#going from wattpad where people commented multiple times on a chapter and I had several mutuals gushing about my stories w me every update

[akechi-stole-my-heart]

i don't wanna be needy or whiny but seriously modern fandom culture fucking sucks im lucky if i get three "i liked this" comments on my fics let alone like actual feedback where people gush i feel so lonely in this fandom like im speaking into a void sometimes i wish we still talked to each other like actual people instead of treating each other like content farms

[farfromsugafanfic]

Sutures - Chapter Four: Urge

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): mentions of hickeys, Sumi’s ex is a dick, making out, heavy petting, smut lead up, smut themes

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

Notes: This was originally written and completed on Wattpad between 2018 and the beginning of 2020. I’ll be slowly posting the chapters here. I may make a tag list depending on if enough people want to follow along with updates. Leave me some feedback if you would like added to a tag list.

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You hugged Kitty to your chest and made your way to the kitchen. You heard the rustling of pots and pans and Jimin's laughter. Even though you'd only known Jimin for under two days, his laughter quickly become one of your favorite sounds, something that never made you smile. However, most of the time you weren't horrendously hungover. 

"Morning," you said, trying to muster a small smile, even though your head was pounding. 

Three of the seven boys who lived in the dorm turned to look at you. Yoongi was already sat at the table, scrolling through his phone, a bowl of fruit in front of him. Hoseok was in the kitchen and Jimin sat on the opposite end of the table from Yoongi, his legs swinging freely. You smiled at how close the boys were and how comfortable they were with each other. It made you feel even worse for intruding in on the bond. 

"Good morning," the boys said, nearly in unison. 

"Jimin," you said. "Did you put Kitty in the box to come here?"

Jimin shook his head, glancing down to the stuffed cat you held in your arms. 

"No, I put him in the donation pile as you wanted." 

"Huh," you said, holding Kitty out in front of you and smiling at her fondly. "Well, I'm glad she found her way here anyway." 

Jimin smiled at you, his eyes some mixture of happiness for you and worry. 

"Did we get internet back?"

The boys exchanged glances and nodded. 

You looked over to Yoongi, who was now looking up from his phone. His dark eyes were boring straight into you, and you suspected he already knew what you were going to ask. 

"Did you find out who got the shoes?"

The room fell silent, except for the tap which Hoseok accidentally left on as he had looked up at you. You didn't know who it could possibly be that would elicit such a response, but Yoongi's face softened as he stood. 

"Park Minki."

You blinked in disbelief, wondering if the hangover had somehow messed with your hearing. Yoongi's eyes were softer, the softest they had been in the seventy two hours you'd known him.

"My ex?" you choked out. 

Yoongi nodded.

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You took a deep breath as you stood in front of the full length mirror and strategically placed the scarf around your neck. The bruises weren't as prominent as the day before, but you feared Minki would still notice them. The rest of your outfit was quite simple, a pair of jeans and a nice top. You wore your hair down, hoping it too would help hide Yoongi's marks on your neck. 

When you'd broken up with Minki, you'd thought you'd never have to see the boy again. While you still loved him, you knew seeing him again would hurt you, but you wanted to handle this yourself. For whatever reason bought the shoes, you knew it couldn't be settled with money. He wanted to see you again, wanted you to see him again. 

While you normally would just forget the shoes, Yoongi's reputation was on the line. And yours for that matter. You may not be an idol, but the fact you were connected to one, could be enough to destroy you.

"Do you really want to look that good for your ex?" Yoongi said, entering your bedroom with a soft knock on your open door. He was dressed wearing just a simple sweatshirt and jeans, a snapback covering his dyed hair and a mask pulled down under his chin. 

"What? Jealous?" you smirked, giving up on arranging the scarf and turning to face him. 

"No," he said. "I just thought you didn't care what he thought anymore." He walked closer to you, the faint smell of his cologne tickling your nose. His fingers reached up and moved the scarf so it that it covered the half of a hickey that was still partially visible. "Obviously, you do."

He stepped away from you the scent of him still lingering in his place. You were almost disappointed when he stepped away, wishing you could fall asleep in his scent.

"I'm sorry you have to come," you said. "And miss out on work."

"I can work when we get back," he said. "Besides, it would be a whole lot worse for both of us if I didn't come." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a mask. "Wear this, if we run into any paparazzi it will be harder for them to identify you."

You nodded, looping the mask around your ears and pulling it up over your mouth. Yoongi pulled his up and nodded to you, asking if you were ready. 

You nodded in affirmation, but you felt the butterflies in your stomach. You didn't think you would ever be ready.

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You entered the cafe first. You spotted Minki almost immediately, he was seated at a table near the middle, you could see the shoes placed on the table. You already felt a twinge of embarrassment, knowing he'd displayed them so publicly.

You pulled down the mask and sat down across from him. His mouth widened into a smirk when you sat down, something you used to love about him, but now it just felt like he was mocking you.

"You look nice," he said.

"Thanks," you said, trying not to meet his gaze.

You noticed Yoongi walk past you and sit at a table behind Minki's view, but facing you. You met his eyes momentarily but didn't want Minki to see your wandering gaze. Minki had a temper occasionally, and while he had never hurt you, you feared he wouldn't hesitate to hurt Yoongi. And even though you and Yoongi weren't exactly friends, you still didn't want him to get hurt because of you.     

"So, why'd you leave the shoes at the bar?" Minki asked. 

"Does that really matter, Minki? They're mine, I just want them back."

"You fucked him? Didn't you?" 

You clenched your fists and looked at the black pumps sitting on the table. You sighed and tried to collect your thoughts. 

"How'd you know they were mine?"

"You don't think I wouldn't recognize the shoes I bought you for your birthday last year?" The smirk was on his face again, like a mosquito that you wanted to kill, but that was just out of your reach. "I picked them out especially for you, remember?"

You did remember. How he told you that he went to multiple shoes, trying to find the perfect shoes. Settling on a pair of black pumps. "Simple, like you," he'd said when he gave them to you. 

"Now that we've broken up, they're mine now? Since I paid for them?"

You wanted to bang your fists down on the table and scream at him until he was as scared of you as you were of him. You wanted to swat the smirk from his face. You wanted to point out all the things you'd bought him. All the baseball game tickets. The T-shirt he wore. Half the down payment on his car. 

"I don't care," you said. "Do whatever you want with them. I just want to leave."

Minki softened then. He'd seen you break down multiple times before, he knew the signs. The way you hid your face. The way you tried to curl yourself into a ball, no matter where you were.

"He's here, isn't here?" your ex asked. "You're not mine to protect anymore." His hand cupped the fabric of your knee. You felt shivers run down your spine as tears pricked at your eyes.

You noticed his eyes wandering down to your neck and where the scarf had moved aside. There was no sense in trying to deny what the scarf revealed.

"Huh," he said. "You never let me do that." 

"I never was yours to protect," you said, your eyes red and tear stained, trying to ignore his last comment. You reached down and moved his hand from your knee. You felt his palm beneath your fingertips and the sensation ran through your body. You felt his hands on you again, your body grew warm, but not in the pleasant way. You needed to get out. Without any more thought, you grabbed your things and ran from the cafe.

---

Yoongi's body stiffened as he watched Minki's hand grab your knee. He wanted to push Minki away from you, shield you from ever having to feel the other boy's touch again. He saw the way your cheek's flushed, although not in the cute way. He saw as you tried to shift away, he could feel your discomfort. 

Your scarf had slipped slightly, revealing part of one of the bruises. Yoongi knew the other boy saw based on the way he shifted forward.

"Huh, you never let me do that," the other boy said. 

Yoongi's jaw stiffened. Part of him wanted to rip him apart for bringing attention to something that you obviously hadn't wanted Minki to see, but there was a small buzzing inside of him. One night and you allowed him to do something you'd never allowed your previous boyfriend to do for years. He repressed the pride as you tearfully ran out the door. 

Yoongi waited a moment to get up and follow you, not wanting to draw too much attention. He made eye contact with Minki as he walked past, pulling down his mask momentarily, but pulling it back up as he walked through the door of the cafe. 

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You curled yourself into the car seat, pulling your legs into your stomach and hiding your face against the car door. You put on your seatbelt, knowing Yoongi would follow you out. 

Yoongi opened the car door a minute or so later, greeting the driver as he did so and telling him to take both of you back to the dorm. He pulled down his mask and put on his seatbelt. 

"Why do you let him talk to you like that?" Yoongi asked. 

You scoffed, trying to hide your tears. The last thing you wanted was Yoongi to see your tears, you felt like if you allowed yourself to cry in front of him, it would somehow strengthen the bond. Yoongi was so strong and allowing him to see your weakness terrified you.

"He's my ex for a reason, okay?" 

"Well, we still need to get the shoes back somehow. You sure money won't work with him?"

"He just wants to humiliate me," you said, choking slightly on the words. "Do we really need to get them back? I mean, they're just shoes. How much harm could really be done?"

Yoongi's eyes widened and his form stiffened. 

"You really don't realize, do you?" He looked out the window in slight disbelief before turning back to you. "I guess, this explains how you didn't recognize me."

"Yoongi..."

"Even just the rumors of what happened between us could destroy both of us," he said. "My fans need someone they can trust and look up to. Most of them don't even know I'm not with Jihee anymore. They know about the soulmate thing, but we only used that to find you. We're going to deny it later, anyway." 

"You didn't have to sleep with me then," you said. "If you would've just pushed me off your lap, none of this would've happened."

"If you wouldn't have fallen in my lap, none of this would've happened." 

You sighed, silence ensuing. The road noise the only sound. Even the driver was silent from behind the partition. 

"Sumi..." Yoongi said, his hand suddenly coming to rest just above your knee. His fingertips digging into the fabric of your jeans. His touch was warm, but instead of overheating as you did with Minki's touch, your temperature matched his. 

"What?" you asked, but your question was soon answered as you felt heat rise in your stomach. Suddenly, Yoongi appeared less like the image obsessed jerk of a few minutes ago and looked more like the man you met at the bar three days ago. 

You unhooked your seatbelt and straddled Yoongi's lap, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks as his ran up to play with your hair. Your lips connected and nearly immediately his tongue slipped between yours. 

Yoongi's hat--which you hadn't paid much attention to before--suddenly was in your way. You ripped it off, exposing his messy hair. It was obvious he hadn't styled it before putting on the snapback, but you liked it better that way, it allowed your fingers to tangle in his hair. 

"The windows?" you asked, falling back onto the seat as Yoongi unhooked his seatbelt and hovered over you.

"They're tinted," he said, grabbing hold of your scarf and pulled it over your head. It landed somewhere on the floor of the car, out of sight. "Don't worry, no one will see." 

He leaned down and latched onto your lips once again. His hands wandering under the hem of your shirt, causing it to ride up slightly. You splayed your fingers against his firm chest, causing him to stop momentarily. 

"What?" he asked. 

"I think...I think this is what the doctor was talking about..." you said. "I think we need to stop." 

Despite your words, your hands slipped underneath his sweatshirt, feeling the warm skin beneath. You wanted to feel that skin against you, but before you could pull it over his head, he surprised you, by pulling up your shirt, exposing your stomach. 

"I'll do it lower this time," he said, his voice raspy and lower than normal. "So you don't have to worry about hiding them." His lips latched onto the skin of your stomach, causing you to release a small moan as you ran your fingers from his hairline and down to the nape of his neck. 

"Yoongi..."

"Why'd you have to wear that perfume for him? It drives me crazy." 

He curved his two index fingers into the belt loop of your jeans and tugged slightly, not to pull them down, but rather to tease you. 

"You're for my eyes only."

"Yoongi," you said. "We need to stop." 

Yoongi pulled away, a sheepish look crossing his face. He pulled down your shirt and sat back in the seat. 

You, too, sat back up, trying to catch your breath. Your heart was racing, partially from the thoughts of the feel of his lips, but you were scared. You felt so out of control, something had taken you over entirely. It wasn't a secret that you were attracted to Yoongi, you did willingly sleep with him, but the urges pulled you together, even when you least wanted it. 

"That was...that was...weird..." 

Yoongi nodded in agreement, reaching down and retrieving your scarf. You did the same with his hat and you exchanged the items. 

You watched out the window as the car pulled into the driveway of the dorm. You glanced back over at Yoongi, noticing a bit of your lipstick managed to cling to his bottom lip. You chuckled slightly before reaching over and using your thumb to wipe it from his lip. 

He watched you, not making any movement to stop you, but your gaze shifted downward, not able to meet his eyes. 

"Lipstick," you said. 

The driver opened the door and the two of you walked back into the dorm.

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Jihee (9:02 am): Good morning handsome :)

Jihee (11:15 am): I heard about the shoe business. You always use to complain about having to take off mine.

Jihee (11:17 am): You should tell her to be more careful though. :)

Jihee (1:20 pm): Babe...please just respond to me...

Jihee (1:21 pm): You're making me seem desperate.

Jihee (4:45 pm): Her picture's out there now, you know? Some guy saying she cheated with you.

Jihee (5:00 pm): She doesn't look like the type to cheat.

Jihee (6:34 pm): The more I think about it...the less she seems like your type. Especially for a rebound.

Jihee (7:00 pm): You could do much better if you wanted to Oppa. She's kind of pretty and all, but don't you think she's a little simple?

Yoongi (7:02 pm): Whatever this is, is between us. Leave her out of it. 

[northerngoshawk]

Author Self Interview

Technically, no one tagged me. But I saw @thinkingisadangerouspastime‘s self interview on my dashboard, and she opened it up to anyone who wanted to do this. So here I am!

Name: Northern_Goshawk (sometimes with, sometimes without the underscore in between), but you can call me Northern or North, whatever variant works for you!

Fandoms: MSCM* (formerly), Bakugan* (formerly), Ninjago* (state of limbo), ATLA**, PJO & HoO (in revival), TKC (lowkey), Spirit Animals (in revival), Magisterium Series, Maze Runner, Minecraft: Songs of War* (formerly), Harry Potter, there’s probably a lot more but I can’t think of them all rn.

*Fandoms I’ve written for

**My main fandom so far

Where do you post: FF.Net is my main account, but lately I’ve also been posting on AO3. I do have a Wattpad, but it’s basically dead right now. Oh, and sometimes I post drabbles here, on Tumblr. Just drabbles, though.

Most popular multi-chapter fic: In terms of having an actual plot and being structured like a book? It’d probably be The Water Trials, my still-ongoing Maze Runner AU ATLA fic; it has 12 favs & 13 follows on FF.Net and 3 kudos & 2 subscriptions on AO3. Tallying that up, it’s the most popular. But if we were to look at the term literally, as in having multiple chapters, then my drabble series Too Late takes the cake, with 27 favs & 31 follows. I guess everyone likes the angst 🤷‍♀️

Favorite story you’ve written so far: Definitely my introspective Aang-centric fic the avatar’s fear! This 13.8k oneshot is my pride and joy, what I consider my crowning achievement; I like to say that if there is any fic you want to read from me, this is the fic. I really love it because when I set out to write it, my goal was to portray Aang as this complex, three-dimensional character (and subtly address a lot of the slander that goes around the internet about him), and from the feedback I got from a lot of the comments, I succeeded!

I want to take a moment to acknowledge @thinkingisadangerouspastime (yes, I tagged you twice, but this is important!), because it was her two fics, broken pieces still belong (a Katara-centric fic that focuses on the complexity of her grief and rage) and all i know is gone (but i am not alone) (an Aang-centric fic that focuses on his grief), that served as inspiration and even a guide for me while I was writing “the avatar's fear.” In fact, I even made a reference to “all i know is gone (but i am not alone)” in it:

iii. all I know is gone, but even when I had everything, no one wanted me around… I guess it's just a feeling I need to get used to (they see me as a weapon, but they forget I'm human too)

I highly recommend those two fics to anyone who is a Katara and/or Aang stan!

Anyways, this oneshot was well worth the effort of creating, and I’m so, so happy I was able to do Aang justice!

Fic you were nervous to post: Oh, definitely dragon blood, with several reasons why:

- I spent a total of 2 days on this fic, which is... a lot less than what I usually spend for anything that’s not a drabble. So I was nervous, wondering if I was rushing it, going back and editing it over and over and over again.

- It’s from Suki’s POV. Now, because we don’t see much of Suki in the actual series itself, I didn’t know if I managed to nail down her voice all that well. I was also worried that it focused too much on Aang, so I added in edits that intermingled Suki’s experiences in the war with the present.

I might’ve also been nervous in posting The Water Trials, since it’s a Maze Runner Future Dystopian AU ATLA fic, and I wasn’t sure how many people would actually enjoy something like this. But a surprisingly decent amount of people seem to like it, or even just the concept of it, so I’m happy about that.

How do you choose your titles: Most of the time, I like to look at the main “point” of the fic, the main topic/theme, and make up a title based off of that, but sometimes I make up the title based on the recurring motif in the fic.

Do you outline: Boy, do I! There are rare cases in which I don’t; “dragon blood” is one such rarity*. Otherwise, most of my fics have either a detailed outline or general idea blurb on what to include, how to structure it, etc. For multi-chapter fics, I tend to do a chapter-by-chapter outline, in which I figure out what I want to happen in each chapter (with ideas thrown under the chapters I want to include them in).

*The first draft had an idea blurb on how it would be structured, but it was scrapped entirely, and the final version was written without an outline.

Complete: It would be easier to list the fics I haven’t completed yet: The Water Trials and “Too Late.” I’m not counting my discontinued fics from MCSM and Bakugan (I was going through a weird phase) since I’m no longer in those fandoms.

Do you accept prompts: Sure. In fact, my entire Kataang: Kiss 22 (20) series is based upon @lanjunlazy’s Kiss 22 prompt artwork series (minus the ones that are NSFW); check out her artwork, btw. However, I will have to say that there are certain prompts I will not do if they don’t align with my own belief set, being a Christian. Don’t let that stop you from talking to me, though! Even if we might disagree, I want you to know that you are always welcome on my blog :)

Upcoming story you’re most excited to write about: The rest of The Avatar Experiment series, the series that The Water Trials is in! I can’t wait to share it with the rest of you guys.

And maaayyybe that Deathless One AU I was talking about 👀

Stories you’re most excited to read: The rest of Ogro’s/Baithin’s Distorted Reality! It’s such an awesome ATLA Role Swap AU because instead of the swapped characters being carbon copies of their canon counterparts, they still retain their own personality as in canon, and every character has their backstory or role reinvented so that the story is fresh while also being familiar!

Also any character death fics and/or introspective Aang-centric fics (recs? anyone?).

Tagging: @flameohotwife @shameaboutthedilettantism uhhhh I really, really don’t know that many fic writers. If you see this on your dashboard, then consider it as me tagging you to do this!

[theshatteredrose]

Relic Keepers: Awakening of the Red Lily (Chapter 29) - Original Fiction

AN: When is a date not a date? When two dim-witted boys are involved :’D Anyway, hope you enjoy~

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Chapter 29:

Eishirou idly tugged at the sleeves of his shirt to cover his wrists. Just as he had anticipated, the bruises had turned dark and ugly. They were also rather tender. Thankfully, the pain killers Neriah issued him took the edge off. Enough to allow him to forget his injuries for a short time, only to do something stupid to cause pain and promptly remind himself.

A buzzing pulled Eishirou out of his fidgeting and he quickly picked up his communicator he had set on the table in front of him. The name on the screen didn’t surprise him one little bit.

“Hey, Prof,” Eishirou greeted.

“Hey, Kiddo. How’s the shoulder?”

Eishirou idly rolled his shoulder, prompting him to wince soon after. “A little stiff but nothing too bad.”

“Can I assume that you’ll be taking it easy today like Neriah commanded? He’s already on the prowl, you know?”

That didn’t surprise him one little bit. Which was one of the reasons Eishirou got out early.

“Well, he won’t find me near the academy,” Eishirou returned with a sense of satisfaction as he glanced around at the bustling café around him. “I'm already out for breakfast with Zayne.”

Jacob response was a bit of a surprise. “Oh ho, just the two of you?” he asked, his tone filled with mirth.

Eishirou felt a blush rush to his features. “Prof, please-"

“What’s so funny?”

Huh, that was Irwin’s voice.

“Eishirou is out on a date with Zayne.”

“Scandalous!” Irwin replied with a boisterous laugh. “Your boy is growing up fast!”

“I know!”

“I’m hanging up now!” Eishirou half-yelled into the communicator, his face no doubt a bright, vivid red.

“I kid, I kid!” Jacob laughed through his attempt to pacify him. He soon cleared his throat, though his on-screen image, he was obviously sporting an amused smile. “Seriously, I'm glad that you found someone like Zayne. He’s a good kid.”

Y-yeah, he was a nice guy. Strong, protective…handsome.

Really handsome, actually. Gorgeous even.

“Have fun and I’ll check in on you later.”

“Ah, later...” Eishirou responded numbly.

“Don’t forget all the details!” Jacob just had to add as another boisterous laugh was heard somewhere behind him.

Eishirou bristled, his blush returning fiercely as he once again half-yelled into the communicator. “You’ll be getting the bare minimum at best!”

It was pointless, though. Jacob had already ended the call from his end. He was no doubt having a good ol’ belly laugh with Irwin at his expense. Eishirou could only utter a sigh as he placed the communicator back down onto the table.

Not a second after he did, Zayne returned to the able with two plates of food. He had insisted that he would be the one to brave the buffet. Too many people jostling for position might accidentally brush or even hit against his bruised shoulder. And with Zayne being over 6-feet tall, he could be intimidating enough to persuade people to leave him alone.

“I take it that was Professor Chryses?” Zayne asked as he set one of the plates in front of Eishirou. “I heard you practically yelling at him from the buffet table.”

Eishirou uttered another sigh. “Yeah, that was him. Just checking in on me. And teasing me. And warning me that Professor Neriah would be on the prowl if I dare attempt any research at the academy.”

“I’m pretty sure even Sigmund is afraid of him,” Zayne commented idly as he settled in his chair and picked up a fork to start eating.

“Probably,” Eishirou laughed as he moved to start eating, too. “Speaking of which, does he know you’re with me?”

“I told him I’m wherever you are. That’s all he needs to know. Ernesta knows, though.”

“She’s not bothered?”

“No. Not that she has much say in it.”

Eishirou laughed. “Fair enough.”

A loud crash caused Eishirou to jump in his seat and he immediately felt his heart race. He turned to look behind him, half expecting to find a tall, bulky Star Rebellion follower standing there menacingly.

Instead, he watched as a waiter calmly picked up a toppled chair and place it back under a table.

“Are you ok?” Zayne asked him, prompting him to return his attention to him once more.

Eishirou couldn’t help but flush at his reaction. “Yeah. Just a little bit nervous after everything that happened yesterday. I hope nothing like it happens today.”

“I’ll be able to protect you if it does.”

The determination and resolution in Zayne’s voice brought a smile to Eishirou’s lips. “Yeah, I know. I still hope nothing happens. You deserve to relax every once in a while, too.”

He didn’t want everything between them to result in high-octane drama. Their first mission together. Their second mission together. It wasn’t anything they did that caused such high-stress situations to play out. Still, it would be nice for them to simply just spend time together.

You know, as friends. Or something.

There was…there was something bothering him, though. He didn’t want to ruin the mood further with his insecurities. But he also didn’t want to, well, sit and dwell on them either. He had always been taught not to dwell on things. To not let a concern grow and fester when he had the capability to ask questions and receive answers.

If there was something that caused concern; find a way to alleviate it and move on.

“Do you think what happened yesterday night was just a coincidence?” Eishirou asked quietly.

Zayne immediately stopped eating and looked over at him. “There have been reports of ShadowDwellers for several days. It was only a matter of time that a few of the bastards would make their way into the academy,” he explained before he shook his head, a frown tugging at his lips. “I’m just glad that I was there.”

“Yeah. I am, too,” Eishirou smiled. “I’m just jumpy, I guess.”

“Let’s try to ignore all that for now,” Zayne suddenly suggested. “It’s your day off, after all.”

Eishirou nodded. “Right.”

They ate their food in relative silence after that. Speaking occasional, discussing what foods they liked. Even sharing food from time to time.

Zayne, of course, ate far more than Eishirou did. Yet, he didn’t eat as much as he usually did. Likely out of consideration for him, not wanting to force him to wait and watch as he had his fill. Though, Eishirou didn’t mind. Zayne deserved to eat as much as he wanted.

Even so, a few minutes after Eishirou finished eating, Zayne declared himself done, too.

“Ready to go?”

Eishirou snatched up his communicator and slipped it into his pocket. “Yup, all ready.” He had to smile when Zayne offered his hand toward him as an offer of support. Of course, Eishirou promptly slipped his hand in Zayne’s and allowed him to help him to his feet.

His shoulder ached slightly from the sudden jostling, but soon settled down as they moved from the café’s premises.

That pain soon returned, however, as someone abruptly pushed against his shoulder. It caused Eishirou to utter a small squeak of pain and subconsciously curled himself closer to Zayne. Seeking protection from him.

“What’s wrong?” Zayne immediately asked.

“Just my shoulder,” Eishirou replied through a wince as he cradled his right shoulder. “There are more people here than I’m used to.”

Zayne unexpectedly moved to stand on Eishirou’s right where he then slipped an arm around the small of Eishirou’s back. His large hand rested against his side as he pulled him toward him.

Despite the fact that Eishirou’s injured shoulder rested against Zayne’s chest, it didn’t cause him any pain or discomfort. It actually felt secure there. Comfortable. Protected.

As did he.

A light flush danced across Eishirou’s features when Zayne lowered his head to speak to him. His cheek brushing against his hair.

“Stay close to me.”

His heart unexpectedly skipped a beat. That…didn’t feel like a suggestion or a plea. Rather, it was a request. Not just for this moment, but for something more…personal. Intimate.

“Ok.”

They received a few odd glances from passer-by’s as they moved along the pedestrian paths. But he tried to ignore them for the most part, and instead concentrated on the man next to him. The way his arm felt around him. How he moved protectively, yet in a way that didn’t bring him any discomfort.

Something felt…different.

It wasn’t like this was the first time Zayne had, well, held him. Their first mission resulted in Zayne pulling close multiple times; carrying him, holding his hand, shielding him with his own body. And the many times after that. Shielding him, protecting him…hugging him.

Zayne was very, well, affectionate toward him. He wasn’t sure if affectionate was the right word, but definitely very touchy-feely. He didn’t seem that way with anyone else. Not his own teammates.

Eishirou wasn’t sure if his thought-process had been influenced by Jacob’s teasing. But it truly felt like they were on a date.

And, honestly, Eishirou didn’t mind.

They soon reached a crossroads. The right path that would eventually lead them back to the academy. A path Eishirou wasn’t quite ready to take just yet. It wasn’t often that he got a day off to do whatever he wanted. Normally, he would be eager to get back to his project so he could move onto the next one.

But today, he was content to simply spend more time with Zayne.

“Let’s not go back to the Academy yet.”

Zayne wasn’t at all put-off by the request. “Sure,” he smiled. “Where to?”

Eishirou pointed down the other path. “Let’s head toward the beach. Haven’t been there for a while.”

Zayne kept his arm around Eishirou as he guided them down the left path. They moved along in a comfortable silence. They received a few more double-glances from the small throng of people. But they were nothing off-putting. A few cheeky smiles from a group of young kids. A cooing sort of expression from a couple of old ladies. That sort of thing.

They were largely ignored for the most part. And Eishirou was fine with that.

After a few minutes of walking, they finally reached the beachy, tropical feel of the seafront. A throng of cute cafes and novelty shops lined the street looking over the beach. There appeared to be a few new shops there, so Eishirou made the mental note to check them out later.

The visitor’s pier overlooking the sea and sands was surprisingly empty. But Eishirou was thankful for that piece of good fortune.

They walked until they reached the end of the pier and leaned against the wooden guard barrier.

The water was a bit too cold to go for a swim, but the sound of crashing waves and the smell of sea salt as the breeze ruffled their hair was relaxing and comforting. As was simply watching as boats and trawlers powered toward the docks.

Sections of the barrier wall had been opened to allow for seaborne vessels to charter in and out, docking with supplies and shipping out with others. The next Sanctuary City was over a thousand kilometres away. Transporting such large quantities of cargo was far more efficient by sea than by air.

Though, that would need to draw to an end soon. Cyclone season was to be upon them in a few more months. And those storms were absolutely brutal.

“I can’t remember the last time I visited the beach,” Zayne mused aloud.

Eishirou nodded. “Hm. I’m used to always working on a project. But it has been nice having a carefree day like this.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Maybe we can go finishing next time,” he mused. “Haven’t done that since I was a kid.”

“I’ve never been fishing,” Zayne revealed.

That was honestly a little heartbreaking and Eishirou wondered what kind of childhood Zayne had with two Elite parents. But he did know what Zayne didn’t have any hobbies, weren’t really allowed to have any.

So, Eishirou turned toward him and tilted his head to the side. “Well, all the more reason to do it, right?”

Zayne turned to look at him, too. And smile warmly. “Yeah.”

It should be fun trying his hand at fishing again. He wasn’t an expert by any stretch of the imagination, but he was fairly confident that he and Zayne could fumble their way through it.

Though, it was something that would likely need to wait until they’ve finished researching the Red Lily. Or, at least research enough to know how to retrieve information and memories from the relic.

Eishirou was pulled from his musings when Zayne shifted his stance to face him fully. A serious expression marred his features and his lips were pulled into a right frown. The sudden change of emotion immediately worried him and he wondered if, perhaps, Zayne had noticed something he hadn’t. Like a ShadowDweller or a possible Star Rebellion follower.

“Is something wrong?” he asked nervously.

Zayne didn’t react in the way he had expected. Instead, he placed his hands against Eishirou’s sides and looked at him directly. “Eishirou, listen; I have a bad feeling about the Red Lily. I want…would like for you to stop working on it.”

Eishirou was stunned. He truly hadn’t expected something like that. A request and a plea. “Why?” he asked, his arms dropping limply to his sides as he looked up at Zayne in confusion. “Is it because of the trouble I caused?”

“That’s not it,” Zayne immediately insisted. “Nothing has been your fault.”

The sincerity in Zayne’s voice made Eishirou instantly believe him. “Then…” he raised a hand to motion toward himself. “You’re worried about me?”

Zayne nodded his head, his gaze still holding his. “Yeah.”

“That’s…fair, I guess,” Eishirou returned as his hand trailed over to gingerly touch his right shoulder. He turned his head to look toward it also. Though his clothing covered the bandages that were underneath. “Things have been different, maybe difficult since discovering it.”

However, that wasn’t the Red Lily’s fault. And it wasn’t his, nor was it Zayne’s. A group of extremists wanted it. They were responsible. They were the ones to blame.

“But I…I need to learn more about the Red Lily.”

Zayne looked rather exasperated as his hands pressed against Eishirou’s sides. “Why?”

Eishirou turned his head to look at him once more. “To find a way to stop those Star Rebellion guys from using it. It’s powerful, the relic. If they find a way to use it, a lot of people could be hurt.”

Zayne simply stared at him for a moment, his eyes searching his face. His expression soon shifted into that of realisation and he uttered a half-irritated sigh. “That’s true…” Another frown soon appeared on his lips. “But what about you?”

That…was a good question. Unfortunately, Eishirou didn’t truly have an answer for it. He wished he did. For Zayne’s sake. To put at ease.

“…The first time it appeared still worries you, doesn’t it?” Eishirou asked quietly.

“…Yeah.”

Eishirou raised his hands and rested them against Zayne’s chest as he moved closer to him. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Zayne’s hands slipped to Eishirou’s back as he pulled him closer. “So am I. I scared you, didn’t I?”

His fingers grasped at the material of Zayne’s jacket tightly. Fleeting images of Zayne throwing himself in front of him, taking attacks, spilling blood flickered through Eishirou’s mind.  

“What could have happened to you scared me.”

Zayne said nothing as he pulled Eishirou closer still and gently rested his forehead against his. The touch was so very comforting. Eishirou relaxed his fingers but did not pull back his hands. Had no need to.

“I’ll find a way to work with the Red Lily,” he promised. “A way that won’t hurt me, ok?”

“Alright,” Zayne said. “I’ll settle for that for now.”

“Ok.” Eishirou tilted his head to the side ever so slightly so that he could see Zayne’s eyes. He smiled softly. “Thank you, for being honest with me. For not letting this eat away at you. And…thank you, for a lot of other things.”

Zayne eyes softened into an expression Eishirou couldn’t quite describe. The other man startled him when he suddenly pulled him into a tight, but still warm and gentle hug. “I should thank you, too.”

Eishirou’s chin rested on Zayne’s shoulder so he could only glance at him from the corner of his eye. “For what?” he asked, quite confused.

“For lot of things,” Zayne said simply as he continued to simply hold him.

As far as he knew, he had caused Zayne a lot of trouble and worry. Though…did he mean his attempts to see him for the person he was and not the Elite he was trained to be?

The loud buzzing of his communicator caused Eishirou to jump, and he and Zayne promptly parted from one another. Both of them startled by the suddenly (and honestly, unwanted) sound.

As Eishirou reached into his pocket to pull out his communicator, he abruptly realised just how close he was to Zayne. How…intimate they must have appeared to anyone wandering by.

And it brought a deep blush to his cheeks.

“A-ah, it’s Misaki,” he stuttered dumbly. “Hey?”

“Are you anywhere near the dorms?” Misaki abruptly asked, foregoing any form of greeting.

Eishirou blinked. “No? I’m actually at the beach.”

“Good,” Misaki promptly replied, followed by the sound of typing. He was obviously working in Communications again. “Stay there for now. ShadowDwellers had been seen prowling outside the dorms again.”

Again?

So…yesterday’s ShadowDweller attack was just a coincidence? A little bit reassuring. He worried for the Passives that lived in the same dorms as him. But hopefully they were all in classes or away from their rooms. And that they were safe.

“Just stay where you are with Zayne for the next couple of hours,” Misaki continued.

Eishirou arched a questioning eyebrow. “You didn’t ask if Zayne was with me.”

Misaki snorted. “Where else would he be?”

“…You’ve been talking to Jacob, haven’t you?”

“He was awfully chatty this morning.”

Eishirou stifled a groan. “You’re teasing me, too?”

Misaki didn’t bother to grace that question with a response. “I won’t interrupt your day off any further. I’ll give you a buzz when it’s all clear to return to the dorms. Until then, have fun.”

And just like Jacob had done earlier that day, Misaki ended the call on his end before Eishirou had a chance to respond.

They were all making fun of him. He was pretty sure Lyvia was having a good ol’ giggle in Communications, too. But…it was light-hearted teasing, wasn’t it? There was mirth, but no maliciousness. It was reassuring, in a way. Familial bantering to show support.

He would pay them back one day.

“Since we’re not heading back yet, what do you want to do now?” Zayne asked.

“I don’t know.” What Eishirou did know was that he didn’t want their “date” to end just yet. “Let’s just go for a walk. See where that takes us.”

Zayne nodded his head in agreement. “Sure, sounds good.”

[themclisseconnection]

Our Yacht is Sailing!

What's going on??? Over the past two years, the Earth got hotter, the plants grew taller, your pets grew up, someone you know got engaged or got married, some of you graduated from school and started a new job or a new business venture, reached a new milestone and some of you also joined a new fandom. How many books have you read? Did you learn how to cook? Did you transfer to an unfamiliar city or traveled to a different country? Were you able to maximize your talents, skills and productivity? Hopefully, yes. Hopefully, you were able to discover more about yourselves, just like McCoy and Elisse.

A ship on a yacht? Is that even possible? With McLisse, it is. A yacht— not too big, not too small, private and romantic. McLisse likes to keep it that way.

The photo reminds us of an unforgettable chapter in a Wattpad novel. It's like a lovely scene from a romantic movie. At first look, it seems too good to be true but once it sinks in, you'll go from "It's too good be true" to "It's so good and it's so true." Its caption gave us all the feels since McCoy used one of the fandom's most treasured words, ALWAYS. "ALL WAYS" added more depth to it. Joy, peace, warmth and security are written all over their faces. The post conveys an extraordinary feeling of freedom, a sense of contentment and infinite bliss.

The recent events, losses, madness in the government (grrrrr!) and the global pandemic somehow became our wake-up call and encouraged us to be more expressive, thoughtful and proactive. The pandemic also taught us to take a good care of ourselves and our loved ones. We only have one life to live so we should stop all our doubts and fears from getting the best of us. We should let happiness in. Right here, right now.

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A post shared by Mccoy De Leon (@mccoydeleon) on Aug 30, 2020 at 11:12am PDT

Yes. A good news dropped in the middle of a pandemic. It immediately became a symbol of hope for many of us who are slowly being eaten up by skepticism, animosity and hopelessness. We suddenly have a special reminder that things can get better in time. McCoy didn't just post to give a hint that his heart is at peace. He literally shared his joy to us. Every "finally" we encounter in the comment section stresses that they had been holding it in for the longest time.

The comment section is full of good vibes. Their celebrity friends, co-actors, the staffs they've worked with and the bloggers who consistently root for them couldn't help but express their happiness upon seeing the photo. Anyone could tell that they're genuinely happy for McLisse. The crying emojis, red hearts and words "SA WAKAS" and "FINALLY" definitely made a strong statement.

OUR STORY

It's no secret that McCoy had worked on several movie projects with new love interests and he even started a new business venture while Elisse landed as one of the leads in an afternoon TV series. She also got busy with her business.

McLisseians still expressed their support even in their solo projects. Every one clinged to hope and pride was set aside. We wanted them to feel that we are not just here for "kilig." As McLisseians, we knew that a part of us would always root for them even if they already stopped rooting for us. It was painful to hear them talking about us in past tense but we knew back then that deep down in our hearts, our love for them will always be stronger than our ego as shippers. We couldn't lecture them about love. The heart has a mind of its own. We could only check on them from afar and hope that they would be happy with whomever they'd end up with. It even came to a point where we had to let go and let God.

The super loyal, persistent and ever generous McLisseians continued to see the good in every opportunity. We completely understood that every opportunity they received would help them gain more knowledge and experience. Maturity took over. Each one of us learned to focus on the bright side of life with the vision that their new setup would benefit both of them. They would surely come out as better actors in the industry.

McCoy's post got many people saying "Sana all" but to be honest, McLisseians also had our own "Sana all" moments. We had so many what ifs in our list. McLisse's journey as a love team was quite short compared to others. We had to deal with multiple rejections, cancelled guestings/tours and media play during movie promotions. We got to see them acting with different partners and live with the thought that they aren't each other's first on-screen kiss. HEHE AT LEAST, MAY REAL-LIFE KISS. Ch0ur not ch0ur. Every shipper's dream is to collect many firsts and create more memories with his/her ship. Bittersweet, that's how we call it. McLisse had their own record of life-changing firsts but let's not forget that McLisseians had the privilege (Privilege!? Let's think positive. HAHAHAHA) to experience both reel and real pain earlier than the usual. The unimaginable transition and all the intentional shunning also disheartened us at one point. Sana ganito, sana ganyan. Sana maging okay na sila. Sana po mapagbigyan. It was a never-ending struggle of staying positive in the midst of chaos.

Their love team was slowly dissolved. They broke up and eventually got linked to different people. Right there and then, we knew that we had to know our place as shippers. In our hearts, we firmly believed that we could still make a difference.

McLisseians transformed into prayer warriors who fervently prayed for peace and reconciliation every single day. It was hard to see everything falling apart. We had to endure all the sudden changes, disturbing articles and heartbreaking announcements. We lost both reel and real, we had nothing to hold on to except one another, our faith and our belief that one day, they'll be able to face each other again with a smile.

2020. We started the year full of hope and it's safe to say that McLisseians had been waiting for this moment to come. McCoy kept on saying in his past interviews that they wanted to build a strong foundation first before hinting or confirming anything so we had to go along with it. It came naturally. Our GCs were filled with scoops and rumors. Some people had seen them going out again. We were ecstatic but our first instinct was to protect them. Wag mo ipost!!! Bawal! Ang kulit! Eh pero nasa FB na rin eh!?! Admin oh!!! Hayaan na natin sila, low-key muna tayo. 😂

We used to have petty fights over those things. We prayed a lot for things to get better but we never thought that "better" would mean McCoy and Elisse taking a risk and finally choosing each other again. Honestly, we were okay with them being friends after everything that happened but apparently, they're not okay with that. HAHAHAHAHUHU.

We were infuriated by some nasty articles and insensitive people. The world tested our patience. At times, we would think "McLisse, umamin na nga kayo please. Daming mema, mga kuwento na nakakainis at nakakagigil." It was really disappointing how some people took advantage of their situation. They even assumed that the two didn't reconnect at all. We patiently waited for interviews and other venues where they can freely express themselves. Nacancel TWBA dahil sa lockdown!? May interview? May digital presscon? Sana maghint na sila o magbigay kahit konting clue. McLisseians were hopeful at the very least.

(I had to keep all the excitement to myself. I respected their decision to stay in private so I just waited for a concrete proof/a fearless move from either one of them. And McCoy... Grabe. McCoy's post just blew my mind.)

McLisse is friends with every fandom. It's also nice to see other fandom appreciating our loyalty and our efforts. They would often commend us for sticking with McCoy and Elisse even if they had to part ways as on-screen partners. McLisse's recent update has become every fandom's glimmer of hope.

McCoy and Elisse were apart for quite a while. They went out with other people but eventually found their way back to each other. Love is indeed a verb. It's something that you keep on doing. You show up. You fight. You stay. McCoy and Elisse were able to get to know themselves more. They were able to realize the value of each other more than ever. McLisse will have more days together than the days they spent apart. Maaabot na nilang muli ang kanilang mga pangarap nang magkasama. *sobs*

The future isn't as scary as it seems. Optimism has found its way to us. We just know that we trust McCoy and Elisse so much. All the heartaches in the past inspired all of us to be indestructible. Tough times turned our fandom into one of the toughest fandoms out there. Their CHOICE put back all the pieces together. Mareng Kyla's prophecy was too powerful. Love really led them back to us.

McCoy and Elisse will always have each other. (OMGGGGG. IT'S REALLY TRUE,,, I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M WRITING THIS LINE,,, /CRIES IN THE CORNER/)

McLisse will always have us. Always... All ways. ♥️

[5hfanfiction]

our broken white rose ⇾ camren

a/n: hi guys…!!! i suck, I fuckin know. i haven’t updated since august and truly honestly, i have no excuse other than life happened and shit hit the fan. i kinda wanna explain so y'all know even tho most of you probably don’t give a fuck honestly. ok sooo for starters as some of you may know or knew but forgot, i have a fiancée and we were trying to get pregnant and have a kid awhile ago and she did successfully get pregnant and well… things have been hectic. looks like we’re expecting double the trouble. twin girls lol. um, idk it took me awhile to wrap my head around it. i kinda envisioned parenthood at one at a time even tho the possibility of multiple is there, i never thought it’d go down in my life. but i guess this is god’s plan for me and i’m gonna love those two girls with all my heart.

college has truly been kicking my ass, on top of my moody, grumpy and randomly sad as fuck fiancée, but i’m getting by. currently on winter break so i decided i’d finally sit down and update. my fiancée went out to south jersey to visit her parents and i’m here in north jersey with the house finally to myself. maybe i can make a mess without getting yelled at by her now fhdjdjdkd lol. anyways, that’s basically the gist of what’s been going on. college wants me dead, my fiancée is carry two fetuses inside her and her due date is approaching dangerously fast. lmao. don’t you live life? smh.

anyways, the last thing i wanna share with y'all before i start the story is, I HAVE A NEW BOOK THAT IM ACTUALLY GONNA BE COMMITTED TO COMING OUT RIGHT ATTER I PUBLISH THIS CHAPTER! its called ‘one night stand’ and yesss, it has smut. so please go check it out after this. i have some really cool ideas for it but i need feedback on whether i should waste my time continuing or not. for my tumblr readers, its most likely up on my wattpad as you read this so go follow it @ wthbello and add the book to your library. please comment and vote. with that being said, i hope you enjoy the story. make sure to read end of the chapter questions and answer them. thanks so much, enjoy my usual angst filed, depressing ass stories!

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“She what?” Both Camila and Lauren shouted in unison as they slowly but frantically followed after Lucy.

Lucy walked at a jagged pace desperately attempting to reach her rental as she explained. “She was granted parol and was released today. Janelle asked me to come see her today, you know, figure out a way to get her out. She was going on and on about how Lola had a plan to go and get your kids. Dustin, Lana and Luna. So I tracked you down to warn you,” she explained in a rushed tone as they finally reached her rented Mazda.

Camila eyes Lucy in suspicious, still anxious being around her after everything. “How did you even get out?” She asked before her eyes enlarged as realization struck. She looked at Lauren in panic. “T-The kids. They’re with Normani, she just took Dustin not too long ago,” Camila had completely forgotten all about Ariana. I’ll text her later, she thought distractedly as her two daughters and infant son came to mind.

Lucy stopped at the vehicle taking a deep breath. She looked them dead in the eye as she pulled the drivers side handle open. “I’ve been out for two months Camila,” the last thing on her mind was explaining her reasoning. She didn’t want to talk about. She didn’t feel she needed to talk about it. She just wanted to forget. Lucy climbed in the all black car, leaving her door open as she peered up at the two mother’s before her. “As for Normani, Tori’s got it,” Lucy smirked. “Now get the fuck in the car.”

Lauren spoke up for the first time in awhile, “What the hell is going on Lucia?” Her hands shook as she gazed down at the woman. So much built up anger and hatred yet confusion and hurt bubbled within her as she stared the woman down.

Lucy’s smirk soon fell as regret and sorrow filled her eyes. “I was terrible… to both of you. I fucked up so much in the last and this is my chance to fix it. Please. Trust me.”

Maybe a couple years ago, Lauren would jump at the thought of trusting Lucy. How couldn’t she? She’d never lie to her, correct? Wrong. For years, she was lied to and fooled to believe the love of her life, the mother of her children, was gone. And Lucy was an accomplice. She didn’t think she could ever trust the woman again. But something about the look in Lucy’s eyes seemed to draw her in. She wasn’t sure how she was feeling, but right now she knew her safety, Camila’s safety and hers were in severe danger with that crazy bat out.

Camila and Lauren both looked at each other before sharing a small, risky mutual agreement. Lauren rounded the vehicle and got in the passenger seat as Camila went into the back, sitting in the middle so she could peer at the two women in front of her.

“Where to?” Camila asked.

Lucy turned to look at the woman in the backseat, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Yakutat Alaska.”

***

“It feels so gross being back her,” Camila mumbled, hugging her arms loosely around herself as Lauren draped her own arm over her shoulder. She still didn’t know how she felt about her relationship with Lauren. The sudden proposal still replayed in her head but she didn’t have time to think about that right now. Her mind wondered as she thought about the safety of her kids and the weariness of Lola being out of prison… again. Her life just seemed to be a never ending pile of destruction and she just wanted to run away… like Lauren said. Her eyebrows furrowed as she turned to look at the woman next to her. She went to open her mouth and question her before shaking her head and deciding to keep it shut until later on.

“Tell me about it,” Lucy mumbled as she locked the doors of the rental car.

Lauren huffed softly, her grip on Camila tightening. “So are you gonna explain why we’re here?”

Lucy nodded distractedly as she smacked her lips and nodded off towards her right as they began walking towards a group of buildings. “Janelle told me that Lola was granted parole in Yakutat because this initially is where the crime took place which I think is complete bullshit because the original crime was when she falsified your murder in Florida. Yakutat is a small town, but so easy to escape. Lola can redo everything she’s ever planned. She can hire or even threaten her way around here and start up her ridiculous revenge plot. We need to end it before it starts.”

The brown eyed woman furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she released herself from Lauren’s hold and quickened her pace to walk beside Lucy as she began questioning. “End it how?” She asked in bewilderment. “Its Lola. She’ll just kill me for good now. You brought me all the way here just so she could do that, right? You’ve been working with her all along. You know I’m a moth-”

Lucy stopped abruptly, reaching out to grab Camila’s wrist in a forceful hold. The woman went to scream before her eyes landed on Lucy’s soft ones. Lucy slowly released Camila, running a distressed hand through her hair before turning to look at Lauren. “I’ve fucked up in the past. So much. I lost the love of my life, I watched as she hurt over someone who was still here, I watched as she raised two amazing independent girls on her own all while trying to manage her own internal heartbreak,” Lucy paused, staring deeply into Lauren’s pale green eyes. “I’ll do anything to amend my wrongs. I’m never going back to the way I use to be. I don’t want to, and I won’t allow myself to. I’m stronger, I’m better and my head is finally going down the right path,” she sighed shakily before turning back to Camila. “The last thing I want is to see get hurt again. I watched on the sidelines for too many goddamn years. I’m gonna make it right this time. Even if it means putting myself away for life.”

Lauren’s eyes widened in horror at the woman’s last sentence. “Lucy, what are you talking about?”

Hot tears stung the corner of Lucy’s eyes as she chewed on her bottom lip. “I’m gonna kill her. I have to,” with that she continued straight forward towards the group of buildings collectively lined up beside each other.

Camila and Lauren shared a regretful stare before quickly following chasing after Lucy.

“You can’t do that,”

“Come on be rational Lucy,”

“We can just go to the cops again,”

“Yeah, we can do that. You can’t ruin your life like tha-”

Suddenly whirling around, fire burned within Lucy’s brown eyes. “Go to the cops? And tell that what? That my crazy step sister is trying to kill the Camila Cabello? Huh? Do you know what’d happen to me?”

Camila stopped, breathing heavily. “Why do you care so much? Huh? Its my life Lucy. Please. Let me handle it.”

Chuckling bitterly to herself, Lucy shook her head. “It may be your life, but you know nothing about mine,” she stared off into the distance before shaking her head once again. “When Lola sends a group of correction officers to gang rape you every fucking day in jail, not being able to fight back because you’ll just be thrown into solitary, then speak to me. Everything isn’t about you.”

“Lu-”

“I’m gonna kill her, with or without you guys here,” Lucy stared them down before turning on her heel and walking away, both Camila and Lauren’s feet basically being glued to the ground as they watched in silent horror.

Camila turned to look at the mother of her children before whispering softly, “What do we do?”

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a/n: short ass chapter, just a filler for the shit about to go dddoooowwwnnnnn. omg, i know y'all hate me and that i’ve been gone for over five months and i’m sorry. life just happened and idk what else to say really. i’m back now and hopefully i stick around because i truly have missed writing so fuckin much. like a huge ass relief has washed over me because i absolutely love what i do and writing for people.

now welcome back to my world full of angst and drama (; i promise the camren fluff is coming soon. y'all have waited two books for it and it’s gonna be here in a few short chapters.

now, i have a brrraaannnndddd new book out called “one night stand” and its camren ofc. this book was really a spur of the moment type of thing but i already love what i have in store for it so far and i truly think i’m gonna be committed as fuck with this book. yes, it has smut. a lot of it actually. so please go check it out on my page, add it to your library.

of course, amazing cover creds to SLOTHTATO literally their work is fucking phenomenal. best cover maker on all of wattpad, idc, fight me. like look at this (obviously my tumblr readers can’t see it so go add the book in your library on my wattpad @ wthbello because it’s a sexy ass cover).

anyways, yeah, please go check that out. i’ve worked really hard on it and i really like where it’s going. it has angst, but definitely a lot less angst than this story right here. the angst in this is actually way more relatable to real life problems and stuff like that so once again, please go check it out after this.

don’t forget to vote, comment and answer end of the chapter questions below. if you’re a tumblr reading, come follow me on wattpad @ wthbello and add my new camren story 'one night stand’ to your library and read it and vote and comment and all that amazing stuff. thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed.

i’m a sucker for feedback and it’ll help me navigate where to go in the aspects of what my readers will enjoy (if y'all are still here since i’ve been so goddamn MIA lmao) so please answer at least a couple end of the chapter questions to the best of your abilities. again, if you’re from tumblr, head over to my wattpad so you can do that.

what do you think about this chapter?

what do you think will happen next?

how do you feel about lola being out?

how do you feel about lucy being out?

do you think lucy’s bluffing and she’s really working with lola?

where do you think tori and her mom are?

what do you think is/will happen with lauren and camila’s children?

what do you wanna see moving forth?

what are you least worried about?

what are you most worried about?

last but not least, how do you feel about camila’s new music and 5h’s album, lauren’s single, dinah’s feature, and 5h’s collab with pitbull? y'all knew i had to ask this since i haven’t been here since the day before the girls released their album lol.

anyways, thanks so much for reading. i appreciate so much if you’re still for some reason stick around, you have no possible idea how much it means to me and i’m forever grateful for you