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wheresmynaya · 3 years ago

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Hate to Date Ch.7 | Brittana

A/N - And just like that, Lockdown 6.0 is upon us LOL. Good news, more time to write. Bad news, boredom looms. Anyway, thank you to those who have left lovely reviews and/or have gifted me with a coffee through ko-fi. I hope you all know that those emails are some of the first I read when I wake up in the morning - instant happiness! 🥰

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Being ambushed by parents ends up turning into a trend for Santana when the following weekend Maribel decides to make a spontaneous trip to New York. Apparently there’s some banquet dinner Eddie is attending which Maribel’s accompanying him to.

The invite was extended to Santana as well, but those dinners are always super boring so she blew it off with an excuse about spending time with Brittany instead since their schedules have been so busy.

What she didn’t expect is for Maribel to make an unexpected pit stop at hers and Puck’s place beforehand, hoping to at least say hi to the happy couple.

Problem is – half of said couple isn’t here.

“Mami, we’re just really busy with this assignment,” Santana tries – hoping that it would be enough to deter her mom for awhile considering Brittany isn’t around. “It’s really getting down to the wire, can’t we see you tomorrow?”

“Ay Santana, I’m already on the way,” Maribel replies in a huff. “It’s only a quick visit and we’ll be on our way.”

“Can’t you just like…skip it and continue on your way?”

“I haven’t seen you since New Year’s and I came all this way to see you – “

“You’re not even here for me, you’re here for Eddie.”

Suddenly there’s a pause and Santana wonders if that little comment just got her into some hot water.

“Why don’t you want to see your mother?” Maribel asks instead. “Are you hiding something from me? You and Puck aren’t up to something again, are you? Roping in Brittany?”

Santana’s eyes go big and it feels like she’s just swallowed a handful of sand. Her heart rate’s picking up and she’s struggling to come up with an answer. She feels like she’s got a hot spotlight on her; thank God her mom can’t actually see her right now!

“We’re not,” Santana finally says. “Like I said, Brittany and I are just a little busy with this assignment…but I guess we can take a break for you.”

“That’s my girl,” Maribel praises. “We’ll be around in about twenty minutes.”

Santana gulps, “Great. See you then.”

Once she hangs up, she grabs the nearest pillow and yells into it. The muffled screams have Puck running out of his room so fast that he clips the doorframe with his shoulder. A loud thud echoes throughout Santana’s room as Puck stumbles and looks around frantically.

“What? What’s wrong?” He asks.

“We’ve got a Code Red,” Santana tells him.

His eyes drift down to her lap then back up as he starts to grimace, “Oh. Do you like…need things?”

Santana scrunches her brow but then she realizes what he’s talking about.

“No, not that Code Red,” She explains. “Mom’s on her way. I need to get Brittany over here ASAP!”

“Oh shit!” Puck curses and takes off to the living to start tidying.

The last time Maribel came around for a surprise visit, she basically tore Puck a new one. Long story short, his version of clean isn’t the same as Maribel’s and they spent an entire afternoon together going through the various cleaning products that should be used around the house and what they should be used for.

Meanwhile, Santana rushes to make the call. She just hopes that Brittany won’t give her a hard time for this, hopefully she answers the damn phone!

“Hi?” Brittany answers questioningly.

“Hey,” Santana replies.

“Did you butt dial me or something?”

“What? No.”

“You just – you never call me.”

“Yeah well…I don’t have much time to explain, but I need you to come over like right now.”

“Uhh, I’m kind of in the middle of something.“

“Brittany, please,” Santana begs. “My mom’s on her way over and she’s fully expecting you to be here too.”

“Oh! Okay, yeah. Why didn’t you lead with that?”

“Because I’m freaking out, that’s why!”

“Okay, well don’t freak out. It’ll be fine. How much time do I have?”

“Not much.”

“Great. Thanks for the warning.”

Santana rolls her eyes, “Look, it took me by surprise too.”

“Alright well, find your cool. We can’t have her suspecting anything’s up.”

Santana nods, already feeling a little calmer. “Just hurry, okay?”

“I’m on my way now. Don’t worry.”

When Maribel comes knocking on Santana’s door, the brunette loses all cool once again because Brittany’s still nowhere in sight. Santana’s looking at Puck, but he has no idea what to do either. Maybe they can stall until she gets here, but how? Maribel would totally think something’s up if they refuse to let her inside!

“Just let her in?” Puck whispers, “We can say Britt went to pick up our take-out?”

“And further confirm that I don’t fucking cook here? No way.”

“Well, what else can we do?”

“I don’t kn –“

“Santana?” Maribel calls out from the hall after another knock. “Hello?”

Puck’s eyes go wide, “She can hear us.”

“No shit, she knows I’m home.”

“Okay, okay. I’m thinking, fuck! Why am I so stressed out?”

Santana and Puck go back and forth trying to come up with some way to stall, but it’s impossible under the pressure.

“I think we have to let her in,” Santana tells Puck in a grave tone.

Puck looks at her uneasily, “I think so too.”

After checking her phone once more for an update from Brittany – there isn’t one – Santana goes to let Maribel and Eddie in. They’re both dressed to the nines, must be a fancy banquet dinner.

“Hi!” Santana greets, attempting to mask her uneasiness.

She’s quickly embraced in a motherly hug while Puck compliments his coach on his sick suit.

“How are you, mija?” Maribel asks as she cups Santana’s cheek. “You’re looking a little pale.”

“Am I?” Santana feels the nerves rattling within her. Where the hell is Brittany?!

“Yes,” Maribel looks her over. “You’re not getting sick are you?”

Santana swallows dryly, “Just tired.”

“Because exams are coming up,” Puck clarifies.

“That’s right,” Santana nods. “Lots of studying to do if I want to ace them.”

Maribel nods, seemingly pleased by Santana’s work ethic.

“Yeah, plus her and Britt have also been super busy with this assignment they’re doing together,” Puck adds. “It’s a lot.”

“Ah yes,” Maribel looks around. “Where is Brittany?”

Santana clenches her jaw and looks to Puck. There’s a guilty smile on his face as he secretly mouths out a sorry. Still though, she has to think on her feet.

“She’s in the bathroom,” Santana replies. It’s not her best work, but it was the first thing she thought of. Maybe they can work with it?

“Yeah, I think she had a bad salad for lunch,” Puck tries again.

Santana glares at him and mouths a shut up that goes unnoticed by Maribel and Eddie.

“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” Maribel frowns.

“Those salads are always a hit or miss,” Eddie confirms. “I try to stay away from them.”

“Don’t listen to Puck. It’s nothing like that,” Santana assures them. “Anyway, exam prep; super intense, long nights, tedious studying. I’m so ready for it to be over.”

Maribel looks apologetically at her, “Don’t work too hard.”

“That’s not what you taught me,” Santana quips.

“I know,” Maribel smiles. “I hope you’re at least wearing your glasses when you’re meant to. You know what all that reading can do to your eyes.”

“I am…”

“And rest, you still need it,” Maribel insists. “A tired mind won’t retain a thing.”

“That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell her.”

The four swivel around to find Brittany coming out of Santana’s bedroom. Her cheeks are a little pink – probably from the run over – but she’s her usual cool and collected self as she saunters over.

Santana’s never felt so relieved to see the girl! Question is though, how the hell did she pull off such an entrance?

“Brittany! Hi,” Maribel greets happily. “Are you feeling okay?”

There’s a glimpse of confusion as Brittany looks to Santana for an explanation.

“Mami, I told you she’s not sick. She was only in the bedroom to finish up a call with her mom,” Santana lies.

“Yeah. That was my bad, Mama Lopez,” Puck speaks up.

“Right,” Brittany quickly catches on. “Just my daily phone call with mom. Sorry about that, we can get carried away.”

“Oh don’t be,” Maribel smiles then glances to Santana. “Where’s my daily phone call?”

Santana fights the eye roll, “I’m clearly not as great as Brittany.”

“Now that’s a first,” Brittany smirks as she curls her arm around Santana. “I think you’re plenty great though.”

Santana finds herself blushing, “Thanks.”

There’s another pleased smile on Maribel’s face as she admires the couple. It’s a look Santana has rarely seen when it comes to her past partners and it makes her chest fill with pride. Even months later, her and Brittany still got it!

“Well, as promised this is only a quick visit,” Maribel tells them. “We really need to get going now, but while I’ve got you here: when are you coming home for a visit?”

Santana and Brittany exchange a look. They weren’t looking to make a visit for another few weeks, at least until after Spring Break. Free time is hard to come by now that they’re getting closer to the end of the semester.

“You know Abuela would like to see you both again,” Maribel adds.

Santana’s brows rise, “Would she now?”

“I think she’s warming up to things,” Maribel says vaguely but Santana gets it. “Wouldn’t hurt to come see her though. You know seeing pictures of you two together on Facebook has become a highlight for her.”

“Told you we’re cute,” Brittany jokes as she hugs Santana to her side.

“I should’ve known, she likes every single one them,” Santana quips.

“She wants to spend time with you,” Maribel explains and looks to Brittany. “She wants to spend time with the both of you.”

Santana quirks a brow at that, “Really? Has something changed?”

Maribel only shrugs. “You’ll have to ask her for yourself.”

Santana and Brittany glance at each other, both suddenly curious about Abuela’s change of heart.

“How about you come down for Spring Break?” Maribel suggests.

“Uhhh,” Santana stammers as she looks to Brittany, “We’re going to have to talk about it first. Brittany might have to – “

“Spring Break is fine with me,” Brittany shrugs.

“I thought you were planning on going home?” Santana lies – trying to get Brittany to catch on. “Spend time with your family?”

The blonde only shakes her head, “Nope. I’d rather stay here with you.”

Santana feels herself deflate; usually Spring Break is her time to finally let loose but she guesses there’s not much else she could get up to since she’s fake dating Brittany. She might as well just use the time to reinforce that she’s capable of being in a long term relationship.

By then, her and Brittany would be together for four months – that’s the longest relationship yet! Surely, that’ll have to mean something to her family.

“Well sure,” Santana sighs in defeat. “I can’t imagine spending my Spring break any other way than by returning to Lima.”

Maribel gives her a gleaming grin, “Perfect.”

Once Maribel and Eddie head off to their banquet, Santana and Brittany collapse together on the couch. Puck hands them both a beer before cracking one open for himself and taking a seat opposite them.

“Way to sell it,” Puck raises his bottle. “Great work! It was cool to see you two in action like that. I can see why everyone eats this shit up. You’re pretty believable.”

“Glad you enjoyed the show,” Santana quips.

“Looks like I came right on time too,” Brittany says.

“Yeah about that,” Santana looks to Brittany. “How the hell did you get into my room?”

“The window?” Brittany shrugs. “I’m surprised it wasn’t locked.

Santana’s eyes go wide, “You climbed through the window?”

“Well yeah, how else would I have gotten in? Through the vent?” Brittany jokes.

“Good thing we’re on the first floor,” Puck chuckles.

Brittany nods and clinks her bottle with his. Meanwhile Santana just stares at the blonde with her jaw slack. Not only did she run over here, she went through the effort of climbing through the window too!

The girl is crazy.

Santana doubts she would’ve gone to the same extent. No way she’d try getting her ass through a window, that’s just too much. But still, she supposes some thanking is in order.

“Well, I appreciate you going through all that,” Santana says bashfully. “I didn’t expect my mom to just pop up like that so…thanks for coming here so quickly.”

There’s a half-smirk on Brittany’s face and Santana anticipates her poking fun at how Santana’s actually thanking her for something, but it doesn’t come. Brittany just continues smiling as she clinks her bottle with Santana’s.

“That’s what fake girlfriends are for,” She tells her.

Over the following days, Santana and Brittany often run into each other at the library. It’s not Santana’s preferred place to study but it’s hard for her to concentrate sometimes with Puck around.

Although Santana and Brittany are in the same place, they often sit separately.

Brittany keeps to her lone table in the study area while Santana sits somewhere in the upper level because she likes the view of the exit. It’s kind of like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, that tunnel being the designated hour she makes herself study.

However, on one particular day all of the tables in the upper level are occupied. Santana finds herself scowling at the randoms before making her way down to the level beneath – where the study area is kept.

Like always, Brittany’s sitting alone near the back and Santana finds herself walking over to her without a second thought. She wasn’t planning on sharing the table with her, just maybe say hi and leave her be, but as Santana approaches the table she finds something unexpected there:

Spanish for Dummies

Intrigued, Santana’s eyes roam the table and find all sorts of similar books on the Spanish language mixed in with Brittany’s actual coursework. Then Santana takes a peek at Brittany’s laptop, trying to figure out what has her so consumed that she’s yet to notice her standing there.

There’s a little green owl going over conjugations – Spanish conjugations – and Santana watches as Brittany jots down notes as she mouths whatever words she hears through her headphones. Santana’s completely dumbfounded and pulls up a chair, the motion finally causes Brittany to jolt and turn.

Blue eyes spark with surprise before the headphones quickly come off. The girl looks like she’s just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, but Santana can’t help the fascination.

“Santana!” Brittany gasps. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“It’s the library,” She answers simply. “I’m here to study.”

“Oh, duh. Of cour – “

“Are you teaching yourself Spanish?” Santana interrupts.

Brittany looks from her screen to the books on the table to Santana. She seems a little timid as she minimizes the program on her laptop. Santana wonders if she’s going to attempt to lie, but there’s too much evidence against her. There’s no way she could convince Santana that she’s doing otherwise.

“Yeah,” Brittany admits with a nervous laugh. “I am.”

Santana quirks her brow, “What are you doing that for? Surely not for fun?”

Brittany shrugs, “The shows on Univision are great but I’m tired of reading subtitles.”

“Really?” Santana doesn’t seem convinced. “That’s like…a lot of work. Besides, I thought nerds like to read?”

Brittany gives her an unimpressed look, “Well…I also figured that if I knew a little Spanish then it’ll give Abuela and I something to bond over. I remember your aunts mentioning this one show she likes so I’ve kind of been binging it.”

“You’ve been binging telenovelas?” Santana asks in disbelief.

“Well yeah, the drama is addicting.”

“Oh wow,” Santana sits back. “So you’re serious about this?”

“Aren’t you?” Brittany replies.

“Yeah, but this is a new level.”

“Don’t you want to be as convincing as you can be?”

“There’s convincing and then there’s this,” Santana jokes. “Your over-achiever tendencies are showing again.”

“You jealous?” Brittany fires back. “I know how much you love it when your mom compares us.”

“I’m not jealous,” Santana turns up her nose.

Brittany smirks, “Just checking. Afterall, this whole thing was your idea.”

“Technically it was Puck’s.”

“Whatever,” Brittany says. “I’m going to do all that I can to make this work because I’m committed. You continue doing…whatever it is that you do.”

Santana tenses her jaw at the jab. It reminds her of the game they played before– the constant one-upping of each other – and she wonders if they’re still playing it.

She thinks about how she accidentally introduced herself to Brittany’s parents as her girlfriend. She remembers how Brittany now has to keep up this façade with them too thanks to the slip-up. She thinks about who this Artie guy is and why Brittany’s parents were wondering where he went.

But most importantly, she thinks about how underwhelming she is as a girlfriend.

She’s nothing like Brittany; she isn’t kind and sweet and she isn’t someone people take home to meet their parents. Santana’s the girl that helps you get over your ex, she’s the one college girls experiment with, she’s down for one night stands, down for no-strings-attached kind of hook ups – she’s not actual girlfriend material.

And oddly enough, she kind of feels bad that Brittany’s stuck with her for the time being. This fake relationship thing wasn’t meant to go beyond convincing Maribel, but that’s exactly what’s happened now thanks to her big mouth.

“You really don’t have to do this, you know,” Santana says after the guilt starts setting in.

“I want to,” Brittany tells her.

Santana sighs; yet another reason why they’re so different.

“Learning a language just to get Abuela to like you?” Santana explains. “Don’t you think that’s kind of going overboard?”

“Not really. It’s kind of fun.”

“Fun?”

“Well yeah, I’ve always wanted to learn another language,” Brittany replies. “Why not start now? Plus I meant what I said about the subtitles thing. It would be so much easier not having to read.”

Santana chuckles as she shakes her head, “How do you find the time? I’m swamped with studying and assignments and cheer practice. Here you are learning another language for fun.”

“I kind of have a photographic memory.”

Santana rolls her eyes, “Of course you do.”

“I’m joking,” Brittany smirks. “I have a bunch of techniques that help cut down on the amount of time you’re actually studying so you don’t spend all your time doing it. I could…teach you some if you want?”

Santana lifts her chin, “I don’t need a tutor.”

“I didn’t say you did,” Brittany laughs. “Why are you always so quick to be on the defense?”

Santana crosses her arms and looks away, “I’m not.”

“Uh-huh,” Brittany grins. “I’ve got a study session with Puck on Thursday. I think it’s actually going to be at your place. We can not share study tips then if you want?”

Santana lets the offer roll around in her head but she doesn’t want to seem too eager.

“I might be around, depends if practice lets out on time.”

“Okay,” Brittany nods then looks at her laptop screen before glancing back at Santana who has yet to move. “So are you sitting with me now or…?”

“Oh!” Santana jolts to stand up. She gathers her bag from the ground and looks around for an empty table, but they’re all occupied.

“I’m not kicking you out, you know,” Brittany tells her without looking away from the screen. “You can stay if you’d like.”

Santana looks around indecisively. She’d rather study alone, but that doesn’t seem to be an option at the moment. She can’t go home either with Puck around, so she guesses staying with Brittany is the next best thing.

“Okay,” Santana replies. “I’ll stay.”

“I’ll clear some space for you,” Brittany says.

Santana moves to the opposite end of the table while Brittany gathers her things in order for Santana to have more room on the table for hers. They sit silently like that working on their respective things for awhile, getting lost in their work.

Brittany ends up leaving the table for a moment and Santana barely notices until she’s placing a coffee in front of her.

“Oh thanks,” Santana smiles at the unexpected gesture.

Brittany doesn’t say anything, just returns the smile as she sits back down.

Another moment later when Santana gets peckish, she pulls out a bag of trail mix. She barely gives it a second thought when she places it between them so that Brittany can have some too if she wants.

When Thursday comes around, Santana ends up leaving cheer practice on time for once. She’s quick to get out of there so that she can wash up and change out of her uniform before Brittany arrives, but she finds that the blonde is already there by the time she gets home.

“What up, Lopez!” Puck calls out to her as he sits with Brittany at their tiny dining table.

Brittany looks up too, her eyes moving from their work to Santana who lingers by the front door. There’s a small smile that begins to curl her lips and Santana finds herself returning it with her own little grin.

“Hi,” She greets as she kicks of her tennis shoes. It was meant for Puck but it seems that it’s directed at Brittany.

“Hey,” Brittany replies.

“How was practice?” Puck asks, just now lifting his head from the work before him.

“Got bumped up to flyer,” Santana says casually although it’s pretty exciting news. She comes around to the kitchen for a drink, “Erica apparently has brittle bones from what Coach says.”

“No way!” Puck cheers, “That’s so awesome!”

“What’s a flyer?” Brittany asks, looking between the two.

“The girls that do stunts in the air,” Santana answers.

“Oh,” Brittany’s brows rise. “That’s…isn’t that kind of dangerous?”

“You worried about me?” Santana teases as she comes around to sit on the stool next to them. She crosses her legs, her cheer skirt hugging her thighs tightly. “Didn’t you say cheer was boring?”

Puck grins as he looks to Brittany for a rebuttal, but the blonde looks stumped.

Actually, the blonde looks distracted.

When Santana realizes that she’s staring at her legs, it’s like a personal victory for her. It was only a matter of time before the skirt wins!

Puck notices the distraction too and glances between his friends, a knowing smirk starting to form.

“Anyway,” Santana says as she finishes off her glass of water.

The sound of her voice breaks Brittany from her trance, but blue eyes are dark with something Santana’s familiar with but has yet to see on her. It makes her smirk; she’s missed having that kind of power over someone. It’s the sexual magnetism, it never fails her.

“Might hit the shower now,” Santana adds before looking to Brittany. “You going to be here much longer?”

Brittany nods, “Yeah. I only got here a little before you did.”

“Okay,” Santana can’t help the flirtatious tone now that she knows she’s got Brittany wrapped around her finger. The teasing is the most fun she’s had in awhile! “Maybe you can show me some things once you’re done with him?”

Brittany gulps, “Yeah sure.”

Puck notices what Santana’s doing and interrupts, “Uh…what’s happening right now?”

“Can it, Puckerman,” Santana waves off although her smile remains devilish. “What’s the point of having a fake girlfriend if I can’t fake flirt with them too?”

Brittany’s face goes a little red as she finally snaps back to reality.

“You call that flirting?” Brittany jokes.

“Fake flirting.”

Brittany shakes her head as she smirks, “I still don’t understand how you pick up any girls.”

“Judging by the look that’s been on your face since I walked in, I think you do.”

Puck looks back and forth between the two again like he’s watching an intense tennis match.

“How about I order a pizza for later?” He suggests in attempt to break up the bickering before it escalates.

“Sounds good,” Santana says without taking her eyes off Brittany.

“Yeah,” Brittany nods. “Sounds awesome.”

“Cool,” Puck replies and looks to Santana. “Go shower now. You’re distracting everyone.”

“She’s not distracting me,” Brittany said pointedly.

Santana quirks her brow and smirks, “Keep telling yourself that, Britt-Britt.”

She lets her hips sway in that well-practiced way as she leaves the room. She doesn’t have to look to know that Brittany’s yet to stop staring and she struggles to hold back the laughter as she gets ready for a shower.

Despite the teasing game she played earlier, Santana sits in Puck’s place at the tiny dining table across from Brittany with a scowl on her face. This studying thing? She’s had enough of it.

“This is pointless. Education is pointless. I’m gonna become a stripper instead,” Santana huffs.

“You'd probably make so much money!” Puck jokes from his place on the couch.

“Probably? Please,” Santana lifts her chin. “I'd make it rain every night!”

Puck laughs and throws his arm over the back of the couch to look at the pair.

“What do you think, Britt?” Puck presses with a smirk. “Think Santana would make it rain?”

Santana smirks too and looks to Brittany for answer.

“I think…I'm kind of hungry,” Brittany says. “How far away is the pizza?”

Santana’s smirk falls at the way Brittany deflects the question. Since Santana’s return, Brittany’s been a little quieter. Santana figured she’s just stuck in study mode and that she’d loosen up eventually, but she’s still waiting.

“I should probably head over now actually,” Puck realizes after checking his phone.

“Take me with you,” Santana jokes. “I think my brain is turning to mush.”

Brittany sighs, “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“You know that’s a struggle for me.”

“True,” Brittany jokes. “Hey, if we finish this chapter tonight I’ll let you use my pretty pens to take notes?”

"Tempting, but I don't need your pretty pens,” Santana says flatly. She rests back in her chair and stares at the ceiling. “What I need is alcohol and several orgasms. I clearly didn't think this fake dating thing through. I've never been so sexually deprived.”

Puck goes to grab his keys, “And on that note – I’ll be back in a few.”

Meanwhile, Brittany just snickers to herself but she isn’t laughing with Santana and it has the brunette frowning.

“What?” Santana questions as Puck leaves.

Brittany shakes her head, “It must be so hard for you to keep it in your pants for once.”

“You have no idea. Who knew that the last time would be the last time. I sure didn’t!”

Brittany shakes her head again and goes back to her work. It makes Santana feel a little on edge and straightens up in her chair.

“I'm obviously joking,” Santana adds and it makes Brittany look up. “What's it to you if I wasn't though?”

“What are you talking about?” Brittany asks.

“Your interest in my sex life.”

Brittany scoffs and looks back to her work, “I'd hardly call it an interest.”

Santana folds her arms across her chest, “So you're secretly some kind of prude?”

“It's not that.”

“Then what is it?”

Brittany sighs and looks up at her again, “Why are we even talking about this?”

Santana notices the change in her tone and perks up. She abandons her work all together in favor of leaning in.

“Because it's way more interesting?” Santana presses. “I know you're trying to deflect, you might as well just answer. If not, I'll assume the reason it gets your panties all in a twist is because you're secretly jealous.”

“I'm definitely not jealous.”

“So it’s the other option,” Santana says. “You’re a prude.”

“No!” Brittany huffs. She softens when she realizes she raised her voice. There’s a timidness to her when she explains, “I just, I guess I believe in developing the feelings part first before the physical happens.”

Santana softens too but for a different reason. It’s more so confusion than anything else.

"Why?” She asks.

“Because with feelings it's better,” Brittany says simply.

“Are you kidding?” Santana quips. “It’s better when it doesn’t involve feelings. I think it’s better when it doesn’t involve eye contact.”

“Wow. Seriously?” Brittany looks at her sympathetically. “That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. God, who hurt you?”

Santana didn’t expect her comment to strike a nerve. The memory of short blonde hair and a cunning smile sneaks its way past Santana’s defenses as she mutters, “One guess.”

Brittany looks at her curiously before something clicks, “Oh. The girl.”

Santana doesn’t like where this is going and pushes away the overwhelming feelings that beg to bust through. She walls herself up, holds her chin high and swallows back the lump.

“Yeah well,” Santana brushes off. “I think it's pretty unrealistic to go out there thinking every potential lay has to be relationship material first. Where's the fun in that?”

Brittany continues to eye her like she’s wounded and Santana hates it.

“The fun part is getting to know someone first so when it does happen,” Brittany pauses as she bites her lip. “It's meaningful.”

Santana averts her eyes, because staring into Brittany’s makes her feel far too exposed. Instead she retreats in on herself to place she’s comfortable, she takes the attention off of her.

“Gross. Who knew you were such a hopeless romantic,” Santana jokes.

Brittany sighs through a soft smile, “Call me old fashioned I guess.”

“Super old fashioned,” Santana quips. “Like, are you telling me you've never had a steamy quickie with a random? Everybody's got one.”

Brittany looks away and as she smirks, “Of course I have. I’m not that innocent.”

Santana perks up, “Really? Miss Goodie Two Shoes getting down and dirty without before being properly courted? God, I want details…”

Brittany snickers, “Not happening.”

“What?” Santana shifts in her seat excitedly. “Come on, what's a little girl talk between friends or are you the type that doesn’t kiss and tell because lame.”

Brittany looks up at her and smirks, “You saying we're friends?”

“Will it get you talking?”

Brittany laughs, “We should get back to work now. You've derailed us for long enough.”

“Come on, Britt-Britt,” Santana coos jokingly. “We've been at it for hours. I'm burnt out, sober and in dire need of sex.”

“None of that is my problem.”

“Sure it is,” Santana jokes. “The least you can do is tell me a couple of your kinky stories to get me through the night.”

“No.”

“Please?”

Brittany gives her a look, but Santana just bats her eyelashes. It makes Brittany laugh and she softens once again.

“Actually, I might be able to help you out.”

Santana sits straighter, “It was only a matter of time…”

Brittany rolls her eyes, “Get over yourself. Not every girl on campus wants you, including me.”

Santana laughs, “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Britt-Britt.”

“Anyway,” Brittany continues, “I'm talking about a swanky party – a ball even.”

“A ball, you say?” Santana’s interest is piqued.

“Totally.”

“You've got my attention…”

“Well, there’s going to be an open bar, free food, an excuse to dress up and let loose. That ticks off two out of three on your list.”

Santana quirks a brow, “And the catch?”

“No catch.”

“There's gotta be a catch.”

“Okay fine,” Brittany slumps. “It's the Brainiacs’ Ball.”

“The what?” Santana deadpans.

“The Brainiacs’ Ball,” Brittany clarifies. “It's open to all the academic decathlon clubs across the city, this year we’re hosting. The team with the highest winning percentage is named and also the award for Most Brilliant Brainiac is given out. It's the biggest night for the club.”

“Oh, hell no,” Santana chuckles. “There’s not enough free alcohol in the world to get me to go to that. Count me out.”

Brittany starts to frown, “What? Why?”

Santana shakes her head, “One of your matches was enough. I'm not going to a party where I have to be surrounded by all of you at once.”

“It won't be that bad,” Brittany sighs. “It's a night for celebrating. No trivia unless you count the bad puns you might hear.”

“I've seen the guys on your team,” Santana explains. “I can't be liable for the feelings I'd definitely hurt if I were to be around them. I’d be triggered by pocket protector.”

“But you'll mostly be with me,” Brittany tries.

“That doesn’t really help your case.”

Brittany gives her a look, “Well, I kind of need you to go.”

“You need me to go?”

“Well yeah, I don't want to be the only one there without a date,” Brittany reasons. “Plus wouldn't it be suspicious if you didn't go considering we're a thing?”

Santana lets out a laugh, thinking that she’s finally caught on.

“So that it explains it,” She says.

“Explains what?”

“The coffee the other day, sharing study tips, being here,” Santana goes on, “You’ve been setting yourself up to ask me to your dumb ball.”

Brittany tenses, “'First of all, it's not dumb.”

“Sorry. I should've said nerdy,” Santana clarifies.

“I wasn’t doing those things for this,” Brittany tells her. “I was… I did them to be nice. We don’t always have to be at each other. It doesn’t always have to be a competition.”

Santana shakes her head as she gets to thinking. She knows Brittany’s cunning too, she knows that she can play games so who’s to say she wasn’t playing this time?

“I'm not going,” Santana replies. “You can tell people I'm sick or something.”

Brittany lets out a bitter laugh, “Right. So this relationship thing only works when it's in your favor?”

Santana frowns at the harshness of Brittany’s tone, something that doesn’t feel right coming from the blonde.

“What are you talking about?” Santana huffs. “That’s not – “

“We always do what you want,” Brittany interrupts. “Whatever makes you look good but this one time I ask you for something and it's just a flat out no?”

Brittany’s face has gone a little red and Santana’s further surprised – she didn’t think it was this big of a deal. She doesn’t grasp why Brittany’s so worked up all of sudden. Why would she want someone there with her if they didn’t want to be there in the first place?

“Look, it's better if I don't go because if one dork in clunky black glasses wearing suspenders and a hideous bowtie crosses paths with me I won't be able to contain myself,” Santana argues. “I'll end up hurting someone's feelings and you said it yourself, it's a night for celebration.”

Brittany looks at her like she’s hit a new low. Hell, maybe she just did.

“You're unbelievable,” Brittany huffs as she stands and starts gathering her things.

“What?” Santana watches her with a sudden ache in her chest. “You’re leaving?”

“Clearly,” Brittany mutters. “I can’t be around you right now.”

“All because I don’t want to go?”

Brittany shakes her head, another bitter laugh escaping her.

“No,” She says gravely. “It’s because you’re the most selfish person I’ve ever met.”

Santana tenses at the way her words drip with disdain, but at the same time it puts her on the defense.

“Well sorry that I’m not like you,” Santana argues. “Sorry I can’t just slip into character with ease and be your perfect fake girlfriend whenever you want. Sorry I’m not on all the time like you are.”

Brittany just stares at her for a moment, studying Santana’s face before she speaks again.

“Just when I think I’ve figured you out,” Brittany continues. “Just when I think you’re actually a half-decent person and that maybe beneath this prickly exterior of yours, there’s actually something – someone – deserving of…of a friend you go and prove to me that I’m wrong.”

Santana slumps back in her chair, dejected and defeated.

Even if Brittany didn’t physical hit her, those words sure did. She can’t even speak as she watches Brittany gather the last of her things and storm out. What’s worse is that she swears she sees blue eyes tinging red just before she turns away.

Santana slaps her hand at the table when the door slams shut behind Brittany. She instantly feels the sting of wood on her open palm.

Why? Why does she always have to screw things up like this?

Puck comes through the door just a minute later, looking confused as well.

“So I just passed Britt in the hall,” He says hesitantly.

“Yeah, she left.”

Puck slowly closes the door behind him, “Why?”

“Because,” Santana lets out a long puff of air. She feels the lump forming again in her throat, strange and unwelcome. “Because I’m an idiot.”

“Dude,” His face falls. “Please tell me you didn’t try to make a move on her. The games earlier were cute and all but – “

“No,” Santana quickly answers. “I didn’t do that.”

“Then what happened?” Puck asks. “She looked really upset.”

Santana presses her lips tightly together, she’s almost ashamed to admit the truth.

“She wanted me to go to some ball with her,” Santana says dismissively. “I told her no.”

“You told her no?” Puck quirks a brow.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t?” Puck frowns. “After all the stuff she’s done for you, you can’t?”

“Look, I can see where I fucked up okay?” Santana snaps. “I don’t need you adding to it.”

Puck shakes his head as he backs off. “You really are an idiot.”

Santana agrees but she doesn’t tell him that.

“You know it’s not a good idea,” Santana tries convincing him. “It’ll be nothing but those academic decathlon nerds and not just the ones from Brittany’s team. It’ll be like ten times that! They’ll be from all over the city and you know how I am around the general public especially when I’m provoked. I could screw up and expose us both. It’s too risky.”

Puck doesn’t say anything, just listens to her excuses.

“I can’t do it,” Santana tells him with finality. “I can’t. Brittany might be pissed at me right now, but she’ll see it’s for the best. I’d just ruin her night because I don’t know how to act anyway. She’ll come around, she has to.”

“Sure Santana,” Puck dismisses and goes to flip open the pizza box. “So…does this mean I can have her pizza too?”

Santana just shakes her head, “Shut up.”

#Hate to Date #Brittana #Brittana Fanfiction #Enemies to Lovers #fake dating au

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mmvalentine · 4 years ago

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The Washing Machine | Jurdan

Canon complaint. Post QoN. Smut warning.

The next time we return to the mortal realm is for Oak's tenth birthday.

I do not much like leaving Elfhame these days; the mortal realm has never held especially fond memories for me. My family visits often enough, and Oak is now attending school in Faerie and returning to his parents in the holidays. Hadn't wanted to, of course, having been able to play such marvelous tricks on his mortal friends, but since he's part of the royal family Oriana insists he have an education amongst the Folk. Personally, I think it can't hurt for him to have to contend with other faerie children, either.

This year, Oak wants to have his birthday at Time Zone.

To my great surprise, Cardan declares it high time we took a break anyway, and thinks we should spend a week in the mortal realm. I can't help but be skeptical.

"The mortal realm?" I ask in disbelief. "You, Cardan Greenbriar, High King of Expense and Excess, wish to spend a week in the mortal realm?" "Sure," Cardan shrugs. "Don't worry so, wife of mine, I'm sure it'll be fun." I shake my head. "Alright you weirdo. This I've got to see."

And so next thing I know we're in the spare bedroom of Vivi and Heather's apartment. Cardan finds the whole experience fascinating for all of three days and then promptly gets very bored.

"Let's go home," he says, flopped over our bed on his stomach. "No," I reply curtly, not looking up from my book. I've got my feet up on Cardan's back, and having seen this coming a mile off, I'm not letting him bail out now.

"I've had enough now," he says. "You're the one who wanted to spend all week here," I point out. "I was wrong. I take it back. Let us depart." "We can't go yet, Oak's birthday is tonight."

"Fine," Cardan says through gritted teeth. "Let's go tomorrow." "Tomorrow is Heather and Vivi's engagement party." "Since when?" I turn the page. "Since Monday, they announced it when we got here, remember?" "No, I do not." "Would I lie to you?" I meet his eyes over the top of the book.

Cardan growls low in his chest, and his tail flicks back and forth through the air.

"Okay so what, we just sit around waiting?" he demands. I don't know why he's so antsy, I swear he spends most of his days lounging around on his behind. I snap the book shut and put it down on the night stand.

"I'm so glad you asked," I tell him brightly. "In actual fact, we have several chores to do today!" "What are you talking about?" Cardan says crossly. "Here there are no servants," I remind him, bopping his nose. Cardan is now irritable, and swats my hand. I ignore him. "We need to get groceries for the next few days, and go to the laundromat.

"What's a laundromat?" Cardan asks. "It's where we wash our clothes." "We have to wash our own clothes?" "For the thousandth time, yes we have to wash our own clothes."

Cardan opens his mouth to protest, then shuts it again.

"Fine," he grumbles. "But if we're going to the shops I want ice cream." Of all the human foods he had tried so far, Cardan loves ice cream the most. Is an absolute sucker for ice cream.

"It's a deal," I say, sliding off the bed. "Now glamour up."

Cardan groans loudly, and rolls over onto his back.

"Now what you big baby?" I asked, exasperatedly. There really is no end to his complaining. "I'm sick of looking mortal," Cardan grumbles. "And just what exactly are you implying?"

Cardan looks at me upside down, his head hanging off the end of the bed. He reaches out and snags my waist, pulling me down next to him.

"On you it's beautiful," he says, nipping at my lower lip. "You have fewer sharp edges than faerie women." His eyes trail down to my chest. "You have more... more." He grazes his thumb under the curve of my left breast, and kisses the hollow at the base of my throat.

"Let's not go out at all," he says. "I can think of far better ways to beguile the time." His hands slide down my back, and for a moment I think we totally could just stay in here all day. But I also refuse to give in to him.

"Are you trying to use sex as an excuse to not have to be glamoured?" I accuse. Cardan makes a face.

"On me it just looks..." he gestures vaguely. "Bland."

"Too bad," I tell him. "We're going." Cardan harrumphs, and then a shimmer ripples through the air. His ears round down, his tail disappears, and the clawed tips of his fingers reduce to short, tidy nails. He keeps all the rings in his ears and on his fingers.

"I just don't want to go out like this," he says, pouting. I whack him with a pillow. "If I paint your nails, will you leave the house?" "Yes!" Cardan said, sitting up quickly. "Shiny black to match my eyes." He holds out his hands imperiously, and I bite his fingers savagely before rummaging through my bag for the nail polish.

Fifteen minutes later, we are walking down the street. I'm carrying a bag of laundry, and Cardan is blowing on his nails. He may not think much of mortal fashion, but I rather like him in his soft, black cotton t-shirt, and black jeans that hug his backside. He has kept his own boots, and he looks good. Not that I'm was going to tell him that, of course.

Our first stop is the laundromat to put our load on, then we continue on to the grocery store. I load Cardan up with a loaf of bread, bag of oranges, peanut butter to replace the one we've finished at Heather and Vivi's, a carton of eggs, a pint of milk and two packs of tampons to take back to Faerie. While I'm doing this, Cardan also grabs a bag of marshmallows, a box of froot loops, and a stack of flavoured condoms that I choose not to acknowledge at all.

When it comes to picking ice cream, Cardan spends a good ten minutes just going over all the flavours. He's transfixed by the multicoloured boxes and various promises of chocolate fudge and strawberry cheesecake utopia.

"One," I tell him firmly. "But there are so many I haven't tried yet!" he protests. "One." "You know we're not exactly short on funds, right?" "We're short on freezer space, and we're only here a couple more days. Pick."

Cardan takes on a pained look like I'm making him choose between children, and eventually selects a tub of rocky road.

We make our way home, and the laundry still has twenty minutes left on the timer. Cardan is eating ice cream out of the tub with a wooden stirrer he snagged from a coffee cart.

"Now that you've seen me do this one, you can do the next load, before we go home," I say to him. He feeds me ice cream.

"Why wash before we go home?" Cardan asks. "We've got people to do it for us there." He sucks on his makeshift spoon.

"Yes," I agree, plucking the whole tub from his hands. "But it's still a good thing for you to know how to do." Cardan reaches to take it back, but I yank it out of the way and continue eating. "You're a grown ass adult," I say. "You can't always have everyone do everything for you."

Cardan snarls.

"And stop growling and snarling at me, you're in the human realm now, act like it." I point the stirrer at him for emphasis.

Cardan raises his eyebrows.

"Do I detect a hint of vexation, my dear?" he asks. "You're awfully harsh with me today." It's true. Cardan in the human realm is like a little kid, needing constant supervision and cajoling. Not for the first time, I pity his servants at home.

"Because you're awfully annoying today," I say, putting the ice cream away. "You've been whingeing all day, consider me vexed." Cardan just grins, and it's infuriating. I hate the way he lights up when I'm annoyed at him, and it makes me all the more mad.

"Stop smiling at me like that," I snap. Cardan only grins wider, and then suddenly he's scooping me off the bench.

"What are you doing?" I yelp, as I'm lifted into the air. He sets me down on the washing machine, slides his hands behind my hair, and kisses me softly on the mouth.

"Still annoyed at me?" he asks against my lips. "Yes," I say. He kisses me again, and although I don't approve of this as a method of getting back on my good side, nor can I quite bring myself to push him away.

"How about now?" he whispers. "Kissing me doesn't make you less annoying." I try to sound stern.

Cardan smooths his hands down the outside of my legs, pulls them around his waist, and moves his lips under her ear. "Are you sure?" he purrs. Damn him.

He kisses along my jaw, lifts my hands to his shoulders, wraps his arms around my waist, and then licks at my tongue as he kisses me again. My mouth opens automatically for him, and despite myself, I shiver under his touch. It's always, always like this with Cardan and it'll be the death of me. When his mouth curves against mine, I know that he knows it.

"Seems to be working, to me," he murmurs.

"And that makes me hate it all the more," I say, a last stab at irritation before I give up, grab a hold of the front of his t-shirt, and pull him back to me. Cardan laughs as he kisses me, and the movement of it is echoed in the movement of the increasingly active washing machine he has sat me upon. I am suddenly very aware of the vicious vibration of it beneath my thighs.

"For fuck's sake," Cardan says, "this thing feels like it's about to take off. It's like video of the rocket thingy Oak showed me." "Shhh," I tell him, and drag his lips back to mine. I tighten my legs around his waist, as the whine of the machine gets higher. Cardan raises an eyebrow.

"I thought you were annoyed at me," he says. "I am," I reply, and then continue kissing him. His skin is delicious, and I want to taste more of him. I move my mouth down his neck. "It doesn't feel like... Oh. Oh." He pulls back.

"Jude. My love." A wicked gleam comes into his eye. "Are you rather enjoying this here washing machine?" "I don't know what you're talking about," I said steadily. But then the machine speeds up again, is shaking steadily under me and a shudder goes through my legs.

"How very delightful," Cardan says, and I want to slap him. He puts his lips to my ear. "Are you turned on right now, sweet nemesis?" he asks. "Do you want me, you angry little thing?"

"Shut up," I say, but then Cardan's hand is sliding up my thigh, slipping under my skirt and even though it's broad daylight and a public place, it's exactly what my body wants right now.

He licks his tongue up the column of my throat, and as he does the lights go down in the laundromat. Magic hums in the air, as the glass front frosts over and Cardan's glamour fades. His tail winds its way around my calf, and I hear the click of the lock in the door.

"Oh come now," he says. "Is that any way to talk to your husband?"

I opened my mouth with a retort on my tongue, but then Cardan is kissing me again and I forget it. He yanks me onto to the edge of the machine and before I know what I'm doing I'm reaching for the button on his jeans.

Cardan pushes my underwear to the side and sinks into me with the most delicious moan. Even thought he doesn't move for a minute, the rocking of the washing machine moves us enough that we are clutching at each other desperately and trying to get closer. Cardan hooks his elbows under my knees and my hands fall back to catch myself as he tilts me up toward him, and then he's fucking me right there in the laundromat.

The double sensation of Cardan moving inside me and the vibrations flooding through us both is almost too much. My moans turn to screams, but they are hidden by the clanging of the machine, and then Cardan's thumb is hovering over my clit and the pressure building in my abdomen is now threatening to surge up my throat and pour out my mouth.

With no warning, Cardan lands a stinging slap across my backside, where it is lifted off the machine. This last push, the flash of pain amidst my pleasure is what has me falling over the edge and I hit my climax hard, barely aware of Cardan falling right behind me.

We just stay there while the washing machine slows and beeps to tell us the laundry is done. Finally, Cardan speaks.

"You know," he says, "I think I like doing washing after all." I roll my eyes at him. "So what comes next?" he asks, and that's when I get my own wicked grin.

"The dryer," I say, and suddenly I, too, am excited by the prospect of more laundry.

****

I'm deep in my Jurdan feels, can you tell? If anyone is interested, I'll start a Jurdan taglist separate from my Feysand one. Let me know if you'd like to be on it.

For now, I'll just tag @asteria-of-mars because you got me into this mess and now you have to be subjected to my feelings...

JURDAN MASTERLIST (there's not much on it but may as well get into the habit)

#jurdan #jurdan fic #tfota #mine #smut

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heyiwrotesomethings · 4 years ago

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Of Debts and Stress

Mary Saotome x She/Her Reader

A/N: Mary is such a great character like wth. I hope I did her some justice. There is a mention of characters from Kakegurui Twin, but the story takes place when Yumeko shows up in the main series. Thanks for reading! Word Count: ~8,929 (Me seeing this number for the first time: HOLY SHIT what have I done?! No wonder this took so long lol)

“Did you see the look on that loser’s face when I laid down that royal flush?” Mary laughed, her lips curled in a triumphant smirk as she descended the stairs with (Y/n) following close behind. “To see the light just drain out of his eyes after he realized that his full house was trash was just priceless,” she paused a moment at the bottom of the stairs, causing (Y/n) to bump into her before the blonde turned to face her. “Well, maybe not priceless, I guess you could say it was worth 5,000,000 yen!”

“Mary,” (Y/n) began, rubbing the back of her neck and shifting her eyes to watch other students climb the stairs, “It’s not like I’m not impressed or anything, but don’t you think you went a little too hard on the guy? I mean, he’s a house pet now.”

Mary’s smirk sunk into a frown as she crossed her arms and leaned her hip against the banister with a huff, looking up at the girl who still stood on the last step of the stairs, with a roll of her eyes, she replied, “He wanted to gamble, it’s not my fault if he didn’t weigh the rewards with the risk. Don’t be such a downer (Y/n), you’re really killing my mood here.”

“Sorry, I guess I just feel bad for him.”

“(Y/n), it’s all a part of how this fucked up school works. If you don’t like it, then why the hell did you even apply?” Mary threw her arms up in aggravation.

“Hey, do you think you two could move? You’re blocking half the staircase.” a student called impatiently from behind (Y/n).

“Can’t you see we’re talking here?” Mary glared at a spot above (Y/n)’s head, “Just go around us, idiot!”

The student grumbled, but clumsily made his way through the students that were walking up the stairwell.

“Maybe we should keep walking,” (Y/n) smiled sheepishly, crooking one of her arms with Mary’s and pulling her away from the stairs and towards the school entrance.

“Hey, let go!” Mary pushed out of the hold, blushing furiously, before clearing her throat and giving (Y/n) a side glance as the other girl laughed good-naturedly. “You haven’t gambled yet today, shouldn’t you have at least one match to make sure you don’t fall behind in the rankings?”

“I don’t feel like gambling today,” (Y/n) shrugged, “Maybe tomorrow.”

“You better get your act together or you’ll end up a mittens,” Mary warned.

“Sorry I’m not into high stakes gambles. I’d rather win a little at a time than blow it all away on one game,” (Y/n) explained.

“Ha, that new poochie should have taken a page out of your book,” Mary grinned, but sobered quickly, “But seriously, don’t fall too far behind or I’ll have to leave you to the dogs, got it?” She punctuated her words with a sharp poke to (Y/n)’s chest.

“Ow! Okay, okay, I get it!” (Y/n) sighed, and rubbed the sore spot.

“And if you need any, you know, help, with your gambles tomorrow I wouldn’t be adverse to it,” Mary added, pretending to look disinterested and aloof.

“Aww Mary, are you saying you’d cheat for me? I’m touched,” (Y/n) smiled.

“I’ve changed my mind. You are on your own,” Mary glared and snarled beneath the blush that dusted her cheeks.

“Damn it.”

“Serves you right.”

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” (Y/n) asked as they neared the dorms.

“I suppose,” Mary replied while inspecting her nails. “Meet me in front of my dorm at 7:45 or I’m leaving without you.”

“I’ll be there, have a goodnight Mary!” (Y/n) waved before disappearing into the Tsubaki class dorms.

“‘Night,” Mary called over her shoulder as she made her way to the Hana dorm building.

The girls got ready for the night in there respective dorms and went to sleep, unaware of the major upset that would greet the student body of Hyakkaou Private Academy tomorrow.

***

“Heard you have a new transfer student in your class. Do they seem nice?” (Y/n) asked Mary as they ate their lunches.

“She’s whatever,” Mary shrugged. “Looks like easy money though, I’m gonna ask her to gamble after classes let out. Just wait until you see me wipe the floor with that airhead.”

“Aw, I actually have a few gambles of my own lined up unfortunately.”

“Tsk, whatever, I didn’t want you there anyway,” Mary sulked, picking at her leftovers.

“Hey, you’re the one who told me I needed to watch my ranking. Don’t blame me for simply following through on your advice. If I finish in the gambling den before you finish your game, I’ll be there to cheer you on!”

“You better not, it’s a gamble. You don’t need to act like a mom at a goddamn soccer game,” Mary huffed. “That being said, you better show up if you finish before me.”

“Yes ma’am,” (Y/n) mock saluted then winced and leaned into the table when Mary’s foot knocked painfully into her shin.

“I’ll see you after class, dummy,” Mary smiled smugly, raising from her chair. “Depending on how much money this girl bleeds, we can go do something this weekend, my treat,”

“Sounds like a date!” (Y/n) cheered, narrowly missing Mary’s attempt at a full body tackle. “See you later!” (Y/n) giggled and ran down the hall towards her class while Mary yelled obscenities behind her.

***

(Y/n) was pretty happy with herself, having won six out of seven games of blackjack and earning a modest 50,000 yen. Of course counting the cards had helped her odds, not that her opponents needed to know that. Honestly though, they were probably doing the same thing. It always came back to luck in the end.

(Y/n) hummed to herself as she made her way up the stairs to Mary’s classroom. She looked up when she heard echoing footsteps descending the stairs and was met with the boy Mary had turned into a house pet and a beautiful girl with flowing black hair she had never seen before.

“Oh, hello there!” The girl greeted. Ryota seemed to recognize (Y/n) as a friend of Mary’s though, and grew more nervous, (Y/n) gave him a sheepish wave she hoped conveyed her sympathy or could at least put the poor boy more at ease.

“Hi, you must be the new transfer student,” (Y/n) addressed Yumeko, “I hope no one has been giving you too hard a time,” (Y/n) could think of one prominent figure in her mind that would do such a thing and was ready to do damage control if need be.

“Oh, not at all! I’ve never felt more welcomed!” Yumeko smiled and grasped (Y/n)’s hand in hers. “Jabami, Yumeko,” she introduced herself, the ring on her thumb lightly digging into the skin of (Y/n)’s hand.

“(L/n), (Y/n),” she answered in return, giving Yumeko’s hand a friendly squeeze before withdrawing. “You don’t seem any worse for wear. I guess you survived Mary’s gambling challenge then?”

“Ah, you know Saotome? Yes, I’m looking forward to her paying me back, I hope we can gamble again sometime, she was so feisty!” Yumeko grinned, “You should join us next time as well!”

“Perhaps...” (Y/n) answered distractedly. Why would she need to wait for Mary to pay her back? “So is Mary still up there?”

“I believe so, it was nice meeting you, (Y/n)-san!”

“Yes, nice meeting you too. Uh, see you around Jabami, Suzui,” (Y/n) bowed her head and made her way up the rest of the stairs to the Hana classroom.

The room looked like a mess. Lingering students whispered their gossip but (Y/n) paid them no mind as she scanned the classroom for a familiar head of blonde hair.

“If you’re looking for Saotome you won’t find her here. She ran off, probably went to hide her shame,” one of the lingering students voiced once (Y/n) looked over the whole room.

(Y/n) leveled a soft glare at the student before turning to leave. Okay so she lost, so what? No one’s perfect, get off your high horse. (Y/n) thought as she continued down the hall and peeked into every empty classroom she passed. She was about to text Mary when she heard a huge crash come from the last classroom at the end of the hall.

She yanked the door open and saw a few toppled desks and Mary slouched against the wall with her face hiding in her arms, propped up by her knees that were pulled tightly against her chest.

“Mary, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. What happened?” (Y/n) rushed to Mary’s side and knelt before her, careful to give the girl her space. Mary didn’t care for being coddled.

“Fuck off.” Mary’s voice croaked, muffled by her arms.

“Come on Mary, talk to me. I assume you lost, how bad was it really? 300,000? 400,000?”

“8.8 million,” came the subdued reply.

“Wh... what?” (Y/n) swears she must have heard wrong.

“Don’t make me fucking say it again.”

“Mary! What the hell were you thinking?!” (Y/n) gasped, worry gripping her heart. “8.8 million yen?!”

“Shut up!” Mary cried, “You think I don’t know how fucked I am?!”

“What are we going to do, Mary?”

“We aren’t doing anything. This is my problem,” Mary roared, shoving the closest toppled desk away with her foot.

“You can’t possibly come up with all that yen on your own before the rankings are updated. I can get you like, 1,000,000. It’s not much but it’s a start, and of course I’ll stay after school and-“

“Don’t you get it? I don’t want your pity!” Mary yelled, shooting up from the floor.

“Mary, you’re my friend, you are important to me, let me help you!” (Y/n) flung her hand out to catch Mary’s.

“I’ll get the money somehow. Just stay out of my way,” came Mary’s cold reply and she tugged her arm out of (Y/n)’s grasp.

“Mary, don’t do anything rash! Take a moment to just think about this. Your debt is bad, but if you don’t keep a level head, you’re bound to end up with something even more unmanageable!” (Y/n) warned.

“Just shut up already! You weren’t there so you don’t get to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do now,” Mary moved stiffly towards the door.

“Mary, stop!” (Y/n) called after the hot headed girl. Unfortunately Mary continued her fast pace down the hall and quickly disappeared around the corner. (Y/n) sighed to herself and rubbed at her irritated eyes. Her heart ached for Mary and the position she found herself in, but she was frustrated as well. Why couldn’t Mary just swallow her pride and accept her help?

(Y/n) rearranged the toppled desks and left the classroom with a heavy feeling in her chest. Hopefully she could sort things out with Mary tomorrow.

***

The next day (Y/n) waited outside of the Hana dorms for Mary like she did everyday, but the girl was not in her usual spot. (Y/n) waited, thinking she was simply running late, but as more time passed it was becoming more evident that Mary was either not coming out, or she was already gone.

(Y/n) couldn’t find her in the school, and Mary wasn’t answering any of her texts either. Meanwhile Jabami was busy making a first year cry. Sure that student council girl was practically begging for it with how obvious her cheating was, but even (Y/n) knew a line had been crossed.

The next morning (Y/n)’s wait for Mary was no better and yielded the same result. (Y/n) fired off another text. She’s at least looking at them.

“Oh! (Y/n)-san, good morning!” An airy voice giggled happily.

(Y/n) shifted her gaze and suppressed a scowl as Yumeko exited the dorm waving excitedly in her direction.

“Waiting for someone?” Yumeko asked, once she was standing within a foot of (Y/n), closer than (Y/n) cared for.

“I was, but I think she already left,” (Y/n) replied, trying very hard to be polite and not snap at the other girl.

“Oh, then we should walk together!” Yumeko clapped her hands together. “If you don’t mind waiting a little longer Ryota will be coming shortly... In fact I see him exiting the boy’s side now! Good morning, Ryota!”

Ryota jolted and swiveled his head up before waving shyly at Yumeko.

“Ryota is going to show me around more this morning, I’d love it if you could join us. It would be nice to have the perspective of someone from a different class as well,” Yumeko spoke excitedly to (Y/n).

“I can’t unfortunately, my first class starts in ten minutes,” (Y/n) informed, surprised at the sudden added weight as Yumeko clamped onto her side and whined loudly in her ear.

“But I really want you to come, (Y/n)-san! Since you aren’t in Hana class we won’t get to see each other often. Can’t you skip your class just this once?”

(Y/n) could easily skip class, but she was not willing to do it for the girl who ruined her best-friend-kinda-maybe-girlfriend’s life. She was about to insist she had to attend class when Ryota swooped in.

“It’s not uncommon for students to skip out on classes here. The teachers don’t really care as long as they’re getting paid. So I’m sure (L/n)-san could join us, right?” He smiled, nervously shifting his eyes from side to side.

Damn you, Suzui, Ryota.

“Well, I suppose just this once I could humor you,” (Y/n) gave a half hearted smile before her eyes went wide and her hands grasped at the arms wound tightly around her neck, shaking her excitedly.

“Yes! Thank you, (Y/n)-san, I’m sure we’ll have a marvelous time!” Yumeko cheered, rocking (Y/n) and throwing her off balance once she finally let go. “Where are we going today, Ryota?”

“I was thinking the path to the Traditional Culture Club would be a good place to visit today. It’s got beautiful scenery, don’t you think, (L/n)-san?” Ryota asked, offering (Y/n) a meek smile.

“I agree, the surrounding vegetation is lovely this time of year. It’s one of my favorite spots on campus actually,” (Y/n) supplied, noticing how Ryota seemed to straighten a bit, looking a tad more confident.

“Sounds wonderful, we’d best be on our way. Maybe I’ll find a gamble to partake in as well!” Yumeko thought dreamily, cupping her blushing cheek with her hand.

Ryota allowed himself an awkward chuckle while (Y/n) subtly pursed her lips, bringing her thoughts back to Mary’s absence as the trio made their way through campus.

“Wow, it certainly is lovely here. I can see why one would like such exquisite scenery,” Yumeko commented once they made it near the end of the path. “Oh, and this must be the club you were referring to?” She asked, pointing to the pleasant building resting below the trees.

“Yes, the Traditional Culture Club,” (Y/n) perked up a bit as a half baked plan formed in her mind. “You know Yumeko, you might actually get the chance to gamble in there.”

“Don’t tell her that!” Ryota blanched before directing his attention back to Yumeko, “I mean, the president of this club is also a part of the student council! You don’t want to make any more enemies than you already have, right Yumeko?”

“Gambling! You promise, (Y/n)?” Yumeko asked, a predatory gleam formed in her eyes that forced a shiver to run up and down (Y/n)’s spine.

“It’s a very real possibility as long as Nishinotouin-senpai is around. You could always drop by later if she’s not here,” (Y/n) answered candidly. Perhaps she shouldn’t be pushing Yumeko into the arms of danger, but she thought of it as payback for beating Mary so badly without even batting an eye or losing sleep over it.

“Ooo! I just have to go in, can we go in?” Yumeko clutched her hands together and bounced on the soles of her feet, a sight Ryota couldn’t seem to say no to. Not that (Y/n) could blame him as she also found the behavior rather adorable herself.

“Welcome to the Traditional Culture Club!” A member greeted the trio as they approached the door, “We have a match in progress already, but it should end shorty, if you don’t mind you can wait inside.”

“Certainly, we don’t mind at all!” Yumeko spoke.

The club member ushered them inside and (Y/n)’s mouth fell open in shock once she perceived the poor soul sitting across from Nishinotouin, Yuriko was none other than her dear friend Saotome, Mary.

“No, Mary,” (Y/n) couldn’t help but whisper to herself, “What are you doing?”

“She appears to be gambling, (Y/n)! She looks quite tense, wouldn’t you say?” Yumeko stage whispered back.

(Y/n)’s hands curled into fists as she stood by helplessly, watching Mary bet the remaining thirty-two chips she owned. Why would Mary do this after she told her not to do anything rash? (Y/n) waited, her breath stuck in her lungs as the dealer counted down until the reveal of the swords under the cup. When the obtrusion was lifted, (Y/n)’s eyes quickly scanned the board. There! A sword was stuck in slot twenty-two and Mary had bet six chips on it!

“But wait, that’s—!” (Y/n)’s hands flew to her mouth, unable to speak further.

“Twenty-two was a hit. Congratulations, Saotome,” Yuriko praised before her lips quirked further upward, “However, unfortunately for you, the judgement is death.”

Mary hunched over, looking desperately at the board while the dealer explained the penalty.

“Saotome bet six chips on twenty-two with a judgement of death. This requires the punishment of a loss thirty times greater then the chips placed, turning six chips to one hundred eighty chips. When factoring the wins on Yuriko-sama’s slots, the grand total for Saotome is a loss of 49.6 million yen!” The dealer calculated.

(Y/n)’s knees nearly gave out when she heard the final calculation and her heart hammered painfully against her chest.

“See her out, I’m done with her,” Yuriko smiled sinisterly, earning a pained roar from Mary as she was pulled back by standby club members.

“Perhaps you should go after her,” (Y/n) jumped when Yumeko came in close and whispered in her ear. “Ryota and I can catch up with you later, go take care of your friend,” Yumeko smiled and gave (Y/n)’s shoulder a squeeze.

(Y/n) barely spared Yumeko a second glance before running out after the club members escorting Mary off of the premises.

“Let her go, I’ve got her,” (Y/n) commanded sternly, pulling Mary away from the Culture Club members. She shot them one last glare before she turned on her heel and began dragging Mary away from the building. She only stopped once they were off the trail in one of the more secluded areas near the edge of the school forest.

(Y/n) tentatively let go of Mary and leaned back against the nearest tree, her chest heaving with shuddering breaths. What the hell now?

“Why?” She finally choked out, Mary’s fists curled at the single word and she had the audacity to scoff before trying to leave the forest. (Y/n) wasn’t having it however, and took hold of Mary’s bicep.

“Let go!”

“Why? So you can disappear on me again and rack up a 100 million yen debt?” (Y/n) spat, her grip tightening. “I told you not to act recklessly and you thought it was a good idea to go up against Nishinotouin?!”

“There was nothing else to do!” Mary yelled back, turning back to fully face (Y/n) and fisting her hand in the front of (Y/n)’s uniform blazer and pulling her closer to her angry golden eyes. “This was my only chance to get out of being a house pet, it was a risk I had to take!”

“I wish you would have talked to me! You know I only want to help you!” (Y/n) fought the stinging sensation building in her eyes and stood her ground.

“Oh really, how do you expect me to believe that? Don’t think I didn’t see you being all chummy with Jabami and the dog in there. You know it’s because of her that I even had to instigate this match!”

“They roped me into coming along, it’s not like I had anything better to do since my best friend seemingly went missing yesterday, but it’s a good thing I came with them because it lead me straight to you.”

“Now what are you going to do, huh?” Mary’s grip tightened on the blazer, “Mock me like everyone else? Make me your own personal mittens and laugh with everyone while you tell me to do degrading things?”

“I’d never do that! You know I’ve never condoned that behavior, how could you think so lowly of me?” (Y/n) cursed herself as she felt a rebel tear escape and streak down her cheek. She moved her free hand to wipe it away, but Mary released her death grip on (Y/n)’s now thoroughly wrinkled blazer and beat her to it, wiping away the tear with the edge of her sleeve with a tenderness that (Y/n) almost never witnessed from the girl.

Mary’s touch lingered for a few moments, her golden eyes searched (Y/n)’s own, still glossy with unshed tears that threatened to join their fallen comrade.

“Fuck, stop that,” Mary admonished quietly, turning her gaze away.

“Stop what?” (Y/n) asked breathlessly, feeling exasperated and unbelievably exhausted.

“Stop looking like you’re going to cry, damnit!” Mary exhaled sharply and pushed her bangs back, “I’m the one with the 50 million yen debt for fuck’s sake!”

“Yes, but you’re my closest friend Mary! You mean more to me then you’ll probably ever know and I’m so scared for you!” (Y/n) couldn’t hold the floodgates any longer, finally she allowed the the tears of stress fall in earnest. She released her hold on Mary’s bicep and rubbed her face roughly with her sleeve while trying to force the tears to stop.

“Quit that,” Mary ordered awkwardly, pulling (Y/n)’s arm away from her face, “You’ll just further irritate your skin.”

“So what, I’m just supposed to look like a hot mess?” (Y/n) sniffed.

“Just come here you idiot,” Mary groaned, her tone lacking any of its usual bite as she pulled (Y/n) to the ground and held her with her back against the trunk of the nearest tree and (Y/n) somewhat nestled between Mary’s legs and sitting at a side angle.

Mary released an annoyed sigh and (Y/n) squeaked as Mary roughly pushed the other girl’s head into her chest and persisted with her hold, an awkward hug which (Y/n) eagerly reciprocated seeing as Mary rarely was the first to engage any physical contact. “If you get any snot on my uniform, I’ll kill you,” she mumbled, nevertheless tightening her hold.

They stayed like that even after (Y/n) had managed to calm down. They sat quietly together under the glowing leaves of the tree. The only other sounds being the rustle of the wind and the occasional bird song mixed with the mingled breaths of the two Hyakkaou students.

“What time is it?”

(Y/n) had almost dozed off when Mary finally spoke. She reached into her blazer’s pocket and fumbled with her phone, wincing at the late afternoon hour.

“School let out twenty minutes ago. Hope you didn’t have anything important due today,” (Y/n) sighed, showing Mary the time displayed on her lock screen.

“Please, that’s the least of my worries right now,” Mary rolled her eyes.

“Right...”

“Hey, don’t you start that again. It was bad enough the first time,” Mary scolded.

“Sorry,” (Y/n) sniffed and collected herself again, shifting away from Mary a bit so they were face to face. “How about I make it up to you with late lunch/ early dinner, my treat?”

“No way,” Mary tisked, “I can pay for myself.”

“I know for a fact you can’t, you broke ass bitch,” (Y/n) attempted humor, her lips forming the faintest of smiles.

“Way to kick a girl while she’s down,” Mary turned her head away in an attempt to hide the self deprecating smirk that had manifested over her lips.

“I’ll let you pick what we eat and we’ll call it even,” (Y/n) replied as she got up on wobbly legs. She immediately missed the warmth that had accumulated between her and Mary over the last several hours. She offered Mary her hand and her heart leapt when Mary accepted the help without a second thought.

“Fine, whatever I pick, it’s going to be delivery.” Mary said, patting the dirt off of her skirt. “We look like we’ve been lost in the wilderness for five days.” She added, approaching (Y/n) to remove a leaf that had settled in her hair.

Like before, Mary’s hand lingered, slowly dropping lower until it cupped (Y/n)’s cheek. Mary didn’t even seem to register that she had done that, given the far away look in her eye.

(Y/n) could feel her skin catch fire under the brush of Mary’s thumb and cleared her throat, causing Mary to jolt her hand away embarrassed and internally fuming at herself.

“S-so let’s head back to my room, yeah? We can get cleaned up and watch some movies, just forget everything and everyone else for tonight. We can continue worrying tomorrow.” (Y/n) proposed.

“Yeah, sounds good. I know I don’t want to go back to the Hana dorms right now if I can help it,” Mary shrugged, her attempt at appearing disinterested thwarted by her reddened cheeks.

On their way back to the Tsubaki class dorms, Mary grumbled something about not getting there fast enough and grabbed (Y/n)’s hand, lacing their fingers together as they walked. Mary picked up the speed a bit, but really made no difference that would cut down the time it would take to get back. (Y/n) didn’t comment on it though, instead opting to hum and gently swing their connected hands as they went.

When they got within view of the dorms, and all of the students milling about, Mary tugged her hand away and crossed her arms tightly over her chest, but continued to move alongside (Y/n) with a cute pout over her lips.

(Y/n) held her student ID against the panel near the door of the lobby and opened the door, ushering Mary inside. They took the elevator to the second floor, which housed the second year students of the Tsubaki class, and from there they headed to the girl’s wing.

When (Y/n) unlocked the door to her room, Mary pushed past her and flopped onto (Y/n) bed with a groan.

“Hey, You’re going to get dirt all over my comforter!” (Y/n) scolded half heartedly.

“Don’t care, I’m tired.” Mary smirked and took out her phone to scroll over dinner options. When she settled on one she tossed the phone at (Y/n) who fumbled with it before gaining a secure grasp over it. “You know what I like. You order while I take a shower.” Mary demanded as she walked away. “This stupidly rich school did one thing right when it fitted each room with its own bathroom.”

“Yeah, feel free to use whatever you need in there,” (Y/n) said distractedly as she scanned the menu. “Oh, and you can borrow some clothes to change into. The comfy stuff is in the two middle drawers.”

“Thanks.” Mary redirected her path to stop at the dresser and took a crewneck sweatshirt and a pair of shorts before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

(Y/n) placed an order for the food. When she was sure everything was in order, she closed the app and her breath caught in her throat.

Mary’s home screen was a picture that they took last year that included Mary, herself, Tsuzura, and Yukimi-senpai in their maid outfits. She smiled fondly at the memory, a bittersweet feeling forming in her heart as she made a mental note to talk to Tsuzura again soon. Though she missed her friend dearly, she knew she was much happier at her new school. It certainly was a less stressful environment to say the least.

(Y/n) locked the phone and placed it on her desk before plopping down into the desk chair and reaching for the tv remote to open her streaming service of choice.

“Showers’ free.” Mary sighed when she emerged from the bathroom, a wave of steam in her wake.

“Wow, just how hot was the water you were using?” (Y/n) asked with a chuckle.

“I’m sure there is still plenty of hot water left if that’s what you’re implying,” Mary said with a roll of her eyes. “Anyway, go get cleaned up, you’re a mess.”

“Ouch, okay,” (Y/n)’s hand flew to her chest in mock hurt briefly, “Expect a text in the next ten minutes or so for when the food gets here.”

“Got it,” Mary waved her hand dismissively and (Y/n) walked into the bathroom with an armful of fresh clothes.

By the time she was finished, Mary had the food set up in front of the tv and was lying along the full length of the couch scrolling through movie titles.

“Find anything you want to watch?”

“Meh, this one seems alright,” Mary scrolled back up and highlighted one.

“The Gamble Hole?” (Y/n) quirked a brow.

“What, you got a problem with it?” Mary grumped.

“No!” (Y/n) objected, holding her hands up defensively, “A fine choice, I just thought with- never mind. Just move your legs so I don’t break them when I sit on the couch.”

Mary scoffed and raised her legs, allowing (Y/n) just enough time to sit on the cushion before flopping her feet into (Y/n)’s lap. Mary then handed (Y/n) her food and started the movie.

They sat in comfortable silence, only broken occasionally by Mary dunking on the movie. Somewhere in the middle of the film, Mary got up to toss away their garbage and when she came back she had traded her feet’s previous positioning on (Y/n)’s lap with her head’s previous position on the arm of the couch.

Mary’s eyes dared (Y/n) to comment on the change in position, but (Y/n) let Mary have her peace and simply carded her fingers through Mary’s loose hair while turning her attention back to the movie.

One movie became two, two became three, and somewhere in the middle of that they had curled up on the couch and fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.

Mary was the first to wake early the next morning. She had heard the faint tone of her phone’s alarm from (Y/n)’s bedroom where she had left it to charge and she groaned quietly to herself before untangling from (Y/n) to go turn it off.

“Hey, (Y/n), it’s time to get up.” Mary spoke gruffly, coming back into the main room to shake the other girl awake.

“Noooo,” (Y/n) groaned, curling into herself.

“C’mon, get ready or I’m leaving without you.” Mary warned. (Y/n) appeared to have dozed off again and Mary crossed her arms tightly over her chest and scoffed. “Fine, don’t get up. I’ll just go to school by myself and try another official match. I wonder if Yumemite is back from her tour yet.”

(Y/n) shot up from the couch and grabbed the hem of the crewneck Mary had borrowed. “Please don’t do that for the love of god!”

“Then get up and get ready to go, dumb ass. I still have to go back to my dorm for a clean uniform so I’ll meet you outside of the Hana building, got it?”

“You promise?” (Y/n) asked shyly, thinking back to the last two days when Mary hadn’t waited for her, avoided her.

Mary rolled her eyes and ruffled (Y/n)’s hair, “I promise, dummy.” Mary gathered her belongings and made her way to the door, “If you take too long I can’t say I’ll be able to keep that promise though.”

“I’ll be there!” (Y/n) called out just before Mary closed the door behind her. (Y/n) stood up from the couch and quickly began her morning routine and got dressed in a clean uniform. She grabbed her school bag and made sure she had her phone and ID before heading out.

(Y/n) hummed happily, swaying on her heels as she waited for Mary to come outside.

“You look very happy this morning, (Y/n)! It’s very sweet!”

(Y/n) was knocked out of her own little world when Yumeko seemingly appeared out of nowhere and linked arms with her.

“Ah Yumeko! You scared me.” (Y/n) exhaled, a hand over her heart.

“I apologize, (Y/n). Did you have a good night with Saotome?” Yumeko asked.

“How do you know about that?”

“I saw her walking back earlier. When I asked her if she was with you, she told me to keep my mouth shut and mind my own damn business. She’s so expressive!” Yumeko giggled.

“Uh huh,” (Y/n) smiled sheepishly. “So, um, how did your gamble with Nishinotouin-senpai go?”

“Oh, I lost unfortunately!”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” (Y/n) felt a bit of guilt grip her heart. “I hope it wasn’t too bad, was it?”

“I’m 310 million yen in the hole!” Yumeko replied seemingly unbothered. In fact, she looked... happy?

“Three... three...” (Y/n) couldn’t even get the number out of her mouth, instead she kept opening and closing her mouth like a fish, occasionally mumbling a three while Yumeko smiled at her.

“Why the hell are you still standing out here?” Mary asked, irritation evident as she tugged (Y/n) out of Yumeko’s grasp.

“I was waiting for (Y/n) and Ryota! You as well Saotome, I’d love for us to be friends!” Yumeko answered.

“I’d rather die.” Mary sneered and made to tug (Y/n) towards the school but the girl was still dumbstruck and mumbling to herself. Mary snapped her fingers and waved in her face before turning back to Yumeko. “What the hell did you do to her?” She glared.

“Hmm? I don’t think I did anything.” Yumeko held a finger to her chin as she thought back.

“Whatever, just stay away from us! Got it?” Mary pushed passed Yumeko, pulling (Y/n) along and causing her to stumble behind her.

“See you later!” Yumeko waved.

***

Mary dragged (Y/n) into her classroom so she could get her stuff ready for class before going to get breakfast in the cafeteria. Her desk was still covered in marker but it hadn’t gotten worse since yesterday at least.

“I can help you clean it if you want.” (Y/n) asked, apparently she had finally sobered after the shock Yumeko had given her.

“Don’t bother, it would just encourage them to do it again and would make the effort a waste.” Mary shook her head and opened her desk, surprised to see an unfamiliar, thin journal sat neatly in the middle of her books and papers. “What the hell is this?” She muttered, turning it in her hands. The words ‘life plan’ shimmered in the light along with Mary’s name stenciled neatly below.

“Isn’t that the student council seal?” (Y/n) wondered, pointing to the golden insignia on the back.

Mary opened the thin journal and scanned the pages, becoming more agitated as she read. What’s this about an arranged marriage? Children? What kind of sick joke-

Mary slammed her fist on her desk, making (Y/n) jump. “This is bullshit! They can’t do this!”

“Mary-“ (Y/n) reached a hand out as the blonde strode away from her desk, the life plan held tightly in her hand. (Y/n)’s hand just missed Mary’s sleeve and Mary turned once she stood at the classroom door.

“I need to pay the student council a visit. I’ll see you after class.” Mary spoke before turning back and began walking briskly down the hallway.

“Be careful!” (Y/n) called back to her, rushing to the door to watch Mary stalk away.

With Mary gone, (Y/n) had no other choice but to move on to the cafeteria herself. She grabbed something she could eat quickly before heading to her classroom.

(Y/n) groaned inwardly once she reached the door, Kiwatari was already there raising hell as always.

“Kiwatari, isn’t it a little early to be an asshole?” (Y/n) asked, placing her bag on her desk hook.

“What’s it to you, (L/n)? ‘m just playing with my pets.”

“Class is about to start and as class rep, I must ask that you refrain from harassing people getting ready for class. House pets included.” (Y/n) spoke resolutely, using what she called her, ‘Igarashi, Sayaka voice’ and gave a sympathetic once over to Tsubomi who stood with her head held low.

“Tsk, uptight bitch” Kiwatari muttered, giving Tsubomi one last shove as he made his way to his seat.

(Y/n) frowned deeply but did not intervene again. She would rather not be stuck on that pig’s radar by getting overly involved in his business. So, she held her tongue and waited for the teacher to enter in the next few minutes. However, just before roll call, the intercom system crackled to life and the voice of the student council secretary greeted the student body.

Igarashi had made an announcement explaining that an opportunity had arose for those who had debts to pay and those interested were to come to the assembly room for more information.

(Y/n) had no debts to participate in such an event, but she left with the small group in her class because she was almost certain Mary would attend the meeting, and right she was.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Mary muttered quietly when (Y/n) came up to her.

“Well, I figured you’d be here when I heard the announcement. How did your talk with the student council go?”

“Shitty. Now be quiet so I can focus on what she’s saying.” Mary gestured towards the front of the room where Igarashi had just stepped up to the podium.

“Welcome students,” Igarashi smiled politely, “Our president has brought to fruition an opportunity that could very well change your lives as you know them. A gamble that could free you from your chains of servitude, or send you plummeting further into despair. Should you choose to compete, the game of choice will be ten rounds of Indian Poker. You will be divided into groups of four. Each person’s chip’s worth will depend on their accumulated debt. You may place whatever amount of debt you wish to wager with on your provided card. We look forward to your participation in the Great Debt Swapping Game.”

“Ooo, this should be a lot of fun!”

Mary and (Y/n) jumped as a head popped between them and an arm wrapped around each of their shoulders.

“Get the hell off me!” Mary growled, pushing Yumeko off. “What are you even doing here anyway?”

“Oh, did (Y/n) not tell you? I’m over 300 million yen in debt!” Yumeko cheered.

“As if I care, you know-“ Mary paused and did a double take at Yumeko, “Did you just say— Fuck you!” Mary turned back towards to front absolutely seething.

“Awww why is Saotome mad at me, (Y/n)?” Yumeko pouted and hung off the other girl while (Y/n) struggled to escape her grasp.

“My best guess would be she’s pissed that you beat her and put her in debt and then not even three days later you lost, and lost badly at that. Mary is probably taking that as a severe insult to not only her gambling skill, but also her pride.” (Y/n) said thoughtfully.

“I could do without the analysis, (Y/n)!”

“I found that quite helpful and I feel closer to Saotome for it, thank you (Y/n)!” Yumeko smiled sweetly at (Y/n) before directing her attention back to Mary. “Don’t feel bad Saotome, had an outside party not gotten involved in my gamble, Nishinotouin-senpai would have found herself in my position I’m sure!”

“Do you not know what personal space is?” Mary griped, stepping away from Yumeko once again.

“The groups have been randomly set,” Igarashi’s voice rolled over the assembly hall once more and she began listing off the groups, “...Next we have Saotome Mary, Jabami Yumeko, Kiwatari Jun, and Tsubomi Nanami. The following group consists of...”

“Did you hear that Saotome? We’re in the same group! How lucky!” Yumeko invaded Mary’s space once more, smiling even more brilliantly.

“Of course we are. Why am I not surprised.” Mary moved to the other side of (Y/n) to put some distance between herself and Yumeko. By doing so she noticed the thoughtful, far away look (Y/n) currently held. “Hey, what’s up?” her voice was a little gruff but held an undertone of affection.

“The other people in your group are in my class. I can understand why Tsubomi would be here, as she’s a house pet, but Kiwatari has no outstanding reason to compete that I’m aware of.” (Y/n) shifted her weight and looked at the two Hana class students, her expression serious. “I may not know his plan, but I can almost guarantee you that he will be using Tsubomi as an accomplice of sorts to achieve his goal.”

“Oh my, are you sure about this (Y/n)?” Yumeko tilted her head.

“Kiwatari has been making Tsubomi’s life hell for a long time now. Her will has been severely damaged if not completely destroyed by him. She’ll probably do what he says because she finds it easier then fighting back. Which is why I think...” (Y/n) drifted off, her eyes moving to look exclusively at Mary who immediately let out a strangled, agitated noise.

“Alright, I see where this is going and I don’t like it but...” Mary sighed “You aren’t going to let me continue on unless I do this, aren’t you?”

“That would be correct.” (Y/n) nodded.

Yumeko kept looking between the two, her expression one of mild confusion.

“Jabami,” Mary finally spat.

“Yes?”

“Will you work with me for this gamble.” Mary gritted out.

“Oh Saotome! I’d be honored to be your partner!” Yumeko clapped, “Was this your plan (Y/n)? Thank you for making this gamble so much more interesting!”

“Uh, you’re welcome?” Students began filling out the assembly hall to fill out their debt cards and (Y/n) looked over the two girls nervously. “They aren’t going to let outside parties watch these matches and I should really get back to class. You two should hurry so you can get your cards and come up with a strategy.”

“What do you look so worried for?” Mary scoffed, messing up (Y/n)’s hair, “You already gave me an edge over the competition, if you think I’m still going to lose after that you’re really pissing me off.”

“Don’t worry (Y/n), I’ll take good care of Mary-san!” Yumeko butted in.

“Shut up, Jabami.”

“I hate that you’re taking this risk, but I believe you can win. So I’ll try not to stress over it too much. You’ll come find me when it’s over, right?” (Y/n) asked.

“Where else would I go, dummy?” Mary rolled her eyes and turned away, Yumeko hot on her heels. “I’ll see you later.” She added, her words sounding much less harsh. Yumeko waved excitedly then turned to catch up with Mary’s strides.

***

(Y/n) was surprised when at her break, Ryota had come to her class looking for her with another student.

“You (L/n), (Y/n)?” The other student asked.

“Yes, and what may I ask is this about?”

“I’ve got a check for Suzui here. However it was also requested that you be present as a witness to the transaction. Since you’re here,” he pulled an envelope from his blazer and handed it to Ryota, “I can give Suzui the check. Have a good day.” The student nodded before exiting the classroom.

“What’s this about, Suzui?” (Y/n) asked.

“I wish I knew.” Ryota scratched his head. “I’m just as confused as you are.”

“Well, I guess you should open it.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Ryota tore open the seal and pulled the check out. It took a moment but once the amount registered in their minds, Ryota and (Y/n) both screamed.

“How the hell did you get all that money, Suzui!? Did you kill someone? Several someones!?” (Y/n) asked nonplussed.

“I- I didn’t do anything! ...I think!? This must be a joke, right? Is this a prank, (Y/n)? Did Saotome-san put you up to this?”

“No, of course not!”

“This can’t be real. I should really just throw it out.” Ryota sighed tiredly.

“Wait,” (Y/n) stopped him from crinkling up the paper, “Don’t do anything just yet. Keep it until the end of the day at least. Meet me back here and then we can decide what to do with it if no new info comes up. Just keep it safe until then.”

“Alright, I can do that.” Ryota appeared to be sweating. “Nothing stressful about carrying an obscene amount of mysterious money that may or may not be real.”

“If it really bothers you that much I can hold onto it until then.” (Y/n) offered.

“Please!” Ryota quickly shoved the paper into (Y/n)’s hand without a second thought.

“Alright, I’ll see you here after school, okay?” (Y/n) asked as she tucked the paper into the front of her blazer.

“Right!” Ryota answered, his shoulders slumped as the tension holding the check had brought left.

***

The rest of (Y/n)’s classes slugged by, the weight of the check against her chest becoming heavier with each hour dragging by and thoughts of Mary plagued her mind. Was she doing okay?

Finally the last class had wrapped up for the day and (Y/n) rubbed her palms roughly over her eyes. She felt exhausted.

A few minutes later, Ryota arrived and sat in the desk next to hers looking just as tired.

“So, what now?” He asked.

(Y/n) released a joyless hum as she removed the check from her blazer and looked over it again. “I don’t know. I did some research about counterfeit checks and it appears to be legitimate. I’m just worried about what this money could mean. You don’t just have this kind of cash fall into your lap for free.”

“Aha! They’re in here Mary-san!” Yumeko suddenly appeared in the doorway, a little out of breath.

“Yumeko!” Ryota greeted her happily.

“Yumeko! How did the gamble go? Where’s Mary?” (Y/n) asked.

“I’m right here, dummy.” Mary appeared in the doorway looking a little out of breath herself, “If you two didn’t make us need to run around the school, we could have met up sooner.”

Mary stalked over to Ryota and (Y/n) and she practically dropped to the floor in relief. “Thank god you have it!” Mary took the check from (Y/n)’s hand and kissed (Y/n)’s cheek without even having it register in her mind as she looked over the check before pressing it to her chest like a precious artefact. “I told Yumeko to just have it sent to you, but she insisted Suzui hold onto it for god only knows why.”

(Y/n) just stared at Mary absolutely dumbfounded, her hand that once held the check now pressed to her warm and tingling cheek.

“What? What’s with the face?” Mary asked with a quirk of her brow.

“I I I- You, um,” (Y/n) stuttered, unable to find her words.

“Oh, you saw the money did you?” Mary smirked, “Impressive, isn’t it?”

“You mean the money is yours?” Ryota asked, “That makes more sense now I guess, but how’d you get all that?”

“The Debt Swapping Game, of course!” Mary scoffed, “Honestly Jabami, did you tell him anything about what we were doing?”

“I saw no need to. It all worked out in the end, didn’t it?” Yumeko smiled brightly.

“Wait wait, you won?” (Y/n) stared up at Mary with cautious awe. “That check is what you won in the gamble?”

Mary stared back, smug and looking oh so happy with herself. “Yeah, it’s the last time you’ll see me wearing one of these eye sores.” Mary tugged the house pet tag off of her neck and tossed it into the garbage.

“You won! You won!” (Y/n) cheered and shot up out of her desk. She wrapped her arms around Mary and bounced her around while laughing joyously.

“Hey! Calm down!” Mary blushed, and pushed (Y/n) by the shoulders to try to stop her jostling movements.

“This is fun!” Yumeko joined in from behind Mary, wrapping her arms around her neck and bouncing in time with (Y/n) who was still vigorously celebrating.

“Alright that’s enough, get off!” Mary elbowed Yumeko in the stomach and pushed (Y/n) half an arm’s length away. “A little space would be-“

(Y/n) cupped half of Mary’s face with her hand and landed a quick kiss on Mary’s cheek before pulling away completely. She continued to dance around the classroom, feeling heat run through her face and a rush of giddiness. Her smiling lips still tingling from the brief contact. Yumeko skipped with (Y/n) around the classroom, still happy to revel in the celebration that was dangerously close to becoming excessive.

“Hu... Hey!” Mary finally regained her bearings, her shoulders stiff and face red, watching (Y/n) and Yumeko make their way across the front of the room.

Mary’s voice forced (Y/n) to a sudden halt, causing Yumeko to bump into her, but she too stopped to look curiously at Mary.

“What the hell was that?” Mary glared at (Y/n), her arms crossed tightly over her blazer.

(Y/n) didn’t even try to act dumb, it would have been unwise based on how intently Mary was staring at her. “I, um, I was just returning the favor.”

“What favor?” Mary stared incredulously.

“Mary-san, don’t say you forgot already! That would just be cruel.” Yumeko pouted and pulled (Y/n) into her arms and pat her head affectionately. “If I were to kiss (Y/n), I certainly wouldn’t forget.” Her words causing (Y/n) to duck out of her reach to try to cover her bashfulness.

“I think I’m gonna go home?” Ryota looked over the three girls, his face plainly showed how weird he found the whole scene to be. “Uh, yeah, see you guys tomorrow.” He waved awkwardly before darting out the door.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Mary continued, not even acknowledging Ryota’s exit.

“Mary, you kissed me when you took the check from me...” (Y/n) shyly pointed to her cheek, her eyes focusing in the opposite corner of the room from Mary. Yumeko hummed and nodded affirmingly.

“I did not I-“ Mary’s skin gained a few darker shades of red and she stood statue still and just as stiff, her eyes lit up as if recalling a distant memory. (Y/n) and Yumeko watched from the front of the classroom, waiting to see what would become of the blonde who seemed to be trapped in her own mind.

“I wonder if we broke her.” Yumeko mused, a finger tapping lightly over her lips.

After a few more moments, Mary’s head shot up, her eyes immediately connecting with (Y/n)’s startled ones. “Get over here.” Mary commanded, her voice tight and low.

(Y/n) gulped and quickly made her way to stand in front of her friend, not wanting to risk an impatient reprimand for stalling. “Y...Yes, Mary?” she asked, meekly.

“Closer.”

(Y/n) took another tentative step forward. Mary sighed and pulled (Y/n) in by the blazer until their noses grazed, eliciting a surprised squeak from the other girl. Mary tilted her head and kissed (Y/n)’s cheek again, lingering a bit longer than she had with the first one.

“Can I have one, Mary-san?” Yumeko called from her spot against the front wall.

“No! Why are you even still here, read the room and go home already!” Mary blushed, nevertheless keeping her hold on (Y/n)’s blazer.

“Oh my, are you planning to be more intimate right now? I suppose it is a little early in our relationship for me to bare witness to such displays. I’ll see you two tomorrow!” Yumeko hummed happily as she exited the classroom, pulling the door close behind her.

“Why did you have to word it like that, you fucking weirdo!” Mary yelled after Yumeko, but she was already gone.

Mary turned back to (Y/n) and released another sigh. “Do that thing again.”

(Y/n) stared at Mary inquisitively for a moment before realization dawned over her. She smiled and gently pressed another kiss over Mary’s cheek.

Mary took a moment to clear her throat after (Y/n) pulled away before speaking, “Thanks. Thanks for that and uh, not leaving me behind as a house pet.” She mumbled.

“Anytime.” (Y/n)’s features grew soft. “Thanks for letting me back in.”

“So listen,” Mary began, her tone made room for no nonsense, “First thing tomorrow I’m paying back the student council and then I’ve got to give Jabami some fair compensation for teaming up in the debt game, but after classes do you want to go somewhere, just us? Like we were supposed to do before Jabami ruined everything.”

“Isn’t it usually just us when we go do stuff?” (Y/n) chuckled and smiled innocently at Mary’s warning look.

“Hey, with Jabami and the dog- ugh, Suzui, always popping up these days, they’d probably invite themselves along. I’m just trying to cover all my bases.”

“So, it’s a date then?” (Y/n) asked, trying to keep her emotions under the surface as to not get her hopes too high, to not show her disappointment should Mary deny it.

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

(Y/n) nodded.

“Yeah, it’s a date. Officially I guess.” Mary shrugged.

(Y/n) hugged Mary so hard, she nearly suffocated her, but Mary didn’t complain. Instead, she hugged back just as hard and hid her smile in (Y/n)’s hair.

#Kakegurui oneshots #Kakegurui x reader #Mary Saotome x reader #Maeri Saotome x reader

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we-have-bangtan · 4 years ago

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BCO (Bulletproof Crime Org.)

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Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Theme: Mafia au, poly au, smut, gore

Warning: Swearing, smut, gore, Hobi and Jimin smooch.

VERY UN-EDITED

SO SO SO LONG

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Chapter 1 || chapter 2 ||

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She was tempted to smash the window with the tennis ball she had been given in order to stay entertained. She hadn’t realized how boring house arrest was in all these years, she vowed to never let any of her victims go through this.

She stood up, going to look out the window again, gang members littered the lawn, 2 to the right, 3 towards the corner of the building and 2 more directly across from the window. She’d have a tough time running away, not that she had any plan to do that.

She felt like Rapunzel in Mother Gothel’s castle, just that here she had 7 mother Gothels. She considered throwing the ball as hard as she could at the two men, one with pink hair and the other with black hair, to the right of the window; just to practice her aim. She decided against it, picking up an apple from the fruit basket Taehyung had delivered to her this morning, preferring to chuck an apple at them instead.

She leaned out of the window, aiming with one eye closed and threw it with all her might, the apple she had thrown meeting the head of the one with pink hair, “Heyyyy” the boy yelped in shock, looking all around to look for where the apple came from, he didn’t notice her in the window right behind him.

The boy with black hair seemed to convince the guy that he was imagining stuff. The two of them went back to their conversation as Yn smirked to herself, finally some entertainment, she thought as she grabbed the smaller basket on grapes, tossing one of them at the pink haired one again before quickly moving away from the window just as someone knocked on the door.

“Come in” she yelled, hurriedly moving away from the window as Jungkook peeked into the room before entering, “Supp” he asked, looking around her room, it was nice, comfortable and bright, it had a very comfortable bed and an arm chair that was a little squeaky, “Same ol’, bored, how long will I be under house arrest?” she asked making the youngest of the boys raise an eyebrow at her.

“You’ll be under house arrest till your injuries have healed, and the fuck you mean bored, I could literally see you throwing fruits at Yeonjun” he said, calling her out on her bullshit, “yah, what am I supposed to do when I’m bored” she defended, Jungkook walked over to the window as he spoke, “I didn’t say you had to stop, I actually came to join you” he admitted, his eyes fixed on the black haired fellow.

She quietly dragged a chair towards the window, taking the fruit basket with her as well, handing Jungkook an orange before taking a grape for herself. Jungkook aimed at the dude’s head with all the concentration that he had before throwing the fruit which met with the poor boy’s forehead.

“Aish, you blew my cover” Yn huffed as the guy looked up at them. “Ah, don’t worry about it, I can entertain you instead” he assured as he saw Soobin take Yeonjun away from the window to a place out of their range.

Soobin would have given anyone else a piece of his mind if they had done that to him but now that it was Jungkook and the boss lady, he would lose his life if he even looked at them wrongly. He’d complain about it to Jin hyung later he decided before going back to his conversation with Yeonjun.

Jungkook fell back on Yn’s bed as she too moved away from the window to join him, making sure not to put any pressure on her injuries. “I need clothes of my own don’t you think?” she said, looking down at the clothes one of the girls in the compound had lent her, they were nice but not exactly her style.

“Why, are the ones you have now not enough?” he question taking a moment to look over the shorts and t-shirt she was wearing, “It’s not they aren’t enough, it’s just that they aren’t my style” she admitted as she toyed with the hem of her sleeve.

She and Jungkook had come to a mutually understand each other in the past three days. He’d come to the room to check up on her and somehow managed to stay back to entertain her for a while before he’d have to go again. He was a few months older than her and was constantly bugging her about it, he’d whine and groan when ever she didn’t use any honorifics but he had come to the understanding that she was not going to use honorifics with him or anyone in the group.

He was comforting and entertaining and a dumbass at times, but he was nice, he wasn’t the 7th leader of Bulletproof crime org, the biggest criminal organisation in Korea. He was Jungkook, a goofy 24 year old with an addiction to banana milk.

“We’ll see, I’ll as Namjoon hyung if we can go to the mall, do you have money?” he asked as he got up from his spot to strecth his body a little. “Ayaaa, my card is at the compound back home, I need to sneak in to get it” she huffed, already devicing an action plan on how she would get it back.

“You can just open another account you know, no need to go back home, how much was in it anyway?” he asked, worried for her safety although he knew she could handle herself.

She really didn’t have to risk her life to get a dumb credit card, plus, cash was better than car, it didn’t leave tracks anywhere. Jungkook looked at the pretty girl in front of him, she looked like she was contemplating whether to go or not. He didn’t want her to go, honestly. It was a waste, what if she got caught by her old gang, they’d behead her themselves. “20 million won, and I need to end them anyway, might as well get some work done when I go to get my card” she answered leaving Jungkook’s jaw hanging.

“20 MILLION WON??????” he exclaimed, “does the bank not get suspicious? how did you even get that much money?” he questioned, eyes wide with concern for the 23 year old. “It’s a bank run by a close friend who will be relieved if I show up there, but I cna’t go to the bank yet, I’m wanted” she explained, popping a grape in her mouth before continuing, “And i get money the same way you do, through deals and private missions” she answered.

“Do you have private clients?” he asked, he had never been a private assaissin nor had he ever met anyone who was a private assassin, he was curious about it. “Yeah, most of them are politicians or other gang leaders” she answered, “anyway when is the earliest that I can get out of here?” she questioned, successfully diverting the topic.

“Probably in a few days” he answered, being vague on purpose. “Be more specific” she demanded making him chuckle, “Aish, so demanding” he teased, before continuing, “The day after tomorrow, if all your injuries heal properly” he finished, heading to the door,

“ Ynnnn holding Jungkook us again I see” Hobi playfully scolded as he brought a bag of snacks to the table, giving her a bag of shrimp crackers that she had asked for when he had told her that he was going to town for business and asked if she needed anything. “Thank you!” she said, grabbing the packet before ripping it apart, “Aish, I didn’t know you liked them that much or I would have bought more” Hobi said watching as the young assassin devoured the crackers two at a time. “You guys literally gave me fruits, which sane person would have fruit as a snack” she accused as Jungkook left the room quietly so he didn’t have the patience for her whining right now.

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2 DAYS LATER

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“I’m free, I’m free, I’m free” Yn yelled as she went into Namjoon’s office, Namjoon just groaned at how noisy she was before asking her to take a seat. “Do you have somewhere to be immediately?” he asked her as the rest of the boys filed in to join the discussion.

“No where important, but I need to get my money” she answered, Namjoon nodded, Jungkook had told him about it earlier. “Will you do that before or after your test? and when do you want to take your test?” he asked making her look at him with a raised eyebrow, “can I finish the test now and I can leave for a short while to get my shit done before I come back” she asked, he nodded.

A gunshot echoed through the compund as Yn moved out of the way, Jimin had fired a wax bullet at her, it wasn’t meant to hit her. Just to warn her. She quickly climbed onto the chair as Namjoon yelled the rules, she could run anywhere in the mansion at the count of three, but the moment she was hit with the bullet she was out, 30 men were out there to catch her, she had an hour and if she passed the test she was eligible to join the gang.

It was basically a game of tag except that it was 1 against 30 and she didn’t have any weapons either, “Do I get a gun too?” she asked, scanning the room frantically for a way out. “Sure, if you want but it will have only 5 bullets, anyone who gets hit cannot hunt you anymore” Namjoon said, laying out the conditions out for her, she nodded and was quickly tossed a revolver, she checked her ammo before tucking the gun away in her waist band. “Do I get to hurt anyone?” she asked again, gaining a nod from Namjoon.

She held her breath, hearing multiple guns being loaded, which way to go? should she make for the door? no. Taehyung was guarding it, what about the table? no again, Namjoon was staring at her with a revolver in hand, casually spinning it like it was a toy. She never thought a man with a revolver, ready to shoot her would look that sexyy.

She looked left and right, Jungkook and Yoongi were on one side waiting for Namjoon’s count and it was the same case for Jimin and Jin. “1!” Namjoon hollered as she looked all around the room, she should be prepared, “2!” he counted as her eyes landed on the window, her mouth curved into a smirk, she found her escape.

“3!” Namjoon yelled as she leaped out off the chair as high as she could, landing directly in front of the window before jumping over, “GET HER!!!!!!!” Hobi yelled as he barged out of the office chasing after her.

Yn’s thigh stung as she landed in the floor below the office, it looked like a sort of library with rows and rows of floor to ceiling shelves full of books, she quickly jamp atop a shelf, laying herself flat aginst it as she dragged herself by her hands to the end of the row noticing Beomgyu not very far away from her. She silently crept down, using the shelves as a ladder to climb down from the top, she clenched her teeth when a few books fell from the shelf she was holding on to.

Beomgyu turned around to see what the sound was, he looked down at the fallen books with confusion, ‘must have been the wind’ he thought with a shrug turning around when a sharp pain went through his head before blackness enveloped him.

‘Heh, weak boi” Yn thought as she rubbed her knuckles, despite how effective temple punches were, they were a bitch when it came to the pain to her knuckeles. Just as she was going to relax from this dumb game she heard Hobi’s voice outside. He was loudly talking to Jimin who was being just as loud.

She climed the shelves when she heard them some closer and almost lost her shit when she saw them enter the library, she didn’t want to hurt them or shoot them, yet. She peeped down at them watching as Hoseok went through the library never once looking up before he stop right under the shelf she was on.

“Yah, Hobi hyung, what do yout think of her?” Jimin asked as he leaned against the shelf, they didn’t seem to sense her presence in the room. “She’s nice, she’ll fit in well with us” Hobi admitted as he moved closer to him, pushing Jimin against the shelf, Yn almost popped an imaginary boner when she saw them roughly kiss each other. She wanted to look away, she really did, but she couldn’t tae her eyes away from the two of them.

She made the mistake of trying to get more comfortable, caying the shelf to creak making the two lovers move away from each other, she quickly grabbed her gun, moving as silently as she could as Hobi and Jimin looked around to find her, “Ynnieee, I know your here” Hobi sang as he walked into the row a little away from her, “click, aim, shoot” she whispered to herself as her hands followed the actions watching with glee as Hobi yelped attracting Jimin’s attention.

Yn quickly jumped out of the window again, climing up the water pipe to Namjoon’s office only to see Yoongi relaxing in Namjjon’s boss chair, a glass of bourbon in front of him, she hung by the window sill, trying her hardest not to be seen as but she felt someone grab onto her leg, pulling her down. She quickly kicked the hand off, looking down to see Jimin with a mischevious grin on his face,

“Yah, Jimin-ah let go!!” she yelled as she struggled to maintain her grip on the window sill, Yoongi heard her yell and grinned as he walked towards the window , he looked down at her with a sadistic grin on his face, he looked like Scar from the Lion ing for a moment there, with his hands on Yn’s, ready to push her off just like how Scar had done to Mufasa.

“Okayyy super villain, pull me up and I’ll give you like 2 million won” she bribed, kicking at JImin’s hands aggressively, “Make that 4 million and you have a deal” he countered, “how about 3 million instead?” she bargained, giving him an almost blinding grin when he pulled her up.

“You better keep that bargain up and don’t kill anyone” he said as he dusted his hands off before retaking his seat.”I swear I will! and I can’t promise that I won’t kill anyone” Yn yelled as she casually strolled out of the office only to come face to face with Taehyung, he gave her a naughty grin, “Gotcha” he said, grabbing her arm, she quickly jabbed at his neck and the unsuspecting fellow fell to the ground with a thud.

“I told you not to kill anyone” Yoongi said, peeking from a crack in the door. “He’s not dead” she assured as she made for the staircase, crawling up so no one can spot her. She checked the time in the fancy Rolex that she had stolen from an unconcious Tae, 30 minutes had passed, 30 more to go.

She snuck up the stairs when she saw Yeonjun on the other end of the sprawling corridor, quickly preparing her gun she set her aim, steadying her hand before she pulled the trigger, the gunshot was loud and echoed through the compund as the bullet hit Yeonjun in the side, he didn’t seem surprised infact, he tured towards her with a smirk before gesturing for her to look up.

She tilted her neck to look above her to see seventeen men staring down at her, their guns aimed straight at her, she held her breath as she jamp down thw stairs right as they all fired their guns, she almost got hit more than once but she was quick enough to get out of the way before they could touch her.

She huffed as she ran down the stairs, scolding herself for not hitting the gym as regularly as she could. She could feel how unfit she was, she was out of breath and panting, she was hungry from all the running around and she realized just how much of her stamina had gone down in the last few days.

She huffed and cursed as she ran downstairs, but hurriedly crept away when she heard footsteps, she cursed to herself as she hid, holding her gun out incase she might need it. She took a deep breath, waiting for the person to pass her when pain shot through her arm, Jungkook stood next to her, his grip tight on her elbow causing her great pain. She quickly jabbed at his stomach making him let go of her before she grabbed his gun from his pocket, he seemed to be unprepared to catch her explaining why his gun was still in the hollister.

She pointed her own gun at Jungkook’s head, a grin taking over her tired and sweaty face, Jungkook almost fell for her in that instand, seeing her hold a gun to his head, looking fucking gorgeous with at smile on her face. He steped closer, pressing his head against the nozzle of the gun, Yn instinctively took a step bac only for her back to hit the wall when a sudden yell made them junp away from each other.

“You’re supposed to shoot each other, not make out you know” Jin yelled looking down at them from the top of the stairs, he wasn’t gonna lie, he had felt thirsty when he had seen the two of them in that position. Yn pointed Jungkook’s gun at Seokjin and pulled the trigger only for Jin to duck away fromt he bullet, “Stay fucking still” Yn growled as she took aim again.

Jungkook almost went feral at the sound Yn made. Her gun still pressed to his head. The next shot rang out, hitting Jin in the chest and Jin dramatically fell to the ground holding his heart, “What a damsel,” Yn scoffed as she kicked Jungkook away from her before shooting him with his own gun.

Jungkook wasn’t even offended that he had lost the game, he happily hopped up the stairs to join Jin hyung who was going to the kitchen to make a snack for himself, the bright orange stains on their clothes, a batch of both honor and shame.

Yn looked around the mansion when she felt a tap on her shoulder, she turned around to see Soobin standing behind her with an unimpressed look on his face, “Supp” she said with a wave, “everyone is looking for you, Jimin hyung is convinced that you ran away” he said, rushing her to Namjoon’s mansion.

The boys were quiet surprised to see Yn being shoved into the office, her face puffy and her hair sticking out in every way, thry thought she had ran away. “Where were you,we’ve been lookig for you everywhere” Namjoon said as Seokjin walked towards her to take the revolvers from her, tossing the purple one to Jungkook and tucking the other one in his own holister.

“Taking a nap” she answered cheekily as Namjoon got behind his desk, “Did you hurt yourself anywhere?” he asked as he pulled out a box from one of the drawers, she shook her head, craning her neck to be able to see what was in the box.

“Good, because you have a mission” Namjoon said, pulling out a sleek dagger from the box, its handle had a snake design, making it look like the snake was coiling itself around the handle, the sharp blade, glinting in the light.

“Yahh, so pretty” Yn said as she reached for the dagger only for Namjoon to pull it back, “not for you, I’m supposed to take a blood oath of loyalty” he said, as he took a hold of her wrist, “Don’t cut too deep” she said as he placed the blade on her thumb, he pushed down on it causing it to bleed before letting a few drop trickle down her thumb onto the paper with the oath written on it, right next to her name.

“Congratulations Yn, you are now a member of the Bulletproof crime organisation, I’ll give you a week to settle all matters outside the organisation.” Namjoon said, putting the paper away.

“Can I still continue with my private assassinations?” she asked, sucking on her bleeding thumb, “Yes, on the condition that you give 10% of whatever you earn to the mafia and we have a say in which missions you accept” Yoongi said as he too got up to go have dinner.

“As long as you don’t push too much, we’re good.” she said, before following him to the dining room.

She needed to eat up, she had work to do tomorrow.

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A/n: Next chapter will be up whenever I find time to write. <3

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127-mile · 4 years ago

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Lonely hearts club.

Pairing: Sicheng x gender neutral reader.

Genre: College!au, strangers to lovers | Fluff, humor.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption.

Plot: Johnny decided to throw a Valentine's day party for him and his single friends. Guests must draw a name from a bowl to be paired with for the duration of the party. Sicheng picked your name.

Prompt: “We should do this again.”

Word count: +2.3k.

A/N: Happy Valentine’s day, guys. This is part of the “Candy hearts collab”. The collab’s masterlist is in my main masterlist, go read the other writers’ works.

"Welcome to the Lonely hearts club," Johnny begins to say, hands on his hips. "if we are here today, it is because we all are single on this special day. So instead of getting drunk on our own, I decided to make a little game out of this party." from the makeshift bar, he takes a bowl filled with little pieces of paper. "You will all draw a name from this bowl, and will be paired with this person for the duration of the party."

"Is that why you asked me to write everyone's names instead of studying earlier?" you ask, and Johnny nods, lips curling into a smile. You watch as a few guests get up to leave, but Johnny shakes something in front of them. The key of the house. "I am not giving you a choice. The only way for you to leave is through the windows, but it will probably startle the alarms, so except if you want to spend the night in jail, you should come and pick a name."

Johnny thought of everything, and you are not surprised.

"Are you going to draw a name, or are you going to watch and laugh at us?" you ask the host of the party, and he nibbles on his lower lip. "I'm not watching you all fall in love while crying over my sad and pathetic romantic life." he is always so dramatic.

You take a step back when the guests come to pick up a piece of paper, and you grab a cup to fill it with vodka. Maybe if you are drunk enough, the person with whom you'll have to be paired will leave and let you enjoy the rest of the night.

"Are you here to force me into the living room, or to hide from Johnny and his crazy idea?" you hear when you head to the kitchen where you know you will be safe, but you are not alone. Your eyes meet the ones of a young man, blond hair, and soft brown eyes. "I am hiding, do not worry."

"Then you are allowed to stay."

You roll your eyes, and you sit on the kitchen counter. You listen to the names being called, the laughs that follow, and even the sound of the bowl falling and breaking when Johnny's name is being shouted by someone. "We are going to be here for awhile, so might as well make the most of it. I'm Sicheng."

You were not expecting the stranger to talk, but you are not mad about it. He has a nice voice, even muffled by the hubbub coming from the living room. "I'm Y/n, nice to meet you Sicheng. Are you friends with Johnny, or Jaehyun?" you ask, and he takes a sip from his bottle of beer.

"I am unfortunately friends with both of them." oh, that must hurts, you think. "I'm truly sorry that you have to put up with both of them." you say in a comforting voice, and it makes Sicheng laugh. Oh, this is a really pretty sound. "I hope you'll find better friends after this party. I'm not offering my help, as I am friends with Johnny."

"Y/n! It's your turn!" oh fuck.

You get down from the counter, and you crouch behind the kitchen island which was a great idea, because Johnny enters the room immediately. "Win, have you seen Y/n?" you turn your head towards the young man, and you put you index finger against your lips, and he just shrugs. "I have no idea who Y/n even is."

Johnny heaves a sigh, but he does not leave the room. "Alright, then it's your turn Sicheng." Sicheng's eyes widen, he really thought he would be safe in this room, but turns out, nowhere is safe when Johnny has an idea. "Do I have to?" Johnny scoffs. "Yes. Don't make me pick a name for you."

Sicheng glares at you, and he leaves the kitchen. The guests are scattered around the living room and the garden, so Johnny and Jaehyun's eyes are the only one he feels on his back as he picks a piece of paper from the floor. The bowl is effectively broken, and no one bothered to clean.

He laughs when he reads the name on the paper, and he turns it towards the two boys. "Y/n! Come out, your party buddy is waiting for you."

A party buddy? What the fuck is a party buddy? You stay hidden, but then another voice is heard, and you have no choice but to straighten up. "Y/n, we can hide in the kitchen some more if you want."

You rest your shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed against your chest. "Did you cheat?" you ask when you see your name written on the piece of paper in between his fingers, and he shakes his head. "I would never! Fate is just funny like that."

"You two already know each other? That's cool! Go now, have fun, get drunk, don't throw up on the couch, and don't fuck in my parents' bed." Johnny says before disappearing in the garden with Jaehyun by his side. "We needs new friends." you mutter, and Sicheng agrees.

Without a word, you go back to the kitchen and you sit back down on the counter. "Do you think we did something terrible in our past lives to have them as friends?" you wonder out loud, and Sicheng just sighs. "Or we did something so great that they decided to slap us with some humility by giving us these friends."

He sure is right.

The first hour goes by quickly, and smoothly.

Sicheng talks about his studies, and his dream of opening a dance studio in town, and you talk about your own projects. The advantage of being in the kitchen is that no one is bothering you. Sometimes Johnny comes in to grab beers from the fridge, but he leaves right away.

"Should we go and visit Johnny's room?" Sicheng suddenly asks, and you smile. "I thought you would never ask."

You were not planning on spending an entire night with the same person, so you take what you can get to be a little bit more entertain. Not that Sicheng is boring, far from that, but the atmosphere is not the one of a Valentine's Day party. It is quite the opposite. The guests are awkward with each other, so they drink cup after cup of alcohol, and even inhebriated, it does not help them get the stick out of their asses.

Tomorrow morning is going to be a mess, you know it. You also know that Johnny is going to regret his decision of having this kind of party.

"Do you know which bedroom it is?" Sicheng asks as you walk through the corridor of the first floor. "I'm pretty sure this is this one." you say, poiting at a door with Johnny's name painted on it. "Oh, he is that kind of loser then."

"It's his childhood's bedroom, don't be so mean." you whisper, but in a way, he is right. Johnny is kind of a loser.

Unlike the other doors, this one is not unlocked. "He is making it too easy." you step inside the bedroom, and as expected, it looks really childish. The wallpaper is blue with cars on it, the bed is way too small for Johnny's long legs and plushies are all around the room, which is not too different from his actual bedroom.

"Look!" you join Sicheng in front of a whill covered with photos of Johnny's growth into adulthood. You take your phone out, and you snap a few pictures of the photos, and when Sicheng looks at you, you just shrug. "I need blackmail material for the next time he tries to pull a stunt like this."

You sit on the edge of the bed, and you look up. "Oh no, that's disgusting." you mutter as you see yourself on the mirror glue to the ceiling. "Does a kid really need a mirror on the ceiling? Ew!"

"I'm pretty sure he got it installed when his parents started traveling. For his conquests, I guess." Sicheng explains, and that makes sense, but that's still disgusting. Fucking someone in his childhood's bedroom, in a child's bed. The thing is, you are not even surprised.

"Do you think Johnny was serious when he talked about the alarms going off if we try to open a window?" you shrug, and you watch as Sicheng gets up to walk to the window. "We should try."

You open your eyes wide. "Do you really want to finish the night in jail? Johnny is stupid enough to tell the cops that we actually tried to break in the house while he was having a party." especially if he is drunk.

"We won't if we run fast enough."

Sicheng has something in his voice, something that prompts you on your feet and behind him. "Except if we die from the gall." you say in a low voice close to his ear and you see the skin of his arm break into goosebumps. "You are right. We should try from downstairs' bathroom."

"I have to get my things back anyway." together, you leave Johnny's bedroom and when you both have your jackets and bags, Sicheng locks the door behind you. "Isn't it a bit too mean to lock the door?" Sicheng looks back and he decides to unlock the door. He wants to piss off Johnny, but he does not want the guests to trash his house with vomit.

"Are you ready?" he asks, and you nod.

When he opens the window, nothing happens at first. And after a couple of seconds, an alarm echoes in the house. "Why can't they just have those silent alarm with a notification on their phone, it'd be way more discreet."

"Sicheng, get out of the bathroom, we don't have time!" he shakes his head with vigor and he slings a leg on the other side of the window and he gets out of the bathroom, face immediately whipped by the cold wind. You do the same, and he helps you to avoid you from tripping.

You hear screams inside the house, and you try not to imagine Johnny's face when he understands that someone actually opened a window to leave. "We are so dead." you say before running.

Sicheng runs and laughs at the same time, and hearing him laugh is enough to make you laugh too. His laugh is addicting, just like his presence, and you are glad Johnny did this. If you had not had to hide in the kitchen, you would not have met Sicheng, and that would have been a shame.

After a few minutes of intense run, Sicheng grabds your wrist and pushes you into a dark alley. "I think we're far enough." he says in a sigh, and you nod. You are breathless, hands on your knees, you break into a fit of giggles despite the burn in your lungs. "We are the worst friends ever." you breath out.

"They are the worst, we did what we had to do." he answers, and he is right. You freeze when you hear your phone rings in the pocket of your jacket. You take it out, and you bite the inside of your cheek when you see Johnny's picture on the screen.

"Johnny, why are you calling me, we are in the same house!" you exclaim in faux surprise, and Sicheng puts a hand on his mouth to muffle a laugh. "My hearing is pretty good, so yes, I definitely heard the alarm. But that does not answer my question, why are you calling me?" you nod, even though Johnny can't see it.

"Sicheng and I are in the house, we are watching you right now, you can't see us?" he is going to hate you both, and you are ready, really. "How many drinks did you have tonight? Because we are waving at you right now! Just turn around!" Johnny starts to mumble about the alcohol he has in his cup, so you take the opportunity to hang up.

"Did he believe you?" Sicheng asks, and you shrug. "I don't know, but what I know is that he thinks he is more drunk than he actually is, which is a good thing." Sicheng threads his fingers through his hair, and he inhales deeply.

"I'm starving, do you want to go eat something?"

And that's how you find yourself sitting in the booth of a fast food, in the middle of the night. "I thought this place would be empty tonight." you say, looking around.

A few couples are here, sharing fries and sodas, some people are alone, either enjoying a night light every other nights, a boy is even crying in the corner. "Poor boy probably got dumped."

"I would dump him with this haircut too." Sicheng grumbles, mouth full of fries, and you roll your eyes. Johnny has been texting you for the past twenty minutes, wondering why he can't find you, and every time the screen lights up, you chuckle. Poor boy.

"Well, all in all, that was a pretty nice party." you state, and the young man nods. "I think so too."

"We should do this again." he adds right away, and you tilt your head to the side. "Bothering Johnny?" Sicheng laughs softly, but he shakes his head. "No. This. Together. You know, like a date?" his cheeks take on a soft pink hue, and you can't help but smile. "I'd love that."

Tonight was your last night as part of the Lonely Hearts Club, and that's thanks to Johnny and his crazy ideas.

#cznnet #nct #wayv #nct imagines #wayv imagines #nct scenarios #wayv scenarios #winwin imagines #winwin scenarios

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novemberandmay · 4 years ago

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After All

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

As they boarded the plane, Marinette couldn’t stop freaking out. She was finally going to attend a school where she could focus more on her career and skills without being bullied! Well, she hopes she wouldn’t get bullied, anyways. It would suck if she attended a new school to escape her past bullies only for her to still be made fun of and hit.

“Ah! It’s getting depressing! No bad thoughts, Marinette! Focus on the good things! You get to attend a new school and have a fresh start! You have the chance of making new friends and working on our your language skills! You got this!” So with these final thoughts, Marinette fell asleep.

They’re flight was about nine hours long, which was very lucky for the Dupain-Chengs. It meant that nothing went wrong, since that was the normal duration for that amount of distance. No accidents happened, they didn’t have to change planes, they just headed straight for New Jersey. All was good. They woke their sleeping daughter up a few minutes before they landed, and headed out of the plane. The transitions took a bit, but it wasn’t too long. It was about 12 pm when they arrived, so the streets were full. After looking around for a bit, the family concluded that they should call a Taxi to pick them up, but look into getting a car later. For now, they would just have to make do.

Instead of going out to eat immediately, they headed straight for their new home. It was in a good neighborhood, which was surprisingly hard to find in Gotham, and was near a subway their daughter could use to go to school. The house it’s self was on the smaller size, but it was just right for the family of three. It would only take a bit of decoration before they could truly call it home.

“Maman! Do you want me to order pizza?” Marinette shouted from somewhere inside the house, exploring.

“If you could, Darling! Your papa and I are in the living room looking at furniture online, if you want to join us!” Her mother yelled back, her voice echoing just a bit.

“Kay, I will! Just lemme to call the pizza place! You want Pizza Hut or Little Caesars?”

“Pizza Hut, if you could, Sweetie!”

And then Marinette went off to call the place, having just googled the numbers. She ordered two pizzas, one with pepperoni and one without. Afterwords, she joined them in the living room, looking at furniture on her own laptop.

“Oh, hey, this looks nice. Should I get this?” Marinate asked her parents, looking up towards them. Sabine lowered her head towards Marinette’s laptop, wanting to see what she was talking about. It was a pink beanbag, but it was such a lovely color.

“Of course, sweetie! It looks so cute, just like you!” Her mother smiled, teasing her daughter a bit.

“Mamaaaannn!! Don’t say thattttt!” Her daughter groaned, her face flushed.

Lucky for Marinette, right after she said that their door bell went off.

“I’ll get it!” Marinette slightly yelled, quick to escape her embarrassment. Her parents giggling as she walked away.

So she headed off to collect the pizza, having already gotten her money from an ATM at the airport. She gave the man the cash, collecting the pizza, she thanked the man, before closing the door as he walked away.

Marinette headed back to the living room, pizza in hand.

“Food’s here!” She shouted, placing the food in front of them. So they went ahead and devoted half of the pepperoni pizza and a quarter of the cheese, wanting to save the rest for the next day. Marinette, on the other hand, was wanting to finished up eating so she could go to sleep before she had to go to school tomorrow. She was so nervous and wired up, she was unsure if she could rest before heading off to Gotham Academy. It was pretty late now, after all.

“Oh dear, look at the time! You should go to bed, sweetie. As should we, Tom.” Her mother said, just having looked at the time on her phone.

“..! I’ll go to my room then, good night maman! Papa! I love you both!”

“We love you too, Mari! Good night!”

“Good night!” Marinette repeated, trying to settle down her nerves.

So as she entered her room, she plopped down on her pillow, not tired yet. So she did as any good teenager would, and scrolled through Reddit. After reading a few boring posts, she falling felt tiredness settling in. She turned off her phone, but didn’t move from her position. She didn’t want it to end up being a false alarm. So she closed her eyes right then and there, hoping sleep would embrace her. And embrace her it did, it led her off to the land of dreams. Would she have a good one? A blank one? Or a nightmare? She hopes for the former, but she wants the middle one at the very least.

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Notes: Hi there! This is completely unedited and I worked on it at two different times, today and yesterday. I was gonna post this earlier but I fell asleep and I might as well post at 3 am! I have school in like a bit over 4 hours, so rip. I love all of you!! Have a great day y’all! Sorry if y’all wanted to see her at the school, but this is more of a “I need to fill in this part before doing that” kinda chapter/a filler chapter! Sorry!

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years ago

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On a Run

Word count: 1.1k Pairing: Ushijima x reader Genre: fluff Tw: One swear (I’m sorry, I swear like a sailor)

AN: Happy birthday to handsome soft boy Ushijima

“Hey, behave yourself,” you scolded, tugging on the leash that was tied to your waist. Your dog blinked up at you, tongue lolling in a cute way. “Don’t look at me like that!” You whined, looking back up as you continued down the road. The dark sky was turning purple as the sun rose. It was 6 AM, your Bluetooth earbuds were blasting your favorite workout playlist, a leash tied your dog to your waist as you embarked on your normal routine. “Oh shit!” You exclaimed as your dog suddenly left your side, darting in a random direction. Footsteps pounded against the concrete as you struggled to keep up. “Mana, stop!” You frantically tried to grab at the leash, only for her to tug you down towards a school track. Concrete turned into sand, causing you to slip slightly. Digging your feet into the ground, you skidded to a halt, forcing her to jerk back into you. What you couldn’t predict was the force of doing so would cause her to careen into your general direction. As the lumbering mass collided into you, you went flying to the ground.

Your hands flew out, trying to catch yourself. You fell onto your butt, hard. “This is why I hate taking you with me,” you swore, glaring down at the golden retriever that had rolled over to lay besides you. One of your earbuds had fallen out, causing your music to stop. Pain coursed up your body as you pushed yourself up. Angry red welts appeared, catching your attention as you tried to dust off the sand from your palms. “Oh great,” you grumble. You’d scraped both of your palms. Cursing, you sat there picking out the pebbles, shooting a glare at the dog. “This is all your fault.” Mana licked your arm, smiling at you.

“Are you alright?”

You flinched, jumping out of your skin. Looking up, you were greeted by a massive male looming over you. “Oh, uh, yeah, I’m fine.”

“That looks painful.” He stared down at your palms.

You shrugged while your gaze refocused on your hands. “I’ve been in worse scraps.”

“Come with me, we should get that washed and treated.” He extended a hand.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“My apologies. I’m Ushijima Wakatoshi.”

He stared at you for a moment, waiting. You cleared your throat, redness creeping up your cheeks. You were glad that it was still dark out. “Right, I’m (L.Name, Name).” Ushijima continued to look at you expectantly, hand still extended. Using your fingers to latch onto his, you pulled yourself up. “Thanks.” You looked down at Mana, tugging slightly on the leash. “C’mon girl.” Ushijima led the way, your fingers still hooked around his.

“I assume you do not go here.”

“Here?”

“Shiratorizawa.”

“Ah right, yeah, I don’t. How’d you know?”

“Dogs aren’t allowed in the dorms.”

You snorted. “Fair enough. I was just on my run, and Mana decided to drag me here for some reason.” He led you into a dorm building, pulling you towards the bathroom. “Hold on, I don’t wanna go to the restroom with you!”

“I’ll wait here with your dog then.”

“Hang on, I thought dogs aren’t allowed in the building?” Your brow furrowed.

“Just be quick.” He crossed his arm, taking the leash away from your waist. You flushed red and ducked into the bathroom, avoiding his gaze. The cool water did little to soothe your pain, and the soap definitely aggravated it more.

You swore as you dried your hands, at least it wasn’t completely cut up. Stepping out, you were greeted with a random red-haired guy bending over Mana who was being spoiled with belly-rubs. “Who’s a good girl? You are!” He cooed, aggressively scratching.

“Uh, who are you and why are you touching my dog?”

The male straightened up, grinning at you. “I’m Tendou! You must be the person who fell.” He brandished a first aid kit. “I’m Wakatoshi’s best friend, he texted me asking to bring you stuff.”

You pinched your nose, embarrassed. “Ah yes, please just tell the whole world what happened, why don’t you, Ushijima?”

The male shrugged. “I couldn’t leave you here alone or bring Mana to my room.” He handed the leash to Tendou, taking the supplies. “May I?”

“Let’s just get this over with then.”

He leaned against the couch, placing the box besides him as he opened it. Tendou became preoccupied with spoiling Mana with more belly rubs. “Why do you run with her if you can’t control her?”

Your jaw dropped. “It’s not that I can’t control her!” You spluttered. Ushijima’s olive eyes pierced yours, raising an eyebrow. “Okay fine,” you admitted. “I sometimes have issues with her. But I hate running by myself. So when my friends bail on me, then I’ll either skip my run too or I just suck it up and bring her along.” You winced as he applied the ointment.

“I’ll run with you then.”

“What?”

Ushijima placed a plaster onto your scrap, moving onto your other hand. “None of my team-mates run with me either, not in the morning anyways. I wouldn’t mind the company.”

“It’s ‘cause you run too fast and too early,” Tendou threw in, playing with Mana’s ears. He picked them up before letting them go, letting them flop onto her head. Her tongue lolled out at the attention.

You looked up at Ushijima. “Too early? What time do you even go?”

“5 AM.”

You blinked. “Make it 5:30 and I’ll join you.”

“I’ll run at 5 and meet you at 5:30 at your house since I’m assuming you live off-campus.”

You hummed, wincing again. The right hand had been even worse. “I guess that works for me.” Ushijima patted your palms, smoothing over the plasters.

“There, all finished.”

“Thanks, Ushijima!” You bent down, grabbing Mana’s leash. “Thank you for taking care of us.” You bowed to them. “Bye!” You made your way out, securing the leash back to your waist. “C’mon, troublemaker. We gotta finish my run still.”

You had barely stepped off campus when footsteps echoed behind you. “You forgot this.” Ushijima held his hand out, holding your earbud. You flushed scarlet.

“Thanks.” You grabbed it, fingertips brushing against his warm palm.

“Can I get your number?”

“Huh?”

“To plan our runs.”

“Oh right.” You pulled out your phone, handing it over as you avoided his gaze.

“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Ushijima bent down, patting Mana on the head three times before he stood back up.

“See you tomorrow, Ushijima.” He nodded once, turning and heading back to campus. You scowled down at Mana’s face. The retriever looked happy, her tail wagging furiously. “This is all your fault,” you scowled, before you turned back down the street and began jogging away, your thoughts filled with the male you’d see soon enough.

A/N: The Japanese translation for Mana is ‘love’!

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5. Harry Styles, Live on Tour

SERIES RATING: M (sex)

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 8.5k

MASTERLIST | INSPO TAG | ASK

Y/N promised herself she would never date a musician. It was her one rule–her only rule, actually–when it came to dating. But then, Harry Styles rolled into her life and asked her to break it, just this once. And this is what happened.

a/n: THIS CHAPTERR BOUT TO BLOW UR MINDS SEND ME UR REACTS I AM SO EXCITED EFIHDOICJPFESAPSKPO

pls reblog to spread the word about only exception! 🥰

The flight was too long for Harry. His leg bounced up and down the whole time, to the point where Jeff, who was flying back to LA with him, had to reach over and stop him with a pointed look. But Harry couldn’t control it—he was seeing Y/N for the first time in a month in a matter of hours.

“Excited?” Jeff asked when the plane started its descent.

Harry whipped his head to look at his manager. “Can’t describe how excited,” he replied, eager to see his love.

Unfortunately, his flight landed at 2 and she wasn’t off until 5, so he had to take a car home to his empty house. But when he opened the door, he could smell her perfume in every corner of it from the days she had spent taking care of his home. The plants were alive and well, pool clear of any leaves, and the counters sparkled from her cleaning. He smiled at the thought of her making sure his house was tidy and ready for him, her face screwed up with focus as she vacuumed his floors.

To occupy his time, he decided to cook them dinner, not minding that it was early. He’d asked Y/N to pick up groceries for him, so his fridge was fully stocked. With Stormzy blasting through the speakers, he set about making homemade pasta, pulling the pasta maker out of the cabinet where it had sat, unused, for months. He wore the apron Y/N had bought him as a joke and he adored, sang along to the lyrics, and smiled down at the dough. It felt good to make something after living on take-out and food cooked backstage at shows for so many weeks.

His head popped up at the sound of the door opening. He’d finished the pasta and poured himself a glass of wine, leaving a glass out for her, too. It was her favorite thing to end the day with and he wanted it to be ready and waiting for her. Then, he heard her voice, echoing through the walls of his home.

“Harry?”

He scrambled to turn off the Stormzy and practically ran to the door to meet her. Her hair was swept up in a high ponytail, a purple pant suit showing off her figure, a glowing smile on her face. “Hi, baby,” he said, gathering her up in his arms. It had been too long without seeing her face, hearing her voice in his ears, touching her skin.

She grabbed at his cheeks and pulled him in for a long, deep, heart-shattering kiss, lips wet and begging for one another. Her heavy pants filled his ears and he loved it, the sound of her when he kissed her. Her work bag dropped to the floor and she leaned fully into him, arms dangling over his shoulders, fingers curled in his hair. When she tugged slightly, Harry’s body lit up from the pressure, from the reminder that she was real, she was here, she was his. Lips trailing down her neck, nipping at her soft skin in the way she adored, she moaned his name. “Harry.”

“Missed you so much,” he said, voice falling in almost a whimper at the feeling of her in his arms. “You’re real right?”

She giggled, the sound like a beautiful guitar solo in his ears, and nodded. “You sure you’re the one who isn’t real?”

Pulling on her thighs, she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. “I made dinner,” he said, sucking at the skin below her ear, “but I think I want dessert first.”

“Naughty,” she answered, gasping as a bruise bloomed on her skin.

His hands dug into her ass and she nipped at the skin over his Adam’s apple. “Wanna go to bed with me?”

“Maybe.” She pulled at his lower lip with her teeth and he hissed at the feeling. “What’d you make for dinner?”

Now she was just being plain mean, he thought. “Homemade pasta.”

She considered this as he pulled back the collar of her shirt, sucking into the skin at her collarbone. “Sounds delicious, but I think I’d like to see the chef naked instead.”

“Chef, eh?” Harry captured her lips again and started walking, the feeling of his dick brushing against her center with every step making both of them groan, low and heavy into each other’s mouths.

“Mhmm,” she mumbled against his lips as he began to ascend the stairs. “It’s this apron,” she said, pulling at the ties around the back of his neck. “Sexy.”

He filed that away for later. “Good to know.” Having reached the top of the steps, he backed her against a wall, kissing her deep and heavy, loving the way she squirmed in his grasp, hands curled in his sweatshirt from the plane that he hadn’t changed out of. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“Need you,” she exhaled on his skin, “Please.”

With that he was practically running to his room, Y/N giggling in his arms as she bounced against his body. He dropped her to the bed and she kicked off her heels, scrambling back to make space for him between her legs. Knees on the duvet, Harry crawled to meet her, unbuttoning her suit jacket on his way so he could suck her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. Her back arched into him, hands carding through his hair in the way she knew he adored. Made him feel taken care of, loved. “Can we get ya out of this?” He was breathing heavy as he hovered over her, eyes trained on hers. He was rock hard in his pants and he needed her as soon as physically possible.

She helped him get her clothes off, fingers fumbling over the buttons of her shirt. When they got it off, Harry dove in immediately, licking at the swell of her breasts in her bra, the pants falling from her mouth music in his ears. “You too,” she said, pushing up his sweatshirt. The material was too hot on his skin, sweating from his need for her.

He pulled it off and then his pants, pushing all of their discarded clothing to the ground, not caring that his Gucci pants were on his carpet. “You,” he mumbled as he made his way up her body with his tongue, “are a goddess.”

“Look who’s talking,” she replied, words ending in a moan that had his skin tingling.

He kissed her softly, licking her lip with his tongue as he pulled away. “How do you want me, baby?”

“Close,” she breathed out, eyes never leaving his. “Deep.”

Not what he meant, but it would do. “I want to taste you,” he told her, moving down her body to get his mouth on her center. But before he could, she pulled at his head desperately and he glanced up to see her face. Her eyes were blown wide, desperation clear on her features.

“Need you,” she told him, “now.”

Harry sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, the wet mewls she let out filling the room. “Ready for me?” He taunted, knowing she was, but wanting to hear it anyways.

“Please,” she begged, hips bucking up to him. “Please, H.”

He wasted no time in tugging away her underwear and his own. She reached behind her chest to unhook her bra and Harry smiled at her in thanks. She knew how much he liked to see her, completely naked, nothing between their bodies. Pumping at his cock for a moment, Harry studied her beneath him, the girl he loved so deeply it was impossible to know where it stopped, who had swept into his life without knowing where she came from. Who made him work for her love, every single day, and made him worthy because of it. “Love you,” he breathed out, brushing his tip against her slit, them both keening at the contact on their hot skin.

Gripping his shoulders, she pressed up to kiss him, exhaling her love into his mouth as he pushed into her. She enveloped him immediately, Harry grunting from the feeling of being inside of her once again, his favorite place to be. His head dropped to her chest, forehead resting on her breasts and he paused, struggling to gain his breath back. Fingers brushed his hair, scratched at his scalp as she waited for him, adjusting to her being inside of him again. The feeling of being this close—this is what Harry missed more than anything when he was away. Just being enveloped in her.

He lifted his head and their eyes met, both blown out with desire and love, and he began to move. He rocked slowly but deeply into her, meeting her request of close and deep. The duvet covers crinkled under their bodies as she held him close, high-pitched squeals and cries as he found the spongy spot deep inside of her that made her body mush in his arms. Harry didn’t know if they could be any closer, and yet he found himself craving more, to somehow slip inside of her skin and live there, to become one with her.

Their lips met as he sped up slightly, his body chasing his release and her own. Sticky skin on sticky skin, they gripped one another close as he pulled her up so she could sit in his lap. She bounced on his hips, exhausted but wanting to please him, until Harry helped her, thrusting into her, the new angle making her head tip back in a moan. Harry used the opportunity to cover her neck in kisses, knowing the bruises blooming would require concealer tomorrow but he knew she didn’t care all that much. He wanted the world to know she was his.

“‘M close,” he said into her shoulder, biting at her flesh.

Her hands gripped the back of his neck, a “Me too,” murmured to his skin.

Harry rested her on her back again so he could drive into her the way they both craved, hips meeting hers at a fast pace that had her body moving up the duvet cover. “God, love, you feel like heaven,” he groaned, finding her lips in a kiss. She sucked on his lip as he pushed desperately into her, so close he feared spilling into her before she came which was the last thing he wanted. “Need you to come.” He dipped a finger into her mouth, jaw dropping as she sucked it like she would his dick. Then, he rubbed the finger to her clit, a scream ripping from her throat that had him grinning down at her, loving being the person to see her like this.

Then he felt her spasm on his dick, walls sucking him deeper into her, and he knew she was coming. He pistons into her before collapsing on top of her as his come brushed her walls, the feeling leaving him shivering in her embrace. She pressed kisses to his forehead, both of them breathing hard as they settled into a close embrace.

Slowly, he pulled his dick from her, Y/N hissing as he left her empty. “Love you,” he murmured into her hair. “So happy to be home.”

“Me too,” she said. “Want your pasta now, though.”

He laughed, loving her more with every passing moment.

They spent the weekend lazing out in bed and Harry made cinnamon rolls, much to Y/N’s delight. Harry completely signed off of his work email accounts and ignored any and all phone calls, completely wrapped up in being home with his love. He had her paint his nails a new color and they settled on an alternative baby blue and pink, which she painted while they laid on the couch and watched Criminal Minds. She had fessed up to watching ahead of where they had stopped when he left, so he made her re-watch all the episodes that he had missed. Not that she minded. It gave her an excuse to stare at Harry without him noticing.

On Sunday night, they laid in Harry’s bed, legs twisted together as Harry held her to his chest. Bon Iver played softly in his room and Y/N was dressed in one of his old One Direction tour t-shirts and a pair of underwear, Harry in just his boxers. Y/N was drawing on the outlines of his inked chest, tracing over all of the images on his skin, when she piped up with a question.

“How was it? Being away?”

Harry’s gaze moved from where it had been resting on her ass and crawled up to her eyes. “Hated it,” he told her honestly. “If my job didn’t require touring and travel, I’d have rather been here with you.”

Y/N smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the swallows on his pecs. “But tour was good?”

“Yeah,” he told her. “Bit weird, if I’m honest.” Her head cocked to the side, eyes resting on his face, listening intently. “Like, all of my career has been spent on stage with four—or three—other people singing with me. And now, it’s just me. I’ve got the band, but the energy of the crowd, that’s all on me.”

“Is it harder?”

He shrugged, fingers combing through her damp hair from the shower. “Not necessarily harder, just bit more pressure. Used to be if one of us was having an off night, the others would pick up the slack. But there aren’t any off nights when it’s just you.”

She rolled his words around in her head. “Sounds like a lot of pressure.”

“It is.” He brushed a quick peck to the top of her head. “Glad I have someone to call when it’s a bit too much.”

Y/N smiled, nudging herself up his body so her head could rest right under his chin. “I am too.”

“How’s work going? You mentioned the other day that there might be a promotion on the horizon?”

She nodded into his skin, fingers trailing over the butterfly on his belly. It might be one of her favorites, if she really had to decide. “Maybe so. Overheard them talking about it in the conference room on Monday. I don’t know if it’s for me or one of the other junior associates, but I’m hoping so.”

“Deserve it, baby. You’ve been working so hard lately.”

She squeezed his torso. “That’s because I don’t have anyone here to distract me.”

His fingers danced up her sides, brushing the spots where he knew she was ticklish. “Oh, I’m distracting, am I?” Then he began to brush them back and forth quicker, tickling her skin in a way that had her squirming and laughing, trying to roll away from him.

“Stop it!” She said, laughing, head tipping back and hair falling behind her head.

Harry grinned at her. “Fine. But you gotta come back—miss you.”

“I’m literally right here,” she told him, falling back onto his torso.

They settled back into a comfortable silence, the night settling outside the room, and Y/N realized that without even knowing it, Harry had consumed her life in every way. Him being home made her world brighter, the colors sharpen and the sounds louder. It was fucking frightening if she thought about it for too long, how much she now relied on him to process her day or get to sleep at night. But, she also thought, that was what love was. Right?

Harry was only home for ten days, and so they made it count. They had friends round to the house, Hanna, Jamie and Cole alongside Harry’s industry friends filling his house for a fall barbecue potluck. Harry demonstrated a surprising skill at the grill and Y/N worked on the sides, making her grandmother’s cole slaw and potato salad which Harry immediately fell in love with. Having people in his house made it feel even more like a home and the sound of conversation made his heart tighten. These were the things he missed the most about touring—being in one place, reconnecting with friends. He realized years ago that when he was home he had to reach out to his friends, because otherwise they never knew where he was and just assumed he was gone. It was always awkward when he ran into someone at the grocery store and they said they would’ve invited them to the most recent get-together if they’d known he was here. He was used to it now, and decided to just take on the role of host. He loved having people over to his homes, loved filling spaces that had a tendency to become sterile if they were occupied very often with laughter and memories. To have Y/N alongside him to build those memories was even more special.

During the day when Y/N was at work, since that was something she couldn’t cancel just for him, especially with the possibility of a promotion on the table, Harry went hiking in the hills, visited friends, even wrote some beginnings of songs in his studio. He was starting to really like his LA house, the big backyard and pool, the warm air that lingered into the winter months. He didn’t even really mind all the traffic, since it gave him a chance to play his favorite songs at full volume and just exist in his brain for a little while.

They’d split their time between Harry’s and Y/N’s apartment, and Harry had gotten comfortable there. She had great interior design taste, plenty of blankets and pillows and cute prints on the walls, photos everywhere of her and her family. Now, there were photos of the two of them scattered around, the one he’d gotten her for their sixth month anniversary sitting on her bedside table. The only downside was that her shower wasn’t quite large enough for both of them and it was a bit too short for Harry’s height.

On Thursday night, they were making dinner in her kitchen when Y/N turned to Harry and out of the blue said, “Want to smoke with me?”

Harry looked up at her in surprise, dropping the tongs he was tossing their salad with. “Sorry?”

“Marijuana,” she said, giving him a small smile. “I’ve got some. Want to smoke it?”

He gulped—for some reason, the idea of her smoking a joint had him hot and bothered in seconds. “Sure.”

She grinned at him, turning back to the stove. “Great. After dinner?”

“Sounds good.” He quickly adjusted himself, hissing at the contact of his hand on his dick. How could she manage to get him like this so fast?

After dinner, Y/N ran off to her room to grab her supplies, meeting him back in the living with rolling papers and her baggie of already ground weed. She sat down on the floor next to the couch, where Harry was sitting, watching her intently. With practiced fingers, she packed the weed into a tight line on the rolling paper before rolling the joint, licking the edge for the paper to attach well.

“Good at that,” he told her as she joined him on the couch.

Y/N looked up at him, holding the joint between her lips. “Practice makes perfect,” she said out of the side of her mouth, lifting the lighter to the end of the joint. She took a deep inhale, held it, and then released, passing him the joint. Harry followed her lead, coughing a bit, not having smoked in a while, but she didn’t look at him weirdly for it. Instead, she just hopped up on the couch next to him and patted her lap, waiting for Harry to drop down and place his head there.

Not waiting a second, he flopped onto her lap, sighing as she ran her fingers through his locks. He could already feel himself getting a bit floaty, the sharp edges around the frames on the walls getting a bit more blurry. “This is good stuff,” he said, accepting the joint from between her fingers and tagging another drag. “Forgot how good California shit is.”

“When was the last time you smoked?” She asked, pulling it from his lips and bringing it to her own, Harry’s eyes following. He focused on her lips wrapped around the end in awe, entranced by how she managed to look so beautiful all the time.

“Hmm,” he thought, taking the joint from her fingers. “Few months, probably. Caught up with Niall when he was out here and some other blokes, someone brought a bit.”

“Ever shotgun?”

He blinked hazily at her. “No,” he said. “Don’t think so.”

“Want to?”

“Sure, baby.” The last word came out slow, a drawl, and Y/N smiled at it.

Harry watched, eyes wide, as she inhaled a puff of smoke and then, holding the joint to the side, leaned down and brought her lips to his. He felt the smoke leave her mouth and enter his, and he held it there as she moved away before exhaling. “That was hot,” she said, running a finger along the seam of his lips.

“You’re hot.”

She giggled and Harry reached up and poked at her cheek. “Why don’t you have dimples?”

“Not everyone has dimples,” she replied with a shrug. “Why do you have dimples?”

“Dunno. Guess God thought they made me cuter.” Y/N dissolved in laughter and Harry joined in, loving the sound of her laugh. “I’m hungry,” he said out of nowhere. “But we just ate.”

“We’re high,” she replied. “Makes sense. Want some popcorn?”

“Ooh,” he said, sitting up. “Extra butter?”

She nodded, grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen, joint still propped between her index and forefinger. “Don’t tell your trainer.”

“Shh,” he said, reaching out and pressing a finger to her lips. “He’ll hear you.”

Y/N bit down on the pad of his finger and suddenly the popcorn was a forgotten memory. Instead, Harry’s hand went to her hips, tucking her between him and the counter.

“Wanna fuck you on your counter,” he mumbled before taking another hit.

“Just cleaned them,” she replied, kissing his jaw. “Sorry, baby.”

“Meanie,” he said, head pressed to the back of her neck as she twirled around, grabbing a bowl for the popcorn. “Got me high and now you won’t let me fuck you.”

“Hey,” she told him, “never said you couldn’t fuck me. Just not on the counter.”

Harry perked up at that. “Floor? Wall? Couch?” He threw out suggestion after suggestion, his desperation drawing a giggle from Y/N. She was more giggly than usual, he thought absentmindedly.

“Couch. Last time we did it on the floor I got carpet burn.”

He chuckled, squeezing her ass where he had to massage lotion into for days after. “Not my fault you couldn’t wait until we got to the bed.”

“You’re the one who started it!”

He smacked an open mouthed kiss to her cheek. “You’re mean when you’re high.”

“No, you’re just a sensitive little bean.”

“Bean?” He tugged her back into him as she popped the popcorn bag into the microwave. “Don’t like bein’ compared to a bean.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re needy when you’re high,” she told him, swiveling her hips over his cock in a way that had him groaning into her neck.

“Now you’re just bein’ cruel.”

Y/N turned around and kissed his nose. “C’mon, baby. Think you can make me come before the popcorn finishes?” Harry picked her up immediately, not wanting to wait another seconds yelp leaving her mouth at the loss of stable ground. He wasn’t about to lose out to their popcorn snack.

The drive to the airport was quiet except for the radio playing from Y/N’s car stereo. Despite Harry’s protests, Y/N had forced him to let her drive him, telling him she didn’t have an excuse not to. It was a Sunday afternoon, so it was this or him having to hug her goodbye and walk out the door, which neither of them really had the strength to do.

LAX was packed, but the paps hadn’t gotten tipped off to Harry’s departure time, so they had the ability to say goodbye on the curb like she had hoped. She wanted one more kiss, one more hug, before he left. She drove up to a bit more a secluded spot before popping the trunk and unlocking the doors, them both getting out to go grab his bag. Harry emerged from the passenger side, hoodie up and sunglasses on to disguise his appearance as much as possible. He’d left most of his tour clothes with the crew, them already in Paris where the European leg started, so it was just his suitcases with clothes and his carryon with his computer and things.

Closing the trunk, Harry looked at Y/N, both of their eyes teary from his impending departure.

“Come ‘ere,” he said, arms stretched out to her.

She immediately fell into them, resting her cheek on his shoulder, breathing in the last wiff she could get of his cologne and shampoo until he got home. “Wish you had more time,” she whispered, arms wrapped tightly around his middle.

“Me too,” he answered, rubbing a hand up and down her back. “Be home in December, though, yeah? Before you know it.”

“Gonna miss Thanksgiving,” she mumbled and he chuckled.

“Next year,” he promised and Y/N’s heart soared at the thought of having him until next Thanksgiving. Something for her to look forward to.

She looked up at him and then leaned up onto her toes, a fierce kiss pressed to his lips that left them both breathless. His breath fanned out across her face as he held her close, drinking in their last moments together. It was a goodbye, a goodbye they both had been dreading for days. “Love you,” she said as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Now go, don’t want you to be late.”

A tear escaped her eye and she brushed it away, not wanting it to be harder than it was. But then she saw the tears that had fallen on Harry’s cheeks and she knew it didn’t matter. It would always be hard, whether they were crying or not. She dried his tears with her fingertips and with one last kiss, she pushed him away, unable to draw it out any longer. “Love you more,” he said. “See you soon.” And with one last look at her, he turned away and headed inside to the terminal.

Y/N got back in her car and tried not to sob as she pulled away, the prospect of another month and a half without him tearing at her heart.

For the fourth time that week, Y/N was awoken by an acidic taste in her mouth, the desire to vomit forcing her to rush to her bathroom. She barely made it before she was throwing up last night’s dinner, gripping the sides of the toilet seat, tears streaming from her eyes. With a sigh, she leaned against her counter, hoping her stomach would settle. At first she had thought it was the fish she’d gotten at dinner with Hanna and Jamie, but days had passed and she was still rushing to the bathroom when she woke up.

It was early, only 5AM, and she didn’t have to get ready for a few more hours, so she decided to give Harry a call. She had no idea what time it was, or frankly, where he was, but it was the thought that counted.

She made her way back into her bedroom, curling up in the sheets, the feeling of being horizontal helping her still queasy stomach. Her fingers found his name in her Favorites tab easily, thumb pressing down the FaceTime button so she didn’t get international charges, and lifted up the phone, waiting for him to hopefully answer.

It rang and rang, the loud shrill of the FaceTime ring tone hurting her ears. But instead of seeing his face, she got the Harry is unavailable for FaceTime screen and threw her phone down onto her bed in frustration. The past week, ever since her stomach had been acting up, they’d been missing each other. He was last in Singapore, she remembered—it was after the two weeks he’d had off in mid-November, during which he went to London to see Anne and Gemma. He’d missed Anne’s birthday to see Y/N and felt terrible about it, and they had decided that he should spend the two weeks off with them, have plenty of downtime in London to catch up with his friends and family rather than come back to America and just be jet lagged the whole time.

It had been nice in some ways, being able to have long chats with him on FaceTime, getting to talk to Anne and Gem while he was with them, but it was also difficult. Him having time off but not spending it with her. But he wasn’t just hers, she had to remind herself whenever she found herself gripping his pillow in his bed, he belonged to so many other people too.

She decided to shoot him a text, see what he was up to. Woke up early feeling sick — give me a call if you’re free. Miss you.

Tucking her phone into the pocket of her PJ shorts, she padded into her kitchen, deciding to make a cup of tea. Harry had made her a tea drinker. She had discovered that the feeling of sipping a nice warm cup at any time of the day was quite comforting—maybe that was the reason British people drank it all the time? While waiting for her tea to brew, she scrolled through the fan Twitter she’d made earlier in the tour, smiling at the videos of him bouncing around on stage the previous night, during what seemed to be a show in Melbourne. Australia. Fuck—what was the time change for there?

She pulled open the Clock app on her phone, groaning when she discovered it was 17 hours. It was 10pm for him, he was probably wrapping his show soon. Maybe she’d get him once he got off stage, all hyped up on energy while she was still curled up in her pajamas. However, it was noon for Anne. The two of them had started texting earlier in the tour, sharing cute photos they found and keeping each other updated on the information Harry shared with each of them, since it was sometimes few and far between. She sent the photo of Harry and a fan she had found on Twitter, along with a funny video of him talking to the crowd, to Anne.

Anne, unlike Harry, seemed to having nothing better to do. Sweet! She texted back practically immediately. Early for you, love, what are you doing up?

Well if she couldn’t get the distraction from Harry, maybe she could get it from his mother. Woke up not feeling well she wrote back. Drinking a cup of tea. Tried to talk to Harry but realized it’s after ten where he’s at!

Oh no! What’s hurting, love?

She smiled. Anne had always been so sweet to her. My stomach’s upset she replied. Feeling better now, but woke me up and can’t get back to sleep now

Tea heals anything, I always tell Harry :) xx

He tells me the same! He was such a mommy’s boy, she thought with a smile.

Feel better love. Love you!

Anne had started sending that a few weeks ago and every time she got it, it warmed her heart. She was so like her son, so giving with her love and affection. They’d actually gotten quite close through their texts, not having had much of a chance to spend time together since she’d started dating Harry. She was hopeful for the holidays, when she would be visiting Holmes Chapel with him for Christmas, the prospect of a white Christmas incredibly appealing.

Love you too! x she sent back, locking her phone and picking up her now steeped cup of tea. She added some milk and stirred it, absentmindedly thinking of what her day would hold. There was a big deal on the table for the agency and Y/N had been tapped as the associate on the project. If she got the deal it could mean huge things for her career—maybe putting her in line for the promotion that she’d been passed over for a month ago.

She grabbed her laptop from the counter and made her way to the counter, deciding to look over the brief she had been working on the previous day while she drank her tea. Maybe it would distract her from the horrific metallic taste in her mouth, probably left over from the nausea.

An hour later, her phone started ringing next to her, the tell-tale sound of a FaceTime call. Harry. She picked it up, shutting her laptop and settling into the pillows as the call connected. Suddenly, her boyfriend’s face filled her screen, damp hair from a shower and a loose t-shirt covering his chest.

“Hi you!” He said, voice bright and cheery from the rush of performing. “What’re you doing up so early?”

“Woke up sick again,” she replied, giving him the best smile she could muster.

He frowned at her sentence, his face shifting in the screen. Then, she saw a couch cushion appear—he was settling in for her. “What do you mean again?”

“Happened earlier in the week—this is actually the fourth time this week.”

His eyebrows scrunched together, obviously worried. “What do you mean by sick? Like, vomit sick?” She nodded and his eyes softened. “I’m sorry, love. Wish I could be there to give you some kisses and hold your hair back.”

Until he said that, the thought hadn’t crossed her mind of how nice it would be to have him there to rub her back and make her a cup of tea. “Got a cup of tea,” she told him, “so it’s almost like you’re here.”

He chuckled and then lifted a cup of what seemed to be his own. “Twins!”

“How was the show?” She asked, tugging the blanket up to cover her shoulders. Her eyes were starting to get heavy, the couch cushions and Harry’s voice bringing her closer to sleep.

“Good,” he replied. “Look sleepy, love—have you been getting enough rest?”

She had actually. More than usual too. She fell asleep at 9pm last night and slept through to 5am, and probably could’ve slept longer. “Yeah, plenty of sleep. Dunno, just feel so exhausted lately—like deep muscle. You know what I mean?”

“Very well,” he told her. “Workin’ too hard, baby. Can you take a day off sometime soon?”

“No, we’ve got that big deal in the works.” She had told him about it a few days ago, but he seemed to have forgotten it, the days running together. She didn’t blame him for it.

“Right,” he replied. “Well, try to take an easy weekend, okay? Your body seems to be telling you to get it together.”

She laughed with him, the sound of his laugh warming her heard. “Tell me about Australia,” she requested and listened intently to him describe the landscape and the people and the food. Listening to him talk, even if it was about things like these, made him feel closer to her, his voice healing a part of her that was emptier with each passing day.

After work at the end of the week, Hanna and Jamie dragged Y/N out to drinks, telling her she needed to get out and let loose after moping about Harry all week. He hadn’t been able to talk since their call when she woke up sick and it was nagging at her. His texts had been short and she missed knowing about his days. They took her to their favorite Mexican place for happy hour, a big margarita sat in front of her. It was their favorite spot and they’d been going there for ages.

“I am ready for a marg!” Hanna said when she arrived from her shift. She was a third-grade teacher at a school close to Y/N and you could tell from her harried hair and disheveled shirt. But she also looked happy, alive—she loved her job and the kids who she helped. She slid into the booth next to Y/N, wrapping her arms around her best friend.

“We already got chips and guac,” Jamie told her, “and your margarita is on its way.”

“Bless you,” Hanna said, throwing off her jacket. “And thank god you got Y/N to come with you. I was worried she was going to back out!”

Y/N whacked her best friend’s arm. “You do know I’m right here, right?”

Their waiter came up then, a basket of warm tortilla chips and a heaping bowl of guacamole and three margaritas balanced on a tray. He was cute, Y/N thought her to herself, soft curls and a wide smile that reminded her of Harry. Or maybe, she realized, she only thought he was attractive because he looked like Harry.

He settled their food and drinks on the table and told them he’d be back to check in in a bit if they needed anything else. Usually their group just ended up eating appetizers for dinner, though, all of them happy to focus on chips and various dips rather than a proper dinner.

“How was your day?” Jamie asked Hanna. “Looks like a long one.”

Hanna rolled her eyes and took a long sip of her marg. “It wasn’t too bad. That kid I told you about—Noah? He finally got long division, so I’m calling it a win.”

“Let’s drink to that!” Y/N said, lifting her glass for her best friend, smiling as they clinked glasses. Hanna was right, she did need to get out a bit, see her friends, do something other than watch TV and wait for Harry to call like a lovesick puppy. She took a long sip of her frozen margarita, the cold temperature giving her a bit of a brain freeze.

Hanna continued talking about her day, the students, the weird things the other teachers said and did. Meanwhile, Y/N grabbed a chip and dug into the guacamole. But the minute she lifted it close to her face, her stomach convulsed, the smell making her want to throw up. She dropped the chip to her plate and covered her mouth, trying to hold back the desire to vomit all over the table.

“Y/N?” Jamie asked, looking over at her pained expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Stomach,” she managed to say, and Jamie’s eyes widened in understanding. She’d told him a few days ago about what was happening, hoping he might have ideas for things to do, but he just gave her disgusting-sounding homeopathic ideas that she couldn’t manage to stomach the idea of, much less the smell of.

“Not guac,” Hanna said, making the connection between the rejected food in front of Y/N and her pain. “It’s your favorite.”

Y/N shook her head, finally able to swallow, the acidic flavor in her mouth receding slightly. After a long sip of water, she cleared her throat. “Not anymore, it seems.”

Hanna rubbed her best friend’s back, worried look in her eyes. “Have you talked to your doctor yet?”

Y/N shook her head before taking another sip. “I thought it would subside, you know? But it hasn’t, so I guess I probably should.”

“It’s probably nothing,” Jamie reassured her, “but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

She nodded. And even if they said there was nothing wrong, at least she’d know and wouldn’t worry as much. She really hoped it was nothing—she had the deal to finish and the last thing she needed was to discover she had pneumonia or something.

The following Tuesday, she waited patiently in the office of her doctor, who she’d been going to ever since she was a teenager and she aged out of her pediatrician. The same vinyl grey chairs and weird motivational phrases on the walls that always managed to actually inspired Y/N, despite the fact that they were quite cheesy. When she signed in, Melinda at the front desk asked about her father, and Y/N told her he was well, looking forward to the holidays, as was she.

“Y/N?” She looked up and the nurse, Tricia, was standing in the doorway. “Come on back, sweetheart.”

Even at 23, nearly 24, Y/N still loved being called sweetheart by women like Tricia. She gathered her work bag, having left work a bit early to squeeze the appointment into her schedule, and followed Tricia back. “How are you?” She asked, smiling at the older woman who guided her into one of the patient rooms.

“Well,” Tricia replied, shutting the door and grabbing the thermometer and a sleeve from their spot on the desk. “Brandon’s started kindergarten this year, so we’re all very excited.” Brandon was her son who Y/N had been hearing about through Tricia since she’d first started coming here. He had two kids now, both who Y/N had seen grow up through photos on Tricia’s phone. “I’ll show you after your tests,” she said, knowing Y/N would ask.

“Can’t wait,” she replied, opening her mouth so Tricia could take her temperature.

“So, what brings you in today, love? Haven’t been in in a while”

“I’ve been having these stomach problems,” she explained. “About a week and a half now? They’ll wake me up in the middle of the night or in the morning, sometimes throughout the day. Usually I’ll have to throw up, but sometimes I can hold it back. Happened last week when I went for drinks with some friends too.” Tricia’s eyebrows furrowed as she checked Y/N’s heart and her breathing. “I thought it was just bad food or something at first, but if it was that it would’ve passed by now, so thought I’d come in and get it checked out.”

Tricia nodded, stepping away to take off her gloves and wash her hands. “Good idea, love. Any other symptoms?”

Y/N shook her head. “I’ve had a bit of a weird taste in my mouth sometimes. Maybe metallic you could say? But it’s been here and there, thought it was related to the nausea.”

The nurse made a note of it on the chart before looking back up at her. “I want to do a pregnancy test, just to be sure. That would be the easiest explanation for this, so want it to get crossed off before the doc comes in.”

Pregnancy? Y/N’s mind ran wild. How would that be the easiest explanation? That would be the last possible good explanation for this, she thought. “Sure,” she replied. “But I’m on birth control, so I doubt it’s that.”

“Of course,” Tricia told her. She rummaged through the cabinets before pulling out a cup. “Can you pee in this for me darlin’? The bathroom is just down the hall. You can leave it in there when you’re done and I’ll come grab it.”

Y/N nodded and went down the hall, cup in hand, feeling her stomach queasy for reasons completely unrelated to the normal ones. Even though she knew it was unlikely, the thought had her panicking—could she be pregnant? She’d had her period…right? Her periods had always been relatively irregular. Birth control had actually been supposed to regulate them when she went on it, and for the most part it had, but there were still months sometimes where she missed a cycle.

When she reached the bathroom, she shut the door tightly, eyes trained on the toilet. She hated peeing in a cup. It felt so disgusting for some reason, giving her urine to someone else. But she pulled down her pants, stuck the cup under her vagina, and waited. If she didn’t do this she’d probably have to do blood work, which was worse. Finally, she filled the cup and she set it on the counter, pulling up her pants and flushing the toilet. She washed her hands and brushed her hair back in the mirror, trying to settle her mind. And nerves.

Tricia popped in after her for the cup and told Y/N to wait in the room for her to return with the results. The wait was horrific. Y/N just had to sit on the plastic bed, the sheet crinkled under her thighs, mind turning over and over the possibility of being pregnant. Her eyes were trained on the clock, watching the seconds tick by as she waited for Tricia to knock on the door. She wished she could text Harry, but he was asleep in Japan right now, preparing for the final nights of the tour. He’d be home on Sunday and she couldn’t wait to see him, the thought filling her heart immediately.

A knock came from the door and then her doctor—Dr. Terrell, popped her head in. “Y/N?”

“Hi,” she replied. She wasn’t expecting for the doctor to come in immediately. It should’ve been Tricia.

Dr. Terrell shut the door and sat down on the stool opposite Y/N, her scrubs crinkling as she sat. “So I know this might come as a shock,” she started, meeting Y/N’s eyes, “but you’re pregnant.”

All the air left Y/N’s body in a single instant, mind whirring at a million miles an hour. “What?” She asked, breathless, trying to process the word. Pregnant.

“You seem to be about eight weeks along,” Dr. Terrell explained.

“But I’m on the pill,” Y/N said, voice a whisper as her brain searched for an explanation.

“Unfortunately the pill is only 91% affective,” her doctor replied. “And that’s at its best precision. Do you and your partner use condoms as well?”

Y/N stilled. She had told Harry months ago that they didn’t need to use them—she didn’t see a point. In her mind, they weren’t seeing anyone else, so there was no need to worry about STIs. Pregnancy hadn’t crossed her mind. She always took her birth control, like clockwork. “No,” she said, “but we stopped months ago. We…why did this happen now?”

Dr. Terrell sighed, a hand reaching out to grip Y/N’s knee. “I don’t know, sweetheart. Sometimes things happen—maybe you were off by a couple hours or he just had particularly determined sperm, or something else entirely.” Y/N knew she was trying to be funny, but humor was the last thing on her mind right now. All she could think about was her, having a baby. With Harry.

Harry. He wasn’t ready to be a father anymore than Y/N. He’d just launched his solo career, he’d just done his first movie—he was busier than ever. They’d already been having problems with the distance, and that was just with the two of them to worry about. But a third person in the mix? The idea had her sweating in the small office room.

“I want you to know that you have options,” Dr. Terrell said slowly and Y/N lifted her head. Options. That meant the option of not having the child, of giving them up. “You’re still early enough along that abortion is an option. And adoption is definitely an option as well, if you decide that’s best.”

She could never do adoption, she thought. She seriously doubted that Harry’s team would ever let a mini Harry be out there in the world, the safety risks so high she couldn’t even imagine them all. “I—I don’t know...” She tried to find the words, but she couldn’t, her thoughts a jumbled mess in her brain.

Dr. Terrell stood and in an uncharacteristically maternal move, swept Y/N into her arms. “I know this is a lot,” she said softly. “But remember, you’re love and supported and you’re not alone in this. Is…is the father in the picture?” She asked hesitantly.

“Yes,” Y/N said, the one question she had a firm answer for. “But he’s out of town right now.”

“Okay,” Dr. Terrell said. “Well, why don’t you talk to him and see what you want to do, okay? And there’s no rush right now. You should go see your OB/GYN and they’ll give you more information about everything.”

A thought suddenly popped into Y/N’s head. “I—can I hear the heartbeat yet?”

Dr. Terrell nodded. “Yes, you should be able to. You can definitely see the fetus, though.”

The idea of Harry standing with her in her OB/GYN’s office listening to their baby’s heartbeat and looking at their child had tears welling in her eyes. When had she gotten so emotional? “I’m sorry,” she said, reaching for the tissue Dr. Terrell passed her.

“Don’t be,” she reassured her with a smile. “Blame it on your hormones right now.”

Oh. The pregnancy. She looked down at her belly, which looked completely normal, but now held another human. A child. Her child. “Thank you,” she said, standing, suddenly the need to be anywhere but here crashing into her like a ton of bricks. “Is there anything else?”

“No,” Dr. Terrell told her. “Just check out at the front and they’ll get you squared away. Now, if you need anything, please call me, okay dear?”

Y/N nodded and picked up her bag, making her way down the hall to the check out. She couldn’t help but look at her body in the mirror as she passed it, reveling at how if no one had told her, she never would’ve even noticed.

Y/N sat in her bed, an open copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting! lying on her bed, a box of tissues next to her. It was a Friday night, two days until Harry was home, and she was in bed crying over her newly discovered pregnancy.

It wasn’t the pregnancy itself that had her freaking out, necessarily. It was the fact that she had absolutely no idea what she was going to tell Harry. They had never even broached the subject—they’d barely been together a year, after all. She knew he wanted kids, but definitely not right now. Neither was she, the idea something she had expected in her late twenties, even early thirties. She had always wanted to make sure she had found the right person, someone stable, someone who would be there for her through the whole process, start to finish. It was part of the reason for the rule she’d made ages ago, the very one she had broken when she met Harry. It was to keep her safe from this exact situation.

And now she was having a kid with one of the biggest popstars in the world.

It was her worst nightmare come true.

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Walsh

PART TWO

Warning: smut, violence, gore, breaking and entering, sarcasm. So much swearing. Mentions of Shane c*ck.

Kennedie curls up on the couch with a book while Carl watches ‘Finding Nemo’. His favorite move thus far, as he’d already asked to watch it four times. Finding Nemo played once more, before finally it was seven o’clock. “Carl, buddy. It’s bath time.” She calls as she stands up. Looking out the window, she sees a patrol car pass by slowly. Looking out she sees Shane watching intently inside. Flipping him the bird he just chuckles and drives away. Shutting the blinds in the living room, she heads to the bathroom and starts the water for his bath. Tossing in a bucket toys, Carl cheers as he jumps into the tub.

“Wow! Look at that!” He points, writing on the bath tub wall with bath crayons.

“Nice! Write your name.” She points to the wall with her finger and Carl splashes her. He splashes her, and she splashes back. “Tip back. Tip back.” She cheers, dumping water on his head. “Sudsy time!” She laughs, scrubbing his blue soap into his hair. “Tip back!” She dumps another cup over his head.

“Water!” He cheers, scrubbing her arms with his wet hands.

“Yay! You ready to get out?” She asks, holding up his duck towel with a hood temptingly.

“Uh, yeah. Can we watch a movie?” He asks as he climbs out and gets onto the mat, letting her wrap him up with the towel.

“Sure. You can hang with me in the living room.” She smiles, letting him follow her to his room. Pulling out some Cars undies and a tee shirt, she lets him dress himself. “You collect your favorite blanket and pillow and head to the living room.” While he collects his blanket, pillow, and favorite animals, she lays out his clothes for tomorrow on his dresser. Jeans and a tee shirt, some green dino socks and a pair of shoes.

“I got them!” He cheers, running down the wood-floored hall with a blanket and a pillow, stuffed animals falling from his grip.

“Okay, come with me.” She waves him to the basket of blankets under the side tables and hands them to him. “Let’s do this.” She sets up a blanket fort and heads to the couch with her blanket and pillow. As they curl up, she starts a movie on Netflix they both fall asleep. As her alarm goes off at six, she hears bustling in the kitchen and springs from the couch in sleepy stupor, grabbing her phone. Her eyes finally focus on the curly haired, grown man standing in the kitchen making eggs at the stove. The coffee hits her nose and she smiles.

“Morning, chewbacca.” He greets her with a laugh and she hears Carl spring to his feet.

“Uncle Shane!” He cheers, his little feet pattering on the tile floor as he hugs the officer’s legs.

“Christ, Walsh. What did I say? Not a morning person.” She croaks, met with a cup of coffee being handed over.

“And here I am, your savior. I don’t normally do morning breakfast for women so, consider yourself lucky.” He chides, pointing a spatula at her.

“My God, I’m so lucky. Shall I parade around the neighborhood with you on my arm? Are we to be married now? I’m the only woman to ever domesticate a Walsh?” She dramatizes, slapping a hand to her chest.

“You are the most sarcastic woman I’ve ever met.” He grumbles, looking over at her.

“What do you expect Walsh? I don’t like you.” She shrugs, taking the plate from his hands and digging in as he serves Carl a smiling plate of bacon, egg, and toast. “Boo! How come I didn’t get a smiling plate, Walsh?” She calls, pushing the plate back to him.

“You don’t like him.” Carl responds, stuffing a bacon piece into his mouth.

“Ooh, little dude’s got a point, Ken.” He points to Carl with the spatula as he puts it down and puts his own plate down, eating rather quickly.

“Are you eating on the clock?” She asks, looking at him a crooked smile.

“Yes, ma’am. And then I’m gonna take little dude to school. You don’t mind right?” He asks.

“No of course not. He likes the cruiser more.” She shrugs, grabbing the plates away. “And since uncle Shane decided to wake me up early, I think he should dress you.” She raises her brows excitedly at Carl and he flings from his seat, grabbing Shane’s hand and dragging him down the hall.

“You’re evil!” Shane’s voice trails off. She chuckles as she quickly tugs on shorts and yanks off her tee shirt for a tank top. “Me and Carl are headin’ out. Don’t drink too many mimosas, princess.” He calls as he and Carl head out the door.

“Walsh! Backpack!” She shouts, grabbing Carl’s backpack and running out the door. For a moment, Shane smiles. He could almost imagine it; Kennie chasing him out the door with their kid’s backpack. He shakes his head, licking his lips as he snatches the bag from her.

“Thanks.”

She hangs around the house, leaving only to get pepperoni and mozzarella and a few ingredients for pizza. As she finishes the pizza dough, she hears the door open and Shane’s laugh echo through the hall.

“Shoes little dude, aunt Kennie hates muddy tracks.” He hushes, quietly trying to sneak in. When his eyes meet hers, his cheeks flame red.

“Awe Shane, you don’t like me do you?” She digs, giving him her best puppy dog eyes and pouty lip.

“Lori’d be mad if she saw foot prints too. Anyway, what’s with the white powder all over? You feel like Betty Crocker today?” He snorts, slapping his hand into the flour and slapping her ass hard; leaving a flour hand print. Carl comes from his room when he hears her shriek.

“Aunt Kennie, you okay?” He asks. Shane just chuckles under his breath.

“I’m fine. Uncle Shane spanked me.” She huffs, twisting and slapping a floury hand print onto his ass, his uniform pants almost black, leaving a white almost perfect hand print.

“These are my work pants, shit.” Shane barks, jumping back from the confusing feelings welling in his stomach.

“Unit eight-two respond. We’ve got a call for a wellness check at 106 North Athens street, 63 years old, Alice Gratiot.”

“This is unit eight-two responding. Ten-four on a wellness check. Heading over there now.” He responds into the radio at his shoulder. Giving Kennedie a wink, he heads out to the door.

“Walsh? Don’t get shot by Missus Gratiot, also. Pizza will be ready in an hour or I can save you some.” She calls to him. His tongue shoots out across his bottom lip and gives her that half goofy smile.

“I’ll be back for pizza.” He nods, heading out the door and getting into his squad car. She watches a moment longer as he pulls out of the driveway. Shaking her head, she and Carl start working on making homemade pizza from scratch.

As soon as Shane’s out of eyesight of the house, he pulls over and he finds it hard to breathe. When had he found her attractive? And since when was he a breakfast cooker? When was the last time he was excited to eat cold pizza because she’d offered it? He never thought of her like this until now.

After his wellness check and writing a ticket to a speeder, he gets to the station and walks into the locker room.

“Damn Walsh, you gettin’ it in the squad car?” Chuck asks, looking down to Shane’s ass. As he twists to look, he groans, a small minuscule smile cracks across his lips.

“Nah, Kennie’s watching Carl while Rick’s gone. She’s got major hots for me.” He nods, changing into jeans and a tee shirt.

“Wanna get beers?” He asks, looking to Shane with a smile.

“Nah thanks. I’m gonna head home.” But he wasn’t going home first. First, he was going to stop and see her, get himself some cold pizza and possibly break down another wall. Pulling into Rick’s he sees the lights off but the TV flashes across the dark living room. Damning himself, he checks the time.

8:07PM.

Getting out of his Jeep, he heads up to the door. As he reaches up to knock, the door opens and her smiling face greets him as she peeks around the door.

“Geez, good thing we saved some for ya.” She hushes, waving him in.

“Sorry, is Carl already sleeping?” He whispers, looking over the couch to see the little tyke laid out on the floor on a pile of blankets.

“Yeah, but that’s okay. Here.” She offers him a plate of steaming warm pizza.

“Thanks.” He offers. She just nods, heading to the couch and curling up on one end. “You mind?” He asks, pointing to the empty spot on the couch. She just nods, offering popcorn without taking her eyes off the screen. The opening scene rolls and Shane gets comfy. As the movie plays on, she starts to doze, leaning over slowly. Finally resting on his shoulder, he looks down as she sleepily frowns at him before falling asleep.

Gently, he slips his arm behind her, hugging her lazily to him as he watched the movie. He loses track of time as he watches her sleep, his eyes never leaving her face until the movie’s end credits roll and she jerks awake, looking at him confused.

“You couldn’t resist me in your sleep, darlin’. I’m tellin’ ya. Moanin’ my name.” He whispers, picking on her. Her wide green eyes meet his dark, burnt umber orbs and she feels her breath catch. She’d never seen Shane like this. Relaxed on the couch in jeans and a tee, not giving back the snarky comments hard, or throwing insults her way. “Oh Shane, yes. I like it like that.” He squeals gently, raising his voice and making Kennedie laugh, gripping her sides. He chuckles at her, her laugh was brilliant and it rang in his ears like sweet music. Rising to his feet, he stretches back and a sliver of lightly tanned skin peeks through.

“Oh Walsh, yes. There it is! Yes. No. I don’t remember saying that. I was actually dreaming of killing you and then going to a beach.” She retorts, even out of a dead sleep.

“I gotta head out. Thanks for tonight. It was nice to shave your head while you slept.” He calls as he heads out to the front door.

“You are such an ass.” She laughs softly, rolling her eyes.

“Good night, Kennedie.” He smiles, feeling his breath quicken as his hand reaches for the knob.

“Good night, Walsh.” She gives a shy smile back, fists clenched at her sides.

Saturday was already here, and Walsh’s patrol car was parked out front as she got Carl’s breakfast made.

“Morning, kids.” Shane calls as he steps in, seeing her with her back to him. He fights hard against his hands reaching for her waist.

“Gross, Walsh. You can just like, wave from the driveway.” Her insult leaves a bad taste in his mouth as he sits at the counter and scrubs Carl’s head.

“Hey, I have a double today, so I may not get a chance to swing by later. If it isn’t too late I’ll swing by.” He smiles, a small sparkle in her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Got it. You want some lunch that isn’t fast food? That stuff will kill you.” She states as she makes a sandwich and packs some chips into a bag. “Here. I’ll even let you take my lunchbox. We’ll take the cooler. Where are we going today?” She asks Carl, patting his hands.

“The beach! Aunt Kennie’s taking me to the beach! You should come uncle Shane.” Carl whines, grabbing Shane’s arm.

“As much fun as that sounds, I can’t, bud. I gotta work. You two have a fun day, thanks again.” He chuckles, holding up her lunchbox in his hand. Heading out the door, he waves through the window before getting into the cruiser and driving away, a huge grin on his face. She’d packed him a lunch. He felt so special.

Kennedie spends the next hour packing and getting ready for the beach.

Snacks.

Suits.

Lunch.

Towels.

She nods into her totebag, sure she has every thing as they get into her honda.

They spend the next four hours at the beach, Kennedie taking lots of photos and sending them to Lori. Receiving cute emojis in response, she puts her phone in her bag and heads to the beach with Carl.

They finally get home around eight at night and Carl crawls immediately into bed. Tired, she puts away their things when she hears the front door.

“Shane?” She asks, normally he announces himself. Something didn’t feel right. Peeking into Carl’s room, he’s fast asleep so she pulls the door shut quietly as she heads into the kitchen.

“Hey, bitch. Get on the ground!” The man shouts, jabbing a gun at her.

“Please, I’m just house sitting. Take what you want.” She cries. One holds a gun to her head as the other ransacks the house, Carl’s door being untouched in the process. As they start to leave one turns around and starts talking to the other.

“Kill her, Jake. I told you. You gotta kill her.” He shakily points a gun at her and she starts to sob quietly, biting her hand to keep from waking Carl. The gun goes off and a burning sensation hits her shoulder. She drops to the floor and sobs, looking around to be sure they were gone before she staggers to Carl’s room to see him still asleep. Shakily dialing the emergency line, she hears the sirens wail before she can hit send.

Shane was mid thrust in his cruiser into an old flame when his radio crackles to life. He’d met up with Maylynn in the employee parking lot of the hospital where she worked.

“Walsh. We got a break in at five-nineteen east Gordon street. Walsh, respond. Break in.” The radio crackles. He thrusts a couple more times.

“On my way. Walsh responding.” He calls, ramming his hips into her a couple more times before he finally falls off the edge of euphoria. Buttoning his pants, tosses on his shirt, missing a few buttons here and there. Maylynn jogs away to her car and Shane heads for five-nineteen east Gordon street. His foot steps hard on the gas when he realizes it’s Rick’s address. Squealing into the driveway, he dives out of the car but doesn’t see anything wrong at first.

Stepping inside, he looks around to see things strewn about.

“Kennie?” He coos, gun raised as he finds his way through.

“Shane?” She whispers, looking up to him like a knight in shining armor.

“Kennie are they still here?”

“No. Left five minutes ago.” She whispers, coughing and gasping at the pain that erupts from her shoulder. Shane’s eyes land on the blood and his legs start to sway.

“Where’s Carl?” He chokes.

“In his room. Go check on him, Shane.” She begs, “but don’t wake him up until I leave. I don’t want to scare him.” She whispers, her arm burning.

“Okay, stay there okay. This is Walsh. I ne-need a bus. Five-nineteen ease Gordon street. I got a woman, late twenties, gun shot wound to the shoulder.” He nearly chokes on his words, all of this like a surreal dream. A nightmare. She lay on the floor in a puddle of her own blood, only worried that Shane didn’t wake up Carl.

“Walsh, ca-can you grab me that t-t-towel? Not the white one, the black one.” She points a weak finger at the black towel hanging on the edge of the counter. He grabs it and kneels in the blood, sliding a hand gingerly under her shoulder and pulling her to sit up on his knees. Pressing the black towel into her shoulder, he smooths her bloodied, sticky hair away from her face.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, feeling his heart constrict. He’d been too busy having sex in his cruiser. He wasted those five minutes. He could’ve had those assholes. Though, he decided it was for the best. He’d have killed them. “Dammit Kennie, I’m so fuckin’ sorry. Okay?” He whispers over and over like a mantra until he hears the ambulance wailing getting closer.

“Don’t let Carl see me, okay? I know the ambulance will wake him up, but please Shane. I don’t wanna traumatize him.” She coos, holding his forearm in her pale, bloody hand.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” He assures as the EMT’s come in with a stretcher to load her up. He rises with the stretcher, heart slamming in his throat as he follows the stretcher to the ambulance, his hand gripping hers tight.

“Shane, let go. Go help Carl, please.” She whispers, grabbing his hand and trying to throw it. He chuckles and pats her hand, tears almost falling as he lets go.

“I’ll be right behind you, Ken. I’ll be right behind you!” He calls as he heads inside to get Carl. “Hey buddy, you gotta wake up okay? We gotta go, pal. Aunt Kennie got hurt and we gotta go see her, okay?” He asks as he wakes up the little guy. Carl sleepily sits up, confused, but Shane doesn’t have time. He scoops up the little boy and takes him to the cruiser. Grabbing his seat out of her car and buckling it in.

“Walsh! C’mere! We need to talk, man.” Billy calls, waving him over.

“What?”

“So when you got here the burglars were gone, right?”

“Yes. And one civilian injured. Listen, Kennie’s at the hospital okay? I gotta see her.” He stammers, heading for the cruiser.

“Walsh! Why were you so late?” He calls. Shane stops in his tracks and looks over his shoulder. He climbs into the cruiser and heads for the hospital.

“We’re here to see Kennedie Gunner, gun shot wound to the shoulder.” Shane breathes as he gets to the counter carrying Carl.

“Sure, down the hall, room two-fifteen.” She smiles, winking at him. Any other day, he might consider flirting but he didn’t have the time. Jogging down the hall scanning numbers, hers pops up and he clicks open the door, scared of what he might see. There in chairs sit Rick and Lori, talking to her. He puts Carl on his feet and he finds his parents. Rick gives Shane a thankful smile.

“The hero returns.” Kennedie coos softly, reaching for Shane. Holding his breath, he sticks out a hand to her. She tugs him down to hug him. He feels the weight on chest increase and he sucks in for a breath. She thought he was a hero.

“Shane. Thank you.” Rick smiles, patting Shane’s shoulder. He didn’t care. He didn’t hear anything but her breathing. His eyes danced across her finding her nearly perfect, except for that hole in her shoulder.

“Walsh? Why are you staring at me?” She asks, cracking open an eye at him.

“Because I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Stop being nice Walsh. I’m fine. Just painkillers and rest left.”

“I’m sorry, Kennie. I should’a been there sooner.” He coos, looking at his hands.

“Shane, you did the best that anyone could’ve done. You did good, Walsh.” She smiles, patting his hand.

"I’m sorry I didn’t come by at eight. I always come by at eight.” He huffs, chewing on his bottom lip nervously.

“Christ Walsh, I’m still alive. Shut up.” She laughs, earning a laugh from Rick and Lori. Rick stands and leads Shane out into the hallway.

“Why all of a sudden, are you and Kennie buddies?” Rick chuckles, hitching a thumb over his shoulder.

“I don’t know, man. It just kinda happened. She packed me a lunch this morning like she didn’t hate me. She made dinner both nights and invited me to stay, or come back. I don’t know what it is, Rick, but I can’t stay away from her anymore.” He scratches his head, fingers running through his hair.

“Sounds like Shane’s in loooovvee.” Rick chuckles, drawing a sweeping heart with his finger in the air.

“Nah, stop that.” Shane brushes it off and he heads to the door.

“We’re not done talking Shane.”

“We’re not?”

“Nope. Sheriff wants to know what took so long to respond?” Shane’s heart hits the heels of his shoes.

“What took so long? I was--uh--parked here tryin’ to eat some grub and my keys got lost between the seats. It was honest mistake, man.” He stammers, looking to the ground.

“Alright, well. You better tell Chuck because he’s pissed those little asshole got away.” Rick nods before going back into the room. Shane’s phone rings and he sees it’s Maylynn. Holding his breath, his tongue jammed into his cheek as he debates answering.

“Yeah?”

“I left my panties in the cruiser.” She giggles, and he bites his first knuckle.

“Shit, okay. Meet me down there in five.” He hushes, shutting his phone and heading down to the cruiser. It never crosses his mind where he’d parked.

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