Andy sat in silence for a few seconds before she pressed her hands underneath the water again. The sensation would at least keep her grounded. “Yeah, I… knew.” She worried the inside of her cheek with her teeth, digging her fingers into the pebble ridden bed of the river. The water rushed over her hands, still on its way forward despite the sudden obstacle.

“I don’t…” How could she phrase this? Though she didn’t know Leticia very well, Andy knew that she deserved some truth. Whatever Leticia was, Luis and Nicole were the same, and while the former wasn’t exactly a close friend, Nicole meant something to her, too. Lying to Leticia would be like lying to her, and Andy didn’t want to do that, not to either of them. “I did. Know about you. I don’t…” She let out a frustrated sigh, pulling her hands from the water after deciding she didn’t deserve the calming sensation. Her eyes and throat still burned and the worry that the hellhound might circle back had her in a chokehold. But she knew that they needed to have this conversation now, or else Leticia might never speak to her again. Did it matter if she didn’t? It wasn't like they were best friends or anything, or something else– she was just a pretty girl that Andy had stumbled over her words in front of. A pretty girl who had actively helped her in the fight against the hellhound, even if it meant running. Andy liked running away. She didn’t want to fight. Leticia didn’t want her to, either.

“Whatever you’re thinking is true.” Because Leticia knew she wasn’t a shifter, she would be able to smell it on her if that were the case. “But I don’t…” She tested the words, “I don’t hunt. I haven’t. Not ever. I was raised to, but I don’t… I can’t.” Andy didn’t feel right outing Alex, not even if it would provide Leti with more insight or a sense of relief. “I can still feel it all, I know what to do, with the… training I had, but I’ve never– I wouldn’t.” She looked at Leti, desperate for the other woman to believe her. Iron filled her mouth as the adrenaline faded and she tightened her hands into fists at her sides.

Her laughter betrayed her. Leticia had tried to keep all the emotions she was feeling from spilling out, but in the sudden calm in the aftermath of what they had faced, it felt like she had no control over herself. Mostly. The balam was calm despite her internal struggles. She touched her eye once more and winced, cursing herself before following Andy’s example and dipping her hands into the water, doing her best to clean the spray out of her senses. But the relief the chill of the water brought didn’t last. It couldn't.

The reality of Wicked’s Rest was an unexpected weight. Her mother had sworn up and down on the phone that this place would be the safest for her until they were together again. But everywhere she looked, it seemed she found another hunter. None of them cut from the same horrific cloth that Leticia had imagined from the horror stories. And that was another thing that stirred fear in her heart. How could she know what to look and to avoid them if the ones she found weren’t the monsters that hid in the shadows, waiting for her to be alone?

The confession out loud felt heavier in the open air. Frustration and hurt settled into the damage of her heart, and she splashed more water on her face, only half-tempted to put her entire head underwater just to buy herself another moment to collect her thoughts. Andy hadn’t owed her an explanation. And hiding the fact she was a hunter and knew Leticia’s secret wasn’t something she had to reveal either. They were omissions of the truth. The very same things that Leticia tucked away from most of the people she met. It wasn’t a lie. But it left the same sting.

Andy stumbled over her words and Leticia stayed silent, trying not to jump in and assume the ending before she had a chance to speak. This wasn’t the same as back in the shop where Andy would fumble over a word or two – it was cute or funny in the same way, either. Meeting her eyes, Leticia inhaled deeply, trying to process.

She wished this was easier. She wished she could look at Andy and spit in her face and fall into the anger and grief she had felt months ago. She wished she could look at her and see a monster instead of a person because that would make things easier. It would make her feelings simple and the path forward would be clear. But Andy was looking at Leticia and had quietly talked about a life she didn’t participate in and the more that Leticia knew the less she understood.

They weren’t friends in the way that Leticia and Emilio had been. They hadn’t spent hours avoiding their responsibilities and sharing random things about each other. It wasn’t a betrayal. But it stung in a way that Leticia didn’t know how to quiet. Her eyes burning for a new reason now, her head tipping toward the sky as she told herself she wasn’t going to cry because she had no reason to be this hurt. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely steady.

Inhaling deeply, Leticia held her breath for a moment before slowly letting it out, finally bringing her gaze back to Andy. “I believe you.” Which was the truth. Andy had done nothing to warrant any distrust, but there was some pain she couldn’t wave away. All she could do was react, and maybe not pretending to be just fine was the first step in a direction of being fine. “I don’t know how to feel,” she admitted. “I believe you, I just...” But Andy had a sister which meant there was a family of rangers here. Were they all like Andy? Or was this a choice she made on her own?

It was too much to think about in the moment. She had to focus on this and this alone.

“You could have killed that thing,” she finally said. “You could have let it kill me. But you didn’t.” Saying it all out loud felt better than trying to organize it in her head. And the more she said, the safer she felt. Those were all choices that Andy made that she didn’t have to. Things that kept Leticia safe and the other beast even when it was bent on killing them. Her actions filled in every word that Andy couldn’t speak. Words were cheap but everything Andy had done matched what she said now – Leticia scrubbed a hand over her face.

“Your secret is safe with me.” Because it was a secret. There were a thousand beings out there just like her that would tear Andy apart even if her hands were clean. Existing was the crime that couldn’t be forgiven – just as the hunters did to supernaturals. It was a bloody war that no one was going to win.

Pushing herself up from the ground, Leticia dusted off her pants. “My dad taught me that a person was the sum of their own actions. I doubt he intended for me to apply that logic to a ranger but...” Leticia shrugged, knowing that her father had died at the hands of a ranger. The thought simmered under the surface of her words, and bringing new thoughts to life. Did the hunter who killed him know Andy? Were they related? Did they have the same hair? The same freckles? Did it matter?

Leticia extended a hand out to Andy to help her stand. “Again, not quite the contemplation by the river I had imagined.” Though there was a faint smile on her lips, her tone sounded too sad to match the expression.

Andy stayed silent, searching for something in Leticia’s expression that told her they were done for. Whatever they meant in this context. Andy wanted friends. She wanted to trust people not to hurt herself or Alex. She wanted normal. But if she couldn’t be honest with those same people about who she was, what did she deserve? Not a goddamn thing.

Leticia’s apology, however, caught Andy off guard. Silence ensued and Andy began to feel lightheaded. Maybe it’d been all the gas and fumes from the bear spray. Whatever it was, the feeling that settled over her now was not a good one. There was no relief, not this time. Andy met Leticia’s gaze, and though she’d been searching for something prior, she wasn’t sure she would find the hatred she thought she deserved. Even if it was true that Andy wasn’t a hunter in the usual sense, didn’t she deserve anger from shifters? From anyone who was hunted simply for the way they existed? Andy thought so.

“You don’t have to feel anything about it,” Andy croaked, voice hoarse. She looked down at her hands, clasping them together. There were scars that ran deep from the training and the defensive maneuvers she’d done as a child, and though they were covered in freckles, too— (a reminder that she was also human), from the moment she’d taken her first breath, she was meant to be a weapon. Especially against those like Leticia. She hated herself for it, even if it hadn’t been her fault.

Leticia continued and Andy’s heart sank further. “I wouldn’t have let it. Kill you.” The words tasted rancid, but not because she didn’t believe in them. It was because she did. “I didn’t want to kill it, either. It’s lost and alone, and…” She shrugged, squeezing her hands tightly together. “Maybe it’s fucked up, or maybe it’s selfish to let it run off and maybe hurt somebody else, but it was just defending its land.” Even if that hadn’t been true, it was what Andy wanted to believe.

Andy bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood. It flattened over her tongue, a reminder of what she’d done, or rather, what she hadn’t done. Despite her parents’ efforts, either in practice or in memory, she hadn’t turned out like them. She revolted against their ideologies, and while Alex hated herself for other reasons, all Andy could do for either of them was pretend. But here in this moment with Leticia, there was no pretending.

“Yours, too,” Andy reassured, voice cracking slightly. She knew what it meant coming from Leticia, and even though she knew if another ranger waltzed in on them right now they’d be able to single her out, it mattered to Andy to reciprocate the promise. Even if it did not bind them in some odd way in which a fae’s words did, it might as well have.

Andy watched as Leticia got to her feet, listening intently to the words she spoke. She dropped her hands away, pressing them against her knees only to look down and see the crescent marks on her knuckles. She averted her gaze, stomach twisting again. “I’ve got the genes, but that’s all there is. Maybe the knowledge, too, but…” She let out a soft breath, rubbing her still burning eyes with the back of her hand. At least if she cried she could pass it off for what the spray had done. “I never wanted this. To be this. Ever.” Andy finally got to her feet, standing across from the other woman. “I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you right away.”

She didn’t have to feel anything about it. It was funny that Leticia was still holding onto this idea that she needed to have all the answers immediately in the moment in order to be a good person — to give everyone around her the closure they needed without any consideration of what she needed. But Andy stood there, clearly hurting by the reality they were faced with, and didn’t force it. Didn’t distract from the importance of what Leticia was feeling for her own benefit. Another reason that Leticia couldn’t hate her, as much as she wanted to.

But life in Wicked’s Rest was never as simple as Leticia had thought it would be. It was a small town in every sense of the word, including the drama that was packed within the limits of the town.

“I know you wouldn’t have. I mean…” Everything she said sounded ridiculous. “You didn’t hesitate to put yourself between me and it.” It had been an instinct. The same kind her father had to protect her, the same kind that her mother had when her first thoughts after the death of her husband had been to call Leticia and warn her that she needed to get to safety. It was the kind of instinct that came with a kind heart that cared about others.

Looking down the path in the direction the hellhound had run in, Andy was right about that at least — they should have killed it. But Leticia hadn’t moved to take that hit either. But to her, it had been different. Killing that vampire was devastating because that was a person, who had people, wants, dreams, things that Leticia could easily quantify. And Andy was treating this animal with the same remorse. Maybe to Andy, they were the same. One could easily turn into two and once that blood was there, that wasn’t the kind of stain that could be washed off a soul.

Leticia knew that much, too.

“I appreciate that,” Leticia whispered, her expression softening. In another situation, she would have taken a step forward and wrapped her arms around Andy and offered some kind of physical comfort. But she didn’t know what Andy needed or what might help — or what would make it worse. She hid her hands in her jacket pockets. Uncertainty settled in her chest as every unanswered question that was pulling at her mind was left unspoken, and the silence that filled the air between them felt like a heavy answer that Leticia didn’t want to interrupt.

Andy continued to speak, not asking for forgiveness for existing but still asking for forgiveness for not coming forward as soon as she felt whatever sense she had about Leticia when they first met. She wanted to offer her forgiveness. To give her that absolution that Leticia thought might help Andy center herself and realize that being alive wasn’t something to be sorry for. Andy had done nothing wrong. Her existence wasn’t something worthy of punishment, no matter what the surrounding forces might have claimed.

But Leticia didn’t have the words. Which was funny coming from a person who had spent twelve years of their lives singing on a stage and sharing their heart with people in the form of words and music. But she didn’t know the ones that Andy needed to hear to make this better. She had people working on those songs with her, whispering the perfect phrases in her ear so she could find the words that would match perfectly in the way that people would think was magic.

In her need for perfection, Leticia chose silence. Heavy and mourning the person that Andy might have been if things had been different. “You don’t need to apologize,” she finally said. “I wouldn’t have told you about what I am unless I had to. And that’s… I’m proud of what I am. And I still keep it close to my chest because… once secrets are told, there is no way to take it back. You can’t unspeak words.” The thoughts that were finally coming out were muddied. “I’m sorry too. I wish we had less devastating secrets.”

Leticia seemed so different from the woman Andy had met in the shop. This Leticia was careful words and a thousand yard stare. But this version of her was the same, even if in a different setting. She was still the same, just endangered. Andy couldn’t blame her if this was the version of her that she got from now on. As much as Andy wanted to pity herself, she couldn’t bring herself to do so. This wasn’t about her. To Leticia, people like her were violent and put Leticia’s kind and so many others in danger.

Andy didn’t like the intimate level in which she was getting to know Leticia. It should have been on different terms. On Leticia’s terms. Not because something terrible had almost happened and the truth tumbled between them like broken glass.

“Okay.” Andy had to believe Leticia’s words, no matter how much she wanted to doubt them. It’d be a disservice to push back on Leticia’s forgiveness, even if at the most basic level.

With Alex it had been easy. Alex had known that Andy wouldn’t hurt her. She’d seen it, even before getting turned. With others like her, though, how much convincing would Andy have to do to fall into alignment with what they thought was a good person? Or even an okay person? Leticia wasn’t the only one. What if neither Nicole nor Leah accepted her truth the same way? What if her friends began to drop like flies? She’d just allowed herself the opportunity to gain them, and as selfish as it was, she didn’t want to lose them to something she didn’t want to be.

Andy flexed her fingers, frustrated with how stiff they’d become. “I…” Andy wanted to say she understood, but did she? Nobody could point her out in a crowd and automatically assume the worst of her just because she was something else beneath human skin. “It makes sense. Easier to keep quiet.” She thought about Alex and how that was her secret. How through everything, it was her sister that was her top priority. And while she knew her story would put things into perspective for Leticia if she came clean about it all, she couldn’t bring herself to. She didn’t want Leticia’s pity.

“The river of contemplation knows no bounds, apparently.” Andy felt the sting of uncertainty and mourning before turning away from Leticia. “We should head back. Before it comes back for us.”

There was something to be said in the relief in not having to lie to another person. It was funny in a way; how much Leticia had wanted to be known and be herself and be seen as who she was and not the caricature the world had seen her as for a decade. This hadn’t been the way she had imagined it, not against her will or on accident, and certainly not to ranger.

But there was no room left in her heart for the grief of what could have been or what should have been. Leticia couldn’t keep planting those seeds in her heart -- the amount of regret she was starting to carry was going to kill her if she kept it up.

“Safer, too.” It was why her mother had wanted her to stay home from school instead of mingling with the hundreds of humans that surrounded them daily. And why she always had furrowed brows when her father took her in hand and dragged her out to the record shop that he ran. Being seen so often was dangerous for them. But being told to be proud of she was and being told to hide it in the same breath, Leticia never knew which side of the line to stand on.

Looking at the water as Andy mentioned it again, a sad smile touched the corner of Leticia’s mouth. It was still running peacefully by, untouched by the chaos that had just unfolded around it. She had imagined them sitting at the side of the river and relaxing. Not speaking, perhaps, or even arguing about the shapes of the clouds. Something simple and mindless – something normal.

“Right,” Leticia whispered, finally. Her gaze lifting from the water next to them and focusing on the woman who had just turned around. So much had been said and so much had been discovered, but with every word they had shared, new questions had come forward and more confusion and hesitance burrowed its way into Leticia’s heart. “Let’s go.” She moved next to Andy, almost patting her on the back to signal that they should both start, but stopped, putting her hand back in her pocket and bobbing her head in the direction of the trail that headed away from where they had last seen the creature.

A silent walk would do them both some good.

#para: water you doing here?#para: leticia #wickedswriting #alt titles being #dawn left me to go to costco and left me to name it myself #another one being i had to reupload this bc the title card disappeared #another being please come back dawn you went out for milk at costco 40 years ago #parental death tw #eye injury tw

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At Shadyside High School, a senior week color war poster hangs on the wall in the darkened corridor. Simon exits a side door, holding a bin that says Lost & Found and tosses it on the floor in front of the bathrooms as the other’s rummage through it.

“Alright, we have to decontaminate. You can’t have any of Sam’s blood on you.”

“Welp, not much I can do about that.”

With a saddened expression, Sam steps away as Deena follows her. Angelica grabs her clothes before rising.

“Rub-a-dub-dub time!”

Simon and Josh enter the men’s room and Kate and Angelica walk into the girls room, closing the door behind them. She begins stripping from her clothes as Kate enters an empty stall, getting undressed. She washes her hands before tossing the paper towels into the trash bin next to her.

“Do you really think this is going to work?” Kate asks.

“I don’t know. But Josh might say yes.” Josephine chuckles.

Still in her bra and panties, she stands there. Angelica looks at herself in the mirror, wanting to come to conclusions that she may be bisexual. But she couldn’t think about that until Kate’s voice rang from the other side of the stall door, breaking Angelica out of her thoughts.

“Josi… Can you help me?”

Turning around, she felt herself freeze before proceeding. She pushes open the stall door to reveal Kate standing in the dingy stall in her bra and panties as well.

“Make sure my back is clean.” Kate says as Josephine looks away. “You’re gonna have to look at me.”

Heart pounding, Angelica does it anyway. The two girls make eye contact before Kate turns, so her back is facing Josephine. She moves her hair to the side and tells her that her back is clean. Kate turns to face Angelica, doing the same thing as she checks for Sam’s blood. Finding nothing, the girls get dressed before they exit the bathroom when they see Simon. He grins widely.

“Holy shit,”

“Shut up, it was barely anything.”

Simon wears a blue cardigan as Angelica wears a green hoodie with black pants and a white tank top. Josh emerges from the boys room as well in his borrowed clothes. Sam and Deena enter as their eyes look away, fingers laced.

“Wait. Did you… all go to pound town?” Simon asks, grinning.

Everyone looks around almost embarrassed.

“Me too.” Simon grins again.

Kate unties a rope from the dummy's neck. Deena yanks the knife out, taking Sam to the girl’s bathroom, slicing her girlfriend’s palm open. A bucket of water sits as Sam clenches her fist as the droplets of blood drip into the water, soaking in.

Angelica sets up bottles from the chemistry lab. They lead trails of blood through the school after emptying the bottles. Outside, Angelica waits as she stands next to Kate. Deena comes out as Josh approaches them nervously.

Simon quickly rushes towards the three teens, panicked and flustered.

“Dude! She’s here! I saw her! She was… she was so fucking crazy! She was doing it! Following the blood trails!” He shouts.

Kate and Angelica look over. “It’s working. Skull Mask freak, three o’clock.”

Nightwing lumbers by in his burlap mask, somewhere else, Ruby’s singing echoes through the hall as Skull Mask stalks toward the blood trail, soon coming into the dim light. Ruby follows as Kate begins to panic, turning to Deena.

“If this doesn’t work, I’ll murder you!”

With tears in her eyes, Angelica and Josh look back as heavy breathing is heard. Nightwing saunters toward the group whilst following the blood trail, causing the kids to panic. He grips the ax before sprinting.

“They’re all here.”

One by one, the Shadyside killers enter the bathroom as Simon pulls the bathroom door shut. Sam emerges to the corridor as Kates ties off the girl’s bathroom door. Deena throws her lighter as Josephine grabs one of the fire extinguishers, pressing herself against the wall as the other’s join, standing side by side, cramped.

Soon, an explosion sounds nearby, flames exit the door. The teens spread out, spraying each inch of the burned bathroom. Mush from the killer’s sit all around, making it hard to determine which killer is which. The teens survey the broken mirrors and black matter. Simon and Deena chuckle.

Lumps of meat come together as Josh looks down, kneeling as they collide. They. A hand emerges as Kate grabs the kid away as they all make a run for it. The teens escape into an empty classroom as Simon locks the door, putting a table in front of the door.

Angelica begins to panic as the group of teens pour out the bathroom, and towards a nearby classroom, shutting and locking the door behind them. The frantic teens begin barricading the locked door, Angelica sitting on the table as the tension rises...

“We’re fucked!” Angelica shouts.

“No, no. We are not fucked. She’s fucked. They’re coming for her.” Kate says. “If we put Sam in the hall, we end this now.”

“You’re a monster.”

“I’m being reasonable.”

Deena steps closer to Kate, visibly pissed off.

“We can’t run anymore." Angelica says.

"Yeah, I agree." Kate says. "A bullet won’t stop them, fine. They’re really strong. But we just tried to goddam explode them, and that didn’t work.”

“You’re suggesting killing her.”

“I mean, that’s not exactly what she’s saying.”

“Oh, you’re on her side?”

“You’d let us all die to protect her.” Angelica sneered, grabbing Josh’s backpack off his shoulder. “Look at this. Okay, all of this.”

She pulls the bag open, pulling out each news clipping one by one; Ruby Lane, Milk Man, amongst others. “Dead, dead, dead! This is the way. It’s the only way.”

Josh drops to his knees in front of several news clippings that are now on the floor as Angelica leans against a table, unable to read Josh’s expression. Kate finishes.

“Sam’s gotta go.”

Deena and Sam make eye contact with each other, looking back at Kate and Angelica, regret creeping up on her.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Angelica’s right. I don’t want you guys to die for me. I’m going. I’m ending this.”

“No, you’re not. Are you crazy?”

Sam grabs Deena’s face, bringing their foreheads together so they touch before abruptly pulling away and walking toward the door as Simon grabs her. Deena shouts Sam’s name, Kate unlocks the door, letting her loose. Sam steps out as the raven haired girl locks the door back.

Restraining her, she pleads for Josh to help as he looks down at the clippings. He picks up a newspaper clipping that says ‘Camp Night Massacre Survivor A. Bishop Saw witch’ as Josh’s lips part.

Angelica looks at the clipping as well, recognizing the name. But she couldn't think about that at the moment as she panics as she watched josh slink to his knees, looking more sad than before. Suddenly, in a blink of the eye, they pull Sam back into the room as she stood there confused. The Nightwing killer hacks at the classroom door, eager to get in.

“There’s another way.” Josh says. “A. Bishop. She’s the key.”

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mellowpiepizzalamp · 3 years ago

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Cutting Buck’s hair

Summary: Bucky’s hair didn’t sit good with him anymore.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, my rubbish writing (it’s a warning)

Word count: ~1300 words

A/N: just a disclaimer I AM NOT A HAIRDRESSER, I just put Brad Mondo’s video into writing. Also, I love Bucky with long hair, but I couldn’t help but imagine something like this. Also, I think it’s free if like skin colour and hair colour description of the reader, exept she/her pronouns. If you find something let me know because it’s not supposed to be here. If I get any shit from someone for using dutch at the end I will block you because it’s my first language and I’d like to use it sometimes because I know I would if I was with someone who didn’t speak dutch. Bye loves!

“Buck, can we go to the store today? We can get your favourite crisps too and- Are you okay?” she was cut off by the sight of Bucky tracing his scars with a judging look while his hair kept falling into his face as he stood before the mirror.

He jumped when he realised she stood at the bathroom door. “Yeah, Yeah, fine. I was just uhm, what were you saying?” he said and scrambled to put on his shirt.

“Bucky calm down. What’s worrying you?” she asked him and held him by his elbows. His hands were trembling and he doubtfully put his hands on her skin.

“I- I just, I-” he couldn’t get the words out, avoided her eyes, breathed heavily and tears started to form in his eyes.

“Do the breathing exercise with me yeah? In and out, slowly.” They breathed together until he could keep the rhythm.

“I had a nightmare last night, but you were still sleeping when I woke up, so I didn’t want to wake you up, but that nightmare was horrible.” He managed to keep his breathing even but the tears still started.

“You can always wake me, okay? No matter the reason,” she soothed and opened her arms for a hug.

“I hate the scars and the stupid arm, but worst of all, I hate the hair. It reminds me of the Winter Soldier and I don’t want to be him anymore, never wanted to be.” He cried into her neck as he hid his face.

After the year they had been together, she was proud of how far they had come. It was still hard at times but they faced it together.

“Your body might have been the Winter Soldier but your heart and mind never were. And your body had changed too you know. You have scars from fighting on the side you have always wanted to, you have a different arm that’s way stronger, you get to decide who you are, who you love, where you go, everything. And if your hair is standing in the way of you being happy, we can cut it,” she smiled.

He lifted his head and rested it against hers. “Will you do it?” he asked, just above a whisper.

“I’m not a hairdresser,” she said nervously.

“I don’t want anyone else to do it,” he said as he took a step back and look at the ground.

“Okay, I can try. Don’t kill me if it looks bad,” she smiled and pulled him back and gave him a kiss.

“I’ll lock you in the house with me if that happens.”

“Ah, so I get to fuck up your hair and get a reward.”

Three days later she came back after buying some things she might need after the advice of a real hairdresser.

“Buck, I’ve got everything, literally. I’ve got clippers, a comb, official hair scissors, even thinning sheers, metal hair clips, a water bottle spray thing and advice of a hairdresser.” She smiled as he came out of the kitchen, half his hair in a bun, and still eating cereal.

“Thanks, doll, can we do it now?” he asked with his puppy eyes.

“Of course! You go and sit down and I’ll get a towel and fill the bottle.”

When she got that all she put the towel around his neck and carefully secured it with a safety pin.

She grabbed the stool on wheels from her office before sitting down on it. “Want me to tell you what I’m doing?” He nodded and smiled at her through the mirror once she put it upon the table.

She placed a kiss on top of his head before she began. “First I’m going to chop off all this length,” she grinned in an American accent she knew he hated.

He mocked a fake glare that faded away with a kiss on his cheek.

“Ready?” she asked as her scissors stood at the ready to cut the fist strand halfway. He nodded and met her eyes in the mirror.

“You’re going to need to talk, otherwise it isn’t my fault I fuck up your hair,” she smiled.

“Yes, I’m ready,” he said and heaved a breath of excitement. She cut it off and handed it to him. As she did the rest, it fell to the ground as Bucky still saved the first strands. “

Now, we have a very nice bob, something for you, monsieur?” she asked with a smile and he scrunched his nose. She kept playing with European words, as in words from European languages, as she was used to, due to her very Dutch background.

“Then we need to section your hair,” she smiled and wheeled to get the metal clippers and comb from the table in front of them.

“I’m going to comb it back and from here I’m going to do it like this and clip this up, see?” she turned his head for him to see and he smiled.

She finished sectioning and took him through the process. “Now the clippers, with the longest thing for on it, I don’t know what they’re called,” she said and plugged it in.

“Guards, need me to put them on?” “Yes,” she handed it to him.

“Okay, she said I needed to hold the comb in one hand and the clippers in the others and do it like this,” she started and went around his whole head with a certain motion.

“If I shave your ear off, that’s not my problem,” she murmured as she now did the parts by his ears as she’s been avoiding those. He smiled, making his ears move and she gave him a look through the mirror.

“That’s dangerous Barnes.” She finished and got him to switch it to a smaller guard and repeated the motion but in a different way, Bucky didn’t know anymore but went along.

She switched guards again and he figured out she was doing some sort of gradient on his hair, it started to look really good.

“I’m fixing these bits now,” she smiled and cleaned up his hairline.

She took the thinning sheers and cleared the top parts until they were both happy with it. She let down his top hair and parted it in two after wetting his hair. Then she proceeded to section it in more bits and cut it at an angle. She combed it back into the next small section and cut it off at the same angle and length.

After measuring if the front two bits were the same lengths she did the other side too. She kept his hair wet throughout and was now putting a heat protector in his hair and blow-dried it.

She styled it a bit to one side and then revealed it to him, although he had been looking the whole time.

“I left it a bit longer on top so I don’t ruin it for the barber but I hope you like it.” He kept looking at it and couldn’t help but touch the back of his head.

“Also, I uhm, I went off of this picture with styling. I hope I wasn’t doing wrong by doing that,” she held up a very old picture of him and Steve on a mountain on a mission.

Bucky was speechless and just flung himself at her while he cried tears of happiness.

“Thank you, how did you get that picture?”

She smiled softly at him and said, “Steve owed me,” and winked. “I’m asking you later about that,” he said in her neck and dragged her over to the sofa and laid down with her.

As he started to cry again she held him and let him do so.

“Thank you so much, I’ve never felt more myself since falling off that fucking train.” he said with a teary smile before kissing her softly.

“Anytime mijn lief.” [my love, in dutch]

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x y/n #marvel

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slippinmickeys · 2 years ago

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Three Part Harmony (2/?)

An hour later found them filling up the truck at a tiny two-pump country gas station that still measured the gallons pumped on a creeping analog dial. The guns had been stashed in the glove box while Mulder went inside to pay.

William, an overly-warm weight in her arms, was heavily asleep; he hadn’t roused or even moved much, despite the thirty miles of bad road they’d been on before finding an empty state highway that wound north. A car had pulled up next to them at the opposite pump, and the woman in the car’s passenger seat was looking at the child in Scully’s lap and giving her a sternly disapproving look. Scully shifted uncomfortably then startled as the truck’s other door creaked open and Mulder swung back into the cab. He deposited two bottles of water, a sleeve of powdered Donettes and a spotted banana on the bench in between them and gave her a small smile.

“Pickings were skim,” he said. “Everything all right?” Scully flicked her eyes to the woman in the other car who was still staring with reproachful eyes.

“Please let’s go,” she said quickly, and Mulder wasted no more time, turning the truck over and bumping back out onto the highway.

“We need a car seat,” she said, “and a car it will fit in.” She could smell the sharp scent of urine wafting up from William, and she mentally catalogued all the other things they’d need: diapers, formula, clothes.

“Yeah,” Mulder sighed from beside her. She already knew where his head was at; they had maybe eighty dollars between them, and that was before the gas.

“Do we risk accessing the Craddock fund?” she asked him.

She saw him clench his jaw. “I think we’re going to have to.”

Mulder had a sizable amount of money in a bank back east, but it was in his own name and was sure to set off alarms within the various agencies that still doggedly pursued them.

Scully looked down. William was eleven months old, and he seemed so much longer and bigger than the last time she’d held him; he was now all arms and legs. She tried not to think about the time she’d missed. In sleep, his face was slack with a stern little bent to his eyes. His bottom lip protruded decadently, just like Mulder’s.

She looked up at Mulder. “My mom, do you think?”

He glanced at her, his jaw still hard. “I don’t like involving her. We gave her those checks in case we were… gone,” he very carefully did not use the word ‘dead.’ “They’ll be watching her, after. You won’t be able to get in touch again. You’d…” he trailed off a little desperately. She knew what he was thinking. There wasn’t much contact as it was, but no connection at all with her mother would be like a knife to the heart. It would be one more in a long list of Things Scully’s Lost Because of Me.

She looked down at the whorls of thin hair on William’s head, remembered the adoring look on her mother’s face the first time she’d held him. In her mind’s eye she pictured Margaret Scully pulling nervously on her earring when she answered Scully’s collect call.

“When Skinner passed us this intel,” she hadn’t taken her eyes off their son. “He said not to get back in touch.”

She could hear the creak of Mulder’s hands gripping the steering wheel hard, but he didn’t say anything else. She finally looked at him and noticed a spray of dried blood on the skin below his beard and hoped the gas station attendant hadn’t noticed.

“You have blood on your neck,” she pointed out.

“It isn’t mine,” he said, eyes resolutely on the road ahead. Minutes passed and the sky darkened; a front was moving in from the west.

“We should stop somewhere,” she said.

Scully moved into the motel room behind Mulder, trying to curb the moue of distaste she could feel spread across her face. It was raining outside and the room was dark and shabby, smelling of cigarettes and mildew. The bed — a queen — was made, but not expertly so, and the scratchy-looking bedspread probably concealed any number of microbial horrors.

She wanted to set William down — her arms were beginning to ache — but the bed would need to be checked for bed bugs and stains before she’d even think of putting him on it — and she really had to pee.

“Mulder,” she said. He set their single duffel bag on the chair in the corner and turned to her. “Can you hold him?”

The look on his face was hard to read; a blend of pleased surprise and nervousness and just a flash of the same hesitant, fearful look he wore when she asked him to assist her in finding Leonard Betts’ head in a biohazard waste container. He hadn’t held his son since kissing him goodbye two days after he was born.

“Yeah,” he said, shaking himself out of it, and nervously licked his lips as Scully passed the warm bundle of baby over to his father. It was different than the last time she’d done it, that warm night before they’d known they were in danger, when the possibilities looked so bright and endless — William was bigger now, more gangly and coltish, every part of him limp and ponderous with sleep.

“God, he’s gotten heavy,” Mulder said, the edge of a smile quirking up the side of his mouth as he stared at the child in his arms.

Scully watched them for a moment and then availed herself of the substandard facilities they’d secured with the last of their cash. When she emerged, Mulder hadn’t moved, nor had his eyes; fixed and unblinking at his only genetic legacy.

She left them where they were and moved over to the bed, peeling back the dark comforter between thumb and pointer finger, her face carefully measured. She avoided catching Mulder’s eye while she did so; he had an annoying tendency to point out that she treated every hotel duvet as if it were a smallpox blanket.

The sheets underneath were surprisingly clean-looking, with freshly pressed creases and a starchy-industrial redolence familiar to any person who’d ever slept in a rented bed. She pulled the covers back fully and nodded at the center of it.

“You want to set him down?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Mulder said after a brief hesitation, and he laid William down as gently as he could, standing back with an odd look on his face. “Do you think it’s normal for him to sleep this long in the middle of the day?”

Scully thought of the scene she’d walked into in the child’s bedroom, of the frozen men hovering in the air.

“I’m not sure what’s normal,” she said honestly, and they traded a significant look.

Mulder licked his lips, nodded. “I’m going to get cleaned up.”

When the bathroom door closed gently behind him, Scully looked down at their son who had curled onto his side on the lumpy bed, hand near his mouth as though he meant to suck his thumb. A weariness came over her; an ache in her joints and behind her eyes that hit so suddenly that she sank down onto the bed and curled herself around the baby. She was asleep in moments.

She awoke to the brief sough of traffic on wet pavement and then the snick of the motel door closing. Mulder walked in shaking rain out of his hair and carrying a large brown cardboard box with ‘Charmin’ branded on the side. He set it quietly on the room’s tatty dresser and gave her a small smile when he saw that she was awake. Beside her, William slept on.

She rose up onto her elbow, blinking groggily. Her side was sore for some reason, like she’d laid on something hard and uncomfortable, and only when she shifted and heard a merry little clinking sound did she remember that she still had a pocket full of loose bullets. The thought woke her up fully.

“What time is it?” she asked breathily, sitting up on the bed. The movement jarred the baby next to her, who made a snuffling sound and rolled over.

“A little after two,” Mulder said, smiling as he watched William.

“Where’d you go?”

“Supply run,” he said, reaching into the box he’d brought in and holding up a pack of diapers. “I wasn’t sure what all we’d need. I hope I got the right sizes of everything,” he went on. “I- I wasn’t sure.”

Scully rose from the bed and walked over to peer into the box. There was a pack of diapers, several pairs of onesies and other clothes, jars of baby food, a couple of bottles, formula, even a few toys and a colorful board book. Relief swept through her briefly until she stood up straight, a thought occurring to her.

“How did you pay for this?” she asked.

Mulder started unloading some of the items onto the dresser top. He wouldn’t meet her eye. He‘d stolen it .

“Jesus Christ , Mulder,” she hissed. It wasn’t the first time he’d done a little loading dock/store room shopping. “What if you’d been caught?”

“I wasn’t,” he said, his voice carefully steady. “No one saw me. There were no cameras.”

“But we’ve got-“ she started, raising her hand to point at their child. Being on the run was hard enough, she thought — doing it with a baby was going to be even more difficult, and impossible to do on her own.

“A baby,” Mulder finished for her, peevishly. “And we need to clothe and feed him.” With this, Mulder set down the jar of baby food he’d pulled out of the box with more force than necessary. It made a loud clacking sound which made Scully jump, and from the bed, William shifted. They both froze, watching to see if he’d wake, but he settled back down.

After a moment, Mulder, still a bit huffy, flicked on the TV, turning the volume all the way down before making his way over to sit gently on the bed next to William. He leaned against the headboard and heaved a sigh, his eyes glued to the screen.

Scully, still in that worried/irritated place, tried to calm herself, pulling a few more items out of the box, surreptitiously checking sizes on things. The clothes would probably fit the baby, but the bottle he’d bought for formula was for an infant. The nipple would probably be too small. She stared at it a moment in her hand and then wandered over to the bed, still holding it.

“I’m sorry,” she said, sinking down on William’s other side. “I just- I’m really on edge. We do need this stuff. Thank you for getting it.”

Mulder rolled his head to look at her. “You’re welcome.”

Between them, William began to move again, shifting snuffily. Scully watched him, feeling a maternal tenderness expand in her chest. They really had him back. She could hold him, kiss him. She reached out a hand to touch him when Mulder swore softly: “Shit.”

Scully looked over to him, but he was staring at the television screen, where a local news station had broken in with a special report. There was helicopter footage of the Van De Kamp farm, showing local authorities wheeling out bodies covered in white sheets. The black SVU was conspicuously no longer in the driveway. Scully sat up straighter. An anchor cut in, his face serious, though they couldn’t hear what he was saying with the volume off. Two photos popped up over his right shoulder, showing the faces of the Farmer and Mrs. Van De Kamp, the pictures grainy and slightly out of focus. Then the screen dissolved once again and a picture of William was brought up, slightly younger than he was now, smiling and happy, larger than life. Above the picture was a chyron in bright red text that said “MISSING.”

Mulder moved swiftly off the bed to the old TV set and turned the knob to bring up the volume a little.

“ …an AMBER Alert has been issued, and the child’s extended family is pleading for his safe return, ” said the newscaster.

Mulder sank back slowly onto the bed and gave Scully a panicked look. Just then, between them, William inhaled deeply and sat up. He took one look around the room, his head swiveling as he looked back and forth between the two strangers, opened his mouth, and began to wail.

#the x-files #fanfic #my fic #msr #wip #on the run #pantsing this one too #year of the wip

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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DENTIST THE BAD BOI

Word count: 7k

A/N: Heavily inspired from 90's rom-coms, so if your heart swoons out of loneliness it's not on me sistas -- doctor Harry my fav.

Summary: Harry's a med-student and Y/N's an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant -- he mighty looses it.

Pairing: Dentist Harry × Artist reader, Frenemies to bestfriends to lovers, platonic affection and loads of bestie fluff.

MASTERLIST, REQUEST FOR BLURBS FROM THIS FIC ARE OPEN || PART 2

“Harryyyyy!!!!” Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs staring at the small picture of ultrasound, blinking at it several times to vision herself back into reality because the more she does the more she becomes grumpy and fussy – cursing the beast of a neighbour who got her little innocent cat pregnant.

She pulled the strings of her pyjama shorts to tighten it around her and hastily towed her feet into fuzzy slippers, giving a stink of an eye to her cat “don't act so surprised you little ragamuffin!” She mouthed at her with venom (as if trippers her cat cares), stomping her way out and writes a whole book of judgements in her rattling brain upon hearing the loud music weeping through walls.

She knocks. Huffs when it goes unnoticed and this time pounds at the door, crossing her forearms infront of her chest. Not unaware and very accustomed; of happy chatter whirling around whenever she’s trying to focus how a certain recipe goes by, his mates chanting his name from outside when he’s too occupied in whatever he's sorting out inside for their arrival, clanking of beer bottles knowing they and her have a long time to go, the music dimming in the wee of night as the door closes after every fifteen minutes and it dawns at that time –-- she always get left with one option and that’s to curse him till she sleeps.

It’s every Friday and Saturday’s story.

“Max stop that before Ni asks fo’ a dummy —-,” His neck's craned to where his friends are sitting on one of the cosy spots. His jaw popping, dimples chasmic from the smirk he’s holding and Y/N gulps then arches her brow when his attention drops down at her, “Oh .... hi, could help ya?” His cocky grin irks her – bubbling a fire in her pit and an urge to twinge his ear and drag him to her apartment, to show him what he did.

“Could you help me!?” She laughs ironically, chases her frowning gaze from the ripped patches of his jeans towards where his curls are brushing his earlobes and it kind of makes her gasp which she traps in fortunately because – he’s always wearing a hoodie, beanie or his hair up in a little fountain like bun rushing through the lobby with his thick books and laptop clutched in his arms, “Yes please .. y’could help me by transferring expenses of your cat's babies every month to me —-...um could simply have them in your apartment too if the first deal’s too bad.” She shrugs. Taking a glimpse from his shoulder of his friends bunched over eachother and he toys with his bottom wet lip, brows stringing into confusion and his bicep flexes making her flutter her eyes away as he grips the knob of the door and closes it behind him.

“What d'ya mean?”

“You’re doing it on purpose right? ‘cos there’s no way —--” He cuts her groans with a snap and runs a palm down his face, “I seriously don’t know what you’re talkin' ‘bout, Y/N.” His lips tinned into a flat line, his posture now resembling her's and she slaps her forehead with the heel of her palm.

“Then you should keep tabs of your beasty minx of a cat who got my cat pregnant!” She exclaims disbelievingly to which his eyes turns saucer and he throws his sinewy arms in between them, mimics her expressions comically, “Is that my fault? Did I get your cat prego?” She blinks up at him rapidly --- he’s such a nerve puller.

“Yes it is! You didn’t get your cat desexed —-,” She stuffs her pointer against his chest and twist it with a grit, “Now he’ll have babies left and right – like a catwhore he is!!” She aerials her hands in different directions rapidly and he takes a step closer kissing his teeth together to seethe his words.

“He’s not a catwhore!”

“Kay then take the responsibility of what he did.” She mutters tapping her foot onto the carpeted floor and guppies at him like a fish when he bursts into taunting cackles, leaning to catch the door-frame before he mushes her under his weight. ”

“Ye -‐..- you’re —- you aren’t serious are ya?” His rosy eyelids snib tightly forming crinkles to where his temples meet his cheeks and she almost pouts, how much she doesn’t want to she could never cascade her expressions.

“Oh my — .... Bambi eyed wouldn’t I’ave had free him of his ball’s heaviness –-- if I’d ‘ave enough money down me pocket?” He scrunches his nose to take a breather from laughing hard.

“Don’t call me that!” She bites at him.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He smirks gingerly – drums his fingers against his folded bicep and presses his back to the wall tipping his chin high.

Her blush eager to creep up her neck embarrasses her further more and she hides the softness in her voice, muttering gruffly, “Shut up.” Then turns to walk back into her apartment and to slam the door at his face -- but -- his whistle for her halts her in tracks.

“Hey – Bambi, we could sign the custody of kitties if that what ye'want.”

Three weeks after. There was another knock on Harry’s door, Niall's head perks up and bangs against the bookshelf –- he was trying to keep the furry cat in his lap, for a good warmer but its more enamoured with the ‘clucks' of his daddy’s boots than the soft flesh of Niall’s thigh as Harry chucks his wallet in the back-pocket of his jeans (he was about to go outside and bring some food) and opens the door slightly to see through the trapping chain, “who’s it?”

“Harry ‘s me ....” The voice mousey and worried. Niall recognizes it in a hot-second, frowns and tries to gain snowy’s attention, “What did y'do again? Did ya get the pretty neighbour's cat prego twice, you fat farts.” He chuckles when snowy meows at him innocently and Harry's brows skews together into a scowl.

“Call him fat farts another time —- I dare you —--,” He howls. Throwing angry upset glares towards Niall – their bickering gets interrupted when Y/N slips her hand from the crack of door, pinches Harry’s knuckles and he squeaks, “Ow —- what the fuck!”

“Harry.” Her tone threatening.

Harry puffs out a huge sigh and reveals himself infront of her, he's not in mood to fight with her over their cats, or the parcel Harry forgot to give her which got delivered to him on accident like one of the thousand times (he never found anything freakish until now .. not that he goes through what’s inside, but the labels tell they’re mostly her art supplies), or why he’s been showering for an hour because she now isn’t left with any warm water —- because he just came back from UNI and is dust bones from having two exams in a row.

“Y/N —-,” His face reeks with exhaustion. His curls drowsy, escaping from his knit beanie and his eyes glazed with sea-foam. She kinda feels bad for disturbing him -- but – it’s an emergency and she doesn’t know where to go, except him.

His weary vision falls upon trippers tucked beneath Y/N’s arm, “Is she alright?” He scratches behind her ear and trippers gives out a pained yowl.

“No –-.. that’s why ‘m here. She’s spotting blood everywhere and –-- and I don’t have enough money ...,” She’s embarrassed to say least. Not meeting Harry’s eyes and he gazes her sincerely –- belly doing weirdly funny somersaults. He clears his throat, grogs out gathering all the information in his head from the anatomy of humans and animals he studied till now.

“It’s okay for spotting in pregnancies – but ‐-.. she looks very much in pain s' we shouldn’t risk it. I’ve a friend. She’s practicing vet -- we could take her there.” He offers. Rubbing the back of his neck and Y/N bobs her head vigorously, anything to save her trippers baby.

“Fine –-- yeah, Iemme just wear my shoes ... then we're good to go.” She mumbles. Harry hasn’t seen her demeanour flatter like this ever before, whenever she’s banging and barging through his flat it’s always taut and cold banter.

He has never seen her this defenceless.

He drops his gaze down at her feet and finds that she’s wearing cute pizza slices socksies.

“Is this a clinic, or weed doing zone for animals?” She didn’t try to be mean. It just happened as she takes in the wearbouts of garage, stuffed with drums and musical instruments, spray paint on walls. Harry seems unfazed though, he could be shabbier than her if he wants to –- much fouler that could make her cry.

“Told you. She’s practicing not a vet yet.” She doesn’t question him further. Grateful enough for his help. She might not admit but he isn’t that bad of guy as she once imagined him in her head.

Y/N stifles a snort when a girl with mullet shag, having a stud in her brow and the corner of her lip, attired in all black greets Harry with a hip-check, “Vas’up booger.” She grins and Harry grumbles ruffling her hair with his knuckles.

It leaves Y/N in awe. This’s what group of friends look like -- so fun and annoying, she wanted to have this since when she’s small. Sadly, it’s just her and trippers in her friend group.

“Hi there!” She waves to Y/N trying to battle Harry’s tickles away. Takes trippers from Y/N's arms and coos up at her, “hiyaa baby .. oh, she’s having lil buns inside her.” She laughs and Y/N already likes her so much. As if, she’s the main character of any vintage styled movie.

“Rori here.” She introduces herself as Harry strolls inside her kitchen to rummage through her fridge, “Y/N.” Y/N smiles –-- eyeing Harry who’s whistling and tearing the crate of orange juice open.

When Trippers purrs from a cramp, Rori snuggles her closer to herself – “Her spotting is nothing to worry about –-- maybe she’s ready to give birth. If not I’ll take her to my hospital.”

“So Harry said...” Y/N nods.

“Oohh.” Rori exclaims, wiggling her brows curiously at Harry who’s gulping down juice hungrily, “Booger got normal friends too? Thought, those were all white lies.” He almost chokes at it – downing it cautiously and blinks vividly.

“No. Just neighbours.” Yeah, there’s nothing friendly between them –-- but how it’d be like to befriend Harry. The thought makes Y/N feel snoozy and warm.

“I see.”

“Okay then! ‘m gonna keep Trippers with me for two days –-- figure out what I could do to help her and if she heals I’ll drop her by, how that sounds?”

“Sounds good!” Both, Harry and Y/N chimes together heating their cheeks up. Harry wavers his gaze away, sulking a pouty mouth and turns all stoic again.

He doesn’t want to like, Y/N. Nope. Not at all. In any case.

She’s his bedevilling, bothersome and galling neighbour who just screams at him too much for his likening.

“Would you like something to eat?” She asks him while walking back home and he shakes his head, so she nudges him in ribs, “oh c'mon let it be a thank you, grumpy pants.”

“’M not –-,” He was about to snap at her. Instead, he groped her wrist tightly and tugged her to his side –-- she squeals into his chest as a car passes by them swiftly, honking at them in anger.

Her hair wisps from the friction of Harry’s hoodie as she pushes herself away from him, surprisingly he smells incredibly sweet – that of vanilla and citrus musk, something very cosy and like a morning breeze.

A jolt buzzes through her spine at the fact she was about to get crushed under a vehicle but she grins up at him awkwardly, “Tofu then?” His peepers widen in shock and he slaps his forehead.

“You’re mad, know that.”

Harry and Y/N. Sky and earth . She sprouts buds of irises and peonies when she speaks, her touch that shines away even an intimidating person as if they're mimosa plants, those eyes --- those eyes are itself sepia of grounds on which the tiny creatures celebrates by and Harry's well ... he’s the floss of clouds hidden behind sunshine, his rains would turn her into loam and his uppish thunder would make her loathe him.

Then some gods decided to break the needles and fix it in some other clock that rotates anti-clock wise.

Now, when she’s unable to nourish her flowers he's always there to rain and stroke a tender breeze against her that makes her lush grass snuggle the roots of who she’s.

They were enemies once. Opposite to eachother in many ways but couldn’t live without eachother despite of their distances. Just like sky's a hollow sheet of nothingness without it’s dear earth.

What blossomed their friendship was Y/N's date with this cute boy that is in her ceramic class, (not a date if you’d ask so –-- more like a meetup at this coffee house near her UNI).

Turns out he isn’t that cute. His blunt hands wandered up Y/N’s thigh without her consent and before she could know that, he was groping at it –-- making her gasp and hit her knee against the table. She struggles to writhe out of the chair but he stitches his nails in her skin, “I’m not liking it – you better stop.” She hisses, palms sweaty and slipping trying to remove his grip from around her.

“Don’t act all stupid .. you were hitting at me for hours, you want it but wouldn’t admit.” He groans, rolling his eyes and she feels like crying –-- teeth clanking letting out a shuddering breath.

“I’ll scream.” She warns him.

“You’re not that innocent, you act like.” He smirks, sliding his hand down her insides and before he could reach further Y/N sneaked a fork from the table and stabbed it in his knuckles.

“Fuck.” He shrieks, “Bitch.” He almost screams but stops when everyone stares at him as Y/N’s chair fell against the floor and she stumbles inside the bathroom.

Locking it behind her. Her chest burns with tears. Her vision spins and her fingers shakes as she dials one number she could reach for anytime, it rings then goes to voicemail so her bitten lip wobbles and eyes turn glossy.

She again dials it. There’re noises behind, that of someone instructing and Harry was in his lecture hall when she called .. his heart drops because all he could hear is quivering breath ... it shudders to tight painful gasps and he’s collecting his stuff leaving his seat immediately the doctor who's teaching them Apiceoctomy stares Harry while speaking.

Once he’s out in hallway, “Hey? Y/n are y’there? You okay? What happened?” She bolt her eyes close pressing her head to cold tiled wall and yawps outta fear when someone pounds at the door. Harry runs towards the exist, “Y/N where are you!? ‘m coming .. whatever it’s just --.. just ...” He gripes at his curls pushing them back – his heart beating loud, “ – just stay where you’re ‘n don’t panic .. yeah? It’s okay.” He mutters. Voice soft and assuring.

Her breathing patterns back to calmness – something about him so consoling, so warm and she nods. After some minutes she’s telling him the address and gladly it’s not that far away from Harry.

When he reaches. There are several people waiting at the bathrooms door and he’s knocking on it lightly, pressing his ear to it and grabs the knob (in case he’d have to break it).

When there’s no-response from inside he gets it something’s peculiar, “Bambi. ‘s me Harry.” It clicks and unlocks and he’s tumbling inside while the others groans and disperses knowing it’s invain waiting.

He’s dishevelled. His curls in moppy condition and his eyes full of concern and worry –-- she feels awful for doing this to him.

“Were you crying? Did somethin' happen?” He frowns. Ducking a bit to meet her gaze level and she clears the clump in her throat, “Can we just leave .. please?” He couldn’t believe it’s her voice – the bubbliness and chirpiness of it died to frightened meekness.

Harry takes her hand and walks them outside, Y/N sucks in squeak when the same guy rushes to confront them and when Harry sees his injured hand -- everything pieces together and fury spikes through his veins.

His brows pinches together into a frown, his lips lifting into a scowl and his eyes darkens pitch coal like.

He grips her dainty fingers and moves her behind him protectively and his chest buffs out as he takes a step forward towering the guy – “What d'ya want?” He kisses his teeth together to grit vehemence and that guy lift his trembling hand infront of Harry.

“Look what this bitch —-,” Ah –-- he really pushed Harry’s bad button didn’t he?

Harry grabs him from collar and Y/N squeals rubbing his wrist to pull him back, no-use.

“Badmouth her or anyone —-" Harry sneers and if he'd be a cartoon character – fume would have been coming out of his ears and nose.

“Else what!?” Harry’s more of a practical person -- so he did what he's been learning for years now and breaks his nose with such force it almost knocks him out.

Y/N's still in shock. Walking behind him on jelly toes and a shiver spirals in her bone marrow when her sweat dries from the wind that’s blowing and hitting them in faces.

They wait at bus shelter, sitting side by side –-- thighs brushing now and then flustering Y/N, Moreso when he apologizes everytime.

There’s silence. Harry’s irritated groan breaks it –- he clenches and unclenches his knuckles .. the thin skin a bit bruised.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry –-- .. ‘s my fault.” She rambles. Taking his hand to inspect it, “I shouldn’t have called you at ---..” He frowns confused and pokes her in knee conveying her to stop worrying. Because if anyone needs to be taken care of is her and wish he could just hug her and tell her that it’s not her fault – not even a tad.

“Y/n...” He gains her attention and his gaze flickers from her snotty nose towards her soaky cheeks, “Shut up.” She chuckles at that putting his palm gently back on his thigh.

“Would you like to have, noodles? I know this incredible chinese place ...” He shakes his head. His smile small and kooky, nose scrunched up as he sniffs the air – predicting a rain coming soon.

“D'we have to eat after every tragedy that happens t’you?”

“Yup, tragedies makes me hungry.” It’s her coping mechanism if she'll be honest and that’s what she’s been doing for ages.

“Who are you, Y/N?

She jumps up. Wiggling her fingers for him to take and beams sweetly, “Bambi next door?”

“From when did ya become s' rich?” He giggles. He finds her fucking adorable as she drags him along herself excitedly – she halts infront of the expensive restaurant –- where people dressed in all kind of luxuries and bright pearls are dinning in and she arches her brow sceptically, “Did you really think –- I’ll be able to take us here?” He shoves his hands in his jeans pocket, elevates his shoulders and smiles bashfully.

“Maybe one day, who knows?” They walk towards the chinese take out and Y/N trots backwards –-- facing him all while and rolls her eyes, “’M an artist whose half of paintings goes to trash.” Harry’s eyeballs springs out of his sockets hearing her statement and he really wants to knock some senses into this silly girl.

“Oh my --.. jeez .. those paintings are ‘s good y'divvy. They're hanging onto my walls, been enjoying them fo' free —- what the actual fuck .. really your hands are magical.” He feels annoyed and sad that she felt a need to dump them, because those were some beautiful art pieces.

(“Hmm. It has some hidden meaning beneath it, H. I’m tellin' ya.” Ni would always say. Standing infront of it for hours and hours staring at it.

“Looks like a pussy to me.” Max would quip sipping his bevy and Harry would smack him in head, “Guys how ‘bout we just see it like a fuckin' painting.” He'd grumble focusing back on his books.)

“Really?” She asks shyly and he bobs his head, “Guess you could just keep them then ...” She grins up at him taking the boxes from the cashier.

“Where are we going?”

“You’d see yourself.” She sing-songs galloping over the muddy potholes and Harry looks funny doing it with his spider long legs. Their footsteps echoes in the empty warehouse and Harry didn’t expect her to be the person – that loves finding weird places and spend time there.

“Careful there.” He murmurs. Pressing a hand to her waist when she wobbles on her feet climbing the metal stairs and Harry thinks if she was this clumsy all along or it’s from what happened at the coffee house.

“Holy shit!” He cups a hand around his mouth as the traffic bustles down on the street, “You afraid of heights?” She glances back at him from where she’s standing on the cemented edge.

“Matters. If we're about to act silly and jump, then yes.”

Warmth worms up at his chest and his adam apple bobs, he barks out a laugh when she giggles demanding him to come closer to her, “Come here then you dentist the bad boi.” He tugs the fabric of his jeans from his crotch and hikes his one knee up sitting beside her, other leg swinging in air.

He listens to her hums and happy sounds as she slurps the long noodle inside her mouth, “What you’re afraid of then Harry?” Her question catches him off-guard. Nobody has ever asked what his fears are and he might be famous for an intimidating personality just because he speaks less and owns a roaring bullet –-- he’s still very nice to talk to, but he'd rather spend his time with snowy than waste his time on orgy parties.

“Snowy’s funky farts -- they're ‘orrible!! have to leave the flat fo’ a minute.” He grins when Y/N’s head lulls back and she laughs gleefully, rolling into his side to support herself, “Oh no!” She whines when her chopsticks falls and drops onto the road poorly.

“We can share mine.” He hands her his chopsticks and she thanks him timidly, “What d'you fear?” They pass it back and forth –- his lips wrapping around them as he takes a chunky bite.

Harry tries to down the food that got stuck in his throat when she said nonchalantly, “Dying alone I guess?” He chews the veggies, grimaces and shakes his head -- puts his hand over her knee squeezing it kind-heartedly.

“You’ll not.” She feels like every tulip of light around her’s sparkling – the buzz of having his company tingling her in good way, “Promise?” She asks and Harry lifts his pinky in between them encouraging her to bring her's.

She wasn’t serious about the promise thing it was more onto sarcastic side than to sincerity.

“Promise.” His dimples caters deep and his eyes crinkles when different golden lights dances against her skin making her look prettier than she’s.

He’s gonna fulfill his promise.

Y/N could be sentimental given on occasions and how bad the situation’s – but she bottles it up for good amount until later, it all crushes her completely and she’s unable to stand back.

Now, when there’s eerie quietness in the bus and the world infront of her fades behind in weird shapes and forms in her head because of the speed of vehicle – her mind thought it’d be best time to remorse over what happened to her and her eyes well up at that.

Harry plucks his headphones down upon hearing her soft sniffles and turns her towards him with her shoulder, “Y/N hey ....” His voice tender and dewy as he slides his palm under her jaw and cups her cheek to wipe out her tears with the mild stroke of his thumb.

His gentleness rakes out an agonising sob from inside her and she feels like her organs are clashing together.

“Shh. Bambi you’re okay now, ‘s alright you’re here with me -- shh, ‘m so sorry love —- but it’s over now, yeah? We're going home and I’ll make you chamomile tea, could ‘ve both snowy and trippers cuddle with you while I’ll get you all warm and nice inside this new fluffy blanket I just bought! – how does that sound?” He pets her hair. Brings her closer to his chest and she keeps her nose tucked against his clavicles to stop from crying and make a show.

When she nods, suckling a wet breath he swipes a loose errand of her hair behind, “Sounds good yeah?” She just hums snuggling into him.

Her arms slowly loops around his love-handles and he stows her head under his chin -- rubs her back in circles to soothe the stiff muscles, covers her ears with the headphones he was wearing before – plays acoustic version of Landslide by Fleetwood Mac and simpers when she hiccups his name, but doesn’t respond when he answers – his ears turns pink from fond and his belly overglows with butterflies as she babbles his name till she drops into peaceful sleep.

Y/N found herself in his bed with snowy and trippers ontop of her and Harry snoring on the couch – his gangly limbs not fitting at all.

She really wanted to call him and sleep on his bed, but she drowses back to slumber.

“Grumpy jerk and an actual ray of sunshine. Sorry, couldn’t process it – too much.” Rori teased Harry the last time they gathered and Y/N was there too! though the true statement was claimed after her departure.

Harry’s friends couldn’t believe that he stepped out of his comfort zone and made a new cute friend, now after one year of their friendship it doesn’t feel like they’re neighbours anymore –-- it's just one big home with an alleyway in between.

“What're y'doin', moppet?” Harry chuckles picking up the half eaten packet of crisps, chewy sour candies, wrappers of oreos and the romcom CDs they were playing before.

Y/N's sprawled on her tummy. Feetsie in air and her chin secured in her palm as she looks like she’s seriously about to take an admission in med school –-- she’s concentrating real hard on the thick book under her, eyes fixated on the diagrams of teeth – it makes Harry laugh like a maniac.

“Aish. Your books, gives me an ache.” She massages her forehead, shakes her head as if she tasted something icky and pushes his book away. Harry laughs harder at her antics wrappers flying away from his grasp and he flops onto couch –-- thighs spreading wide and back sinking into the cushions.

“Where?” His lips rumbles as he tries to hold back another fits of laughter when she gets his dirty joke and pouts, lips fluttering into a smile until she bursts into giggles joining him.

“Nope. My cookie doesn’t throb like it used to sneaking on reproduction chapters in biology.” Harry roars out a cackle at that and Y/N grins fiddling with the frizz of her socks, “Heyyyy it’s not funny –- very much sad.”

He suckles a breath in, their grins achy and big, “Stuff your cookie with some jam ‘n you'll be alright.”

“You’re gross!” She fake gags. Hunches over to exaggerate the severity and scares the shit out of Harry when she gasps loudly slapping his knee, “Harry! Harry! Oh my gosh.....ahhhh!” She gallops like a bunny towards the window and gazes up at the sky with glinting eyes, “Harry look! It’s snowing.” He trots behind her with a roll of eyes knowing what’s about to come next.

When she turns around with sparkly grin, hands clasped atop her chest and tippy-toes to beg him, Harry shuts his lids, “No Muffy.” Y/N loves eating chocolate muffins –-- eating them whenever she could possibly ... and that’s how the pet name Harry decided to call her was muffy.

“Please, it would be so fun .. we could have hot chocolate afterwards.” She mumbles tugging at the hem of his chunky yarn sweater.

“Nothing’s fun about snow angles, Muffyyyy!!” He whines. Squinting down at her with one eye and finds her all slumpy, head falling downwards.

“Okie then. ‘m going to sleep.” She mutters in a meek voice pushing past him –-- but he wraps his hand around her wrist and pulls her back to himself, chuckling with wide eyes, “You’re very dramatic and annoyin’ y’know that?”

Instead, she grins bobbing her head shamelessly, pats his chest and dashes to wear his warm jacket, “Biscuits on you -- hot chocolate on me.” She tells him slipping into her shoes with the support of doorframe.

He comes closer to her and her heart thuds into her tiny ribs as he zips his jacket she’s wearing up till her neck and warns her while pulling out her hair, “If I get sick – ‘m gettin'y sick too.”

Harry’s waiting outside the candy shop Y/N just barged in moments ago. He refused to step inside – knowing she’ll use him as a taste tester and at the end of the day his tongue would have a mountain sugar atop his taste buds.

The spring breeze flowery and warm. He shakes his head, smiles softly watching her switch aisles and guffaws loudly catching attention of an old couple siting on the bench behind -- at her eagerness when she started chomping onto the long chewy candy right after getting it from the cashier.

“That’s g'na rot your teeth even before your forties.” He tells her taking the small bag from her and walks beside her, “Your kids are gonna hate you ...” She tells him –- stretching out the candy with her teeth.

“You sure, y'were allowed colas and candies in childhood?” He teases her prodding her side so she throws it at his chest making him laugh and he bends down to pick it up and dump it in bin.

“You’ve got a cute bum.” She whistles and Harry’s cheeks bashes with blush – turns around and wiggles herself, “How's mine?” She hums glancing back at him with cheeky grin.

“Ten by two, I guess?” He bites down a smirk when she spins to face him a bit gobsmacked, “Not even five?” She grumps chin doubling as she tries to see her bum herself.

“Six then?” He giggles enjoying how she’s getting riled up out of nowhere and she stomps away from him so he jogs to catch her, “Bambi. Was kiddin'.”

“You owe me two muffins with the amount of insults you’ve caused my poor bum.” He knuckles at her hair and she slaps him away like a feisty kitten, “I take it back –-- you’re really ten by two.”

“Oi!!!” Now, she’s running behind him. His curls blowing away and his coat ruffling with the zephyr, his head falling back with the belly-ache laughter that bounces against the bricked walls of shops.

It’s Friday night. Y/N is doing her laundry. Plucking out Harry’s socks from Trippers furry ear, her kitties sleeping in bassinet. Harry and Y/N have named them Tum, Tug and Truggers –-- she sits back on her heels upon hearing her door closing and hikes the small basket on her hip trudging outside —-- she didn’t had any clothes that could make her feel warm during these days – even her socks were all soggy -- so was Harry’s, now all she’s gonna do is make a blanket fort and hide in it for hours.

She knuckles at her eyes, blinking the tiredness away to see properly who’s standing in the middle of room, “Harry?” He's wearing a graduation gown and tips his hat with a sheepish smile then waves his degree infront of her, “Guess who's a proper dentist now!?” She’s frozen to her spot –- jaw slacked and eyes blown away in surprise.

“Your bad boi!” The basket falls from her hip onto the floor scaring Trippers and she whispers an, “Oh my goodness.” Before, stumbling towards him and crashes in his arms giving him a tight loving hug. He slinks his forearms around her and squishes his face into the crook of her neck, lips tickling her skin and if it was possible for him to freeze the time and cherish it for some more he'd.

“I’m so proud of you.” She mumbles into him with a grin. He feels so worthy and every hardship he faced now feels like nothing, this's how life supposed be throughout –- but best things always bores fruit for the right time.

“How about we celebrate? Just you and me.” Just you and me. It feels nice to just her and him. Makes her heart swoon. Makes her feel like skies outside are wet and pink, “Umm .. can we celebrate here? It’s okay .... “ She shifts on her feet and he furrows his brows in confusion, lips ticked up as if he’s scrutinizing her.

“You and not goin' nutters for an outing .. seems odd —-,” Then his eyes falls over the surrounding, a heating pad beside his feet – aloe fused socks hanging to get dry, a tray of chocolate muffins, kettle on the coffee table so he puts one and one together himself.

“Oh muffy —-... pizza and cuddles then?” If he wouldn’t be aware of how first few days of her period are hell for her then who would? He’s always making her pot meals and curry rice – feeds her and gets all strict when she refuses to eat anything. She looses her appetite and transforms into something ‘if zombie had a baby with vampire -- it sure looked like you’ he'd always scold her.

Even bribe her with candies. Once they were awfully painful and Y/N really didn’t want to be all dramatic not when their friends were having a good time, she doesn’t like to be a party pooper.

But, when a stinging cramp cut through her pelvis and thighs she was hunching forward with a jolt -- all teary eyes and wobbly lips. Harry left everything and rushed towards her, sitting on his knees on the floor and cupped her throat to make her look at him when she refused to, “Y/N ‘m serious -- you rather tell me what’s happening with ye’ or ‘m throwin' you at my shoulder and takin’ you hospital —... cause fuck look at you been like this since morning ....” He was rambling and Y/N felt like drilling a hole into floor and hide herself there forever.

She was mortified and embarrassed, a terrible combination.

She wasn’t able to tell him infront of all of their friends even though it’s something very normal, so everyone stared and nodded when they left they for Harry’s room.

“Bambi are you okay? I’m not even kidding something’s not —-..” She wipes her nose and tugs at his wrist trying to shush him, when he doesn’t pushes a fingers against his lips.

“Don’t worry. ‘m good --- just —-... umm I’m on my periods.” She rubs her one feet on another and his mouth fall into an ‘o' when realization hit him and his brows clinches together sternly.

He sighs running his fingers through his hair, something he does when frustrated and whumpy.

“Should’ve told me. We could have done this later ... do you want anything? I’ve got pain —--,” His words swells on his tongue when her head bumps against his chest and her hands locks around his neck, hugging him with all her gentle will because nobody has ever cared for her –-- him being so tentative to her makes her want to sob into his chest.

He warms her in all the right places.

“How’re you feeling on scale of one to ten?” He speaks while chewing onto the stuffed crust of pizza. They’re cosied up on the sofa while Mama Mia plays on the telly and she’s cuddled up into him, he's holding her heat pad with the grip of his forearm and she lifts her head mousey-ly from his bicep and whispers – “Eightish...? Now, you’re Dr.Styles.” He giggles at her and pushes her head back against him with his finger.

“What does my being dentist has a connection to your periods?” He dips the pads of his fingers into her pudgy love handles and squeezes them -- she giggles thinking about the joke she’s about to crack.

“You pull teeth, it’s blood and I pull out tampon so it’s —...” Harry chuckles gruntly at her and tickles her more, “Oh no. I know where it’s goin'....”

“You asked for it!” She pouts at him and he squishes her lips together as if she’s a duck toy.

Then they flump back into their cuddling position and Harry rubs her tummy in tender soothing circles, it helps her relax and his breath syncs with her and she really tries not to pay attention to her bratty screaming hormones heating her skin up – her thighs experiencing a quiver and she squeaks down a huffy whimper.

“You okay?” Harry asks. When she squirms against him and she gulps -- they don’t hide stuff from eachother so she tells him honestly, “You’re really turning me on.” Harry’s heart hiccups at that and his palms still over her thighs.

“Is that so?”

He pets her hair and tries to make her stand, “Just go to washroom and jizz one out.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t? Why?”

“Promise me you wouldn’t make fun....” He frowns and nods bringing his pinky to make the deal.

She clutches her sweater down to her knees, cheeks rosy and mutters out in one breath – “I’ve specific days for that....” Harry really tires to. He locks up his laughs in his lungs and it aches his chest, his cheeks balloons up but at last he rolls onto floor and guffaws into his elbow.

“You said you wouldn’t make fun!!!” She whines kicking his side lightly and he grabs her ankle, “This means all those times you’d be all locked up –- oh my god, you were playing with yourself.” She folds her arms. Her nostrils flares with irritation and she doesn’t even spare him a glance.

“Pet, waiting so long .. it’s a torture to yourself.” He tells her genuinely sitting up with crossed legs and she mumbles knuckling at her eyes, “just some reasons ... horny is bad.” Now, Harry feels kind of terrible pushy person and he really wants to help her out but he’s walking on egg shells here. So, he stops asking anything.

“Rori's girlfriend is a sex therapist —-“ She becomes all fidgety at that and Harry takes in her nervousness, “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.” He exclaims waving his hands and she gulps giving him a small nod.

“Night time fo' some grumpy muffy!” He coos, brings the blanket to her chin and his pupils dilate adorningly when she asks him, “Could I snuggle you?”

“Ofcourse.” He pecks her temple and tells her to budge over before sandwiching her between him and the sofa.

That whole night all his mind could think was why horny is bad for her?

Y/N was feeling overly warm and heated, a tad achy between her thighs. She vigorously tries to focus on something else but her chest is heaving at this point, even opens the windows and let the cool air hit her but no use –- so she does what have to be done in order to get rid of the throb.

She cosies herself on the bed, switches onto hentai and throws her legs in air to shimmy her sheer white panty down.

“Oh ...” Whimpers teeny-ly when her fingers brushing up her soaking pussyfolds provides her a bit relief – her soft hands wanders beneath her flimsy shirt and touches her skin in the most arousing way possible –-- tweaks her nipples and jerks up, oozing more wetness.

“Ah! Fuck.” She moans easing in two fingers at once and cramps down at them watching the hentai porn –- but it’s not enough, she’s been pushing her fingers in and out for ten minutes now—she’s unable to get to climax.

So she groans sits up and switches to domineering audios, listens to it while fingering herself hard and she has no idea from where her mind gathered these images from -- but -- soon she’s thinking about Harry’s husky rasp, his sea-foam beautiful eyes and those rosy knuckles ring clad hands —-- imagining him holding her down into mattress and pounding into her at a brutal pace, making her sit on his cock and not letting her move –-- his fingers down her petty throat —-- him spanking her ass if she let’s out any voice out and he'd roar at her beg as she'd be lurking at her tenth orgasm –---- every plausible dirty stuff with him.

She was so engulfed into making herself feel good, lost in her own headspace and imaginations that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching and it’s like she manifested him as he stands at the door-frame with blown away pupils –-- guppy mouth and she’s squealing feeling dizzy upon sitting up this quick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck —-... sorry sorry ... “ He covers his eyes and turns to walk away but bumps his head with a thud into doorframe.

She gasps, knees up and almost shouts, “No!” making him halt mid-track and she’s on the verge of tears, red face and shaky fingers.

“Please ....”

“Stay.”

Harry’s eyes turns soft at that and he walks towards bed, licks his lips wet and brushes the loose tress of her hair away.

“You want me to stay, muffy?” He asks to make sure – she isn’t in haze and all fog minded.

“Yes. I want you to stay.” She doesn’t hesitate this time. Her words honest and full of plead, she needs him, she wants him, she wants to have him.

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