#idk who that blonde calling herself wonder girl was

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Young Justice (2019) #6

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OUR LITTLE DOVE

pairings: dark!lucy gray x fem!reader, dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader, coriolanus snow x lucy gray

summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you. but it seems lucy gray is willing to share you with a certain peacekeeper, even if you aren’t.

warnings: crazy lucy n corio conspiring like evil doers, manipulation, chasing, primal play?? is that what is called idk corio enjoys hunting your ass down, kidnapping, drugging, forced into accepting a third partner?? nc touching, abuse of power (peacekeeper), power dynamics, kinda cheating (lucy n corio), guilt-trip, jealousy, threatening, self doubt and relationship problems, murder, betrayal

word count: 3.0k

a/n: lol i complain about wanting to write fluff but all my good ideas r so dark 😭 someone needs to give me tips on how to write girls cuz i have no experience would be easier if i was gay boooo!!

he was like a shadow, stuck to your back, always.

you’d complained to lucy numerous times that you didn’t feel comfortable around him when she played at the hob, knowing he’d be there, in the crowd. “sweetie, he was my mentor. he helped me so much in the games, i wouldn’t be here without him. you love me don’t you? so you need to learn to love him too, he’s a good friend a mine. i love you and i gotta get to the stage baby.” she explained as she ran around getting herself and the covey ready.

you were always front row. wanting to be as close to lucy as possible. she looked especially majestic tonight with flowers in her hair. as you listened to her sing you’d managed to forget about the certain blonde peacekeeper near the back. but he hadn’t forgotten about you, nor lucy.

you’d left to get a drink and you’d came back to an unfamiliar tune. you usually knew every song being played off by heart but this was new.

Everyone's born as clean as a whistle

As fresh as a daisy

And not a bit crazy

Staying that way's a hard row for hoeing

she sounded as angelic as usual and the crowd around you seemed entranced.

As rough as a briar

Like walking through fire

This world, it's dark

This world, it's scary

lucy smiled at you once, just once. which threw you off since you usually got a bunch. especially during new songs and songs about you. was this not also about you?

I've taken some hits, so

No wonder I'm wary It's why

I need you

so it is about me! you thought as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to sway to the music and singing. you’d hoped you wouldn’t miss a smile headed your way.

You're as pure as the driven snow

your eyes flew open as you stared at lucy, she was looking past you and to the peacekeeper. to coriolanus snow. you’d always been a rational person, you prided yourself on restraint but that restraint was hanging on by a thread. you wanted to jam a beer bottle into his neck. lucy was your girlfriend not his. and yet he smiled stupidly towards her as she sang and you could feel your heart clawing its way up. best to leave now rather than stay and hear more of the ever so driven man.

your head was spinning as you slumped to the floor, in one of your finest dresses yet worst mental states. of course, something had formed between the two. she was in the goddamn hunger games and he was her mentor. trauma bonding? he quite literally saved her life, coached her and you did what? sat at home and hoped.

hope could only get you so far.

your hope and faith in lucy gray baird was dwindling as her lyrics swirled in your head. of course she loved him. who wouldn’t? the man was undeniably eye catching. a capitol man. but you’d always imagined lucy staying away from the capitol, despising them. but maybe it wasn’t the captiol part but the man part. maybe she wanted a true life, a home, marriage and children and everything she could wish for.

what on earth could you provide her with?

“y/n?” it sure as hell wasn’t lucy calling out for you and you knew that. coriolanus’s reflection was prominent in the puddle before you as he neared. great, you sneered, would love to get to know you mr peacekeeper. please tell me how you stole my lovely girlfriend from me!

your chest felt oh so heavy as you heard his footsteps in the gravel, determined and unwavering as he made his way to your slumped body. “what do you want? you wanna gloat?” coriolanus stopped in his tracks, gloat? “why would i gloat?” you looked up at him annoyed, “rub it in my face. you practically stole my girlfriend from me.” coriolanus laughed. actually laughed and it made you want to strangle him with his stupid dog tags.

“sweetheart.” vomit. you wanted to vomit. maybe choking and dying on your vomit would be less embarrassing then this. why on earth was this fuck head calling you his sweetheart. “fuck off.”

you didn’t see him coming. and you certainly didn’t expect his demeanour to snap. but the large hand tangled in your open hair was a big slap in the face to your unreadiness. “you of all people don’t get to talk to me like that. do you know who you’re talking to?” you could hear his perfect porcelain teeth grinding at your words. god this man couldn’t handle an insult. wuss.

“what the hell is your- ow! problem!” you yelped as he dragged you into an alleyway. “you need to learn how to respect your superiors. if you’re nice to me, i can make your life easier. doesn’t it hurt? not being able to fully provide for your family? seeing them struggle? do you really think disrespecting a peacekeeper is going to help? i suggest you straighten your act and thank me for even looking your way. there are plenty of other girls here.”

but he didn’t want those other girls. he wanted you. you with the teary eyes and messy hair. you who he’d been seeing in his dreams and during the day. you with the kind smile and curious eyes. you who were so sweet and pretty but mean when need be. the y/n who was stupid enough to spit such hateful words at a peacekeeper. but he’d teach you. whether it be with words and lessons or actions and bruises. you’d learn your place, by his side and lucy’s, and underneath. but with such fearful, brown doe eyes watering up infront of him, the girl he’d heard oh so much about from lucy. how could he refrain from indulging?

his hand reached out to wipe away the few stray tears that fell as his left extended towards your right, which was clutching your head, where he’d grabbed you. “shh, let me help you.” your hand slowly retracted as your heart ran a marathon. the man was obviously unstable, going from a deceptively caring man to violent. coriolanus smiled at your actions, and it freaked you out. he caressed your scalp in an attempt to soothe, “good girl.” he cooed as your apparent saviour approached.

“sweetie?” lucy called out to you as coriolanus withdrew from your personal space. he walked over to her and she let him. he held her hand and spoke with, love? his voice was soft and comforting, his thumb again caressing the back of her hand as they talked, whispered, plotted? god knows, all you wanted was to leave.

was this your chance?

you tested the waters, slow and calculated movements as lucy nodded in agreement with him. but by the time they were done speaking you’d bolted.

but you sure as hell weren’t getting far with these two on your tail, poor y/n l/n. a little dove trying to spread her wings but they were bound to be clipped.

your feet were throbbing and begging for you to slow down. but your brain was in charge for once, your heart which yearned for your dear songbird pushed to the side as your head screamed and urged you to go. she was in league with him apparently. her seeing him corner you and not even batting an eyelash. did she truly care for you so little? did she want to rid herself of you? she could’ve broken up with you and let that be it. maybe the games had twisted her head.

even as you believed yourself to be gaining distance from the two you could hear the not-so distant steps of determined pursuit, headed your way. how would they kill you? slow and intimate? hasty and brutal?

“if you stop running now we won’t be mad little dove!” lucy shouted in warning as you felt yourself momentarily slow at her words. traitor. you thought to yourself as your body involuntary listened, she still had an affect on you. “she’s right, we love you, we won’t hurt you. unless we have to, don’t give us our reasons.”

“shut up!” you screamed. god, i know we haven’t talked in a while. last minute efforts right? maybe he’d listen to you, save you from your tormentors. you should’ve kept your head clear, focused on running. focused on your surroundings and if you had, you would’ve noticed the nearing tree roots, thick and protruding from the ground, ready to knock you down.

you crawled behind the tree, trying to catch your breath as your hands worked tirelessly to provide some form of relief to your aching ankle.

crack.

you’d been found. you fucked up.

“our little dove, ever the sprinter.”

his words had you lurching forwards in an attempt of fleeing but lucy’s cold hand on your ankle dragged protests and cries from your throat as well as you, back to them. “you should’ve listened before, we would’ve been nice. given you some time to adjust, but you can’t sit and think for a second can you?” coriolanus mocked as his hand trailed up your un-injured leg, “that’s okay, you won’t be doing much thinking from now on. we’ll be taking care of you, since you obviously can’t take care a’ yourself baby.” lucy’s voice was saccharine, like honey, and her smile was even sweeter. the familiarity and comfort of her presence was intoxicating, you felt at peace on one side and the other wanted to jump off a cliff. she lowered your guard and coriolanus slithered right in.

the prick in the side of your neck wasn’t painful, but their words were. “you’re with us now, we’ll take care of you, we promise.” and you were stuck, stuck with them for god knows how long.

you blinked away the sleep in your eyes, adjusting to the room. maybe they had killed you? in their own twisted way they’d keep you forever, in their memories and soul. coriolanus and lucy’s voices swam around your head and blended together. you were wrong. yay.

“it’s a bit early for katniss, even if it’s one of her favourites.”

“she should eat something better.”

“better? don’t go all capitol on me now corio.”

he was smiling, you could tell.

“never lucy gray. but she’ll be weak for a few days, proper meals will help her regain some strength.”

you picked your head up and looked through the window, the lake was evident.

“alright, you go grab it and i’ll stay here.”

“why? so you can get more time with her? if anyone should get extra time it’s me.”

“now who was her partner first? oh that’s right, me. you’re acting as if i’m gonna pick her up and run away. if you’re that scared than we’ll both go. take her with us.”

coriolanus’s head whipped towards the cabin and you quickly flopped back down on the bed. you shut your eyes as you heard the door creak open. “gosh, doesn’t she look pretty?” lucy asked, knowing the answer already. “so calm, i liked her better when she was crying.” lucy hit him, “coriolanus snow!” he stroked the side of your face and you had to resist from turning your head and biting his fingers off.

“little dove.” your eyes opened again, turning your head his way tiredly. “we need to get some supplies okay?” you nodded as lucy went outside to gather the baskets she’d left out earlier on to dry. coriolanus’s hand dug into your cheeks as he forced you to look at him, “i told you i’d make you respect me. now listen, if you try anything when we’re in town i will never let you forget it. you’ll know who you belong to every single day. maybe i’ll pay your family a visit? an appointment with the hanging tree for being rebels? stealing?”

you shook your head violently as you began to cry, “you don’t want that? didn’t think so. you listen to me and everything will be fine. your family will get daily help and weekly groceries. they’ll never go hungry again. all thanks to their sweet little girl. lucy’s too nice, but don’t think for a second she’ll save you from me. you’re mine and if you try anything.” he leaned in to whisper, “i’ll strangle her with my bare hands infront of you.” his words were meant to scare you, and they did. but don’t you know? coriolanus snow doesn’t need a reason to do bad things.

coriolanus was wicked and ruthless when it came to what he wanted, if you had any hope of trying to get through this then you’d need lucy’s attention and help. so you nodded. “words sweetheart.” you swallowed your pride, your dignity, and you shook hands with the devil.

“yes, i’ll do what you say.” he straightened up, his white shirt a contrast to his dark thoughts.

“y’all ready to go?” lucy questioned as coriolanus grinned, “yes, yes we are.” he lifted you up and helped you dress, you hadn’t realised the fact that you were only dressed in his own white shirt, dress to you. he handled you like you were the most delicate object. as if he wasn’t hell bent on breaking you, over and over again. till you were fit to his standards. the captiol standards. the snow standards.

his, his, his.

with how obedient you were, he figured you’d do well in the capitol. which was exactly where he was meaning to bring you.

lucy walked in front of the two of you as you made your way through the woods. coriolanus’s hand was glued to your waist as he held you close, afraid to let go. you were at flight risk of course. his grip was tight and bruising. lucy’s humming distracted you at times, if you were delusional enough you could imagine it to be the two of you. your brothers far infront and the covey following. after an amazing afternoon at the lake, heading home for dinner, maybe a performance or the night shift.

your daydreaming was interrupted when you clocked coriolanus’s missing hand from your waist, and his arm now around lucy grays throat.

don’t you remember? you’d do well in the capitol! you were his! but not entirely, no.

not with her in the way.

you were frozen in place as lucy clawed at him before reaching out for you. a plea, a cry for help and aid yet you stood stuck in fear. a minute, two. she’d put up a strong fight, especially when you ran towards the two, pushing and shoving at coriolanus to let her go. but again, you fucked up.

here lies lucy gray baird, singer, victor, psycho.

obsessed? madly in love? you couldn’t think of another word, and as much as you wished to forget her, forget how she’d practically allowed another man into your relationship and let him kidnap you. her lifeless face and hollow eyes made your heart clench. but soon enough she was rolled over, thrown in a pre-made hole and buried. she’d survived the games but no one survived coriolanus snow.

“don’t forget what i said. don’t forget what you agreed to. you said you’d do as i say, i’m telling you to get up and follow me. we’re leaving district 12.” your face was painted with confusion as coriolanus clutched your face, “i’m going back, and you’re coming with me. don’t ask questions, just do as i say.”

and you did.

when he had you say goodbye to your family, a courtesy, a privilege he’d granted you. you kept it short and sweet, no questions just hugs and false promises of return.

when he ushered you onto the train and he wanted you to sit and be silent, you did.

through his time at the university, he wanted you close to him, living with him. and you did.

through his presidency campaign he wanted for you to charm sponsors and entice newcomers. you did.

when he wanted to marry you in a grand spectacle infront of the captiol and dress you up, you did as he asked.

when he held you down on your wedding night after tearing your dress off, biting and marking you down all over, pushing you down to your knees and took you all over the house, asking you to give yourself to him as if he didn’t take you anyways, you did.

you had no idea why at this point.

for your family? who hadn’t reached out in so long, even when they promised to talk to you every day? coriolanus had them all arrested, punished and hung for inciting riots and uprisings.

for your friends whom listened to your concerns of the capitol peacekeeper who hovered and didn’t make you feel crazy? each of them ended up dead in many different ways, hung, shot, a mugging gone wrong.

you didn’t know at this point and when you looked in the mirror you didn’t recognise the girl who stared back. a captiol sheep, dressed up in the finest silk dresses and slick heels yet the filth underneath the finery, jewels, and makeup weighed you down. each time he touched you, kissed you, fucked you, it felt like a peace of yourself was thrown away.

and as you clutched your swelling stomach, you couldn’t help but feel pity for baby number four.

maybe you’d grow up and find love.

maybe i’ll be able to take you all away from him.

maybe we’ll heal.

you thought, but in the back of your head, a little voice wouldn’t shut up.

you’ll always be his little dove.

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First, I love your work!

Second Clicking ont the yes baby button made me feel things !

Third I was wondering if you could write about Leighton or Renée who has an hidden anxiety disorder

Thanks ♤

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Leighton Murray x Fem!reader

Synopsis: Your girlfriend Leighton is struggling.

Content: Anxiety attacks, fem reader, ummm idk fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

a/n: LOVE REQUEST SO MUCH HOPE I DID IT WELL IM SORRY ITS SHORT (Glad the button made u feel things)

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Leighton's heart raced like a runaway train, each beat reverberating through her chest like a drumbeat of impending doom. She stared blankly at the pages of her math textbook, the equations and formulas blurring together into an indecipherable mess. No matter how hard she tried to focus, her mind refused to cooperate, consumed instead by a rising tide of panic.

"I can't do this," Leighton whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breaths. "fuck I can't do this."

She raked a hand through her hair, tugging at the perfectly styled blonde locks in frustration. This wasn't like her. Leighton Murray was known for her sharp intellect and unwavering confidence, especially when it came to academics. But now, faced with the looming specter of failure, she felt utterly powerless.

The fluorescent lights of the college dorm hallway cast a stark glow on the beige walls, as Bela, Leighton's roommate, hurriedly dialed Y/N's number. She could hear the faint sound of Leighton's pacing from the other side of the door, mixed with the irregular rhythm of her breaths.

"Come on, pick up," Bela muttered under her breath, anxiety lacing her voice as she waited for the call to connect.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Y/N answered. "Bela? What's up?"

"Y/N listen, something's wrong with Leighton. She's freaking out about something. I don't know what to do."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the urgency in Bela's voice. Leighton was known for her impeccable composure, if she was hyperventilating over something, it had to be serious.

"I'm on my way," Y/N said without hesitation, grabbing her jacket and keys before rushing out of her own dorm room.

Minutes later, Y/N knocked on the door of Leighton and Bela's room, her heart pounding in her chest. Bela opened the door, her eyes wide with concern as she stepped aside to let Y/N in.

Leighton was pacing around her room, her usually perfectly styled blonde hair in disarray, and her hands shaking as she clenched and unclenched her hands.

"Leighton, hey," Y/N said softly, crossing the room to grab ahold of Leighton's hand softly, stopping the pacing. "What's going on? Why are you so worked up?"

Leighton looked up, her blue eyes swimming with panic and vulnerability. "Y/N, I… I don't know what to do. My brain is all scrambled and I can't memorize these formulas for shit I don't know what's wrong with me."

Y/N's heart broke at the sight of Leighton's distress. She smiled sadly at her, offering a reassuring squeeze to her hand.

"Hey, look at me," Y/N said, her voice steady and soothing. "You are more than capable, Leighton. You're brilliant, and you know this stuff. I know you do, you're quite literally the smartest girl on campus."

Y/N noticed Leighton's breathing picking up, and she gently guided Leighton to sit down on the edge of her bed.

"Hey, it's okay," Y/N said soothingly, her voice a beacon of calm in the storm. "Just breathe with me, alright?"

Leighton nodded shakily, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Y/N settled down beside her, taking Leighton's trembling hands in her own and guiding them to her chest.

"Feel my breath," Y/N instructed, her voice soft and reassuring. "Inhale… and exhale."

Together, they began to breathe in tandem, the steady rise and fall of Y/N's chest a comforting rhythm against Leighton's fingertips. With each breath, the tight knot of tension in Leighton's chest began to loosen, replaced instead by a sense of peace and calm.

As they continued the exercise, Y/N whispered words of encouragement, her voice a gentle melody soothing Leighton's frazzled nerves. And with each passing moment, the storm raging inside Leighton began to subside until all that remained was the quiet serenity of the present moment.

"Better?" Y/N asked, her eyes searching Leighton's for any sign of distress.

Leighton nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Y/N," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Y/N smiled back, her heart swelling with love for the girl sitting beside her. "You don't have to do anything alone, Leighton. I'm here for you, always."

Leighton's breathing began to slow as she focused on Y/N's comforting words. With each steady inhale and exhale, the tension in her body began to ease.

After the storm of panic had passed, their fingers stayed intertwined as they basked in the calmness that filled the room. But amidst the tranquility, Y/N couldn't shake the nagging concern that had been gnawing at her since she first saw Leighton in distress.

"Leighton," Y/N began softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "do you… do you have an anxiety disorder? I'm so sorry if that's rude to ask, I've just noticed you get really.. panicked sometimes."

Leighton's breath hitched at the question, her eyes widening in surprise. She hadn't expected Y/N to pick up on the underlying issue so quickly, let alone address it so directly.

"Yeah," Leighton admitted hesitantly, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I do."

Y/N's brow furrowed in concern as she faced Leighton, her expression a mixture of empathy and confusion. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Leighton looked away, her gaze fixed on a spot on the floor as she struggled to find the right words. "I guess… I guess I was scared," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Scared that you would think less of me, or that you wouldn't understand."

Y/N reached out and gently lifted Leighton's chin, guiding her to meet her gaze. "Leighton, I could never think less of you," she said earnestly, her eyes filled with sincerity. "You're still the same amazing person I fell in love with, anxiety disorder or not."

Leighton's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she absorbed Y/N's words, her heart overflowing with gratitude for the unwavering love and acceptance she found in Y/N's embrace.

"Thank you," Leighton whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Y/N smiled softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to Leighton's forehead. "You never have to face anything alone, Leighton. I'm here for you, always."

And as they sat together in the quiet intimacy of Leighton's room, surrounded by the gentle warmth of their love, Leighton knew with unwavering certainty that no matter what challenges life threw their way, as long as she had Y/N by her side, she could weather any storm.

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Honesty teaser | n romanoff | wattpad book

Ok hello :) I know this goes against posting on Tumblr, seeing as it won’t be updated on here, but I really need to kick myself back into writing, so what better way than to promote my book on here so that I have more of an incentive if more people know about it! For now it’s Wattpad only whilst I figure out how AO3 works (idk if I even have an account) but I will try to get it up on there too. But… until then… here is the first chapter of ‘Honesty’.

College!AU | Enemies to lovers

Natasha Romanoff x O!C

O!C: Kaiiarina Lenkova (Kaia/ Ky). Sister to JB Lenkov (James Buchanan aka Bucky)

Current available chapters: 9

The classic ringing of an incoming facetime call sounded through the speakers of a MacBook, which made a rather exhausted 18 year old leap up from her sprawled out place on her bed. She threw herself onto her spinning desk chair, which spun a bit too far, meaning she had to grab the edge of her desk and haul herself back around before she fell off.

She lifted the lid and quickly typed in her password as an excited face filled the screen, their voice far too loud as the volume had been left turned all the way up from last night's dance session. Dark curly hair swung against her back as the girl winced at her friend's squeal.

"Have you looked?" The blonde girl screeched, far too close to the camera to create a flattering angle.

"Lena, it's 8am. It's a miracle I'm awake at this point." Kaiiarina groaned before she was cut off by a yawn, which only emphasised her point. She'd been awake since 7, knowing that today was one of the most important days of her life. Every possibility and outcome of her future was shuffled through her head as she tried to grasp any ounce of sleep that made itself available to her. But instead of blissful dreams, she was faced with pits of anxiety that made her dream feel like her worst nightmare.

"We promised we'd open them together, so hurry up!" Yelena was horrendously impatient, which was a huge contrast to Kaia's more laid back approach in life. But they'd planned this day since they were 11 years old, having been inseparable since they were 6.

Their first day of ballet class. Yelena was only there because Melina wanted her to follow in Natasha's footsteps; the golden child. But, naturally, the blonde wanted to be anywhere else, so she was stubborn in not moving from her spot on the bench. Her hair was pulled up into what could have been a neat bun, but she had wriggled so much that her baby hairs were everywhere.

Kaia, on the other hand, couldn't have been more different. Her uniform was pristine, tiny feet slipped into perfectly tied ballet shoes. Her almost black hair was pulled into a braided bun, secured perfectly on the top of her head, not a single hair out of place. She sat on the bench with her back straight, her hands folded in her lap. She looked alert, attentive; her blue eyes wide as she took in every person who walked past. She looked in wonder at the older girls who walked past, admiring their pointe shoes with lust. She was going to be like them one day.

Their teacher called everyone into the studio as a group, knowing a lot of the children would be nervous. Kaia walked in with her head held high; this was where she was meant to be. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yelena putting up a fight with her mother, who was trying to coax her defiant 6 year old from the bench.

What spurred her to do this was a complete mystery, but Kaia found herself wandering over to Yelena and extending out her hand.

"I'm Kaia." Was simply all she said. Yelena stopped squirming, peering up at the girl with her big green eyes. She looked at her mother briefly, who just smiled.

"Yelena."

"You know that class is about to start, right?" Kaia stated, confused as to why the girl wasn't in the studio like everyone else.

"Yes. But I'm not going." The young Russian was stubborn and folded her arms over her chest, pouting slightly.

"Ballet isn't sissy, you know. It's strong. You don't see the 'tough' boys doing it, do you?" Yelena shook her head, slightly confused at her point. Kaia leaned towards Lena and whispered in her ear. "It's because they can't handle it. They're not strong like we are."

Yelena smiled at the thought of being stronger than the boys in her class. She was fiercely competitive and she revelled in the idea of being better at something than someone else. Kaia's hand was still outstretched and so the blonde Russian took it gladly, their tiny hands clasping tightly together.

Melina watched the girls disappear into the glossy studio, a proud smile on her face. Those girls were going to be best friends, she just knew it.

And she was exactly right. Kaia transferred to Yelena's school in 2nd grade, and they became inseparable. Even the teachers knew they wouldn't be able to find one without the other 2 steps behind. And when one of them were sick and off school... it was like the one left behind was missing a limb.

When they transferred to middle school together, they made a pact. The girls would go to the same high school and the same college.

And that day had finally come. Acceptance letters were being sent out and the girls had applied to the same university. Which was what prompted Yelena's early morning facetime call.

Kaia scrolled through her emails, her heart pounding out of her chest. This was what they'd worked towards for 4 years. Their extra-curricular activities, sports, dance, languages... everything leading up to this moment.

"Oh fuck." Kaia muttered, seeing the email appear in her inbox. "I've got it."

On the other side of the screen, Yelena had her email open too, the link tempting her mouse, but also making her hesitate. What if their plan didn't work out?

"Wait." Yelena rushed, making Kaia freeze. "Whatever happens, we stay best friends, right?"

"I can't believe you just asked me that question Belova." Kaia scoffed, slightly offended as she adjusted the neck of her hoodie.

"I just had to be sure. Okay," Yelena let out a big breath. "It's now or never."

There was silence on both ends of the call as they waited for the link to load up. Time seemed to slow down, seconds turning into minutes as the loading circle span round and round. Yelena had picked up a hair tie and was spinning it around her finger as Kaia chewed on the edge of her thumb.

But the circle stopped spinning. The girls stopped fidgeting. They both held their breath as a message appeared on their screens.

Pale Oak University is delighted to offer you a place on your chosen course. We hope that you accept our offer and will join us in August on campus. Please click 'confirm choice' at the bottom of the page to secure your place.

But neither of them said anything. They tried to read each other's expressions as they looked back at the camera, but they were so scared of not going to the same college that neither wanted to burst the bubble.

But Kaia couldn't help let a small smile slip, which prompted Yelena to do the same.

"Did you-"

"Are you-"

Both girls started to speak at the same time but paused for the other continue. Kaia just nodded at Yelena's question, not trusting her voice to be strong enough to speak.

"Oh my god, me too." Lena's voice came out as nothing more than a hushed whisper, her hands flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.

"Lena." Kaia croaked out, a tear slipping down her cheek. "We did it." She laughed lightly, which blended into a choked sob.

"We really did it."

"We fucking did it!" Kaia leaped out of her chair, spinning around like an excited puppy. "Mama! Dad! We did it! I got in!" Although she was still on facetime, Kaia sprinted downstairs to find her parents, screaming her results to them.

On the other side of the screen, Yelena did the same thing, racing into the kitchen where her parents and sister were sat.

"I got in!" She announced as she skidded to a halt in her fluffy socks, grabbing onto the back of a chair so she didn't slip. "I'm going to Pale Oak!"

Melina and Alexei scooped their youngest into a huge group hug as they cheered, leaving Natasha sitting alone at the table. She would have joined in, if it wasn't for the news that her little sister was going to be at the same university that she was currently at.

"Natasha, come and congratulate your sister. You know out of everyone just how hard the entry process is." Melina said, giving her 20 year old daughter a stern look as she rolled her eyes.

"Nice job Yelly." Nat said, ruffling her sister's hair, purposely messing it up even further. "Just don't bother me okay? I don't want you hanging onto me all the time. It's annoying."

"Natasha be nice." Alexei said disapprovingly. "Your sister is blessing to us all. We are so so proud." He pulled Yelena into his side, which she did not appreciate as she pushed him away with a disgusted look.

"Don't worry Nat. I've got Kaia. We're gonna be just fine."

Nat's head whipped round and she stared at her sister with a raised brow. "Wait... Kaia's going?"

"Duh. She's my best friend." Yelena rolled her eyes, not believing her sister's comment.

Nat shrugged, turning back to her phone. "Wow. Didn't know she had what it took." She mumbled under her breath for only Yelena to hear.

Rage flooded the blonde's cheeks and she clenched her fists at her side. "You're a bitch." she spat through gritted teeth, before marching up the stairs and slamming her door shut, slumping onto her chair in front of her laptop where Kaia was waiting.

"I'm guessing Nat didn't take it too well then." Kaia quipped, throwing an m&m up in the air before catching it in her mouth.

"You know me too well."

"No, well yes, but I also know just how much your sister hates me." Natasha always had a distaste for Lena's best friend, but no one quite knew why. Maybe it was due to them being in the same ballet class, despite Kaia being 2 years younger, or maybe how much time Kaia spent at the Romanoff's. But the brunette didn't really care. Having Nat like her wasn't exactly on the top of her to do list.

"Well, forget about her. She's not going to ruin it for me, or for you. We've had everything planned out since we were 10 years old Ky, and it's actually going to happen."

"Still gonna be roommates right?" Kaia asked, reading over the email one more time to cement it into her brain. It still felt surreal that they were actually going to college. No more high school. No more living at home. No more living 25 minutes away from each other. It was perfect.

"If you really think I'm gonna sleep in the same room as some random ass girl who snores and talks in her sleep, then think again. I'm sleeping with you or not sleeping at all."

"Well then I think we need to contact someone about it, because I don't even know if you can pick your roommates."

"I'll just say I have major attachment issues and breakdown into floods of tears whenever I'm not around you." Yelena said, spinning around on her chair before getting distracted by her massive shark plushie. She reached for it and pulled it onto her lap, stuffing her face into its fur.

Kaia just rolled her eyes. Yelena was always one for the dramatics. "Well that's going to work so well seeing as we are taking different majors, but sure." Yelena was majoring in sports science, seeing as she was on the women's football team and she loved it with all of her heart. Ballet was never really her thing, so as soon as she could quit, she did.

Kaiiarina was majoring in dance and they both were taking a Russian language class, as it was easy credits seeing as they both wanted to be fluent in their 'motherland' language.

"Well if that doesn't work, we can just get your brother to intimidate them all into putting us together." JB Lenkov (or James Buchanan) was in the army and had been away for 8 months. He was 5 years older than Yel and Kaia, so they joked about him a lot. Plus, he did try to ask Natasha out on a date, only to be turned down by her harsh words. "If you have a dick, I'm not into you."

"Let's just email them. See what they say." Kaia clicked on the email link, excitement surging through her body. It felt real now. But with the excitement came a lot of nerves. The kind that sent butterflies swarming in all different directions, extending from her fingertips to the depths of her stomach. A nauseating feeling descended in her throat, but she swallowed it down.

New experiences weren't really her thing. She grown a lot more self conscious from the bold and daring 6 year old she once was, but within the duo she was still the sensible and down to earth one. A stickler for the rules, which Yelena often felt were mere suggestions.

"I know its 8:30, but something in my body is screaming for a Starbucks right now, and unfortunately my asshat of a sister won't drive me." Yelena peaked over the top of her shark, which she had nicknamed Brucie, and batted her eyelashes rather dramatically at her best friend, who payed absolutely no notice to her.

"Kaia..." Still nothing.

"Ky!" Crickets.

"Kaiiarina!" Oh now she'd done it. The brunette's blue eyes seemed to darken as she peered up at the camera, narrowing her eyes into what became a bone chilling glare.

"Yelena Fyodorovna Belova. Did you just use my government name?" Although she was joking, Kaia made no effort to smile or even lighten her expression, loving how scared her friend looked. Similarly to a deer in headlights.

Lena flashed a sheepish smile. "Coffee?" Was all she offered, trying to hit Ky's sweet spot. "Caramel iced coffee?" Kaia was still glaring. "I'll buy you a blueberry muffin."

Now that was a deal breaker. "Even when I hate your guts, you still manage to win me over." Kaia groaned, pushing away from her desk and wheeling over to her closet whilst still sat on her chair. She grabbed a jacket and stood up, walking over to her table to grab her keys. "I'll be there in 20. Be ready or I'm taking Nat instead." She leaned over her laptop and hovered her mouse over the red 'end call' button.

"Oh wow. Threat of the century." Yelena feigned offense and Kaia blew a raspberry. Childish, yes, but

"Bye bitch."

~~~

Kaia's family was rich, very rich, but it hadn't gone to her head like many privileged girls she could mention. Her father was the CEO of a major jewellery company back in Russia, that had gone global in the last 10 years.

She had all the physical signs of a rich girl; expensive clothes, dainty jewellery, designer sunglasses that were nearly always placed in her wavy hair, pristinely manicured nails and of course, her most prized possession... her tesla. It was an extravagant 18th birthday gift from her father, and as normal as it seemed in a life like hers, Kaia burst into tears when she saw the sparkling white car parked on their driveway.

Yelena seemed more eager to show off Kaia's new car than she was, hopping into the front seat and immediately connected her phone to the aux, Mitski blasting at full volume.

And even though it had been 6 months since Ky's birthday, Yelena still clambered into the sleek white car with a gleeful expression, her phone ready in her hand to Bluetooth. Kaia's once peaceful music was soon replaced with songs more to Yelena's taste, reflecting her wild and chaotic personality.

"This is just like a free taxi service for you isn't it?" Kaia commented as Yelena clearly made herself comfortable, her hands adjusting the direction of the aircon as Kaia pulled away from the drive.

"Yeah, but you're rich so it's fine." It was true. Kaia didn't care about giving Yelena lifts. And besides, it's not like she payed for the electricity that powered her car.

10 minutes later she swerved into the Starbucks parking lot, a smile gracing her face as she saw the all-too-familiar store. The girls pushed the doors open and went inside to order their drinks. Yelena offered to collect their drinks so Kaia took a seat in a booth next to the window and peered outside, watching the hustle and bustle of the world outside.

Her hand was propped up under chin and she soon drifted into her thoughts, trying to process the events of this morning even though it was only 9:20am.

Yelena observed her best friend from afar, watching how she retreated into her head. She knew Kaia's concerns about college, especially with Natasha who was also doing the same course. The tension between the 2 could be cut clearly with a knife, which made thanksgiving and birthdays slightly awkward. But Yelena's outlandish personality always helped muffle the discomfort with a joke or a random song, which Kaia was thankful for.

She carried their coffees and blueberry muffins over to the table and slid in opposite Kaia, who was still staring into space out of the window. Her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth and Lena could feel Ky's knee bouncing up and down as their legs touched under the table.

"Hey. Kaia." Yelena said gently, placing her hand on her friend's knee. "I got that muffin you wanted." She slid the muffin across the table and watched as Kaia's eyes flickered into focus and she took a deep breath.

"I was beginning to think you'd forget." She joked, taking a sip of her coffee and smiling at the taste. Her grin was slightly forced and Yelena could tell it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Yelena laughed, her adorable giggle making Kaia smile harder. "Me? Forget? Never." She watched as her best friend slowly picked apart her muffin, breaking it into pieces on the wrapper. "What's going on?"

Kaiiarina sighed. Her anxiety wasn't anything new, and the duo had learned to cope with it really well. Yelena was goofy but always understanding, switching her naturally comedic tone to a more serious one when she needed to. And she was an excellent observer, which definitely came in handy as Kaia usually withdrew into herself whenever anxiety took over.

"Oh nothing." She said casually, more so to convince herself than Yelena. "It's just- well, college is a lot."

Yelena knew where this was coming from. They'd spoken about it a few times, but Ky still struggled to wrap her head around it. "Yeah... but it's not different for us."

"Why?" Kaia questioned as she bit into a chunk of muffin. A blueberry exploded on her tongue and sent a fuzzy feeling in her stomach. That's why those muffins were her favourites.

"Because we're still together. And we always will be."

Kaia thought for a moment as she chewed. Yes, they would be together, but they'd also be around Natasha and a bunch of new people they'd never seen before. Plus, they were doing different courses which meant different people, different professors, different buildings, different schedules... it was a lot.

Yelena took her silence as a hint to keep talking. "You're worried about Nat aren't you?"

"No." Kaia snorted. "Well... I'm hoping your sister is too busy to worry about making my life a living hell... but you know..." she trailed off and Yelena smiled, having figured out the root of her worries.

"You'll be fine. Besides, you won't even see her. You have me instead!"

"Hmmm... I wonder which Romanoff-Belova sibling I like best..." Kaia pretended to think long and hard, knowing it would mess with Yelena all too well.

Yelena narrowed her eyes and lined up a blueberry to flick, her lips curling into a pout. "For the sake of your white sweatshirt, you better say me. Or I'm gonna find another roommate."

"Okay Miss 'I breakdown in tears when I'm not around you'. Can't fool me Belova.". A smug expression crossed Kaia's face and Yelena huffed, sinking into the soft leather seat as she tossed the blueberry into her mouth and chomped on it with force.

"I hate you." She mumbled, glaring around the half empty coffee shop as her arms folded across her chest and one foot came to rest on the maroon seat.

Kaia chuckled at her childish behaviour, expecting nothing less. "No you don't."

With her infamous pout and inability to look her friend in the eye, Yelena answered "Yes I do" whilst eyeing up the baristas working quickly behind the counter, taking drive-thru orders as they drizzled caramel onto several frappuccinos.

"Okay then. See you around." Kaia grabbed her keys and iced latte and made a move to stand up from the booth, before Yelena put her leg on her seat so she couldn't get out. "No wait! I need a lift!"

Kaia sat down with a scoff. "Wow... so you are using me!"

"Yeah I am." Yelena said with no shame with a mouth full of muffin. "What about it?"

"Remind me why I'm friends with you again?"

"Because you need someone with good music taste to test your car speakers. And someone to bring banners to your dance recitals." A cheeky glint shone in Yelena's eyes as Kaia groaned, her head falling into her hands at the memory.

"No! Never again." She peeked through her fingers to see her best friend sniggering, to which she kicked her rather hard in the shin, earning a pained yelp from the blonde. "You may find it hilarious, but I will never live that down. I almost got kicked off the team for that!"

Yelena rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up. Natty was only jealous because I didn't make her a sign. She would never kick you off. You're too good. They need you to win." She was right. Kaia was unbelievably talented, although she would never admit it.

One of the many things the girls had in common was their dedication. When they wanted something, they were some of the most driven teenagers around. Both sets of parents were proud, although Yelena's showed it a lot more than Kaia's did. Her's seemed to think that the money they gave her was enough to make up to the detached and cold behaviour they showed towards her and her brother. But it just brought the siblings closer than they ever would be.

"We have 3 months until college. What the fuck are we gonna do?" Yelena asked, slurping the last of her coffee. It seemed like a hell of a long time to sit around stressing, which is what Kaia would do.

"We need to buy stuff for our dorm. And I want to go to the beach."

"Okay Ky that's boring stuff. I'm talking sleeping under the stars, going to haunted houses, days at the lake, getting drunk whenever we want! We have all this time and no pressure to do anything. We can't waste it!"

Kaia chewed on her lip before smiling. The sun as shining and it was warm. Perfect May summer weather. "Okay fuck it. Lake day?" She asked, grabbing her keys and adjusting her sunglasses on her head.

"I love you!"

They dumped their trash and ran out to the car, jumping in before racing home to collect their stuff. Kaia's parents weren't home (surprise surprise) so she didn't need to ask permission from anyone. And Yelena never asked permission She was 18 and frankly Melina and Alexei trusted her enough for her to do what she wanted.

"First day of stress free summer is about to commence!" Yelena announced when they were both back in the car. The electric guitar intro of 'Sweet Child O'Mine' blared through the tesla speakers as they pulled out of the driveway and it suddenly felt real.

It was summer.

They were going to college.

Together.

10 year old Kaiiarina and Yelena would be proud.

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The Fish and the Ten of Cups.

Fandom: Little Shop of Horrors (1986).

Pairing: Seymour Krellborn/Audrey Fulquard.

Synopsis:

In which Audrey Fulquard hears about Seymour a lot throughout her life, before even seeing his face for the first time

(Aka M.D. watched the Theatrical version of Little Shop of Horrors '86, cried copiously, and had another fanfic idea beamed into her brain).

I'm posting it here because a nice commenter renewed my interest in this fic and I decided to rewrite some parts for pacing, and better sentences. No content was heavily altered, though. Still not beta read :)

Word Count: 8,867.

AO3 Tags: Falling In Love, Tarot, sorry - Freeform, Poor Life Choices, Slice of Life, idk how to tag this it's kind of like a 5 + 1 things but it's also not?, I wrote this in 3 days, I'm Bad At Tagging, Fluff and Angst, mostly fluff, Character Study, her life is kinda tragic until she gets to the flower shop tbh, but that's relatable right.

Language: English.

CW: Mentions of abuse, because it's Audrey. Men are gross in this :(

AO3 link.

The first time Audrey heard about him, it was a Monday night. The streets outside were vicious, chaotic, noisy. She was in bed, looking at the ceiling and intently listening to every police siren, every alteration of voice, and every dog bark that Skid Row had to offer. She was alone. She was thirteen years old.

Tomorrow she had school, though she didn’t know how long she’d be going to that anymore. It seemed like a waste of time considering how bad her grades were. Every time she tried to put her mind to the books something distracted her, either a boy who pulled her hair, or a girl sticking gum to her pages before calling her a slut. 

She needed to think of something else...

Tentatively, Audrey got up. She knew she couldn't sleep, not now, so she traced the steps necessary to cross the room, making sure to keep her steps light enough. She didn't want to alert her mother. She hoped she was fast asleep and peaceful.

Audrey slowly opened the door. She stepped into the hallway thinking of what she could find in the fridge to turn into a meal, but something else stopped her on the way, something other than street sounds: Voices, coming from the kitchen. Two women, one clearly her mother–bearer of a mousy voice, she spoke in a lower tone surely not to wake her–and another, of unknown origin–a hoarse sound, raspy. They talked amongst themselves, in confidence.

The latter woman was definitely a smoker and Audrey twisted her nose. She didn’t like smokers--she kissed only a couple of them, but it was enough for her to know that the taste lingers in your mouth for far longer than it should. 

With her heart now beating fast and hands clammy, Audrey decided to approach the edge of the hallway slowly, as to not be heard. She leaned on the corner to look into the kitchen and saw her mother was sitting at the round, chipped kitchen table they had. The woman with her, the stranger, had what Audrey considered to be pretty, bright, flaming red hair. She figured it was dyed, which only made her more fascinated–she herself wanted to dye her bland, brown hair into a bleach blonde, like the women she saw on the magazines at the newstands when she was on the way home from school. They all looked so glamorous and she wondered if she would look the same when she grew up.

Fat chance, said the girls from her class.

The woman sitting at the table coughed every few seconds, pulling Audrey back into the scene, and she watched as she put the cigarette on her lips before dragging, longly. Her pink lipstick stained it all over.

"Is he going to come back home?" Audrey's mother asked. Her back was towards her, but a daughter recognized that tone of voice, could see in her head the sort of expression she had in her eyes. Her mother had blue eyes, which always looked tired and wet. Her father used to say that they looked like a dog's, but sometimes added that they were pretty once upon a time, when he was feeling merciful. That was one of the nicer things he had to say about her.

“We’ve been over this,” the hoarse voiced woman with pretty hair answered, shuffling a deck of cards. “He’s not gonna be back.”

Her mother was silent and Audrey held her breath, looking at the floor. So that was that. The fact her father was taking longer and longer to visit wasn’t simply a quirk of moving towns and “trying to make it big” as he put it with what neighbors called a used car salesman smile (but never to his face). No. It was something else entirely. He had left them permanently.

“Will he at least send some money?” 

The cards were shuffled again. Audrey watched as the expert fingers moved to put one over the other, over the other. It was so enthralling that when a bunch of cards fell on the table, she was nearly startled. She put her hand on her mouth, as to not to make any accidental yelps or gasps.

Luckily, the women seemed to be likewise entranced and nothing was done to sever their focus.

The reading resumed.

“You have the three and the four of swords. This is a period of stagnation. You are heartbroken, clearly." Both nodded their heads, forlorn. No shit. "The four is showing a time of rest.” She flipped another one of the cards “Five of pentacles. Sorry. No money being sent here.”

Audrey’s mother’s head bowed down. The pretty haired woman dragged a cigarette. The lipstick stained and the fire caught. Audrey took another deep breath on the beat before her mother said anything else.

“Alright,” her mousy voice arose. “No money then. I’ll just have to make do, of course.” 

“I’m sorry, doll,” the woman said, looking at her with sympathy, but soon turning to what Audrey thought would be admire the pretty flowers her mother kept at the vase nearby. Anything to not observe an uncomfortable situation. Without warning, though, her eyes fell on Audrey instead. “What about you, girl?” She retreated in a panic, putting her back against the wall. The woman continued: “You want a reading?”

“Audrey?” her mother’s voice arose, a little louder. “Audrey?” she called again in the silence. Audrey closed her eyes. "Are you there, honey?"

“Yes, mama.” She said and came out, after a slight pause. It was better this way, she thought. Trying to run back to her room was not the right choice. Besides, she wanted a reading, or whatever the woman called what she was doing. It was too good to run now.

“Have you been there long? Come here,” her mother said. She looked at the two, who in turn stared at her, her mother with her mouth slightly ajar and the woman as unbothered as ever. Upon closer inspection, Audrey could see she had wrinkles all over her face, and exaggerated eye make up. It suited her and she thought she looked pretty, even though she had a vague notion no one else would.

“You shouldn’t be awake at this time,” her mother said. “You have school tomorrow!”

“I know, mama.” What else could she say? Her mother sighed, but her expression turned from a frown to a softer one.

“Sit down, darling,” she said, pointing at the chair, the only other free one. “This is Sandra.”

“Hi, I’m Audrey,” she said to the woman, positioning herself in front of her. She, in return, smiled.

“I know who you are, honey. I held you in my arms when you were just a baby. You don’t remember Auntie Sandra, do you?” Audrey waved her head. Sandra shrugged. “Eh, we can’t all be winners. It was a long time ago.” She picked up the cards again. Audrey could see them up close now, and realized they were ripped at the edges, faded and yellowed. Auntie Sandra must have had that deck of cards for a long time. “You have grown a lot since the last time I saw you. You’re becoming quite the pretty woman too!” She punctuated the enthusiastic statement with a cough, and even through the spit and heaving, all Audrey could do was smile, even if just a little. All they called her at school was beanpole, freak, airhead, slut. She liked to be called pretty once in a while. 

“What do you want to know?” Audrey looked at her mother, who smiled at her encouragingly. Her eyes were indeed wet, even wetter than usual, as she had predicted from the corner.

Audrey turned her attention to auntie Sandra instead.

“I don’t know, I… I’ve never done this before.”

“Well, it’s easy. You” Auntie Sandra pointed a finger at her, “ask a question and I," she pointed at herself, “predict the future.” Audrey thought about the future. She did that quite a lot already, from her bed, imagining a time in which she’d be far away from where she lived, maybe in another country, another planet... Anywhere.

“I don’t know what to ask…” she said, her blue eyes huge, the possibilities endless. “There is just so much I want to know!”

Auntie Sandra dragged on her cigarette. She blew the smoke away from Audrey’s face, before continuing, which she thought was sweet. “You believe in guardian angels, honey?”

Audrey pondered that for a bit, but quickly nodded. Her mother told her they were real, at least, so she believed in them. “Alright then, lemme give you a get out of jail free card: I’ll ask what your guardian angels have to tell you, what they think you should know about your future. Is that alright?” Audrey smiled.

“Alright.” 

Auntie Sandra smiled back and her teeth were as yellowed as the cards. The little one now supported her head on her hands and looked down to see how the deck was shuffled and what cards came out first. She watched Sandra’s lips forming her question over and over again, ceaselessly as if in prayer, until four different cards went flying out one by one. The reader organized all of them, looking for a few long seconds before uttering the word:

“Interesting.” 

“What is it?” Audrey’s mother, decidedly more anxious than her, asked, holding her daughter's hand. Her blue beaded eyes had followed her old friend’s every movement. Auntie Sandra coughed on her sleeve.

“You got quite a few things here, Audrey,” she said at last.

“Good things?” her mother asked. Auntie Sandra shrugged; her movement was sluggish.

“Some of it, yes,” she said finally, and Audrey looked down. All she saw were drawings. "Others though,” Auntie Sandra pointed at a card with a tower in it and showed it to both of them, taking another drag before continuing. “Not so much.”

"You've always been so dramatic..." Audrey's mother began, with an eye roll, but her daughter cut her off with a question.

“What does that mean?” she asked, looking at the fire, both from the card and from the cigarette.

“Something is going to happen in your future, child that is not going to be all good. Now, I have no idea what it’s gonna be, they’re not telling me. You shouldn’t worry too much about it, though, you’re gonna come out on top, somehow.” She picked another card up and paired it with the previous one, laying both together. The card showed two people beside trees that were either on fire or full of leaves, with an angel watching over them. “The good news, which is always the best, is that love seems to be a big theme here.”

“Love?” Audrey asked, her voice barely leaving her throat.

“Yes, love. This card right here,” Auntie Sandra began, putting her cigarette in her mouth and tapping the paper with a long, red nail, "This means a choice in love. It can also indicate soulmates, though.” She dragged the cigarette, put it down, and picked another card up, this time with a family and ten glasses over a rainbow. “To me, it’s the latter. This card indicates a soulmate for you, dearie. You are going to be fine.”

“Look at how beautiful that meadow is, Audrey!" Her mother said, hugging her shoulders. "So full of life!”

Auntie Sandra handed the card to her, for her to be able to see it closely. Sure, it was a tad yellowed and sticky, with black spots, here and there, but she could still see the couple together, holding hands. There were kids too. She wondered about those. Kids. Two. A boy and a girl, a small house and a meadow...

“It’s not gonna be easy for you two,” Auntie Sandra said and showed her another one of the cards. Audrey put the previous one down. “This one, nine of wands, shows you two might have to be brave. Are you brave, Audrey?” She was taken aback.

“Well, I… I don’t know…”

“Well… Things will happen the way they need to,” Auntie Sandra affirmed, shuffling once more. Audrey looked at the card, she put down.

"So this is where I’ll end up regardless?” she asked, her soft voice nearly trembling in excitement. 

“It’s likely. All of this is only a possibility.” Audrey’s mother rolled her eyes.

“Sandra needs to say that, to be professional, but she is always right. I haven’t seen her being wrong once.”

“Yes doll, you have,” Auntie Sandra said, not looking at her and instead rearranging the cards. Audrey’s mother stopped smiling, looking down at the table. She had a wistful look.

“Well… We were both wrong.”

“Surely.”

“What is he like?” Audrey’s voice, still small, found herself asking. The women exchanged a look.

“Well, I usually don’t go around giving away two free questions to new customers,” the reader said, dragging her cigarette once more and finally putting it out. She turned around and took a beaten up, crumpled pack off her purse, pulling another cigarette out.

“Oh, Sandy, c’mon. It’s her first reading,” her mother plead. Audrey looked up at the woman in front of her and saw her brown eyes scrutinizing her. When she blew the smoke from her lips, she looked away, feeling a tad embarrassed. 

At the end, Auntie Sandra shrugged.

“I’ll pull three more cards,” she pointed the cigarette at Audrey. “That is all you get, though.”

“How do we say?” Her mother asked, looking at her smiling daughter.

“Thank you,” Audrey said. She looked on as Auntie Sandra shuffled. The movements were the same: She said Audrey’s question out loud once, and then continued on silently, with only her lips. At the end, she pulled out three more cards.

“Hm. Interesting fella.”

“Oh, really?” Audrey’s mom asked, moving forwards, “Good or bad?”

“Seems to be good. He’s really into something specific. A hobby of sorts. He hasn’t had an easy life, this one. Poor boy.”

“Oh, poor?” Audrey’s mother asked, with a tinge of disappointment. Audrey twisted her nose at that. She was also poor, wasn’t she? Sure, she dreamed of a big house, of a stable place, of being able to afford nice things like clothes and internal heating. But she never thought she’d get those anyhow, so it was alright if he was like her. At least they’d have that in common. 

Auntie Sandra’s next words took her out of her trance.

“Piss poor, excuse my language kid,” she pointed her cigarette at Audrey again, briefly, still looking at the cards.

“It’s alright,” Audrey said, approaching the table once more, looking down. “Is he nice ?”

“He’s nice, but he has made mistakes, plural,” she picks up the three cards at once to showcase, aligning them perfectly between two fingers. One of them is a man with a cup and a fish jumping out, the other is a man hanging from a tree. The last, and scariest of them all was The Devil, with two naked people chained to it. “You see here? These are the mistakes. This,” she tapped the other card, with the man holding a cup, “Is him. He’s sweeter than molasses, this one, just…” she tapped the card with the man hanging from a tree, “Very helpless, or seemingly helpless. At least he feels that way."

“Do you know what he looks like?” Audrey asked, looking at the card with the man, the cup and the fish. She didn’t want to focus on the hang ups and mistakes. We all make them, don’t we? She had made hers, she thought, even if she was so young, and she was likely to make more...

Auntie Sandra shrugged again.

“Hardly. Best I can tell you is that you shouldn’t dream of Cary Grant. Look for dark hair, maybe brown or black. That’s all I see.”

“Thank you, Sandra,” her mother said.

“Yes, thank you,” Audrey said too.

And that was that.

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The second time Audrey heard about him, four years had passed since the conversation with Auntie Sandra. She had no idea where time had gone, only that it had, and fast. It was probably flying on right now, passing her by, and she’d have no clue, just like before.

She had other things to concern herself with.

Presently, she was completely wet–her pretty, new dress was in shambles, and her newly bleached blonde hair felt like a steel sponge at the touch. The rain was pouring incessantly over the streets, and then some, hitting the windshields of the nearby parked cars. Anyone watching would think of her as a pitiful vision there, dejected, on the sidewalk. It was her date that was missing. He never showed up. 

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. They had been together for approximately two months at that point, and she could count the dates in which he showed up in one hand (two). Her mother advised her to not go out with him again and outright disliked the boy, but how could she not? He could be the man Auntie Sandra was talking about in the cards–after all, he had brown hair, and made more mistakes than anyone Audrey had met in her life! 

…Well, maybe that’s not all auntie Sandra said. He was supposed to be sweet after all, and this boy wasn’t sweet. Sure, he was, at first: They had Algebra together and he helped her with it, because she was lousy at math. He also defended her from all the people calling her a slut–mainly other boys that had professed undying love for her months prior, before they…

He had left her stranded in the pouring rain. Again. He’d no doubt call her in the morning, tell her she was beautiful and ask her to skip school to go on a ride with him, where they could make-out in the backseat. And she’d go, because she loved him and he could be the man from the reading. Right?

Audrey, looking around herself, knew she needed to make a decision. Skid Row was scary at night, but there was no ride for her, and no other way to get there. It was hopeless to try to get a taxi, even if she had the money. So, with limited options, she decided to walk home. Being in motion was better than being static.

Hugging herself to shield from the cold, Audrey promised she’d never leave the house without a jacket or an umbrella at least if there was no guarantee of a ride. A good lesson can be taken from everything. 

She looked down at her feet and counted the steps to ignore the voices coming towards her from the dark corners:

“Hey, girlie, all alone?”

“Hey baby, look at me!”

“Oh, baby, don’t do me like that!”

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing--"

“Are you alright girl?” She finally looked up, startled. A woman was looking back at her with a puzzled look from the steps of her house. She was big and her hair was wrapped in a scarf. Her brown eyes bore into her, wild and shocked at the fact she was alone at that time.

“Yes ma’am, thank you," Audrey said, faking a chipper tone. The woman wasn’t convinced.

“Aren’t you too young to be walking around on your own in this pouring rain?” She didn’t mention the fact she was herself in the pouring rain. Audrey found that odd, but thought it was better not to bring it up. 

“Yes, ma’am I am, but I’m getting right home!” The woman looked like she was going to say something else, but instead decided to stare fixedly beyond Audrey’s body. When she looked back, she saw what it was: A few men were approaching her and no doubt gave up and stepped away, when they saw she had company, back into the alley from whence they came.

"Go," the woman said. Audrey promptly resumed walking, as fast as her white heels allowed her, going over each cobblestone and trying not to trip. She was getting more dextrous at it, which was also something to be proud of. The plan now was to get to point B as fast as possible–and in that way avoid any more men.

Still, as if seized by something, Audrey stopped in her tracks. There, bathing her and half the Skid Row sidewalk, beyond the now faltering rain and night, was a bright yellow light. The building needed no identification. It was old, probably a century or so, and its decrepit brown, chipped walls were unmistakable:

She was at the steps of what people called the Skid Row home for children. It probably had a proper orphanage name once, but why beat around the bush? It was a home for those even more destitute than the destitute. Usually when Audrey went by it---or rather sprinted by it, guiltily thanking God for having a mother who loved her---the doors were closed. This time though they were open a sliver. Inside, the silhouette of a woman could be seen, talking to one of the kids. The conversation seemed to be going on for a while now, about a specific child, and despite herself, Audrey leaned in to listen.

“...Think he’s gonna be happy where he was sent to, Mrs. Jones?” Mrs. Jones was shuffling some papers and walking briskly.

“Our job is not to make sure you children are happy," she began, austere. "But to give you homes. He has a home now.” The child, no less than nine by the voice of it, pondered this.

“Yes, but that mister didn’t give me the best impression. He didn’t seem very fatherly, ma’am.”

“That mister only wanted someone to help him with the shop, so he got someone to help him with the shop. That is all. Have you taken your meds?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Then go to bed, it’s late.”

When the woman got up and closed the doors, Audrey was nearly shaken awake with a jolt. She remembered where she was, looked around herself and sprinted past.

Poor child! A child who wasn’t supposed to be happy, just useful. What a miserable existence!

She didn't stop walking an inch until she was safe and sound inside of her own home.

----

When Audrey heard about him again, it was another four years later. She was working at a bar, which was bustling and loud, feeling very uncomfortable in the clothes her boss insisted the waitresses wore. It was a skimpy, sequined outfit, which she felt showed too much cleavage, but it got her tips and she needed tips: Her last boyfriend broke up with her and threw her out of his apartment where they had been living for the two years. He had essentially left her penniless again. 

It was for the best, she kept telling herself. He was not a very good man and her mother was sick. She couldn’t work as much anymore, so she moved in with her to help. And working as a waitress was good! Her hair was better than ever now that the other girls helped her know all the good products for hydrating bleached hair, and it was either this or stripping. Audrey didn’t think she was there yet, though her co-worker Sally was always trying to sell her on it.

“I mean, you just go up there and take your clothes off,” she'd say as they both looked at the stage, where a girl was dancing. She slowly unhooked her bra to whistles. “It’s totally fine. I mean, eventually a few jerks come around, but we have The Muscle for that, he takes care of ‘em.” The Muscle was a big, but sweet guy who always treated Audrey nicely. He lived with his boyfriend around the corner and Audrey never judged him for that, but they all kept it a secret from the boss, who might not like it very much

“Oh, I don’t think it’s for me," She'd eventually say. "Thank you, though, Sally.” Sally would shrug, big, wavy and luscious red hair falling over her, so similar to...

“I’m just saying that’s where the big bucks are, honey. The good money."

“Well, I just don’t feel very comfortable with that, that’s all.” She'd shrug again.

“Suit yourself, hon.” Sally would then go downstairs, to get ready. Audrey would watch her every time and then nod to herself, reassuringly. She was going to suit herself alright. She wasn’t gonna strip. Sure, she didn’t think it was a bad thing, considering everything, but she wasn’t going to do it. She didn’t need her mother to find out something like that about her and march to an early grave. Not graduating high school, skipping classes to be with boys, chain smoking behind the bleachers and coughing all over herself, having that many boyfriends… All of that was enough, she thought.

Working at bars at nights had to be the cherry on top of the cake. This itchy dress would have to be the end of it.

“Hey, honey,” a man said, approaching her with a drink in hand, snapping her out of her thoughts. She smiled. “Do you work here?”

“Oh yes, I do." She looked at him, analyzing. He was balding, but his hair was brown… Well, perhaps it was more blonde. He looked old---Auntie Sandra never mentioned anything about old, did she? She mentioned mistakes, and being sweet. Now, being at a bar like that at this time of night was definitely a mistake. Was he sweet?

“Nice cleavage.” No. He was not sweet. Audrey swallowed the urge to hit him over the head with the tray she was holding, and kept smiling, frozen in place.

“Would you like anything to drink?”

“Sure, give me a double vodka,” Audrey nodded and went to the barman immediately, squeezing herself in the crowded place, sinking her stomach in to go by some men who were definitely getting more out of this than she was.

"Danny?"

“Hey, Audrey, what’s up?”

“A double shot of vodka, please,” she said, looking at the man. He smiled at her, as usual.

“Coming right up!” Audrey watched as he prepared the drink and tried not to pay attention to the people around her. She would sometimes stop to watch the numbers or hear the conversations, but as it was it was just too much. She wanted out, but her shift had barely just started.

Taking the double vodka, she left.

That routine continued through the night. A man came up to her, was perhaps nice, perhaps not, ordered a drink, she gave it to him, rinse and repeat. She was glad to be used to wearing heels, because that was not a life for someone who wasn’t. At the end of the day, truthfully, the thing she liked the most about working at the bar (and there were always advantages everywhere) was when it was empty, or nearly so. The barman wiped the counter up and the other waitresses huddled together on the corner, exchanging things that happened to them that night, half acquired gossip they overheard, and cigarettes, counting tips. Audrey thought there was a nice, peaceful energy that surrounded the place then. The stage was empty and the strippers were all downstairs, powdering. They’d be up for a drink and she could talk to them about their new routines, their hair and make-up, which was always impeccable, as it should be, throughout their number. The girls were always nice, even if perhaps a bit beaten by life. But then again, so was she, right?

“Another one, sir?”

“Yes, sure, why not?” Audrey turned to the bar. There was still a man there, drinking. He was old, but not balding, so it wasn’t the same man from the beginning of the night. For some reason, Audrey decided to stop and sit by him, which she never did.

“Hello." When he looked at her, he flushed and nearly dropped his drink. “Oh, I'm so sorry!"

“Don’t worry, I got it,” he said, with a smile, before examining her further. He stopped at her face and squinted. “Say, I know you. You stop by the flower shop sometimes.”

“The flower shop? The one next to the corner store?”

“Yes, that one. I own it.” Audrey perked up.

“You’re mr. Mushnik?”

“The one and only!” Audrey was baffled. This was akin to meeting a celebrity.

Many times she had stopped to look at the flowers, however briefly, at mr. Mushnik’s window. She had noticed that, as time went by, the flower populace there became scarcer and scarcer, but she decided not to bring it up, for fear it was rude. Besides, they always had peonies and lilies, and Audrey adored those.

“Oh, I simply love your shop!” She said, turning her body to face the man now, all inhibitions forgotten. “It’s so lovely! When I was little, my mother used to buy flowers, and I’d play at making arrangements. Of course, that was before my dad left us…” Mr. Mushnik’s expression went darker. “Oh. I’m sorry, I...”

“Don’t worry about it, uh...” he trailed off, trying to gauge her name out.

“Oh, I’m Audrey.”

“Audrey! Say, what are you working in this joint for? No offense,” he added to the barman, who merely rolled his eyes. 

"Whatever, man..."

“It’s good money!" Audrey said, but then admitted, "well… Better than nothing.”

“And you’re not…” Mr. Mushnik trailed off once more, looking at the strippers who came up the stairs talking amongst each other. She vehemently waved her head.

“Oh no, Mr. Mushnik. Not me. Though…” Audrey glanced at the stage and then down at her clothes. She turned her body away, towards the bar, changing the subject, “I’ve never seen you here, before.”

“Oh, special occasion, or should have been,” he rolled his eyes, “My employee, Seymour, turned twenty-one these days, and I brought him here for his first drink. This was the only bar open,” he explained himself when Audrey’s expression became puzzled. He looked at his own glass. “Lousy idea. He threw up outside in the alley, and I had to take him home. So I came back here for a drink of my own.”

“Oh, that sounds dreadful!”

“It was! Kid can’t hold his liquor much like he can’t hold anything else!”

“Oh no, Mr. Mushnik,” Audrey retracted herself, her eyes wide with worry. “I meant Seymour. I hope he’s alright!”

“Oh, Seymour? He’s gonna be fine,” Mr. Mushnik said, waving his hand, before taking a sip of his drink. Audrey saw it was probably whiskey and wondered what Seymour had drunk. If he had never done it before and this man gave him straight whiskey, she thought it was no wonder that he had thrown up all of it in the alley. “You shouldn’t be working here, y’know?”

“What do you mean?” Audrey said, blinking in surprise.

“You’re a nice girl, I can tell,” she looked down, with a small smile.

“Oh, I’m not sure about that, mr. Mushnik…”

“Yes, you are. Say,” Mr. Mushnik downed the last of his drink and put the glass back on the counter, seamlessly pulling a few bucks from his wallet “If you need a job, come work for me. I’ll remember you, I bet.”

“Work? At the flower shop?” Audrey had thought of that, of course, many times. She never once thought it could be so, though, “What would I do?”

“You said you like to do arrangements, right?” She nodded. “Perfect! Seymour has no talent for arrangements, no taste. I’ve tried to teach him, but I’m just as hopeless. I see you got good taste,” she looked down once more and shrunk into herself. He didn't seem to notice it. “You can come work for me anytime, ditch this joint for good!”

“Well, I’ll think about it. Thank you Mr. Mushnik,” he smiled and began to leave, being halfway to the door when she yelled: “Oh, and tell poor Seymour to take care of himself!”

“Oh, Seymour!” Another eye roll “He’s gonna be the death of me one of these days!” 

And that was that.

----

When Audrey heard about him again, it was on the day of her mother’s funeral service, nearly two years later. It was a peaceful event, as she thought it should be. She was there, by the coffin, looking at her mother’s face and crying.

Few people showed up and her own father was nowhere to be found, as usual. He sent some money instead, when Audrey called him to let him know what had transpired. At least that was good. She could afford to pay for everything and then some, as he had sent some extra for her never to contact him again, so she could live and pay the bills without killing herself working for at least two more months.

Audrey caressed her mother's hair. She looked happier in death than ever. She wondered if she was going to look like that too when she passed, but then thought that maybe that wasn’t a nice train of thought to pursue. 

Drying her tears, Audrey made mention to leave, when a hoarse voice sounded behind her.

“Hey, kiddo." When she turned around, she froze in surprise. There, facing her with a cigarette in hand, was auntie Sandra and her pretty, bright, red hair. Audrey would have squealed, no doubt, if the situation was not so hopeless.

“Hello, auntie Sandra. I haven’t seen you in a while, are you well?”

“How could I be well in a time like this, kid?” She asked, expelling smoke from what seemed to be every pore of her body, “Sorry ‘bout your mom.” Audrey looked down, joining her hands.

“Thank you, auntie Sandra.” It felt odd to her to call the woman that, but she didn’t know her last name. In fact, she didn’t know anything about her. In all of the years that followed the woman’s consultation---nearly ten!---Audrey wanted to contact her, to ask more about the future. She even saved up some money for it, but her mother told her it wasn’t nice to meddle with these things too much and wouldn’t tell her where the woman lived. Other people in Skid Row offered a similar service, but Audrey never knew how to approach them, and it felt almost like a betrayal of sorts---Auntie Sandra existed, so why would she go after anyone else?

It was nearly a miracle she had found her way to her again. In fact, she was wondering how she even heard of her mother’s passing, considering she didn't call, when Auntie Sandra began talking again.

“I hope you’re doing well, kiddo,” she said, tossing her cigarette on the floor and stepping on it unceremoniously, before getting another one. She coughed. “Your mother was a good woman, one of the best I’ve ever met, and I have met many of them," she paused, scrutinizing Audrey the same way she had all those years ago. "You look like her.” She ended her statement lighting her cigarette.

“I do?” Audrey asked, looking at herself on a nearby window. She couldn't see the resemblance.

“It’s the eyes, kid, they're nice. And the voice too, I suppose. You look better with this hair, though,” Audrey lifted her hands to her head and smiled genuinely for the first time that day. It was short lived, a daughter shouldn’t be smiling at a mother’s funeral, but it was meaningful.

“Thank you, Auntie Sandra.”

After the service and the burial, Auntie Sandra insisted on giving Audrey a reading for free, for old time’s sake.

“Oh, I don’t know if I should accept it,” she said at first, feeling unwell about the ordeal. “I ought to pay you something.” Auntie Sandra waved her hand.

“Nonsense, your mother never paid me. I read to her since we were in high school, you know?”

“You knew my mother in high school?” Audrey asked, shocked.

“Yeah, before I quit for good.”

“Oh…” Audrey said, trailing off. Auntie Sandra looked at her intently.

"Say, don’t you wanna know more about that guy from all those years ago?”

“Guy?”

“Yeah, the one I told you about. I’m assuming you didn’t find him, did you?”

Audrey hadn’t. In fact, this was the first time in what seemed to her a long time, at least a year, that she even thought about him. With her mother’s illness aggravating and the medical bills – which were absurd – she was too busy to think about love. She figured Auntie Sandra’s warning was correct: It was just a possibility, not a fixed future. Even now she didn’t think about asking her whether or not she’d be married. All she wanted to know was this: “Will I ever leave Skid Row?”

Instead of saying any of that out loud, though, she contented herself with a more direct response:

“No, I haven’t.” Auntie Sandra tapped her cigarette with a long nail.

“Figures. I’ll meet you at your place, alright?” And without expecting an answer, she took off.

Audrey watched as she left – the tight dress, which some would say it’s inappropriate for her age, and the high heels clicking – wondering where the woman lived. How did she know she still lived at her mother’s place? It was for sale now, her landlord wanted to live in Europe, or something, so Audrey had her days numbered. Her mother said it was for the best, though. Rent was too expensive there, even for Skid Row.

With a small sigh, she decided to go and finish putting her mother’s things in boxes. Despite herself, she cried all the way there.

It was nine pm when Auntie Sandra showed up. She wondered if it had been a similar time back then, during her first consultation, and thought it was plausible. After all, she was supposed to be in bed by eight thirty. Little Audrey had always thought it was late into the night, maybe two am, but now, as an adult who had been out at such a late hour, she saw how that could easily be a fabrication. She smiled at the innocence of her youth and wondered where time had gone again.

“Kid? You gonna invite me in?”

“Oh, sure. I'm sorry Auntie Sandra,” Audrey stepped aside, cursing herself, and closed the door once the woman was in. 

“Place’s cleaner than ever, good for you,” Audrey smiled at the compliment and began lifting her hand to offer the woman a chair. That wasn’t necessary. Auntie Sandra was already sitting, with the cards in hand. “Sit down,” she said as if she owned the place, and wordless, Audrey did just that.

She lightly played with a fake pearl necklace she was wearing, wide eyed.

“Are you going to see into my future?”

“Yeah, kid. Is there anything specific you want to know?” Audrey opened her mouth and closed it again. Hmm...

“Well…” She began, at last. “I wanted to know about leaving Skid Row. For good.”

“I see,” Auntie Sandra said, shuffling the cards. “I’ll ask them about you leaving Skid Row then.” Before Audrey could ask who they were, if she meant her guardian angels again, the woman fell into her ceaseless prayer stage. When the cards fell on the table, she looked at the drawings and felt thirteen again. The deck was new – different, better. It was laminated and it didn’t have as many creases as before, so she could see it crystal clear, which made her happy. She wondered what thirteen-year-old Audrey would think of her if she could see her now, before Auntie Sandra took her back into the real world.

“Your fella is here again,” she said, tapping her cigarette with her finger over a leftover glass of water. “Front and center.”

“He is?” Audrey didn’t want to sound too excited, but found herself looking at the card she pointed to immediately: It was the same one from ten years ago, she knew, the man with the cup and the fish flying out. “Oh...”

“Anything the matter?” Audrey waved her head, putting her back against the chair.

“I haven’t been thinking about men much lately. Dating in Skid Row is a no go! I should have seen that from my parents’ relationship. Then again, I was never very bright.” Auntie Sandra waved her hand.

“You’re bright, kid, don’t say you ain’t. You’re seeing men for what they are after all! Lousy pigs…” She tempered with the cards again, distractedly, before taking another drag of the cigarette. “This one’s ok, though. He seems to be..." she squinted at the cards. "Sudden? Yeah, sudden.”

“Sudden?” Audrey repeated, confused.

“Yeah, sudden. You’re not gonna see him coming, and then BAM!” Auntie Sandra hit the table for effect, making Audrey jump back with a startled noise. “He’s right there with ya! You’re a fighter though,” she continued, eyeing the cards closely while Audrey removed a hand from her chest.

“I am?” she asked, recuperating from the scare. She looked down at the card that had a woman and eight swords, beside another with a woman and a lion. Audrey never thought of herself particularly as a fighter. If anything, she was the opposite: Weak willed and willing to follow. She looked down at her lap.

“Yeah, you’re not gonna see it until it’s right there, don’t even try,” Auntie Sandra continued, despite her thoughts. “You don’t think you deserve this fella.”

“Oh, so he’s not any of the ones I dated?”

“Fat chance, kid.” Audrey knew as much, but she needed to try. She didn’t believe someone as nice as that man sounded was going to suddenly appear in her life. It was too good to be true, so, retracing footsteps could be her better chance at love. “Don’t go chasing exes either, they’re off of your life for a reason.” Audrey’s head jolted up in time to catch Auntie Sandra’s cigarette hand lowering down onto the cup.

“You can read minds?” Her voice was even smaller than usual and Auntie Sandra smiled largely at that, before dismissing it with a hand wave.

“Nah kid, but I can read sweet girls like you, and they all go back to their exes, trust me.” She looked back down at the cards, while Audrey resigned herself to wait. “I get why they wanted to talk about this fella of yours.” She lifted one of the cards up to show her. “Remember this?” 

Audrey looked closer.

“Sure!” She said, fighting back the sudden urge to cry, while grabbing the card in hands “It’s the card my mother…” She paused to sniff, hoping it didn’t sound as loud in reality as it did in her ears, “That my mother said was so full of life.” 

“Yeah. It’s pretty green I guess,” she said, staring at Audrey intently “Your mother always wanted a garden, all that stuff.”

“I know…” Audrey murmured to herself, running her fingers through the surface of the card delicately, as if that movement alone could ruin the illusion.

“Well, it seems like you and your fella get that at the end.” For the second time in the night, Audrey’s head jolted up.

“We do?”

“Yep. The garden, the kids, the house. Now, it’s a small house, right there,” Audrey looked down when she pointed. “But it’s a house. If you wanted undying fortunes, you should have gotten the ten of pentacles. As it is, though, the ten of cups is good. Out of Skid Row.” 

Audrey put the card down.

“Now, here it is again, these two,” Audrey looked at the other cards indicated: A tower crumbling and a Devil with two people “I remember your reading well. I’ve done several since, but you were my youngest client,” she smiled at her, “These two came up as well, do you remember?”

Audrey waved her head. She only remembered the fish and the ten of cups. It was the nicer part of the reading, she figured. She focused on that.

“Well, you’re older now, so I can go into depth. There’s crumbling alright. Necessary. I don’t know if it's emotional or physical, but it’ll happen. Here,” she pointed at another card, “Nine of pentacles. There’s another woman here.”

“Another woman?” 

“Yeah, kiddo. Another woman. She’s greedy, wants everything for herself and nothing for the both of you. She’s your obstacle out of here, it seems.”

“Oh, well, if there’s another woman, then maybe it’s best not to get involved...” Audrey knew better than to steal another woman’s man. She had seen the fights at the bars and even her own neighborhood. Many times she had woken up startled with a woman yelling and the loud noise of a car window being smashed.

“I don’t think it’s like that, but it could be, come to think of it,” Auntie Sandra looked closer. “I’m not sure. Still, going beyond this energy here is not gonna be easy. I don’t have to sugarcoat things for you anymore, you’re not a kid. It’s gonna be the hardest thing your man does in his life, to let go of this woman, and he might not be able to do it in time.  She promises a lot and delivers too little. Poor fella.” She took a deep breath before continuing “Either way, the future changes all the time. Right now, it seems you two are gonna make it, though. Besides, you’re gonna start working again soon. It’s not in the question I asked, but it seems to be important. You lost your job recently?”

“Oh yes, at the bar. I stayed back to take care of mama.”

“Well, consider yourself lucky. An opportunity presents itself! Close to home too,” Auntie Sandra showed the Queen of Pentacles “But not this one. You’re moving.” 

“Yes, I am.” Audrey said, looking around the apartment she grew up in. “I don’t know where to go yet.” Auntie Sandra began putting the cards away, her cigarette dangling from her lips.

“My sister owns an apartment next to that corner store, you know it? Maybe you could rent it.” Audrey’s eyes lit up.

“The corner store?” She asked, newly excited “Next to Mr. Mushnik’s flower shop?” 

“Yeah, you know the spot.”

“Yeah…” Audrey said, trailing off. “I sure do!"

----

In the morning after moving, Audrey finally mustered up the courage to walk up to Mr. Mushnik’s flower shop, fixing her hair and dress all the way. It had been a while since she had stopped by the windows to look at the peonies and lilies, which were still there, although even scarcer than before, so the nervous feeling pooling up at her stomach was predictable, she thought.

When she walked in, the bell chimed to indicate a customer, and mr. Mushnik was quick in his step out of the back.

She smiled at him.

“Hello, mr. Mushnik." He looked as if he saw a mirage at first, before opening his arms expansively.

“Audrey! Audrey, right?” Audrey nodded. “Got out of that joint? Came to work for me?” he looked around, putting his hands on his hips. “Now, I’m afraid it’s not much, but it’s honest, and we still need a girl to make arrangements. Is that a deal?” She was flabbergasted.

“Sure!” she said, stepping further into the store. It was the first time she ever went in, and she couldn't believe it wouldn't be the last. Mr. Mushnik continued:

“Great! Can you start right away?” Audrey stared at him, wide eyed.

“Sure!”

“Great, fantastic news. I gotta tell Seymour.” Mr. Mushnik went to the door at the left of the shop. She had entirely forgotten about the man that Mr. Mushnik told her he employed, the same one who had thrown up in the alley.

Audrey had never met a man who couldn’t hold his liquor before. She hadn’t been with too many men who weren’t at least a little drunk, so she was eager to know what that Seymour looked like.

“Seymour!” Mr. Mushnik yelled and Audrey could hear a noise of not one, but several things breaking at the lower levels. When she made a mention to go and check it out, Mr. Mushnik stuck an arm out, preventing her. “Don’t worry, he does this everyday," he rolled his eyes. "Seymour!” 

Audrey could hear a faint “I’ll be up in a minute!” before identifying the sound of rushed footsteps coming upstairs. Her heart was racing in her chest and she swallowed a lump. She thought she was gonna faint until Seymour finally opened the door, emerging from within.

“Seymour, this is Audrey. She’ll be working for us, doing arrangements.” Mr. Mushnik said, pointing from one to the other. “Audrey, this is Seymour.”

Audrey raised her hand in a wave and both stared at each other as if they had never seen another human before, or as if they were completely alone in the world. Forgetting himself, Seymour fixed his glasses and almost dropped another pot.

"Oh!" Audrey said and bent over to help him. Crisis averted, they raised their bodies together, looking into each other's eyes.

“Hi,” Audrey’s shy voice was the first to breach the gap. “Pleased to meet you, Seymour.”

“Li… Likewise,” Seymour said, stuttering a little.

“Great, great, introductions done.” Mr Mushnik clapped his hands. “Seymour, go check the flower pots, I need you to spray pesticide on that snake plant.”

“On it!” Seymour said, finally looking at something that wasn’t Audrey, diligently lowering his head to go and tend to the plant. She followed him with her eyes all the way to the back.

“Seymour will show you the flower arrangement table next, won’t you Seymour?” 

“Yes, sir!” Seymour yelled without looking back. Mr. Mushnik glanced at Audrey and pointed in the direction of his employee’s voice.

“Go on,” he said, before putting his coat on. “I need to go out for a little errand. I trust you kids are gonna be fine until I come back.”

“Yes, mr. Mushnik!” Audrey guaranteed. “Don’t worry about us, we’ll be just fine."

“I wouldn’t worry about you. It’s the other one that’s the problem,” Audrey looked down, not meeting Mr. Mushnik’s eyes. “I’ll be right back.”

Once he was gone, she raised her head to look at the window to the back, which was still open. She could see Seymour tending to the plant in there, looking at it intently. It was much in the same fashion Auntie Sandra looked at her, she supposed, but exceedingly more lovingly. She observed him at work for a second, before realizing it was also part of her job to tend to plants.

She made her way to the back, high heels on wood, and didn't notice that every single hair on his body flew up at the sound of her.

When she finally showed up at the door, he nearly dropped everything again.

“Oh!" She exclaimed, rushing towards the table.

“I'm fine, thank you, Audrey.” Realizing they were close again, but this time alone and unbothered, she took this opportunity to observe Seymour better.

His glasses were a tad crooked once more–which he fixed again upon noticing her glance–and he had no fashion sense, but not in a bad way. It was more in a quirky, cute way. He also had blue eyes, which looked into hers, even if for just a second, making her blush.

Looking away, she decided to tend to the flowers.

“You’re good at your job.” It was a statement of a fact. She didn’t need to know him for too long to understand this. All those plants looked magnificently green.

“Me?” Seymour asked, dismissing the notion in a second, with a shrug. “I just like plants.” 

“Oh, me too! I used to stare at the flowers on the window every time I walked by...” Seymour’s eyes flashed in recognition.

“Hey, I think I’ve seen you before!” he pondered for a second, but only a second. “You used to stare at the peonies, a... and the lilies!” Audrey looked at him.

“Yes!" Seymour smiled at her for the first time and Audrey caught herself mirroring it wider. She could tell he didn’t smile much by the way he tried to hide his face from her, and once he was looking at the plants again, Audrey observed him once more. The flowers were completely forgotten.

Seymour had brown hair. He was sort of helpless. He definitely was no… Who did she say at the time? James Stewart? No... Cary Grant? Yes... But he was sweet and charming in his own way. And he was poor, by the looks of it. Could he...?

No. Seymour seemed far too sweet. Far too good. She watched him spraying the plants in an almost devoted manner, trying not to trip and drop any of them on the floor. 

Audrey finally devoted herself to her own work. It was hopeless to want anything further in that direction, she could already tell. What would a guy like Seymour even want with a former waitress, a girl who never had any prospects in life, who skips from bad boyfriend to bad boyfriend? It just simply couldn’t be between them. 

She’d have to look for her brown haired, sudden man, elsewhere.

[annabel-lee-nevermore]

I was avoiding hw so here’s a little preview snippet from my big long WIP, It's kinda rough but idk if I'll use it in the final so whatever

its modern au btw

Be warned there’s Angst ahead

Annabel had resigned herself to her fate long ago. She'd known it was only a matter of time before her father found her a man, forced her into a relationship for pr, and married her off in a business deal. She'd known. She'd been fine with it.

But that was before Lenore.

Sweet, soft, kindhearted Lenore. Her pet. The girl who had been through so much pain, so much trauma, who relied on her. She couldn't bear to break her heart, to lie to Lenore's face and tell her she didn't love her, to tell her that she didn't mean the world to Annabel.

She couldn't bear the thought, so that's why she just ghosted her instead. Surely she would hurt Lenore less if she just slipped away, fading into nothing but a pleasant memory, the phantom of late-night kisses and fingers in hair. Lenore had friends, a brother. She had people who loved her, she'd be fine, she'd be able to survive without Annabel.

But now, with Edgar's hand on her waist, fingers digging into her flesh as she put on the godforsaken smile she always wore around her father. The one that was screaming for help even though no one could see the desperation. Lenore had called it soulless, she'd said it hurt to look at Annabel like that. She wondered if everything would be better if people could see things the way Lenore had seen them, peeking past the curtain, looking behind the mask, looking for the person beneath the facade of the perfect daughter. So she wore the mask, bit back the disgust she felt, and hung off Edgar's arm, letting her thoughts slip away, playing the dumb blonde everyone wanted to see. It was easier this way.

That didn't make it hurt less when she saw Lenore, face in abject horror staring at her, Theo pulling her away, hoping to distract her from the sight of the woman she loved with someone else. Annabel wanted nothing more than to run to her, to tell her it was all a ruse, to tell her how much she loved Lenore. She wanted nothing more, but Edgar's hand wouldn't move from her hip and her father's threats kept her at bay, kept her hiding behind layers upon layers of masks.

[lahotelbellamuerte]

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝟭𝟵𝟲𝟯 - issue #7. a little blood

series masterlist ! current: a little blood ! next: come on darling, daddy's waiting

pairing; five x eight warning; blood, death, slight evil eight, language, not proof read, idk word count; 4.3k notes; none

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AFTER THE TWO DEPARTED TO THE DATE AND LOCATION. Eleanor couldn’t  help but gawk at the awful fashion around. Five smiled at the sight of her disgusted face. 

"You're about to do your first mission as Eleanor and not Eight, so you have to be careful alright?" Five told her as they walked towards the building, still not believing that she was capable of protecting herself. 

"I'll be okay, maybe this will be my wake up call to remember everything," She offered with a smile moving to scratch her neck. 

Five rolled his eyes, "I doubt it," he said plainly.

Walking through the front door, it could be said that the place did feel homey. The duo then walked forward to a woman writing something.

"Excuse me," he said to her, apparently starling her.

"Uff da! You snuck up on me there," the woman giggled, "If you two are looking for the cookies, we don't put'em out till 3:00," she said to the duo.

"I can hardly wait," said Five, "Uh, do you happen to know where the Midwest Soybean Society is meeting?"

She nodded, "Sure do. Muskellunge Banquet Room. Are you looking for your moms? Are they in for the convention?" she asked the teens.

Eleanor smiled at the woman, her dimples showing, as she looked around and saw a vending machine. She leaned into Five, "Do you have change?" she whispered at him.

The boy searched his pocket and looked at the woman, "Do you have change?" He asked as he handed her a dollar.

"Oh you are in luck mister," she said as she handed him the change.

Remembering the old man she chuckled, "You know, a man I knew said the best luck is to die at the right time." she said as Five handed her the change and walked away.

The woman looked at the blonde oddly as she walked away and turned to Five who smiled, "I always get the crazy ones," he told her then walking away to follow Eleanor, who looked like she was losing her marbles by the second. He wondered if it was the stress of not remembering.

He saw her putting in the coins and clicking a button but nothing happened. He saw her hit the vending machine with a little force, and began shaking it, "Stupid Fudge Nutter!" she said angrily and began shaking it eventually to kick it out of anger, and breaking the glass. He was right, something was bothering her.

"Hey are you okay?" he asked the girl holding her shoulders as she was breathing hard.

"I just want to remember!" she sighed, taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders. Pulling herself away from his hands, "Let's just go," she finally said as she saw two axes on the wall for Fire emergencies. The duo grabbed one each and nodded at each other. She took a breath, uou've killed before, this will be no different. It'll just be Five instead of Chris and Dylan. 

The two walked forward in the hall and turned to walk in the room. The man on the end looked up and saw the familiar faces of the known murders, "You!" he explained, sitting up, "Call security!" he yelled.

Five was the first to react and swung his ax at her killing her quickly. That didn't stop there of course. Eleanor swung swiftly at the first man and hit him right in the neck squirting blood all over her white outfit. The two continued to skillfully swing at people trying to escape. Each getting hacked grossly. 

Eleanor stepped on the table and twirled her ax and like a sword, she cleanly removed a man's head as he plopped to the ground. She grunted as she did so, wanting to get her rage out of her. The man next to him grabbed the handle stopping her, but she lunged forward and butted her head against his hard. Feeling her skull right up against his. And this seemed to make time stop for her.

"Mommy!"

"Till death do us apart," Five's voice echoed in her head.

"It's good to see you, Delores," echoed her own voice.

"I'm pregnant," she heard herself say.

She could hear the sound of Five laugh as he yelled after his son, “James!”

"Prepubescent boy!" she yelled at her husband.

"You're my wife," Five's voice echoed.

"Tell dad I said hi, and I love him," James' voice echoed, his teary eyes flashing through her yes. 

Eight Hargreeves had returned. As time returned she smirked and the man looked at her scared, "Now the fun really begins," she whispered and swung her ax right into his skull. Using her foot she removed it and lifted above her head and threw it, she watched it fly as it hit its mark straight into a woman's chest. 

Someone jumped from behind her in a chokehold. Grunting Eight, stomped on the man's foot making him loosen up his grip. Taking his opening she hurled the man over her body and slammed him on the ground. Her hands began to glow gold and she pointed it towards his heart, tearing it out with her powers. It flew straight into her hand, covering her hand in blood. 

Turning she saw a man run towards her, quickly she pointed her hands towards the ground. Opening a portal on the ground that he fell into. Then opening one on the ceiling as he fell and got stuck in. The lights now flickering slightly. As she was about to move forward, beside her, she felt the air change and turned to a man who was swinging a paddle at her, but it disintegrated before it could hit her. It felt good to use her abilities again. 

"Peek-a-boo!" she cackled, taking what was left of the paddle and stabbing him through the neck.

The duo teleported back to the table where the last person was hiding, Five looked at her surprised. "Your power—"

She didn't leave much room for words and she pulled him into a kiss, a passionate kiss that tasted metallic. Blood obviously, the two drenched in the hot liquid. Quite a sight. The hand that wasn't holding an ax, wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer, while she moved her hands in his hair. The warmth and inviting feeling of her husband, the man she swore she’d never leave. Five couldn’t help but smirk when he felt her squeaked when he shoved his tongue in her mouth. His brother may have fucked her, but he knew what made Eight tick. The two savored the moment. 

This was it. Eight felt the difference between kissing this boy and Diego. Five had been there through everything and had promised to never leave. 

Carmichael looked up at the two who were kissing all while around them were the dead bodies of those they just killed. 

The couple pulled away breathlessly, "That was worth the wait," Five gasped leaning in to give her another short kiss.

The two just turned to the man under the table, both covered in heavy amounts of blood.

"She sent you, didn't she?" he asked the two, very afraid.

"Doesn't make a difference, darling," she said towards him.

"Whatever she offered you, I'll double it, triple it," he whimpers.

Eight lifted her hand as the ax flew right into her hand, then turned to the man.

"We're not doing this for money," Five replied as he and his partner swung their ax at the frightened man. But before they could hit him they were tackled to the ground. Eight removed herself off them as she left Five to deal with the crazy lady. She ran down the hall where she saw him pathetically running. She teleported in front of him. The man was still scared obviously.

"Woah come on we can come to an agreement!" he yelled trying to stop her from killing him.

"I don't want any agreement," she giggles as her hands begin to glow the familiar gold-red, "I'm finishing my task, as I always do."

Out of his will, the man kneeled on the ground and whimpered when her glowing fingers tapped the glass, beginning to crack under them. She made her pointer and middle finger, making a walking figure, and the more they walked around the glass, the more it cracked.

Eight's blue eyes darted to the goldfish, "Pop goes the weasel, or in your case," she paused to chuckle, "the fish." she finished and tapped the glass as it exploded. The body thumped on the ground, while the fish flopped around.

Five stepped out of the room and saw the man dead on the floor. Then looking up to Eight, as she rolled her neck and clenched and unclenched her hands. God, it was good to have his partner back.

Five walked up to her and smiled, "It's good to have you back."

"Yeah, yeah, you missed me. Grab the fish, I'll get a bag and water for it," she grumbled and stepped into a portal for a moment and appeared again behind him.

"Here," she said, handing it over.

Five dropped the fish in the bag and looked at it as it swam around.

"Sorry about the whole Diego thing," she said pausing to look at her bloody partner. 

"We'll fight it out later," he replied grabbing her hand jumping them out of the location. As they appeared the Handler smiled at the sigh of the two bloody people. Eight standing out a little more due to her hair and outfit.

"Well look at you two, I'll say Eight I'm impressed to see you back not in tears," said The Handler.

Eight clenched her jaw and smiled, "First time for everything!" she chirped as a Five handed her the bag. God all she wanted to do was choke this woman with her bare hands. 

"Yay!" she said, grabbing the bag and cackling at the sight of it, and even coos at it.

"You know, you're really starting to fill out those little tight shorts of yours," she said, giving him a smile. Of course, still thinking that Eight didn't know their past, and didn't want to kill her. 

"Why so quiet?" she asked him, "thought you'd be buzzing after this morning's slaughter."

"All this killing...I'm done with it." he finally said as he looked bloody the same if not more blonde.

The Handler took out a handkerchief licking it as she began to wipe some of the blood off him, "What? Am I supposed to take that seriously?" she asked him.

"What we did today, we did for our family," Five said to her, as she clearly didn't understand, "I did it to save the world."

"Please," the woman said looking at him, "Spare me your little assassin with a heart of gold routine, will you?" She finally said.

Lifting the case, she handed it over to him, "Per agreement," Five grabbed it, "You have 90 minutes."

Five furrowed his eyebrows, "You said nothing about a time limit," Five yelled.

"Actually you have 89 minutes and 30 seconds, better hurry." she gave them a sly smile.

"This is impossible, my siblings are scattered across the city," he hissed towards her.

"Nothing's impossible. You proved that this morning when you killed the board," she said tapping his nose.

"I need more time," he asked her.

"Any more time and people will start asking questions. The sooner you get home and out of this time period, the better off we'll both be, so, ticktock, ticktock." She told him.

Five grabbed Eight's hand and jumped them back at Morty's, the two walked in looking for a place to hide the case. The two noticed the blood on the floor and poor dead Elliot on the dentist's chair. 

"Five there," she said pointing to the back in the radio corner, he nodded and Eight walked to the place where the phone call was happening.

"You'll be dead by nightfall," Diego said making his voice sound intimidating.

"Hey moron, it's Öga För Öga, Swedish for "an eye for an eye,"' she told them as they paused to look her up and down.

Five then appeared next to her in the same condition, covered in blood, "It means the Swedes killed Elliot," he finished by taking off his blazer.

Diego's eyes widened, "Wrong number. Have a lovely day," he finished handing up, "We would've gotten there."

Five removed his vest as the two talked.

"Uh, you have some blood on you, a lot of blood actually," Diego said as he walked forward and reached to touch the blonde.

She gave him a disgusted look, "Get your hand off, me you weasel," she said as she slapped her hand away from her.

"What happened to you two?" he asked as he noticed old Eight's hostile demeanor was back. 

"I'll be back," she said and walked through a portal, shocking Diego, but that confirmed it. He just hoped that Eight wouldn't punch him as she remembered that they slept together. 

"Oh, old Eleanor's back," Diego told Luther.

In a portal again she popped back in the bathroom where Five was, "Oh hello," she said as she dropped the new clothes she bought and jumped in the shower, closing the curtain as the water began running.

"Did you tell them we're going home?" Eight called from the shower as her blood-stained clothes were thrown over. Her bra landed on Five's head but she didn't realize.

"Was about to," he said back as he moved his hand to remove the bra of his head, but then her underwear followed. Again he removed it and shook his head. 

"What? How?" Questioned Luther as he was also getting dressed in darker clothing.

"All the details are irrelevant, but we made a deal to get back in our timeline," He explained as the shower continued to run.

"Who's in the shower?" Diego asked as he walked over and noticed it wasn't Five.

"Eight," said Five as he was buttoning up his shirt. And tucking it into his shorts.

"Yes me," Eight replied from the other end of the bathroom as she finished washing any dirt and blood off her, then turning off the shower.

"Five, hand me a towel please," she said, sticking out her arm from the corner.

The teen turned and grabbed a towel handing it to her as she patted herself dry and wrapped it around her.

Five looked at her through the mirror and she walked behind the door that would cover her from the other siblings staring at her. Rather than focus on her, he focused on putting on his tie. While she got dressed in the corner.

"What about doomsday?" Diego asked the two.

"Won't happen," Eight's voice came out muffled as she slipped on her skirt over the long-sleeve button-down, dropping the towel.

"And the 2019 apocalypse?" He added.

"Everything will be back to normal, all right? Now no more questions," she said as she grabbed her the rest of her clothes, walking out with Five following.

Eight slipped on the vest and slung her die around her neck, "We have to find the others," she told them as she slipped on her black over the knee socks and shoved her feet into the same brown boots. Looking up at men who just stared at her doing that.

The blonde rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers, "You three are fucking peeves, get your shit together," she said grabbing their attention, "Luther you get Allison, Diego get Klaus, and We'll get Vanya," she said as she slipped on the familiar Umbrella Academy blazer with their insignia.

Five slipped on his blazer and nodded, "We'll meet at the alley in 77 minutes," he said then reaching for the watches that told the time they had left, "I've synchronized these watches" he finished. Just as Eight tucked her tie in her vest.

"Woah, Woah, you both show up drenched in blood and expect us to believe everything's gonna go back to normal if we go home now?" Diego asked the uniformed duo.

"Elliot just got killed because of us, Diego," she said forcefully towards the man, as she ran her fingers through her damp hair.

Diego stepped forward and grabbed the back of her head pulling her into a kiss. He doesn’t know why he did, maybe because Five was there, maybe death wish?The blonde's eyes widened and made her hands glow and dropped him to the floor. 

"What the fuck Diego?" she hissed wiping her mouth, "Just because I fucked you once, doesn't mean you have any right to kiss me. Hell knows I'm already guilty enough that I'm a married woman that slept with her husband's brother. Also fuck you, for still sleeping with me knowing that Five and I had a history." 

"Sorry—"

"—Just do your fucking job okay?" she hissed at him, "We have a chance to go home and we're taking it."

Diego nodded slowly, "I need to say goodbye to Lila," he told her, turning around walking away from her.

"Lila doesn't give a shit about you, Diego," Five and Eight said at the same time.

This caused Diego to pause and look back at the two, "She never did. She's one of them. She's a member of the Commission," Five added.

"No way. Not possible," he said shaking his head.

"She was using us, Diego," Eight said, "I was her friend too remember?" she said walking away from him.

"You're the Oswald in this story, my friend, you're the goddamn patsy!" Five said walking away.

"You better watch your t—"

Five teleported in front of Diego his finger pointed at him, "If you don't do this, Eight will be the last person you laid with because I will kill you myself. Your lucky I didn't have a word with you about what you did. Got it?" He finished turning and grabbing Eight as they disappeared.

Eight was once more behind the wheel, as usual, making Five grumpy.

"We're the same height, Eight," he grumbled as he watched her speed off towards the farm.

"Yeah, and?" Eight replied not caring.

"The only good thing about old you was how nice you were," Five said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah well, you didn't fall for a nice girl did you?" Eight said laughing sarcastically, "You fell for me, a devils advocate," she finished.

Five sighed, "That I did," he agreed.

She then turned the corner, where they both looked out the window to see Vanya. Eight slammed on her brakes and put the car in park, getting out of the car. Just as Vanya did too.

"What are you doing here?" she asked the duo who now both wore uniforms.

"Looking for you," she responded and she turned to Five and searched his pocket for a watch, grabbing one she handed it to Vanya, "We're going back to 2019."

"What?" she gasped looking down at the watch.

"We don't have much time to explain, but we found a way home," she told her seriously.

"We have 30 minutes to leave," Five now said, walking away with Eight.

"What about my friends, I can't leave them here," she told them.

"Vanya, you don't have a choice in this, alright? Doomsday will happen if you don't come with us." Five told her.

"Okay, then I'm bringing them with me," said Vanya standing her ground.

"Vanya, they belong on this timeline," Eight interjected.

"Says who? Sissy deserves a life where she doesn't have to pretend to be someone she's not. And Harlan? There's a name for what he has. We can get him the help he needs." She explained angrily.

"Vanya," Five said softly.

"Look, a mom and her eight-year-old son are not gonna screw up the timeline!" she furiously said, "They're insignificant."

Eight lifted her hand, "No one is insignificant. I'm sorry, all right? But we can't take that risk. They belong here. Come on," she finally said.

"Why do you two get to decide? You are the reason we're stuck here in the first place," she yelled still angry.

Eight's eye twitched, taking a deep breath before her powers started kicking in, "If Five didn't have this power," she began her voice low, "We would all be dead. Because of you Vanya, the only reason you didn't blow up the planet was that I was lucky enough to control my powers to stop you."

"They're coming with me," she said finally.

"Vanya do not test me right now," Five spoke up annoyed at her childish antics.

"That's funny, 'cause I was just about to say the same thing," she said as her eyes started lighting up white.

Eight pulled Five behind her, "Vanya, stop it," Eight told the woman.

"It's not like you can do anything right? You can't remember how to..." the woman said but was cut off, as she continued to glow. 

Eight scoffed, "You're threatening a fifty-eight-year-old woman," she replied back her eyes beginning to glow a familiar gold, just as her hair began to float. Vanya pushed her powers to the point where she began to sweat a little, all the while Eight easily stood her ground. From behind the blonde, Five gripped her hand, as he felt their power surge.

"Back down Vanya," Eight said.

And so the woman did, "Fine," she replied.

Eight powered down, her hair falling back on her shoulders, "Fine, what?" she seethed.

"I'll be there, I just have to say goodbye first," she told the blonde.

Eight huffed in disbelief, "We don't have time."

"Well, it's either that or I"m not coming," she said to her, walking away.

"Vanya!" The blonde yelled, making her pause and turning her head slightly, "You may be my sister, but if you ever put Five in danger again, I will end you."

Vanya didn't respond and continued to walk to the car, but if anything she knew that she wasn't kidding.

The two turned to the car and left once more headed back to Morty's. Hoping and praying to anything that all the siblings would be there on time. This time the blonde sped gripping the wheel a little too tight.

"You still care about me," Five laughed.

The blonde shrugged, "Well I swore an oath to you, 'Till death do us apart' remember?" she said simply.

"But you threw the ring at me and the whole thing," Five said blabbing with his hands.

"Five we were married," she said simply, "Not dating, it's' a lot more complicated than that, whether I had my memory or not," she said.

"All right, we don't have long, can you drive any faster?" Five complained looking at his watch.

"We're going 120 Five," she explained and then sighed, "Okay fine," she said as she craned her neck both ways.

"Uh, Eight what are you doing," Five asked now gripping onto the door and seat.

The blonde slowed down the car so they wouldn't crash then she opened a portal in front of the car.

"Eight no!" Five yelled as the car crossed the purple-blue portal.

As soon as the car crossed, Eight slammed hard on the brakes, stopping it and putting it in park. They weren't exactly where she pictured so they ran out of the car and began running to the alley.

"Never do that again," Five panted as they continued to run, "Also here," he said, handing her the ring he kept inside his coat.

Eight grabbed it and smiled, "Thanks," she replied, slipping it on her finger, where it belonged. 

The two made it to the alley and began pacing as no one was there, "Where are they?"

"Hey," Luther said as he ran to the two, "Where is everyone?" he asked looking around.

"You're the first," Five chuckled as he began pacing with the case he had grabbed and put in the dumpster, as he had moved it from inside. 

"What?" he gasped, surprised.

"Yeah," Eight said back as she paced then turned when she saw an odd moving Klaus headed their way.

"We made it!" yelled the voice of Klaus as he stumbled to a stop before them.

"What do you mean we?" asked Five as he saw the man struggle fighting himself.

"I'm sure he means Ben," Eight sighed, putting her hands in her pockets as she watched Klaus struggle.

The man pushed on his head as he looked to be pushing something out of him. In this case the ghost of Number Six, Ben. Grunting he finally turned and puked some white liquid out. Falling to the floor grunting in relief.

"I can't believe it. I mean, you're here," Luther exclaimed looking at his siblings.

"We've got eight minutes left," Five said looking down at his watch.

Eight said nothing as her hands were still in her pockets. She wasn't much to be the negative one, but she had a strong feeling that they weren't leaving today.

"I had the strangest dream," whimpered Klaus as he lay on the ground.

"Where are the others?" Five said harshly, looking all over the place

"What's going on guys? Are we going somewhere?" Klaus asked finally.

Five paced and looked at his wife, "It was a simple task. It was a simple task!" he exclaimed, complaining to her, as she hummed agreeing, "All we had to do was be here, didn't have to fight a giant sea monster, no? An army of mutants? Nein." He continued to ramble angrily.

"I can't believe this," Luther said, realizing now that they weren't leaving.

"It was handed to us on a silver platter," Five grumbled, now definitely showing the looks of an angry teenager. Fitting.

"Could you moan a little softer? My head is killing me," Klaus asked sitting up.

"Listen to me you useless puke bag, we just blew our chance to save the world!" He exclaimed.

The case besides Eight began to whir, and she knew what she had to do. Taking her hands out of her pockets, she threw the case before it took any of the surrounding siblings.

"We were close," Was all she said looking solemn at the case that disappeared through a portal.

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 29 - pet play

twice 1.5k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Im Nayeon NSFW

🖤 warnings: oral sex (f receiving), anal play, nayeon bunny costume brainrot, the various animal-related bits that go with the territory of this idk what else to tell you 🖤

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Costume parties, especially ones put on by the frats and sororities, are the best.

The drinks are always free, the hottest people on campus are always there, and you get to go out wearing something ridiculous.

The sexy costume thing? The idea that everyone just wears slutty outfits and if you don't, you're a loser? Absolute lie. You've seen about a hundred people in full cosplay-style outfits and elaborate makeup. Zombies, monsters, cartoon characters, and a handful of people like you, who bundled up in a onesie and called it a day.

You're a shark, of course.

Slightly scary, to fit the spirit of things. Very comfortable, since it's a onesie. It even has pockets, and you definitely did walk into the party with half a quesadilla in there. It's gone now. Eaten.

Some people are in slutty outfits, of course, and that's part of the fun, too. Watching them enjoy themselves, dancing with them, letting shirtless guys in body paint and girls in little skirts and fishnet tights tell you how cute your costume is, how cozy.

You didn't expect one of those girls to be Nayeon.

You didn't think she knew you, actually.

She's in two of your classes, and you've definitely talked to her enough times that she recognizes you, says hello in the halls, but Nayeon is the kind of pretty that renders you absolutely useless.

It's her sorority house, so you should have expected to see her. You're nursing a hard cider and enjoying the absolutely batshit playlist that one of the frat guys from down the street has booming over the speakers - what the fuck kind of DJ name is Sunny Side Up? - when you spot her.

Nayeon and all her sorority sisters are dressed as animals, too, but theirs are a little different than yours. Skimpy and pretty. You can spot a tiger, a dog, an unexpectedly cute frog, and then there's Nayeon herself.

A bunny.

God, she's a knockout.

She went blonde earlier this week, a glossy, almost sandy color against the stark white of the floppy bunny ears pinned to her head. Pink blush across her nose and cheeks, glitter dusted over her whole face (not very rabbit-like, but very cute), and when she laughs, her prominent front teeth that are always attractive but now, with the rest of the look, really are like a bunny.

And you're dressed in a shark onesie.

University never feels like this, because social lines are literally nonexistent, at least not the way they can be in high school, but for some reason, you feel like you'd have no chance with someone like her.

You know, until she comes up to you.

She catches sight of you from over there, in her knot of pretty friends, and her face lights up. She makes a beeline for you, the fuzzy white ears bouncing against her head as she walks. You're sweating it, wondering what on Earth she wants.

"I didn't think I'd see you here!" she says.

"I'm here," you reply stupidly.

She beams. "Cute costume."

"Thanks."

You have got to get it together. Nayeon wants to talk to you and you're fucking it up!

"But yours is much cuter," you add.

"I didn't work very hard on it," she says, touching one of the clip-on ears gently, as if to make sure it's still there.

"You didn't need to."

Because she's already so adorable, you mean, and it seems like she understands. Underneath the blush, she goes even pinker.

"Oh, thanks," she says.

She's acting as embarrassed as you, as flustered as you. That's funny, and kind of strange, because that would lead you to believe...that would mean...

"I was actually hoping to run into you," she says, "Like, outside of class, you know. I never see you out."

"Ah, you know." Very helpful answer.

"Did you come here with anyone?"

You're stupefied. "No, I just-"

"Would you want to hang out with me?"

It's a little unclear exactly how that invitation turned into taking jello shots with Nayeon and her sorority sisters, which turned into the girl in the frog costume nudging and prodding you and Nayeon closer together as the lot of you went out into the crowd to dance, which turned into this.

You're tipsy but not drunk, as Nayeon winds herself around you, slim arms around your neck, smiling against your mouth as she kisses you breathless.

She's knocked the hood of your onesie off, in her eagerness. You're barely even a shark anymore.

"Can we go upstairs?" she asks.

"Like - I mean, you want to-"

Your questions trip over each other, but she just nods, smiling with those bunny teeth.

"Fuck," you swear. "Yeah. Let's go."

Another blur of time and blonde hair and Nayeon's friends laughing as she tugs you away from the party, and then you're in her neat cream-toned room.

The pet name just slips out.

You're laughing through it, and you don't mean to say it, but she's still in her costume, and she looks so unbelievably cute, and she's practically bouncing on the spot, it's just-

"Calm down, bunny."

Nayeon looks at you with wide eyes, hands frozen where they were busy undoing the long row of buttons down the front of your onesie.

"Shit, I'm sorry," you say, horrified. "I didn't mean-"

She waves her hands quickly. "No, no. It's...it's okay."

"I shouldn't - oh, God-"

"No!" Nayeon insists. "I mean...I am, aren't I?"

Your panic at crossing a line turns into confusion. "You are?"

Nayeon smiles. "A bunny."

This girl is going to fucking kill you.

"I guess you are," you say slowly.

"So if you wanted to keep saying it. You know. I wouldn't mind."

A few questions about intent and boundaries, a few long awkward pauses, and perhaps the most excruciating sexual tension that you've ever felt in your life, and then you're watching Nayeon dig through a little box that she'd taken out of her closet. Her expression is mischievous. You're not sure you're going to survive tonight.

You're down for anything, as a rule, as long as it's, like, safe and consensual. And if Nayeon wants to play this kind of game, you're down. More than down. But you've never done something like this.

"Got it!" Nayeon says, triumphant.

She's holding a silicone plug with a - fucking hell, you nearly swallow your tongue - fuzzy white rabbit's tail on it.

You can't hold back your curiosity. "Do you use that a lot?"

"Oh, sometimes. The ears match," she says, airy and devious, "It's a set."

It's a set. Of course it is. Goddamn.

Nayeon grins. "D'you wanna help me with it?"

"Hell yes, I do."

No point being subtle now. Nayeon laughs, and hands you the plug.

The body of her rabbit costume is just a pair of shorts and a tank top, both in white, and you've got them both off her in record time. Her ears stay in place better than you'd expected, as you pull the tank top over her head, as you kiss and push and tickle her into kneeling at the edge of her bed, tight little ass in the air, pink bunny nose and cheek pressed to the bed.

"Eager," you say.

"Very."

The visual in front of you just makes the words pour out. "Eager bunny, just looking for someone to play with?"

She groans. You snap the band of her skimpy underwear against her hip.

"Looking for an owner," Nayeon says.

Now it's your turn to groan, a punched-out sound that you can barely recognize as your own.

Her underwear are discarded quickly after, and you take a second, a long long second, to think about what a mindfuck this night has become. Probably the most beautiful girl you know, beneath you like this...

It's only natural to lean down and lick a stripe up her core, and she wriggles at your touch. Adorable.

There's a bottle of lube in her little toybox, which you pop open to slick up your fingers. "Bunny needs her bunny tail, doesn't she?"

"Yes," Nayeon agrees. "Please."

"Stay still."

Mouth back on her folds, seeking out her clit with your tongue, you breach her ass with one finger. She takes it easily, easily enough that you can guess how often she likes to use the tail plug. You're not much for multitasking, but this is exactly the kind of thing you can manage.

Two fingers are more of a stretch (ha), but Nayeon doesn't seem to mind, as she cants her hips back against your fingers, your face.

"That's good enough," Nayeon says. "The - the - please-"

"You want it now?"

"Yes!"

So you slick up the plug, careful to avoid getting sticky lube on the fuzzy part, and you guide it into place. It goes so easily that you moan along with her.

She's so ridiculously hot. What even is this night? What kind of blessing are you being granted, right now?

Bunny teeth, bunny ears, bunny tail.

"What d'you need now, bunny?" you ask.

Nayeon looks over her shoulder at you, blonde fair fanning over her back, falling in her face. "Whatever you want. Whatever - want to be good."

You grin, even as your head roils with arousal. "Good for your owner?"

[reidsnose]

Black Eye

overview: reader and spencer go to reader's highschool reunion as a fake couple

genre: fluff i think

warnings: mild violence and swearing, a guy being kind of a total creep, and mentions of bullying

a/n: idk if its any good again just love the idea but it was inspired by a dream i had last night (thank you temporal lobe) so yeah let me know what yall think !! :) also im posting this at like ass oclock in the morning so whoops

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you and spencer had gotten yourselves in quite the situation.

your dreaded highschool reunion was just around the corner and you made the mistake of complaining about it to penelope. she was always trying to make everyones life easier (and more interesting) so when she heard you had no date she took it upon herself to find you one.

it didn't take a lot of looking, none at all actually; because Penelope had already been trying to figure out ways to get you and Reid together.

you two were undeniably perfect for each other. you were an amazing team at work, you hung out alone all the time (though both of you denied these hang out as being dates, Garcia had her own ideas on this), and you were both very obliviously head over heels for each other.

and somehow, through the magical ways of Penelope Garcia, you and Spencer were now sitting in the parking lot, fake married for your high school reunion.

"do we need to go over our back story again?" you worried, looking up at him.

"our backstory is basically all true anyway we just fall in love after a little bit. and i have an eidetic memory so i remember; you're my wife you should know this!" he joked, trying to relax you. "we got this! we're gonna be so married!"

Spencer had actually never been this nervous in his life but he was trying to be brave for you. it would be more embarrassing for you both to show up like nervous wrecks than if you had just come alone. he was just happy to get to be fake married to you.

"the marriedest!" smiled, fist bumping him.

"now lets go make some people jealous!" he chuckled getting out of the car and jogging over to your side, opening your door before you got the chance to; like a true gentleman.

you stuck out your hand which he happily took into his, neither of you commenting on the redness you both had sprinkled across your cheeks. as you walked in, you saw all the people you dreaded seeing.

the boys who tormented you were balding and the girls who made sure you felt awful everyday had wrinkles riddling there skin. you were surrounded by botched botox and bleached blonde to cover graying hair. you felt terrible to admit it, but you were a little happy to see that their beauty had faded like this; they made their looks their whole personality in high school, you couldn't help but wonder what was left for them to be. not that it mattered, but you and Spencer were undeniably the most attractive couple there.

you actually had an ok time, you had spotted a few of your friends that you hadn't seen in quite a few years and it was nice to catch up.

Spencer had wondered a bit, but not too far, he was talking to some guys who used to be in science club when you were younger. you smiled at the thought of what they might be talking about.

"y/n! hey youve really filled out!" you heard a gruff voice from behind you.

you turned around and were met with the very unappealing face of the ex quarterback. Spencers attention had been caught at the sound of your name.

"um..hello," you muttered, trying to covertly back away from him.

"i see youve got a ring, interesting i dont remember us getting married!" he said in an incredibly creepy tone.

"do you know im a federal agent now?" you said through a gritted smile.

spencer had already begun walking towards you, he could tell something was off.

"ill tell you what sweetheart," he put his hand on your shoulder, pulling you slightly closer to him, "you can put me in handcuffs any day."

you threw his hand off of you and drew back your fist, but were cut off before you could deliver the punch but his hand engulfing your own, and squeezing.

"THATS MY WIFE!" spencer yelled in a voice you had never heard from him before.in the blink of an eye he was standing between in front of him. "do not ever talk to her like that, let alone lay a finger on her or so help me God i will-"

"what beanpole? what are you gonna do? what if i did this?" the man asked.

and then he sent a swift punch to Spencer's face.

thats gonna leave a mark.

in a matter of seconds, Spencer had him overpowered, laying face first on the floor with his hands uncomfortably angled behind him, completely helpless.

"now i'm going to let you go and you're going to walk out of here unharmed. if you try anything like that again, ill let my wife handle you. and i promise if she gets a hold of you, you'll be a dead son of a bitch." Spencer muttered in the mans ear, gruffly pulling him up by his collar and shoving him towards the door.

"were leaving." you said, grabbing Spencer's hand, trying to ignore how incredibly attractive he looked right now.

"babe if you want to stay we can stay," he offered as if he didn't just have his shit kicked in by a coward with misogynistic tendencies.

"honey, i want to take you home," you smiled, liking the way it felt to call him a pet name. you walked into the parking lot, "what were you thinking?"

"i was thinking this guy is trying to hurt you and i was not going to ever let that happen." he answered confidently as you two reached the car. "plus this totally made the marriage thing more believable. i wouldn't get a black eye for just anyone."

"thank you. i'm sorry you got punched trying to protect me." you sighed, feeling incredibly awful about the whole thing.

he chuckled, "id do it again."

you fought hard against the blush creeping up your face.

"i gotta say, the black eye really suits you. you look pretty badass." you chuckled, trying to change the subject before it got too sappy and you said something you shouldn't.

"maybe it should just be my new look," he joked, looking down at a ping from his phone. "uh oh."

"we have a case?" you asked.

"yep. and hotch wants us in the office asap which means we cont stop by either of our houses." he sighed before starting the car.

the drive was mostly silent. but a comfortable silence. Spencer thought about how in the moment, he didn't care how many punches the guy threw at him, as long as it meant you were ok, he was willing to take it. he knew he loved you far before that moment but that truly solidified it.

at the same time you were thinking of how quickly your time as a 'married couple' was over. it felt so right to call Spencer yours. so unexplainably perfect for the two of you to be together. if only your time wasn't cut short by a sucker punch.

you neared the building's parking lot. you looked over at Spencer who you could very easily tell was lost in his own world.

"whats going on in that beautiful head of yours?" you asked, causing him to stifle a smile.

"just thinking." he answered.

"what about?"

"us." he stated, pulling into his parking spot.

oh. oh.

"do tell."

he hesitated, "if i tell you, and you disagree, do you promise it wont change anything about us?"

"i promise."

"did it feel right to you? us being together?" he asked, his eyes innocent and filled to the brim with a mixture of anxiety and adoration as he looked at you.

"yes. it absolutely did. and i was so mad at the assclown for cutting our time short," you admitted, "and punching you in the eye, obviously."

"i- i'm not sure how to ask this but- do you...would you..sorry i-" he stammered.

"yes."

you cut him off, pressing your lips to his. his hand gently cupped your face, deepening the kiss and you both felt like you were on cloud nine.

"thats exactly what i was trying to say," he cracked a dopey smile, causing you to chuckle.

"i've been trying to say it for so long." you confessed, causing him to smile impossibly wider, "we gotta go hotch is waiting."

"just one more kiss?" he asked, which you gave in to, obviously. and then another. and another.

maybe it was good thing that he got a black eye that day, because when you got to the office the whole team was so focused on it they didn't even notice the hint of your lipstick left on spencers lips.

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[noritoshiikamo]

happy anniversary

first year anniversary gift is wood right? gojo satoru had just the thing. part 3 of this childhood friend drabble pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader genre: smut bcs i think with my hand down my pants when i see gojo tags//warning: established relationship // gojo thinking with dick part 3, threesome, anal and double penetration thread lightly if u will note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. lolololo okay idk if i did it right, never write a threesome but what better way to return to writing but to write a dp with gojo and nanami weeeee ENJOY!!

“nanamin?”

“yes,” she repeated the answer for the umpteenth time.

he tilted his head, a nervous laugh erupted out of his throat, “you want me to invite nanami kento, uhh, how do i say this without sounding like a complete prude- you want to have sex with him?” her eyes glimmered.

“and you,” she jabbed a finger on his chest, she smiled, “always with you.”

gojo satoru laughed, “buttercup, i ask you what you want for our anniversary, i expected an answer like a brand-new tesla or tiffany diamond or i don’t know-a private island?” she shook her head to his every suggestion, leaning closer into him like a needy kitten. he could feel hair raising on the back of his neck at the feeling of her bare arm brushing against his.

he eyed the tent building in sweats, his girlfriend wanting a threesome with his best friend and it’s turning him on. the idea of watching nanami kento manhandling his sweet, sweet buttercup enough to be a docile moaning mess made his dick twitched. he made note to belittle her for teasing him every time by saying he thinks a lot with his dick, but what can he do when his girlfriend is a soaking mess.

“so?”

his eyebrows shot up in curiosity, he glanced over to her and his jaws almost dropped down. the way she was squirming, getting off to the thoughts itself by rubbing her thighs together, her warmed skin and the lust clouding her eyes. “buttercup,” he cooed, pulling the girl onto his laps, “you really want it huh?” a soft oh escaped her lips as her burning crotch rested against his bulge. “look at that,” she grinned, pushing him against the sofa, his hands immediately went up to her waist as she slowly rubbed herself against him. she watched in satisfaction as his eyes rolled back, only the whites out, head back as he mumbled her name.

her lips traced the protruding collarbone of his, trading tiny licks of her tongue and kisses up to his neck and jaw, “the idea must’ve turned you on too, huh?” her breath ghosted over the shell of his reddened ear, she couldn’t hold her grin back as he let out a throaty yes. his grips on her waist tightened and her eyes widened as she found herself tossed on the sofa on her back. he pounced on her; lips pressed to each other as they scrambled to undress each other.

“before nanamin gets a taste of you, i need to make sure you know where your place is,” he growled as the button of her plaid came off with a single rip. “that this right here,” his hand moved lower to cup her moist cunt, pressing the palm against her bundle of nerve so painfully, “belongs to me.”

“always.”

gojo fished out his phone, hand pressed to her waist as he controlled her pace eagerly grinding against him, not wanting her to immediately be overstimulated before anything could happen. he pressed the phone to her ear, “talk,” he commanded before slithering down to remove her pants. “n-n nanamin, it’s me,” she stuttered as the voice at the other end greeted her. she watched nervously as gojo slowly undress her bottom half, his mop of white hair between her trembling thighs, she could feel his warm breath.

“is there anything wrong? i’m about to leave my office.”

gojo pressed a kiss on her thigh, “tell him to come over. you need help. he won’t come if i asked, but i know he would if you did, tell him it’s the scrolls,” he looked up, head tilted, and her breath hitched as she caught the look in his eyes. the jealousy and lust mixed up into one concoction which is gojo satoru.

“yes, y-yes would you mind coming over? i have issue with the scrolls you g-gave,” she jolted when his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of her thighs. he had been leaving marks all over her thighs and it was enough to make her lose her mind and he didn’t even get to her burning loin.

“okay, i’ll be there in few minutes.”

the call ended and the way she sighed in relief as she tossed the phone on the coffee table with a loud clattering noise, had gojo smirking. “do you need to do that?” she breathed out, covering her warming face with her shaky arms. her relief was short lived as gojo dived straight into her soaking pussy, pressing his tongue flat from the base up to her swollen clit. she jumped, but his arms encircled her legs, holding her down tightly. the way his palm gripped her thighs served as a warning for her to behave; he’s still in control, for now.

“i told you. you need to be reminded that you belong to me before anyone else,” he hummed, lips against her swollen clit sending vibration to her whole body.

“‘toru f-fuck,” her legs desperate to close.

“you think you can come for me first?” he cooed, fingers tracing eights against her soaking cunt, “maybe i’ll prepare some holes for nanamin. i wonder which hole he’s gonna be in first. here?” her eyes rolled back as his two fingers slipped in her entrance, “or here?” his voice deepened as another finger rested at her other hole. her sudden clutching sucked the pinkies in, gojo cursed at the feeing of the tightness around it, despite not being fully in. “maybe i can have the other hole first, buttercup?” she nodded eagerly, mouthing something he couldn’t get.

she whined when his fingers left her, leaving her clutching on nothing as he left the sofa. she could hear his voice screaming from the bedroom before emerging out with a couple bottle of lube. his eyes glimmered in excitement. “you gonna need it all, buttercup,” his mood switching is something she was used too, a soft laugh escaped her lips before their little comedy club was cut short.

the doorbell rang.

she watched as his eyes darkened in excitement, “i wonder who is it?” dumping the bottles on the nearby chair, she watched as his boyfriend marched to the door. she could feel her face getting warmer, ears and neck too and she desperately searched for something to cover her exposed bottom. she wondered why it took them so long as she grabbed one of gojo’s clearly oversized robe draped on one of the chairs. her bare feet echoed on the floor as she stalked to the door, the sound of her feet pitter pattered on the floor distracting the men from their talks.

she swallowed the lump in her throat nervously, embarrassed that both of the men were now looking at her. nanami’s head tilted, a soft huff and tiny smile crept on the corner of his lip. “so, where’s the scrolls?” he asked nonchalantly. he walked inside, kicking his leather shoes opened, still arranging it neatly like a gentleman he is, and he stalked towards her.

she took her steps backward, her heart was fluttering, she could feel the beads of sweat rolling down her back. nanami looked at her with a tiny smile. like a predator stalking his prey except this predator is a clearly very handsome man she’s attracted too. gojo still the one she wants to spend her life with but what’s life without a little thrill. especially when gojo was willing to indulge her in.

“s-scrolls?”

“gosh, nanamin, do you really need to be mean to my girlfriend?”

gojo interrupted, hands in his pocket as he walked past nanami. he grabbed his nervous girlfriend, hands on her shoulders gently giving it a squeeze. “nanamin is just messing with ya,” he whispered, eyes on the blonde man, as he loosened his tie, “he agrees to be a part of our little adventure,” he planted a kiss on the shell of her ear, “lucky y/n, come.”

“nanamin! bed or sofa?” gojo asked cheerfully as he pulled the girl by her hand like a little doll.

“don’t be neanderthal, satoru,” from the corner of her eyes, she watched as he dropped his signature grey coat on the sofa, his glass long gone and the way he looked down on her almost made her moan on the spot, “bedroom. i’m not you.” her eyes widened as her feet were no longer on the ground. “satoru!” she yelled as the man tossed her on their california king bed, her robe came undone with the impact.

“so,” she watched nervously as the two men stood side by side; gojo with his arms folded to his chest and nanami undoing his tie, “which one would you like to have a taste first, buttercup?”

“is there any answer i could give that wouldn’t break your heart, toru?” she replied snidely.

gojo smiled, crawling onto the bed until they were close enough. he cupped her face, kissing her swollen lips softly before looking down lovingly to his girlfriend. this is his childhood friend, the love of his life and he couldn’t believe himself when he said: “for that, i think it’s appropriate for nanami to wear you down first,” he planted a kiss on her nose, a smirk on his face, “i’ll be back, buttercup. nanamin,” he pressed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder, harder than the way she sees it, “don’t break my girlfriend, would ya?”

the door closed behind them, leaving just the two of them in the dim room.

nanami didn’t move for a while, looking around and her, accessing his next possible move. with her sprawled on the bed, nanami couldn’t help but to water at the sight of her legs out and the lack of panties. “you don’t mind if i tied you up right, buttercup?” gojo’s nickname for her rolled off his tongue so smooth and sultry, she didn’t realise how eager she shook her head.

he chuckled and called her forward to the edge of the bed. she didn’t wait for his next instruction as the robe fell on the bottom of his feet and she knelt at the edge of the bed. he leaned forward and he kissed her so gently. he started off slow, tongue slipping through her already swollen lips, softly groaning at the way her lips tasted. his large hands pressed on both side of her face as the kisses became sloppier and urgent. her trembling fingers unbuttoned his shirt, running her soft palm along his solid abs, feeling every crook of it.

he broke the kiss; she was beyond desperate as he stared down her watery eyes and plump lips. “patience, darling,” he whispered with a wink. when his hands found her wrist, despite her soft whine, he gathered it behind her and held it together. his eyes bore deeply into her, searching for a reaction on every turn and tug of his tie around her wrist.

“so why me?” he tugged on the tie one last time causing her to breath sharply.

“just plain old curiosity getting the best of me.”

her answer brought a small smile on his face as he dragged her on the carpeted floor. she watched eagerly as he took his time to undress. the shirt and pants folded neatly on the nearby chair, socks and finally boxer leaving the man standing bare in his glory. he was trimmed neatly, just as expected and she could see the curve of his cock, girthy and adequate in length; not too straight but not too bent, just perfect. he scoffed.

“did gojo starve you of human contact? you look like you haven’t seen cock in ages,” he sat at the edge on the bed, his fingers calling her forward. gripping the base of his cock, he tapped the tip of his cock against her lips, and she eagerly stuck her tongue out. the feeling of her warm, wet tongue against his sensitive tip almost made the man thrusted his hips forward.

seeing his positive reaction, she continued boldly, wrapping her lips full around his tips. she swirled her tongue around the mushroom tip and the slit, humming at the taste of his pre cum. he tasted as good as gojo’s. his hand threaded her hair, gently encouraging her to move down the length, watching as inch by inch of his cock disappeared into her mouth. she fought the urge to gag, eyes watery when she realise, she didn’t even reach the base yet but his tips were already at the back of her throat. he chuckled.

“did i tell you to stop? you’re taking all in,” he gripped her hair harder, “loosen up, buttercup, you can take it.”

he pinched her nose, cutting her air supply forcing her to breath through her mouth. with her throat loosening, he gave a slight thrust finally bottoming out. “look at that, you can do it,” he caressed her bulging cheeks, before pulling out to give the girl some time to catch her breath. the mix of his pre cum and her saliva dripped from her lips; he gently brushed his thumb along it, popping it in her mouth. “such a good girl. be a doll and open up for me, okay?” he pressed a quick kiss on her lips, “you look so pretty wrapped around my cock.”

he realigned his length back to her lips, hands on both side of her face before slowly bottoming in. she squeaked, eyes widened at the roughness of his thrust. the squelching of her throat and his moans of approval had her clamping on nothing. she wondered if it was okay to touch herself, but her throat is preoccupied now to ask for permission.

“nanamin, can’t believe you’re letting her get off by herself,”

shivers rolled down her back as gojo rested his head on her shoulder. he had been watching for a while, seeing her little girl thrown on the floor, throat fucked by his best friend had him palming himself. he couldn’t wait any longer. “poor little girl,” gojo cooed, running his rough palm between her legs. she hummed desperately; head thrown back at the feeling of gojo’s thumb against her neglected clit while an opportunity for nanami to thrust deeper into her throat. she was buzzing with pleasure, head spinning from the multiple attentions.

they exchanged a look and a nod and soon, the girl was whiny as the men pulled away. gojo didn’t give enough for her to get off too and her throat, it felt empty. “that’s not fair,” she pouted. gojo laughed at her reaction, pulling his own shirt on the floor. nanami got on the bed, calling for her by her name. she was in trance. she was quick to climb on his laps.

she swore she could lose her mind on the spot; the feeling of both nanami’s and gojo’s hand caressing every part of her body. nanami’s lips around her hardened bud, lapping and leaving marks on her breast. gojo’s lips on her own, his hand around her neck with her head thrown back. he was muttering praises along with nanami’s hums of approval. she could feel gojo’s cock resting against the valley of her ass, thrusting slowly while nanami’s cock covered in her fluid, threatening to slip in any moment now.

“such a good girl,” she swore she could hear both muttered it.

she nodded; eyes rolled back agreeing to everything them said. reduced to nothing but a moaning mess, their little fuck toys. nanami held her waist, aligning himself before slowly easing into her. he let a loud fuck, groaning at the feeling of her tight gummy walls encasing his whole length. gojo swallowed her moans, palming her breast with on hand.

“does that feel good, buttercup? do you want nanamin to fuck you?” gojo teased, twerking her nipples between two fingers. she nodded, delirious and clearly overstimulated. “fuck, yes please nanami, fuck me,” she was far from done. nanami’s thrusts were gentle, easing in gently as he watched the bulge on her lower abdomen appearing and disappearing from his thrusts.

“lay down,” gojo ordered.

she cried out in pleasure, moaning at the feeling of nanami’s cock now hitting a new spot from the sudden change of position. he held her by her waist, holding her down as his thrust sped up. her sweaty chest rested against her, he could hear her heart racing and her tiny pants and mewls. “you trust us, don’t you?” he asked, and she mumbled a yes. she braced for whatever the two men had instore; nothing could surprise her anymore tonight. she felt a velvety cloth rested over her eyes, completely cutting her vision. the blindfold elevated her senses to a new level.

the low noises, the groan from the back of nanami’s throat that slowly rises as she bucked her hips into his, matching his thrusts, all of it making her more desperate for more. “ah, ‘namin, i’m c-close,” she gasped, air getting fucked out of her system with every thrusts. another hand- gojo’s- sneaked around her legs, circling around her clit and it didn’t take long for her to buck forward, screaming in pleasure her body finally given up. strings of curses escaped her lips, falling flat against his chest.

she wasn’t sure whose hands were slapping the flesh of her ass. she mewled pathetically at the pain, clenching on nanami’s cock with every spanks. “held her apart please,” an order came. one last spanked and soon, she could feel the cold air hitting her cunt stretching on nanami’s cock that was buried down to the base. she held her breath as she felt a cool liquid sliding down the crack and something resting on her other empty hole.

“you need to relax, or it won’t work,”

she gnawed on her bottom lips, eyes watering as she felt his tip gently easing in her tight ass. a soft word of relax repeated on the shell of her ears along with a shaky moan as her body slowly stretched to accommodate the sudden entrance of gojo’s length inside her. gojo pulled her up, resting her back against his chest as he held to her waist to steady himself. he moved slowly. her pain short lived after a couple of gentle thrust, quickly turning into pleasure as a moan spurred out of her lips.

“so full,” she groaned. nanami didn’t move, focusing on flicking her clit and letting her body adjusted to gojo’s slow thrusts. gojo pressed a kiss on her bare shoulder, “you good, buttercup? do you want me to stop?” he panted, halting his thrust slowly.

her only reply was a quick shake of her head before his mouth was back on her.

sure that she was back on track, nanami rolled his hips gently. their thrusts synchronized, with nanami out, gojo goes in, engulfing her in constant flow of pleasure. it didn’t take a while for her second orgasm to hit. they didn’t give a time to breath this time, desperate to chase their own highs and too overwhelmed in their own pleasures.

“fuck, baby if you going to keep clenching i’m not going to last long,” gojo breathed out, gripping her waist so tight, she could feel the bruises coming. their names escaped her lips like a prayer, her legs were bucking from the overstimulation but none of them aren’t backing out.

“switch?”

“yeah.”

she yelped at the sudden movement. she was empty, thrown back onto a chest of someone, by the laugh of it, she knew she was resting on gojo’s chest. his dick slipped easily into her soaping cunt, while nanami found himself groaning as he slipped into her ass, still tight despite being occupied earlier. gojo’s hands gently pushed her hair back, cupping her face watching it contorted in pleasure, tongue lolling out with drools down the side. “you feeling good, buttercup?” he chuckled. she was fucked beyond dumb, bruises littered her body, he couldn’t wait to see it peeking through her skirt and shirt when she goes to her office. he wanted to see her assistant leering jealously, judging his marks on her body.

he groaned at the thoughts of it, dick twitching to fill her up.

“cum, ngghh, a-again,” she stuttered.

“hold it in buttercup,” he roughly cupped her cheeks, “we are about to fill you up too.”

she let out a desperate cry, nanami pulling on her restrains and gojo was roughing up on her breasts and neck. she couldn’t last any longer, feeling her abdomen tightened. gojo threw his head back, the feeling of her walls spasming around his own caused him to come undone.

his own legs trembled, shooting ropes of cum deep inside her walls. their mixed fluid leaked down her thighs and down on gojo. she braced as nanami pressed his face against her back, groaning as his own orgasm washed down on him. his thrusts slowed down, strings of fuck escaped the man. he rested his face against her back, struggling to catch his breath with his hand griping tightly on her breast.

nanami pulled out, falling on the edge of the bed. she slipped out of gojo's, immediately falling on her side, visibly too exhausted to even sit up.

“fuck, i can’t feel my legs,” finally, her brain could string up a couple words, “undo the restrain please,”

she held her arms, face buried in the bed. she hissed as someone undo the restrain, red raw marks forming around her wrists. she was too weak to fight when gojo spread her legs apart, an amusing chuckle escaped the boyfriend. cum were oozing out of both holes.

“buttercup, you’re full and leaking,” he pressed a kiss on her thigh.

she felt the bed dipped behind her and nanami’s deep voice greeted her, murmuring apologies and praises. he planted kisses all over her neck and jaws. “hope you enjoy your anniversary gift,” his deep voice chuckled before he left the two lovebirds for the bathroom. a body loomed over her.

“happy one year, buttercup,” gojo’s lips pressed gently on her own, “you’ve made me the happiest man-child alive.”

she smiled, tracing her fingers on his protruding collarbone, “glad to know you’re happy with me.” he grabbed her hand, gently kisses each digit and the burn mark on her wrist. he pressed her palm on his sweaty cheeks, a cheeky smile on his face, “not to ruin the moment but i feel like foursome is a bit cliché for our second-year anniversary.”

“yeah, because first-year anniversary threesome sounds right.” she rolled her eyes.

“it did say that the first-year present is wood.”

she scoffed, “first-year traditional gift for anniversary is paper, dumbass.” she pulled him down for a kiss, “but you're my dumbass, s'kay,” she mumbled against his lips, a small smile appeared on his face. a satisfied chuckle leaving him as she moved to cuddle up against his chest.

[uhyeahmaybenoidk]

Part 2&3 of ‘I’ve connected the two dots’ the Gilded Age edition

I don’t like the intro. Way too much is happening out there for my taste.

Butlers are the only sane people in this show.

One of these days ladies will gang up on Marian. She is walking on thin ice.

The tea party was pure comedy. Nobody is subtle and Agnes is one step from murder.

Marian: I wish I understood what brings you to New York. Me: Girl, are you blind?

I love the ‘we like riling Agnes up’ club.

Listen I have nothing against Marian but please spice her up a bit. I have like no interest in her as separate character apart from potential love triangle. So far she looks to be a Mary Sue dressed in historical clothes. Honestly, Julian, you can do better.

On the other hand, I’m really intrigued by Peggy. Her past is a total mystery. Frankly speaking I know nothing about America of that period so I cannot tie whatever happened to her to any real life events that would explain why she needs a lawyer. That is why my totally wild and uneducated guess is that she married someone in Pennsylvania against her father’s will and now she’s like ‘oh shit that was a mistake but I won’t admit it to him’. Yep that’s a cliché and dumb theory. I know.

Mrs. Chamberlain is another intriguing character. She is married or she was married. Oh I have a theory! She is a widow who married a very rich but old man who died soon and after his death she got herself a toy boy or whatever they called it in 19th century. That does sound scandalous enough to make Anges’ blood boil, doesn’t it?

I have a question about the dress worn by Carrie Astor in the last scene: what the heck? Did she lose a bet and has to wear this atrocity for a week?

I kind of respect Mrs. Astor. Is she a snob? Yeah. Is she a clever snob though? Hell yeah.

Raise your hand if you don’t trust Tom Raikes. *raises hand*

I mean… yeah I get it sex before marriage is a taboo so if you want to get some, you need to put a ring on it and blah blah blah but dude seems to be too hasty with proposal even for a horny teenager, let alone grownup gentleman.

Agnes is right about him, isn’t she? I bet he is an opportunist indeed. However, what can a middle class lawyer get from this marriage? Money? Nah, Marian is penniless and he knows it. Social status? Eh it isn’t of much use for him.

Unless she isn’t penniless after all. Remember they were talking about shares in railroad companies or something like that which he claims are worthless? What if they are actually worth a freaking fortune?!

Will it have something to do with the station George Russell is about to build? Maybe. IDK. It sounds reasonable now but we’ll see.

I still want to giggle every time George Russell is mentioned.

That freaking maid… She is too clever to seduce George just for the sake of seducing him.

Is she planning to become his mistress? Bitch please. Bertha will twist her neck.

Is she planning to blackmail him? Bitch please. George will twist her neck.

Someone wake Larry up.

Dude, remember that blond neighbour you were flirting with? Yeah it’s time to act. Now!

Give Gladys a sock and set her free.

I seriously try to look at it from 19th century perspective but boy oh boy.

Option #1: Oscar van Rhijn. Is he the worst thing that can happen to a young lady? *remembers what was said about late Mr. van Rhijn* Probably not.

Option #2: whatever her mother planned for her. That one sounds like Gladys is about to be shipped to England and search for a husband with a title. It worked for Cora from DA but a long time ago I’ve read about those American heiress who ended up totally miserable as a result of it so that sounds scary…

Option #3: the boy she mentioned. Archie? I cannot remember the name. Anyway, as Agnes van Rhijn said: ‘sounds dull enough to be respectable.’

I feel for John Adams who lies there imagining quiet life with Oscar and their three corgis while Oscar goes on and on about money and how wonderful Gladys is.

Marian gets on my nerves. Seriously, I get it: she’s strong, fearless, modern woman and all that stuff. But it’s 19th century higher society for Pete’s sake and Marian acts like a time traveler from 21st century. She seems to have no control over her mouth and just says the first thing that comes to her head. In the company of the family it might be sassy and endearing but with strangers she sounds really dumb.

Like how many times can she ask why they don’t include Mrs. Russell? Does she expect that if she asks it a hundred times, they’ll get tired and give up? I really struggle to understand this character.

On paper her lines are clever, in action though… She ain’t one and only dowager countess of Grantham. Sorry not sorry. She’s just too young and her position in society isn’t high enough for her to speak her mind so freely in public.

Ada still creeps me out at times but I felt really sorry for her.

However, it’s one more proof that Agnes sees right though people.

Peggy doesn’t deserve this shit. Period.

I should have seen it coming, right? Yet I didn’t. I was so happy for her and ugh. I hope when she becomes a famous novelist, she’ll write in one of her books something like ‘Dear assholes from The Christian Advocate, screw you!’

‘Do you think we should kneel?’ line aged well.

I naturally disliked Patrick and Anne Morris. They deserved punishment for their actions but daaaamn not like that. I didn’t expect this show to go so far.

How many brain cells does Anne have? Zero?

Somehow Aurora Fane pisses me off even more than Anne.

The boy toy theory… yep I was an idiot.

[caramelcal]

his favorite club

warnings: swearing, arguing, talks of murder, gangs, use of weapons etc. don’t read if you are not comfortable with these! 

word count: 2.5k

a/n: HELLO!!!! WELCOME BACK TO THE NEXT LUKE/BAMBI POST!

thank you so much for all the love anons <3

requests: Anonymous asked:

Could you write a Luke x gang where him and the reader are fighting and maybe his arm goes up and she thinks he’s going to hit her but would never and it’s fluffy in the end?

Anonymous asked:

For the Luke x gang could you write something angsty like maybe he doesn’t come home on time like usual and y/n is really worried idk maybe goes to his place of business and it starts a big fight and the reader gets a bit scared of how mad he is? Idk you can take it in any direction.

Anonymous asked:

Loved the new Luke post. Was wondering if the next part could have some danger concerning the reader? Or maybe she sees the dangerous part of him and it scares her?

The only sound filling the apartment was the sounds of the small girl's shoes hitting off of the floor loudly, and the soft but irritating clicking of the clock that stood on the wall in front of her. It was 8:13 pm. Over an hour later than Luke had said he was going to be.

Bambi knew the dangers of the work that Luke lived in, but he had only ever been once late and even then, she had got a text explaining that he would be. Yet, this time, she never got a text, a call, nothing.

Radio silence.

Her stomach clenched up every time she thought about the possibilities of what could have happened to Luke. She wouldn't consider herself a pessimist, but she can't exactly say that she was expecting the best.

She was sure that if Luke didn't get home soon, the floor would have worn away from the amount of pacing she was doing right now. The clock continued to tick on, each movement from the small circular thing stuck on the wall bringing her more and more anxiety.

He should be home.

Maybe that's why she found herself in one of Luke's cars, somehow managing to sneak past the two members of Luke's gang that she had seen on the way down, and evading Jacob, Luke's personal driver.

In fact, Bambi hadn't driven a car since she moved in with Luke, always being driven around by either Jacob or Luke himself. It felt weird being behind a wheel again, but she didn't have time to dwell on it or soak up in the power she felt inkling into her chest before she was speeding out of the garage, onto the main highway of the city.

If Bambi was being honest, she probably broke about seven driving laws (if there were that many, probably, she thought) on the way to the club that Luke often found himself at. He never brought her there, and actually, forbid her from coming to altogether, but she knew he couldn't be too mad considering it was all about her concern about him.

From the moment she walked in, she felt out of place. Men in dark button-ups, cigarettes falling from their lips, women in minimal and sexy clothing, drinks all around. The red luminous lights of the bar being the only light provided. Her eyes scanned the area, looking for her tall boyfriend but it was really difficult.

A lot of the people in here were very tall, much taller than Bambi was, so trying to see over them was impossible. She was very out of place, alone, scared, and looked far too good to be in such a twisted club.

Somehow, she managed to make her way over to the bar, where she recognized a figure with his back turned towards her, making a cocktail. It was only seconds after when he turned around, dimpled face on display, he almost spilled the drink on him with how fast he stopped upon seeing her.

His eyes whipped around wildly around the club before walking over to her and whispering, "You shouldn't be here! Didn’t Luke forbid you from coming here? You need to leave!"

"Nice to see you too, Ash," Bambi couldn't help the sarcasm falling off of her lips before she asked, "Luke never got home. Is everything ok?"

"Everything's fine, he just got caught up with some paperwork and stuff, he should be back soon,"

"Paperwork?" She asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow at the gang member.

"Well yeah, just updating a file on the drug run today just to say it went well," Ashton shrugged lightly, "he should be done soon."

Even though Ashton shrugged it off well, Bambi knew he was lying. She could feel it in her bones, in her gut, that he was lying and she was determined to find out the truth.

She shrugged lightly, "Well if it's just paperwork then he won't mind me being there."

With that, she stalked away from the bar in search of the backrooms, wasting no time for Ashton to catch up with her as she went on her way. She walked around the back hallways, looking for any indication of Luke's presence.

The rooms were silent. All but one.

"Please! I don't know anything! Stop!" It was a plead filled with both pain and desperation but it was quickly cut off with the sound of a swift but powerful hit.

Her pulse raced, legs shakily making their way towards the room, gently pushing the door open. It was silent, the door, cracking open so that the small girl could see.

Bambi felt sick.

She could see her boyfriend’s blond curls held up in a hair tie she had loaned him earlier this morning, bloody hand reaching up high as he punched the poor boy on the chair again.

“I’ll give you one more chance before I use something more than my hand,” He threatened gruffly, causing Bambi to flinch. Her breath was caught in her throat, eyes welling up in tears. She knew she shouldn’t have been so upset, she knew her boyfriend was a gang member, but something about seeing him doing this to someone with the same hands that caressed her and made her feel safe felt...wrong.

Suddenly, Ashton entered another door that entered into the room that Luke was in, alerting both Luke and Michael, who had been overlooking the situation. Only then did Bambi realize that Luke had picked up an object, it glinting in the light as he moved towards the door that Ashton had entered.

Luke was holding a knife.

A soft gasp escaped Bambi’s lips, thankfully not loud enough for Luke to hear. She didn’t want him near her, not right now anyway. She didn’t even want him to look at her.

“She’s here! You need to stop, Luke!” Bambi took that as her clear to get the hell out of there. If what Ashton said was true, about Luke being mad she was here, she didn’t want him to find her. Not anymore, anyway.

She didn’t want him to get anywhere near him. How could she possibly sleep at night knowing the man that slept beside her, that played with her hair, that made her feel safe, did that to people? What if he got so mad that he did that to her?

She was being irrational, but at that moment she couldn’t help it.

She shuffled backward, away from the door that led to the room Luke was in, choosing to swiftly get away from him now that she could.

Now, she wasn’t scared for Luke, she was scared of Luke.

“Hey kid, where are you goin'?” Calum asked as she crashed into his chest, making her stumble back lightly, mouth ajar.

She went to speak, to come up with some excuse but she didn’t have time. She couldn’t sit here and entertain Calum with a nice, little conversation when she was trying to evade her boyfriend.

That’s why she just turned, maneuvering around her, and started to run.

“Bambi!” The girl became rigid as she heard him shout, becoming increasingly aware that he had caught up to her, and was planning on talking to her. It was almost as if she was frozen in place, unable to move into the car and unable to move towards him, not that she wanted to. However, she could hear him come to a stop behind her, his voice softer as he spoke, trying not to gather any attention towards the couple, “Why are you here? I thought I told you that you weren’t allowed at the club?”

Her mouth ran dry, unable to respond. In fact, she acted as if she never heard him speak, afraid of what he would do if she pissed him off. Yet, her silence was probably the most angering thing to the tall blond boyfriend of hers, which became obvious when he spoke next.

“Bambi? Let me get you out of here, I’ll drive,” He went to grab the car keys out of her hand, but she had seen his shadow when he went to grab them, quickly jerking out of his grasp, turning around, and staring up at him.

She didn’t miss the slight shock in his eyes when she did so, or the irritancy that bubbled deep beneath. Her throat felt thick, clouded, but she quickly cleared it, voice forceful as she stared up at the gang member, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Bambi, what the hell are you talking about? Just let me drive and we can talk about this when we get home lets not cause a scene,” Luke was trying to reason with the girl, not cause a scene in front of his men, but Bambi was not having it. She wasn’t about to get into a car with him, shaking her head wildly, “Bambi.”

His tone was a warning, deep voice, cold tone. It was demanding but Bambi was not in the mood for Luke to boss her about, especially not right now.

“What? You don’t want people to realize that we’re fighting and that I’m your girlfriend, is that it?” The words were flying out of the girl’s mouth before she could stop them and Luke’s blue eyes glared down at her, his jaw ticking.

“Is this really what this is about?” Luke asked, referring to the argument they had gone through all of those weeks ago. Yet, that it isn’t. The problem was that Bambi saw something she wasn’t supposed to, that Luke had tried to shield her from as best as he could. Even if it meant that she wasn’t allowed near his favorite club.

“You nearly killed him, Luke.”

Her voice was painfully quiet, muttering in a way that makes it obvious she had to force the words out. Her fists are clenched at her sides, her eyes looking down to evade the scrutiny of his gaze.

“Bambi you don’t know what you saw-”

“You had a knife, Luke! I saw you punch him just look at your hands right now they’re-” She stopped briefly, glancing down at the man’s hands, the ones that gave her such tender, sweet love. The ones that made her feel safe, yet now? All she seen was all of the blood coating them, some dry some relatively fresh, “they’re covered in his blood.”

Luke flexed his hands slightly, feeling the blood coating them become ever so evident, “What else am I supposed to do? What do you think I’ve been doing all this time? I work in a fucking gang, you knew this.”

“I didn’t think-” The girl cut herself off, shaking her head as tears rose to her eyes, shielding her view.

“What the fuck do you think I do? Hand out fucking rainbow stickers and give them a nice hug? That’s not how this works, you know this,” His voice was harsh, and slowly rising to a loud level, and all Bambi wants is to go and hide away from him; to be by herself. She can’t handle this, not right now.

“How can you expect me to be ok with this?” The girl asked, “It’s sick! It’s twisted! You could have killed that guy!”

“Don’t suddenly go getting morals just because you saw a bit of fucking blood! We’re leaving. Now,” His voice is demanding, loud and borderline shouting, his hand coming down towards her rapidly to grab the car keys off of her but then he froze at the movement from the small girl in front of him.

She flinched.

Silence filled them both.

The tears that tracked down her face started to build in his eyes, his heart dropping to his feet when he saw the girl cower. It was barely for a second when she shielded her head, in the same place he had hit that guy barely five minutes before like he was going to hit her.

He spluttered with his mouth ajar. Bambi, his Bambi, the one he had worked so hard to protect, to love, to cherish, was scared of him. He just wanted to comfort her, to hold her close and let her know that everything was going to be okay. Yet, he couldn’t comfort her that he would battle all her fears when he was what she was scared of.

“Bambi...” It was a sad plead.

The girl never replied, tears becoming thicker as she shook her head. She was overcome with emotions. Afraid, sad, ashamed, angry; she wasn’t entirely sure what she was feeling at that moment.

“Bambi I’d never...”

The girl wouldn’t look him in the eyes. Never in his whole life had Luke felt so ashamed of himself. Ashamed that he would ever let a fragment of his girl believe he would ever harm her or put her in harm’s way.

He would do everything to make sure she was okay.

“I need to go,” The girl gingerly wiped her tears with her -Luke’s- jumper, the large sleeves rolled up but still covering her hands fully. She entered the car and Luke made no move to stop her, he didn’t care that she had taken one of his cars at that moment, he didn’t care that she had disobeyed his orders of coming to the club, he didn’t care about anything other than how he had wronged her.

Then, he was left by himself, in the middle of the club’s back parking lot, blood still coating his hands that even made him feel sick now. The cold night air nipped at his skin, yet again reminding him that he was void of her warmth. He was all alone.

He returned home all of twenty minutes later, a fresh pair of clothes on and hands bare of blood. The house was quiet but he knew that she was there, the bedroom door ever so slightly ajar, a faint light emitting from the room.

He leaned against the door frame, watching her with a sullen face as she packed. She was only packing a few outfits, not anything major as she sniffed lightly. She was still crying, Luke noticed, and it made his heart ache, “I’m leaving for Anna’s. I just need some time.”

Luke knew he was in no position to argue with the girl right now. She was fragile enough as it is, and even if Luke didn’t want her to leave, she needed space and he respected that.

She slung the overnight bag over her shoulder, hefting it up, “I’ve called an Uber. They’re waiting downstairs.”

Luke nodded as Bambi stopped in front of him, and almost hesitantly, he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss against her forehead, “Stay safe, ok? I love you.”

The girl nodded her head, sending the boy a tight-lipped smile before leaving, leaving Luke alone once again. Yet, despite the heartbreak, he felt in that moment as she left, he knew this wasn’t the end. He’d manage to make it up to her, he was sure of it. He wouldn’t rest easy until he did.

[valwentinefics]

I loved your Edward Cullen piece! I feel that that he would have a constant sexual urge brimming underneath and you accurately portrayed it boiling over. May i request another piece on how the MC and Esward met?

A/N: Sorry this took a bit, writers block + still being in school was tough but I managed, even If i’m not all that happy with the result! Prob will do a part 2 sorry the dialogue is awkward. I imagined like a scenario like the cannon universe where edward is into her but also scared of harming her but hes also just a teen boy with his first crush, both Y/n and edward arent sure how to act with it.

Tw: Being scared to walk alone at night?? Idk just put that just in case!! 

The midnight wind blew through Y/n’s hair, a chill running up her spine not just from the cold, but with every set of glowing headlights that passed her by. Y/n was never one to walk around at night, the fear of what may lurk had been pushed upon her since she was a child, and now as she wandered the dim streets her chest felt so tight with fear she wasn’t sure if she could breathe.  Y/n wished she had accepted Dr. Cullens offer of a ride home, but she didn’t want to inconvenience the man and instead lied about taking a taxi. Her and Dr. Cullen had become close over the past few weeks that she had been volunteering at the hospital, hoping to gain experience when she applied to universities to be a doctor. The two were inseparable there, Y/n watching with wide eyes and bated breath whatever the doctor did, and Carlisle carefully walking her through step by step the process of what he was doing. 

She pulled her sweater tighter around her body as she rounded the corner into an alleyway her e/c coloured eyes darting around. She could see her breath as she tried to calm her breathing, but that was proved futile when she stepped on a can, the loud crunch startling a scream out of her. “Get it together Y/n.” She muttered, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, trying to regain composure as she heard distant voices approaching. Her hand, stiff from cold, dug into her pocket, grabbing her keys and sticking them through the paces between her fingers. Feeling a little better, Y/n continued her walk.

Y/n had to admit, despite her terror, the night time in forks was beautiful. The way the streets were illuminated by the passing headlights of cars, and the occasional coloured lights of stores reflected through the puddles that seemed to forever be there in the rainy city had the ability to take her breath away despite how small they were. The awe of the neon painted town distracted her from the silent footsteps coming behind her.

“Y/n?” Spoke a familiar voice. She spun around at the sound of her name, her grip on her keys tightened, only to loosen a bit when she recognized the man in front of her. Edward Cullen. “It’s late, why are you out here alone? You must be cold.” Y/n hadn't talked to the Cullen boy before, or really any Cullen other than Carlisle. At school the Cullen kids seemed like an untouchable group, but seeing him now, soaking wet, she felt as if he wasn't so high above the rest as everyone thought.

“I-I’m fine. Just a little chilly.” She lied, feeling the chill seep past the wet sweater she wore and into her body. The Cullen boy seemed to notice it was a lie, taking off his jacket and placing it over her shoulders in a fluid movement. “But won’t you get--”

“I don’t get cold easily.” Edward cut off her question, “Besides, my car is nearby. It’ll be warm in there.”

“No no it’s fine I’ll just take a cab.” Y/n said quickly, though the feeling of being in a warm car filled her thoughts she didn’t want to inconvenience anyone and much preferred to do things on her own despite her empty wallet disagreeing.

“It’ll be no inconvenience, besides It’ll save you money.” He replied as if he read her mind. Y/n opened her mouth to come up with a reason to not go with him but all that came out was a sneeze.

“See, you’re already catching a cold. Lets go.” Edward put his hand on the small of her back and began to lead Y/n to a Volvo parked on the side of the road. Y/n felt bad for bothering him but she could feel herself getting sicker with every sniffle, and her body was ice cold. She really wished she had initially accepted Dr. Cullen’s offer for a ride, fear dawning on her as she realized she would have to call in sick. If Edward noticed how she was feeling, he didn’t show it, staying silent as he ushered her into the car and passed her a blanket he had stored inside.

The car ride was quiet, the air between the two thick and awkward as they both figured out what to say. Y/n wished she could read minds, know what he was thinking. She hoped he wouldn’t tell Dr.Cullen about the meeting between the two, not wanting to appear like she rejected his car ride for any reason other than her own stupid independence. Y/n was about to say something, a question about how he found the weather, anything to make the ride less awkward, when he pulled up to her house. Quick pleasantries were exchanged between the two and Y/n headed inside, only realizing she had Edwards' coat once he had pulled away.

For the next few days the Cullen's were no shows at school. Y/n had the coat stashed in her locker to give to him, and yet she couldn’t find him. It drove Y/n insane. Every day she would walk into the cafeteria ready to finally get rid of this coat whose presence was weighing heavy on her subconscious, only to face disappointment when he wasn’t there. She knew a jacket wasn’t all that important in the long term, but it smelled so much like Edward’s car and reminded her of him and his stupidly attractive face, Y/n wanted to rid herself of it before her budding crush blossomed into a full blown one. It took a few days for Y/n to muster up the courage to talk to Dr.Cullen about it. Worries filled the back of her mind that he would think her to be stupid or weird, but as the were cleaning up for the night Y/n decided to bite the bullet.

Y/n sprayed the sharp smelling sanitizer on the table, wiping it down with a cloth and repeating on the next, her lips pursed as she thought of how to bring up the situation to the doctor across the room from her, who was busy looking over papers. Luckily the blonde seemed to notice first, standing up from his seat and walking over.

“Y/n, what’s on your mind?” He asked casually yet looking at her with the look of concern only a father could give.

“Well a while ago, when you offered me a ride home because my car was in the shop and I said no and I would take a taxi, I actually decided to walk home because I didn’t want to bother you and then I ran into your son Edward and he gave me a ride home, but then I forgot to give it back to him, so could you?” Y/n asked, her words spilling out of her mouth quickly, glad she could finally get the situation off her chest.

Carlisle chuckled, grabbing a sticky note and writing on it, handing it to Y/n. “I have got to stay late but here’s my address. You can go give him it now or later.” 

Y/n nodded, giddy with the excitement of finally getting away from the burden of having to return the coat. “You’ll be fine here without me?” she asked cautiously before she got too excited.

Carlisle nodded. “Yes, go give my son his coat. And tell him he needs to wear it more often.”

The Cullen’s house was beautiful at night. A mansion buried in the woods, it seemed so serene. Y/n wished she lived there so she could gaze out of the many lit up windows and into the forest. But there was no time for daydreaming about the lush scenery, Y/n was on a mission. She held the grey fabric tightly as she stepped out of the car, nervously approaching the door. She hadn’t heard of anyone going to the Cullen’s house, was she the first from her school? She was nervous as she approached the door, about to knock when the door opened, revealing a small teen with a dark pixie cut. Was it Alexa Cullen? Y/n wasn’t too sure on their names.

“Edward, a cute girl is here for you!” The girl, possibly named Alexa, shouted into the house. “You are here for Edward right?”

“Uh, yeah…” Y/n said awkwardly, looking to the ground and tightening her grasp on the jacket, looking at the pavement that was illuminated by the open door. After a few moments of silence the light disappeared and she looked up, her eyes meeting Edward’s piercing amber ones that seemed to know her deepest secrets.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds at it” the girl chimed, closing the door and locking Edward outside.

“Sorry about my sister Alice, she’s a little…odd” Edward trailed off, looking to the side. Y/n was glad to know the name of the girl before, but also happy to just look at Edward, as creepy as it sounded. He looked perfect as always, hardly a strawberry blonde hair out of place, and those that were just made him look more perfect. Y/n could feel herself falling hard. Ever since the night he helped her out he seemed irresistible.

“It’s fine…” Y/n replied, the two sitting in silence for a while before Y/n remembered her task. “Oh here, I came to bring you your coat. So, uh, yeah..” She pressed the balled up grey coat into his hands. “Carlisle said you need to wear it more.”

Edward let out a chuckle. “I guess I’ll have to…” he stared at the grey fabric as if it would tell him what to say next.

“So I’ll go then?” Y/n said, though it sounded like a question. She didn’t want to bother him more than needed and began so walk away, pausing only when she heard his voice.

“Wait, before you go. Dinner, Friday, at eight? To make up for the effort you put in giving me my jacket back.” Y/n felt butterflies fly through her stomach, wondering if he possibly liked her back.

“Dinner… sounds good…” Y/n blushed with a smile to the ground, waiting for him to go back inside before giddily running back to her car. “I got a date with Edward Cullen!” She sang to herself as she pulled out of the driveway, oblivious to her crush smiling inside the house at her thoughts.

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History of Us Part 3- Introductions

Summary: Once upon a time Todoroki and (y/n) were best friends. Now they haven’t spoken in years. When (y/n) is forced to transfer to UA, will she and Shoto reconnect or will their troubled past keep them apart? A childhood friends to enemies to lovers hybrid fic.

If you don’t want to see History of Us content blacklist #hopelesshou

Masterlist Kofi

You trudge downstairs already dreading meeting new people. Aizawa had assured you your last name would be kept under wraps but it still feels like it’s only a matter of time before everyone figures out who you really are. There’s a reason you dye your hair, your natural coloring is too recognizable and it’s a bitter reminder of a man you actively wish to forget. For years you hated looking in the mirror until you finally convinced your mom to let you dye it. Kirishima had been kind even after finding out but Kirishima is kind to everyone. You seriously doubt everyone is as much of a cinnamon roll as he is, especially if he-who-shall-not-be-named recognizes you and blabs to everyone like the little bitch he is.

As you walk into the lounge area it’s just your luck that you spot him first. It’s like a hit to the chest, physically stopping you in your tracks. Suddenly you’re that sobbing, confused eight year old all over again, just wanting to understand how her best friend in the whole wide world could turn his back on her when she needed him most. Kirishima calling your name snaps you out of it as you roll your eyes and make your way over. If Shoto doesn’t recognize you then fine, you’re not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing it’s upsetting you. You drop onto the couch unceremoniously in the small space between Kirishima and Bakugo, causing the blonde to shoot you a glare and huff as he and Kiri are forced to adjust themselves to make space for you. You give him a satisfied grin once you’re comfortable, which only causes his scowl to deepen more, before suddenly multiple unfamiliar faces are hovering right in your field of vision.

“Have none of you fucking heard of personal space?” you snap instinctively, feeling closed in. They seem unperturbed by your temper, instead a boy with long black hair and a wide toothy grin comments “You really are like Bakugo!” “Don’t compare me to that angry Pomeranian,” you scoff. “Hah!? The fuck you just call me half and half?” Bakugo immediately retorts, crimson eyes glaring you down as his palms spark in warning. “I called you an angry Pomeranian. You deaf or something? That why you fucking yell all the time?” you fire back as black shadows start to curl off your right hand like smoke. “You little-“ Bakugo starts to threaten, looking like he’s seconds away from launching into you and starting a proper fight, but both of you are distracted by the delighted laughter of the others. “I love you already! Name’s Mina Ashido,” the pink girl, Mina apparently, introduces herself. “Glad we’ve finally got someone who can keep Bakugo in check. I’m Kyoka Jiro,” another girl introduces. Your mind whirs as you process more and more new names. Denki Kaminari is the other blonde. The boy with the long black hair is apparently Hanta Sero. All of them introduce themselves with both their first and last names. You will not be following suit. “I’m (y/n),” you reply simply. “No surname?” the eager blonde, Denki you remind yourself, asks with a tilt of his head. The gesture reminds you of an overexcited puppy. “Nope,” is your simple reply. “Why not?” he presses. “Because I said so,” you shoot back, raising one eyebrow. To your surprise he immediately drops the subject and moves on. “So why’d you transfer?” he asks. “Moved too far from my old school,” is your quick reply. “How d’you know Kiri?” “Fatgum’s agency.” “What’s your quirk?” “Jesus Denki it’s not an interrogation. Let the girl breathe,” Sero cuts him off with a laugh, shoving Denki to the side a bit so that Sero becomes front and center in your line of vision. He openly gives you an appraising look from head to toe before saying “Don’t mind him he’s a little nosy. The better question is: are you single?” You can’t help but bark out a startled laugh at the boldness of the question. “Your laugh, while beautiful, is not an answer,” he grins. “God you guys are the worst,” Jiro groans with a roll of her eyes, “you don’t have to answer that.” “Thanks,” you laugh before turning back to Sero to say “but for the record I am single,” with a wink. Your laugh turns into a full on cackle at the way his face goes bright red. “Don’t tell me you can dish it and not take it,” you tease him. “Oh he definitely can’t take it,” Mina giggles before launching into a story to prove her point, much to Sero’s chagrin. A small part of you starts to hope that maybe this year won’t be so bad.

The sound of your laughter draws Shoto’s eyes to you. It’s such a stark contrast between how you’d looked when he last saw you. Guilt crawls up his throat like bile, leaving an acrid taste in his mouth. You’re different from when the two of you were little. Harsher. More acerbic. He’s not entirely surprised but it still saddens him. He wonders if things would’ve been different had he ignored his father’s warnings about you. He wants to ignore his father’s warning now. He wants to march right up to you and apologize for everything, lay himself out bare to prove to you he never wanted to abandon you, but something holds him back. He thinks it might be cowardice. God, how would he even begin to apologize? You were having such a bad time you moved to an entirely different prefecture and he did nothing. Of course you hate him.

Shoto is brought out of his musings by Midoriya nudging him, a questioning look in his green eyes. Midoriya would know how to right the wrongs of the past. Or at the very least would probably be able to give him some ideas. But to fully explain what had happened he’d also have to explain your father and reveal your identity. Judging by the fact your last name wasn’t even given on the list of students Aizawa gave Iida, you must be trying very hard to keep that information confidential. It’s really not his place to share and he’s hurt you quite enough already. Maybe he can talk around it a little bit though. “Midoriya, hypothetically, if you had hurt someone greatly many years ago and now had no idea how to start apologizing. What would you do?” Shoto finally asks after thinking carefully over how to phrase his question. “Hypothetically?” Midoriya asks skeptically. “Yes. Hypothetically,” Todoroki confirms. “Well I guess it depends how bad what I did was,” Midoriya hedges. “It was bad,” Shoto replies immediately, face darkening at the admission. “In this completely hypothetical scenario,” Midoriya replies with a knowing smile. “Yes exactly,” Todoroki says as he clears his throat. “Well I guess I’d start by just doing little things to show I’m sorry until we were both ready to talk and I could apologize properly,” Midoriya offers. Shoto nods thoughtfully as he mulls over Izuku’s words. Small things. He could do small things. “Hey, Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya prompts causing Shoto to return his attention to his friend. “Whatever you did to (y/n), I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as you think. She’ll forgive you eventually,” Midoriya assures him.

A loud boom causes both of them to jump in their seats, eyes seeking out the source only to land on you and Bakugo almost literally at each other’s throats as the two of you tumble over each other, the crowd around you still laughing at whatever had incited the tussle in the first place. Both of you look damn near feral, causing Midoriya to gulp. “Probably,” he amends, “she’ll probably forgive you eventually.” Todoroki nods almost solemnly. You may just kill him before he gets a chance to apologize. That doesn’t mean he can’t at least try though.

A/N: Am I back to daily updates on a fic again?? Maybe??? We’ll see lmao. It was fun to write more of the class and their dynamics but omg there’s so goddamn many students in class 1A idk how Horikoshi keeps up with them all 😩 also M*neta got kicked out for sexual harassment in this version of events, I refuse to write that little nightmare lol

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Five Stages of a Heartbreak 4/5

Category~Angst? Idk you tell me lol

Feel free to reblog my Masterlist babes, also feedback is always welcomed.

Peter Parker Masterlist

~My Boi Petey’s POV~

“Do you think y/n hates me?”

“What?” Liz turned to me with a confused glance. Of course she was confused and the question was random. I didn’t even mean to say it out loud. She stopped collecting the items from her locker and stared into my eyes almost like she was looking for answers, but not to the question I presented.The awkward silence made me shift in place and I almost said nevermind, but then she answered me. “No. I just think she needs time to think things over” she stated looking back at her books. She grabbed her lunch bag and we proceeded to the lunchroom.

I nodded at her answer wondering if I should ask another but decided it was better to stay quiet. We walked over to the lunch table, looking around at the people seated.Y/n wasn’t there,which wasn’t unexpected. She had been avoiding me before the argument and it would only make sense for her to continue after. Liz and I sat in our seats and her friends immediately turned to her talking about something that happened earlier that day. I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss when it was just us four. Me, Ned, Mj and Y/n. When it was just us four we could talk about anything, now I barely understand or don’t care enough to listen to what our table is talking about.I turned back to Liz and tried to focus on the conversation she was having with the rest of the table but even she looked uninterested.

“I totally agree, baby Yoda is too cute” almost immediately me and Ned looked at each other and then back at the blond girl in front of us.Liz’s friend actually watch-

“Wait, you watch The Mandalorian?” Ned asked in shock, and to be completely honest I was shocked too.

“Yeah Grogu is adorable isn’t he-” I chimed in finally excited we could all talk about something as a group

“Who?” she asked, looking between the two of us. Me and Ned looked around the table for help but they all seemed just as confused as she was.

“You know… Grogu Aka baby Yoda” Ned explained in which the girls gave an unsure nod.

“Right. Well we will call him baby Yoda because that's cuter. And no we don’t watch star wars-”

“The Mandalorian-”

“Right,That. We just like baby Yoda, he’s so stinkin 'cute” she explained, making my thoughts wander again. Me and Y/n would binge watch The Mandalorian in my room whenever we were bored or couldn’t sleep. She would also rave about how cute baby Yoda was.In fact i'm pretty sure that's the only reason I got her to watch it with me. I miss her. I miss when we hung out, the way she got my nerdy jokes or even threw in a witty response herself. It's not the same here and it took her ignoring me to figure that out. I sighed looking over to Liz and she didn’t even look like she ate any of her pasta, “Hey babe you okay?” she looked at me giving a small smile, “yeah, um, just not that hungry.” she explained looking back at the pasta. The bell rang and I got up waiting for Liz to join me, “Actually Ezibella is going to walk me,” Liz explained, placing her hand on my arm before walking out the lunchroom.

During the 7th period is when I realized that Liz was acting strange, I mean sure I thought it was weird when she didn’t want me to walk her to her locker but at the same time I thought she just wanted her space. Ned sat next to me chuckling, “Wow,you have three girls avoiding you,that's like an all time record” he explained, face beaming like he had made the joke of the century.I gave him a small glare which whipped the smile off his face, “ sorry I couldn't resist. I mean really Peter you went from a guy who couldn’t talk to girls, to the ladies man to the boy who touched the cheese in that ‘Diary of a Wimpy Kid’ movie.” he started making me sigh and run my hands down my face.I mean he wasn’t wrong. “Can we just focus on the paper?” I asked, trying to fill my mind with the numbers on the sheet instead of all the things that were going wrong around me.

“And then Ned pulled onto the curtain-”

“Can we talk Peter?” Liz asked, interrupting me.

“We are talking,” I said jokingly, adjusting my book bag.

“You know what I mean” she said with sigh.I cleared my throat and nodded for Liz to continue.“I think we should break up”. There it was.It seemed like the world had been lifted off her shoulders, like this wasn’t something she thought about just today.. How long has she been waiting to set herself free? I stopped to look at her but she stared at the bracelet I gave her. Her fingers gliding in and out of the beaded jewelry.

“Why?”

“I just don’t think-” she stopped for a moment as if searching for the right words “ I don’t think we are right for each other.”

“What do you mean we aren’t right for each other? I thought everything was fine. We spent time together, we went out on plenty of dates I just don’t understand” I explained trying to calculate the answer to a problem that clearly wouldn’t be solved, “Am I not giving you enough time?” No that can’t be the reason, I gave her every moment of my free time, “ Do you not like the dates?” It can’t be the dates, I mean I pay and plan everything. Is that the problem? That I’m planning everything. Maybe every Saturday night isn’t enough? I don’t know how much time I can take out of being spiderman “Or, or maybe-”

“Do you like Y/n” silence. The words hung over us for a moment as I tried to comprehend them. Y/n? That's- “Ridiculous. That's ridiculous, I like you, I'm dating you.”

“That didn’t answer my question,” she said, looking at me waiting.

“Of course I like her she’s my friend-“

Liz shook her head and smiled apologize, “you really are fighting this aren’t you”

“Liz I don’t know what you’ve heard or what you’re thinking, but I like you. Y/n hasn’t even talked to me since we got together.”

“At first I didn’t realize it, then I thought I was just being jealous but now.. Now I see it. Now I know, You like her”

“I'm dating you-”

“Yeah, but you wish you were dating her. When you’re not looking at me you’re staring at her. Or if I don’t like something you apologies and explain how she did. You don’t even realize that your life is so intertwined.” She hummed playing with her bracelet once more before taking it off her wrist.“Here me out. You talk to her, if what I say is true then we stay broken up, no hard feelings and I'll still wave at you when we are passing the hallways” she explained with a small chuckle, I let a small smile slip onto my face. She placed the trinket in my hand burying it safely underneath my fingers.I clinched the bracelet holding back the tears that had apparently been building up, “Give this to the girl that you will truly give your whole heart to” she kissed my cheek and walked up her stars before turning back to me, “hopefully I see you tomorrow morning” and then she was gone, but for a moment I saw the pain that I had inflicted once again.

Third Pov (back to we left of hehe)

You looked at the boy dressed in red and blue at your window. You quickly opened the window afraid someone would catch the hero at your window,” Peter what the actual heck” you whispered, pulling him in your room looking around the streets.

There weren’t many people on the streets at all, it was pretty quiet minus the couple that was always eating each other's faces in front of their building each night. You remember the day Peter and you gave them a name and life story seeing how they were always arguing each night but somehow before the sun was able to peek above the horizon the two of them were kissing underneath the moonlight. You closed your window and your curtains before turning back to Peter who still had his mask on. He leaned against your wall staring at you for a moment in silence. “What are you doing here Peter?” You asked coldly. You were finally feeling like you could go a day without making your heart skip a beat when you saw him and here he was bargaining in like he owned the place. “I’m not Peter, I'm spiderman” Peter explained, making his voice deeper and placing his fist on his hips. Any other day his silly spiderman appearances would make you laugh but you were tired. You were tired of pretending everything was okay for the sake of others, especially him. You stared at him with a blank look on your face before he sighed, relaxing his shoulder and putting his hand down. “Look, I just want to talk,'' Peter explained. You couldn’t see his face, the only expression of any feelings he had were shown in his spiderman eyes. You always wondered how they created a suit that copied his eye movements and expressions so carefully

“Whatever, just leave me alone” you pleaded as his previous words ran through your head, “You don’t have enough patience to deal with me… remember.” Your chest throbbed as you repeated his words back to him. You weren’t facing him but by the way he hesitated, he wasn’t expecting you to bring that up.

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run away | extra

RUN AWAY: EXTRA

It is so much easier to get people to hate something than to believe. Part of the Grimoire Series

➴ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader ➴ Rating: R-16 ➴ Word Count: 2.7k ➴ Genre: Twisted Fairytales, Yandere, Smut ➴ Trigger Warning: Graphic murder, Y/N AND SOOBIN ARE DOING THE DIDDLY DO 😭😭😭, Kai is very babie but will also kill u, Taehyun is just bored, Y/N is psychotic part 4

man idk it was just stuck in the brain rip. not much romance in this part other than some kisses and a very detailed :)))) smut scene between Y/N and Soobin, but this is only in Sungho’s POV. Mostly focused on Kai and Tae rather than Soobin and Y/N whoops. Kinda badly written i just wanted to write murder im sorry.

Sungho never thought he’d see the day where he’d sit on a log on the floor on front of a campfire—eyes locked onto his older sister as she walked around in a beautiful pink dress with a smile on her face. But, here he was.

He sighed, spoon digging into the bowl in his hands silently as he chewed on his food. It was in this moment when a boy sat next to him.

“Hey, I’m Hangyeol. I wasn’t able to introduce myself to you last night!” The cheery boy grinned as he waved over to the king. “I’m kind of the oldest kid here right now.”

“Hi,” the king introduced himself softly with a nod. “I’m Sungho. I’m Y/N’s little brother.”

At this, Hangyeol laughed and shook his head.

“No, you’re not.”

Sungho furrowed his eyebrows as he set his bowl down, tilting his head at the boy.

“Yes, I am?”

“Where did you sleep last night?”

Sungho blinked, wondering why the question was important. Immediately, his eyes flew over to the direction of the Lost Boy camp—remembering the hammock he slept in the night before, and where he’ll sleep again tonight.

“Hammocks? Yeah, you’re not her brother.” Hangyeol snorted, patting Sungho’s back. “it’s okay, though! We’re lost boys, Soobin and Y/N-ie is there not to take care of us, but to lead us to our best selves—our free selves.”

“Wait, wait,” Sungho shook his head, turning to the older boy. “What does the hammocks have to do with whether I’m Y/N’s brother or not?”

Before Hangyeol can reply, a boy with wide eyes and a bright grin plopped down next to them. He wore a thin white shirt that was almost loose on his frame, his blonde hair tousled as if he was somewhere windy—perfect, clean and completely different from the lost boys who almost seemed as if they wore rags.

“Oh, hi Tae.” Hangyeol greeted. “Where were you?”

“I had a race with Kai.” the boy, Tae, snorted as he raised a cup to his lips. “As usual, I was faster.”

“No, you weren’t!” came a loud voice.

Sungho jumped as another body plopped down next to Tae. This time, it was a tall boy with dark brown hair and chubby cheeks. His lips were in a small pout as he clutched a chicken leg in his hands. He wore a fluffy blue sweater that was perfectly clean and spotless—which was also a stark difference from the lost boys’ dirty, patched, dark-colored clothes.

“If I didn’t trip over that rock you put in the middle of the field, I would have won.”

“This is Taehyun and Kai,” Hyangyeol introduced. “Guys, this is Sungho. I’ll leave you guys be.”

As the older left, Taehyun’s gaze flew over to the boy with raised eyebrows, eyes raking him up and down apprehensively.

“So, you’re Sungho?” Taehyun asked slowly, as Hueningkai tilted his head.

“Ah, we were told this morning you were here.” Kai nodded.

Sungho furrowed his eyebrows.

“I didn’t see you two yesterday at the hammocks, though.” Sungho explained, making Taehyun laugh.

“Well, we don’t live there.”

Sungho furrowed his eyebrows, but before he can respond, Y/N arrived—hands on both Kai and Taehyun’s shoulders.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Y/N greeted placing a soft kiss on the crown of Hueningkai’s head. “Where have you two been?”

Kai’s eyes sparkled as he turned over to the girl, almost shaking in excitement as he gasped.

“Tae taught me how to fly today!”

“He barely floated.” Taehyun snorted.

Sungho saw his sister’s eyes light up in curiosity as he reached out to the other boy and running her hands affectionately through his hair.

“That’s still progress, Kai. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart!” Y/N cheered before her eyes fell on Taehyun. “Your hair’s not red anymore. You’re blonde.”

“Do you like it?” Taehyun asked, a smile on his face as he gasped excitedly. “Soobin-hyung helped me with it earlier!”

“I love it, you look really good.” Y/N chuckled as she leaned down to fix his hair properly. “My little prince.”

“You two can fly by yourselves?” Sungho gasped in surprise as he regarded the two teens and his sister. “When can I learn how to fly by myself, sis?”

Y/N’s eyes danced with amusement as he turned to Sungho.

“You… want to fly by yourself?” Hueningkai asked, eyes turning confused as he turned to Taehyun. “He’s not allowed to do magic, though?”

Y/N’s lips tilted to a grin as Soobin approached them.

“Did you see my gifts to you two?” Soobin asked the two as he came, ruffling both of their hairs. “I got them earlier.”

“No, we have gifts? Where?” Kai asked.

“I left it on your beds.” Y/N explained.

“Bed?” Sungho asked his sister. “How come they get a bed? I have to sleep in a hammock.”

“Well, they’re my—“

“I’m your little brother!” Sungho complained, making Taehyun turn to him with an irritated sigh.

“No, you’re not.”

Sungho turned over to him with a glare.

“Yes, I am. You aren’t!”

At Sungho’s raised voice, Kai looked shocked. Taehyun only pursed his lips as he gave Sungho a once-over before turning to Y/N with a sigh.

“Kai, Tae,” Y/N said, a forced smile on her lips. “Maybe we should get back to the house, okay?”

“House?” Sungho asked incredulously. “You guys have a house?”

“Sungho,” Y/N sighed as she turned to the young king with an annoyed tone. “Drop it.”

Sungho watched as she whispered to the two boys, who looked at each other with bright smiles before excitedly running towards the forest hand-in-hand. Then, his sister gave him one last annoyed glance before turning her back to him, following the two young boys into the forest. It was only then when Sungho noticed the tall boy—Soobin, Peter Pan, whoever he was—smirk and pat his back.

“In here, you aren’t her brother—that would be Taehyun and Kai. They’re the princes of this island, and we’re the king and queen. Your status means nothing here.” Soobin instructed. “A little tip to help you, since you really don’t want to see her angry: don’t be rude to Taehyun or Kai at all. She doesn’t like that.”

“Who are they?” Sungho asked angrily, turning to his sister’s husband. “I’m her brother—I’m her only brother! Me and Junseo!”

Soobin tilted his head, mirth in his eyes as he stood up, crossing his arms with a smirk.

“Not anymore.”

Before he can reply, Soobin flicked his wrist and the campfire died suddenly. The tall boy turned back to the lost boys, calling out.

“Go to your hammocks. Call it a night.”

Sungho frowned as Soobin patted his shoulder.

“Get some rest.”

The young king glared at the tall boy’s back as he walked in the direction where his sister and the two boys disappeared.

That same night, Sungho found himself walking the path where his sister, Soobin and the two boys went to. He couldn’t believe his eyes when the muddy path he was walking turned into concrete, beautiful patterns etched onto the path and lights draped on the trees leading up to a gigantic white house.

The area in front was littered with purple and pink pansies, and he can see the door into the house slightly ajar. Sungho made his way in, mouth dropping open at the marble steps leading up to the many levels above. To his left, he can see a big kitchen area—fruits and pastries set in a basket, plates and utensils neatly stacked in a shelf.

Sungho made his way up, furrowing his eyebrows at the portrait hung at the top of the stairs. It was a portrait of his sister and Soobin, with the two boys from earlier—only Tae had red hair and Kai had longer hair. Sungho frowned as he saw expensive looking decor on the table in front of it.

He made his way down the hallway, fingers brushing books from shelves lining the corridors. he finally ended up in front of a door that’s slightly open. 

He peeked in to see Y/N’s shaking figure on the bed, supporting herself on her hands and knees as Soobin’s tall figure loomed over her, a hand covering her breast and the other pulling on her hair. His head was head buried on her neck as his hips moved against hers, the headboard slamming against the wall rapidly as Y/N cries started to get louder and louder—sobs falling from her lips.

“Soobin, keep going, fuck.” Y/N groaned. “Fucking ruin me, please. God.”

Soobin suddenly stopped his thrusts and lifted his head from Y/N’s neck, smirking as he turned his head over to the door with raised eyebrows. Y/N whimpered as she clutched the sheets underneath her tighter, pleading falling out of her mouth as she begged Soobin to continue.

Sungho gasped silently as he pressed his back against the wall next to the door—hiding himself out of plain view. Sweat pooled on his forehead as he waited. He was expecting Soobin to call him out for walking into their house without permission and walking in while the elder was being intimate with his sister.

However, he only heard soft shuffles as Soobin’s husky voice spoke up.

“Get on top of me, princess.”

Sungho almost gagged when he heard his sister whimper once more just a few seconds later, the bed’s headboard hitting the wall again. At this, Sungho declared himself in the clear and padded back down the stairs—going towards another hallway opposite the kitchen.

He saw another door, silently pushing it open to see two large beds and two forms sleeping peacefully on them.

On one bed was a sleeping figure—Tae, the blonde he met earlier. The one his sister called “little prince.” On the desk next to the boy was a thick novel and a half-eaten bar of milk chocolate. There was also a box of twin daggers with patterned hilts made of gold and silver, a note reading “from Binnie and Y/N-ie” stuck to the package.

With a frown on his face, Sungho’s eyes trailed over to the other sleeping boy in the other bed. This time, it was the other boy—Kai. The boy wore a loose white shirt, hands clutching a soft pillow tightly in his arms.The boy’s table laid a beautiful crossbow with patterns engraved on the wood—a tag still tied to the item with a ribbon, reading “from Binnie and Y/N-ie” on it.

Sungho scoffed as he turned back to the giant door connected to the room—entering a big room full of a variety of clothes and shoes, even more than what he had at home—and he was a king. The items were designed with various different styles and colors, the room divided into sections labelled “Tyunie” and “Ningie.” Sungho made his way further into the room, finding his way onto a big shelf of weapons—knives, arrows, swords, and axes. Sungho frowned, his hands closing in on a dagger—beautifully made with a wooden hilt, engraved with “Kai” on the blade.  He pulled it out of the container, feet making his way back to the two boys sleeping on the beds.

Sungho padded his way over to Taehyun—the little prince and held the dagger over the blonde’s chest. The king pursed his lips angrily, glaring at the young boy’s peaceful face.

Him and this other kid, Kai—they’re the reason why his sister would barely acknowledge him now. “Little princes”—they’re frauds with no title. They aren’t princes at all. Yet his sister, who he hasn’t seen in two years, still chose these strangers over him. It was ridiculous. They had to go.

With red in his gaze, Sungho lifted his hands up—clutch tight on the dagger as he prepared to stab the blonde. However, his eyes flicked over to the blonde boy’s face at the last minute, shocked to see his amused eyes set on him.

Sungho gasped, body stumbling back as he dropped the dagger. Taehyun only reached his hand out, hands catching the dagger and flipping it in his hands expertly.

“What are you doing?” an angry voice asked, making him turn to see Kai sitting up on his bed—sharp eyes trained on Sungho’s form on the floor. “Why do you have my dagger? You’re going to hurt Tae, aren’t you?”

Sungho opened his mouth to try to explain, but nothing came out due to nervousness as Kai pushed his blanket off of him and pulled himself out of bed.

“You were, were you?” Kai asked. “You’re so ungrateful. Y/N and Soobin brought you here to be free, to never grow up—but you try to destroy our family?”

“I-I’m her real brother.” Sungho managed to respod under Kai’s angry glare. “You’re nothing to her—you’re not bound by blood.”

“How stupid of you to say that, especially in our house.” Taehyun drawled lazily, sitting up and propping his head in his palm. “We’re her brothers.”

“And you tried to hurt Tae, my best friend, my brother.” Kai said angrily. “I can’t forgive that.”

Immediately, Sungho felt his body freeze—his limbs stuck in place and he couldn’t move. Tae only flipped the dagger in his hands, nonchalantly hilding it up and offering the hilt to Hueningkai, who snatched the dagger from his hands.

“Can you do it?” Tae asked lazily, yawning—as if waiting for it to finish so he can collapse back to bed.

“I can.” Hueningkai said angrily.

“Then do it.”

Hueningkai didn’t answer or move, only glowering at Sungho.

Sungho didn’t know what to do, or what they were talking about exactly. However, Hueningkai’s grip on the dagger made him nervous. He didn’t know what to plead for.

“I don’t tolerate people trying to hurt my family.” Hueningkai said gruffly. “They’re the only thing that matters.”

The door opened, showing Y/N decked in a loose white shirt and a shirtless Soobin entering with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, what’s happening?” Soobin asked, hands encircling Y/N’s waist, chin resting on her shoulder as he allowed his amused eyes to fall onto Sungho. “You’re still here?”

“He’s about to go.” Hueningkai said angrily before his hands lifted up, swiping a clean, deep line on Sunghoon’s neck.

Sunghoon’s eyes widened as he choked on blood, eyes darting over to Taehyun who yawned and climbed out of his bed—whining about bloodstains on his sheets. Kai only scoffed, setting the dagger on his bedside table, padding over to Y/N’s open arms. Y/N and Soobin had proud smiles on their faces as Hueningkai grinned at them.

“Did you know he was going to come?”

“No, but I knew he came here,” Soobin snorted. “I knew you could handle it.”

“I’ll make some food, then, since we’re all awake. Tae, Kai, can you guys boil some water?” Y/N hummed, pulling the door open as Taehyun and Kai left the room to do as they were told—followed by Soobin who kissed Y/N’s neck happily before he left. “I’ll be right out.”

Sungho laid on the floor, choking and dying slowly as Y/N walked over to him.

“Well,” Y/N sighed, tracing the slit on his throat. “this is interesting. I thought you’d last longer.”

Sungho tried his hardest to reply, but his vision was turning dark.

“You should’ve known your entitled attitude won’t pass here, you’re not the prince here—Soobin already told you it’s Kai and Tae’s turf here. Still, you didn’t listen.” Y/N shrugged. “So, I guess you got just what was coming for you.”

Y/N stood back up, waving her hand and Sungho found himself on Taehyun’s bed.

“There’s the bed you were so desperate for. Try to die faster, though. Taehyun gets cranky when he doesn’t get enough sleep.” Y/N snorted as she checked the clock. “We still have to clean the bed up after you die. Thank God for magic, I guess.”

Tears pooled in his eyes as Sungho felt his body start to fail on him.

“Thanks for helping us train Kai. He was so scared to kill people back then, but he did it so easily now. I’m really proud of him. ” Y/N said with a lilting tone, a smirk in her face as she turned and closed the door. “Sweet dreams, Sungho. I have to go to my husband and my brothers.”

Sungho closed his eyes, and the king was no more.