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DAWN OF THE FINAL DAY
(though better yet, the car is packed and I am leaving within the hour :D I originally thought I'd stay through lunch and do the bulk of my driving tomorrow, but Grandma thought "leaving Sunday" meant "Sunday morning" and frankly this week has been stressful enough that I didn't dispute her)
#i want to have no regrets when she goes#and she... does a good job of making sure i won't have the.#them*#even though i do know i could do more#i can't feel bad about it when she's so rude and demeaning to the people around her#i know being her age must be hard. but the way she takes it out on everyone around her is awful#anyway i can still love what she was to me as a child#but i think four days was enough. i don't need to give her any longer#(not to mention the stress of trying to navigate the Land of Crumbs and Other People's Cooking)#yes i would like some cheese with my whine
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webtoon would be such a better app if they removed comments
#chernikocore#sucks all the joy out.... i have to see em everytime i finish a chapter#i usually try to click on the next page without reading em because its either the worst takes known to man or ppl being pricks for no reason#made the mistake of looking into the comments of a new one ive been reading abt a character who is mentally disabled/severely ill#and i immediately regretted it TT why are they so ableist#'hopefully shes not insane just traumatised đ„ș' 'i bet she's faking it. i hope she is' 'shes boring like this when will she talk properly'#???? why r u reading the story centred on a mentally ill person if u dont want them to be mentally ill#'its probably just the medication when it wears off im sure she'll be normal âșïž' im exploding you with my mind#if the author goes any of those routes im going to be so disappointed. most comics on there r the same thing again and again#ive found something interesting if it decides to make her 'normal' after a certain point ill scream#i want her to heal n recover from her abuse. i dont want to read a story about a girl being 'fixed' by a guy being nice to her#whatever!!!!! ive learned to not expect anything from webtoon comments.... ill try n skip em like i did before when i finish the chapters..#rant over im okay im okay
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grieving
#i guess thats why i feel so gross rn#its just. gnawing on me. regrets. loneliness. im tired#thats probably why ive been so insistent on working on something at all times. i dont like being alone with my thoughts#and now that i have a moment of silence its just. so loud#getting constant updates doesnt help. seeing my parents fight about it doesnt help. seeing others grieving differently doesnt help#i dont. i dont know#i dont think im gonna come to terms with any of this any time soon#i wasnt that close with my grandpa the past few years since covid but he was always there when i grew up without a dad#he was always a good person when i was a child. as i was an adult a little less so but thats how it goes right? and old people are like tha#it doesnt help that my mom doesnt talk very kindly of him. she loved her dad but is also very mean about him#i dont know. its so difficult for me to grasp#i dont know what to do with grief. it hurts but both not enough and also an overwhelming amount#i just...#funerals next week. i dont wanna do this#night is an absolute mess on main#im just afraid of losing everything. my family has never been that big and now both of my grandparents are gone#and my stepdads family has never accepted me in really so its. i dont know where i belong#it just hurts. i know i have people around but it feels like everyones leaving#i dont want to be alone. i cant
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Such is life
#I'm at peace now#Things could have gone better but I'm satisfied enough#Although it really goes to show how little she understood me#The one time she helped me feel better was when I practically forced her to do it while she complained how it wasn't going to help#I have some regrets about the way it went down but I'm glad that I did it anyway#I do wish I could have restrained my spite just a bit. But I was deeply hurt so of course I was going to lash out#Still her opinion doesn't matter to me anymore. If she wants to hate me that's her business#I no longer wish her any ill like I did before#I forgive her#It's time to move on
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Jdjdjdjdj YOUR ART IS PRETTY AND THE WAY YOU COLOR IS SO NEAT /POS
Also @ tweet
LITERAL IN MY NOTES APP LMAO
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very conflicted and confused GNC Unlabeled AFAB (who presents more masculine) Laios is about to get married before getting emotionally fed up with everything, (humans, parents, his sister be mistreated, feeling out of place/disliked, etc) decides fuck that mess, runs away at the alter, semi-catches up with Kabru and heads straight to the dungeon to explore. Whether anyone likes it or not! While Kabru tries to befriend and understand the person they slightly underestimated (thought was boring lol) and âunderâ observed. Falin is having fun adventuring only to receive news that Laios is gone/missing/left from thier parents and she is immediately off to find Laios with the help of her friends
as foretold
#literally though had AU in my brain similar#to this#expect it was a soon-to-be married Laios who realized when she was prepping and in her wedding gown that this life was NOT AT ALL#what they wanted#my au Laios uses any pronouns :]#briefly hiding and heading straight for the dugeons Kabru accidentally finds Laios but instead of turning them in#Laios goes on this semi-insane tangent about the few times that he has seen Kabru dallying about/the small chats they both have#and pretty much says how they want to be like Kabru#an adventurer . Kabru then bluntly asks if she can be along side them#Laios agrees almost exploding in excitement#(falin isnât in the dungeon or attack by the dragon . sheâs chilling with ALMOST the regular squad#senshi will appear later on lol#Kabru was on the surface. doing uhhh knight stuff (totally not cause this chick who is the fabled falin âunmentionedâ sibling#who sounded quite discontent about thier own wedding and lingering regret. mind you âŠ. :)#Genderbend Kabru and Laios but everyone is the same#sorry for the long ass tag . Iâll most likely never write this but still wanted to say something#OH FORGOT THE SIDE PLOT IS MORE SO ââWho framed Roger rabbitâ or in other words âwhere did Falinâs brother goâ#Falin still cause Laios her brother cause somebody was insulting them but Laios was like: wait I didnât mind that actually#gnc autistic gayass sibling duo ever#:]#SORRY FOR MY CRINGE ON YOUR POST OP /GEN /SRS
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My brain rot made me give into reading the Kikaider manga before I try to read inazuman and also I have nothing today or have anything to focus on and I was told this but oh my fucking god Mitsuko is such a worse character in the manga itâs actually painful but itâs in the way of how Michiru just exists, she still has a purpose in the story but her character is all over the fucking place cause she doesnât have a hate bias towards robots like the anime but even when Jiro chokes her she doesnât have a negative reaction to it-
But come the part where Jiro fights the bear robot and SHES JUST LIKE THIS???
So you donât insult him when he LITERALLY ATTACKS YOU but the moment he kills two robots you got to know for a little bit even though they were going to kill you you say this??? God even if I know people in my server when we got to the bear ep complain about Masaru being upset at Jiro it made more sense cause heâs a literal child, but Mitsuko is a TEENAGER yet doesnât understand the fact those two robots were clearly Gills???
Also Masaru overall is somehow more mature then his sister cause he saids this the next following chapter:
HOW DOES THE 8 YEAR OLD HAVE MORE SELF AWARENESS THAN THE TEENAGER, WHAT???
Thereâs so much more I could rant about like how in Golden Bat chapter they make her just be a damsel which bothered me cause while she was captured in the anime they LET HER do stuff in the house or how her feelings for Jiro are super forced here cause it happens the same chapter yet this chapter I sent the page to above she starts denying being in love with him which Iâm so GLAD the anime didnât do the âwill they wonât theyâ thing but I think these panels are enough and this is my second Kikaider text wall of the day đ
#meg text#android kikaider#i feel bad Iâm flooding the tag with semi rant shit but oh my gooood#I donât regret reading even if Iâm mainly doing this just to get to 01 part and I want to compare because the story still is interesting#but also the anime despite how much it cut out and tweaked is just way better then this so far- at least the first one#Like this pacing is so not good but also thereâs chapters where jiro goes on the most random plotlines#like after the bear chapter he goes to a dinosaur themed park??? What was the point of that???#imagine if the anime kept it people would say itâs filler when NO itâs just in the manga and old manga felt the need to do shit like this#cause this isnât just a Kikaider issue they wanted to be semi episodic but that kills the pacing a bit#even tho the first 3 chapters of Kikaider throw so much shit at you so they were going too fast#FYI minus the 5th ep cause thatâs anime original the first 3 chapters were basically split into 2 parts and are the beginning half#but yeah back to Mitsuko idk why I expected she be fine for a 70s women but this is actually painful#now Iâm more grateful for anime mitsuko even if her relationship with jiro still happens fast thereâs just more depth#and also given what they were working with + they had 12 episodes it was going to feel a little forced#But Iâll take a little force that has some build up over âoh yeah no this is JUST FORCEDâ#I still have respect for ishionmori but I hope his other girls in works are better then this cause man
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Noooo apparently Hope playdates with Olive are too exciting for her right now and she tries playing with Hoper. It's cute but she's supposed to have her movement restricted rn and she might bruise if she moves around too much like that
#She's healing VERY well tho and her incision is almost healed#But better safe than sorry#They said from 10-14 days and she'll be fully healed up and we're on day 11#So just a couple more days and she's in the clear#I REALLY. REALLY HOPE THAT GUY CAN TAKE RASCAL ON MONDAY/TUESDAY#LIKE ..... I HAVE AN APPT WITH THEM THE 12TH FOR OLIVE. I COULD JUST BRING RASCAL ALONG#AND GIVE HIM TO THE GUY THERE AND SAY MY GOODBYES ....#I am really sad about it though ... I don't want him to think it's because I don't love him ...#I want him to have the best he can have. I'm not that right now. It's not the right time for me to have another cat#I don't regret fostering him for a little over a month now and I'd definitely foster another animal#But fostering means he's gotta find a more permanent home sometime .... it's the right thing ...#I'm gonna bring him lots of treats to send him off with when he goes ...
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GOOD FOR THE HEART
country! vi x reader fluff, angst, smut (18+), slow(?)burn, wc. 13.6k
synopsis: an intimate bond forms between an ill farmer's daughter, desperate for a taste of the outside world, and the helpful part-timing cowgirl at the farm. OR vi wants you bad, and what better way to get to know you than sneak you around town?
content warnings: illness, NOT read over, foul language, smut so mdni/18+, fingering r!receiving, controlling parent, health worries, fainting, slight insecurity, emotional rollercoaster but a fun one!!
soundtrack:Â my girl (the temptations) | our love (curtis harding + jazmine sullivan) | | weâll never have sex (leith ross) | pillow (malcolm todd) | close to you (carpenters) | not a lot, just forever (adrianne lenker) | cool about it (boygenius) |Â pancakes for dinner (lizzy mcalpine)(this sounds sm like vi to me) | kiss me (sixpence none the richer) | i bet on losing dogs (mitski)Â aftercare (listen post-fic): force of nature (lizzy mcalpine)
Vi could strip naked right here, right now.Â
And with her well known spontaneous personality, she would. Especially under the hundred degree heat that preys upon her and forces the girlâs freckled skin to glisten. But a: sheâs with her siblings (enough said), and b: sheâs working outdoors at the Laurierâs farm. Meaning only a handful of yards away, tucked in that blue, yellow, and white idyllic house covered with blooming botanical life, stands Mr. Laurierâs orphic daughter.
Thatâs all Violetâs ever heard about you, from children playing on the street to adults roaming the town shops. Ever since her adoptive father suggested she take this summer job before she goes back to focusing on her college work. Ever since her siblings and family friend jumped to tag along after Mr. Laurier decided âthe more the merrierâ.Â
All thatâs been filling Violet Lane's ears is information about you, or, the lack thereof. How youâre always locked up in that big residence. How you used to roam the town just like any other little rascal until five years ago, at the age of thirteen, when something out of her knowledge occurred. How stunning you look in a sundress. She tried to block that one out.Â
âWhy is it that Myloâs drivinâ the tractor and not me?â Powder complains, pulling her clenched hand from the bag of chicken feed and tossing it on the ground for the horde to gobble.Â
âLast time you tried to drive something I started praying.â Ekko throws out. His bun shaped hair bobbles as he finally pulls that one stubborn carrot from the ground and places it in the basket.Â
âBesides Pow,â Violet starts, lifting a heavy brown box onto her shoulder and cradling it with just one arm. âYouâre doinâ fine taking care of the animals. Mylo would be scaring them to death.â The pink haired girl sighed out, looking around.
Her gaze landed on the decorated porch, and she pursued. Vi set the last of the boxes down with a soft grunt before straightening her back and lifting her arms, clasped at the fingers, over her head to get a well-deserved stretch.Â
The workerâs completely regretting her chosen position as the door swings open, and she looks heaven right in the eyes.Â
You stand there in a white lace sundress covered in a juicy red pattern of cherries, a smile sweet enough to give a sugar high plastered on your stunning face. Viâs gaze flickers down to your feet covered by red country boots. Above those are your soft looking hands holding a gift basket. When sheâs done examining you, her blue-gray eyes trail their way back to yoursâ and itâs like whiplash. Once again, sheâs blinded by those pearly whites and the tasty perfume radiating off of you. God help me, is the only phrase filling her mind because damn youâre ethereal.Â
âHi there, cowgirl.â Youâre going to send Vi into cardiac arrest with just your voice. Thankfully, she realizes she needs to respond, and quickly wipes the dopey grin (that she wasnât aware she had) off of her face.Â
Itâs not like everything is peaches and cream on your end. The girlâs tight white t-shirt is grasping onto her glistening biceps, her pretty bright eyes and the freckles that decorate her nose make her look blessed by the sun, and seeing such a beautiful yet handsome woman in a cowboy hat is doing foreign things to your stomach. âWowâ, is all your wandering mind formulates.
âHi there, miss Laurier,â she copies you in her lower voice, and you notice the slit on her lip as it curls up into a soft smirk. You shake your head at her words with a polite smile, insisting she call you by your name, which you offer up. She repeats it once perfectly, claiming it ârolls right off the tongueâ, and you crack a smile.Â
âMy father informed me that youâre the new help around here for the summer, so I decided to bake somethinâ for the five of you.â Youâre sticking out the basket, decorated with a pink bow on top, for Vi to take. She does and quickly takes a peek inside. Five snickerdoodle cookies and one large cherry pie. You do stay on theme, and so, it starts.
âThank you, cherry.â she cracks a smile that sends a shock down your body, and gently tips her hat.
Fourteen searing days pass on that farm, days filled with laughter, hard work, and the smell of life from the surrounding plants.Â
But not for you.Â
For each of those fourteen days, for the past one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days, youâve sat sideways in your window with your back against one side and your legs propped up on the wood. You read, journaled, book pressed flowers (that you had to sneak out front to get), took much needed resting breaks, tended to your pet lamb Daisy, and watched Footloose. Your sock-covered feet subtly shuffled side to side as if you were mimicking their dance moves in your head.Â
Vi watched as you sat there all those days in your open window. Half of your body out in the fresh air and half cooped back up inside like the past five years of your life. It was as if you yearned to experience life completely outside the window, but you couldnât. And so, you completed your daily activities the furthest away you could get.Â
Until your eighteenth birthday came along.Â
âLord, can you focus instead of stalking your âcherryâ,â Ekko mimics the pinkettâs voice with the last two words, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.Â
âBet she wants to pop her cherry.â Mylo snickers at his own joke, earning a slap to the nape from Claggor.
âLast warning Mylo. Donât talk about her like that.â she replies firmly, furrowed brows making a little scowl.Â
Claggor shakes his head softly, letting the tension between his siblings diffuse before speaking. âYou know, you should do something other than just stare at her all day. Itâs getting sad.âÂ
âLike?â the cowgirl responds with crossed arms.
âAsk her to hang out, obviously.â Powder pipes up, petting a sheep as she prepares to guide it inside the barn. âSheâs always lookinâ so lonely. Swear the only time she smiled this past week was when you complimented her on those blackberry muffins she baked us.âÂ
âYou know sheâs not supposed to come out, Laurier said so. Pretty sure thatâs why she stays upstairs, canât even come out on the porch when weâre here no more.â Violet huffs.
âYou think he thinks weâre a bad influence on her?â Ekko ask in confusion. Because truth be told, no one knew why you stayed locked up in that bright house, like a princess trapped in a tower. People knew better than to ask your father, and of course, they couldnât get to you. Maybe it was time for someone to be your knight in shining armor.
âDoesnât matter, heâs not even here right now.â Mylo insists.Â
So, after a long back and forth conversation of weighing the possibilities, Violetâs shoved over to the shrubs in front of your second story window. You notice her when sheâs there (youâve been sneaking glances at her every so often), shifting your position so that you can look down on her as she calls out your name.
âAfternoon, cowgirl,â you coo, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.Â
âHey there, angel,â she simply replies with that signature smile, and your hands clench the frame youâre leaning on a bit tighter. âWeâre done with the chores for today.â
âOh. Well, get home safely.â you hum, eyes dropping in what Vi hopes is discontent, because her next words will cheer you right up.Â
âActually, weâre not headed home just yet. The five of us are headed out into the woods over there for a little.. chat." The glowing sunlight illuminates her face as she nods her head to Mylo, whoâs allowing the brown paper bag to peek out of his backpack and into your vision. Alcohol. âWould you wanna come with us? Wonât take up too much of your time, I promise.â she asks with a cool voice but a pounding, fearful heart.Â
No.
Or at least, thatâs what you were supposed to say. Itâs what youâd normally say. As much as your ill heart ached to connect with others, as much as you wanted to venture out of your home, as much as this strawberry-haired helper made you want to explore new things youâd only ever seen in movies, your answer always had to be no.Â
But, unbeknownst to the others, today was your birthday. You had cautiously lived another year, and instead of feeling fulfilled, you only wonder how many you have left.Â
You wanted to live, not survive.
You stared in contemplation before backing up, shutting the window and rushing out of the girlâs sight.Â
Vi dropped her head down to the shrubs in front of her. Itâs over. She blew it.Â
âYou scared her!â Ekko teased, making the girl whip her head around to show an angry stare. But the displeased expression faded faster than it formed when the creaking of that back door met her ears, and Powder gasped in joy and disbelief.Â
âLead the way.â
The walk along the trail of the woods to a more secluded area with cut wood stumps as seats was anything but quiet. Powder was talking your ear off about everything mechanic she worked on, treating you like you were from the middle ages rather than just sheltered. Claggor and Mylo were leading, causing the group numerous wrong turns and unplanned âshortcutsâ (theyâd gotten lost along the way). Vi walked with Ekko on her left, quietly pumping her up and giving her the confidence sheâd need to âmake her moveâ.Â
But despite the various noises, she couldnât hear anything. Because strolling to her right was you, the girl sheâs been infatuated with since first glance. Sheâs trying to be discreet, examining the way your hair falls, your scent, the way you press your lips together in thought before answering a question. It took the platinum blonde boy next to her elbowing her side before she came back to the real world.Â
âI call first sip,â Powder squeaks, to which Violet scoffs, making a quip about how sheâs only sixteen and scolding anyone who attempts to offer her the bottle. The bluenette brings up the fact that the others arenât even the legal drinking age either, but itâs shut down because âan adult is an adultâ.
âWeâll bring a juice box for you next time.â Mylo smirks, taking a long drag from the bag before offering it out to you.Â
Despite the soft urge, you shake your head, because you know your limits. Your heartâs limits. Despite the fact that youâre ignoring the sweatiness of your palms and feeble limbs.Â
Mylo hums. âTwo juice boxes, then.âÂ
âMyloââ Vi scolds, finally coming out of her trance.Â
But her anger is cut short at the sound of a hearty chuckle coming from your mouth. And itâs the first time Viâs ever heard you laugh. Genuinely laugh. Itâs enough to bring stars to her already-bright eyes.
The conversation continues as the sun and clouds pass by. Eventually, the others are in a heated debate about the best character in some film youâve never heard of, leaving you and Violet to shyly shift your attention towards each other.
âIâm glad you came. I noticed you.. donât get out much?â Her tone is the gentlest itâs ever been.Â
âIâm glad you invited me.â You easily avert her indirect question. It eats you alive, the want to tell her everything about you. How you have a âbad heartâ as your father gently put it, and now you live your days mundanely so as to not risk triggering anything fatal. But the desire to live just one day in normalcy is stronger, and so you change topics.Â
âYou have very big muscles. I like them. Is that why you do most of the lifting things rather than herding cattle and such, like other cowgirls?âÂ
Vi feels her cheeks get toasty at the compliment and your almost-awkward forwardness. But you canât help it, youâve hardly had conversations with anyone but your father the past few years, let alone a handsome girl so close in age. It doesnât matter much though, because Vi loves it.
âNot a real cowgirl. Iâm only good for lifting what others canât.â She chuckles a bit. âI just happen to own a horseâ and I wear the hat of course⊠maybe the beltâs a little cowgirl-like too, but thatâs all.âÂ
You smirk because that makes her a cowgirl in your book, but you politely hum and say nothing.Â
The girl shifts her position to turn towards you more, and you swear your heart stops when one of her manspread knees leans against your crossed ones and makes no attempt to move. She examines your behavior, and when she sees the ghost of a smile on your lips, she leans on her opened legs slightly to get more comfortable.
âSo what do yâ do in that big house all day, angel? Must get lonely.âÂ
These nicknames are doing terribly good things to you.Â
You hum. Sheâs completely correct, but the last thing you want is for her to pity you. âBake a lot, shop in the catalogs, watch movies, write in my books.â You shrug. âOh, and I take care of my Daisy girl.â A smile graces your perfect lips.Â
âThat your dog? Never seen her around,â she asked with questioning brows.
âNo,â you giggle, sending Vi into heaven. So beautiful. âItâs my lamb.â
A beat passes before she responds, a glint in her eye. âSo I should be calling you Bo Peep?â she jokes.Â
You laugh, knocking your knees against hers in playful scolding. Simple words, simple touches, a simple gathering that may be day to day life for anyone else in the town. But for you, this was the best thing to happen in years.Â
âDaisyâs a sweet name, matches her sweetheart of an owner.â she compliments you, and you graze your hand over your heart because you canât decipher why itâs speeding up. âWe sound real rugged compared to you. Our dogâs name is Rusty. Powder chââÂ
âHey!âÂ
A deep, raspy voice calls out from behind you. A few of you whip your heads around to see the source of the noise, whereas others stand out of shock as the man comes into your sight. âWhat are yâall doing on my property? Get over here!â Heâs moving quickly towards the group, and Ekkoâs the first to move his feet.
âTime to go,â Vi says hastily, standing. Without thinking, she takes your hands and pulls you to a stand. âYou a good runner?âÂ
No. I donât know. I havenât had anywhere to run in years.
Thatâs what you shouldâve said, but as stated earlier, a life of normalcy for today. And so, you lie.
âSureâ yes, yes.âÂ
Vi nods at that, tightening her grasp on one of your hands as she rushes to exit along with the others. Your hands stay intertwined as the pair of you dash through the greenery, avoiding unfriendly hanging branches, jumping over logs, and ducking under leaves.Â
Youâre terrified. The same glistening sweat that forms in your clammy hands makes another appearance on your forehead. A prickle crawls its way up your throat, and suddenly youâre hacking into your elbow as the cowgirl guides you close to her body while you near the edge of the woods. Your little red problem pounds against your chest as if itâs begging you to stop, to give up before it does, but you canât.
The man moves quickly, but heâs no match for adolescents of the countryside. By the time you reach the fields of your farm, heâs nowhere to be found.Â
Powderâs hollering and cheers of victory sound broken, doubling and distilled, coupled with a soft ringing sound and pressure around your head that only grows the longer you stand. The only thing you can hear clearly is your quick panting. That deep red blood is draining from your head and blazing heat is left in its place.Â
A blurry and distant Violet comes into your impaired vision, and you feel the soft sensation of her cupping your face with worried hands. âCherry?âÂ
Your mindâs swirling with thousands of sensations, and your terrified breaths grow increasingly shallow until you canât fight to stay awake any longer, falling into the arms of Vi. Thereâs yelling, someone scooping you up into their protective arms, orders being thrown around as youâre rushed towards the house, then silence. Complete and utter silence.Â
The female lead is on your screen twirling and rolling her hips with glee for the third time this week, and you wonder if you'll get a chance to dance like that.
Itâd been three days since you fainted after running from the farmer down the trail, three days since youâve seen Violet (or any of the farm helpers), and three days since youâve felt that inexplicable warmth in the pit of your stomach.Â
While you rendered unconscious, Vi and the others scrambled to get your limp body inside. They laid you out on your bed, arguing about whether or not to call for help, because they had no clue what was wrong with you.
Of course, you woke up a couple minutes later as you always do. You were confused and terrified, but strictly instructed to rest by the friends who promised theyâd stay until your father arrived. Fatigued even more than normal, you complied.
When your father arrived home an hour later, he stumbled upon Powder placing an ice pack on your sleeping head, Claggor and Mylo pacing the room in worry, Ekko attempting to research what exactly would have caused your current state, and Violet looking sick to her stomach as she cradled your soft hands in her rough ones; praying to whoeverâs up there that youâd be fine.Â
Needless to say, once theyâd confessed to leaving for the woods and running back (leaving out every bit alcohol related), heâd been beyond furious, placing you on total lockdown for recovery and demanding the helpers avoid the farm for a couple of days. After youâd gotten your medication in you and recovered after a full day of rest, he chewed you out too. âYou know Iâm just trying to keep you safe.â
But you didnât want safe anymore, you wanted life.Â
And Violet walked right through your front door. Literally.
The pinkette runs a hand through her fluffy hair before securing the cowboy hat back on her head. Her eyes are searching the house for the kitchen when they land on you, and a wave of relief washes over her.
âHi, angel.âÂ
Your heart speeds up, and this time, you donât need to question it.Â
âHi Violet,â you coo shyly, standing from your comfy position on the couch and making your way over to her, hands clasped behind your back.Â
She wastes no time cradling your face in her calloused fingers, the pair of your soft breaths filling the silence as the girl looks over you, finishing her personal assessment before swiping a thumb across your cheek in gentle comfort.Â
âI was so worried about you,â the whisper fell from her lips without shame.Â
âIâm fine, really.â you speak in the same tone, leaning into her sweet hand.
âNo, youâre not.â That catches you off guard. âWhen your father saw what happened he panicked, said something about your heart and thought you wereâŠâ she let your mind fill the blank with a glint of pain in her blue-gray eyes. âYou wanna tell me whatâs going on?âÂ
Your eyes drop to the floor, and before you have time to think about it, you speak. âIâm sick. The bad kind of sick that doesnât just go away after a couple days.â you canât look her in the eyes as you speak, just placing a finger to your chest. âI have a âbad heartâ, as my father puts it. Donât have a lot of energy, canât do much without getting too overwhelmed, dizzy spells and such..âÂ
You expect to see a crack in Viâs sweet eyes, a sign of distaste, of regret for caring about a broken girl, but her gaze only softens and a tender hand moves a piece of hair from your face.Â
âThat why youâre cooped up in here?â she asks, even though she knows the answer. You nod.Â
Itâs silent for some time, and the two of you enjoy the otherâs presence in such a milestone moment.Â
âI have somethinâ for the five of you,â you finally speak, pulling from her affectionate grasp. She nods, wiping the worry she feels in the pit of her stomach away so that she can be there for you. You stroll into the kitchen with the cowgirl behind you, opening and rummaging around the fridge as she takes a needed seat at the marble island.Â
She looks over your attire. A big bright red sweater hangs off your shoulders that covers your shorts, and a white bow in your hair that brings a smile back to her face.
You turn back around, setting down a tiffany blue cupcake platter and perfectly made white-frosted cupcakes with a purple design in the middle. You then pull out some tupperware, transferring cupcakes into it as Vi speaks.Â
âTheyâre Violets,â she says in surprise and you giggle, only nodding your head.Â
Marry me she thinks, before coming up with something more plausible to say. âIs this what youâre studying in college? You're gonna be a chef or somethinâ angel?âÂ
You pause before barely shaking your head. âNot goinâ to college this year.. my father says I need a gap year before âmaking any big decisionsâ,â you scoff, because the truth is he just canât let you go. âWorries me though. He wonât go out and buy me any textbooks or anything, Iâm gonna go stupid.â you whine.
Vi presses her lips together, clearly sharing your discontent with the situation.Â
âWell, I know youâll do great when you go. Thereâs already a strong brain in that pretty head of yours,â she grins.Â
A smile forms against your will as you look up at the girl.Â
âYou think Iâm pretty, Violet?âÂ
She responds quickly, like the words spilled out of her heart rather than being formulated in her head. âI think youâre gorgeous. Whoeverâs up there took their time making you.âÂ
Comfortable silence ensues as the roomâs filled with pounding hearts and warm faces of passion. Finally, you finish packing up Viâs cupcakes and place the box in front of her. She thanks you, looking to the side in thought before an idea flickers across her face.Â
The girl rises, lifting the hat from her head and leaning over the marble to place it atop your surprised head. She doesnât wait for your reaction as she picks up the cupcake box and a wooden crate from the ground (what she shouldâve been doing in the first place). âKeep that safe for me until tomorrow, cherry.âÂ
âBut isnât tomorrow your day off?â you ask, flicking the front of the hat so itâs above your eyes.
âYeah. Iâm coming to see you tomorrow.â
The sun couldnât set and rise fast enough.Â
You waited in so much anticipation that you woke up an hour earlier, practically shoved your father out of the house with his breakfast, and spent any extra time at a mirror fixing an out of place hair or switching your outfit for the fifth time.Â
You donât know why you doâ why you care so much. But before you can think too hard on it, the sound of someone pulling into your driveway blesses your ears and thereâs six soft knocks at the front door.Â
And so it starts with you and Vi seated on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. Your backs lean against the lower portion of the soft matter, and Vi pulls out a book. Four books, to be exact. One for each core subject.
You furrowed your brows in confusion, looking from the pile of literature to the fluffy haired girl.Â
âI was thinkinâ I'd bring some textbooks to you since you canât get âem yourself. Iâm in my second year now so I wonât be needinâ these ones anymore.â She somehow speaks with both suave confidence and warm-faced fear in unison. âWe could make it a thing, yâknow. Preparing for classes together.âÂ
âYes!â You speak with starstruck orbs.Â
Violet laughed with relief, because if she had to be completely honest, that wasnât the only reason she was here. She didnât need this time to prepare, maybe a quick refresh before the year started, but she definitely didnât need to be studying during summer. But if it gave her a chance to connect with you, sheâd study until her brain burst.Â
The helpersâ off days were Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. So thatâs when Violet would pack her books, hop in her truck, and haul ass to your farm. Each session was the same. Youâd start out in comfortable silence reading your separate texts and answering questions or jotting notes down, then Violet would make a stupid joke about a picture in the book or get sidetracked by your bookshelf of dvds in front of her, and minutes later the room would be filled with fits of laughter, fuzzy brains, and your books completely discarded.Â
ââDirty dancingâ? Damn cherry, your father know you watch this stuff?â Vi grins, sliding the movie case back into its spot along the brown wooden shelf.Â
âItâs not that kinda movie, Violet. Itâs like.. set in the sixties.â you huff, holding back a smile at her playful words. The pinkette takes her seat next to you on the couch, manspread legs and a cunning smirk just inches away from your face.
âAnd what exactly is âone of those moviesâ, doll?â she teases.
You scoff.
âIâm sheltered, not stupid.â you play, a soft hand coming up to push against the girlâs arm.Â
Something flickers across the pinketteâs face before suddenly, sheâs on top of you.Â
Youâre pushed onto your back against the plush couch as pure muscle weighs above you, powerful hands swirl at your waist before your laughter fills her ears and your hand shoots out to grab at one of her arms. The pair of you struggle for power, pushing back and forth, twisting bodies, and yelling out competitive quips.Â
Finally, you smush the palm of your hand against Violetâs face, momentarily stunning her before the stronger girl grabs both of your wrists and pins them right above your head.Â
Soft panting and awestruck eyes decorate the both of you. The air is tighter, every inch of your body is suddenly aware of your positions, and no words are exchanged as you savor the feeling of her touch. God you feel weak, but you donât know whether to place the reasoning on Violet or your heart.Â
Violetâs about to lose it, because with the way your sweet eyes are trailing up her body to her face, her heart is clear.Â
She wantsâ no, craves you. Bad.Â
Itâs quiet for a moment longer before Vi clears her throat, reluctantly letting go of your wrists while moving back to stand.Â
âWe deserve a study break.â the cowgirl hums, crouching and examining the lower levels of the bookshelf.Â
âWe havenât even been studying,â you throw back and fix your skirt while sitting up. Vi finds the record sheâs been searching for, pulls it from its sleeve, and adjusts the player.
âOkay smart ass, we deserve a break.â she grins and the stylus hits the circular item.Â
A soft, sensual song makes its way through the air. Itâs older, a woman singing softly about her loverâs perfection, and you warm at the thought of a special someone fantasizing about you to the tune.Â
Vi stands in the middle of the spacious room, and when you donât move she waves her arm. âCâmere.â
You stand (a little quicker than you shouldâve), and make your way over. She wastes no time, gently moving one of your hands to her shoulder and intertwining fingers with your other. As for your free hand, she tenderly places it on your waist, looking for any discomfort in your face. All sheâs met with is big eyes of wonder and god, sheâs screwed.Â
âJust follow my lead.â sheâs speaking sensually under the music, thumb rubbing at your waist.Â
âOh please, I could dance circles around you.â you quip.
âIâm sure you could, doll. But itâs a slow dance, so we work together.â Your bodies move closer as she speaks, making you smile and lose the sassy attitude for a moment. Just a moment.
Angelic vocals encase the two of you. There are only sounds of that and gentle side steps before you speak once more.Â
âDid you know it was my birthday?â You stare straight into her eyes.
âWait, what?âÂ
âThe day we went to the woods. Is that why you asked me to come? Because it was my birthday?â you tilt your head.
She blinks twice before huffing a laugh. âNo, I didnât know. This mean I made you faint and get in trouble with your pops as a present?âÂ
You smile to yourself at the coincidence, holding her hand a bit tighter.Â
âHave you danced with someone like this before?â she asks.
You shake your head before pausing. âWell, once with my mother, but I was very little.âÂ
Viâs eyes soften a bit more. âIs she..?âÂ
You nod. âIt happened when I was eleven. She had the same problem as me, thatâs why heâs so protective.â Your voice is soft as you refer to your father. âI understand him, I really do, but Iâm just so tired of being separate from the world.â
The girl can only nod, the hand around your waist snakes around to your back and pulls closer until your bodies are almost plush against each other.Â
âThank you for trusting me with that,â she whispers. And suddenly, thereâs soft giggles. Youâre laughing because the tough, suave cowgirl you know can be such a sap.Â
Your laughter dies down and you shake your head before placing it between the crook of Viâs neck, softening into your sappy cowgirl. âTalk to me about something good,â you hum.
âIâm takinâ you out on a date Friday.âÂ
Your eyes widen and you pull your head back to look her in the eyes.
She stammers and mentally groans because youâre the only one who could ever make Violet Lane stammer. âWellâ if you say yes.âÂ
No.
Thatâs what youâre supposed to say, and what you should say. Not because of your fatherâs influence, not for your safety, but because youâre afraid. Afraid of the trouble you could get Vi into, of dealing with the unknown, but most importantly you were afraid of hurting her.Â
While you arenât bedridden, your life is fragile, and the thought of being a burden to Vi was heavy and present. How long could she stand you until she got tired of your neediness? How long until sheâs tired of hearing about all the things you canât do? Sheâs spontaneous, reckless, fun, and you thought she deserves to end up with someone just like that. Someone youâre not.Â
But right now, you want her, and she needs you, so you give her what you can.Â
âOf course,â you agree with a genuine, toothy smile, and the pinkette sighs of relief.Â
The song finally comes to a stop.Â
For the first time, youâre glad your father works all day long, because thereâs no way you could sneak someone as loud as Powder around your house.Â
Her squeals of embarrassment and your laughter echo from the kitchen throughout every room of your home. Your canvases and paints are neglected as you point an accusatory finger at a message on her screen. A message from âEkko <3â.Â
âI knew it! The way you talk to each otherâ âOh Ekko! Youâre just so smart,ââ you mock her, making the girlâs face change colors faster than youâve ever seen.Â
âI do not say things like that!â She yells back, making you giggle harder. âAnd we arenât dating.âÂ
âWhy not?â you whine. You clasp your hands as if a plea is about to fall from your lips when a ding rings throughout the room. You look down and gasp. A message from âLux <3â.Â
You pause, eyes flickering to the girl. âDo you have everyone saved with a heart?â
She shakes her head.Â
âJust those two?â
She nods.Â
âOh, this is just like the movies!â Your laughter repeats like a loop. The girl groans at you and moves her phone to the other end of the marble countertop. âIâm kiddingâ awhh, Powder!â
She shakes her head. âThis conversation is all the way over.â
It takes a moment for your giggles to die down, and soon youâre nudging the bluenetteâs shoulder with yours gently. âYouâll make the right decision, just donât waste time overthinking it. Follow your heart.âÂ
She raises her eyebrows, picking up her paintbrush. âI could give you the same advice.âÂ
You scoff out a laugh, gaze landing on your taunting medications in the corner of a counter. âMy heart is fighting itself. Wants two different things at once. Certainly canât have both.âÂ
âThen follow your mental heart, not your physical one.âÂ
You pause, brows furrowing as you look at her with suspicious eyes. âDid Violet..âÂ
Powder shakes her head before you can finish. âNo. She can keep a secret, especially for you. I connected the dots on my own,â she shrugs, swiping an electric blue line across the clean canvas. âYâknow, the meds, how protective your father is. Once, on one of your bad days, I looked through a window and saw you sitting down a third of the way up the stairs looking all dizzy and breathless. You fainting just tied it all together,â she hums.Â
You burn holes into the ground with your utterly ashamed gaze.
âI donât want anything bad to happen to you, but you should live the life you want rather than being trapped in one you yearn to escape. And you can count on that big baby to protect you.â You let out a little laugh, nodding at the younger girlâs sweet words.Â
âOh yeah, she wanted me to give you this. Dummy forgot it yesterday.âÂ
Powder sets the brush down and rummages around her tote bag that lays on the counter, pulling out a tiny black velvet box and handing it to you before turning back to her self-proclaimed masterpiece.Â
Your heart swells in the best way possible, and you flick open the little clasp to reveal a thick golden ring with two red dots and a green leaf in the middle. Itâs accompanied by a small white note with bright red writing.
âHappy birthday, cherry.â
âI knew they were together!â
You stare out of the windows of Viâs truck into the town square. Your gaze is fixed on Miss Medarda and Mister Talis, who are sitting suspiciously close to each other on a bench near one of the decorative fountains.Â
Vi fixes her dark brown hat as a laugh escapes her. âNo way, heâs always chatting up this guyâ one of the professors at U.P.â Vi refers to her college, and it takes you a second to understand.Â
âHis hand was on her thigh, Violet. That was pure romance.âÂ
Vi pauses, seemingly focused on the road ahead, but the lightbulb look behind her eyes that appears makes you think otherwise. âYeah, yeah, weâll see whoâs right.â she jokes after remembering she hadnât responded.Â
Vibrant sunlight hits almost every inch of the truck and illuminates the town that passes by as the pinkette turns down a road surrounded by greenery. You spin the gifted ring on your finger once, then twice, out of nervousness. Itâd been years since you left your house for anything but the doctorâs, let alone a date. A thousand and one possibilities whirled through your mind, but were quickly flushed out at the sound of Viâs voice.Â
âI see you got your gift,â she smiles, eyes flicking away from the road down to your ring and back. âI like how it looks on you.âÂ
She was skilled at putting up a flirtatious and unbothered front, because on the inside you had her absolutely melting. Out of all ten options, you chose to secure her gift on your left ring finger.Â
Youâll be the death of her, no doubt.Â
âItâs perfect,â you look over to her with hearts in your eyes. âThanks, cowgirl.âÂ
She nods, eyes flickering back down before she takes her right hand off of the wheel and down to thumb the end of your shorts. âI like these too, real damn pretty.âÂ
You giggle, and somehow the swarm of butterflies in your gut doubles in size, because instead of returning to the wheel, the girlâs hand is delicately placed onto your inner thigh. Her calloused hands gently cup your skin, and sheâs grateful you canât read minds because sheâs terrified of your potential reaction.
You canât fight the smile that crawls its way onto your warm face. The only thought that runs through your mind is how this is even better than the movies.
âWell I hope Iâm dressed well enough for whatever weâre doing today. Wish you woulda told me.â You finally reply, softening under her touch. You swear you hear her let out a little sigh of relief.Â
âThatâd ruin the surprise. Iâve gotta wow you.â she sends you a wink and your laughter fills the car with joy.Â
It doesnât take long until youâre pulling into the driveway of Violetâs house. Itâs beautiful, all brown and white with flowers out front that Powder planted herself, high school graduation yard signs, and fresh open space. Still, a panicked look sets on your face.Â
âWait, wait, Vanderâs gonna see meâ heâll tell my dad,â you stammer.
Vi cuts the engine, gently taking a hold of your chin to redirect your gaze as she speaks reassuringly. âHey, hey. Heâs not here you worrywart, wonât be home until late tonight.â Your eyes soften and you sigh. âBesides,â she starts, âweâre going over there.âÂ
Just past the house is a matching white and brown barn-esque building. Stables.
âSheâs so big!â you yell with awestruck eyes as Vi pulls the red roan out of the stables by the lead. âWhatâs her name? Whenâd you get her? Wow Iâve never seen one of these up close, mama was afraid of âem and my father doesnât ride.â You speak at rapid fire making Violet snicker.Â
âSlow down,â she instructs, standing between you and the hairy beauty. The girl takes your hand, placing it on the horseâs shoulder, giving you the okay to pet. âHer nameâs Gunner, she was my fifteenth birthday present, and I canât imagine your pops getting anywhere near a horse.â You playfully hit her with your unoccupied hand.Â
âGunner,â you whisper, âbadass.âÂ
Vi chuckles, because swearing sounds so foreign to you.
âYou ready?â She asks, slipping her black riding helmet on your head.
âWait, what?â
âYou think I brought you here just to stare at her?â she smirks, completely mesmerized by your face while tightening the straps of the protective gear. âWeâll go slow this time, I promise. Okay?âÂ
The promise of this happening again makes your heart flutter, and all of the gears in your brain stop spinning before you respond, âOkay.â
She helps you onto Gunner, patting the small of your back before hopping up right behind you. Her warm arms snake around your waist and grab hold of the reins in her hands. Her muscular front is smushed against your back, her head placed inches to the right of yours.Â
âNow, gently squeeze his middle with your calves,â she instructs.
You obey, and the red roan begins its walk. Itâs slow, peaceful, but such a new experience to you that a sweet gasp of surprise falls from your lips.Â
The two of you sit in silence, appreciating the comfort of each othersâ presence and warm golden light shining upon you as the beauty of nature captures you. In the green pasture of Viâs fields, you feel like youâre breathing for the first time in five long years.Â
Gunner simply walks for a few minutes as you point out pretty flowers that you pass and Violet mentally compiles a bouquet for you. Viâs talking about her years as a kid in this field. When sheâd lost (and found) her favorite toy bunny out here, or dared Mylo to walk through the vast field at the dead of night. Suddenly youâre begging to see some baby photos.Â
Itâs at this moment that everythingâs easy. Viâs admiring everything about you with eyes of love whenâ
Gunnerâs neigh sounds like a shriek of terror when three birds zip past, spooking the roan into a 180 and bolt away before Vi can make it out of her trance.Â
You yelp from the sudden change in speed, almost slipping off of the animal, but Viâs there to keep you securely fastened against her as she takes control of it. Just as fast as it changed, Gunnerâs speed slows to a stop. You can feel just how tense Vi is as she speaks.Â
âShit. Iâm so sorry, doll. She gets spooked so easily andâ god, Iâm sorry for scarinâ you.â
Itâs silent for a moment. The scariest moment of the pink haired girlâs life, because she canât see your twinkling grin that spreads from ear to ear before you laugh.Â
âThat was so cool!â you beam, leaning forward to pat at the horse. âNot so badass though, huh?â
After a few more apologies and you repeatedly telling Vi that it was fine, you two decided it was best to turn in for the day.Â
You sigh, sitting against the short wooden fence. âI wanna rest for a minute, that okay?â âI need to take a rest, I donât have any energyâ is what you actually mean, but you choose not to worry her.Â
She wastes no time plopping down onto the grass next to you, eyes raising to the baby blue sky. She gives you a few moments of silence, sneaking glances at your face every so often, before speaking.Â
âPowder and Claggor were talking about how awesome itâd be if we took you to a Seraphine concert. Think youâd like her music a lot.â she hums, smiling to herself.Â
âAnd one day, I'm gonna take you line dancing so we can settle our little debate once and for all.â Her grinning face is inches away from you and her overpowering scent of amber and musk ensues.Â
âOh really?â Your voice is soft as your head turns, looking Violet up and down with half-lidded eyes. âI think..âÂ
You quickly mount Viâs lap, pushing the girl onto her back and pinning those muscular arms right beside her head with both of your hands. Youâre both all giggles and grunts, and even though thereâs no way youâd stand a chance against her in a real tussle, she lets you win.Â
You lay there, one atop the other in a field of colors. The tension is so thick that not even a knife could cut it, and your grip softens when tender hands reach up to cup your face, a thumb stroking your cheek. The sun, her hands, her sparkling blue eyes, and the love radiating between the two of you has you all but melting. Youâre leaning down, inching closer each second, and just before Viâs dreams come true, you stop.Â
You pull back with newly glossy eyes, dismounting the girl while whispering apologies that get lodged in your throat. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry.âÂ
You want nothing more than to connect your lips and hearts, but you were so afraid. How long until she resents you? How long until itâs over? Youâd grown accustomed to heartaches, but never heartbreak.
But Violet craves you more than plants crave water, she needs you more than the Earth needs the sun. You just donât know it.Â
âHey,â she whispers, sitting up and holding your chin as if routine. âLook at me, angel.âÂ
You comply with built up tears that threaten to stain your cheeks.Â
âYou donât have to apologize for something like that,â she consoles, never looking away from your softened eyes. âWe can go as slow or as fast as you want, okay?âÂ
You wipe your tears with the side of your hand, choking out your words. âI justâ I donât want to disappoint you.â I donât want you to hate me once Iâm gone.Â
âDisappoint me?â She stiffles out a laugh. âYou donât know how bad I want you. But Iâll wait until the end of time if you ask me to, hell, Iâd lasso the moon and bring it down if you wanted.â
That makes you sniffle and let out a breathy laugh, bringing Violet some relief. The girl slowly inches forward to make sure youâre completely okay with it before placing a warmhearted kiss to your forehead. Itâs quick and simple, but causes an eruption of butterflies in your gut. Soon, your troubles are forgotten.Â
âLetâs get you home, yeah?âÂ
âWhatâd I say about keeping this door open?â Vi raises a brow, leaning against the doorframe as she stares at an unbothered Powder whoâs doing her mascara, and a flustered Ekko.Â
âMustâve been the wind.â Powder mutters.
âShe wouldnât listen!â He raises his hands in innocence from his position on a neon pink beanbag.
Itâs silent before the three burst out in laughter, and Viâs shaking her head as they catch their breath.Â
âHurry up though, weâre gonna be late to Laurierâs.âÂ
âNot today, Vi.â Vanderâs voice bellows from behind her, making her turn her head with furrowed brows. âHe gave the five of you a day off.âÂ
A smile graces Ekkoâs lips and Powder is whooping in the back, but Viâs lips drop into a subtle frown.Â
âAwhh,â Powder coos, âpoor Vi doesnât get to see her girlfriend today, how ever will she live?âÂ
The teens snicker, but the pinkette notices the uneasy look on his face, the one where he has something to say but just canât spit it out. âWhat?âÂ
The burly man runs a hand across his beard with a sigh.Â
âHis daughter.â The entire room pauses. âShe's terribly ill today, bedridden. Heâs staying home to watch over her so thereâs no need for farââ
Vander doesnât get to finish his explanation, because Viâs pulling the keys from her pocket and rushing past him towards the front door.Â
It takes almost running three red lights and a long, torturous talk with your father about being able to speak to you just for an hour, but at your bedroom door stands Vi, taking off her hat to look at you with big worried eyes. âCherry,â she calls out.Â
You feel absolutely horrendous.Â
Your breaths are shallow, your ankles feel swollen beyond belief (you thanked god Violet couldnât see them from under the blanket), and your eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, threatening to drop from fatigue.Â
âWhatâs going on? What can I do?â she asks, wasting no time walking over to your pretty bed and taking a seat right next to you.Â
You shake your pillow-elevated head, laying on your side to face her with a soft smile. âCanât do anything, itâs just a bad day.â You reach a hand out to grab her calloused one and intertwine your fingers. âJust glad youâre here.â
âHowâd you get past my father?â you whisper, relaxing into the soft matter.
Vi huffs out a laugh, readjusting to lay down as she speaks. âConvinced him that Iâm extremely knowledgeable in this area because Iâm studying to be in the medical field. So he thought itâd be fine if I watched over you while he feeds the cattle.âÂ
You giggle with a teasing look. âOh yeah, what have you learned?âÂ
âCherries are good for the heart,â she says all âmatter of factâ like. âThey have potassium and antioxidants to reduce inflammation.âÂ
âI should be the one calling you cherry, then.â You hum. You donât know how much it means to Vi to hear that sheâs âgood for youâ.
Itâs quiet again, and you spend time shamelessly looking over every inch of the girlâs face, landing on her powder-blue orbs. âYou know, your children would have some beautiful eyes.âÂ
âAnd yours would be beautiful all around,â thereâs not a trace of doubt in her voice. âWhat would you name them?â She asks and throws out silly names as you look around in thought, âBatman? Lice? Maddie?âÂ
âHow is Maddie as bad as those names?âÂ
âI just donât like it!â
Your giggles fill the room before you shake your intertwined hand. âMaybe either.. Josie or Clementine? They sound.. warm. Safe.âÂ
Vi nods, pulling you closer into her chest and draping an arm over you that cradles your back, âJosie it is.â
Your ears burn as you nuzzle into her. âAnd weâll live in a big pretty house in the city, surrounded by noise and culture and life.â You wished so badly.Â
âWe?â Vi asks.
âMe, Josie⊠and you.â You look up at her with the last of your bodyâs strength. âIf youâll join us.âÂ
That spark in Violetâs stomach has grown to a full fire heating her body. Her dream girlâs lying in her arms, talking her ears off about their hypothetical future together, all while looking up at her with pupils blown wide as if sheâs your knight in shining armor.
âOf course,â she agrees, âbut weâll have to bring Rusty and Gunner along.âÂ
You snicker with a nod. âSounds perfect.âÂ
Thereâs a glint in the girlâs eyes as she trails her hand up your back to the soft skin of your face. âA pretty house, an adorable daughter, my rascal animals,â you let out a weak laugh, âand my pretty girl to share it all with.â
Your heart skips a beat. âYours?â you tease.
âYeah, mine.âÂ
Sheâs tracing meaningless patterns on your neck with one hand while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear with the other. And god, whatever this feeling is itâs too good, too sweet, too sensual. Your waiting lips are slightly agape in awe, and it doesnât take long before Vi whispers, âCan I?âÂ
This time, âyesâ is the only word that pops into your brain and slips from your mouth as Viâs lips crash into yours.Â
Her lips are melting into yours with so much intensity that itâs hard to keep up. You let her take the lead while your scents, minds, and tongues mix together in a bundle of passion. Her grip around you never loosens. Fingers thread through your hair, and her slightly chapped lips dread leaving yours, because your kisses are the air she needs to breathe.Â
A whine falls from you when she reluctantly pulls away from your sweet mouth, placing four chaste kisses on your cheeks, nose, and forehead.Â
âYou need to rest,â she coos, peppering your forehead with another (much needed) kiss, and keeping the close proximity as her arms wrap around you. Thereâs no argument, because the adrenaline rush from her kiss is wearing off and that wave of exhaustion snakes its way back.Â
There you lay, bodies intertwined and souls tying as the sound of Viâs healthy heartbeat lulls you to sleep.Â
Once youâre out, you stay sound asleep as Vi hesitantly leaves your bed.
You stay sound asleep as she trots downstairs where your father places weights of guilt upon her, claiming he knows you two have been sneaking around, and itâs her fault youâre in this current state.Â
You stay sound asleep as he demands she doesnât return to the farm, permanently.Â
With every inch of your worn down heart, you hate Violet Lane.Â
And while deep down you know thatâs not the slightest bit true, you still act like it.Â
When you woke up the next day, the birds singing and a beaming face as you skipped downstairs to hug your father good morning, the last thing you expected was to hear the all too confusing news that Vi had quit. Along with the rest of her siblings and friend just an hour after.Â
Unfortunately, you were none the wiser, and slowly sulked up the stairs and sank into your bed where you cried yourself back to sleep.Â
For the first couple days, it didnât make sense. The way she looked at you with those big puppy dog eyes, her tender care, the ways she spoke to and about you, it all seemed so real. It had to be real.Â
On day three, you decided that acting was just one of her many skills.Â
By day four, you had it figured out, or so you thought. Vi was a flirtatious asshole who wanted nothing more than some street credit for kissing the untouchable, locked up, sick princess right under her overbearing fatherâs nose. Coming to and believing such a conclusion felt like a stab in the side, and the knife only twisted when you factored in the fact that the others mustâve known about this, which is why they left alongside her.Â
You thought youâd become accustomed to all of the heart pains in the world, but you were wrong.
Tears fell from your eyes like a waterfall until they grew dry, your baking pans yearned to be used but were shoved away into a cabinet, and what hurt the most was knowing your father was right for keeping you locked up all these years. You werenât free, but you were safe.Â
Finally, on day five, youâre engulfed by the plush matter of your couch when thereâs six knocks at the door and someoneâs calling out for you: âCherry?âÂ
You scoff at her audacity.Â
When you storm over and yank open the door with the meanest glare Viâs ever seen from the prettiest girl she knows, youâre met with Ekko leaning against your white picket fence with his arms crossed, Powder standing next to him with a worried face, Claggor and Mylo relaxed against Viâs bright red truck, and said truck-driver right in front of you looking absolutely sick.Â
And you slam the door right in her backstabbing face.
âSeriously?â Vi huffs out, earning a stifled laugh and whistle from Mylo.
âGo away, Violet.â You yell through the door, voice the sternest sheâs ever heard.
âFuck no. Whatâs going on?â
âWhy donât you tell me?â you counter, back pressed against your barrier. âYou got all that you wanted from me, and then you quit and disappear from my life. So why are you back, huh?âÂ
Youâre lucky youâre packed with pent up anger, because tears are bubbling in the corners of your eyes and yelling is the only thing keeping them from spilling over.
âWhat?â the pinkette's completely taken aback, because she has no clue what youâre on about.Â
âThatâs notââ she sighs, lowering her voice before speaking. âIâll never get enough of you. Iâd take a thousand kisses and so, so much more if youâd let me, but thatâs not why I see you, angel.â
Your eyes soften and hurt brows furrow because damn, sheâs a good actress.Â
âAnd I didnât quit. That afternoon when you fell asleep, your old man practically dragged me out of your house and fired me. Said I caused your symptoms to worsen. I thought Iâd lay low for a few daysâ and believe me when I say these were the hardest days of my life, but I didnât want to get you in any trouble.âÂ
Your bottom lip is bitten red until you finally cave, creeping the door open just enough to show your face.
âYou promise?â you ask, and Violetâs heart is aching.Â
âCross my heart.â she replies.
Thatâs all it takes for you to swing the door open and jump into her arms. She stumbles back in surprise before applying the same force, arms wrapping around your waist as she melts into yours cradling her neck.Â
Youâre sniffling, taking deep breaths before you speak. âReally thought you left me,â you croak out.Â
âYouâre not getting rid of me that easily.â she teases, placing a tender kiss on your forehead as you giggle and blink away tears.Â
âNow go get changed, weâre going out,â a grin tugs at the corner of her lips when your happy eyes make contact with hers. You blink, an idea flashing across your face, before pulling her inside by the wrist, yelling âjust a minute!â to the others, before hastily shutting the door.Â
Violetâs eyes graze over every last atom of your body as your hips sway in front of her, babbling with Powder about who knows what, because she hasnât been focused since you dragged her into your bedroom âinnocentlyâ needing help with your outfit.Â
She stood in your doorway curiously, thinking sheâd only be there for a second, maybe youâd never been to a rodeo and needed advice.Â
That was, until you paused at your walk in closet, a cheeky smirk on your lips that Vi desperately wanted to taste as you nod your head towards the bed. âSit.âÂ
And she obeyed, manspread legs at the edge of your bed as you walk infront of her with a few items on white hangers. All frills, lace, denim skirts and shorts, and Viâs reasonably concluded she died and went to heaven.Â
âI could wear..â you shift the hangers around, âthis with this skirt, or maybe these shorts and.. ooh, these boots match my panties.â You get a rise out of seeing the usually suave girl short circuit at the words that bless her ears. Definitely in heaven.Â
But Vi came to the realization that she was, in fact, alive. Because her heart truly stopped beating when she helped you settle on your pieces, threw her a sugary sweet âthanks, Vi,â did a casual 180, and stuck your ass out to drag your skirt down painfully slow.Â
Oh, those boots do match your panties.Â
Now here you stand in a lacy red top, denim shorts that have her thanking god for your creation, and matching cherry red cowgirl boots that graced her eyes the first day you met.Â
Neverending chatter fills your ears from other attendees, the overwhelming scent of kettle popcorn from a nearby booth stuffs your nostrils, and you see Ekko nudge at Vi, saying something that you canât hear over the bluenette beside you talking your ear off about the stunning horses she sees.Â
Suddenly, Viâs walking up to you and smushing her hat onto your head with her famous smirk. âKeep it safe for me, doll?â
You nod mindlessly, a hand coming up to fix its position on your head.Â
âWhere ya goinâ?â Powder calls out to the platinum blonde boy whoâs ushering Vi to hurry up.
âOur annual face off,â he throws her a wink, and the girlâs rolling her eyes with a playful scoff.Â
Before you can even ask, sheâs locking arms with you and dragging you along to an even more crowded area. Thereâs various groups of people surrounding a blocked off area containing a big, black, circular inflatable mat. And directly in the middle is a mischievous brown mechanical bull.Â
âAre they..â and your question is deemed useless when Ekko mounts the hairy machine, pumping his hands up in motion for the crowd to whoop and holler. Of course, they do.Â
Ekko does good, to say the least.
One hand grips the bull while the other is thrown up into the air as the machine thrashes him and his white locs every which way. The intensity increases as it tauntingly speeds up, thrashing harder, and spinning recklessly. Finally, heâs bucked off, rolling to a stand and flashing his pearly whites as the crowd cheers.
A giggle falls from your mouth as your hip nudges Powder whoâs in complete awe, and she warms in embarrassment.Â
Vi and Ekko fake tension, sending joking competitive glares as they switch places. Now itâs the pink haired cowgirl thatâs mounting the mechanical animal.Â
You never thought youâd be admiring this sort of thing, but Violetâs never fails to twist your stomach in knots.
With a hand gripping the bull and the other resting on the back of her head, she bucks her hips back and forth to counter the thrashing machine. Sheâs focused, her sculpted muscles flexing as she holds on tight, but a cocky smile is plastered on her face with teeth biting down on her rosy lips.Â
Surrounding girls (including yourself) are wooing at the sight.Â
Vi makes it through the most chaotic shakes and spins as the bull finally comes to a controlled stop, and youâre cheering louder than you ever thought you could.Â
âWoo! Hell yeah!â you cry out. The girlâs cheesing harder than ever when she hears your support, and the smile lasts all the way over to a fake booing Ekko who rolls his eyes and slips her a twenty dollar bill from his pocket.Â
You and Powder unlock arms to move over to the riders. A chuckle of amusement spills from you, and youâre securing Violetâs hat back over her fluffy hair. âThat was real impressive, cowgirl.âÂ
âYeah?â she coos.Â
âYeah.â The atmosphere grows heavier, each of your eyes searching the otherâs like thereâs treasure to find. But your little staring contest as Claggor speaks.Â
âEarth to lovebirds,â he hums politely. âYou coming?âÂ
Youâre quick to nod, but Vi gently holds your wrist, making you pause. âActually, I wanted to show cherry around some more. Catch up later?â She asks, but sheâs already pulling you away before Claggor nods in agreement and the group goes in the opposite direction as you.Â
You speed up, feet coming into step with the girl whoâs needily pulling you. Her silent prayers are answered when she spots a more secluded area behind a building and some fences.Â
âVi,â you snicker, cheeks warming in nervousness, âwhat are we doing?âÂ
She hums through half lidded orbs, hands finding their place on your hips and hastily pushing you against the wall that covers the two of you from the eyes of others. Youâre looking up at her with the sweetest glint in your eyes and itâs driving her absolutely mad.Â
âYou said I was real impressive, right?â Her voice is smoother, breathier.Â
Ohh.
You tilt your head, teeth chewing on your abused bottom lip before you mutter. âThatâs right.. think you deserve a reward, huh?âÂ
âExactly what I was thinkinâ, sweetheart.âÂ
The newfound nickname is sending a shiver up your spine that transforms into a blazing warmth when Viâs lips fit into yours like puzzle pieces. This time, messy limbs are thrown over each other. Your hand travels from her hands that are cradling your heated face, down to her abs (making her shiver as you scrape your nails across), to tangle in what pink locks arenât captured by her hat.Â
A strong hand makes its way around your waist, pulling you dangerously closer to rub against her body. God, sheâs good at this.
âVi..â youâre finally able to whisper as she trails kisses along your jaw and down to your neck. You can feel her smirk against the area where she peppers you with affection.Â
And itâs perfect.
Not just the way sheâs kissing you, or the fact that youâre kissing at all. Itâs the environment, the feelings, the friendships that youâve made with the others, the fact that for today, youâre living a normal life. Itâs the fact that for a moment, you can cheer on your friends in a competition, you can lock arms with a friend and woo over others, you can get lost in passionate kisses with a girl and not have another care in the world.Â
You wished it could stay this way forever.Â
You lose all sense of shame, letting a soft grunt slip from your lips at the feeling of teeth and a âpopâ on your neck. Itâs only a matter of seconds before both of your eyes widen and Viâs pulling back with a crooked smile on her face.Â
âDid you..âÂ
She wordlessly eyes the red-purple love bite forming on the back-side of your neck, just below your ear.Â
âViolet!â you drag out with a whine, sending her into a soft fit of laughter. She feels guilty, but youâre just too cute.Â
You have a love-hate relationship with the neon lights that are beaming throughout the spacious room that brings more noise than youâve heard in the past five yearsâ maybe more than your entire life.Â
On one hand, the flashing colors are starting to give you a major headache. On the other, the red glow that decorates Violetâs face as she grins down at you has your insides doing summersaults.Â
Nevermind. You love the lights.Â
âCâmon yâall,â Powder calls out with a chipper expression. Ekkoâs standing properly in line and his blue haired companion, whoâs already freestyling, spins out of control and squeals up a storm.Â
âYou ready?â Viâs words kiss your ear as she holds both of your hands, pulling you out to the dance floor.Â
âAre you?âÂ
Your sass has her laughing, and she brings her tongue out to wet her bottom lip. âFollow my lead, cherry.âÂ
And for a few moments, you do. All of the surrounding crowd dances the same to the upbeat, fast-paced country song that pierces your ears, so you replicate Viâs mixed steps and cute little head tilts with her hand on that chocolate hat.Â
But then the song changes, itâs more passion filled and fiery. All it takes is Powder spinning out of line and shamelessly making her own moves before youâre formulating the steps in your head. From movies you watched religiously to mindlessly shuffling your own feet late at night, you danced for the little girl who longed to have fun, who longed to be free.Â
Youâre clicking the heels of your boots against the ground, moving your hips as fluid as water, and bringing your hands up just for them to slide down your sides with a heart-stopping smile tugging at your lips.Â
Violetâs in awe, because her girlâs fearless and full of smiles, and she couldnât be happier for you.Â
And thereâs no doubt in her mind that this is the only girl sheâll ever want, need, crave.Â
She whistles, looking up and down with the most amused expression youâve ever encountered. âJesus, alright you win, doll.â
âYeah?â The tease comes out a bit breathless, but you play it off as dancing too wildly.
You look at the pink haired beauty through thick lashes. Inching dangerously closer as you sway, Violetâs hands have a powerful hold on your soft waist. You stumble over your feet once, then twice, and she notices.Â
âSlow down there cowgirl,â she chuckles, but her gaze is tender under the carefree mask. âYou alright?â
Itâs unbearably toasty in the room, and you feel two times hotter with each passing second. But you donât want it to end, so you wave her off, throwing out an âIâm good!â
But youâre not, and itâs evident on your face when the small âheadacheâ turns to tight pressure smothering your scalp, and youâre losing your balance as you search for an exit.Â
âI just need some air,â you mumble, turning your head. The room shifted under your feet, vision blurring in a haze. You took three measly steps forward, and on your fourth, you crumbled.
Your body gives out under you, and Viâs right there to catch you when it does. Her arms snake around your waist to hold you up before she lifts you in her arms with big eyes and wavering lips.Â
âShit. Ekko, come here! Powder, go get Mylo and Claggor.âÂ
The five haul ass to Viâs truck, the pinkette tossing her keys to Ekko as he and Mylo hop in the front. She, Claggor, and Powder take seats in the bed of the truck. When you finally come to, your back is laid against Viâs worrisome chest, and you get the fresh air you were looking for from the speed Ekkoâs driving to get you home.Â
But when you pull into the driveway of your home, thereâs already a car waiting for you, and there stands your father with his arms crossed and pure fury in his eyes.Â
And youâre in so much fucking trouble.Â
The others attempt to plead your case, in good ways and in bad, as the man scolds everyone in sight.
âMister, we just went out to dance.âÂ
âSheâs not a child you know, you canât keep her cooped up here forever.â
âPlease just understand.âÂ
Everything goes in one ear and out the other, because in the chaos silently sits you and Violet. Youâre still breathless, and this headache is gonna last longer than you want it to, but you relax into the warmth of Vi for one last time.Â
You pull back, ignoring the spike of pain that flashes across your brain, and turn to the girl with a tight lipped smile. âIâm sorry, you guys should just go.âÂ
She looks pained, like she wants to say something, she wants to help. But she nods, placing a chaste kiss to your temple just as youâre sliding out of the truck bed and over to your father. He hastily drags you inside while you bid farewell to your moping knights.
With every inch of your worn down heart, you love Violet Lane.Â
And youâre not an idiot, youâre sure she loves you too.Â
Thatâs what makes coming to a conclusion impossible on almost every level.Â
Your physical heart says this is the most idiotic decision youâve made in your entire life. Youâve had worse symptoms than normal, youâre putting yourself in danger in the name of âfunâ, and the thought thatâs lingering in the back of everyoneâs mind is one you canât ignore: just how long will you make it?Â
Your mental heart says this is the best thing youâve ever done. Youâre happy, youâre in love, you have real friends, and youâre finally starting to see the point in living. Not just from a tv screen or the books your father supplies, but through your own eyes and experiences. And even though your father seemed overbearing, you know heâs afraid. Heâs taken on all of the worry and stress so that you donât have to. If you wanted something to change, you had to take the leap yourself. But youâre not sure you can.
Thereâs six knocks at the door, and you stay seated in your position on the couch. âItâs open,â you call out.
The clack of familiar boots enter the room, and a wave of musk and amber suffocate you when Vi walks past you to sit at your side.Â
Itâs silent. Not your comfortable, daydream filled state of silence that Vi could watch you in forever. Itâs awkward, strangulating silence, and she canât take it.
âYesterday was..â
â...amazing.â âA mistake.âÂ
You speak at the same time, eyes flickering at each other's response.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â Vi asks, setting her textbooks down. You donât miss the newfound waver in the back of her voice.Â
You donât respond. You donât want to go through with this conversation.
â..Is this about the hickey?â she flashes a strained smile, âIâm sorry if he saw it, doll. Reallââ
âThis isnât a joke, Violet.â you finally speak, eyes strictly trained down on your fiddling hands in your lap. The tears are bubbling at your eyelids and that itchy, sore feeling is crawling its way up your throat.Â
âThen what is it about? You and your dad? Look, I can talk to him, Iâll make things right.â Her voice is increasingly wavered, desperate, scared.Â
âOurââ you inhale a shaky breath, ââ this, us, whatever we are is an inconvenience. An inconvenience to my father, an inconvenience to my health, an inconvenience to you.â Your voice breaks with the last word. âIâm a burden Violet, face it.â
You canât see it with the tears blurring your vision, but Viâs shaking her head in horror. âNo. No, what are you going on about? You arenââÂ
âGod just face it, Vi. All you wanted was to love a girl and you got a defective one.â You spit the words out like they sting on your tongue. âSoon, youâll be annoyed by everything I canât do and bored of everything I can.âÂ
âMaybe weâre just notâŠâ you canât continue as silent tears transform into quiet little sobs.Â
Viâs heart aches as she kneels down on the floor in front of you, examining your now puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. She wants nothing more than to kiss the pain away, but first she has to fix that worrisome little mind of yours.
One hand intertwines with your anxious ones, and the other reaches up as rough fingers delicately hold your chin, a soft thumb rubs back and forth against your cheek. She whispers out your name with a voice thatâs holding back sadness of her own. When youâre finally ready to look at her, she smiles delicately.
âYou donât know how bad I want you. But Iâll wait until the end of time if you ask me to. Iâd lasso the moon and bring it down for you if you asked.â You recognize her sweet words from your first date, and youâre weakly melting into the palm of her hand thatâs sliding to cup your face.Â
âI meant it then, and I mean it now,â she whispers. âI will never be annoyed by what you can or canât doâ god, I'd sit here and talk to you about slugs all day everyday if thatâs what you really wanted.â That has you scoffing, fighting back a smile at her silly words.Â
âLove isnât about the activities you can or canât do, itâs about a connection, our connection, and what we do with it. So, you can get rid of me if this is all true and thatâs what you really want, but I will never stop loving you.â Sheâs speaking so sweetly, and before she even finishes her sentence youâve made up your mind.Â
âYouâre good for my heart, cherry.âÂ
Those are the last words she can get out before youâre throwing yourself forward and locking lips with the love of your life.Â
It starts off slow, soft, an apology for the rollercoaster of emotions and blunder of nonsense you put yourselves through. Then, Viâs hands are cupping your face and the back of your head while yours are thrown around her neck. Itâs needier, sloppier, and her tongue slipping into your mouth shows itâs moved from an apology to âlet me make you feel betterâ.
You hum into the kisses with pleasure, but you wanted more. Needed more. Without hesitation, you slip a hand under Viâs tight t-shirt, running a hand up and down her abs.
The action sends a shiver down her spine, and you gasp in surprise when the sculpted girl wraps your legs around her waist and lifts you into her arms.Â
Youâre giggling as she walks up the stairs and into your bedroom. Your litter smooches down her jaw and to that neglected neck, mimicking what sheâs done for you. Vi slips a hand under the back of your shirt, making you hum into her neck at the warmth.Â
Pop.
A devilish grin graces your angelic face when you pull back, eyes flickering from Violetâs to the bruise on her neck.Â
The girl grins, catching your mouth in a wet kiss. âYouâre asking for more, yâknow,â she warns, and her lustful eyes are turning your brain to mush. Â
âGood. I want more. Need you all over me,âÂ
Your confident words are canceled out by a sweet gasp that leaves you when Vi bucks her hips.Â
âYouâve gotta say it then,â she orders.
âSay.. what?âÂ
She chuckles. âTell me what you want, baby.âÂ
You swear thereâs a pool of slick in your underwear.Â
âWant you to fuck me till I cum, please please please,â you beg, hiding in the crook of her neck.
âFuck,â is all she can choke out, because sheâs never wanted wanted a girl this fucking much. Your begging is all she needs to hear before sheâs stripping you out of your top, unclasping your pretty bra with one hand, and flipping you over onto your back.Â
Youâre throwing your head back with a soft moan, running a hand through her pink strands while Vi latches onto one of your rock hard nipples. Her hand trails down your abdomen and to your pretty little skirt. The fabric slides down your legs and off your delicate ankles, and the girlâs gawking at your panties.Â
âVi, please please,â you moan in impatience.Â
She lets out a cruel chuckle, fingertips pulling down the fabric thatâs completely drenched by your arousal.Â
Holy fuck.Â
Sheâs moving faster now, pulling her shirt over her head, and you donât have a chance to drool over her bare muscles as she sits against the headboard of the bed and pulls you back by your hips into her lap.Â
Your backâs pressed against her chest, and she pulls your legs apart making cool air attacking your lips. One arm hooks under your knee and holds tight, making sure you stay perfectly spread for her.Â
âSuck,â she whispers, and two of her calloused fingers are shoved in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the nubs, letting drool pool around them as Vi looks down at you like she wants to ravish you.Â
âWanted to touch you like this for so long.â
Her fingers are dragging out of your mouth and down to your sensitive slit to your swollen clit. Youâre already messily bucking your hips against her as she pushes soft circles against your bundle of nerves.Â
She relishes in the way your eyes roll back before she decides sheâs done being a tease, sinking her wet fingers into you three full knuckles deep.Â
âVioletâ holy fuck yesyesyes,â you whine, quickly closing your legs at the newfound pleasure. But Viâs pulling them right back apart as she pumps into you faster.
She peppers kisses on your temple, whispering sweet nothings about how youâre âso damn prettyâ and sheâs been dying to see your âfucked out faceâ.Â
âYeah, oh fuuck.â you squirm under her control, a knot of passion and pleasure building in your gut.Â
âYeah? Yeah, baby?â She speaks breathily. The way sheâs mocking you and the depth her fingers are reaching is sending you right over the edge. Your toes curl while writhing pleasure shoots through your body, and all you can see is stars.Â
âFuck fuck, Iâmâ hah,âÂ
Viâs shushing you softly, keeping her speed and strength as your cunt tightens around her fingers.Â
Your moans are like angels blessing your ears as you cum, gushing on her skilled fingers.Â
The only noises in the room are your exhausted pants, the slick of your cunt as Vi pulls her fingers out terribly slow, and the bed shifting under the absence and reappearance of pure muscle.Â
Except this time, the pinketteâs knelt in front of the bed.Â
She pulls you to the edge by the soft skin of your thighs, and piercing blue eyes joined by a warm pink tongue threaten to have you wheel-chair bound by morning.Â
âLet me clean you up, angel.âÂ
Despite being near nothing but muscle, Viâs bare body is incredibly comfortable.Â
âAnd he made a giant splotch of paint on the wall with his ass.âÂ
You gasp, choking out a little giggle of shock as Vi tells you stories of her childhood, specifically all the stupid situations they got themselves into. The just-right bath water is engulfing your intertwined bodies. Viâs fingers are threading through your hair as your head rests on her shoulder. Your body sits in between her legs, and your arms lazily drape around her waist.Â
âHow mad was Vander?â you ask.
âHe just⊠laughed. Iâve never really seen him mad, just disappointed at times.â She shrugs. âHe knows kids make stupid mistakes, learn, and grow.âÂ
You hum, nuzzling further into her. âI hope Iâm that calm when Iâm a mom,âÂ
You pause.
âIf Iâm a mom.âÂ
That strikes right through Violetâs swollen heart, and she shakes her head, holding you a little closer.Â
âYouâre gonna be perfect.â She reassures. âJosie.. Gunner.. Rusty, Daisy, and our big beautiful city house are going to be so lucky to have you. Iâm so lucky to have you. Never gettinâ rid of me.
You smile against her skin, placing a loving kiss.Â
âEven if it takes ages for my pops to understand?â you mutter.Â
âI donât care if it takes a millennium.â she states confidently, a tender kiss graces your forehead before she looks you in the eyes.
âI love you, cherry.âÂ
And this time, youâre done holding back.
âI love you, Violet.âÂ
Your fingers, hearts, and lips intertwined as you share your most passionate kiss yet, one of the many for years to come.
Five years, to be exact.Â
And five years later, as the blood refuses to circulate throughout your body and your heart ceases to beat, you die in Violet's arms.
Through her sobs and shattered heart, she can only smile at the fact that all the way until your death, she helped you truly live.
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~10k words, Roommates series, smut, Part 1 here
â... part of a punishment.â
âShe did what?!â Mint shouted through the door right before a thundering crash echoed in the room.
âMint? You alright?!â you called out, holding your ear to the door. âMint?â
âYeah, all good!â Mintâs disheveled voice came through. After a couple of seconds, he opened the door, rubbing his hip. âI fell.â
âYou fell in the toilet?â
âNot in the toilet you idiot,â Mint shoved your shoulder. âSo, tell me, how the fuck did you manage that on the first date?â
âA bit of an odd story honestly,â you started.
âHow odd could it be?â Mint asked while grabbing a bag of chips off the counter. âSounds like a simple case of another college hoe being horny.â
âBe nice,â you scolded him. âSheâs actually really sweet. No jokes like that when she stops by.â
âSheâs coming over?â Mint gasped through a handful of chips. âI canât even remember the last girl youâve had over.â
âI mean it,â you snatched the bag out of his hands and took a chip for yourself. âI really like this girl, I want to see where it goes.â
âDo you actually like her or do you just like that sheâs hot as fuck?â Mint asked while he took another chip from the bag as you held it out for him. âWhat about that bartender youâve been chatting up?â
âI donât know man. I donât think sheâs actually interested in a serious relationship anyway, even if I did want that. Iâm happy just being friends,â you replied. âBut back to this girl, seriously, I had such a good time with her. And sure, it helps that sheâs hot as fuck.â
âYeah of course you had a good time with her sucking-â
âStop it,â you gave Mintâs arm a little shove. âThatâs the one part I kinda regret.â
âRegret? The fuck?â Mint cocked his eyebrows. âHead game that weak?â
âNo, that definitely wasnât the problem,â you sighed. âI just like⊠almost feel like we robbed ourselves of having a really special first time⊠does that make sense?â
âNo.â
âMaybe youâre right,â you mumbled as you picked up a couple of dirty glasses from the table.
âHere,â Mint took the glasses from your hands. âOf course I get what youâre saying, and you already know I support whatever decision you wanna make. Just tell me though, why do you think this girlâs so special already?â
âWell,â you began before pausing to think for a moment. âOne could argue the coffee date and even what happened in the bathroom was kinda forced-â
âYou donât say?â Mint dramatically gasped, feigning shock.
âBut lunch wasnât,â you continued, ignoring his theatrics. âAnd it went fucking perfectly, we just meshed so well, I swear I could talk to her for hours. The vibe, her energy, everything was just so⊠when I think about her right now, I think about lunch, not the coffee shop.â
âSounds like my roommateâs in love already,â Mint teased. âDevilâs advocate, she was just using you for the free meal.â
âShe paid for it.â
âYou let her pay? Thatâs not like you.â
âNot exactly,â you elaborated. âWe were hitting it off pretty well and the idea of me treating her to dinner sorta came up, so she snuck off to the bathroom and did the whole pay behind your back thing.â
âThis might be the most unbelievable part of the story,â Mint chuckled. âWhy the hell would she do that?â
âObviously I donât know for sure, but this is why Iâm telling you I feel like thereâs something more here,â you explained. âShe could have easily done her punishment and then left, or even taken the free lunch and then left, but I think her logic was if Iâm treating her to dinner later that she should take care of lunch.â
âHmm,â Mint pondered for a moment. âMaybe youâre right about there being something here, and maybe she feels the same way. That would explain why she doesnât want to make it seem like sheâs using you for a meal.â
âI hope so, guess Iâll find out more tonight.â
âYou like her enough to give up your fuck buddy? I doubt sheâd be cool with you having one.â
âAbsolutely, even after just one date with her.â
âThatâs crazy, youâd actually throw away what you have?â
âI mean, sheâs graduating this year anyway, how many more times am I realistically going to fuck her?â you considered your options. âGirlâs a damn genius and beautiful, sheâll be fine without me.â
âYouâre losing her roommate, too,â Mint added jokingly.
âDamn,â you muttered under your breath with a smirk, thinking back to some wild nights. âI kinda forgot about that part.â
âNot so easy anymore, is it?â Mint teased.
âItâs fine, seriously Mint, I havenât felt this way about a girl since Rina,â you replied. âBut itâs also way too early, Iâve known this girl for less than a day.â
âWhat, you havenât started picking baby names yet?â
âFirst I have to work on making the babies.â
âI hope sheâs good at that part, otherwise youâre throwing away an absolute dime piece for nothing,â Mint laughed.
âOr, hear me out, I just wonât make it official until next year. That way Iâm still clear until Sana graduates.â
âYou realize half the guys at this school would literally kill to have what you have going on, and youâre here playing games?â
âI had my fun with her, I guess Iâll be doing half the school a favor by moving on.â
âHave I ever told you that youâre an absolute fuckboy?â Mint scoffed. âSana is not just a toy for you to use.â
âOnce or twice, I think,â you chuckled. âWhat was the first time again? When I brought that one girl back last year?â
âOh yeah, the one with the massive rack, right? She was so fucking fit, canât lie, I was pretty jealous of that one.â
âYeah,â you sighed heavily. âI still think about her to this day. Sheâs really the one who got away.â
âMaybe if you didnât decide to fuck her best friend, she wouldnât have gotten away,â Mint burst out laughing as he snatched the bag of chips back. âAbsolute idiot.â
âI was drunk.â
âNot an excuse,â Mint kept laughing.
âShe was drunk!â
âEven if we accept that excuse - which we donât,â Mint began shaking his head. âHow do you justify the second time?â
âWe were horny,â you shrugged.
âIdiot,â Mint chuckled. âThe roommate had a cute smile though, I donât entirely blame you.â
âYeah, what was her name again?â
âBro, youâre the one who slept with her,â Mint shook his head in disbelief, laughing at you. âIt started with an âNâ.â
ââNâ? Shit, I really got nothing.â
âFuckboy,â Mint sang, before gasping. âWait, should I be concerned about your roommate fetish?â
âYeah, lock your door when you sleep,â you said casually while cleaning up some dishes left on the coffee table. âMind helping me? I donât want Zuha to get the wrong idea.â
âFuck, even her name is hot.â
âIdiot,â you tossed an empty can at him.
âI know sheâs pretty and all,â Mint began helping you clean up. âBut seriously? I canât remember a single time youâve cleaned up just for a girl. Now that I think about it, you almost never bring them back to our room.â
âNot almost never. Never, not after Rina,â you replied as you fixed the pillows on the couch. âWe have any Febreze left?â
âYeah, in my room,â Mint answered as he tidied up. âPromise me one thing though.â
âWhatâs up?â you asked as you walked back into the living room.
âIf youâre going into this one with serious intentions, promise me youâll take it slower this time,â Mint responded. âYou know I donât give a shit what you do with your random hookups, but this isnât a random hookup.â
âIs this because of Rina?â you asked as you casually sprayed âOcean Mistâ into the air. âI told you, Iâm all good with that situation.â
âI know you are,â Mint replied. âItâs just that sometimes when you climb too high too fast, the fall ends up being a lot harder.â
âAlright Socrates, relax.â
âSeriously bro, you know Iâm just looking out for you.â
âI know,â you gave Mint a tight hug. âI really appreciate you, thank you.â
âAnd her name was Nayeon, you idiot.â
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âOh,â you gasped, louder than intended, caught off guard by how stunning Kazuhaâs figure looked in her skirt and jacket.
âIâm not overdressed am I? I know you mentioned it was a casual place, I can quickly go change if-â
âYou look stunning, I love how it brings out your smile.â
âOh, thank you,â Kazuha turned away slightly, blushing profusely.
It could not be any more obvious that she was nervous.
âPlease, come in,â you opened the door wide and stepped aside, a rush of warmth flowing through your body. Kazuha gracefully stepped into your room, leaving you admiring her long, slender legs with each step. She paused ever so slightly as she walked past you before looking around your room. âHave a seat, Iâll be right there.â
Kazuha nodded before stepping across the room and taking a seat on your couch, placing her small black purse on the side table. You quickly stepped into the kitchen and placed two flutes on the counter before filling them generously with champagne and walking over to Kazuha.
âThank you,â Kazuha respectfully accepted the glass with a warm smile.
âYouâre welcome,â you replied, taking a seat next to her.
The two of you took a sip together before placing your glasses to the side. For a moment, she simply stared at you, smiling nervously. Without speaking, you slid your body closer before wrapping your arm around the back of the couch behind Kazuhaâs body.
âYou smell really nice,â Kazuha commented, leaning forward into you slightly.
âDo I?â you replied, tilting your head slightly.
âYeah,â she mumbled softly right in front of your lips as she closed her eyes.
The world around you began to gracefully fade away, leaving just you and Kazuha in a shared moment of pure intimacy. Your lips met, gentle at first, a tender brush sending a spark through your body, before gradually becoming more passionate. You found yourself losing yourself in Kazuhaâs warmth as your lips pressed deeper against hers.
While the kiss, slow and lingering, continued, your hand found its way to Kazuhaâs thigh where it softly pressed against her soft skin. Your other hand fell from the back of the couch to the back of Kazuhaâs neck. You savored each moment of closeness, that delightful hint of strawberry inundating your brain with a warm sweetness. Her hand gently made its way to yours, her delicate fingers softly intertwining with your own. The tenderness of your fingers lacing together amplified the connection - invoking a deeper sense of comfort, grounding you in the moment.
Instinctively, your bodies pulled closer, your hand slid down from Kazuhaâs neck to the middle of her back, while her arm snaked underneath yours to wrap around your body. The hold you had on each other tightened while remaining tender, a subtle dance of intimacy with your bodies as your mouths stayed glued to each otherâs lips.
Finally, the two of you break apart the kiss, breathing heavily into each otherâs mouths. No words were shared, just an intense gaze as your eyes locked, turning the connection electric. For just a moment, the silence of your feelings was being taken in, the squeeze of Kazuhaâs fingers against your body was all you felt.
Then, suddenly, she let go of your body as both of her hands grabbed your face while her lips collided against yours. Initially, you were pushed back by the sudden fierce urgency, but then with equal hunger and desperation you found your strength - now it was Kazuhaâs turn to fall backwards.
The kiss was an overwhelming whirlwind of emotions, blurring your senses until you found yourself with your hands on Kazuhaâs hips as her back hit the couch. She spread her legs, making room for you to move even closer as your body nestled into hers, still with electricity and passion flowing through the kiss.
With audacious intrepidity, you slipped a hand up Kazuhaâs skirt, resting it against the side of her soft upper thigh. She gasped into your mouth, but she didnât pull away - in fact, she did the opposite. She curled her fingers into your hair, pulling you even closer somehow, your bodies colliding, a testament to your shared passion, urging you to keep going.
Everything just felt right. This kiss felt right. Kazuha felt right. Your brain was desperately trying to make sense of your heart right now, and you found yourself coming to the conclusion that you wanted, needed, Kazuha. Nothing else made sense, the connection was too compelling. Then, you finally pulled away, leaving Kazuha breathless and wide-eyed, you could really feel the fire that the two of you just shared. Your heart was racing, beating out of your chest as you smiled down at Kazuha who was smiling back.
âI should have asked earlier, but you eat sushi, right?â you asked as you sat back up.
âOf course, I love sushi,â she answered, still breathing heavily.
âPerfect, youâll love this place,â you replied, helping her sit up by taking her hand. âReady to go?â
âYeah, one second,â she paused, reaching for her glass of champagne and downing it. âReady!â
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âBreakfast, lunch, and dinner, who woulda thought our day would end up like this?â Kazuha smiled as she picked up another piece of otoro.
âBreakfast is a wild thing to say.â
âOh my God,â Kazuha choked, laughing at your reference once she understood what you meant.
âSorry, that was probably inappropriate.â
âItâs fine,â she laughed, taking a sip of her sake. âIf anything, Iâm surprised weâve almost gotten through two meals without bringing it up.â
âWas I supposed to? I canât say Iâve ever had an experience like that before,â you chuckled, taking a sip of sake as well.
âTrust me, it was new for me as well,â Kazuha replied. âIâm really enjoying spending the day with you.â
âI want to be completely honest with you, I really like you, a lot,â you started cautiously. âI know itâs super early, but I just feel something so special with you.â
âI really like you a lot, too,â Kazuha smiled warmly, showing you that smile, the one that absolutely melted your heart. âIt doesnât feel like the first day, it feels like weâve been dating for a while already.â
âIn a way, this is sort of the third date.â
âYeah, thatâs true,â she giggled before turning slightly more serious. âSo then, can I be honest with you for a second?â
âOf course you can, anything at all,â you replied warmly, leaning forward slightly to show her you were fully engaged.
âI promise itâs not because of attraction, because I really am attracted to you, but I sorta regret what happened in the bathroom this morning.â
âOh my God, me too!â you couldnât control your excitement. âSorry, please finish what you were going to say.â
âItâs just that⊠itâs going to sound a bit stupid, so please donât make fun of me for it,â Kazuha began blushing. âI almost feel like I ruined a special moment?â
âI swear if I had a ring Iâd be on my knees right now, I thought the exact same thing!â
âReally?â her eyes lit up, making her the most pure and beautiful girl in the world in your mind. âIâve been thinking about it ever since lunch, I wish we could have found each other without the stupid punishment.â
âLook, Zuha,â you reached your hand forward and gently took hers. âIt happened, but we can move on from that. I think youâre very special, Iâd love nothing more than to see this out properly if youâre also willing.â
âI am,â she smiled softly, giving your hand a quick squeeze. âBut if youâre asking me to be your girlfriend, I think the first day is still a bit too early.â
âAbsolutely,â you agreed. âLetâs forget this morning ever happened and we can do things properly. The way we want.â
âIâd love that,â she blushed again.
âI have another one, sorta related.â
âYeah? Shoot.â
âWhat do you think about being exclusive? I get it if you think itâs too early.â
She pondered the question for a moment, taking another sip and slowly putting down her glass before answering. âI donât think itâs too early, at least, I donât feel like it is,â she answered slowly. âIâm not actually talking to anyone else right now, but Iâd be willing to make this exclusive if you are.â
âMe too.â
Kazuha hesitated, waiting for you to continue.
âItâs complicated,â you added.
âOh, alright,â she replied, looking a bit disheartened.
âThereâs this girl,â you began explaining. âWeâre not in a relationship or anything, but we have a bit of a friends-with-benefits type thing going on.â
âOh.â
âI know thatâs probably not what you wanted to hear, and Iâm sorry, but I really want to be honest with you, and of course I promise Iâm done with that stuff now,â you replied softly. âMy last serious relationship had some⊠I just donât want to go through that again, Iâd rather be honest with you about everything.â
âI get that, my last relationship also wasnât great,â Kazuha frowned. âNo, youâre right, thank you for telling me. If you donât mind, do you think we can maybe keep past relationships to ourselves going forward? Sorry, but I donât know if itâs something I want to hear-â
âYou donât have to explain, trust me, I get it,â you interjected warmly. âAnd Iâll say the same for you. Weâve both gone through stuff. I'm here if you need someone to talk to about it, but I donât need to know every specific detail. The past is the past, it doesnât affect whatever our relationship ends up being.â
âThank you,â Kazuha smiled again, visibly relaxing as you spoke the right words. âDo you mind if I step away to the bathroom real quick?â
âOf course not, but you have to promise me you wonât pull that trick again,â you answered, flashing her a suspicious look. âI told you Iâm treating you to dinner, this oneâs on me.â
âFine,â she smiled, rolling her eyes. âI promise.â
With that, Kazuha got up from the table, gracefully making her way across the restaurant. Her movements, fluid as possible, had you completely in awe, unable to take your eyes away. The way her skirt showcased her perfect legs, accentuating those meticulously sculpted curves, she had your breath catching in your throat, mesmerized and captivated by her grace.
She left this imprint on your mind, convincing you that she was something special. The honeymoon effect was hitting hard, even though you werenât officially together, you knew it was inevitable at this point - you were going to make Kazuha your girlfriend.
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âIâm getting this.â
âNo youâre not,â you pushed her hand away and tapped your card against the reader.
âYou got dinner, this isnât fair,â Kazuha argued.
âAnd youâre pretty, whatâs your point?â
Kazuha began blushing again, her fingers struggling to put her card back into her wallet. âTh-That has nothing to do with anything,â she stammered, unable to hide how flustered she would get whenever you gave her cheesy compliments.
âSure it does,â you replied, reaching forward and taking her card from her shaking hand and inserting it into her wallet for her. âI appreciate the gesture, but really, itâs like four dollars, not a big deal.â
âAlright fine, thank you,â she replied, cheeks still flushed a light pink as she accepted her wallet back. âHave you been here before?â
âNope, first time,â you answered as the two of you sat down. âYou?â
âYeah a couple of times, itâs really good.â
âAh, so thatâs how you picked the flavor so quickly.â
âActually, itâs my first time trying this one,â Kazuha giggled nervously. âI kinda wanted to try something new, make a new memory with youâŠâ
Your heart skipped a beat. âThat is actually so sweet, wow,â you muttered, staring into her beautiful round eyes. âHopefully itâs good then.â
âOr really bad.â
âHuh?â
âThink about it,â Kazuha began explaining. âJust like when you go to a restaurant, you generally remember the really good and really bad, no one remembers the average stuff.â
âAh I see what you mean,â you responded. âThatâs true, but I promise you Iâm not going to forget this ice cream no matter how good, bad, or average it is.â
âAnd whyâs that?â Kazuha chuckled, leaning back in her chair. âDonât tell me, is it because youâre sharing it with me?â
âHowâd you know?â
âYouâre getting predictable,â Kazuha laughed, smiling brightly.
âAnd youâre so-â
âPretty?â
âBeautiful.â
The way her face lit up when she smiled was absolutely enchanting. She didnât know it, but she had you wrapped around her finger, you were starting to think youâd do anything for this girl. No, you already knew it, you would do anything for this girl. Your heart rate whenever she smiled was all the confirmation you needed.
âYour sundae, enjoy!â a cheery staff member dropped off the bowl of ice cream at your table. âLet me know if you need anything else!â
âThank you,â Kazuha smiled respectfully at the young girl before turning back to you. âIt looks good.â
âThen letâs find out if itâs as good as it looks.â
Kazuha picked up her spoon, scooping up some of the cookie crumbles and fudge ice cream onto it before holding it out for you. Taking her lead, you opened your mouth and let her feed you.
âWow,â you mumbled as the taste hit your tongue. âThat is seriously way better than I expected.â
âIs it?â Kazuha looked at you with glee.
âYeah, here,â you picked up your spoon and returned the favor, feeding Kazuha the ice cream. Her eyes lit up immediately - she was so unbelievably cute. âRight?â
âYou werenât kidding, thatâs amazing,â Kazuha gushed, going for another bite.
Something you noticed, and loved, about Kazuha was that she wasnât afraid to eat. Even though she was exceptionally feminine and graceful, she wasnât shy when it came to food. It was adorable, especially with how expressive she would be when the food was good. Within just a minute, full of spoon hitting glass, the bowl of ice cream the two of you were sharing was practically emptied.
âSo, Zuha, you never actually told me, whatâs your major?â you asked as you put down your spoon. âI just realized I never asked what you wanted to do after school.â
âIâd love to one day teach ballet, and my major is biology,â she answered, scooping out pieces of cookies from the bottom of the bowl before looking up at you and laughing. âYou look shocked.â
âSorry, itâs a lovely dream, I just wasnât expecting it,â you chuckled. âSo I guess the next natural question would be why the hell did you pick biology if you want to teach ballet?â
âWell, Iâve been training ballet my whole life,â Kazuha explained. âAnd I wanted to do something interesting and challenging on top of that, so I found myself in biochemical sciences.â
That would explain why she was so graceful, you thought to yourself. âThatâs awesome, and quite admirable.â
âThank you. It can be pretty tough managing all of that while still trying to keep some semblance of a social life.â
âYou seem to be doing alright,â you replied with a smile. âEspecially if you found time to go on a date with me.â
âI make time for things I want to do,â Kazuha smiled back, making your cheeks warm. âWhat, no cheeky response this time?â
âSorry, sometimes itâs just so hard to focus on anything other than your smile.â
âThere it is,â Kazuha laughed while rolling her eyes.
âHey, I know itâs getting kinda late, but would you want-â
âIâd love to come over for a bit,â Kazuha cut you off, smiling brighter than ever.
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âHow could you possibly forget sugar?â you burst out laughing. âTheyâre cookies, thatâs like, the most basic part.â
âThat was Chaewonâs responsibility, not mine!â Kazuha defended herself. âAnyway, we tried making them without it.â
âYou tried making cookies without sugar?â you laughed even harder. âI gotta know, howâd they turn out?â
âI donât know, we ended up burning them,â Kazuha joined you in laughter. âIâll have to make them for you some day.â
âAfter hearing about your baking skills, I think Iâm alright,â you teased, picking up your glass of champagne and taking another sip. âI donât think Iâll be buying your cookbook.â
âYou sure?â Kazuha took a big sip before putting her own glass down. âIâll even sign it for you,â she added, leaning closer to you.
âDepends what you sign it as,â you replied, putting your glass down as well, opening your arms for Kazuha to snuggle up with you.
âAnd what would you want me to sign it as?â she asked, her face right in front of yours.
âMy girlfriend?â
âI thought we agreed itâs too early,â she whispered, moving her lips even closer to yours. âThat one day wasnât enough time?â
âItâs past midnight already,â you whispered into her mouth before leaning forward and closing the gap slightly.
âHave we really been talking for that long?â she whispered back, closing it some more.
And just like that, you found your lips softly brushing again Kazuhaâs once more. The kiss was soft; Kazuhaâs pretty eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into it, sweet and tender. The room went silent, completely still, as the air was filled with the lingering sounds of your lips colliding. A tender echo, her sweet breaths reverberating in your ears, perfectly describing the gentle and warm feeling you had coursing through your body as you kissed Kazuha. Delicate and calm, you got lost in her touch.
She brought her hands up to your cheeks, cupping your face lightly, leaning into you. Meanwhile, your hand explored her body, rubbing against her core, feeling through her top how toned she was. Your hand slowly slid lower until it was resting against the side of her thigh, slipping just a bit underneath her skirt.
Kazuha pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting yours, a hint of hesitation showing. âIâm not ready to go all the way,â she whispered softly.
âIâm in no rush,â you whispered back, pressing your lips forward again.
Her eyes shot wide open for a moment before she slowly closed them again, relief calming her down as she began gently prodding her tongue against yours. Then, to your surprise, she grabbed your wrist and gently guided it along her leg until your palm was resting against her soft ass before she brought her hand back up to the back of your neck, her fingers lightly grabbing your hair.
Following her lead, you gave her ass a gentle squeeze, making sure not to push past her boundaries. The way she kissed you, the increase in passion, was confirmation that she was okay with it. Her body was perfect, you got lost in the warmth of her skin, your fingers brushing just slightly against the fabric of her underwear by mistake.
Yet, she didnât pull back at all. She didnât seem to mind, at least thatâs what her kiss was telling you. Kazuha was getting more and more aggressive with it, and soon enough you found yourself falling onto your back with Kazuha on top of you. Her hands which were previously squeezing your hair, returned to your face, cupping your cheeks again as her tongue pushed audaciously into your mouth.
Her passion was met with your own as you brought your other hand around her body, holding her perfectly sculpted ass in your palms. You gave her a few soft squeezes, addicted to her body, at this point your palms were placed directly on her ass, your fingers gently kneading her softness. Caution was slowly dissipating as you got more comfortable with each otherâs bodies.
The moment felt like it was stretching, enveloping you in excitement, a sign of hopefully some future with the girl you were holding onto. However, even though you could have kept going all night, you could feel the natural end coming. With her cheeks flushed red, and a soft smile on her lips, Kazuha pulled back, breathing deeply above you.
âI could really get used to this,â she smiled warmly down at you.
âIâm definitely not going to stop you,â you smiled back before pulling her into your embrace, gently rubbing her back as you took in the lovely scent of her shampoo. âZuha, itâs getting kinda late.â
âAre you kicking me out?â Kazuha giggled as she started to get off you.
Without hesitation, you pulled her back in even tighter. âAbsolutely not,â you clarified, giving the top of her head a little peck. âI was just going to ask if you have class tomorrow morning.â
âI do,â Kazuha sighed heavily. âBut itâs fine, Iâll skip it.â
âI canât in good conscience be responsible for that,â you replied when Kazuhaâs phone began ringing. âYou going to skip that, too?â
âI probably shouldnât,â Kazuha groaned as she leaned over towards the table, nearly falling off the couch if it wasnât for you catching her. âThanks,â she giggled before answering. âHello? No, I'm not still out. No, I'm not drunk. Yes Chaewon-ah, Iâm safe. Are you done? Oh my God, bye.â
âCookie girl?â you teased as Kazuha sat up and began stretching.
âYeah,â she yawned, arms straight up, her top riding up just enough for you to see her perfectly sculpted abs. âI had a lot of fun today,â she smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling as she let her arms fall to her side, shoulders slumped.
âI did too,â you smiled back, sitting up as well to give her another quick kiss. âWant me to walk you back to your room?â
âActually,â Kazuha bit her lip nervously. âI kinda promised Chaewon that I wouldnât drink tonight, I donât really want her to know.â
âZuha, you should have told me. We didnât have to finish that bottle.â
âNo no, I wanted to drink with you⊠I guess I felt safe with you,â she replied softly. âBut now I have to ask, do you mind if I spend the night? I really donât want to get scolded by her.â
âUh, sure, but donât you think sheâll be more concerned if you spend the night?â
âNah, sheâs going to have to get used to it anyway,â Kazuha replied casually while standing up and holding her hand out for you. âIâm going to be spending the night in my boyfriendâs room from time to time.â
âBoyfriend?â you stood up and grabbed her hand excitedly. âDoes that meanâŠâ
âYes,â Kazuha silenced you with another kiss. âBoyfriend. Fuck timelines, Iâm ready if you are.â
If only she could feel your heart pounding out of your chest. âDefinitely,â you smiled back, giving her hand a squeeze.
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âIâm pretty impressed that you have all this makeup remover stuff,â Kazuha commented as she walked out of your bathroom. âYou have girls over often or something?â
âUmm.â
âOh, I completely forgot aboutâŠâ Kazuhaâs cheeks turned bright red. âSorry, ignore that.â
âHer name is Sana, but no,â you answered honestly, ignoring her embarrassment. âThat stuff is from when I was with my ex. She was the last girl I let in my room.â
âI see, well, itâs very convenient regardless,â Kazuha replied as she looked around your room.
âYouâre more than welcome to borrow whatever clothes youâd like by the way, I assume youâre not sleeping in that,â you added as you took off your shirt and pants before getting into your bed, admiring how incredibly stunning Kazuha looked even without makeup - this girl was unreal.
âItâs fine,â a shy smile formed on Kazuhaâs lips before she turned around and began stripping down to her underwear as well. âYou donât mind, right?â
âBy all means, whatever youâre most comfortable with.â
âIâm going to turn the lights off before I get in, alright?â
âSure,â you replied casually while plugging your phone into your charger. âJust be careful, donât trip on anything.â
âI will,â Kazuha responded as she shut off the lights. In the darkness, Kazuha took a second before slipping into the bed next to you, her beautiful face barely visible under the faint moonlight shining through your window. âCan I ask you another question?â
âYou can always ask me a question.â
âHowâd you like feeling my body earlier while we kissed?â
âAh, what a question,â you chuckled. âYour body is fucking amazing Zuha, I can tell you work out a lot.â
âOh yeah? Howâs that?â Kazuha asked, her voice littered with allure in the most teasing way possible.
âYour abs, theyâre rock solid.â
âLetâs play a little game, how about you try finding my abs in the dark?â Kazuha teased, giggling softly.
âSounds fun,â you smirked, reaching your hand across the bed. You fumbled around for a second until your hand made contact with skin, soft skin. It took you a moment before you realized what you were holding. âYup, thatâs a titty, and you arenât wearing a bra.â
âYouâre right,â she giggled, grabbing your wrist and sliding it down until your hand was rubbing against her core. âAnd these are my abs.â
âDamn, theyâre so nice,â you moaned softly. âWe should workout together, you could train me.â
âSure,â Kazuha whispered before sliding your wrist even lower. âAnd how does this feel?â
âZuha,â you gasped as she placed your hand between her legs, and sure enough, she wasnât wearing anything. âWhat happened to not being ready tonight?â
âThis is different,â she whispered. âIâve already sucked your cock in a bathroom, this is pretty harmless if you ask me.â
âYeah, but-â
âIf youâre not comfortable, I wonât be offended if you pull away.â
Yeah, there was no chance you were doing that.
âYouâre sure about this?â you asked carefully as you began rubbing between her legs softly, feeling how wet she was.
âAbsolutely,â she muttered, sliding closer to you.
âThen I want this to be perfect,â you whispered back, sliding your other hand under her body and wrapping it around her, placing it on her chest, giving her tit a soft squeeze. âTell me what feels good.â
âWhat youâre doing now is nice,â she moaned as you rubbed slow and steady circles against her clit.
âGood,â you breathed before leaning forward and finding her lips.
As you began kissing her, you started moving your fingers a bit faster, sliding down her slit every few circles, teasing her entrance with the tip of your finger. You used her moans as your guidance, feeling for when you hit the right spots, hyperfocusing on what made Kazuha feel good. Once you began finding a rhythm, figuring her out, you started speeding up some more.
âFuck thatâs nice,â she moaned, separating her lips from yours, breathing into your mouth heavily.
With that moment of opportunity, you shoved your mouth into her neck and began kissing her collarbone. At the same time, you pinched her nipple softly with one hand and eased one finger into her pussy, just up until the first knuckle.
âOh fuck,â she gasped, grabbing the back of your head with her hand and latching onto your hair. âGo deeper.â
And that was exactly what you did, pushing your finger deeper while using your thumb to rub her clit. You also took the opportunity to move lower down her body, leaving her neck and putting your mouth on her nipple, sucking it taut. With your mouth on one nipple and your finger lightly pinching the other, you found something was working because Kazuhaâs whole body was moving up and down with her moans at this point.
Your fingers worked nonstop, gently fucking her pussy, daring to go deeper with each thrust. It was a balancing act of making her feel good and making sure you donât go too hard, a balancing act that you were succeeding in, clearly. But you wanted more.
âZuha,â you pulled back, looking up at her. âCan I go down on you?â
Even in the darkness, you could see her bite her lower lip nervously. âMaybe just⊠just fingers tonight⊠if thatâs okay,â she mumbled quietly.
âNo problem,â you whispered back before leaning forward and kissing her again.
She was hesitant for just a second before she got back into it, that burning passion returning with a vengeance. As you kissed her, you went back to slipping your finger into her soft pussy. She was warm, and incredibly wet, a soft wet squishing sound filled the room, mixed with the sound of your kiss, as you pushed your finger in and out of her.
With your tongue down her mouth and one hand gently massaging her tit, it really didnât take much longer for you to start feeling Kazuhaâs insides squeezing against your finger. In rhythmic beauty, she began moaning into your mouth, gasping and panting as her pussy pressed down hard. You slipped your finger out and began rubbing soft circles around her clit, making sure not to press too hard.
Kazuha rode her orgasm out for as long as she could, making sure to never separate her lips from yours. It wasnât until her body finally relaxed did she stop kissing you. âI canât believe how comfortable I feel around you,â Kazuha mumbled, rubbing wrapping her hands around your body gently. âTo think, I only met you because of that stupid punishment.â
âYouâre telling me,â you gave her a small squeeze. âI canât believe how quickly things are moving.â
âYeah,â Kazuha sighed. âI guess I set the tempo kinda fast this morning.â
âZuha,â you paused to give her cheek a kiss. âWe agreed to forget about that silliness, it doesnât matter anymore.â
âI know, but I canât exactly forget what I did,â Kazuha laughed softly. âSeriously I promise Iâm not that type of girl.â
âZuha-â
âLike, I know it kinda seems like it with what happened this morning and the fact that Iâm literally laying in your bed naked, but I swear-â
âZuha!â you interrupted her. âItâs fine, seriously, I wouldnât have asked you to be my girlfriend if I didnât really like you. So what if things are moving fast, who cares?â
âI guess youâre right.â
âLetâs just let things happen, do what feels right,â you added, playing with the muscles on her back. âWhatever feels natural, Iâm here with you and committed to making this work.â
âThen how about you let me take care of you?â Kazuha giggled softly.
âWhat?â
âYou realize I can feel everything in this position, right?â
âAlright well with how fucking hot you are, thereâs not a straight man on this planet who wouldnât be, not in this position.â
âIâm not blaming you,â Kazuha whispered, leaning back so that she was face to face with you. She slowly snaked her hand down your body, softly rubbing your shaft through your underwear. âIt would be pretty cruel of me if I didnât, not after what you just did for me.â
âIâm happy just holding you, thereâs no pressure for you to do anything tonight,â you replied, your breath hitching as Kazuha slipped her delicate fingers down your waistband. âReally, Zuha, if youâre tired itâs totally fine.â
âLetâs be real with ourselves,â Kazuha leaned forward and kissed you before smiling softly at you. âNeither of us are sleeping much tonight.â
âIs that so?â you moaned as she took a gentle grip on your shaft.
âThatâs right,â she whispered before pushing you onto your back. Then, inch by inch, she planted kisses down your body. She started at your neck, moving lower, kissing your chest tenderly, all the while still stroking your cock. As she moved lower down your body, she started stroking faster and faster, pausing only to yank your underwear down. âDid I ever tell you why my punishment involved sucking someone off?â
âNo,â you flinched as Kazuha let a glob of her warm spit fall onto your cock.
âBecause I love sucking cock,â she answered in a whisper.
Before you could respond, Kazuha engulfed your cock in her mouth, making a firm seal around your tip with her lips, prodding softly at your hole with her tongue. Then, she lowered her mouth, swallowing your whole cock in one swift motion before slowly - agonizingly slowly - pulling back up to your tip. After that, she repeated the motion a few more times, plunging down your cock and slowly withdrawing. Any degree of awkwardness from the first time had been replaced with familiarity now as Kazuha worked your cock like an expert.
âFuck me, Zuha, that feels so fucking good,â you heaved, trying to catch your breath.
âYeah?â she replied, her voice soft as sugar, before she leaned in and started kissing your balls.
âYeah, the only shame is not being able to see that beautiful face.â
âThen turn the lamp on,â Kazuha cooed, tossing your blanket to the side and climbing over you, positioning herself between your legs before putting your cock back into her mouth.
As per her suggestion, you leaned over and turned on a small lamp you kept on your side table. With that, you felt your cock ready to completely erupt as you took a look at Kazuha who was staring up at you. Her eyes were so fucking beautiful. You couldnât hold back, not with how good she looked right now with her cheeks hollowed, moving steadily up and down your shaft.
âZuha, youâre going to make me cum,â you mumbled, straining and squirming your whole body as you desperately tried to hold back. âI canâtâŠâ
She wasnât phased at all, she just kept on sucking your cock at the same excruciatingly slow pace. The next who-knows-how-many seconds went by in a flash, instantly yet somehow lasting forever at the same time. She never once broke eye contact, and her mouth never once changed tempo, all that changed was how much pressure she applied with her lips, expertly varying it to make your cock feel that much better.
It wasnât until the first burst of your cum flew into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, did she finally stop moving. As your cum began volleying into her mouth, she held her lips tight around your cock, making sure not a single drop leaked through the smirk that formed on her face. Her eyes, those beautiful eyes, were fading into adorable little crescents as she proudly accepted all of your cum into her mouth.
âHoly fuck,â you cried out, your cock still pumping away.
Kazuha waited until the impulses slowed down, she let you slowly regain strength, but then as she felt your body relaxing, she started bobbing her head up and down your cock again as fast as she could.
âPlease,â you moaned as your cock went into a frenzy, the final few shots of cum flying into Kazuhaâs mouth. âHoly fuck!â
Once you were finally done, Kazuha slowly pulled back, letting a fountain of your white cum spill down your shaft as she lifted her lips off, tilting her back before swallowing everything in her mouth.
âI thought there was a lot last time,â Kazuha giggled, unable to contain her proud smile as she grinned from ear to ear. âBut thereâs so much more this time.â
âZuha that was so fucking good, look,â you opened your eyes wide. âIâm literally in tears.â
âGood,â she smirked before leaning forward and using her tongue to scoop your cum off your shaft into her mouth. âIâll do this for you whenever you want. Every night if you want.â
âI would literally die,â you inhaled sharply as her tongue grazed against your tip. âI wouldnât be able to think about anything else all day.â
âDid you really like it that much?â she asked while licking nearing your shaft, looking for more spilled cum.
âZuha,â you sat up and grabbed her by the arms. âYes, I donât know how to convince you.â
She looked deep into your eyes, her beautiful round eyes shimmering in the dim light of your room. Those beautiful features, the perfect face, sporting a soft expression as she stared at you. âI believe you,â she whispered before closing her eyes and tilting her head.
Without hesitation, you met her movement and pressed your lips firmly against hers, bringing your hands around her body and feeling her back. Her skin was so soft, you wanted to touch and feel her body forever. Unfortunately for you, the kiss did not last forever, and eventually you had to let go of her.
âI know we agreed not to talk about exes, but can I tell you something?â Zuha asked as she snuggled up in your arms.
âWhatâs up?â
âHeâd never kiss me after I-â
Before replying, you pushed her chin up with a finger and kissed her mouth again. âSounds like an idiot, no offense,â you replied casually. âIâll never understand that. If Iâm willing to suck on a girlâs vagina, I feel like kissing after head is really not a big deal.â
âIâve never actually had anyoneâŠâ her voice trailed off.
âZuha,â you let go of her and sat up, looking down at her. âIs that why you didnât let me go down on you earlier?â
Her cheeks turned red as she avoided your gaze for a moment before she looked back up at you and nodded slowly. You bent forward and kissed her again, repeatedly, on the lips for about a minute before sitting up again.
âItâs entirely your choice, Iâd never make you do something that youâre not comfortable with,â you began softly while rubbing her thigh. âBut I want you to know, Iâd love nothing more than to make you feel good.â
âI just canât help but feel a bit embarrassed,â Kazuha admitted quietly. âItâs not that Iâm not comfortable with you, because I am, I just donât knowâŠâ
âI never want you to feel embarrassed around me,â you spoke softly as you moved down the bed and began slowly spreading her legs. âDo I have your permission?â
She hesitated again, as if fighting an internal battle, but then she nodded, her eyes shimmering as the early signs of dawn crept through your window.
âYouâre sure?â
âIâm sure,â she whispered back, adjusting herself to get more comfortable.
âThen just relax,â you instructed her softly before pressing your lips below her navel and leaving a long, very drawn out kiss on her skin. Then, as you slid a bit lower, you paused to reach up and grab Kazuhaâs hands. She took your lead, interlocking her fingers with yours and taking a deep breath. âYouâre so incredibly breathtaking, just tell me what feels good,â you murmured, letting the breath of your words hit her pussy.
Your mouth began drooling at this point, overwhelmed by how enticing Kazuhaâs pussy looked right now as the sun crept through the window some more, making her body glisten beautifully. It was enchanting. You pressed your lips to her pussy, holding steady as Kazuha took a deep breath, letting her get truly comfortable with your touch before giving her pussy a tender kiss.
âYou alright?â
âMhmm,â Kazuha breathed, giving your fingers a little squeeze, encouraging you to keep going.
Even that small taste of her body had you desperate for more. You wanted nothing more than to shove your face as deep into her pussy as physically possible, to suck and lick her until the sun went down again. But this was less for you, and more for Kazuha, so you took it slow.
With your mouth opened wide, you carefully pressed down on her pussy, creating a seal with your lips and her skin. She squeezed your hand again as you stuck out your tongue and pressed it flat against her folds. You began pressing down, applying pressure with various parts of your tongue, truly relishing in the slight tang of Kazuhaâs pussy. She tasted so addicting despite it being so subtle.
And just like that, you were addicted and completely consumed by Kazuhaâs taste. Paired with the sounds of Kazuha moaning as you applied more pressure with your tongue and lips, you were in heaven. You moved around, exploring Kazuhaâs body to your heartâs desire, pausing occasionally to give her inner thighs kisses before latching back onto her pussy.
The more you feasted, the more she gave. Your lower face was completely drenched in Kazuhaâs wetness as she leaked all over you. It wasnât possible to lap it all up, despite how hard you tried, but you tried nonetheless. As her pussy, wet and warm, responded to your touch, her moans became even more vocal. She was definitely trying to stay quiet to the best of her ability, but she was failing as she got closer.
Especially now, as you could feel her body trembling slightly, each lick made her body jolt. Each kiss sent her into a frenzy. Her moans crescendoed as you sped up, sucking and licking her pussy with all of your power, and her thighs began pressing against the sides of your head and her fingers threatened to crush yours.
Then, with a particularly hefty gush of pleasure jetting out of her pussy, Kazuha began crying out in pleasure, her body convulsing in your mouth. âOh fuck,â she sobbed, digging her nails into the back of your hands. âThat feels so good.â
All you wanted to do was make her feel good - nothing brought you more pleasure. You held yourself in place between Kazuhaâs legs, not that you could move even if you wanted to thanks to how hard her legs were clamping down on your face, and you gently teased her pussy with your tongue, giving it a few flicks before planting a very soft kiss on her clit, sucking on it tenderly.
âStop, stop, stop!â Kazuha moaned, letting go of your hand and pushing your face away, detaching your mouth from her sensitive clit. âItâs too much.â
As soon as she pushed your head away, you dove back in and started kissing her thighs, switching back and forth between them. You knew her pussy was far too sensitive right now, the most you did was let your breath hit her skin, even that earned a full-body shudder. You gave her a final kiss on each thigh before crawling back up the bed next to Kazuha.
She turned to face you, and without saying a word, she lunged for your mouth, kissing you passionately and deeply - harder than ever. You let her take control, she got to guide the kiss, regulate the passion to her desires. Kazuha went on for a bit, even wrapping her leg around your body, rubbing her warmth against you until she was finally satisfied. She backed up, looking you straight in the eyes, the most precious girl you have ever seen in your life.
âThat was amazing,â she muttered quietly, unable to contain her smile.
âYouâre amazing,â you replied, giving her butt a small pat before glancing at your window. âThe sunâs up.â
âIâm not sleepy.â
âMe neither,â you smiled back, giving her another kiss. âSo, what should we do?â
âDo you have class?â she asked.
âIâll skip it if you skip yours.â
âIâm definitely skipping,â Kazuha giggled.
âThen I guess I donât have class.â
âPerfect,â she turned around and snuggled her body into yours.
Within just a minute of being in your arms, the ânot sleepyâ girl passed out, pushing against your body with each deep breath she took. You gave her one last gentle kiss on the top of her head before closing your eyes, unable to wipe the smile off your face.
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A/N:
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS. I've been wanting to write this for so long and I finally decided to sit down and get to it. Words really cannot explain how into Kazuha I am at the moment, but hopefully this fic at least shed some light on my recent addiction over her.
I don't know what to work on next. The next Dating Seraphs chapter is going to be kinda Kazuha heavy, so I kinda don't want to post that right after this. I think this fic is the first time I've blatantly teased some of the other idols who will be appearing in Roommates, I hope that's exciting for some of you!
Maybe I'll try releasing something else around the New Years, we'll see. I'd love to hear what you guys think about this fic though, I can't rememember the last time I wrote this much straight up one-on-one fluff in a fic. There's going to be a third part to this mini series, and I promise you that one will have some sex scenes!
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Disappointed in the Vander backstory
I fully expected that it was coming, but I'm disappointed in the timeline all the same.
The "Vander got upset because a fight against Piltover Silco instigated killed the woman he loved" was literally my first draft for my longfic Fathers and Daughters, and I ended up scrapping it because I felt it was too cheap and wouldn't justify the violence of his actions against Silco.
"When she died I lost my head" he says in the letter.
But when she died you actually dropped your gauntlets and picked up the girls and everyone has been assuming this was the moment you swore off violence...
The fact she goes on to let Vander name her kid, and seems to be thick as thieves with them, and ALSO tells them of the pregnancy before she builds up the courage to tell her partner... Tells me that surely... SURELY by the time Vi is 10-11, whatever she is on the bridge in season 1, she would KNOW SILCO as her mom's bestie, no??? Not just Vander.
It feels like this entire angle is pulled under the rug to simplify the conflict in act 1.
I do appreciate being right on the money with Silco knowing and being friends with the mom, and having known Vi as a baby. I think it makes sense, especially if he was an important community leader.
I just hate her death being the catalyst of Vander's actions against Silco. It means that the timeline actually like this:
Mom-Silco-Vander are best friends. Silco is "Bozo 1" and has been leading the transformation of the Lanes with Vander's help. He's already planning his nation of Zaun. His notebook is literally saying "NZ" for Nation of Zaun.
At an ONGOING confrontation with enforcers, Silco throws a molotov cocktails that doesn't seem to even kill an enforcer (Powder and her innefectual bombs parallel? The entire scene is intercut with the monkey bomb clapping so... The scene leading to a friend's death also parallels the events of Jinx's birth.)
As the smoke clears/the POV looks down, we have the reveal that the girls' Mom is dead.
Vander admits the blood was on his hands as well, meaning he either started this confrontation with Silco, or fought just as badly/increased the violence (and we see him murder enforcers later on). Anyway he admits to carrying the blame, and apologized in person to Silco for the dubbed "betrayal".
Then he went home, shaved, dragged Silco into the Pilt, and tried to drown him *because their common friend died at the failed uprising*.
He's then haunted, seemingly, by visions of Silco being dead:
To me it's sort of weaker and sadder, as it establishes Vander as someone more flawed and less ruthless. It's not that he wanted the Lanes, it's not that Silco was getting in the way of what he wanted.
Vander was out there happy with everything they were dishing out, right until their actions cost the life of a friend, and he broke, emotionally, and BLAMED it on Silco, going so far as to kill him (or try).
He surrendered his gauntlets, picked the children up, tucked them in at home, shaved (I cannot stress this enough), then took Silco into the fucking river and brutally attempted to murder him.
Then he massively regretted it and left little breadcrumbs of apologies in case Silco found them and returned to him.
So, canon couple, first off lol
Fellas, is it gay to hang your jackets inside each other's in your secret hideout? Is it gay that all your core hidden memories begin with your mate smiling at you?
Yes, yes it is. Zaundad is canon and I'm not taking commentary.
Secondly, that means Vander was an emotional ticking time bomb who wasn't ready for the price to sacrifice in order to gain their freedom. I really wonder what the alternative reality would have been like, were Silco the one dying on that bridge.
Anyway, it brings some twisted sadness to the situation, because the mom wanted Zaun "no matter what" for Vi's sake, her child's future. But Vander decided that lives weren't worth spilling over that dream and tried to kill Silco over it, before teaming up with Grayson to continue enforcing a status quo.
So that means that Silco, even as he raises Jinx, is continuing her mother's dream, of building Zaun, a country that's safe for her children, "no matter what".
But very sadly the show also acts like Silco doesn't know the kids, and like the kids don't know him. Powder, sure, but Vi not knowing Silco is just downright stupid. Not even knowing him by name? When her mom was out fighting alongside him??? The mom is ALSO a miner, very clearly working with Silco and Vander, alongside the nameless poor husband.
I feel like this doesn't really solve the issues that were already raised when we speculated about act 1. It just clarifies that Vander was truly, willfully a force of oppression inside the fissures, working against the revolution necessary for Zaun becoming possible.
But it implies Silco didn't recognise Powder and Vi, and that Vi didn't recognise him or understand how he knew Vander. It's a disservice to the story, because that tie, that old bond, could really have worked to dramatize the sacrifices Silco is ready to make, as well as the depth of Vi's hatred for him.
But the show acts like they're strangers and that Vander's death is the core beef between them until Jinx enters the picture.
And then there's the Benzo scene, when Vander holds his wound from Silco's knife, and says "we both know there's worse than enforcers out there" WHO ARE YOU FUCKING TALKING ABOUT??? Yourself? You seem to be the worst thing around here! It seems clear he knew Silco was alive but had nothing to blame him for by then.
I'm left with holes that take the shape of "shock value" and "plot twist".
"Ooooh Silco knew the mom, twiiiist, but please don't think about the implications, because we wrote season 1 without taking this in consideration."
Feels like another job for fic writers, but IDK if I have the strength for it. I just like my own version better.
At least now we know that Silco did not IN FACT DO anything to "deserve" what he got. I'm sorry, but throwing a molotov at enforcers when fighting for your freedom is based and Vander was dishing death right there next to him.
The base violence necessary for change, eh? Vander just delayed the price being paid for Zaun's creation.
#arcane#arcane meta#arcane 2#arcane 2 meta#zaundads#vanco#silco#vander#arcane silco#arcane vander#arcane spoilers#arcane 2 spoilers
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Astrology Observations-42
Pisces suns are either the best people youâve ever met or your worst nightmare.ïżŒ
Cancer/Sag/Taurus placements tend to gain weight pretty easily. Most are big foodies at heart. However they couldâve struggled with this especially young, kids couldâve referred them as the âfat kid or friendâ
Many people told Taurus moons/suns that they couldâve been pretty if they lost weight:( (Trisha paytas (Taurus sun) opened up she went thru this)
Capricorn and Virgo placements are the most pessimistic (especially the rising signs)
Scorpio moon đ€ mommy issues
Neptune in the first house people can either have everyone in the room stare at them the minute they walk in or nobody notices they are there. They have the ability to be the most magnetic in the room or completely invisible itâs actually quite impressive.
Capricorn & Scorpio risings are usually considered âmean girlsâ by others who donât know them.
All libra Venusâs I met had an hourglass figure, even if they are considered as overweight their body fat usually goes to the right places and their bodies are very symmetrical.
Aries and Scorpio mars tend to burn a lot of bridges when they get upset with someone. They can say really harsh things that can sometimes be unforgivable. The difference between the two though is that Aries usually regrets what they say most of the time bc they are impulsive but Scorpio will stand on what they say because theyâve probably been feeling like that for awhile.
Libra moons are very approachable & easy to talk too
Aries Venusâs tend to fantasize about being with more than one partner a lot probably tried poly relationship atleast once or thought about it. They can get bored easily with one partner especially if they arenât stimulating enough.
Aries placements tend to fall in love with people who make them laugh (sun and Venus especially)
Cancer moons attract a lot of mentally unstable partners or partners with mental illnesses.
Virgo risings tend to be the teachers pet
Geminis are more of a mystery than Scorpios imo
Moon in the 5th house people are surprisingly secretive about their hobbies and interests. People normally donât know how creative they are.
Capricorn risings and mercuries are the most mature Capricorn placements
Even though Capricorn mars is an exalted placement they tend to struggle A LOT career wise. It can take them a really long time to get where they want to be financially but once they get there they really excel. I feel like this shouldnât be exalted cuz these people really go thru some shit and limitations. They usually have to worker harder than most to get where they need to be.
Taurus mars take a long time in bed. The types to give hour long sessions. They are the best at foreplay hands down.
Virgo moons/ risings tend to look like foxes đŠ
Libra risings can become really dysfunctional when they arenât in a relationship or talking to someone.
Moon in the 7th house people tend to mirror their crushes or partners a lot. They can be easily influenced by their partners for better or for worse. The types to pick up their partners/crushes slang and behavior to impress them.
Saturn in the 7th house people tend to experience a lot of one sided attraction or love :( they usually fall for people who donât really feel the same way back unfortunately. A lot of their relationships were very serious and cold and lacked affection. Partners couldâve treated them like they had the plague..
Pisces and Scorpio men tend to hurt women the most Iâve seen. Iâve seen a lot of women that have really bad experiences from these sun signs (Scorpio moon men as well).
Aqua Venuses have a harder time finding a âsparkâ with others romantically. Which is why once they find that spark they are very devoted and itâs extremely hard for them to move on.
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just a taste
18+. mdni. smut. kinda perv!eddie x fem!reader. he is a lil freaky in this i'll admit.
a/n: i just love the idea of the citrus six all living together lol idk i think itâs so nice also i have never watched cheers i just googled 1991 american tv shows and picked one at random LMAO ++ for the movie, i thought itâd be a nice lil easter egg for them to watch something with winona in:,)
â§ïœ„ïŸ: â§ïœ„ïŸ:
eddie doesnât know who you are or why youâre coming to visit or why exactly it was him that was being made to vacate his room for the two weeks that you were here.Â
âcâmon eddie,â robin pleads, nay, demands, âyou sleep on the couch most nights anyway, whatâs the difference?âÂ
âuh, maybe because itâs my room? i donât want some random girl in there touching my stuff,â almost flabbergasted that sheâs even asking.Â
âsheâs not a random girl,â robin frowns, âsheâs my friend and she needs somewhere to stay.âÂ
âtell her thereâs a great hotel in town,â rolling his eyes, trying to leave the conversation before she breaks out the puppy dog eyes. "i'll even give her a ride if you ask nicely," no longer interested in entertaining this conversation.
âiâll give you fifty bucks,â robin deadpans, using her last resort.
this was bribery of the highest order but eddie's not stupid. fifty bucks is fifty bucks.
ânow?âÂ
she sighs, sliding her wallet from her pocket to reluctantly hand over the bill. she stops just before it touches his palm, âpromise youâll clean your room.âÂ
eddie goes to grab the paper but robinâs faster, jolting her hand into the air, âand change your sheets.âÂ
âokay,â he huffs, holding his palm outstretched.Â
she graciously places the note down, smiling wickedly as she does so before skipping off back to her own room.Â
he can only roll his eyes, turning around to the shit hole that was his room, wondering if fifty dollars was worth having to tackle it.Â
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eddieâs sat on the couch when you arrive, barely looking back as robin begins to fuss, talking loudly about your journey. he doesnât really care enough to involve himself, besides, elvis presley had just given sam a very important message.Â
âeddie,â robin hisses, standing in front of the screen, âdonât be rude, say hello,â her hands firmly on her hips like she was his mother or something.Â
he looks up at the looming figure by the couch, hoping his eyes hadnât given his immediate shock away too much.Â
you flash him a sheepish smile back, waggling your fingers in a short wave.Â
two weeks on the couch didnât seem so bad now.Â
not if you were sleeping in his bed.Â
itâs just a shame that he wouldnât be in there sharing it.Â
âhey,â he stands, hoping to indiscreetly catch his breath, âiâm- uh, iâm eddie,â offering his hand out, though he regrets it as soon as itâs done.Â
who shakes hands now? christ. he needed to get a grip, and badly.Â
âhey,â you reply, your name dripping from your tongue. though you do shake his hand, not bothering to hide your confusion in the process.Â
âeddie very kindly said you could have his room,â a bright, big sarcastic smile on her lips.Â
âyeah.. no biggie..â christ, heâs almost panting. âdo whatever you want in there.. or you know, just- just make yourself at home.âÂ
his desperate pleas for the earth to split open and swallow him whole go unanswered. instead, robin shoots him a concerned glare before ushering you away from his weird, longing gaze.Â
'pull it together loser' she mouths before disappearing, leaving him to reflect upon how utterly hard he had just fumbled that entire situation.Â
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when everyoneâs home from work and youâve exchanged niceties and greetings with the rest of the house, robin brightly suggests a movie.Â
eddie usually hated movie nights in the house.Â
jonathan would want to watch some indie cult classic that no one else had ever heard of, steve wanted to watch some dumb comedy that only heâd find funny and then nancy and robin typically opted for the romance genre.Â
leaving eddie and argyle with absolutely no choice but to sit in silence as they bickered.Â
tonight itâs different, you get to pick.Â
and now heâs not saying that whatever you choose will forever change the way he views you but.. well, thatâs actually exactly it.Â
you land on edward scissorhands.Â
not the worst choice you couldâve made, and hey, his mom used to call him edward when he was in real bad trouble.Â
in the end, it doesnât really matter what you had picked because eddie canât muster up enough energy to actually care about the film. not while your thighs are peeking out from underneath your oversized shirt. he canât help but wonder what theyâd feel like wrapped around his ears. what previous sounds would fall out of your mouth in response.
at some point during the movie, you stand up and walk out of the room to the kitchen but that doesnât stop him. staring through the open door, marvelling at the way the hem of your shirt lifts, exposing the tiny shorts you had on underneath.Â
heâs practically hanging over the back of the couch to get a look, craning his neck at a ninety degree angle just to get a glimpse of your soft, pillowy skin. pinching himself as he tries to resist the urge to just sink his teeth into your inner thigh.
robin jabs her elbow into his ribcage, drawing his eyes back to the room with a grunt and a harsh glare thrown her way.Â
âyouâve been staring at her all night,â she whispers angrily into his ear, âstop it, or next time itâs your balls,â a harsh warning he didnât find entirely necessary.Â
you sidle back into the room, drink in hand and eddie canât help but let his eyes wander over again, short glances that robin hopefully wouldnât pick up on.Â
he canât help it, some magnetic force swaying his gaze in your direction. he wishes so badly that he could just crawl out of his head and tell you how much he wanted you.Â
unfortunately for eddie, heâd instead spend the night dreaming of your ass and all the ways he could have you if heâd only grow a backbone.Â
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living alongside you is an entirely new feat eddieâs not sure heâll survive.Â
itâs torturous.Â
testing the limits of how ridiculously horny one man can get without self-imploding.Â
so close and yet so far. each night youâd tuck yourself into his bed, doing god knows what in between his sheets all without eddie getting a look in.
of course heâd made up a hundred different scenarios to fall asleep to each night.Â
his favourite being the one where he walks into his bedroom to find you mouth open, legs apart, too encapsulated in your pleasure to notice him. only until you do, inviting him closer, between those supple thighs of yours, a forbidden nirvana heâll never get to know.Â
though more often than not heâs cruelly forced back into reality by robin ripping the curtains open at the ass crack of dawn, blaring sunlight on his face as you slip away from the grapples of his dream land.Â
now is his opportunity, the house quiet, bar the muffled giggles of you and robin upstairs. heâs safe for now, he thinks, rather foolishly. itâs late, the rest of them asleep or too busy in their own rooms to catch him in the act.Â
eddieâs never done anything like this before. itâs disgusting, perverted to the core.Â
good grief, this is prosecutable behaviour.Â
tiptoeing down the hall to his room, the door open just a crack, enticing him in further. he can still hear you on the floor above, giving him enough confidence to push it open a little more, edging inside with a quick glance back down the hall, just in case.Â
gratefully it seemed that you were just as messy as he was, your clothes strewn across the floor. his eyes immediately turning to the peeking of lace from under the pile. glancing one last time at the cracked door, ensuring that absolutely nobody would see him.Â
reaching down to gather the fabric in one quick swoop, bunching them in his palm as he lets out a quick sigh of relief.Â
oh fuck. they were so soft, fingers spreading to really get a feel. he wasn't even going to take them, he'd just wanted a little look, something to help his overactive imagination get all the important details right.
âwhat are you doing?â startling him in this precarious position, the lace of your underwear entangled around his fingertips.Â
eddie freezes, he can feel the heat rising through his chest, all the way up to the tips of his ears. scarlet red.Â
âuh.. i..i-i donât know..â he hasnât done anything like this before, he swears.Â
your mouth is open in a sort of half-smirk, half-perplexed gawp, closing the door before he could bolt.Â
you move around the mess, creeping closer until he can feel you brushing against his side, peering over into his hand.Â
âoh wow..â you remark, breath hot and sweet against his cheek, âwhat were you gonna do with those?âÂ
eddie feels sick, trying not to projectile vomit across his room. thereâs no way you wouldnât tell robin. fuck. he could hear you now, voice full of disgust, robin laughing at how pathetic he was.Â
ân-nothing i swear..â stumbling through his sentence, âi was just..â excuses fail to come to mind, âi was uhm.. looking for something,â the absolute best his flustered mind to muster up.Â
âoh really?â reaching around to untangle them from his hand, âyou sure about that?âÂ
thereâs no anger to your voice, but he doesnât dare turn around to look at your face. afraid of what heâll find. your eyes pitying, sad that he has to root around your dirty laundry to get off.Â
âiâm- iâm sure,â though the crack in his voice gives him away.Â
you hum, coming around to stand in front of his gormless face, âso you donât wanna keep these?â holding the evidence up to his face, the hem just barely grazing his cheek.Â
eddieâs knees almost buckle, his breath shuddering as any semblance of composure he had left, floats right out the window.Â
âhere,â reaching forward to tuck the baby blue fabric into the waistband of his sweatpants, your eyes never once leaving his as you do so. âyou keep those.. but next time just ask, okay?âÂ
he nods like an obedient dog, lapping up the scraps you were throwing him. he could stand here all night long, keeping up the weird little power game youâd started.Â
âgoodnight eddie,â you smile, giving him a gentle nudge, a sign for him to get the fuck out.Â
you were the master, he was just the lap dog, eager to please.Â
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at breakfast the next morning, he struggles to even keep his eyes open. having spent an embarrassingly long amount of time on the couch last night shamelessly sniffing the lace youâd gifted him.Â
you donât even acknowledge it, or him for that matter. happily chatting along with nancy about some news article.Â
âoh and eddie,â robin begins, flashing him a stern look, âi donât appreciate finding your fucking panties in between the couch cushions,âÂ
he chokes on his mouthful, his knife clattering against the table in shock. a multitude of eyes turn to stare at the spectacle he was making.Â
âtheyâre- theyâre not mine,â clearing his throat as he clears his name, though he doesnât dare look in your direction, terrified that heâd absolutely lose his mind if he did.Â
âwell whoeverâs they are, i donât care, stop leaving them on the couch.. iâm sure our guest doesnât want to sit amongst dirty underwear,â she bites, calming down now she had gotten her point across.Â
if only she knew.Â
eddie mustâve fallen asleep with them still attached to his hand, thanking his lucky stars that no one had walked in on him with them pressed to his nose. Â
he keeps his head low, focusing on the plate in front of him. nothing had ever been as mortifying as this. not even the time he had slipped off the dinner table in the middle of the cafeteria.Â
cutlery scrapes and clinks against the china, uncomfortable silence until argyle clears his throat, âgnarly meal robin, thanks dude,â seemingly settling the tense atmosphere, for now.Â
everybody hums in agreement, getting back to their food without another word. but your eyes peek up, meeting his with an indescribable glint. and really, the worst part is that eddie would sit through this horrific situation a hundred more times, just for one more measly sniff at your panties.Â
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eddie canât take it anymore.Â
heâs never been so pent up in his entire life. and heâs tried to hold on until he could move back into his room but he couldnât last any longer.Â
but heâs careful, waiting for everyone to trundle on off to bed, listening carefully for the muted click of the light switch and even then, waiting another hour to be sure.Â
the clock glares an alarming 1:04 by the time his belt clinks and his jeans come down, the first of them would be awake in just a few hours, ready to take you on to the airport.Â
he wishes it wouldâve played out differently, that he wouldnât be sat here on the last night of your stay alone. but alas, eddieâs never been particularly brave and especially not in regards to hot women.Â
your panties wrapped around his right hand as he spits on his left, wrapping around his stiff cock while his fingertips play with the lace in his other hand.Â
âohh fuck,â he hisses, wanting nothing more than to start hollering the house down.Â
robin wouldnât be too pleased if she ever found out what heâd done. and he canât really afford to get the entire couch dry-cleaned so he really must be careful.Â
thinking quick, he shoves his t-shirt into his mouth, muffling the chorus of grunts and groans threatening to spill over into the dark room. the muted light from the tv illuminates his face, breathing loudly through his noseÂ
he hadnât heard the door open or the soft sound of your feet padding down the hall, only made aware of your presence when he reopens his eyes, near enough jumping out of his bones.Â
how long had you been there watching him shudder and whine?
âfuck,â he exclaims, fist still wrapped tight around his throbbing cock, too aroused to care about it too much.Â
âyou want some help with that?âÂ
eddie looks at his dick, then back at you, mouth hung open in a mixture of awe and confusion.Â
itâs not very clear but you move closer anyway, sinking to your knees and nestling in between his spread legs.Â
âokay?â maintaining eye contact despite how difficult it was, eyes bright and eager.Â
he nods, unable to comprehend what was happening. knowing heâd wake up from this twisted dream to some soggy boxers and a whole lotta shame.Â
your palm wraps around the base of his cock, shooing his hands away to make room, smiling as your lips wrap around the already leaking tip. were you a psychopath? were you placed on this earth to goad and tease him?
this isnât real. this isnât real. the voice repeats around his head though itâs quickly silenced by your tongue swirling circles around the tip of his cock, readjusting his t-shirt to bite down harshly on the fabric.Â
eddieâs hands lay useless on his thighs, twitching to intertwine with your hair, still doubting the reality of the situation. this could all be a dream and the second he touches your hair, youâd disappear from in front of his eyes.
the t-shirt falls from his lips, âfuuck,â grunting into the tense air, gritting his teeth so as to not expose your precarious position to the rest of the house.Â
the wet sounds of your lips wrapped tight around his cock make his toes curl, his hands find your hair, not without prompting from you. tugging gently at the tendrils as his head starts to spin.Â
when your eyes look up to meet his, eddie thinks he might just cum right down your throat then and there. he can see that troublesome glint in your eye, a roaring fire that he so desperately wants to keep stoking.Â
your fingers slide up his thigh, finding his neglected balls and with a slight smirk, you grab ahold, gently fondling them as his brain melts out of his ears.Â
no one had ever, ever made him feel so good. collectively losing brain cells when you hum on his cock, getting just as much out of this as he was.Â
âoh yeah, fuck- shit fuck, iâmcummingiâmcummingiâmcumming,â eddieâs mouth rushes, louder than he ever shouldâve been. bright flashes of light fill his peripheral, using your scalp as leverage to keep himself on the couch.Â
his hips stutter, thrusting into your mouth with his fingers tight in your hair, yanking harshly in an effort to get your lips off of him before he came everywhere.Â
you donât budge, nails digging into his thigh as his release seeps down your throat, his eyes squeezing shut as his fist instinctively comes up to muffle his mouth, moaning into his clammy palm instead of alerting the entire house.Â
eddieâs other hand lets go of his strong hold on your hair, allowing you to get off of his dick, panting happily as you sit up between his knees and with lips glistening with his release, you kiss him. all soft and gentle while his brain fails to compute.Â
it should be gross. but eddie just canât find it in himself to care, because in reality, this was the hottest thing that had ever happened in his measly little life.Â
âplease let me taste you,â he begs between kisses, grasping desperately at your waist, the fabric of your shirt slipping between his desperate fingers.
you giggle, pulling back to look at him through the dimmed light, ânot now,â you hover just above, constantly teasing and unobtainable
âwell when?" jutting his bottom lip out in hopes it'd convince you to change your mind.
"when i'm back," letting him down gently. eddie'd count the seconds till you came back if that was what it took to get even a tiny glimpse of your pussy.
âwhat time do you leave?â he pants, chasing your lips. eddie was nothing if not a chancer, though if it hadn't happened already, there's a miniscule chance of it happening now.
âseven,â whispering back, a hint of annoyance that this build up had only crescendoed now, just as you were about to leave. he'll blame robin for that, poking her nose in and trying to turn him off. it shouldn't have worked. he should've been braver.
âbut itâs your turn,â an awful sadness and regret overcoming him. someone better, someone like steve, would've had you pinned to that couch by now, his head between your thighs and your slick dripping down his chin. Â
ânext time,â only repeating yourself, smiling coyly before you plant one last kiss to his longing lips before standing fully upright and disappearing back off to his room, leaving him reeling with a story nobody else would ever believe.
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BabyDaddy! Jason Todd
BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who almost never picks up your daughter on time for their weekends together, but always promises to make it up with Daddy-Daughter dates, mostly to the mall or teaparties at home.
"Daddy got busy this weekend, pretty girl... But I promise we can have a tea party with Mr. Dino as soon as I see you, alright?"
That was almost always his excuse when you'd call and put your little girl on the line with him.
BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who almost never has child support in on time, even though it's a relatively low amount since you decided to have a bit of mercy on him in court.
"Look, I'll get it to you as soon as I can, doll. Just got a little sidetracked this week with a few jobs."
The same thing he always said when the $80 for the week was due. But you always caved and gave him a few extra days, even if you knew it was because he blew it on new gear for his patrols and missions.
BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who won't let your daughter come over to his apartment right after a mission because he has to lay low and doesn't want to put her in danger.
"Daddy went on a last minute trip, baby girl... I promise he'll take you the next time he goes somewhere, okay?"
The same promise you always made when she gave you those doe eyes and got teary over missing Jason after a long mission
BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who you have to plan sleepovers with because they almost always happen to end up on one of his weekends.
"As long as she's happy, it's fine. Can I pick her up on Monday? I can ask B for the night off and drop her off at daycare in the morning."
Jason tries his hardest not to show just how hurt he is whenever his daughter and you have to cancel plans on him, but you see right through it every time.
BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who you invite over for a couple of drinks on the nights your gorgeous girl is out for a sleepover at a friend's or your family's.
"You didn't have to invite me over, y'know... I'm fine on my own, really. But I appreciate it."
His famous last words before the both of you end up tipsy and handsy with eachother for the rest of the night.
BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who you're not really sure just how you ended up underneath after only a few drinks and a friendly chat.
"Look at how that tight pussy pulls me in... Almost like you're begging for another baby. That what you want, gorgeous? Me to fill you with another one of my babies?"
He still watches you take a Plan B the next morning, though. Neither of you can handle another child just yet, especially while just hooking up after months of minimal contact.
BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who falls for you all over again after a few of those nights filled with drinking and the sound of skin on skin.
"Thanks for inviting me over, sweetheart... I'm sorry if I overstayed my welcome."
Of course he didn't. You knew exactly what would happen as soon as your daughter asked to go to a sleepover, and you didn't regret it one bit.
Maybe Jason wasn't so bad, after all.
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The Insidious Cycle of the Abuser Who Says They Love You: Mythal and Solas
Likely goes without saying, but Veilguard spoilers all under the jump.
I have been absolutely wrecked by the end scenes in Veilguard for weeks now, and I want to do a deep dive into Solas's relationship with Mythal and how it absolutely reeks of abuse. Long post incoming!
CW for heavy discussion of cycles of abuse, trauma response, and abuse tactics.
When I finished my first playthrough, this moment hit me like an absolute freight train. His visceral response to her presence and the way he instinctively retreats and flinches back/puts out a hand to protect himself is a full-blown trauma response.
And then she starts talking and moving towards him, and it gets worse.
Solas curls in on himself; his body goes even further into self-protection mode. His face is downcast, not the way he bowed to his vhenan moments before with a straight back and open posture, but shrinking.
And then as she advances, he cowers.
He completely folds inward. He crumples; he shakes, he hyperventilates, and the moment she reaches for him, he fumblingly offers her the lyrium dagger to kill him with.
Is this shame? Yes, of course, but it's far, far more than that.
For the sake of brevity, I'm going to limit this list to the four most widely recognised trauma responses:
Fight
Flight
Freeze
Fawn
As someone whose primary trauma response is fawn (wooo CPTSD), which is intensely common among people who experience complex trauma, especially through emotional and prolonged physical/mental abuse where their needs are discarded, pushed aside, or otherwise steamrolled, I felt this right alongside Solas. My own body responded to seeing it. This is, quite frankly, one of the most visceral and realistic (and extreme) fawn responses I've seen depicted in media.
Mythal in this scene is...phew, something else.
"She was the best of them," Solas tells us in Trespasser.
But she was not good, everything tells us in Veilguard.
Let's look at his regrets in chronological order.
Through Solas's memories of regret, we see this germinate in his foundational regret: leaving the Fade to take a physical form.
He does not want to do this. He tells her he does not want to do this. From the conversation, it's clear it's not the first time she's asked.
And the way she asks? Outright coercion.
"You have so long observed the world. Why not consider joining it?" [I want you to do this thing, so I will frame it as logical for you to make the choice I want you to make.]
"But I have no desire to live as humans. Besides, this talk of taking on a solid form. I think you underestimate the danger." [I don't want to do that. It does not feel safe to me.] "When you took the glowing stone to build your body, did the earth not shake?" [This is dangerous and selfish.]
"The lyrium gives us the strength we had when we were of the Fade; we are the best of both physical and Fade." [It makes us powerful, so I don't care about the risks.] "I need your wisdom, Solas, to withstand the louder voices like Elgar'nan's who would go too far." [If you do not come with me, a tyrant you abhor will make others suffer.] "I need you."
"This is madness. You must know that." [I don't want to do this at all. This will hurt me. I don't want this.] "I will always follow where you go." [Because I love you and trust you.]
Mythal's words in this part are classic abusive framing. When appealing to his natural curiosity does not work and he expresses strong rejection of her logical thought process (just because I have observed this place does not mean I want to go there, echoing his comments to the Inquisitor in DAI: "Many Orlesian peasants dream of travelling to exotic Rivain. But not everyone wants to go to Rivain!") and expresses that there is significant danger to continue to build bodies out of lyrium, she changes tactics.
Her second tactic is that it gives them power--she implies that he is limited and not enough for being only of the Fade. If he follows her, he will be the best of both, like she is. She clearly already sees herself as above him.
Her third tactic is pure emotional blackmail: "I need you. I will give in to the tyrants without your wisdom, and having your counsel in the Fade is not enough. If you don't go against your own nature and desires, people will suffer...and it will be your fault for not being by my side."
She doesn't say those things outright, but they are implied by everything she is saying. He says again he doesn't want it--that it is madness and that she must be aware of that despite her ignoring any suggestion that she actually is. All she is seeing is power and her desires: for Solas to do what she wants him to do.
So he agrees. Because she is his friend, and she says she needs him.
As far as core wounds go, this one is a doozy. It's absolutely brutal, because it's irrevocable. It's a point of no return. It's the first in what will become millennia of regret, of her ignoring the Wisdom she coerced out of the Fade to do what she wants regardless, to continue to push him to twist his nature under the guise of the greater good, to continue to cede to Elgar'nan and enable the very tyrants she promised him to balance.
This regret was deeply painful for me to watch. The nuance here is easily lost if people don't understand abuse tactics and how this sort of manipulation is used. It also serves to bind Solas to Mythal, an enormous sunk cost fallacy in the making--once he has made this choice, there is no going back.
And you see Solas curled in on himself in anguish and regret from the trauma of taking a physical form. It is in deep, painful contrast to his open, free wingspan as a spirit of Wisdom; he will never be the same.
"Have you created what we need?" From the outset Mythal is framing this as his idea as much as hers, when from everything he says, that is not true.
"With this, the proper ritual will sunder every Titan from its spirit. But you must know, those severed dreams will certainly be driven mad, a disembodied blight of pain and anger. It--is--awful what we are doing."
"And the only way to end this war."
Again, Solas offers the wisdom she claimed she took him from the Fade to listen to. He warns her, again, of the danger. He does not want to do this. Just like he warned her of the earth quaking when they made their bodies--they, the Evanuris, started this war by taking what they wanted regardless of who it hurt. He never wanted to participate in it, but now he is in the middle of that war. Mythal was one of the initial perpetrators of this war; she brought Solas into it against his will because he loved her, and now he's stuck. He is past his point of no return. And she is still using his heart against him. She has isolated him from everyone he knew in the Fade; he has no one to support him. He. Only. Has. Her.
This is another classic abuse tactic; if the person being abused has no one else, they will continue to enable that abuse even if it harms others, because they cannot see a way out. If you don't do what I say, it will destroy our children, our family. If you don't do what I say, this war will consume all you have, and you no longer have a home to return to. If you don't do what I say and hurt yourself and the Other, more will suffer, and it will be your fault.
Again, his posture, curled up and broken, appearing to cradle a now-tranquil Titan beneath him--and be embraced in return. This is an interesting artistic choice here, one that aches. It speaks to the depth of his own wound and how much it rent his own spirit to follow through with Mythal's wants here; that it sundered him from his spirit as much as it did the Titans.
"You cannot do this, Elgar'nan! You swore we would give up our commands when this war was over!"
"Our people need our leadership. If you are unwilling, leave."
From Elgar'nan, this is expected. From Mythal?
"Our people must rebuild. And we must help unite them."
Solas, once again, betrayed. He put his trust in Mythal and in the other Evanuris to follow through with their promise. Everything he has done thus far is poisoned in this moment; had the Evanuris indeed stepped back rather than stepped on necks, perhaps Solas could have healed, found a way to live with what he had done, maybe even to make amends. But this starts his war anew--and Mythal is standing with his enemy despite her promises, despite every wheedling word she's used to get what she wants from him over the centuries and longer, despite him turning from everything, everything, he loved to love her. This is the moment where he understands that he has only been a tool to her all along.
"So we did not fight for freedom, but to conquer this land and our own."
Let's pick apart Solas's words.
So we did not fight for freedom: He truly believed that he was fighting for freedom, that no matter how bad it got, that he could bear it for freedom.
But to conquer this land: Literally the land, I think, because of the Titans. To subdue them at all costs. This was not what he came for, but he believed Mythal.
And our own: Our own, our people, more spirits we gave bodies for this war, more who may not have wanted to leave the Fade. Our own, our people. To Solas, he is one of them. In this moment, he realises how much Mythal holds herself above all of them.
Elgar'nan's words are all too telling: "We fought to win. And now the Evanuris are as gods. I do not answer to Mythal's annoying lapdog."
They all--all--see him thus. As her pet.
Because he is. She has, until now, controlled him utterly with her manipulation and "need" for him.
"The people are afraid. They must believe in something." Mythal does not even stand up for Solas here; she does not reject Elgar'nan's perception of him. All she does is further distance herself.
The people are afraid: The Evanuris made them. They are as controlled as Solas and more.
Elgar'nan asserts, "They need strength."
"And wisdom." Mythal has the absolute gall to attribute this to herself, when Solas is the source of the wisdom she "needed" for so long. (Belated addition: And another level here: she may also be saying again that she needs him, but doing so in a way that doesn't require her to stand up for him directly. Honestly, fucking gross.)
"They need gods who can protect them," Elgar'nan continues.
"We are not gods. You will learn that." Solas's voice here is pure defeat. The scales are falling from his eyes.
"Every lapdog holds a wolf inside," says Elgar'nan.
Solas knows that Elgar'nan's "protection" is hollow, based on subjugation. And I think in this moment, he learns that Mythal's is based only in her belief that she is better than those beneath her, who cannot possibly handle themselves.
So her lapdog becomes the Wolf.
"I was not certain you would come."
Solas's opening words in this regret show the distance between them already and how much he has realised he does not know this woman who called herself his friend.
And her response is to instantly blame him.
"You are the one who walked away. I never turn my back when my friend needs me."
In putting this post together, this line absolutely sucker punched me. I've watched these several times already, but the absolute audacity to blame him for standing up for his principles for the first time against all her manipulation? Hoo.
She blames him for doing just that, "turning his back when his friend needed him." She needed her enabler, and when he stopped, she turned bitter. Just like any abuser.
That he goes straight into "The Evanuris seek the magic of the Blight" instead of engaging, honestly shows that he's still Wisdom. That is one battle that is unwinnable, trying to stand up against an abuser's bullshit like that.
"Impossible," she says. "The Blight is safely sealed away forever."
Gaslight, girl boss, gatekeep.
"Though I wish I could believe you." [You have lied to me so many times.] "I have sensed the breaking of the wards."
And her answer is patronising. "I will investigate your claims." [I don't believe you.] "If they forget the danger of the Blight, I will endeavour to remind them."
Solas knows this is futile. "What if, instead, you left the Evanuris and remained with me? Do you not wish for freedom from this struggle?"
He asks her, again, to veer from the dangerous path. He desperately wants to believe he was not completely wrong about her, I think. If she were to leave, he could heal somewhat, for not having so thoroughly misjudged her character.
Am I enough for you? Was I ever enough? is the unspoken question here when he asks if she will remain with him.
And in return, he gets back even more patronising bullshit and hubris. "Be at peace, love. I will stop them."
(Can you tell Mythal pisses me off?)
She calls him love. What an unbearable insult after everything, to go on telling him she cares for him whilst ignoring his wisdom--the very wisdom she coerced him into leaving the Fade so she would have by her side--and consolidating her own power at the expense of his people.
"As you must," he says. "The Blight is our mistake."
Might be unpopular, but I do not think Solas bears a split fifty-fifty custody for whose fault the Blight is. Could he have said no about the dagger? Could he have pushed then? Maybe. But by this point, he'd already had probable millennia of complex trauma and a deeply abusive codependent relationship, probably also a level of magical bond. Like, sorry, Trick and BioWare, if you want to retcon everything you shared with us in Inquisition about being in service to the Evanuris ("You have given yourself into the service of an ancient elven god! You are Mythal's creature now. Everything you do, whether you know it or not, will be for her.") AND Mythal casually overriding her servants' will and Solas burning her vallaslin off his face and leaving a scar and devoting himself to freeing the elven people from the Evanuris's domination, fine, but I don't buy it. Even if there was no magical compulsion on him all this time, that is immaterial.
Complex trauma literally rewires the brain to survive. She spent lifetimes programming him, isolating him, stripping from him every bit of agency he had. This man did not have the capacity to say no.
When our no is trampled even for a few months or years, we stop trying to use it. We comply. We, as mortal humans, cannot begin to comprehend the compounded trauma of millennia of this happening with the stakes of worlds in the balance. Solas, quite simply, has lost the entire ability to consent. No one of us can even imagine.
Yet he managed to walk away from her somehow, when she chose Elgar'nan. This man is stronger than anyone gives him credit for.
The dagger was clearly Mythal's idea. The plan to sever the Titans from their dreams, clearly her idea. To end the war. For there to be "peace". For there to be "freedom". Except that never came.
His loyalty was to her and to their people; hers was only ever to herself.
And again, she walks away and lets Solas suffer.
What a good friend.
[screaming from the general direction of Scotland]
She put her trust in monsters instead of her oldest friend, and the monsters ate her face.
Anyone surprised? I'm surprised. (I'm not surprised.)
And on top of this, Mythal finally, finally giving Solas one tiny breadcrumb that she had any principles remaining? I think that cemented his bindings to her forever. Not just that the Evanuris killed her, but why they killed her: because after millennia, she listened to him.
For someone that deep into trauma and abuse? Well. We know what happened.
It cannot be overstated that with his imprisonment of the Evanuris and the Blight, Solas saved the entire world. The entire world. Every living being in Thedas had a chance at life because of him. Only because of him.
Morrigan says it early on in the game, that for all the consequences of the veil (which, it also must be said, was not supposed to be global!), "his imprisonment of the Evanuris was just. Had he not done so, all of Thedas would have fallen to the Blight."
And the world has hated him for it.
He woke after sleeping for millennia, exhausted by this immense act of magic, to discover that not only had it gone horribly wrong, but that it had cost his people everything. That Tevinter had come in and enslaved them, released a trickle of the Blight after breaking into the Black City, used so much blood magic that the veil itself all over Thedas has been in tatters--not least because in releasing the Blight, the survivors had had to face down and kill the dragon thralls (archdemons) of the Evanuris, rendering five out of seven of them mortal, and with their deaths over the intervening centuries, the veil had grown threadbare with only two Evanuris sustaining it.
The risks were catastrophic, the price unbearable.
Everything he'd ever done to protect the world could still come crashing down...and in a sick twist of fate, he would be alive to see it.
And, shockingly, so would Mythal.
Mythal, whose fragment has just been chilling in a swamp for centuries in human form. Mythal, whose abuse of him lasted through the entirety of the world's history. Mythal, who, due to the Evanuris's betrayal and her abusee's abandonment, has become little more than retribution.
Mythal, who could have set him free at any point in all this time and didn't, because he was hers.
Mythal, who is the only remaining person with the power to do what he feels must be done.
I find it interesting that they chose not to use the post-Inquisition dialogue at all. Interesting also that they used Mythal's voice actor and not Flemeth's. This feels like a retcon, but we'll go with it. Whatevs.
"I knew that you would find me soon enough. You need the power of a god, the strength that I alone still carry."
She's still asserting her own godhood.
He's not having it. "The blighted Evanuris will soon break free from their prison. I must make a stronger one that can contain them."
He's not wrong. Not even a little bit wrong. And he's also right that she won't help him. Why would she? She never has.
"While the prison is important, it is not the only goal you seek."
"Why should I not tear down the veil? And bring back immortality to all the elven people? They deserve it."
And this is where I get even more raging, because Mythal's answer is this: "The elven people of today do not deserve to see the world they love torn apart to salve your conscience."
I'm sorry, what?
The world they love? The world that has offered them nowt but literal genocide for thousands of years? The world where in Tevinter, they're chattel slaves and worse, fuel for blood magic without a thought? The world where in the "civilised", slaveless nations to the south, they're either confined to alienages and subjected to repeated genocide (that's what a "purge" is, if anyone isn't clear on that) or the remnants of the Dales, who are the descendents of another enormous genocide? The world where elven magic has been pillaged but elven mages in human settlements are confined to Circles and abused or made tranquil or also genocided by Templars invoking the Rite of Annulment? The world where they're called "elf savage" and "rabbit" and "knife ear" and cannot participate in Thedosian religious life because the Chantry erases every instance of elves from even the Chant of Light? The world where it took the Inquisitor installing a perpetrator of genocide on the Orlesian throne (both Celene AND Gaspard fit this bill) and either having Celene reconcile with Briala (Briala and Celene's relationship could be a whole other post. Boak.) and blackmailing them to give a single elf lands and a title? That world????
What the fuck, Mythal, die faster.
I got real mad there for a second. I'm fine. I'm fine!
Solas, once more, simply says, "I must fix what I have broken. I am sorry."
More than she deserves, frankly. Man's a mess, but at least he tries. She's been chilling in a swamp and pulling puppet strings for ages and abusing her kids. Nudging history like it's some sort of hobby, because it has always just been pieces on a board to her. They have never been people in her eyes like they are in his.
"As am I, old friend."
Aye, get tae fuck. Friends don't treat friends the way you treated Solas. The closest thing to an apology Solas will ever get from her is that she pretty much just lies down and dies when he comes to kill her. And she still won't set him free before he does. Has to continue to twist her own knife.
This scene has me riled.
And this takes us back to the beginning of this post.
To her essence showing up to release him from her service.
In what is, to me, the least accountable, bare minimum non-apology (she never actually says she's sorry) I've had the displeasure to witness in a videogame, with Solas literally cowering before her and offering her a knife to kill him with since this is the first time he's seen her actual, non-Flemythal face since she died.
This was never a friendship of equals. Ever.
She got one thing right. She did break him. But she knew it all this time, and she never took a single step to put it right until pushed. Her corner of the Crossroads, which he built for her in the desperate hope that she would show a glimmer of the friend he believed she was, notably has a pair of wolf statues. Both beheaded.
She's spent all this time punishing him further.
He never went to visit her? I wouldn't either. I could not blame him.
This has gone to an angry place. So let's conclude with what is, I think, the entire point.
Grace.
"I lied. I betrayed you."
"I forgive you."
Has anyone--anyone--in all his long life, ever said those words to him?
I'll say that again: has anyone--ANYONE--in all his millennia of existence, EVER said those words to him?
I forgive you.
Mythal certainly didn't.
The world certainly didn't.
He has shouldered all the blame of an entire pantheon, a war that broke the world, a blight, everything, always, and while people have come alongside him to help him, I am not sure anyone (certainly not anyone he cares about) has given him the grace of forgiveness.
The beauty of this final scene for me wasn't just Ilaana, wasn't just Ilaana reuniting with the man she has loved for a decade who has spent all that time pushing her away so he couldn't--in his mind--inevitably poison the love of the only person who has seen his spirit and cherished it without twisting him.
It was the slow realisation that Rook trusted his love enough to try.
It was Morrigan, who carries all Mythal's memories and her own of Flemythal's abuse and machinations, who responds to Rook's question about her views of Solas with: "Or do you mean to discover if I would stand directly against the Dread Wolf, were there a need? I shall aid you in any way but that. What has passed between Solas and Mythal...I beg you: do not ask this of me again."
Morrigan knows. She will not raise a hand against him. She will not try to stop him. She will let the veil fall. She will not fight with Rook. Because she knows this being whose memories she holds has harmed him enough.
Solas, in these final moments, even before Mythal shows up to gut punch him, realises all these people have somehow, somehow, banded together to help him.
Not work for him.
Not be his agents.
Not worship him.
Not follow him blindly.
To help him. To help Solas. To help him, after all this time, take the first steps towards himself. Towards his own essence, so long twisted into something he never sought or wanted.
The Inquisitor and Morrigan certainly understand what it's like to be seen only as the symbol others raise in your image. Rook will learn that someday, but is still naive.
But even with that naivete, willing. Present. Able to put aside being a chess piece on his board. Able to see that they would never have succeeded without his help. Able to trust two people who know him better than they ever will.
Able to offer him grace.
And when they produce Mythal's essence, how that must brutalise him; to think that perhaps all this has been to let his abuser kill him back. He clearly thinks that's what's happening. He breaks. He fawns. He offers her the blade that has caused so much pain.
Her release of him is the bare minimum she owes him. I've already railed about that.
What is transcendent here, transformative--it is the mortals.
The mortals offering grace to a god who never wanted to be a god.
It's them together showing him a way out of an endless cycle of trauma and abuse. No one of them alone is enough. Without Rook, they wouldn't have Mythal's essence; Morrigan can't go get it, and she can't do what is needed because she's not actually Mythal, only has her memories. Without Morrigan, who can stand there with those memories but from the compassionate perspective of someone who has watched them in horror from the outside. She's far from objective, but she can do this one thing to help.
Without the Inquisitor (romanced or not, still someone he let know him as he most desperately wanted to be known--the Fade-walker, the Dreamer, the humble mage who desperately needed a friend). The Inquisitor, who kneels before him to comfort him. Who sees his hurt and responds.
If romanced, without Lavellan, who kneels to repeat back words he once shouted at the Nightmare in the Fade after Adamant.
"Dirth ma, harellan. Ma banal enasalin. Mar solas ema mar din." (Speak, traitor. Your victory was fruitless. Your pride gives way only to your death.)
To which Solas replied, "Banal nadas."
On the surface, nothing is inevitable, but can also be taken to mean that nothingness is inevitable, entropy, the final void. (Thanks to Dumped, Drunk, and Dalish for this excellent long post on this scene.)
And here is Lavellan, kneeling beside him with those words. "Banal nadas ar lath, ma vhenan."
Nothing is inevitable but the love we share, my heart.
I see everything you are, all you have done, and I love you. I forgive you for the pain you have caused me. I understand, see, and forgive.
No one has ever shown him grace like this.
Ever.
And Solas, this shattered man, sobs.
He sobs.
Someone has taken the trouble to isolate his voice in the video. This man has nothing left. And, after millennia of this trauma cycle repeating over and over, he is finally free to make the choice he wants to make. It's not the outcome he wants; that has to be said. He doesn't want to leave the veil up. He doesn't want to be bound into prison forever with no hope of seeing the world he fought for ever return.
But he is done.
In the Fade after Adamant, there is a cemetery with the worst fears of every companion scriven on shrines and stones. Solas's is dying alone.
After all of this, he is willing to face just that--and would, if not for her.
She knows his deepest fears. She has faced the demon Mythal made of the man she loves. She has given unwitting comfort to the spirit of Wisdom still within. She has seen his sweetest self. Nurtured him, cherished him, and has been nurtured and cherished in return.
Does she want to leave the world behind and spend eternity in a Fade prison? Probably not her first choice. It's not my Ilaana's; she has been on his side all this time, dreaming of a world where the spirits she loves can be reunited with the world in peace and ready to make that happen.
But it was not supposed to happen this way. It did happen this way anyway.
He has sacrificed everything--everything--including his own spirit self, his soul, his life. How could she not offer him what no one ever has? A friend forever, a lover willing to walk the din'an shiral by his side, a companion to ward off the forever alone.
Together, the two of them can begin to heal, with their counterpart who has always seen through the burdens of the world to the soul within.
This is the only thing I've ever had any faith in. Grace I know you carry us Grace And it was such a mess Grace I don't say it enough Grace You are so loved
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OBX Season 5: Payback for Maybank - masterlist
Actor! Au Pairing: Actress! Reader x Drew Starkey Your Character: Piper Monroe, a jack of all trades whose hustle was making a living as an arms dealer in Morocco. Until a group of foreigners find her with an appetite for revenge, and she decides to tag along.
These can be read in any order, the season summary is just to give you some background on the character and role you played in the final season. In this mini series you'll get to see what really goes on behind the scenes.
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Season Summary: This season, the Pogues are back, and their hunt for Chandler Groff leads them through the scorching sands of Moroccoâand straight into your path, a mischievous arms dealer with secrets as deep as your scars. Due to your betrayal, the Pogues are ambushed and barely survive, saved only by your last-minute change of heart. Even after your redemption and display of loyalty, Rafe still doesnât trust you, and in your uneasy alliance, he keeps you close, sometimes too close. Tension crackles between you, with moments where his knife is at your throat, yet something unspoken simmers beneath the surface. In the final episode, as danger closes in, confessions boil over when you and Rafe find yourselves held hostage by the leader of the mercenaries, Finch. During your time in bondage, you connect on feelings of solitude and regrets, but you see a spark in him when he mentions a girl back home, a reason to keep fighting. It's a race against time before Finch comes back to kill you. To both your frustration, critical thinking and strategic camaraderie are necessary for your escape. When you find yourselves stuck in a sticky situation amidst your escape, you make the ultimate sacrifice for Rafe, reminding him, âYou have someone to live for,â before initiating a human diversion in a suicide mission, giving Rafe the chance to make it back to the Pogues, giving him a second chance.
Below the cut youâll find my masterlist of life behind the scenes of season 5. Including premiere appearances, bloopers, red carpets, interviews and your budding romance with Drew.
Lights, Camera, Action! -> It's your first day on set and your nerves are through the roof but the cast makes you feel at home. You practice your lines, but the sparks between you and Drew are unscripted.
Between the Lines -> It's the little things that go on behind the scenes between you and Drew that makes your chemistry electric.
Co-Star Confessions-> The cast takes you along for a trip to take a lie detector test. The jokes are rolling and the tea starts to spill.
Portugal Nights-> The day was tense. Rehearsals were much more heated than the lines intended and the thin rubber band of restraint holding you both apart was bound to snap, and it finally does.
The Wrap Party-> Filming is over and that's a wrap for Outer Banks. Things get emotional but Drew knows how to cheer you up.-coming soon (January 2025!)
Limelight -> Due to your smaller role in the season compared to the main cast, you only had a few solo interviews but not without a few surprises. -coming soon
Wardrobe Malfunction-> You and Drew were scheduled to make it to the red carpet by 8 sharp, but not everything goes as planned.-coming soon
Ship Wars-> The fans are back at it again, and the shipping continues. Debating that Piper and Rafe should've had a romantic arc. You and Drew are given a special interview to address them.-coming soon
The Power Couple-> Drew finally made things official, so you began to have your fun with the fans and let them put the pieces together.-coming soon
The After Party-> The champagne is bubbly in your systems when you and Drew are stumbling into your hotel room after the party.-coming soon
I do not own or take credit for the characters or cast of outer banks. These are all pure fiction and do not accurately reflect the cast.
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SNAPING AT THEIR KIDS â Jujutsu Kaisen
( CW ) f!reader, children, tantrums, lots of tears Â
FEATURING: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Choso KamoÂ
Authors note: the way Chosoâs son refuses to eat dinner when you all sit down, he just huffs and puffs and you eventually have to give in and buy him Taco Bell, so he doesnât go to sleep on an empty stomach. And Gojoâs son knew what he was doing when he hit him hehe.Â
âŸGOJO SATORUÂ
âDaddy, I wanna go to the park.â His twins yell for what feels like the thousandth time today. Satoru whines, throwing his arm over his eyes when one of the twins points flashlights in his face. âI said no, Daddy doesnât feel well todayâwe can play in your room, how about we build a fort?â Satoru answers againâjust like he did the last time and the time before and the time before that. âNo Daddy! Wanna go to âpark!â His girl screams before his son hits him square in the dick with the flashlight. He jumps up, howling in pain. âI said not today!â He snaps and instantly regrets it when he hears the venom in his voice. How holds his throbbing dick before looking up and his babies. They both stare at him with frowns. His little girl looks about ready to start sobbing and his son looks like he wants to hit him with the flashlight again. âShit, Iâm sorry I didnât mean to yell,â He apologizes, flinching back when little tears slip out their eyes. âIâm sorry, I'm sorry, donât cry. How âbout we go to the park okay? Daddy didnât mean to yell, oh donât cry, baby.â He whispers, reaching out with big hands to grab them and pull them into his lap. âPark?â âYep, park.â They look at each other before breaking out in a scream.Â
âŸGETO SUGURUÂ
âDaddy?â His daughter pulls the end of his long hair. âI'm busy, baby.â He answers as he scrolls through his emails on his work computer. âWanna see.â She whines, trying to climb onto her fatherâs lap. She just slides off, unable to pull her body weight up with small arms. âIn a little bit, go play with Mommy baby,â he says, trying to convince his daughter who just huffs and holds her arms up to him. âI wanna work too!â She whines and Suguru grumbles before lifting her onto his lap. He sets her in the nook of her arm. She snuggles into Suguru's content for a few minutes. âMy turn Daddy.â She stands up on his lap and reaches over to touch the computer. She fails, instead pushing the cup of water he had been slipping on. The cup tilts over and pours all over Suguruâs computer. âDammit D/n!â He growls out and though he doesn't yell his deep voice is enough to cause his daughter to jump in fear. âSorry, âm sorry.â She cries, trying to crawl out of her father's lap. âShit--Itâs alright baby. Hey, itâs okay sweet girl.â âI didnât mean to.â âI know. Letâs clean up our mess, okay?â He kisses his daughter's forehead and carries her to grab a towel.Â
âŸCHOSO KAMOÂ
âI donât want your ugly food.â His son screams at him. âWell, you arenât getting Fast food.â He mutters. âI want Taco Bell!â He screams, but Choso just ignores him and continues to stir the food. âI said I want Taco Bell!â He throws himself on the floor, kicking and rolling around Chosoâs legs. Choso tries to ignore the temper tantrum his son is throwing but after several minutes it starts to get unbearable. Anything he says just goes in one ear and out the other. âNo Fast food!â He eventually snaps. S/n immediately stops rolling on the floor when he hears his father yell. Choso turns the stove on low before walking over and crouching in front of his son. âDaddy doesnât wanna yell baby, but you gotta understand that you canât get Fast food every day. Itâs not healthy for you alright?â He explains to his son. His son just glares up at him. Choso smiles back which prompts the little boy to grumble how stupid and ugly his father looks. When they eventually come to an understanding, he picks him up and lets him help him cook. Â
âŸNANAMI KENTOÂ
Nanamiâs loud voice echoes through the living room, and you race to the living room in worry. Once you turn the corner you see your daughter looking at him with wide tear-filled eyes. Sheâs never seen this side of her dad; you canât think of one time her dad raised his voice at her. âKento? Whatâs going on?â You glare at him as your daughter comes running into you. You hold her little body to you. Kento stands there with a shocked expression on his face. He didnât mean to snap at his little girl, he just had a bad day at the office and brought that attitude home. âDaddyâs mean.â Your daughter cries out, wrapping her small arms tighter around your legs. âPrincess,â Kento whispers as he cautiously walks towards you two. âI didnât mean to yell at you princess, Iâm so sorry.â He chokes out, crouching down to her level. When she hears the familiar softness in her dadâs voice, she slowly peaks around you. Kento holds his arms open. She doesnât hesitate and jumps into her father's arms. âsâok I forgive you, Daddy.â She sniffles into his neck. Nanami squeezes her tightly, whispering out apologies on how heâll never do it again. You can tell by the look in his eyes your daughter will be getting extra spoiled in the next few days. Â
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