#flat butt Jean but we like it in this house ehe

[magicmiss]

[imnotwolverine]

The Accidental Family - Chapter 6

Henry Cavill x OFC - multi-chapter

< Chap 5 | Chap 6 The Birds & The Bees | Chap 7 >

Disclaimer: smut and fluff

Word count: 2.463

Author’s note: This chapter leaves the question of how much Kal knows of the birds and the bees by this point.. enjoy the read! 

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Phoebe steered the van onto the driveway of the house Henry’s parents currently lived in; a house better described as a mansion, a nice garden wrapping around the back.

A treat to find in the London suburbs.

‘Woa..nice place.’ Henry leaned forward to get a better look at the red shutters that were all opened to show a row of paned windows, no life to be found inside.

‘Yea. You bought them this house short before Sam was born... So they could be close-by.’ Phoebe killed the engine and looked at Henry as she removed her seatbelt. Henry remained seated for a bit, eyebrows furrowing in thought.

‘And I didn’t get..us..a bigger house? Let me guess, I refused to move from my Mews home?’

Phoebe laughed, her hand patting his knee. ‘We BOTH decided to stay, mkay? Cosy living and all.’

They got out of the car and, hearing the cheerful sound of children behind the house, they decided to go for the garden straightaway, arms linked together as Henry followed Phoebe’s lead. He enjoyed her touch - it calmed him.

The garden was just as magical as Henry could have expected from his mother’s green fingers; luscious grass stretched in the back, with a sea of spring green and flowers running around the sides, some small fruit trees having just started to blossom above the excited faces of the children that were running to and fro.

‘HEY BABIESS.’ Phoebe exclaimed, the kids coming hollering at the sound of their mother’s voice.

‘Mommy! MOMMY!’

But, there was one kid missing. Henry looked out to see Sam squat down at the edge of the grass, his little tongue poking out as if he was really focused on some yet-to-be-determined little task, fingers hidden behind the plants. Henry smiled gently, and walked out to greet his oldest, the young boy completely oblivious to his father’s presence as he created a little fist over one of the flowers.

And that was a bad decision.

Within moments a flood of tears burst from the four year old’s eyes, a painful little hand clutching tightly around the dead body of the bee that had stung into his little palm.

Henry could hear Phoebe call out, feet rushing over the grass, but Henry was first to aid, large arms swinging up the little man into a hug, a soft voice soothing the pained cries of poor Sam.

‘Hey, hey..let me help you.’ Henry gently coaxed the child to open his palm, the bee falling into the bushes as Henry regarded the stinger that was stuck right in the middle of the pinkish little palm.

‘Oh, shhhh.’ Henry pulled Sam a little closer to his chest, his large arms forming a little hammock for the kid to hang in, his eyes finding Phoebe, who had now also come over, her hand sweeping through Sam’s chocolate curls.

‘Oh, baby!’ Phoebe pouted, but Sam was inconsolable, big fat tears falling down his cheek. ‘You had ouchy? Let’s get you fixed up.’ She cooed gently, before hinting at Henry they best get inside.

Minutes later they sat in the kitchen, a box of first aid appliances scattered over the kitchen table, Henry’s parents out to entertain the other kids while Henry sat on one of the chairs with a quiet Sam huddled into the warmth of his chest. The stinger had been quite professionally removed by his mother, but even after she had pressed all the kisses to his little hand and face, he wouldn’t leave his father’s embrace.

‘I just tried to help..’ Sam finally mumbled, quietly sniffling into his father’s white T-shirt.

‘Did you now?’ Henry brushed a soothing hand through Sam’s curls, the boy taking a shivery breath.

‘And then he bwit me!’

Henry chuckled ever so quietly, his eyes finding Phoebe who was stacking the first aid materials back in the plastic container. She winked at him and then looked back at Sam, who kept his watery blue eyes aimed at his father’s arm.

‘Well, not really BIT you, I bet. But when bees feel nervous, they can sting with their stinger.’

‘But IT HURT.’

‘Yes, stingers hurt.’ Henry was met by Sam’s confused expression, big blue eyes looking up at him. ‘You see, the bee was probably really scared of you. Because you are SOOO big, and he was only sooo small. It’s better to be extra gentle and careful with such small animals, you see.’ Sam blinked up at his dad, listening quietly. ‘Especially bees.’

Phoebe now squatted back down before Sam, her hand brushing over the hand that was now covered with a cooling pack. ‘Hi sweetie.’

But Sam was not in the mood, his face pulling into a pout before he quickly ducked back into Henry’s chest.

‘Ohhh okay then.’ Phoebe pouted in playful hurt, earning a smile from Henry, his heart swelling at the feeling of making this kid - his kid - feel safe. This wasn’t a nephew or niece. This was HIS kid.

Hoisting Sam up a little higher, Henry pressed his nose in Sam’s curls, his nose inhaling the sweet scent of shampoo and fresh air, Sam’s little voice bringing out a soft hum as his free hand curled into Henry’s shirt.

‘WIEEEEEEEE. I’m a BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.’ Piper came running in, followed by Max, the both of them leaving muddy prints all around the kitchen table as they flailed their arms like little birds.

‘LOOK MOMMY-MOMMY-MOMMY!! FLYING!!’  

‘OI. Piper! Max! What did I tell you about dirty shoes?!’ Marianne came storming after them, little Cole perched on her bony arm.

Sam also looked up, his eyes perking up at the sight of his brother and sister having fun, his sorrows quickly forgotten.

‘Alright, time to get up.’ Henry offered, but Sam remained seated in his lap a moment longer, expecting blues looking up at Henry.

‘Are you still my daddy? Granny said ..eh…’ Sam’s shyness won over as he quickly hid his face behind a hand.

‘Hey..’ Henry pried the hand away with his large paw, a gentle smile curving on his lips. ‘I am. A little bit of a confused daddy, so I WILL need your help. But I am your daddy.’

Sam nodded in understanding and gave a simple: ‘Okay.’ Before climbing off his dad’s lap and joining the other kids who ran back out the backdoor again, thereby leaving yet another trail of muddy shoes all the way through the hallway.

‘OH..dammit.’ Henry bit his lip, making Phoebe laugh aloud.

‘Oh, trust me. That’s nothing yet hahahaha.’

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‘Ha, that was nice.’ Henry pulled the door closed, Phoebe having walked a little ahead to greet a very excited Kal in the narrow Mews hallway.

‘It was,’ She smiled and shrugged out of her coat, walking back towards the door to put it onto a hanger, only to be halted midway reaching, as Henry twirled her around and offered her one of his big bear hugs. ‘OH..okay.’ She chuckled softly.

‘Hmm,’ He hummed, nuzzling his nose into her hair, his nose sniffing in the scent of her hair and perfume. Not too sweet. A pinch of something woody. And warm. And.. He pulled back ever so slightly and before Phoebe could ask him what was the matter with him, he pressed his smooth warm lips onto hers, earning a delightful little hum from her in return.

‘Mmm, well hello there.’ She chuckled as they shortly broke their kiss for Henry to also shrug off his coat.

‘Hi,’ He grinned, unceremoniously dropping his coat on the floor before he lifted her up in his arms, hands grabbing for her butt.

‘Hen!’ She squealed in delight.

‘What?’ He asked innocently, though his dark eyes completely betrayed where this was going - and it was quite new after what only had been a little fooling around on the couch.

With a gentle brush of her fingers over his cheek, Phoebe let out a little sigh. ‘Are you..you sure? I mean..’

Henry lowered her with a growl, his bodyweight pinning her to the jackets that were hung behind her, their limbs now entangling with the vast pile of scarves and heavy wool. ‘Stop talking.’ And with that he caught her lips in another searing kiss, hands dipping beneath the material of her sweater, hot fingertips blazing a trail until he found the cup of her bra; nothing special, just a T-shirt bra, and yet Henry couldn’t help but let out a hungered whine.

‘You wet for me?’ He whispered in question, pushing his groin into her hip, only to find something truly wet; a dog nose that was pressing in between his legs.

Phoebe gasped in shock, eyes widening at the intimate intruder. ‘KALLLL!! AAHHHHH!’

Kal huffed a gruff sniff before he pulled back and whined a little instead.

‘He needs a walk.’ Phoebe breathed, trying to calm the hot pink that was spreading over her cheeks.

‘He’ll have to wait a moment.’ Henry grumbled, pressing another fierce kiss on her lips as he picked her up, her legs now wrapping around his hip before he started to ascend the staircase next to the jackets. ‘There’s some pressing matters that FIRST need attending.’

‘At least open the backdoor.’ She breathed as he made it to the landing, her fingers grasping into his curls as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

‘Can’t it wait?’

‘Oh no. And neither can I. Now hurry.’

In a flurry of fast moving legs, Henry bolted downstairs, his hand flicking open the backdoor, which Kal eagerly pressed through to do his business, after which Henry clawed his way back up the stairs, feeling slightly out of breath before he got back in the bedroom, finding Phoebe hopping around in an attempt to get out of her jeans.

Henry smirked at the sight of her buttocks jiggling ever so slightly with every hop, his hands catching her hips as he used her awkward position to push his groin into her behind -  like the tease he was.

‘Hen!’ She whined, rolling her eyes at his antics. ‘A little help.’

She fell belly flat onto the bed as he did just that, his fingers freeing her from the obnoxious jeans, followed by the flimsy material of her cotton undies, leaving her in naught but her bra. Looking over her shoulder, cheeks burning red in a mix of arousal and embarrassment, she saw Henry quickly removing his shirt, hands fumbling with his belt which didn’t seem to co-operate.

‘C’mhere,’ Phoebe said, pushing up from the bed to make quick work of the metal and leather obstruction, her palm grazing eagerly over the bulge that stood proud beneath the roughness of his jeans. Looking up from the edge of the bed, her eyes met another pair of blown-out blacks, the both of them panting like they had just ran a marathon.

‘What do you like?’ Henry breathed.

‘Everything. Anything.’ Phoebe unclipped her bra and fell back onto the bed, begging him to crawl on top of her.

But he didn't. Instead he kneeled down on the floor, fingers racing up the insides of her thighs, eyes studying the smooth flesh that jittered beneath his fingertips, his tongue soon to follow, a hot slow pace dancing over her squirming legs.

Henry grinned into her response, her hands gripping for the sheets beneath her, eager little keens and moans escaping her begging lips.

Dipping in closer to her core, he spoke again: ‘And you like this?’ He pushed her legs over his shoulders before he delved in, a honey sweet tongue lapping at her petals.

‘Sto-stop -- HA -- talking.’ She squealed in delight as he made a good show of the things he hadn’t forgotten; he had always been a pleaser, his tongue and fingers alone making her ache for him at any time of the day. How she had missed him all these long months, fearing she’d never get to feel this again. 

‘Okay-okay. Get up here.’ She tugged at his curls.

Obediently he did just that, his large frame crawling atop her, jeans still clinging tightly around his arousal.

‘I want to feel you.’ She breathed, bending forward to undo his buttons, only to clash with Henry’s head as he wanted to do the exact same.

‘Ou-aa.’ Henry grabbed for his forehead, chuckling softly as Phoebe clasped her hand in front of her mouth.

‘OH I’m so sorry. I--’

Henry quickly kicked off his jeans and boxers, head shaking with mirth before he grabbed for her hand, removing it from her face. With his hungry gaze he begged for her attention, their eyes interlocking as he lowered himself on her, noses touching as he shimmied his hips a little, feeling the snugness of her legs wrapping around his hips.

‘Ready?’

Phoebe chuckled, pressing forward to kiss him. ‘Please.’ She whispered into his lips, giving him the one answer he needed before they renewed a union that once started all messy - grabby hands and smeared make-up in a bathroom stall at an after party.

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‘Oi! We’ve been in the line forever. Would you hurry!’ A fist knocked restlessly on the bathroom door, making two hot faces look up as they fumbled with their buttons and zippers after one very steamy little rendez-vous. 

Henry laughed and shook his head. ‘Now ..Bee, that was...’ 

‘Stop talking.’ Phoebe winked and turned around so he could fix up the long zipper that ran over the back of her silvery mid-length dress. 

With careful fingers, the alcohol making his head buzz, Henry tried his best to not catch any skin as he pulled up the zipper, his left hand pushing away the golden locks that cascaded casually over Phoebe’s shoulder. 

Letting out one more sigh he realised he might have just made a stupid mistake. They had so much fun tonight; from the moment her friend had dragged her through the door - his eye easily catching her, to now, here. Why was he so stupid-stupid-stupid not to wait a little? Be a gentleman. Wine and dine her? Be a ...

‘And: stop thinking.’ Phoebe turned on her high heels and winked at him. ‘I leave first, then you. You’ve got my number..but..don’t feel pressured if...’ A sudden shyness laced her last words as she noticed the slight red lip-shaped smudge of red she had left on his blouse.

Tell him? She pondered it for a moment, but then decided that she might as well leave a little gift for him, since he totally ruined her panties moments earlier. 

‘Ciao.’ She winked, unlocking the door and disappearing into the crowd. 

By the time Henry walked out of the bathroom stall, he was welcomed by some very unwelcome white flashes, eager paparazzi having somehow managed to get into the establishment, ruining what could have been such a good night. 

Again Henry cursed himself; he should have never, ever, ever..UGH.. - Stomping through the wall of photographers he looked out for the golden drop of hair that had lured him in only hours ago. But she was gone. And for a moment he wondered whether it was the alcohol or something else that made his stomach flutter like a butterfly had been caught in his chest. 

'Fuck.’ 

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Birds do it, bees do it

Even educated fleas do it

Let's do it, let's fall in..

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Chap 7 >

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[its-negans-lucille]

The Silent One - Part Twenty

THIS IS A REUPLOAD

You can find the other parts of this story and my Masterlist HERE!

Synopsis: Negan goes to Alexandria to ask some questions about the recent escapee and you have you second day on the fence. Ships: Negan x Reader (slow burn (duh)) Words: 1,479 Warnings: Curses, over use of the word ‘walkie’ Category: Angst

*** Reader POV ***

You had a large sniper rifle in your hands as you walked slowly up and down the section of fence that you were sworn to protect. You job down here was to take out the walkers that were pressing up against the fence or who had somehow gotten loose. It was dull work but you had wanted to get involved so here you were. You were also too stubborn to tell Negan that you found this work dull so you kept your mouth shut and got on with it.

You had been standing stationary for about five minutes, watched one particular walker who kept on snapping its teeth at you, desperately trying to get to you. Something silver close to the ground caught your eye. You snapped your head toward its source but you couldn’t see anything. You took a step close to the fence when you heard a loud voice call.

“I’m going to go and help some shit-wit a few towers away. If you need me just use the walkie!” Arat called as she stepped down from the dilapidated, wooden, tower where she had been previously observing you from. She tossed you a walkie-talkie which dropped on the floor in front of you a few feet away. You watched her until she had rounded a corner of the block of buildings called The Sanctuary.

You slung the gun over your shoulder as you crouched down to pick up the walkie. You turned it over a few times, learning the buttons and such when you heard a whisper. Something so quiet that you weren’t sure that you’d heard it at first. You slowly turned around, attaching the walkie-talkie to your belt and swinging your gun from over your shoulder.

You stood up straight and scanned the fence, your finger on the trigger of the sniper.

“Psst.” There it was again. You stepped toward the fence when you saw it. Standing there, covered from head to toe so that he was almost unrecognisable, was your best friend and your previous partner in crime, Jesus.

*** Negan POV ***

“Listen up fuckers!” Negan proclaimed loudly as he banged the butt end of Lucille on the side of one of the Alexandrian’s car. “Christ has escaped his tomb!” Negan said loudly, expecting down cast looks or possibly looks of joy but all he got was puzzlement. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fucking hell, I didn’t just kill a fucking puppy. I made a joke, now I know that’s a damn foreign concept to you people, but, fuck, c’mon.” Negan said in a disheartened tone. “What I’m trying to fucking say it your friend got out and now we’re here to search your town!” Negan smiled as his men that he had taken with him surged forward as one, going to go search the houses for any trace of Jesus.

“Rick, walk with me.” Negan commanded as he strode past Rick so that he had to catch up with him.

“We didn’t do anything.” Rick said in a solemn voice. This time with Negan was slowly wearing the bearded man down, he no longer put up a fight.

“Mhm. Well, we’ll see.” Negan shrugged as he stepped up onto Rick’s neat porch, a rocking chair slowly creaking back and forth in the breeze. “How about you invite me in for a drink? Eh, Rick? Man to man?” Negan said as he playfully punched Rick in the shoulder.

Rick gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, probably thinking about something that would definitely get everyone in this community killed. Rick obviously thought against his thoughts of caving in Negan’s frontal lobe as he stepped forward and opened the door, gesturing Negan inside.

Negan swiftly made himself comfortable by crossing the room and beginning to rummage in a few draws. He carried on doing this for quite some time before he stopped and let out an almost childlike, curious, gasp of excitement. Rick was hanging back, watching warily from the centre of the room, not even bothering to try and stop him from searching his home.

“What’s this?” Negan asked in a loud, charismatic tone as he turning over a walkie-talkie that once would’ve been a dark grey colour but now was covered in crayon marks and a few patches of glitter. “I didn’t really think this was your style, Rick.” Negan chuckled.

“Yeah.” Rick said in a low voice, his eyes darting nervously from Negan to the walkie in his hands, Negan took note of that. Rick stepped forward with his arm outstretched. “I’ll just have that back now…” Rick said in a low voice as he avoided eye contact with Negan.

“Now, Rick, you’re not hiding anything from me, right?” Negan asked as he took a step forward, entering Rick’s personal space. “Because, remember, I still have one hostage with the right number of functioning limbs.” Negan said in a low, dangerous voice.

“No, of course I’m not-” Rick started but he was cut off by Negan who pressed the button on the side of the bedazzled walkie-talkie and said:

“Any fuckers there? If you answer you get the grand prize of… Drumroll please…”

*** Reader POV ***

“Any fuckers there? If you answer you get the grand prize of… Drumroll please… Meeting my baby girl Lucille!” Proclaimed a crackly, blood chillingly familiar voice from where Jesus was standing on the other side of the fence. Negan was on the other end of Jesus’ line.

You shook your head incredulously.  

Swiftly, before any walkers could get to him, Jesus took out a knife and cleared out the dead in his immediate area so that he was free to talk to you without the imminent threat of death by disembowelment.

“Listen, I can explain.” Jesus began in a low, calming voice.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You hissed in a frustrated tone.

“What, not happy to see me?” Jesus asked with a cocked eyebrow. “Well, most of me.” He said with a wry smile as he pulled up one leg of his denim jeans to reveal a blade beneath it, much like the blades that runners use. “One of the guys at Alexandria had a niece with one leg and she liked track, she died when it all began and honestly he was happy to give it to me.” Jesus said as he dropped the leg of the jean.

“Jesus, you need to leave.” You said in a low voice. “Please.” You implored, constantly looking over your shoulder as Arat could get here at any second.

“I will, I will. After I give you this,” he fished out a walkie-talkie from his pocket and pushed it through the fence. “So me and Rick can talk to you form Alexandria.” He smiled.

“Wait, so you’re not here to … to rescue me?” You asked in a suspicious voice. Jesus’ face fell as he shook his head.

“I’m sorry.” Jesus said in a low voice. “We’re trying our hardest to get enough supplies for the Saviours and that doesn’t leave much time for…  for…”

“For me.” You finished, your face downcast.

“Listen, I’m really sorry.” Jesus said with a sigh. “We’ll get you out, I promise. One way or another. Even if we have to kill Negan.”

You felt your stomach drop. “Kill him? Isn’t that a little. . . extreme?” You asked, trying to sound tentative and nonchalant but you ended up sounding worried.

“I don’t have a leg, (Y/N).” Jesus said in a flat voice.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” You said absently, thoughts racing through your head “I have to go, I’m really sorry. We’ll walkie you every other night at twelve.” Jesus said, already backing away from you.

“Morning.” You said in a low voice.

“Morning?” Jesus asked, bemused.

“Negan is never up before ten o’clock. Walkie me at seven.” You said. You saw Jesus give a curt nod.

“Take care of yourself.” Jesus said as he back away, trying to keep away from the Walkers.

“I always do.” You shrugged, not entirely believing it.

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Thank you all so much for reading and bearing with me. I’ve been sick over the past few days and before that school just hadn’t been good and I was having a hard time. So thank you again for baring with me! Thank you so much for reading! Have a lovely day

@negans-network

[justmorefandomtrash]

Discovering Who I Am - Minami Week entry 1

Prompt: Friends/Rivals

(AO3 link coming asap)

Ft. Discovering oneself, genderfluid Minami, supportive friends and advice from fellow skaters with similar experiences. Also Minami trys to call out Phichit about his crush on a certain Korean…

This is, although part of Minami week, a continuation of a series of mine on AO3.

I believe that this under a divider thing purely for its length (I hope I did it right, I’ve never done it before)

M: Hey… P: You okay? M: No. P: Eh? Tell me! M: Skype? With you + Ji… P: Sure! 1 no M: Okay.

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“Minami! Turn on your screen!”

“Yo!”

“No one says that anymore dude.”

“Well I do!”

As the pair of them bickered, he shuffled around awkwardly on his blanket pile. Sure, it was an ordinary occurrence for the two of them, but this wasn’t an ordinary conversation for them.

There was a pile of used tissues in the bin and he knew for certain, even without looking in the mirror, that his face was tear stained. Not that he’d be able to see anyway, what with the only light in the room coming from his laptop.

“Hey Minami… Are you okay there? You’re not speaking to us and you sounded rather sad in your texts.”

Phichit and Ji were concerned.

Of course they were.

“Y-yeah it was nothing I’m sorry for bothering you.”

His voice cracked slightly and he winced, pulling his blankets around him closer.

“Minami… Put on your webcam please?” Ji pleaded, tilting his head to one side on the grainy screen.

With shaking hands, he stretched out and clicked the camera on, settling back and burying his hands into his pile of blankets. God… He looked a mess on the screen, hair stuck up in random directions, a baggy T-shirt and shorts and a pile of random blankets. He looked washed out in the light.

“Mini! Have you eaten? Have you drank anything? When was the last time you slept?”

He flinched at the barrage of questions, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the others. There were times where he despised his body, especially now when it gave away his innermost thoughts.

“What’s bothering you?” Phichit, for all his enthusiasm and never ending energy, was calmingin in a way that many weren’t, many couldn’t be.

“I-I… I don’t know how to explain it… Um… Have you ever, like, met anyone who doesn’t fit in with the typical gender categories?”

“Gender’s a social concept to be truthful, and a pretty ridiculous one at that. Some people fit into the binary, others fall onto a spectrum whilst others fall outside it in terms of their identity.” With a smile, Ji counted off the points, Phichit nodding in agreement.

It felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders at this point. Phichit and Ji knew information that would be useful to him. Would they understand though?

“So… What if I told you that there are times where… It doesn’t feel right? As in, my body doesn’t feel right, it feels too flat or too heavy or too sculpted.” He was rambling now, everything spilling out to two of his closest friends.

“Leo might be better for this sort of thing but they’re not here right now, so I’ll do my best. What you’re saying is that there are days where you’re fine in your body and other days you hate it?”

“Yeah… Like I want to tear my skin to shreads and crawl up into a ball and not do anything. Not even eat or drink, which is ridiculous because I know that I have to.” He pauses for a moment, cocking his head to the side in thought. ��Is that strange? I feel like is.”

“Nope. Yuuri described feeling similar, though perhaps not quite as intense when she was with me in Detroit.”

“She?” He winced at his tone, not intending to sound accusatory. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like that.”

“No worries! She’s okay with other skaters knowing her pronouns and that and we were skyping, would it be early morning in Russia? Anyway, we were skyping today when she declared it a femme day.” With a smile, he rapidly pulled out his phone and began tapping away, most likely a text to Yuuri.

“Leo’s described something similar too, but only on their worst days. It’s why their nails are so short, just in case.” A fond look came over Ji’s face as he though about Leo, jumping as their voice echoed through the house as the door opened.

“In the bedroom skyping Phi and Mini!”

A quiet response left Ji blushing and burying his face in his hands, much to Phichit’s amusement. He managed a small smile, not quite sure if it was convincing or not.

“Oh my god… They’re so cheesy.”

Phichit giggled at Ji’s blush and dreamy smile, fanning his face.

“What about you Seung huh? You two are just as bad!”

“Are not!”

“Are too!”

“Are not!”

“Are t- ah, sorry sunshine! We’ll keep it down. Shhh Phi, let’s not get distracted now from the point of this call. We’re here to help Mini.” He tugged the blankets back onto his shoulders as the attention focused back on him.

“Are there days were you feel more feminine?” Considering the question, he nodded.

“There are days where I feel masculine, days where I feel both and days where I feel like neither. Are you… Are you saying that there’s a name for it?” It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t excited at the prospect of finding a label and not feeling so…

Out of place.

Phichit scrambled around on his bed, muttering in Thai under his breath. Holding his phone up in triumph, he squinted briefly as it illuminated his face.

“Yuuri reckons that it would be called x-gender in Japan, but what’s the European term?”

“Nonbinary?”

“No no, not quite. That’s completely outside of the binary, no, oh god there was someone in our college…” Phichit threw himself backwards onto his bed with a dramatic groan.

“You mean genderfluid? That seems to be the closest to what you’re looking for.” The trio jumped at the new voice, Ji shrieking as Leo sat down onto the bed next to him. They chuckled and pressed a kiss to his forehead before turning to face the laptop.

“Genderfluid is the term for someone who’s gender identity spans the entire gender spectrum. Have you thought about pronouns yet?”

“Pronouns?”

His question was echoed by Phichit who looked incredibly confused at this point, probably because he’d been texting again and not following the conversation.

“Some people when they figure out their identity use different pronouns for themselves, like I did. I changed to using gender neutral pronouns, and Yuuri uses a range don’t they?”

“Yeah she does. I understand now, i just lost track of the conversation. Yuuri’s sent me a screenshot of a table of gender neutral pronouns, do you want me to forward it to you later to look over?” With a gentle smile, he held up his phone. On it was a series of texts from Yuuri, all containing advice for Phichit to pass on.

“Tell her thank you from me please. I… I don’t mind if you use my name.”

The conversation quickly dissolved into giggles and lighter topics, agreeing to refer to him by his current pronouns until he’d found a set he was comfortable with.

By the time he’d exited the Skype call and settled down to sleep, they’d made plans to meet up and go shopping the next week.

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Over the course of the week, Minami had done several things.

They’d tried refering to themselves with different pronouns from the table Phichit had forwarded to them, eventually settling when they couldn’t pronounce half of them (yet).

They’d managed to successfully send an email to the one and only Katsuki Yuuri who just so happened to be their idol, and had maintained a conversation with them.

Finally, they’d come out to their brother (admittedly over Skype but it counted) who’d in turn come out as bisexual. After much deliberation between the two of them, they’d come to the conclusion that they were probably pansexual considering how they fell in love with anyone and everyone who was their type.

It had been a tiring week.

And now they were stood in front of the mirror and wishing their chest wasn’t so flat. It was frustrating, this detachment from their own body. With a groan, they tugged on a Pusheen T-shirt (the only feminine one they had at that moment but it would do, and it seemed to calm the agitation in their chest) and black skinny jeans before turning back to the mirror. Patting their butt in quiet delight, they winked and laughed as they watched their reflection mimick them. A notification startled them and they dived onto their bed, snatching their phone up and frowning at the unknown number.

U: Hey there M: Who is this? U: Oh u don’t have my number? U: this is Chris M: As in the Swiss guy? U: Giacometti to u! M: Hold on let me rename you M: Done C: I won’t keep u long because I heard u were going out but I wanted 2 tell u that I hope u find something u feel good in today M: Thanks C: Let me know if there’s anything I can get for u C: Now go shop u beautiful human being!

Chuckling, they threw their phone down and pulled on their socks, quickly followed by a pair of black converse. It wouldn’t take long for Phichit to pick them up from the hotel, then only a short time more for them to meet with the others at the mall. It had been a bit of a pain to get tickets from Japan at such short notice but they were nothing but resourceful. Snatching up their pastel backpack, they slipped their phone into their back pocket and checked that they’d got everything they needed for the day.

“Phone, wallet, jacket in case it rains, drink… Keys! Keys! How the hell am I supposed to lock the room up if I don’t have my keys?” Huffing in annoyance, their eyes swept over the room until they caught the shine of the keys on the desk in the corner. Triumphantly, they skipped over and swung their backpack onto their shoulders, picking them up and glancing around the room once more. Deciding that they didn’t need anything else, they opened the door, smiling at the other patrons and locking the door behind them. Pulling their phone out, they sent a quick text to Phichit.

M: I’m on my way down now :D P: Almost there, see u soon :p

Laughing, they slipped their phone into their back pocket and walked into the lift, thanking the teen already inside for holding it. Settling against the side, they felt the familiar lurch of the lift going down.

“Excuse me…” They jumped, turning to face the person opposite them.

“Yes?”

“I-I didn’t mean to startle you! Sorry…”

“It’s okay,” with a bright smile they checked the floor number, “I guess I was lost in thought. How can I help?”

“I was wondering, are you Kenjirou Minami? As in, the Japanese figure skater?”

Their eyes widened in surprise at being recognised before they nodded. It wasn’t often that fans approached them, startling them every time one did.

“Ah! I’m a huge fan! Your skating is amazing a-and oh god people always say that I’m too over the top at times, I hope I’m not being too invasive.”

“No no, it’s perfectly fine. You… You like my skating?”

“Yes! My friends and I sometimes try to recreate your routines but we can never replicate your energy.” They paused for a moment, nervously fidgeting with their phone. “Could I please possibly have a photo with you? I wouldn’t post it without your permission of course, it’s just, it’s always been a dream of mine to meet you.”

The hopefulness in their eyes reminded them of back when they were a huge fan of Yuuri, back before they’d made their acquaintance and realised that the person behind the skating was much more human than they could ever have dared to hope. Much more amazing as a person too.

“Sure, as long as I can take one too. That okay?”

“Yes, yes, perfectly okay with me!”

With a smile, they pulled out their phone again, opening up the camera app. After a couple of photos, the door opened on the fan’s floor and they jumped out, promising to tag them before they were separated by the lift door. Their last glimpse of the fan was them being swept along by people they guessed were their friends, all jumping around in delight. Giggling, they stepped out into the lobby on the floor below, waving to Phichit who waved back enthusiastically.

“Yoohoo! The others are almost there, let’s go your majesty!”

“Your majesty?” The confusion must have been obvious, even to Phichit who was dragging them through the crowds that had gathered.

“One time someone was being a dick to Yuuri about what pronouns he used and he snapped, turning around and yelling ‘your majesty to you peasant’. I wish I’d got it on camera to be honest. Oh, he wishes you good luck by the way and sends his apologies for not being here with us.”

“Oh…”

As they let Phichit’s words sink in, they peered over his shoulder at his phone.

Seung-gil Lee huh?

“Texting your boyfriend are we?”

Phichit shrieked, throwing his phone into the air before scrambling to catch it. They laughed in amusement as he clutched his phone to his chest, denying everything.

“N-no, we’re not dating! We just swapped numbers at Worlds last season!”

“Uh huh… The blush gives you away Phichit.”

“Gives what away?”

They both screamed as someone spoke behind them, spinning to be greeted by a grinning Leo and Ji.

“Oh you know, just talking about Phichit’s crush on S-”

A hand cut them off, Phichit denying anything and everything. The amused chuckles from the duo told them that they didn’t believe Phichit. Everyone in their little group knew about Phichit’s crush on Seung-gil Lee, the one and only Korean skater (at least, the only one they’d talked to).

“Come on, I need a new skirt today! And we need to find something for Minami.” Leo whined, tugging on Ji’s arm.

Sometimes it was difficult to remember who was the older out of the two.

They let themselves be dragged along, eyes wandering around the mall as the others chattered. They’d never really let themselves even consider looking at 'female’ clothes before and now it was strangely satisfying to note the larger range available to them.

“We’ll start small, one shop to begin with and if we don’t all find something we’ll look at another. Is that okay with you Minami?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

Looking up, they were greeted with cheerful smiles all round, and an outstretched hand from Leo.

“Ready?”

Nodding, they took their first steps into the store, a cheery shop assistant bounding over to help.

“Good morning! Leo, Ji, great to see you again. And you two, this is your first time here? Name’s Mina, she/her pronouns please and you?” She looked at them expectantly, almost blinding them with her dazzling smile.

“Minami, they/them pronouns please.”

“Name’s Phichit, he/him pronouns please.”

“Great to meet you all,” and it sounds like she genuinely means it too, “Is there anything I can assist you with today?”

They look to Leo for support, who smiles and nods their head, Phichit shaking his and wandering off the the makeup section.

“A-ah… I’m looking for something feminine. Like a skirt or something.” They sigh in relief, the words easier to say than they originally thought.

“Sure. I have a couple you can try out. Just give me a moment to get them.”

She bustled away, humming a happy tune. Ji squeezed Leo’s hand and whispered in their ear. He smiled, before making his way towards the shoes, muttering about needing a new pair of heels.

“Excited?”

They jumped, barely acknowledging Leo’s question.

“I was when JJ brought me here to buy my first skirt. I don’t think I could have chosen a better person to come with at the time. Who knew JJ had such a good fashion sense?”

Giggling, Leo started flicking through the skirts on the railings, folding a couple over their arm.

“When you try on your’s, I’ll try on mine as well, make you feel better yeah?”

“Yeah, that would be nice.” Leo’s smile made all their worries fade away, even as they were handed a selection of skirts by the assistant and guided to the changing rooms.

Smiling nervously, they stepped inside and shut the curtains, hanging the skirts up. The selection looked like they had been chosen to match their Pusheen t-shirt, something that made them smile. Slipping their shoes off, they wiggled out of their jeans and pushed them to one side. Taking a deep breath, they flicked through the skirts, settling on a black skater skirt. Unhooking it from the hanger, they held it against themselves and looked in the mirror.

They looked beautiful.

With great care, they stepped into the skirt and pulled it up to rest on their hips. Staring at the mirror, they wiggle their hips, smiling in delight as the skirt swishes around their thighs.

Their thighs look beautiful in the skirt.

Leaning over their shoulder, they pat their butt again.

“Damn… I look good in a skirt. Hey Leo! Can I show you the skirt?”

“Sure.”

They hear the curtain of the room next door open and they peek out, waving to Leo.

“Ready?” They don’t think they can stop smiling at this point.

The skirt feels right in a way little else has felt before.

Pushing the curtain aside, they stepped out, watching their face carefully.

“Ji! Phichit! Come look at how pretty Minami looks!”

Preening at the praise, they spun on the spot, laughing as it spun out into a circle. The others came over, both holding various bags. One moment, they’re looking over them approvingly, the next they find themselves enveloped by several pairs of arms.

“You look beautiful Minami. Don’t let anyone tell you any different.”

—

@ken_Minami Thanks for the great day guys! I couldn’t ask for better friends

@no1minamifan Thank you @ken_Minami for the photos today! Best idol ever!

@ken_Minami @no1minamifan It was wonderful meeting you too!

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A Summer Away - Chapter Five

The sound of the phone ringing on the other side of the receiver met her ear.

“Walz!”

Camila smiled at the sound of Dinah’s voice, but not before tearing the phone away from her ear at the loudness of her best friend’s scream.

“Hey, how is it going?”

“I freaking miss you!” Dinah exclaimed. “Besides that, nothing. I swear, things got a lot more boring here once you left.”

Camila couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, I’m sure that is not the case. You just have to go out more! How’s work?”

“Eh, it’s work. Going out every day, capturing new photos of things here and there for the gallery, publishing works in the magazine. The normal everyday shit.” Dinah explained. “But the question is; how is everything going with you? How is Ohio?”

“It’s great down here. Grandma is doing well, Lauren is wonderful, and there is this new horse. Oh my gosh, Dinah. He is so beautiful!” Camila screamed excitedly into the phone.

“Hmm great. The horse is good looking.” Dinah said with an uninterested tone, which made Camila roll her eyes. Dinah was never one to be with the horses. “Now, what was that before you talked about the horse?”

Camila paused and cursed herself. She thought she would be able to get away with it but Dinah was always catching onto things like that.

“Something about a Lauren?” Dinah questioned. “Who is Lauren?”

“Just someone that works here as a stable hand.” She tried to say nonchalantly.

“Pretty wonderful though, right?” The Polynesian teased. After a moment of silence on both ends of the call, she started laughing. “Oh, how I love messing with you. Here’s the thing, I’m glad that you called because I’m hoping to come and visit you within the next few weeks. I’ll just have to work some things out with my boss before I make any set plans.”

Camila stood up, unable to contain her excitement. “Come here? To Ohio?”

“Well, duh. Where else, stupid?” Dinah teased. “I may even be able to convince them that it could possibly be for work.”

“How are you going to be able to do that?”

“I’ll just tell them it’s an opportunity to go out and see new places, which really isn’t a lie. I haven’t been to Ohio before. All I will have to do is get some good shots for the company and I’ll be golden. I may even be able to convince them to fund me for the trip.”

Camila chuckled, “You sly dog but very smart. Never thought you would have it in you.” She teased.

“Hey, you may be hundreds of miles away but I can still kick your ass!”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Bet.” Dinah giggled out. “Hey, so how is the record label? Have you heard from management since you’ve been gone?”

“Yeah, Paul emailed me the other day.” Camila sighed. “It’s not going so well though. They are being difficult as always and not allowing me to have creative control on my music. Paul is fighting for it though.”

Dinah hummed into the phone.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. I just got an idea.”

Camila sat up, “What is it?”

“The magazine can do an interview of you. I’m not a publisher but I can be the photographer while they can send in questions and you can answer them. It can clear up some of this mess you are in and plus you can explain a few things to the fans. It will keep your name talking, inform your fans of what you are planning to do, and plus it will be coverage for my job.” Dinah explained.

“You. Are. The. Best.” Camila pronounced each word clearly. “That is a pretty smart idea. Again, never thought you would have it in you.”

“Oh, that’s it!” Dinah yelled jokingly into the phone.

The two girls shared a laugh before Camila heard her best friend yawn into the receiver.

“Hey, so since you aren’t in a totally different time zone, you are completely aware that you are disrupting my beauty sleep, right?” Dinah said tiredly.

“Yeah, I apologize. You really need that.” Camila teased.

“Okay! I’ve had enough of your games! I’m going to beat-“

“Goodnight, Dinah! Love you!” Camila said quickly, before hanging up the phone. “You crazy asshole.”

*****

The next morning, Camila woke to the sun shining brightly from her window and onto her face. She groaned as she rolled over, turning on her phone that charged on the nightstand next to her bed frame.

7:27 am.

“It should be illegal to wake up to such early hours. It’s practically the middle of the night.” She muttered to herself as she rolled out of bed to get ready for the day.

It wasn’t like she didn’t wake up to such hours when she was touring and promoting her albums. In fact, she woke up some days even earlier. Then, she would have to factor in the jet lag and whichever time zone she was currently in into it. Especially, if she was traveling internationally.

It was just worse now that she’s sort of taking a break and it is like her body senses that and suddenly wants to shut down and catch up on all the hours of sleep she never got over the many years she has been in this industry thus far.

As she got ready, she checked her emails with the slight hope that she heard back from Paul about her label. Her shoulders sunk as she read through spam and some emails from friends and their labels asking to work together sometime in the future. She sighed as she had to turn down the offers, not knowing how things are going to turn out with her label and if she is going to get the opportunity to create her own songs she wishes for.

Walking down the stairs, she smelled the cooking of her favorite breakfast meal.

Pancakes.

She smiled at the thought of Lauren at the stove, wearing the slightly dirty white cooking apron, and cooking her most beloved breakfast dish in the world. Her stomach twisted in ways that were more than just the usual hunger feeling she got in the morning, or anytime for that matter.

As she walked into the kitchen and looked around, her smile faded.

Lauren wasn’t anywhere in sight. Instead, her grandmother was the one at the stove currently pouring some more batter into the pan. Next to her on the counter stood a large pile of pancakes on a massive dish, cooling down and ready to be eaten.

At the sound of her entrance, her grandmother looked up at the doorway and smiled when she saw her granddaughter awake and downstairs.

“Why good morning darling.” She smiled brightly. “I figured I would make breakfast this morning. I was in the cooking mood.”

“That’s wonderful grandma.” She said. “But, where is Lauren?”

The elder woman chuckled, “I figured you would ask that. She is down at the barn checking in on the new stallion real quick before breakfast.” She paused. “Why don’t you go down there and see what she’s up to? Try to hurry her up and get her butt down here before she goes off and starts training. Tell her it’s grandma’s orders to come in and get a good healthy breakfast before going off for the day.”

Camila chuckled, “Of course. I’ll go get her.”

She walked out onto the porch and was immediately met with a white range rover that hasn’t been there before. Her eyebrows furrowed at the new vehicle and wondered who’s it could be. Shrugging it off, for now, she quickened her step to the stables and once she heard voices by one of the barn doors, she smiled.

She was about to enter when she suddenly heard her name.

“I don’t believe it. The Camila Cabello is here? At these stables? Why?”

She stayed behind the barn door, hiding from being caught eavesdropping on a conversation she obviously wasn’t a part of. She became even more confused though as she didn’t recognize the voice that she heard.

“She is going through some things and her grandmother is my boss, so it just fits the picture.”

Lauren.

“And c'mon, have you really not realized that they share the same last name?” She questioned.

“Hey, there could’ve been no relation at all. ‘Cabello’ could be a common name.” She heard the voice again. It was soft and warm, almost calming.

“No.” She heard Lauren flat out say. “That wasn’t believable one bit.”

“Eh, I tried.” They shared a laugh before the calm voice spoke again. “So, when do I get to meet her?”

Camila froze in her spot as she thought about her next plan of action. Should she turn around and go back up towards the house or pop in and say hello? Her body shuddered at that second thought. She was never good with confrontations.

“Aren’t you coming in for breakfast? She should be awake by now and Ms. Cabello is probably almost done cooking. Knowing her, she’s probably wanting my ass in that house eating We can head up there now if you want.” Lauren offered.

Stepping back a few feet, she stood up straight and began walking towards the doors like she wasn’t there just a few seconds ago.

Lauren saw the movement out of the corner of her eye and looked up at the barn door, smiling at who she saw walk in.

“In fact, you can meet her now,” Lauren said, pointing to Camila as she gestured over to the woman standing next to her.

The stranger turned around briskly, making Camila look fully at who Lauren was talking with just moments prior.

The dark-skinned woman in front of her was lean, yet muscled in all the right areas. The jeans she wore were skin-tight, displaying her thick toned thighs and defined calves. On her feet, she wore brown cowboy boots with red designs which matched her red flannel she wore on top. Her dark hair was healthy and hung down the sides of her head which framed her flawless face perfectly. Her teeth dazzled brightly as she smiled at her while her warm chocolate eyes invited her in.

“Hi, I’m Normani.” She stuck out her hand to shake hers, which Camila took.

You can tell a lot about a person just from their handshake. A limp noodle seems to appear weak while an overbearing one makes one wonder why are you trying to overcompensate so much. Over the years of being in the industry, Camila has learned how to read a person’s handshake because of how many important meetings and people she has met, whether it be dealing with the label, a tour, or another representative. She has had her great deal of handshakes and this one was beyond stellar.

Normani kept eye contact as she had a firm, yet not too harsh grip on her hand. They shook for the few seconds all while keeping precise eyes contact. And smiling. Couldn’t forget the dazzling smile in front of her.

“I’m Camila. It’s nice to meet you Normani.”

Normani walked over to Lauren and swung her arm around her shoulders, “Lauren, here, told me all about you and how you are staying here for a few months.” The statement made Lauren’s cheeks turn a slight shade of pink as she tried to deny the fact that she really did tell her best friend all about the gorgeous pop star that was staying here.

“Now, as much as I would like to stay here and watch over my Lauren all the time, I’m working down at Ally’s diner a lot during the summer and don’t have time to make sure this one doesn’t get into any trouble.” Normani teased.

Camila smiled at the two and the type of relationship the two shared reminded her of what she has with Dinah.

“I get what you are trying to say,” Camila intervened, hoping to save some embarrassment for the poor stable hand. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“That would be very much appreciated. Can’t have my best friend running into all sorts of trouble while I can’t be here to be in the trouble with her. There’s no fun in that.”

The three girls shared a laugh while Lauren shrugged Normani off playfully.

“Lauren, I did come down here to tell you that Grandma is about finished making breakfast and that she wants you in there pronto eating a healthy delicious meal before starting your hard day’s work.” Camila playfully informed.

Lauren looked over towards Normani, “What did I say? Ms. Cabello always makes sure that I eat a good meal before I start working.”

The three girls left the stables and walked into the house. Normani greeted grandma which the elder woman was happy to see the young woman again and the four of them sat down at the table for breakfast.

“Thank you, Ms. Cabello, for this delicious meal. Your cooking is always on point.” Normani politely thanked.

“Of course. It’s no problem at all. In fact, it’s Camila’s favorite meal.” She pointed to her granddaughter that was sitting next to her. “I’m sure you heard of her staying with us for a few months this summer.”

Norman smiled. “Oh yes, I’ve heard all about it from Lauren right here.” She pointed to her best friend who was sitting next to her, now sporting red blushing cheeks. “She wouldn’t stop talking about her. Camila this. Camila that.”

The pop star giggled to herself as she saw Lauren mumble something underneath her breath at Normani, who laughed.

“You would really like my best friend, Dinah,” Camila spoke up. “I gotta get you to meet her. You and her are the same person.”

“Oh please don’t.” Lauren laughed. “Having Normani around here is enough strain.”

“I’m going to ignore that last comment and talk to someone who actually appreciates me.” Normani turned towards Camila with a big grin. “So, who is Dinah?”

“She’s my best friend and works as a photographer for an upcoming publishing agency in New York. She may be coming here to visit if that is okay with you grandma?” She turned to look at the older woman watching them from the end of the table.

“Of course that is alright with me. The more the merrier. Plus, I would like to meet this best friend of yours.”

“I think I know who you are talking about. I’ve seen her with you in a few news articles. The blonde, right? She’s beautiful.”

Lauren took this time to speak up, “Oh, I know what you are thinking. Don’t start dropping the panties. The girl isn’t even here yet!”

Camila spat out the milk she was drinking and coughed to prevent her from choking.

“Lauren!” Ms. Cabello yelled out surprised. “Let Normani meet her before he even starts thinking about that.”

This time Lauren had to prevent herself from choking as she couldn’t control her laughter. Normani couldn’t help but laugh either but didn’t stop herself from smacking Lauren on the arm.

“You asshole.” She got up from her seat and took her dishes to the sink to wash them. Once she finished, she came back still with a smile on her face and shaking her head. “I have to head into work but thank you, Ms. Cabello, for the delicious meal.”: She turned to look at Camila, “It was a pleasure meeting you and make sure you keep a hold on this one over here.” She pointed to a red-faced Lauren who was still holding in her laughter.

Camila chuckled. “Of course. I’ll try my best.”

Normani grabbed her phone and keys from the front table and with a final goodbye, she left. Shortly after, Lauren and Camila started cleaning up the breakfast mess as Ms. Cabello went to go tend to her garden out back.

Once they were finished, Lauren led to go finish the barn chores for that morning while Camila stayed back and decided to explore the house. Over the past week, she hasn’t been given the chance to and she’s been dying to know what is in this huge house.

She walked past the stairs and found her way into the dining room. Inside housed a larger table with chairs than the kitchen table they usually sit at for meals. On the walls, hung dozens of picture frames. Walking up to one, she looked at it.

It was her.

Years ago in the arms of her father. Her mother was right next to him, holding her stomach which was protruding out significantly. She was pregnant with Sofi at the time. Her grandmother and grandfather, who passed away years ago due to a heart attack stood next to her father.

Behind them, was the big white house she was in right now. They were right in the front yard.

She smiled at the picture before moving onto the next one.

It was her again. This time she was smiling brightly at whoever was taking the picture and holding the same small acoustic guitar she still had upstairs in her room. But in this picture, it looked brand new. It must have been when she first got it and what started her love of singing and writing music.

The next photo was of her and Sofi years ago at the Kids Choice Awards. Camila invited her to be her date and the little girl was thrilled. She held an orange blimp in one hand as she was kneeling down, kissing her little sister on the cheek. This was when she won Best New Artist and it was one of her first awards she ever won.

Her heart clenched at the thought of her sister. That’s it. Once she gets back into the groove of things with her career, she’s going to see a lot more of her. Things have to change and this was definitely one of them.

She went to go look at the other photos when something else caught her eye.

The piano.

Walking up towards it, she ran her hand on top of the wood. It was extremely dusty and looks like it hasn’t been played in years. She sat down on the bench and lifted the wooden fall board that protected the keys.

Sitting up and adjusting her hands, she hesitated. She hasn’t played in what seems like forever. The record label wasn’t too keen on her playing it. She wanted to get to the point of playing it onstage for performances and let the audience feel what she felt in her music but they didn’t like that.

It was the EDM tracks, the dancing, the outfits. All of that sells, according to the label and that is what she had to do. She didn’t have any other option and she hated it.

Her fingers rested on the keys lightly as she started playing a few notes from one of the songs she secretly wrote a long time ago. The piano was out of tune and some keys were broken but she kept playing and playing until a voice brought her back to reality.

“I was wondering when you were going to find it.”

Camila turned around at the voice that startled her.

Lauren.

She was leaning up against the doorway with crossed arms, watching her.

“It’s beautiful. Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

Lauren shrugged as she pushed herself off the wall and walked towards her.

“I wanted you to find it yourself. No one should force you to play. No one should force you to do anything really. If you wanted to play piano, I wanted you to find it and play it yourself. That’s what you should do.”

Camila looked up at her bewilderedly, catching the hints she was giving. “How did you know I was having trouble with my music?”

“Your grandma told me the other day. Yes, I would’ve rather heard it from you of course but it’s still important.”

Camila looked down. “Yeah, I know. It’s a huge mess.”

Lauren sat down next to her on the bench. “Do you want to talk about it?”

The younger girl shook her head, “Not right now.”

Lauren shrugged, “That’s fine. Talk when you want to talk.” She then turned her attention to the piano in front of her. “You may have heard it but it’s broken.”

Camila laughed, “Oh yeah definitely.”

“This old thing needs a little more than just a little TLC to get it playing again,” Lauren mentioned, rubbing the wood with her hand. She took her hand back and looked at the amount of dust that collected on her palm.

“And a nice good cleaning would do it some good too.” Lauren made a funny face which made the pop star giggle. Lauren gave her a charming smile, happy that she was able to make her laugh.

“You know,” Lauren started. “I have never played the piano.”

Camila looked over shocked, “Never?”

Lauren shook her head. “I always wanted to learn ever since a young age but never got around to it.”

Camila smiled, “I learned when I was young but I don’t do it much anymore.” She trailed off but suddenly an idea popped into her head. “Hey, why don’t I teach you?”

“Teach me?” Lauren asked confused. “To play the piano?”

Camila nodded her head excitedly as Lauren’s eyes got wide.

“Oh no, you don’t have to. I was just saying-“

“And I was just saying, that I can teach you! Well, once the piano gets fixed. It will be fun!” Camila interrupted with a smile on her face and a little pep in her step.

Lauren just looked at her. The way she explained it with the smile on her face and the excited demeanor she exhibited, she couldn’t say no.

“I guess so.” Lauren trailed off, making Camila even more excited that she already was. Lauren smiled at how happy she made the small brunette.

Suddenly, she stood up and offered her hand to Camila, to which the pop star looked confusingly at.

Lauren chuckled, “I just want to show you something.”

Camila grabbed onto the gentle hand and followed Lauren through the house and out the front door. As they were walking across the front lawn, Camila felt their fingers interlock which made her stomach erupt in numerous butterflies. She didn’t try to focus on that though as she was more worried about where Lauren was taking her.

“Here,” Lauren said as she stopped them right in front of the paddock holding the wild stallion.

Camila looked at her confused. “You brought me to the paddock?” She asked with a slightly teasing smile.

Lauren looked over, “There’s more. Look.” She pointed to the wild stallion who was peacefully grazing in the middle of the grassy field. “He’s calmed down.”

“Yeah,” Camila said slowly, still confused.

Lauren laughed at her expression, “I want to start training him-“

“That’s great!”

“-and I want you to help.” Lauren finished.

Camila froze. She didn’t know one thing about training a horse.

“But Lauren, I can’t do that. I’ve never trained a horse in my life.”

“So?” Lauren shrugged her shoulders. “Why not start now?”

Camila looked over at the black stallion that continued grazing. “But won’t it be dangerous?” She could’ve sworn she heard her grandmother say once for Lauren to be careful about training this one.

Lauren shrugged once again, “Yeah it could potentially be dangerous but I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Her emerald eyes gazed deeply into her own, making it hard for Camila to look away. She thought about it for a moment and slowly nodded her head.

“I guess so,” Camila said slowly, making Lauren do a fist pump in the air. “When do we start?”

“Now.”

A/N: Chapter five is here! Sorry for the wait. I’m in NY for a family thing and haven’t gotten around to updating. Hope you guys liked it and if you have any comments, suggestions, etc. please let them be heard. Have a good day/night!

This can also be found on my wattpad: beyxnd-the-stars

- Sara

[diaryofakasiehousewife-blog]

Before the marriage

Insert 3 You know you come to a point in your life where you just want to get past some things and just move on! There are those people you just wish you would never have to meet again in your life. And then boom, they just right there in your face. This is exactly what was happening to me on that perfectly planned girls night out. This ever handsome fine Kabo just appeared like ghost in front of me. Well i hope he just came to say hi and leave because tonight i just want to have a blast, i dont want hawks and old flings crowding me. I came here to get drunk and get laid. And not laid by some Tswana guy from Mabopane, tonight im looking for a good dick, a lethal weapon, a black something with muscles. Akere there is a say that Tswana guys aint gifted in the dick department. And yes i have had my share of badluck when it comes to Tswana dicks. Probably because Im Tswana and i grew up in a Tswana infested area of Brits. Home is Letlhabile by the way...surprised? Don't be. So yeah, yeah! Its rare to find an anaconda dick that side. Lol haha, anyway "My long lost Tumi, finally! We meet again." Said this Kabo guy to me "Small world hey." I added Now where are those girls now? I could use some back up "Hey, go byang?" I asked Kabo (hey how are you) with that fake smile you pull when you get pulled over by metro police o sa tshwara license. "Eh T-bos, ke ene ngwano ntse ke go chaela ka ene," (eh T-bos this is the chick i was telling you about) talking to the guy he was with "Oh, the Tumi chick? The one a go tshwarisitseng letlapa for ntwana ele ya mopedi?" (Oh, the Tumi chick, the one who stood you up for that Pedi boy) Like really? Really? Yes my Thabo was pedi but, really now! Go ne how do they even know he was Pedi. "Hahahahaaha very funny Kabo, nice seeing you again" "Anyway this is my friend T-bose, T-bose this is Tumi from Letlhabile" Kabo introduced his friend to me. "So what brings you to house 22 my love, wheres the pedi dude?" "Firstly im not alone, and secondly stop calling him pedi dude, his name is Thabo." Just then my girlfriends came back. I couldnt be more relieved to see them "Sorry sorry, coming thru." Shouted Karabo as she pushed her way through between Kabo and his friend. "This ice bucket ya imela," (this ice bucket is too heavy) she said as she put the ice bucket on the table infront of me. By the way my friends ke Karabo, the short chubby yellow bone chick also from Letlhabile. She and i been friends for almost all our lifes, we from the same kasie and we went to high school together! Shes the very energetic and noisy type. Metro police by profession. Very notorious. Shes also that kinda chick you would never want to go out with just the 2 of you! She will leave you at the table alone half way through the night, talking to this and that. Apparently she knows everyone everywhre we went. If you went to places like Midi roots, Banthala or mo boGarankuwa mo, o tla itshola (you'll regret it if you went out with her to local clubs) Once she starts getting tipsy, you would swear shes been drinking with her clit! The next thing you know shes gone, nowhere to be seen...you'd be lucky if she ever came to tell you that she is leaving. So thats why wherever we go, wherever possible, i always make sure i also invite Lerato, ah dis one is such a doll. She is also from kasi and we went to high school together but we werent always tight. She wasnt too good looking on the face but she was one of those tall girls with tall legs and some curves but no butt. Virgin boobs and a flat stomach to die for. Dark skinned. Cheese girl, and by cheese i mean cheese! Not by daddy's money, but her own money. At the age of 25 (she was a year older than Karabo and i) batho ba di Bcom. Own 2 bedroom apartment in Midrand. No cat no dog. Her only baby is the new Bmw 135m. Ke raa gore thats how we got here today akere. Always put together. Half a bottle of savana and she starts smilling uncontrollably. I wonder why these get too drunk quickly girls like murdering themselves with poisons lie savana. Why not just have fruitree. Good thing because she was our time keeper, the one that keeps our handbags and cellphones safe cos ud never see her up and dancing. The only time she would stand up is wen she goes to the ladies. You would ask urself gore this people why ba ipogisa so... cant they just order in some take away and box office their friday nights away at the comfort of their couches. Because you would swear gore they are not having fun at all. Well i guess this is the right time to also give a slight description of myself too... Well you already know that i have those bracketed legs, a size 36 booty, average height, caramel bone, big eyes, not too pretty as Karabo thou. But i definately fall under the "mapyatla" category. Law student. Sex addict lol. But very selective. Sometimes i think my friend Karabo got shagged more than i did. Or maybe it was because i get into committed relationships e be ke ikutswa and she was not the settling type. "Sorrying boabuti, ke nna Karabo...ske lare ka le phapela mara ne le eme mo tseleng" (sorry guys, im karabo. dont think im too forward, but you standing on the way) karabo said as she came to sit next to me. Lerato also came and sat on the other side, putting me in the middle. She just waved a hand towards Kabo and his friend. "No babygirl relax...nna ke t-bos" said Kabos friend. Did i mention that he was skinny? Skinny skinny skinny and wearing those pointy shoes. Kick nd boboza. 2015, a guy in a white printed shirt, tucked inside blue over sized jeans and poity shoes. S-curl and cut. Sunglasses on the forehead. Well i guess we have different tastes in life! Because right there and then, Karabo asked him to walk her to the toilets. This chick thou... "Ok ladies, lets not disturb you any further because this is clearly a girls night out." Said Kabo "Yeah, it definitely is." Wheew couldnt be more relieved. "Well you still have my number mos, o sa tsamaya ke sa go bona." "Nice to meet you..." extending his hand towards Lerato. "Lerato." Said lerato meeting him half way. "Kwl, just tell t-bos i went back to our table." Well just then Karabo was back, excited as hell! "Yoh chomi, dat skinny guy is loaded, ke motho le di tender chomi. O mo tseya kae? A re o nale range rover and a house in Harties my friend, a re eskhale nyana ke mo buzz a lo nrekela dijo ko sunnypark!." "Really Karabo, ka pela so?" Asked the jaw dropped Lerato. "Eya Leera, dont judge the book by its cover chomi. And you knw while we were back there, he actually kissed me and i touched down there..." she paused and covered her mouth with her hand. "Yoh that dude o tshwere anaconda, im wet as hell mo ke leng mo." She continued. You knw she went on and on abt the skinny guy for abt an hour or so, only interrupted by hitting the dance floor here and there. When the clock hit 12:30am haaa, the drinks were in the system now and every now and then Karabo and i would disappear, kiss potential strange guys, exchange numbers and come back again. Well this nigerian guy invited me to join him and his friends at their table for a few minutes. So i left Karabo and Lerato and went ahead. He said his name was Ashley and that he was from Centurion. Well, after some few minutes he said we should go to his car to get some privacy. Which i agreed to. He said his car was not parked far away from the entrance so i shouldnt worry about him abducting me or something. When i passed where me and the girls were sitted, Lerato was now alone and said Karabo had left with the skinny guy. I insisted on sitting with her and getting us refills but she said she was ok and dat she knew i was gonna come back. Well i went on and followed the niger guy who was already waiting for me near a red audi a4. He opened the passenger door for me to get in and just when i was about to get in someone grabbed my hand. "O ya kae...? A reye, e tswa." Really? i looked at this person and i knew that this voice belonged to Kabo. I pulled my hand and tried to protest, telling him to foetsek a se ntataka! Well i didnt finish that sentence very well, and i dont even knw wht hit me..... Blackout if not dead..... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Share with more of your friends to like the page! The larger the audience the better.

[its-negans-lucille]

The Silent One - Part Twenty

You can find the other parts of this story and my Masterlist HERE!

Synopsis: Negan goes to Alexandria to ask some questions about the recent escapee and you have you second day on the fence.

Ships: Negan x Reader (slow burn (duh)) Words: 1,479 Warnings: Curses, over use of the word ‘walkie’ Category: Angst

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Reader POV

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You had a large sniper rifle in your hands as you walked slowly up and down the section of fence that you were sworn to protect. You job down here was to take out the walkers that were pressing up against the fence or who had somehow gotten loose. It was dull work but you had wanted to get involved so here you were. You were also too stubborn to tell Negan that you found this work dull so you kept your mouth shut and got on with it.

You had been standing stationary for about five minutes, watched one particular walker who kept on snapping its teeth at you, desperately trying to get to you. Something silver close to the ground caught your eye. You snapped your head toward its source but you couldn’t see anything. You took a step close to the fence when you heard a loud voice call.

“I’m going to go and help some shit-wit a few towers away. If you need me just use the walkie!” Arat called as she stepped down from the dilapidated, wooden, tower where she had been previously observing you from. She tossed you a walkie-talkie which dropped on the floor in front of you a few feet away. You watched her until she had rounded a corner of the block of buildings called The Sanctuary.

You slung the gun over your shoulder as you crouched down to pick up the walkie. You turned it over a few times, learning the buttons and such when you heard a whisper. Something so quiet that you weren’t sure that you’d heard it at first. You slowly turned around, attaching the walkie-talkie to your belt and swinging your gun from over your shoulder.

You stood up straight and scanned the fence, your finger on the trigger of the sniper.

“Psst.” There it was again. You stepped toward the fence when you saw it.

Standing there, covered from head to toe so that he was almost unrecognisable, was your best friend and your previous partner in crime, Jesus.

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Negan POV

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“Listen up fuckers!” Negan proclaimed loudly as he banged the butt end of Lucille on the side of one of the Alexandrian’s car. “Christ has escaped his tomb!” Negan said loudly, expecting down cast looks or possibly looks of joy but all he got was puzzlement. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fucking hell, I didn’t just kill a fucking puppy. I made a joke, now I know that’s a damn foreign concept to you people, but, fuck, c’mon.” Negan said in a disheartened tone.

“What I’m trying to fucking say it your friend got out and now we’re here to search your town!” Negan smiled as his men that he had taken with him surged forward as one, going to go search the houses for any trace of Jesus.

“Rick, walk with me.” Negan commanded as he strode past Rick so that he had to catch up with him.

“We didn’t do anything.” Rick said in a solemn voice. This time with Negan was slowly wearing the bearded man down, he no longer put up a fight.

“Mhm. Well, we’ll see.” Negan shrugged as he stepped up onto Rick’s neat porch, a rocking chair slowly creaking back and forth in the breeze. “How about you invite me in for a drink? Eh, Rick? Man to man?” Negan said as he playfully punched Rick in the shoulder.

Rick gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, probably thinking about something that would definitely get everyone in this community killed. Rick obviously thought against his thoughts of caving in Negan’s frontal lobe as he stepped forward and opened the door, gesturing Negan inside.

Negan swiftly made himself comfortable by crossing the room and beginning to rummage in a few draws. He carried on doing this for quite some time before he stopped and let out an almost childlike, curious, gasp of excitement. Rick was hanging back, watching warily from the centre of the room, not even bothering to try and stop him from searching his home.

“What’s this?” Negan asked in a loud, charismatic tone as he turning over a walkie-talkie that once would’ve been a dark grey colour but now was covered in crayon marks and a few patches of glitter. “I didn’t really think this was your style, Rick.” Negan chuckled.

“Yeah.” Rick said in a low voice, his eyes darting nervously from Negan to the walkie in his hands, Negan took note of that. Rick stepped forward with his arm outstretched. “I’ll just have that back now. . .” Rick said in a low voice as he avoided eye contact with Negan.

“Now, Rick, you’re not hiding anything from me, right?” Negan asked as he took a step forward, entering Rick’s personal space. “Because, remember, I still have one hostage with the right number of functioning limbs.” Negan said in a low, dangerous voice.

“No, of course I’m not-” Rick started but he was cut off by Negan who pressed the button on the side of the bedazzled walkie-talkie and said:

“Any fuckers there? If you answer you get the grand prize of. . . Drumroll please. . .”

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Reader POV

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“Any fuckers there? If you answer you get the grand prize of. . . Drumroll please. . . Meeting my baby girl Lucille!” Proclaimed a crackly, blood chillingly familiar voice from where Jesus was standing on the other side of the fence. Negan was on the other end of Jesus’ line.

You shook your head incredulously.  

Swiftly, before any walkers could get to him, Jesus took out a knife and cleared out the dead in his immediate area so that he was free to talk to you without the imminent threat of death by disembowelment.

“Listen, I can explain.” Jesus began in a low, calming voice.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You hissed in a frustrated tone.

“What, not happy to see me?” Jesus asked with a cocked eyebrow. “Well, most of me.” He said with a wry smile as he pulled up one leg of his denim jeans to reveal a blade beneath it, much like the blades that runners use. “One of the guys at Alexandria had a niece with one leg and she liked track, she died when it all began and honestly he was happy to give it to me.” Jesus said as he dropped the leg of the jean.

“Jesus, you need to leave.” You said in a low voice. “Please.” You implored, constantly looking over your shoulder as Arat could get here at any second.

“I will, I will. After I give you this,” he fished out a walkie-talkie from his pocket and pushed it through the fence. “So me and Rick can talk to you form Alexandria.” He smiled.

“Wait, so you’re not here to . . . to rescue me?” You asked in a suspicious voice. Jesus’ face fell as he shook his head.

“I’m sorry.” Jesus said in a low voice. “We’re trying our hardest to get enough supplies for the Saviours and that doesn’t leave much time for. . .  for. . .”

“For me.” You finished, your face downcast.

“Listen, I’m really sorry.” Jesus said with a sigh. “We’ll get you out, I promise. One way or another. Even if we have to kill Negan.”

You felt your stomach drop. “Kill him? Isn’t that a little. . . extreme?” You asked, trying to sound tentative and nonchalant but you ended up sounding worried.

“I don’t have a leg, (Y/N).” Jesus said in a flat voice.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” You said absently, thoughts racing through your head

“I have to go, I’m really sorry. We’ll walkie you every other night at twelve.” Jesus said, already backing away from you.

“Morning.” You said in a low voice.

“Morning?” Jesus asked, bemused.

“Negan is never up before ten o’clock. Walkie me at seven.” You said. You saw Jesus give a curt nod.

“Take care of yourself.” Jesus said as he back away, trying to keep away from the Walkers.

“I always do.” You shrugged, not entirely believing it.

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Thank you all so much for reading and bearing with me. I’ve been sick over the past few days and before that school just hadn’t been good and I was having a hard time. So thank you again for baring with me! Thank you so much for reading! Have a lovely day!!

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