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sparklingichigo · 4 years ago

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Drama Intensifies

Part 9

Okay, back to Solomon and Ichigo. So far so good nothing is happening between them just sleeping soundly until the bolster falls. Oh wow, Solomon and Michael did jinx this. But before that let's get back to where they got back.

Ichigo: Oh boi that's a ride!

Solomon: Yeah!

Barbatos: I'm glad you two return safely^^ Did you get any help?

Ichigo: Well grandpa did say he'll come here to search for me since he can read the future and everything.... so yea...

Barbatos: There are two possibilites. Him appearing in time or appearing too late. Let's all hope he appears in time.

Suddenly all three of them see a suspicious figure behind them. There's also the holy sword coming from the sky. Both Solomon and Ichigo are shocked by this until they see Michael coming into the halls of the castle.

Ichigo: Michael?!

Michael: Hello to you too, Ichigo.

Barbatos: It's very nice to meet you again, Michael. What brings you to the castle?

Michael: I've seen something really horrifying from the dark realm. It seems to be the person I just stabbed was a decoy. They're disguising as Reika in order to kill you two.

Solomon: Kill us? Why would they kill us?

Michael: I've been informed by the grim reaper himself that she has this desire to kill Ichigo but turns out the shadow king wants you dead as well, Solomon. Based on what I heard, they seem to be trying to get rid of you, Solomon, and Haruka since all three of you are the keys to their loss.

Ichigo: I see...

Solomon: Then what do you suggest we do?

Michael: Stay in Celestial Realm. Until everything is cleared or at least until Simeon and Haruka return.

Solomon: Didn't I get banned for 3 months?

Michael: And it's already four months, Solomon.

Solomon: oh...

Barbatos: I also saw the future and the reality in which you stayed in devildom will cause your death so I suggest you go to the celestial realm with Michael. I let the house of lamentation know that you two are gone and they must not tell a soul.

The two nod and off they go to the celestial realm. Now here they are sharing a room and bed that night. Unconsciously dropping the bolster and end up cuddling together.

Solomon: [blinks awake] o-o

Ichigo: [sleeping soundly]

Solomon: [chuckles slightly] I never notice you actually look adorable asleep like this. It's nice to finally see you looking peaceful like this [fix her bangs that's falling to her face]

Solomon suddenly feels his heart beating quite fast due to such a view. Sure he's not loyal in the first place but he's in an open relationship with Asmo so he's sure Asmo would let him court Ichigo but will Beel let him? Just as he's thinking he hears Ichigo muttering some words of magic in her sleep.

Ichigo: O drakon, e male so ftengometta tesd'hup'anankes! (Dragon summoning magic)

Solomon: Heh, as if the dragon will appear. Now I know why Beel likes you a lot, Ichigo [pats her]. Never thought I of all being would fall for your charms. Oh well, sweet dreams^^

The next morning, Ichigo feels something wet is hitting her and when she did wake up, she finds Solomon drenched in holy water and there's Luke and Michael praying for him.

Ichigo: What's happening....?

Luke: He tried to touch you this morning!

Ichigo: Ew! WTF!!

Solomon: No I didn't!

Michael: Lying to an angel, how bold of you [shows footage he gets from Solomon's memory of him trying to kiss Ichigo at 3 am]

Ichigo: Damn, Solomon! I get it you're horny but don't use me like that!

Ichigo: [accidentally gets shot and feels burning in her skin] Ouch-

Luke: ...

Michael: Luke! She has demon blood! Spraying her with holy water would just kill her!

Luke: ;-; aaa I'm sorry! I don't mean to! I meant to shot it at Solomon's wandering hands!

Michael: [sigh] I guess you'll be sleeping on Luke's room for the next night.

Luke: [nods] It'll be safer with me! Not with this suspicious human! >:(

Solomon: Hey! [offended noises]

Ichigo: Stay away from me you perverted sorcerer! [moves away and goes behind the angels]

Yes, Solomon, she's a loyal person. She prefers Beel anyway, so no. Please don't court her. Anyways back to Haruka's world, here she is eating breakfast with her family and Simeon.

King: Hmm...Cyrstalia, I think we should find you a partner soon. I'm getting old and not anyone can inherit the throne. Perhaps a prince or someone from a noble family.

Haruka: [laughs nervously] I'm not interested in dating anyone though... I can rule the kingdom on my own and even if I want to marry someone must this person be from a noble family?

King: Of course! You're a royal, aren't you?

Queen: My dear, stop that! She can choose who she loves to be with her. Besides she's the one ruling the kingdom not the other way around!

Queen: Crystalia, my dear, just find someone that you truly love, okay? I don't want you to suffer and be with someone that you don't love.

Haruka: Of course, mother.

Well I know what you're thinking. Simeon is her boyfriend why doesn't he have a say in this? I mean they're royals and her father is really protective so exposing your identity would be really dangerous.

King: Hmm, how about Cloud? You used to be close to him, aren't you?

Haruka: I don't feel any romantic feelings for him though... besides, I already have one person in mind.

King: Really? Is he around?

Haruka: I'll tell you when I'm ready, father...

King: Alright.

Now back to these two, this chaotic duo. The two of them end up eating breakfast with Michael and Luke in such an awkward situation. Ichigo ends up sitting beside Luke out of awkwardness and that means Solomon needs to sit beside Michael. Poor guy....

Solomon, internally: Okay that night was a mistake. A horrible one plus I ain't dying because of the twins and Asmo coming after me that's just insane.

Just as he mentioned twins, he heard the door knock and speak of the devil, it's Beel!

Solomon: Beel?!

Michael: ?? Beelzebub, what brings you here?

Beel: Oh well... Angel Uriel gave me access and Barbatos told me that she's-

Before he can even finish his words, Ichigo went straight in and hugs the heck out of him.

Beel: It's nice to see you too, Sugar^^

Ichigo: Honeybear!! ;-; I miss you a lot!

Beel: As I was saying, Barbatos told me that she's here so I came along...

Solomon: .... that'd just expose her locations-

Beel: Ah, don't worry^^ Barbatos just tell them that I'm somewhere in the human world for a mission. They also told me that Reika is coming to kill you guys...

Solomon: One of the reasons why we're here.

Michael: Correct, Celestial Realm can only be accessed with demons if he has an invitation considering Uriel gave you one that means you can stay for a while. Either than that, you'll be considered an intruder and be thrown back to Devildom, or probably Hell who knows, it depends on Angel Rhamiel since he's the one in charge of that. But do come in Beel, we have plenty of food for you^^

Beel: What a coincidence! I'm actually a little hungry! Come on, sugar^^

Ichigo: Eum, okay!

The breakfast proceeds with Beel this time sitting beside Ichigo and Luke moving so Beel and Ichigo can sit next to each other. Their lovey-dovey-ness makes Solomon more guilty because he technically almost ruined such a beautiful and healthy relationship.

Michael: Feeling guilty now, I see...

Solomon: What...?

Beel: Oh? Did he do something?

Michael: It's nothing^^ It'd be such a disgrace if I expose him in front of a guest. Anyways, have you heard the news about Shadow King trying to take over all 3 realms?

Beel: I did, Levi is preparing the navies from the ocean to help us. It might turn into a big tsunami and all. I'll be also helping since I have lots of underlings and all. Well all seven of us do have each of our underlings for this since we're technically the 7 lords of hell.

Michael: True, I suppose they're against the union of all 3 realms considering they're attacking Celestial realm as well.

Beel: Shadow King has always been enemies with Diavolo so no wonder he's gonna destroy his plan.

And so, Michael and Beel end up discussing what they'll do as Luke, Solomon, and Ichigo just eat confusedly because it's army stuff they have no idea off. Okay, maybe Solomon understands what's going on but he's a human so the angel and demon system is a bit confusing for him.

Beel: Speaking of which, is there a room I can sleep in?

Michael: Hmm perhaps Ichigo's room and I'll move Solomon to Luke's room?

Luke: Why can't she just sleep in my room?

Beel and Solomon: No!

Ichigo: ....??

Michael: [sigh] Perhaps that's a good idea. Ichigo, you'll be moving to Luke's room.

Ichigo: That's great! Right, Luke?

Luke: Yeah! Sucks to be you two! [laughs]

That was it, Ichigo ends up in Luke's room which is also Simeon's room so she's technically using Simeon's bed or vice versa while Beel ends up in Solomon's room. But we'll return to that soon, for now, let them rest peacefully^^

#obey me fanfiction #roleplaybased #mymc #obey me solomon #obey me beelzebub #obey me luke #hahaeveryoneisasimpforichigo

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strawberrysoup · 5 years ago

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Let’s Review || Chapter 19

Peter Parker knew that his big sister would do anything for him to be safe and happy. She’d given up everything for him twice over already and would do it again in a heartbeat. And that’s why, when the criminal mastermind Tony Stark started inextricably following him around, he didn’t say a word. Because he knew without a doubt Penny would do whatever she had to if it meant keeping Peter safe. He had to protect her, just like she always protected him. He never considered what would happen if Stark decided both Parker siblings were worth taking. Never considered who else in Stark’s inner circle would agree. He just wanted to protect her and yet somehow, they both ended up with needles in their necks.

relationship: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character/Bucky Barnes, background Peter Parker/Tony Stark rating: Explicit warnings: Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Dark Tony Stark, Dark Avengers, kidnapping, non-consensual&dark sexual situations, underage Peter Parker, emotional and psychological abuse, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat more warnings: i’m going to start including detailed warnings to the very ends of chapters in order to avoid ruining the shock factor in chapters while still being mindful of potential individual triggers. open the read more, CTRL + F and search “content warnings” to skip to the extra tags if you so choose.

Penny did not, in fact, stop earning extra swats at all and by day 3 had stopped sitting on her butt entirely, much to the quiet amusement of the soldiers. Steve had ordered more silk shorts and a pair of joggers that were soft enough she could wear them without too much pain. She was petulant and precious and far too tired to be as angry as they knew she wanted to be. He and Bucky had rotated taking days off since the incident, doing their best to try to engage with her.

Some of the things they'd learned were as follows:

1. Penny's father had died when she was very young and she didn't remember him. He'd been Israeli, Jewish, and had lots of family Penny had never met. Peter's father was who she meant if she said 'my dad', a man from Queens who'd married her mother and loved Penny like she was his own (she missed her parents awfully, at all times and got tearful while talking about them).

2. Penny called herself stupid and dumb and an idiot on a regular basis and truly believed that Peter had gotten every IQ point her mother had to offer; it was a bad habit and bothered both of the soldiers—she was so smart and they regularly had difficulty keeping up with her intellect, her thought process was just very different from most people's.

3. Penny liked watching TV and movies and anything that had come out since her uncle Ben died was new and exciting. She would let them hold her for hours while they watched movies and talked through all of them with a witty and precious commentary. She didn't care for movies that made her cry.

4. Penny hated reading. Steve was pretty sure it was because it was difficult for her and wondered if she had the disability that flipped letters around but couldn't ask lest she got upset. If there was something that needed to be read in a movie or show, the soldiers had taken to reading it out loud immediately and unprompted.

5. Penny desperately enjoyed and craved skin contact, to a point where Steve and Bucky were wearing less and less clothing because Penny would come to them when they weren't wearing shirts. She would ask to watch movies or TV because it was an excuse to lay on them with her cheek against their skin. Her tiny shorts were a constant but she'd shifted to wearing tank tops instead of long sleeves shirts and the soldiers liked it.

They'd thought from the beginning that skin contact could be their ticket in, Penny preened under careful touches even if she tried to hide it but it became more and more clear as the days went on. The daily spankings made her incredibly sensitive, mentally, and the extra contact seemed to be a coping mechanism. On the first day she'd tried to curb the desire with the kittens, carrying them around as much as possible but it quickly became clear it wasn't quite the same. While the little short-legged kitten had come to basically live in the spot between and directly above Penny's boobs, the orange one with impossibly chubby cheeks was more distant and preferred to simply be in the same room with people rather than held and touched (Bucky adored both kittens but the fucking tiny legs killed him, he loved it so goddamn much). But kittens were not a good replacement for a very warm super-soldier.

Steve had gone for broke the night before, sleeping in a pair of briefs instead of joggers and a beater. Penny had stayed firmly on his chest the entire night while Bucky, wearing boxers and a t-shirt, had been left with just a single cuddly kitten tucked up under his chin. The brunet had gotten up early for work, scowling jealously at the way Penny cuddled against their lover so sweetly; he almost told JARVIS to call in for him, he could've shucked his shirt and joined the pile of warm sleepy bodies. Tony was still not entirely pleased with them though (especially once Steve had dropped their plan to head into the Rockies for a few months) so it was better to head into the office. He kissed Steve soundly and pressed his lips gently to the back of Penny's head before heading out, depositing the kitten in his hands onto the cat tree in the living room on his way.

Steve laid awake in bed for another two hours, savoring the way Penny felt against him. Their babydoll was small and precious and fit so well against him. Her legs splayed wide over the smallest part of his waist, her head cushioned against his chest. She'd been sleeping or laying on them in similar positions since the first spanking (she'd even let Bucky carry her around after her spanking the day before, as long as his hands stayed far away from her ass). He could feel her slowly starting to wake up and ran his hands up and down her back under her tank top.

He wasn't expecting the way she started to tremble, or the tears spilling down onto his chest. She didn't make any noise but her breaths came in little hiccups, her head tilting further down as she tried to curl into herself.

"Baby? Penny doll, what's wrong?" He sat up, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist and enough of an angle to his torso that her weight wouldn't press her down to sit on her ass.

She said something, but it was disrupted by hiccups and a small sob and Steve's heart broke just a little when he couldn't understand. When Penny spoke in Hebrew it was usually on accident, she was either too distressed or too scared to notice she wasn't speaking English. Steve's ears perked at the sound of bells, eyes going to the door of their bedroom where both kittens were trotting into the room. The short-legged kitten often appeared whenever Penny cried and the orange one followed but stayed near the door. It was far too small to jump onto the bed so Steve dangled an arm over the edge until he felt fur brush his fingertips, scooping the kitten up and depositing it between his and Penny's chests. The little thing purred like a motorboat, tucking into Penny's shirt and between her boobs where it generally spent most of its time.

"Shhh, baby, it's okay," Steve brushed his lips against her temple and her cheek, continuing to run his hands under her shirt, "can you tell me why you're upset?"

The sounds she made were borderline heartbreaking and he figured for a minute she wasn't actually capable of answering until she spoke haltingly between hiccups, "it hurts, it h-hurts, s-so much."

Penny's ass was already shades of blue and purple, even if Steve was sure Bucky had gone easy on her the evening before. The little smacks she earned in between spankings only served to ignite the burn.

"Oh, doll," Steve cooed, his expression pulled tight and his chest feeling even tighter; he hated the distress she was in, the pain, "hold on, I've got the arnica right here."

She whined when he moved her legs and slipped off her shorts, leaving her naked from the waist down, and grabbed the tube from the bedside table. They had hidden several of them throughout the apartment so they'd be handy at all times. In general, Penny appreciated the relief it provided but the application made her cry even harder, even as Steve used the gentlest touches he could. Her ass was still hot to the touch and would be for days and days.

"All done baby, I'm all done," he'd applied the cream as thickly as possible, a visible layer on her bruises, "let's leave your shorts off, okay? You don't need them."

Personally, he'd like for her to walk around naked at all times, he liked seeing her little pussy peeking out, but it really would feel best for Penny not to have anything on her ass. She was still crying, not quite as hard but he could still feel the tears against his skin.

"Okay baby, okay," he murmured, lips returning to her temple, "we're gonna skip your spanking today, alright? We can't tell Bucky or he'll make me, so you have to pretend I did understand?"

Penny nodded tearfully against his chest, "thank you, thank you, thank—"

"Shhh, it's okay baby, it's okay."

Steve spent the entire day with Penny in his arms, carrying her carefully from room to room or laying on his chest on the couch or in the bed. The pillow on her chair in the dining room (her Princess Pillow, a term Penny did not like and had led to her refusing to use it for meal times—but only until dinner on the first night, after two spankings had left her very uncomfortable) went unused just because she never actually sat on her own, instead rested on Steve's hip while they both ate over the sink.

He honestly hadn't intended for anything sexual when he forewent her shorts that morning and he knew Penny didn't have any salacious goals either. It happened purely on accident while they lounged on the couch watching an action movie, Penny enjoying the way Steve could pick apart the movie's shortcomings. She'd sat up for some reason and her pussy had ground against his abs causing her entire body to still, an aborted noise escaping her lips as her clit hit a ridge just perfectly. Steve's hands found her hips quickly and he kept her from lifting up, gently stroking her bare skin.

"Hey, hey, you're alright," he murmured softly, hoping not to trigger an escape attempt, "that felt good, didn't it babydoll? Here, do it again, lemme help."

He used his hold to manipulate her hips, rolling her cunt over the bumps of his abs again, twisting her slightly at the end to really grind her clit. She moaned, breaths coming just slightly faster as he continued to move her hips in the same pattern, carefully holding her to prevent her ass from brushing anything that would cause pain.

"That's good doll, that's so good," he praised, feeling her thighs clench ever so slightly as she started to work herself against him, "good girl, Penny, chase it. Make yourself feel good baby."

Her wetness spread over his abs, aiding the slide of her cunt against his skin. She even canted her hips the way he'd manipulated her, the twist at the end dragging her clit against the ridges of his abs in a way that made her pant. Her lower lip found its way between her teeth and Steve did his best not to moan at the sight; she was working herself over beautifully above him. Her pussy was so slick he imagined he could feel her arousal dripping down his abs and rolling over his skin onto the couch. She rocked hard, hands coming to rest on his chest for leverage and he could see how close she was and the exact second she started to get frustrated. A whiney moan escaped her, the twist of her hips more pronounced as she tried and failed to bring herself off.

"I—I can't, " she whined, thighs clenching tighter, "I can't—"

"Shh precious, come here, let me help you," he lifted her easily by the waist, pulling her up until her pussy hovered just over his mouth, arms coming around her thighs to hold her tightly, "I'll fix it, baby, I'll make you cum."

His mouth sealed over her clit in and she yelped just before a long moan escaped her lips. Steve was good at eating pussy and enjoyed it deeply, the taste of her filling his mouth and coating his tongue. She was musky and tangy and he decided he could eat her out for hours if she'd let him. Her pussy clenched as he swirled his tongue inside of her, her thighs twitching as his nose bumped her clit. He waited until he could hear her begging for release before refocusing on her clit, the sensitive little button all but throbbing under his tongue as he began a truly exquisite onslaught.

"Oh.. Ohhhh, I—oh no, oh no," he smirked against her cunt as she seemed to realize she was about to cum all over his face, her cheeks lighting up red at the thought and her thighs attempting to gain enough strength to lift herself up.

Steve tightened his arms around her thighs and held her firmly, pussy sealed against his mouth with no room for squirming. Her lower body began desperately twitching as her orgasm built. He focused his tongue on her clit, working happily as she got louder and louder, her hips desperately rocking in his hold. The noise she made when she came nearly made his pop off in his briefs, loud and pitched and desperate. It tapered into breathy pants and whines and he stopped just before she became too sensitive for comfort, tongue lapping up into her cunt. Her cum was the same earthy flavor as her arousal and he cleaned her until she started to squirm.

Her face was so endearingly red when he resituated her on his abs, directly onto the wet spot her pussy had made on his skin. She couldn't meet his eyes and he smiled, stroking his hands over her thighs gently.

"Lay down baby, the movies not finished yet," he told her softly, pulling her down to rest against his chest again with her head on his peck and she stayed that way for the next two hours, until Bucky for home.

Bucky's eyebrow had gone up when he walked in after work, the first thing he saw being Penny's bare ass and pussy from between her splayed legs where she lay over Steve's chest on the couch once again. The blond had signed 'don't ask-don't ask-don't ask' quickly before Bucky could even open his mouth, instead choosing to walk over and kiss both of them before heading into the bedroom to change. Well, mostly he just undressed down to his briefs and called it a day, obviously clothing was optional if not frowned upon in their apartment at the moment. His day had been relatively easy, the interrogation he'd done had gone by fast and after that it was just paperwork. Tony's companies, both legal and illegal, had a whole slew of enemies. Steve was good at finding them and Bucky was good at retrieving information from them.

"Remember what we talked about precious," Steve murmured to her as Bucky walked back into the room, the blond's eyes finding his with a careful expression on his face, "be a good girl, be sweet."

A squeaky meow interrupted his thoughts and Bucky reached down to scoop his favourite kitten into his arms. The orange one brushed against his ankles with a quiet purr, a little welcome home, before she retreated into the cat tree once again. He was worried because Penny hadn't named either of them yet but didn't know how to bring it up without upsetting her, and she was already so upset all the time. In his head he called the short one Munchkin and the orange one Chubs (for her little chubby cheeks).

"How was your day?" He asked casually, noting the way Penny's eyes met his from under dark lashes like she had a secret.

Judging from the way Steve gave a short 'later' hand motion, she did, but it wasn't something the blond was worried about and that meant Bucky wasn't either. Besides, he liked seeing the life in her pretty eyes today (she was half-naked on Steve's chest, unconcerned that her legs were spread, and looked almost happy—she could've killed 6 people and bathed in their blood and he wouldn't have cared because she almost smiled at him).

"I already called down for dinner, it should get here in just a few minutes," Steve sat up, cautious of how Penny was arranged to make sure no pressure was put on her ass, "Penny needs arnica and her shorts, can you do it while I run to the bathroom?”

Bucky nodded and swept her up into his arms, cradling her tightly in his arms before falling back onto the couch and grinning when she immediately glared up at him, “I missed you today baby.”

“I didn’t like that.”

“You don’t like anything I do precious,” he pressed a kiss teasingly against her forehead, “let’s get this arnica on your poor ass, huh? Steve must’a already given you your spanking for today.”

“Yeah.” Bucky’s eyebrows jumped high on his forehead; it didn’t take a master interrogator to figure out she was lying.

The hesitation to answer was the most obvious give away but she wouldn’t look him in the eyes either, a finger coming up to his chest to trace shapes against his skin. Lying to him was ballsy but he remembered the hand signals he’d received from Steve upon entering the apartment, the blond’s cryptic words to their babydoll while she thought Buck couldn’t hear. So instead of calling her out for the deception her grabbed a bottle of arnica from the end table and started very gently rubbing a layer into the bruised skin on her ass.

Her little whimpers hurt his heart, but the full tears were what made it crack. She was likely at her breaking point for pain, where the punishment didn’t fulfill its purpose anymore. He’d bet Steve had realized the same thing and had held off.

“Almost done babydoll. Steve! Bring her shorts with you when you come!”

There was more squeaky meowing and he dropped his hand over the side of the couch without looking, scooping up Munchkin and dropping her onto his chest right between himself and Penny. The kitten hated being away from Penny even after such a short time.

“What movies did you watch today? Have I seen them?”

Penny hesitated for just a few seconds before she gave a short commentary, not noticing the way Steve walked out of the bedroom and up behind her. A quick few hand signals ‘food-sleep-talk’ told him that the blond wanted Penny fed, in bed, and asleep before they got a chance to talk and flashed and ‘okay’ behind her back. It didn’t take long to fulfill the list, Penny was out like a light with a very small dosage of sleeping pills (not enough for her to notice, just enough that she’d sleep through the night).

The soldiers kind of assumed it was like having a toddler; during the day they had to watch what they said, if they got much of a chance to talk at all, and the dynamic between them had changed while they focused on getting Penny settled. Nights were when they had the chance to talk, it helped that they didn’t need a lot of sleep, and they honestly kind of enjoyed lying in the dark with their babydoll laid out across their chests, talking quietly over the sound of her breathing. It was certainly a good way to decompress after a long day and the pair fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, Penny on Bucky’s chest and Steve wrapped around them both from the side, a kitten or two thrown into the mix somewhere.

Bucky woke immediately when the blond shifted, slowly starting to wake up for work. It was Steve’s turn to go in and he had a meeting with Tony too—Steve was much better at dealing with the eccentric billionaire than Bucky was, especially when it came to the topic of Penny. Despite the fact Steve had been the one who wanted her originally, Bucky was the one who’d become more overtly possessive and he didn’t like Tony butting into their business.

“Take care of her, I’ll see you in the evening,” Steve bent over to kiss him lightly, lips trailing to brush against his cheek lovingly before he stroked a hand through Penny’s hair and gave pressed his lips to the back of her head, “love you.”

“Love you, punk, go to work,” the brunet ignored Steve’s wry smile, instead shifting Penny to lay next to him on her side, curling his body tightly around her and tucking her up against his torso while Steve left.

She’d be up in an hour or so, would probably want to go lay in the hammock in front of the windows. She sunned herself the same way the kittens did, taking little cat naps in the sunshine between attempts at knitting. He could feel the small changes in her breathing as she started to come to and smiled; her forehead burrowed against his chest, her nose brushing his skin lightly. But then she started to tremble and a small whimper escaped her and she was reaching for him and there were tears in her eyes—

Bucky swept her into his arms immediately, carefully arranging her the same way they’d been doing for days to keep the pressure off her ass, “Penny, talk to me baby, why’re you crying? Did you have a bad dream?”

“The stuff—the lotion—” she hiccuped and he felt her hips jump in his hands when the side of her ass brushed his leg and she yelped, “it hurts, it—”

“JARVIS, remedies for bruises,” Bucky ordered, immediately lifting them both off of the bed and heading into the bathroom.

“Because this is the second morning Ms. Parker has woken up in pain, I have taken it upon myself to order several items to be sent to the apartment, including hypericum perforatum. There is an aloe vera plant in the living room which can be used for pain relief after a bath, which I shall add witch hazel and lavender to, along with epsom salts for the swelling.”

“Thanks buddy,” he responded absently, the steam from the hot water immediately settling over his skin when he stepped past the doorway; the bathtub was already filling, “can you hold your weight baby? Just for a minute.”

Penny nodded tearfully against his chest and he carefully rested her on her feet, gently manipulating the waistband of her shorts over the curve of her ass. He could see in the mirror that her skin had retained its deep red tone, purple and blue splotches concentrated on the fullness of either cheek. It wasn’t anything permanently damaging, just very painful. He pulled her tank top off and dropped it to the side with her shorts, listening as the faucet kicked off.

“Alright baby, let’s get you into the bath,” He quickly shucked his briefs and stepped into the water, helping Penny in after even when her breathing hitched at the movement, “you’ll lay against my chest, just like usual.”

Once they were situated, Penny with her head tucked under his chin and his arms around her back, Bucky couldn’t help but smile. He could see why Steve hadn’t gone through with her spanking yesterday, there was simply no need. Penny might not have trusted or liked them but she reached for them. When she was in pain she reached for them to help, to fix it, and knew that they would, where in the past you couldn’t have gotten her to ask them for anything, let alone help.

It was a significant step in the right direction, Penny succumbing to a piece of her new life. She didn’t chafe under his hold, wasn’t stone still or angry. She was in pain and seeking comfort and help and she knew he’d provide it. He knew she was a stubborn little thing, the concession of just a bit of her space wasn’t the end of her fighting, but it meant something and the soldiers could work with that. During interrogations, the systematic deconstruction of a person’s will and mind meant that when one wall fell the others were very close to follow. Penny could still fight if she wanted, but it was only a matter of time before she conceded the battle.

Patience wasn’t Bucky’s strong suit but he would wait as patiently as he could for her to crumble in his arms, after all, it wouldn’t take long now.

content warnings: grinding, dubcon cunnilingus, face sitting

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cheollies · 5 years ago

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The Lovers

It was midday, the sun at its peak, blue painting the sky and only the occasional birds soaring above. The wind caused the light to sway in the living space. The curtains danced in their place, the sound of traffic outside making its way inside the small space.

She left the confines of her room. The stillness of the home had curiosity picking at her. She abandoned the paper and pencil, a hand running through the tangled locks of her hair. It was no doubt that she had forgotten to brush or even wash her hair the night before. She lifted her hair as her steps led her to the open kitchen, she pulled at each strand, clumping her hair to the mid of her head. The hair tie snapped from her wrist, she lightly divided the ponytail, tugging the two lengths away from each other to tightened the space.

The sound of the coffee maker grumbled, her fingers started the rice cooker next, the chopsticks whipped the eggs sizzling on the stovetop. While it was midday, she considered this breakfast. Two plates set on the tiny table top, a plate of eggs, various side dishes, a bowl of rice overfilled and standing lopsided, a smaller bowl rice leveled off evenly at the tip.

She poured herself a cup of coffee, ripples appeared as she blew into the steaming mug, her eyes peering over to the male carelessly snoozing onto her couch. The coolness of the leather countered the humid heat. He slept on his side, face hidden in his forearms that he rested against the back of the couch. His shirt hung over the edge of his body, exposing the small of his hip. His toes crinkled occasionally, a sigh leaving his lips ever so often, a tiny snore whispering into the air.

He slept with his body curled. The empty curve by his abdomen held the curiosity that drew you from your cave. She nuzzled herself into the warmth of his shirt. At moments it was hard to tell if it was her snores or if it was his. Although the position looked uncomfortable, the male still managed to sleep soundly with the feline cuddled next to him.

“Jihoon.” The female called as she approached the male. Her mug left sitting at the dining table, she attempted to stir the man from his midday slumber, “Jihoon.” She spoke once more.

A click of her tongue echoed when her foot caused his cell phone to slide under the furniture currently used as a bed. More often than not, she felt like she was caring for a son rather than a lover. While he slept perfectly content, she huffed, her fingers finally grasping the device. Cross legged, she sat, a small glare at the back of the male.

The phone vibrated in her grasp. She noticed the pile of text, emails, and calls left unread. She placed the cell face down on the coffee table. He, who rested perfectly, dreaming in his own little world, she decided to leave him to rest a few minutes longer.

She let light into the living space, giving the curtains a rest by pushing them aside. The air outside felt cooler when she stood in front of the opened window. Her eyes watched the neighborhood children run along the streets below. Her lips curved at their playfulness.

It was this position she once saw him trudging behind his group of playful friends. A slowness in his step, hands deep in the pocket of his jacket. She could neither recognize or point out distinct features that definitively stated it was him at that moment in time; but as she recalls, it was definitely him.

She pulled the window shut. The warmth of her home encasing her in a hug. He always liked the airy feeling of the opened window. She did not.

The coffee table called to her with its chaos. She lowered herself, hovering over the amount of papers, the closed laptop, the various pencils and papers. It was similar to her own desk setup. The male stirred, the feline yawned. She looked back at the pair who only molded into each other more.

Instead of organizing his mess, she removed the unnecessary items to give space. The framed photograph of the two under neon lights, the countless magazines he swore he read, her unnecessary fruit in a bowl.

Over the fabric of his shirt, her fingers glided along his spine, “Jihoon.” She whispered, his name falling off her lips slowly, fazed by the way his lips curled. Her fingers snuck under, her nails dancing along his hip, inching the ends of his t-shirt to expose him. He hummed as if to trick her into thinking he were really awake. Her palm smacked the small of his back.

His eyes bulged from the impact. The feline had escaped at this point. He twisted with his voice crying out in a whine. He leaned over onto his stomach, his hand caressing the spot that glowed crimson on his body. She stood over him with her hands on her hip. A thin line on her lips. She feared he would only fall back asleep.

Jihoon felt weight on his back. Both of her palms rested on his back, she applied pressure, bouncing the male on the sofa. He only grumbled more as she continued her actions.

“Wake up.” She landed another slap onto his back, “It’s literally one in the afternoon and you’re taking a nap.”

His finger grazed the floor. He leaned his head over the furniture, noticing that his device remained obsolete from its position he had left it almost an hour ago. She no longer stood beside the male. Jihoon flipped himself onto his back. Hands resting on his stomach, tongue dragging over his dried lips. He tilted his head, watching her retreating figure to the dining table. She pulled her seat, proceeding to sit faced to him, one leg crossed onto the seat under the thigh of the other. She let one foot bounce against the floor.

“Anxious?” He questioned.

The bounce of her foot ceased at his words. She glanced at him, her mouth full of midday breakfast, she attempted to speak only to spew bits of rice out in front of her. Her hand flew to cover her lips, a light giggle escaping from her.

She swallowed her food whole, “Starving.” She barely manages to choke out.

Jihoon begrudgingly leaves the space on the sofa. Feet pitter pattering on the wood floors of the apartment. His hair bounces as he takes his seat in front of her. He barely takes notice of the way she had already perfectly set up his plate and utensils. He aimlessly grabs the chopsticks, picking at the scrambled eggs she had cooked previously.

For a while there is silence. No words are spoken as the two continue to eat their first meal of the day. While his phone vibrates from the living space, hers dings off in the distance. Yet no movement occurs from the two. Between the both of them, they preferred this. A meal with no distraction, just sitting comfortably with the one across from them.

“I heard Seungcheol and his girlfriend were taking a break.” She spoke suddenly. He only hums in response, uninterested in the business of his friend, “Seungcheol broke up with her, something about not communicating in the relationship.” She had rested the tip of her chopsticks atop the table.

His eyebrow quirked, “Are you trying to tell me that we should talk about our relationship?”

“No.” She picked at the side dish, “Just thought you’d like to know that the next time you see Seungcheol, he’ll probably be extra needy and clingy.”

An air of laughter flew between his lips, “Thanks.”

Silence fell once again. A smile formed on her face watching the male hurdle spoonfuls of rice into his mouth. He finished his bowl of rice, carefully looking at her in the eyes then to her half filled bowl of rice, almost asking permission to devour hers also.

“Take it.” She lightly pushed the bowl to him who grinned with his mouth still filled with rice, “Am I a friend?”

His head bounces up towards her, “What?” The food almost spills.

“Well I was just thinking,” She tilted her head, “There was a conversation at work, ‘putting labels on a relationship’. What would you consider me? A friend? Companion? Girlfriend? Cohabiting partner?”

The lightbulb flickers in his head. He sat frozen, one hand still holding the rice bowl, the other with his utensils.

She rests her cheek on her knuckle, “I consider you my lover.” Her lips curled into an amused expression, the way a light blush appeared across his face, “Sounds scandalous, doesn’t it? My lover.”

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #jihoon scenarios #woozi scenarios #woozi #jihoon

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emmas-storybook · 6 years ago

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When The Right One Comes Along

Summary: Modern AU - Killian and Emma are neighbors who occasionally pass in the hallway, when Emma has a seizure and Killian has to take her in. Fluff and a bit of humor ensue, as well as a date that turns into more. Notes: I was a little bit unsure about posting this as the topic is very personal to me, but if only one person enjoys it that'll be enough for me! Special thanks to @profdanglaisstuff for proofreading! Word count: 1478 Read on A03 here He had only seen her a few times, really. Every now and then they would pass each other in the hallway, but they never had said more than a simple "Hello". And now she was in his apartment, quite literally sleeping in his bed.

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Killian was in a rush to get to work on time before he was bloody fired. His morning had started off with burnt pancakes, and then a spilled coffee all over his clean scrubs. He'd had to change quickly, basically shirt only half-on while he was locking his door. Down the hallway, he spotted his neighbor (well, that's not entirely true- she lived a few doors down) looking extremely frustrated at whatever she was reading on her phone. He only knew a little bit about her, mainly from that time she'd asked him to collect a package for her when she wasn't home. Her name was Emma Swan, which he thought was a particularly odd last name, but still adorable nonetheless. She looked like she had barely gotten any sleep, too. He didn't know her too well, but he knew that the purple bags under her eyes -which looked worse the closer he got- were not normal for her.

Emma had barely slept last night, she'd been up until the sun started to peek through her blinds. And now she'd had to leave for work with a full two hours of sleep in her. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her neighbor down the hall, frantically locking his door and rushing towards the elevators. From what she knew about him his name was Killian and he worked in the hospital, judging from the scrubs he wore often. Or he was just trying to make a fashion statement. Really, she wasn't sure. But in the midst of her thoughts, Emma heard a familiar ringing noise in her head and immediately panicked. Not now, not today. This hadn't happened in years.

As Killian approached the elevators, he saw Emma starting to sway in an odd way, and her right leg started to twitch. He knew what was coming from experience in the hospital. The rest seemed to go in slow motion, she fell to the ground before he could reach her and a few seconds later the convulsing had started. She was having a seizure. As soon as Killian got to her, he checked his watch to time the seizure, and lifted her head up so that he could place his satchel underneath. Once the convulsing had stopped, Killian turned Emma onto her side and checked her airway for any signs of irregular breathing. And that's how Emma had ended up in his apartment just a mere few minutes later. Killian was surely going to be late to work now, but that wasn't his main concern at the moment. "Love, can you hear me? Can you tell me your name?" Killian asked softly, kneeling beside the couch where Emma was currently lying. She'd make occasional noises, usually a grunt or moan, but she was still disoriented and not fully conscious. He rubbed her arm gently, to help calm her down as she came to. Emma slowly opened her eyes, her entire body feeling fatigued and muscles burning like she'd been ran over by a bus. She was fully aware of what had happened, and quite frankly embarrassed that someone (her cute neighbor, at that) had been there to see it. "You doing alright, love?" Great as ever, she thought to herself. "Fine. Tired. Where are we?" "We're in my apartment, darling. Your episode lasted nearly three minutes, and then I carried you here. You've been in a postictal state for about fifteen minutes now. Is there anything you need? Water, perhaps? You're probably near dehydrated with all that sweating," Killian smirked, trying to lighten the mood and make Emma feel more comfortable. Emma gave him a weak laugh, "Ew, that's gross. I'm really sorry you had to see that." She paused, "And...I should probably be headed home now. I don't need to burden you any longer. And you're probably late for work, too, right?" Killian shrugged, "'Tis alright, love, your safety was of the utmost importance. And you should stay a little longer to get some rest, i'd be concerned about you all day if you were alone. If you feel more comfortable without me near, you're welcome to lie down in the guest bedroom." He seriously has to stop with all those endearing words, Emma thought to herself. They made her feel things. And Emma Swan did not do feelings. Admittedly, she was drained and didn't want to move, but also didn't want to burden Killian in any way. "Yeah, actually, that'd be really nice," She sighed, not wanting to admit that she needed help but also knowing that she would most likely fall flat on her face if she didn't have someone steadying her while walking, "And if you don't mind... could you possibly help me to the bed?" "Of course, love," Killian nodded, "Here, give me your hand." With that, Killian helped Emma sit up, her head spinning from the sudden movement. She felt his hand at the small of her back, eliciting a barely audible gasp from her. She really wasn't used to this affection, even if it was just a chaste touch. Killian patiently walked her to the guest bedroom, which was just as obnoxiously tidy and organized as the rest of his apartment. Once she was settled under the covers and had profusely thanked Killian for letting her stay, Emma watched him begin to walk towards the door. Suddenly, he spun on his heel to face her again. "Are you sure you don't need anything else? Water, a snack, cuddles perhaps?" Killian smirked. Emma rolled her eyes and chuckled lightly, "Nice try, bud. I'm good for now though, thanks." "Sure thing, darling," Killian winked, "And if you need anything else, i'll be in the living room." Emma nodded and gave him a slight smile with the strength she could muster up. She was barely able to hold her eyes open as he left the room and gently closed the door. Within a few minutes, Emma was in a deep, dreamless sleep. As the hours rolled on, Killian started to wonder when the lass would wake up. Emma had been sleeping soundly for nearly nine hours, which was to be expected after what her body had gone through. He had been periodically checking in on her, silently cracking the door every so often just to make sure she wasn't showing any prodromes of another seizure. As the time rolled on Killian debated waking her up, not wanting to disturb her rest, but also knowing that she needed to eat. After a few minutes, he decided on the latter. Killian opened the door slightly and walked over to the bed, sitting down lightly next to Emma's torso as to not abruptly wake her. "Emma, love, it's time to wake up," Killian uttered lightly, not eliciting a response from Emma. "Swan, time to wake up," He tried again, a little louder this time, and with a slight tap to her shoulder. Emma groaned and slowly opened one eye, peeking out of it with a death glare. So maybe waking the sleeping beast wasn't the best decision, Killian thought to himself. "What time is it?" Emma mumbled, still peeking out of the one eye. Killian gave her a soft smile, "It's almost six, you've been asleep for quite a while. Would you fancy some dinner?" Emma gave a moan of content. "That would be amazing, i'm starving," She paused, shifting herself to sit up, "What do you say to dinner at The Rabbit Hole? It'll be my treat, after all you've done for me today." "Sounds good, treasure," Killian quipped. "And it's no problem, really. I preferred staying here with you to listening to patients who WebMD'd their symptoms anyways," He added with a wink. "Do you wanna maybe walk with me to my apartment so that I can get cleaned up first?" Emma questioned. Killian nodded, and together they walked over to Emma's apartment. He sat on her sofa while she cleaned up in the bathroom, waiting patiently. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked up to see Emma in a soft pink dress that delectably hugged her form. "You look stunning, Swan," Killian remarked, in awe of her beauty. How she managed to look so gorgeous, even after what she'd gone through, was beyond him. Emma blushed, not exactly sure of that, but accepted the compliment. "You ready?" "Ready. I'm starving," Killian said in a high-pitched voice, playfully mocking her earlier comment. With that, the two left for their dinner. Soon enough, one dinner turned into weekly dates, weekly dates turned into sleepovers, sleepovers turned into sharing an apartment (Killian's tidy one, thank you very much), and sharing an apartment turned into a ring on Emma's finger. So maybe the right people do come into your life at the right time.

#cs fic #cs ff #my writing #cs au #captain swan #captain swan ff #When The Right One Comes Along

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cocastyle · 6 years ago

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Happier

Pairing- Kylo Ren x reader

Word Count- 3,110

Warning- does heartbreak count?

A/N- first Star Wars imagine and first time using a song! this imagine will go along to the song Happier by Marshmello. I hope you all like it!

Lately, I've been, I've been thinking

I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier

She wasn’t happy, he knew that. She hadn’t been happy for a while now and no matter how much she told him that she was okay with staying with him and living on the ship with him, he knew that deep down, it was killing her.

Y/N L/N was a princess after all. She had people who looked up to her and Kylo had let her leave to come be with him all because he had been selfish and wanted her for himself. Sure, she had made the decision as well, but Kylo was the one that had put a strain on their relationship. He had been the one to pressure her into leaving her kingdom and coming to travel the stars with him. He was the reason she had left and he was the reason she was so unhappy.

When the morning comes

When we see what we've become

In the cold light of day we're a flame in the wind

Not the fire that we've begun

Every argument, every word we can't take back

'Cause with all that has happened

I think that we both know the way that this story ends

He knew what needed to happen, but actually committing with the act was what was tearing him up inside. She needed to go home. She needed to be there for her people, to be reunited with her family, to rule the way she had been training to her whole life. But the realization that once she left, he may never see her again was what kept him from letting her go.

Kylo loved her. He loved her so much. She was the only thing keeping him from fully giving into the dark side and maybe that was why he had been so persistent on keeping her by his side. Cause despite every argument, despite every awful thing that he had done, she was still there and she still loved him. And the idea of letting her go, the one person who truly loved him, was hard to even imagine.

He was afraid that if he let her go that he would give in fully to the dark side. But by keeping her here and around all of the destruction and darkness, her lightness was suffering and he knew that sooner or later, the darkness would eat her up.

Then only for a minute

I want to change my mind

'Cause this just don't feel right to me

I wanna raise your spirits

I want to see you smile

Know that means I'll have to leave

Kylo sighed as he stared at the ceiling of the room. Y/N was by his side, her head resting on his chest while she slept soundly, having no idea what was about to happen. He glanced down at her and his eyes scanned over her face trying to remember every little detail. He ran his hand through her hair and she moved slightly only to cuddle closer to him and let out a content sigh as she continued to dream. She looked so peaceful, but he could still see the bags under eyes and the way that she just looked tired.

As he stared at her, he found himself trying to remember the last time she had smiled. Sure, she had given him small loving smiles that were reserved for only him, but he couldn’t remember the last time she had actually smiled. It had to have been during the first few months she had stayed on the ship with him. After all, she hadn’t always been so unhappy. She still loved him, that he knew, but the ship and the whole atmosphere of it all was slowly killing her on the inside and he should’ve realized it sooner.

Kylo sighed as he held the girl a little tighter. He knew what he had to do and this time, he was actually going to do it. Cause her feelings mattered more than his own.

Know that means I'll have to leave

Lately, I've been, I've been thinking

I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier

Kylo stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, his hands resting on either side of the sink. It had taken him a couple of minutes, but he had finally managed to get out of Y/N’s grasp without waking her up. Now he was in the bathroom and trying to come to terms with the fact that he was about to let Y/N leave.

“Are you really doing this?” He asked himself, the uncertainty in his voice evident enough that he could even sense it. Kylo sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he began to pace around the bathroom.

He was really going to do this. He was about to let the most important thing in his life walk right out of here. There was a strong possibility that he would never see her again. For if he did, it would be under the worst circumstances.

When the evening falls

And I'm left there with my thoughts

And the image of you being with someone else

Well, it's eating me up inside

But we ran our course, we pretended that we're okay

Now if we jump together at least we can swim

Far away from the wreck we made

Kylo sighed and looked at himself in the mirror one last time before taking a deep breath and going back into the bedroom. His eyes immediately flickered over to Y/N’s sleeping form and he smiled softly at the sight of her cuddling his pillow to her chest as she smiled. His smile disappeared when he remembered why she was cuddling that pillow in the first place. Silently, Kyle grabbed a shirt and some pants from the closet, knowing that Y/N had always preferred to see him in regular clothes than his uniform.

Once he had his clothes on, he glanced over at the girl. He was doing this for her, he had to remind himself. All he ever did was for her. He then turned back around and pulled a bag off of the top of the closet before putting it on the floor.

Then only for a minute

I want to change my mind

'Cause this just don't feel right to me

I wanna raise your spirits

I want to see you smile

Know that means I'll have to leave

Packing up her things was a lot harder than he thought it was going to be. He went through their closet and dresser and put all of her clothes, her books, her memories, and all of her other belongings into the bag. It was only when the room was half bare that the situation fully sunk in.

This was what it was going to be like for now on. All the color in the room was gone, now being packed into the bag that was lying open on the floor. Her scent still lingered in the air and his eyes teared up at the thought of it soon fading away.

Kylo cleared his throat as quietly as possible and blinked his eyes rapidly to get rid of the tears. He couldn’t cry now. If he did, it would make things ten times harder. He bent down, ready to zip the bag back up but paused and grabbed one of his jackets that Y/N always wore and threw it into the bag. It was only then that he zipped up the bag.

Know that means I'll have to leave

Lately, I've been, I've been thinking

I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier

Kylo sighed as he stared at the bag before turning to look at Y/N who was still sound asleep. He silently walked over to the bed and sat down on the ground so that his face was level with her own. He sat there for a couple of minutes just staring at her before he slowly brought his hand up and stroked the side of her face. She moved in her sleep and Kylo froze. However, she just snuggled further into the pillow and sighed before the familiar sounds of her soft snores filled the air once again.

Kylo smiled softly and ran a thumb across her cheek a few times before he began to stroke her hair. He didn’t even realize he had started crying until a tear drop fell on his other arm. He quickly brought his hand up and covered his mouth as he silently sobbed. He couldn’t let her see him like this. Even if she was the only one that had ever seen him cry and even if she was the only one that had seen him this upset, he couldn’t let her know how much her leaving was affecting him. He had to let her think that this was for the best so that it would be easier for her to go.

So he covered his mouth to keep himself quiet until the sobs died down. He then wiped his tears away, all while still softly stroking her skin and hair. He waited a while longer so that he knew his face didn’t look like he had been crying before he got up and opened the door of their room to make sure no one was around. No one was in the hallway and Kylo stood there for a moment before walking back into the room. He quietly shut the door before turning back around to look at Y/N. It was time.

So I'll go, I'll go

I will go, go, go

So I'll go, I'll go

I will go, go, go

Each step over to the bed felt like another stab to the heart. But the moment he shook her awake and she looked up at him with sleepy eyes was when he felt like someone had literally stepped on his chest.

“Kylo, baby, what do you want? It’s late. You should be in bed,” she muttered as she laid her head back down on her pillow. Kylo didn’t answer and after a moment of silence, her eyes fluttered back open and caught sight of his distraught and upset face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Y/N asked as she sat up. She put her hands on his face and lightly stroked his cheek with her thumb. “You can tell me,” she whispered and it took every ounce of will in his body not to break down right there.

Instead, he gulped before stuttering out, “Y-you need to go.” Y/N gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?” Y/N asked. Kylo looked down and put his head into her lap as he wrapped his arms around her, Y/N immediately hugging him back. “I know you’re upset, Y/N,” Kylo finally said and her face instantly dropped. “Ky-“ “No use denying it, darling. I already know,” Kylo whispered. “Kylo,” Y/N whispered back.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad, just upset because I know what needs to happen,” Kylo admitted. It was then that Y/N noticed the bag on the floor. Her breath hitched in her throat. “You mean-“ she began. Kylo nodded and pulled away to look at her. “You’re leaving, Y/N. I’m getting you off of here. You’re going home,” Kylo told her.

Y/N glanced at the bag and began to tear up once she realized only one bag was packed up. She looked back at him and a tear rolled down her cheek. “You’re not coming, are you?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Kylo sat there in silence before shaking his head. Y/N closed her eyes and more tears fell. Kylo sighed and reached up to wipe her tears away. “I’m sorry, but I have to stay,” Kylo said. “I know,” Y/N began. “I’m just going to miss you.”

Kylo felt tears prick his eyes again. Y/N always had been understanding. “I’ll miss you too, Darling. Now go get ready. I’ll wait out here,” Kylo told her. Y/N nodded and got up before walking into the bathroom. The door hadn’t even shut behind her before a sob escaped her lips. Kylo felt his own tears begin to fall but he quickly wiped them away. This was for the best, he reminded himself. He was doing this for Y/N.

Lately, I've been, I've been thinking

I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier

Even though I might not like this

I think that you'll be happier, I want you to be happier

Y/N walked out of the bathroom with the last of her things and put it in the bag. Kylo finally got up from the bed and picked up the bag. “You ready?” Kylo asked. Y/N only nodded before she grabbed onto Kylo’s arm and held it tightly. Kylo leaned down and pressed a small kiss to the top of her head before the two walked out of the room and towards the escape pods.

The walk there was painfully slow. Each step only reminded the two of what was about to happen and with every other step, Y/N was slowly gripping onto Kylo’s arm more. Kylo felt his throat closing up and he willed himself not to cry although the sight of Y/N silently crying beside him was enough reason to cry.

He glanced down at her and a tear rolled down his cheek. Never again would he be able to wake up to her in his arms or hear her laughter as she laughed at one of his jokes or the awful jokes she would say. Never again would he get to call her his or get to come back to her after a long and dreadful day working. Never would he get to hear her say that she loved him or hear her whisper sweet nothings in his ear when he was angry. Never again would he get to kiss her or hold her. Never again would he get to see Y/N L/N.

Then only for a minute (only for a minute)

I want to change my mind

'Cause this just don't feel right to me

I wanna raise your spirits (wanna raise your spirits)

I want to see you smile but

Know that means I'll have to leave

Neither of them dared to move when they finally reached the escape pods. They just stood there staring at the very escape pod that Y/N would be getting into at any moment now. After a long moment of silence, Kylo finally willed himself to move. He set the bag down and turned to Y/N who immediately jumped into his arms and began to cry.

Kylo couldn’t stop himself from crying this time as he wrapped his arms around her held her tight. “I love you. I love you. I love you. You know that right?” Kylo whispered. Y/N nodded and kissed his neck before whispering, “I love you too.” Kylo let out a small sob at that and YN held him tighter.

Kylo turned his head to look at her and she looked right back at him before leaning forward and kissing him. The kiss was slow, each of them wanting to savor the moment knowing that it would be their last. Kylo softly set her down, his lips never leaving her own, before he grabbed her face with his hands and began to kiss her harder and more desperately. She returned the emotions and both of them had tears streaming down their faces as they kissed each other for the last time. They finally began to pull away and Y/N pressed another soft kiss to his lips before they both rested their foreheads against each other’s.

“I love you, Y/N. Never forget that, okay?” Kylo whispered. Y/N smiled weakly. “I love you too, Ben,” she whispered back and Kylo felt his heart ache at the use of real name. In that moment he realized what was happening. He wasn’t only letting Y/N go, but he was letting Ben Solo go.

Kylo sighed and reached up to wipe some of the tears off of Y/N’s face which only made her cry harder. Kylo gave her a weak smile before pulling away and picking up her bag. He then handed it to her and whispered, “Go.” She stared at him for a moment before stepping forward and pressing one last kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” she whispered and with that, she grabbed ahold of her bag and walked into the escape pod.

“Good luck ruling your kingdom,” Kylo called after her. She looked back at him and he smiled softly. “You’re going to be a great Queen,” Kylo told her. She smiled and whispered, “Take care, Kylo. Remember that even if you may not see me, I’m somewhere in the galaxy still loving you, okay? No matter what, I’ll always love you.”

Kylo was now crying again and it hurt him to have to say, “I love you too. Now go. Hux will be up and scouting the halls any minute now.” Y/N nodded and turned back around and walked into the escape pod, the doors closing after her.

Know that means I'll have to leave

Lately, I've been, I've been thinking

I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier

Kylo didn’t waste any time before hurrying to a window down the hall which had a view of the escape pods. He watched her ship as it finally pulled away from the station.

He knew that she knew he was watching her and he also knew that she knew he wanted her to look at him just one last time. So it was no surprise to him when her head turned his way and her eyes met his.

He gave her a weak smile and more tears escaped his eyes while his hand came up and waved at her ever so slightly. She let out a small laugh as the tears trailed down her face. She then held her own hand up and waved back. And with that, she turned back around and moved the ship away from the station before jumping into hyperspace.

Then she was gone. He could feel the sadness and darkness already beginning to consume him, but he still managed to smile softly as he leaned his forehead against the window. It wouldn’t be too bad, he told himself.

For as long as Y/N was safe and happy, he knew he was going to be okay.

So I'll go, I'll go

I will go, go, go

#kylo ren one shot #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren #star wars one shot #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #star wars #ben solo imagine #ben solo x reader #ben solo

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hellofanimagination · 7 years ago

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Blue Bubbles (Part 2)

Prompt: Requested by Anonymous “ skkdks I just re read blue bubbles and I was just wondering if you'd ever maybe do another one for it?? It's rly cute and I love Patrick”

Word Count: 1,959

Pairing: Patrick x Reader

A/N: Part 1

S/N=sisters name

It’s been a month since the nonsense on your blog with Patrick and his friends, been a month since you and Patrick started dating, been a month since your inbox flooded with asks about you and patrick and your “endless love”. A month.

“A month?” You sister asks, looking like a mix of disappointed and annoyed. She learned that look from your mother, she hates when you point that out though. “You’ve been “dating” for a month?” she didn’t mime air quotes but you can hear them, you hear it a lot when people learn that you’ve never met your boyfriend.

“Ya?” You don’t know what she wants you to say, pulling your legs up on the couch and looking at her like a little sister would, big eyes and just begging her to be on your side before mom comes home. Only mom isn’t coming home, it’s just you two now, and she isn’t mom.

She sighs, heavy, “That isn’t a real relationship, Y/N,” you shrink away from her, feeling like a 14 year old in a 22 year olds body. You want to prove to her that it is, that you know his name and his age and his height, you know his friends and his job and his school and his passions, you know his favorite everythings and and...you know him. It’s real.

“Where does he live?” She asks, and you can see the look that all parents get about online friends. ‘He is a 40 year old creep from bumfuck nowhere asking for nudes’ is what she wants to hear, but it's wrong.

“Chicago.” He has an apartment with Pete, they play music and Patrick works at a bookstore and Pete does odd jobs and they are happy and Patrick keeps teasing you to move in with them. They have a dog and the landlord hates them, but not seriously.

You sister sighs again and you don’t know what she wants.

“He could be anyone…” She tries and you roll your eyes.

“I’m 22, S/N, not 12. I’m not just going into this blind with trust, I know him.”

“Ok, ok.” She’s trying, in her own worried way. The way she’s had for the last 6 years of your life now, the ‘oops I'm a mom’ way that she does things, too much or not enough, the way a sister with a whole new life thrown at her would be.

“I’m going to get a week off from work next month, fly out to see him. “She wants to interrupt but you keep going, “And I want you to come with me.”

She’s taken aback, unexpected.

“I know it’s not safe to just fly to another state by myself and meet people, who although I trust, I have never met before. I know you won’t let me either, so come with me.”

She smiles, small, and takes your hand. “I know I did something right with you.”

The airport is big, bigger than the small one near your home town, and packed. Your sister keeps close, following you and the signs looking for baggage claim and then the place Pete said he would pick you up at. You weave through people, families and luggage and little kids darting around the slick floors. It’s loud but it comforts you, loud and big and Patrick’s home! Patrick is here!

Outside is nice, high 70s and clear skies, you turn your face to the sun and smile. It feels like the world is trying to make the perfect path between you and Patrick, smooth sailing and destiny and blue skies. Your sister is bugging you about what car Pete drives and you just smile, floating, heart so full, and you ignore her. She always stresses during trips.

Pete must have parked rather then pull up to the curb like planned because suddenly he’s running up to you, scooping you into his arms and spinning you around. You scream and laugh and Pete is laughing too, loud and full and his face is lit up so bright you can’t help how warm you feel. Pete lowers you to the ground and holds you, just hugging each other for a moment and when you pull away you laugh, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so ecstatic before.

Before you glance behind Pete and see Patrick.

Time slows down, heart thumping too loud to hear, head spinning, you both just glow. Pete steps away and you’re moving towards Patrick before you notice. You crash into each other, wrapped tight and happy and safe, the rest of the world just falls away, like the sky broke open and you got blasted into space.

You pull back only far enough to see his face, fingers clinging to clothes, his eyes are so blue and green and bright. His smile is blinding and his cheeks are pink, he’s wearing a baseball hat that’s a dark purple with a wave on it and you just hurt from smiling. You can’t let go, won’t, needing to be as close to him as you can. You mean to speak but you kiss him instead, lips moving together in desperation, every dream and text and skype date crashing right here between you two.

Patrick is panting slightly, his face pink, when you break apart and you giggle and grin and he does to and it’s perfect and real and wonderful. He’s here, in your arms, exactly where he always should be, exactly where you’ve been dreaming of him being.

Their apartment is on the small side, and obviously being lived in by two boys in a band. Pete has instruments and dog toys all over the living room, a sleeping bulldog on the couch snoring. There are cereal boxes on the kitchen counter and mail and paper, a notebook with purple ink smudges along the pages and you know that notebook, you’ve seen pictures from it that Patrick sent you, lyrics and poems and nonsense that he and Pete make.

Pete sets your sister up in the guest room, which was originally a tiny studio that had the guitars in it but Pete prefers the livingroom now. Patrick can’t stop staring at you, soft eyes and pink lips and, oh he is beautiful. You squeeze his hand, you haven’t let go since the airport and you sister won’t say anything as long as you both have that love sick look in your eyes, plastered all over your faces actually.

“Um,” Patrick starts and you smile softly, you love his voice. He blushes. “I was thinking that you could stay in my room,” He is bright red, blushing down his neck and up his ears and you just smile brighter. “I-I’m not implying anything will happen! I just mean, I want to be near you and and-” he rambles and you cut him off, kissing him softly.

“I want to be near you too, I’d love to stay in your room.” He’s still blushing and your heart still feels so fucking full.

Patrick takes your bag and your hand and leads you further into the house, passing your sister’s room and a bathroom, two doors at the end and one must be Pete’s. Patrick pushes open a door and lets you into his room. The bed is a good size, blue sheets and a grey blanket that looks comfy, a window that looks over to another building and the street below. He has stacks of music and books everywhere, a guitar in the corner and clothes and hats and shoes falling from his closet. It smells like him and you feel it engulf you in the best way.

You smile over at Patrick and wrap yourself around him, kissing him soundly, feeling his hands settle on your waist. Kissing Patrick just comes naturally, like you’ve been doing it for years, lifetimes, like it was always supposed to be like this. You smile, breaking the kiss, and hear Pete shouting for you.

“FUCKING ALREADY? COME ON!” Patrick turns bright red and you laugh, leading him back out of the room.

Your sister starts off with 900 questions for the boys, really proving what a mom she is, making sure they are safe. And then Pete announces that they are going out to eat in celebration of love and fucking and you, the announcement doesn’t amuse your sister on the outside but you know her better.

You go to pizza, of course, and you get a booth. You press yourself against Patrick, needing contact, and he doesn’t mind. The pizza is good, deep dish and greasy, and Pete eats too many pieces to count. You laugh and talk and for being in a different country with people you’ve never met, you feel right at home.

You don’t stay out too late, your sister is jetlagged and you and Patrick wouldn’t complain at being alone. You walk back to the apartment and your sister heads to bed, dragging herself to her room. Pete stays up, getting his guitar and sitting with his dog, who is now awake and uninterested in anyone but Pete.

Patrick’s room is warm, the two of you cuddled under the covers, listening to the wind outside and each other’s breathing. You’d think it would be awkward, your first time together, but it’s not, it’s soft and comforting and just being in his arms is more than perfect. There is something about Patrick that is comforting, warm and welcoming, safe. You snuggle in close, wrapped around each other, legs intertwined. You fall asleep, secure and close and exactly where you need to be.

Patrick takes you to all his favorite places, museums and restaurants and coffee shops, he shows you the tourist sights and the little places only people who live there know. He gets you wrapped up in the city and in him, hand in hand, heart in throat. Every day is an adventure, Pete and your sister smiling as they follow you and Patrick some days, seemingly oblivious to everything but each other. Like love birds, stitched together, sharing veins and a heartbeat.

Your last day is hard, Patrick takes you to get breakfast together, just the two of you, and you try not to let the heartbreak show. You go on a walk, the world getting a little less bright the more time pushes on. He kisses you in the park, under a tree, holding you close and licking into your mouth. You bite his lip and he lets out a little gasp, pulling you even closer. Hands on your hips, sliding up your back, can’t let go, won’t. You don’t know how long you stand under that tree, pouring feelings between lips and refusing to say goodbye.

You spend the entire day together, away from the others, doing nothing and everything and just existing together. The day almost feels unreal, or maybe too real, colorless but over saturated with emotion, and love. Oh you think you’re falling for him, quick and hard and you don’t feel stupid or naive, it feels just right. Perfect. Meant to be.

He cries at the airport, so does Pete, and he doesn’t let you go until the last second. Won’t let go, can’t let go.

“I’m gonna be counting down the days till I see you again,” He says, softly, only between you two.

“I love you, Patrick, I won’t make you count for too long.”

“I love you too,”

Your sister holds you when you cry on the plane and when you land back home it doesn’t feel like home anymore. You lay down on your cold bed and close your eyes, knowing, that there’s a light on in Chicago and you should be home.

#fob #fall out boy #fob imagine #fall out boy imagine #patrick stump #patrick stump imagine #patrick stump x reader #patrick x reader

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savorysatori · 4 years ago

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- headcanon. 🏴‍☠️

where would they take you during winter?

cw: fluff, female reader, slight suggestive themes.

includes: bnha & soul eater.

SOUL EATER.

✦ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧.

he probably would want to take you to places that are crowded with different species of animals. such as owls, squirrels & etc. he’ll pull you down on his lap while sitting down to watch the bunny’s hop around while the squirrels collect nuts. probably thinks how adorable it is when you stare in awe at them. stein would definitely get you a rabbit after that encounter, it’s kinda a match tbh. you love animals while, he loves dissecting them.

✦ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧.

would for sure take to out to eat. he would get you all kinds of drinks, like slushies and hot cocoa if the slushy is too cold. if he’s feeling extra festive, he’ll take you to see the big light up christmas tree in the center of Death City while drinking hot cocoa. if you both are at home- he likes to watch hallmark movies with you on his lap while cuddling on the couch. just be careful not too shift too much or the movie will be forgotten and you’ll be bent over the edge of the couch, face stained with pretty tears.

✦ 𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐘𝐮𝐦𝐢.

prefers to stay home during the winter season, because she hates how stuffy and red her nose gets. but just for you- she’ll take you to the mall where you both shop and get cool festive stuff. maybe even some lingerie. if you do get lingere, she will have you pose for her then have you in her lap while she fingers you to tears. other than that, she likes to braid your hair and watch santa cartoons with you while slowly falling asleep to the sound of music in the background.

✦ 𝐒𝐢𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐭.

sid is definitely a both kind guy. he likes to stay inside and go out with you. what he does enjoy the most though, - is dancing to a slow christmas song with you in the kitchen. he finds it sweet and romantic, but he’ll talk a lot during the dance. probably complementing your nice dress or cute pj’s.

✦ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐧𝐢𝐫.

she’s so cute. marie likes to take you out to ice skate, even if she can’t. during the whole ice skating she’ll trip and fall bringing you down with her but it all ends with laughs and giggles. once you both get back into the house, she’ll pull out some cute christmas nightgowns and force you to put them on. as much as you tell her you don’t look good - she will pepper kisses all over your face just to shut you up so you both can watch ‘How The Grinch Stole Christmas.’

BNHA.

✿ 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨.

I feel like he would go all out for you, making sure you’ve had the best fun during winter before it ends. hawks would make you fly on his back during night while he hovers over all the festive buildings that have christmas lights on them. he just loves seeing you gasp and stare at all the banners and light. he thinks you look adorable. it’s the little things about you that makes his heart flutter.

✿ 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚.

miruko is such a competitive girl during winter. she definitely likes to have agressive snow ball fights with you but, she’ll cuddle with you after all the rough treatment and maybe shush your small whines, fucking you softly with her strap <3.

✿ 𝐘𝐮 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚.

pretty pretty girl. she’d bake cookies with you on a chilly night while some old time christmas movie plays in the back. I don’t think she would like to have a food fight with you, BUT - when it comes to you “accidentally” dropping flour on her 2x, she will do it too but 5x and then it ends up in a food fight. don’t worry tho, you’ll cuddle her to the death until the frown on her lips vanish and replaces with a giddy smile.

✿ 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚.

this women. omg. midnight would take you to a cabin in the woods and make love to you everyday until the winter season is over. but, aside from all of that, she’d make a fort with you and cuddle with you in it while reading a provocative book that she picked out herself.

✿ 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚.

he’d definitely stay in the house. no complaints. aizawa hates the cold - but you don’t. you would have to drag him out of the house to spend time with him. he won’t admit the fact how cute you get at the sight of christmas decorated cookies. he keeps to himself but he’ll show you his affection in the bedroom. especially, in the bedroom.

✿ 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮.

fatgum is definitely in his big form all winter. he loves to drag you towards the bed and place various amount of blankets on you and cuddle you gentle in his arms. watching you sleep soundly. If you don’t fall asleep - you both like to chat for hours about the games you like. since you both like to ramble, you guys are the perfect match. <3

#🏴‍☠️headcanons.📞

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katofdiamonds · 5 years ago

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[TW: Saying goodbye]

48 hrs ago, we spent some time outside together for the last time. This morning, we had to say good bye. Today has hurt so much. Her imprint is everywhere and I know it will be with me always. It’s just a lot right now. I am thankful that she’s no longer in pain. She was barely herself these last 24hrs. This summer she would have been 15 and her kidneys just didn’t have it in them. Friday through Saturday I knew something was wrong and when she stopped purring yesterday, I think deep down I knew though I tried to convince myself otherwise. I’m so thankful that my father was there to help me in saying goodbye and I didn’t have to go through this morning with a stranger.

She was a goofball. She was spunky. And she was basically always by my side, many times literally.

There are pictures in this of her as cosplay supervisor on her red pillow I made, outside plotting to see if her harness would let her eat grass, and waking up from a nap because she’s dead weight cuddling on my hip.

Here are some way I already miss her.

I miss her waking me up via the dead-weight method.

I miss her waking me up via crunching paper, ruffling plastic, or cardboard box hitting when the first way failed.

I’ll miss waking up to her between my legs or behind my knees still soundly sleeping and looking betrayed at it being time to wake up.

I’ll miss her groggy look of betrayal whenever I was the one to end our cuddles first.

I’ll miss her coming to check on me every hour past midnight I’m still streaming asking when I’ll be coming to bed for bedtime cuddles.

I’ll miss her casually walking past the craft table as I past hours there like she’s not coming to check on me.

I’ll miss her sitting on my fabric in the middle of my floor when I’m trying to cut out patterns.

I’ll miss her zoomies and seeing ghosts.

I’ll miss her chitter noise at birds or squirrels out the window.

I’ll miss her waiting by the door for me to come home from either a shift at work or home from traveling.

I’ll miss her welcome head boop and then equivalent amount of hrs of shunning to the days I’ve been gone.

I’ll miss that first curl up in my lap telling me I’ve been forgiven for being gone.

I’ll miss her hoping onto the bed when I haven’t finished putting new sheets on.

I’ll miss her following me from room to room if not for cuddles but to just keep an eye on me.

I’ll miss her coming to give me cuddles when I’m sad or sick.

I’ll miss knowing exactly how, where, and when she wanted pets, skritches, and affection.

I’ll miss her comforting purrs and weight curled next to my chest at night.

I’ll miss her kitten green eyes that never truly yellowed out in her nearly 15yrs of life.

I’ll miss the way I could tell how much we were bonded through those eyes and through the love languages we developed.

I’ll just miss her❣️

14 years my companion. 14 years of helping me grow and growing with me through adventures 💖

Kona was rescued from a grocery car park in 2006 and I will forever be grateful to Casey for bringing her into my life. I remember Kona’s affection hidden away in the dorm closet and calling my dad to ask how to tell if a cat was pregnant. I remember thinking of adopting one of her kittens but Kona and I choosing each other instead.

14 yrs of moving between uni places and also moving out to Nashville with me. She travelled so well. That road trip to Nashville took two days with no true breaks and yet she crossed her paws and never made it difficult. I remember the nervous ridiculousness of giving her kitteh relaxant when we had to fly home to Colorado suddenly due to my car accident. I remember her reluctance to living with other pets and how much patience it took to cohabitate with other pets and how many times I picked “only childhood” because it was better for her even if it meant not living with friends. I am a cat lady to my core and I want all the cats but she was a street rescue and the importance of weighing her happiness against my whims forever changed me.

We moved back in with Auntie Amy for a couple years who has known her since our years at uni together and our first roommating adventures. I’m so thankful for Amy and her Kona updates on top of taking care of her while I traveled. Our loving teasing when Kona wanted to go outside but it was snowing and when she was temporarily renamed Donut a couple times due to the very few health issues she ever had.

Kona was so weird. She was as obsessed with trying to steal Spicy Nacho Doritos from me. She never reacted to catnip BUT would roll around in my wet bathing suits and towels and try to suck on my hair if it was wet with chlorine; that weird chlorine over catnip quirk was just one example of why we were a perfect pair. How many cats chase their tails on a semi-regular basis? She never played with “cat toys” other than the “red dot” but would play with hair ties, socks, sparkley craft puff balls, a random hoodie tie, and pattern paper cut free from the pattern; her toy preferences were upcycled.

She was also freaking beautiful. Her kitten green eyes stayed green until the end. She mostly didn’t like me taking her picture but obviously if it was during cuddle time, it was tolerated. I have so many pictures of her sleeping, it’s be creepy if it wasn’t completely understandable that I am a crazy cat lady. She also never left me alone for long. When living with roommates, if she wasn’t cuddling, she would position herself in a room to watch over us all. She could be grumpy towards other people as she didn’t want to share me but for the last few years, she would greet people at the door with a leg rub before coming back to be by my side. But still, unless I was gone traveling or visiting friends over night, she would have been by my side if not on me. She’d sleep on my chest as I edited YouTube videos or did homework. In the last few years she would look at me expecting to have one leg to herself if my laptop needed the other. As I got into cosplay, #helpercat was born. When I spent hours reading, purring would often be the soundtrack. On my side or by my side or sleeping with my arm claimed as hers, a piece of my soul will always me hers as for 14 years she was my most constant companion.

My heart is broken, my arms are empty. I know I will grieve and heal but I’ll love you forever, Kona.

#personal #tw #trigger warning

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amercsmemoirs · 8 years ago

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For ZevWarden Week Day 4: AU, I’m posting the first chapter of my Denerim University AU!!!

(also, thank you to @tallmansions and @sistercyborg for reading through my chapters and helping me with edits!!! i literally wouldnt have gotten this far without their help!!)

Chapter 1: Friday

Allura Mahariel lay in her bed, ends of her pillow pressed against her ears in frustration. She’d tried to block it out - really, she had - but somehow squeezing her eyes shut just made the moaning and rhythmic thumping from next door twice as bad. With a groan, she turned to her side to check the time - big mistake; it was 2:17am. She groaned even louder; she had a Grey Wardens meeting at 7:30am. She turned to her side to see Fen’or, her chocolate brown mabari hound, sleeping soundly. She’d always thought he could sleep through anything.

Finally giving up on the idea of ignoring this, she threw off the corners and flung her legs over the edge of the bed. Once she located a pair of boxershorts, she pulled them on and stretched a bit. At that, she heard a confused whine behind her and smiled softly at him as he stared her down, concern obvious in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, da’fen, I just need a word with Melody,” she explained, and walked out the door.

The night air nipped at her extremities as she attempted to rub the goosebumps out. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but decided crossing her arms would be fine. She knocked a few times and waited, arms over her chest. As soon as the door opened, she began the speech she had to tell her neighbor last time this happened.

“Melody, please remember our bedrooms - “

“Who?”

That voice was too deep to belong to Melody. Allura had to squint a little - her eyesight wasn’t the best without her contacts - and saw an elf with shoulder length blonde hair, slightly out of breath, with brown skin that glistened in the moonlight. And he was shirtless. Allura watched his muscles tense as he pushed his hair back and leaned against the door frame, flexed and slightly bulging, but not too muscular like Alistair; maybe he was a rogue? She looked at his face to find him smirking, obviously pleased to find her staring at his chest.

“Enjoying the view?” He chuckled amusedly. “Melody speaks of you fondly enough. Perhaps she wouldn’t mind - “

“No, that’s alright, really,” Allura interrupted. “Melody mentioned me?”

“Ah, yes. She said to apologize for forgetting to move her bed. She is otherwise… unable to get to the door and apologize in person.”

Allura rolled her eyes at his self-satisfied smirk but decided not to comment.

“It’s fine,” Allura continued. “We just have a Grey Wardens meeting in a few hours and I have three classes after that - “

“Ah, then, I will accommodate your needs immediately. My apologies; I’d no idea you were such a devoted student.”

She eyed his sly smile suspiciously; it exuded confidence and more than a little arrogance, as if he knew something that she didn’t. There was something she just couldn’t trust behind his alluring Antivan accent; something cunning under his coy smirk. She was just too tired to analyze his phrasing for now.

“Thank you, uh… ?”

“You may call me Zevran, Allura Mahariel,” he answered automatically.

“Right. Zevran. Thank you for cooperating.”

“Of course, of course,” he replied cheerfully. “By the way, you have excellent taste in boxers,” he added with a smirk.

She glanced down at her own plaid grey, white, and purple pattern and then at his plaid black, white, and green pair. She frowned.

“Good night, Allura Mahariel.” He bade her farewell with a chuckle as they both returned to their rooms.

As she crossed her room to her bed, she pondered where she’d heard his name before. After it didn’t come to her right away, she shrugged it off. With a yawn, she settled in besides Fen’or, who was still sleeping peacefully. As charming and charismatic as he was, she doubted she’d have much to do with him outside of tonight.

*~ Friday, 6:28am

Allura stirred awake from a dreamless sleep two minutes before her alarm, as usual, and ran through her mental checklist. Luckily, she had been smart enough to pack her class bag for the day the night before; now she just needed to change, maybe eat breakfast, and prep Fen’or for the kennel. She had to double check to be certain her bag had the notebooks for her proper classes and her wallet had enough sovereigns for lunch. And -

Her alarm clock interrupted her train of thought and she grumbled as she got out of bed.

“Fen’or, it’s time to get up,” she said with a yawn. He ignored her at first; it wasn’t until she called his name a second time after changing into dark jeans and a hoodie that he even whined in response.

“Fen’or,” she said more sternly, putting on her shoes. This time he got up, slowly as possible, and stretched as he made his way off her bed.

“Fen’or, collar.” Allura put her hair in a bun, ignoring the short strands that preferred to hang in her face. The hairstyle showed off her unpierced, elven ears that were straight and tall, even for a Dalish elf. She glanced at her earlobes and imagined herself with earrings; maybe smalls hoops or studs. Something inconspicuous. She pushed the thought out of her mind for now and turned towards Fen’or.

Sleepy but obedient, the mabari strolled to the stool Allura turned into his nightstand and brought his collar and leash to her. Then he sat, tail wagging slowly, expecting a treat to be pulled from her dresser and thrown to him.

Allura couldn’t hold back her smile but couldn’t praise him yet.

“Fen’or, jacket.”

He whined loudly, but retrieved the vest from his nightstand. All the Grey Warden mabari had to wear their blue and grey vests with the Grey Warden symbol on the back. And he hated it with a passion. She tried everything to get him used to it - different fabric, bigger vest, treats whenever he wore it - but she just couldn’t change his mind.

She sighed somewhat affectionately. “I know you hate it, da’fen. Bear with it, please?”

She fastened him into the vest and attached the leash as he whined again. Taking the bait, she tossed him a piece of nug hide from her dresser, which he chewed on triumphantly.

Allura shrugged her shoulder bag on; sovereigns for lunch, notebooks for class, throwing knives, pens and pencils. She opened the door and was met with a round, freckled face and full figure leaning against the railing, with an equally nonchalant tan and brown mabari at her feet.

“Melody?” Allura called out. Her neighbor’s head shot up as she was startled out of sleep. The mabari - Bandit - looked up and wagged her tail. Allura smiled affectionately.

“Allura!” Melody pushed herself off the railing and threw herself onto her neighbor. Allura caught her out of habit, despite being a few inches shorter. She patted her sleepy friend’s back as she yawned into her shoulder.

“You’re up much earlier than normal,” Allura teased. It was 7:15am, which was routine for her; Melody, however, rarely made it out of bed before 9am.

“Don’t we have a Grey Warden meeting or whatever?” Melody yawned again, back on her own two feet, and stretched. Allura rolled her eyes and knelt to scratch Bandit behind her ears. Fen’or bumped his head against her hand as he nuzzled Bandit.

“Yes, I’m sure your dozens of absences and tardies prove you care so much about our meetings,” Allura replied. “You don’t even have a bag with you.”

It was true; Melody was wearing a pink tank top and a yellow and blue plaid skirt, but no backpack or shoulder bag in sight. Actually, Allura thought suddenly, why is she wearing a skirt in this weather? We went shopping before the summer ended, and she should have jeans to wear. Melody pouted.

“I don’t have class until 11! I’m not gonna carry a bag with me to the meeting. I’m just gonna go back to sleep afterwards.”

With a small shake of her head, Allura grabbed Fen’or’s lead and began walking to the Grey Wardens building in the center of campus. Melody scrambled to grab Bandit’s lead as her mabari followed and skipped to catch up to Allura, linking arms when she did.

“So anyway, Allura, about last night -”

“Oh, that’s right,” Allura interrupted. “What happened to him? Shouldn’t he be in your room or something?”

“Zevran? No, he left maybe half an hour after you talked. You didn’t hear him leave? But really, I wanted to apologize about keeping you up,” Melody continued in a small voice.

Allura squeezed her friend’s arm. Melody Cousland was the teyrn’s only daughter - and the youngest at that - spoiled and impulsive. Allura’d had no idea if they’d get along when they first met, but thanks to Melody’s persistence, became fast, if somewhat unbelievable, friends.

“You’re fine, Melody,” Allura told her. “Maybe I overreacted. Is that normal though? Leaving right after…”

“For Zevran, sure. He’s not the cuddling type. Unlike myself, who needs soo much affection!” Melody leaned down to place her head on Allura’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you tell Alistair that? I’m sure he’d really appreciate the info.” Allura smirked as Melody straightened, face reddening.

Looking away, she mumbled, “He’s not the only one who should, you know…”

Allura never understood why she mumbled around her so often; She was an elf, of course she heard-

Her brows furrowed as she paused and looked at Melody’s pouting face. “What do you mean -”

“Allura, Melody, hey!”

They turned at the sound of their names and were greeted by a giant of a human, Ezekiel Amell, holding the door of the Grey Warden Mabari kennel open, likely after dropping off his mabari, Joker. At 6’4’’, Ezekiel towered over the 5’3’’ elf and her 5’7’’ friend, but neither were ever intimidated or afraid of the long haired giant. Dark skin, long dread locs, a dazzlingly white smile, and cheekbones that could cut through armor made Ezekiel one of the most popular people on campus. With his easy smiles and friendly attitude, he made friends and acquaintances easily, and they became friends days after meeting during the first Grey Warden meeting.

Allura thanked him for holding the door and she and Melody walked their dogs to the counter. The lobby was was small, with a few Mabari-friendly flowers here and there, and the building itself wasn’t all that impressive. Allura knew from experience though, that the real attraction to this place was the 5 acres used to train and house the Mabari while their Wardens were in class or off campus.

The student working the kennel this week was a dwarven girl, maybe a year or two older than Allura, and greeted the pair with a smile. As she reached for Fen’or and Bandit’s leads, Allura noted that her small stature would make it very easy for the Mabari to lead her around instead; luckily, she didn’t know of a Mabari ill-behaved enough to do it. The girl walked the Mabari to the back, and Melody and Allura met up with Ezekiel, who was talking with some students.

“Oh, I’ll catch up with you later,” Ezekiel told the students as he saw Allura and Melody exit the building. “We’ve gotta get going. Text me later though, yeah?” He grinned, and the two students smiled back and waved to the three of them as they continued to class.

“Joker misses you two, you know,” Ezekiel began as the three of them walked to the Warden’s training grounds. He shoved his hands into his black jeans. “We should go for a run or something this weekend.”

“Unassigned running? On the weekend? Count me out,” Melody declined.

“What, you got a hot date?” Ezekiel joked.

“Yeah, with my bed.”

“I’ll go running with you, Ezekiel,” Allura chimed in over his laughter.

“Cool,” he responded. “Let’s meet up at the entrance around 8am.”

Allura nodded in agreement as she held the training gate open for her friends. The Warden’s Training Grounds were split into three sections: dense forest, flatlands, and hills. Dual wielding rogues, warriors, and archers preferred their respective areas, but they often rotated so the environment would never be a disadvantage. Mages trained at Fort Draken usually, but the Grey Warden mages trained with the other Grey Wardens. Allura’s personal favorite section was the dense forest; she hated the flatlands.

“Hey guys, over here!”

Allura, Melody, and Ezekiel were waved down by Alistair Theirin, a fellow Grey Warden in training. He was in the middle of the training grounds, chatting with a few other Wardens. Allura nodded to them as they approached Alistair.

“Good morning, Allura, Zeke. Melody, you’re up early.” Alistair grinned at his pouty friend. “Did Allura finally drag you out of bed?”

“I’ll have you know, Alistair,” Melody began, hand on hip, “I was awake bright and early on my own.”

Alistair gasped. “Maker, the Blight is coming.”

Melody smacked his arm as he laughed. “I can’t believe I dragged myself out of bed and walked through the cold to get mocked by you, of all people.” She rubbed her arms vigorously.

“Yes, yes, woe is the Warden who has to walk through the cold.” Alistair unzipped his hoodie, shrugged it off, and handed it to her.

Melody was taken aback by his gesture. “What about you?”

“I am not the one in a skirt this early in the morning.” He draped his hoodie around her shoulders.

Melody’s cheeks puffed - Allura knew her friend was trying not to show that she was blushing - and muttered thank you. Alistair grinned in response.

“GREY WARDENS, STAND READY!”

All the students on the field looked up and saw Duncan Highever, striding towards them from the main building. Hurriedly, they all lined up on the field’s designated spaces.

Duncan flipped through the papers on his clipboard and paced as he began roll call. As he began calling out names, Allura caught someone creeping into the lineup from the corner of her eye while Duncan’s back was to the both of them.

Sierra Tabris, a city elf with droopy ears, had been coming uncharacteristically late to meetings for a few weeks. She was short, only up to Allura’s shoulders, and unusually stocky for an elf. Allura met her during a university tour over the summer, and it was her first time meeting an elf that was uninterested in learning Elven. Sierra was a warrior, sword and shield, and Allura was always impressed how she could stand her own against others twice her size. She was brash and a little reckless, but also punctual.

“Tabris! Late again?” Duncan hadn’t turned around, but must have noticed her somehow.

“Yes, sir.” Sierra’s voice was low and clear.

“See me after the meeting,” was Duncan’s response. Sierra nodded curtly and that was it.

“Grey Wardens,” Duncan began, addressing everyone in attendance. “You may remember last week’s tournament victory against the Orlesian Bards.” He paused to allow a short cheer from the more enthusiastic Wardens. “Our wardens, Allura Mahariel, Melody Cousland, Sierra Tabris, and Ezekiel Amell secured the Team Win against Orlais.”

The Wardens cheered again, a few nudging the aforementioned wardens on their backs. Allura forced a smile as Carver Hawke grinned and lightly patted her back.

“Next Wednesday, the doubles fight will be against the Tevinter Magisters, and we’ll be relying on Ezekiel Amell and Sierra Tabris to take us to the finals.” Duncan looked at them both meaningfully, perhaps with pride, and continued. “Make sure you all stay ahead of the curve. We have training days all weekend and next week, so attend if you’re feeling… sluggish. And don’t forget,” he added, “we have four exchange students from the Antivan Crow Program joining us for the remainder of the semester. Although they’ve already missed the first match, they will be observing our team to prepare to join the tournament next year. I expect all of you to be courteous and welcoming to our guests, and to show you’ve earned your title of Ferelden Grey Warden.”

Duncan nodded, the Wardens sounded off, and Duncan dismissed them and left. Ezekiel, Melody, Sierra, and Allura met up as the rest of their group dispersed. Some people were still congratulating them for their win.

“Sucks you got caught again, Sierra,” Melody began, stifling a yawn. Alistair’s jacket was still draped around her shoulders. “What’re you even doing all the time?”

“Yeah, Tabris, talk to us,” Ezekiel joined in.

Sierra’s eyebrows furrowed together and she looked at the grass. Allura knew she was feeling nervous and conflicted, not nearly as angry as she looked.

“I… was…,” Sierra began, crease lines deepening, “I was birdwatching.”

Allura exchanged a look between Melody and Ezekiel.

“Birdwatching?” she repeated.

“Yeah,” she responded slowly, as if wondering to herself whether it checked out. “I like to watch… songbirds.”

“Songbirds?,” Ezekiel echoed.

“Yes. Nightingales. They… only come out at night. Which is why… they’re called nightingales.”

Sierra avoided eye contact while the other three looked confused and bewildered.

Before any of them could continue questioning her, Duncan’s voice called out for Sierra to follow him to his office. Sierra sighed, relieved.

“Thank the Maker,” she muttered under her breath. “I’ve - I gotta go.”

She grinned somewhat sheepishly as she raced off to follow Duncan.

“I think that’s the first time she’s ever lied in her life,” Melody stated, only somewhat jokingly.

“Yeah. She’s not good at it.” Ezekiel chuckled.

“She’ll tell us when she’s ready,” Allura said. She didn’t see the need to speculate about what her friend is doing every night. As long as she wasn’t getting injured.

“True,” Ezekiel began with a grin. “But will I tease her mercilessly until she confesses? Probably.”

“Don’t go overboard,” Allura retorted with a quirked eyebrow. “I’ve got to get to class. I’ll see you both later.”

“I’m going back to sleep,” Melody said, gripping Alistair’s jacket.

“You should definitely wear jeans when it’s this cold, Melody.” Ezekiel smirked at her. She stuck out her tongue in response.

“See you later, Allura. Text me after class!” Melody waved as Allura turned to leave. Allura waved back and walked to the main building for her first class of the day: engineering.

*~ Friday, 3:34pm

Allura, finished with classes for the day, sauntered out of the building back towards her room. She breathed in the air; she hated being in the building for so long. There were so many people, so many things happening at once; it was hard to find a quiet place to sit and think. But outdoors, even with the same number of people, she felt less trapped. It was easy to see who’s nearby and what they’re doing; like the couple sitting in the grass across the way, the person standing behind the tree, the group of students exiting the building -

“Allura Mahariel! How nice to see you again.”

She turned to the person behind the tree - and frowned. Zevran Arainai. She should have recognized the drawl.

“... Zevran Arainai.”

“How was class? I hope you weren’t too tired.”

He was smiling, maybe sincerely, but she didn’t smile back. If anything, her frown deepened. He seemed amused.

“I was fine. Nothing out of the ordinary happened.”

“Good, good! I’m glad.”

The smile continued.

“Did you… need something?,” she asked, not hiding her confusion.

“Oh, nothing at all! Wanted to check in.”

“Right then.”

She turned to walk away but then another question popped into her head. She turned back to him.

“Oh? Are we not finished talking?”

She ignored the bait. “How do you know Melody?”

Zevran’s eyebrows raised briefly, but then he crossed his arms and laughed it off.

“I met her yesterday, after I landed on campus. I am here through the Antivan Exchange program,” he explained. “I arrived earlier than my peers, and she was kind enough to… keep me company.”

That would check out, Allura thought. Melody has always loved meeting new people. But why would he be here earlier than everyone else?

“I see. In that case, I wish you luck during your stay with us.”

She nodded curtly, which made him chuckle, and continued her stroll back to her dorm room.

Disregarding that interaction, she could continue her day normally; study, train, pick up Fen’or, make dinner, sleep. She should invite Melody over for dinner, see if she can find out what happened to her jeans. It was more than a little suspicious that this happened right after Zevran stayed the night. It was something to look into.

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#ZevWarden week 2017 #zevran arainai #modern AU #dragon age origins #allura mahariel #Melody Cousland #sierra tabris #ezekiel amell #ive been sitting on this for like!!!#two years!!#and ive finally finished enough to post some of it #im on ch 4 now but uhhh idk what the posting schedule will be hahaha #anyway uhhh #enjoy

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unashamed-shipper · 8 years ago

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Living With You

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one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen

rating: t+ for sexual joking, swear words, and violence

pairings: nalu, gruvia, gajevy

characters: natsu, lucy, juvia, gray, gajeel, levy

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word count: 3437

Lucy awoke the next morning with a tickle of hair in her face. At first, she pushed it away, thinking it was her own. Her bedhead had a mind of its own at times, and often she would find herself buried in a pile of blonde hair when she woke up from a bad dream.

But when she heard a yelp from the other side of the bed after she flicked the hair away, Lucy sat straight up and screamed. Who the hell was in her bed?

Searching her covers for signs of life, she found a familiar piece of fabric lying next to her. A checkered piece of fabric. Growling, she dragged it up and saw that Natsu was sleeping soundly next to her. Apparently he hadn’t woken up when he made that god-awful noise, which was amazing on its own.

“Mornin’ Luce,” Natsu mumbled groggily, and Lucy narrowed her eyes at her roommate.

“What the hell,” she began, her voice becoming angrier by the word, “are you doing in my bed?”

Natsu yawned, sitting up. “You practically pulled me into bed with you last night. I went to check on you to see if you were okay and you grabbed me by the hand and yanked me into bed. You really wanted me to stay, didn’t ya Luce?”

“That doesn’t matter now.” Lucy didn’t like the feeling of her face reddening, so she turned away. “I’m still sleeping. Get out.”

“But you’re not sleeping now,” Natsu said, blinking a few times like he was confused.

“I said, get out,” Lucy hissed, and she kicked Natsu by his back out of her bed. What did he think he was doing, sleeping in the same bed as her? Why did she decide to just wear a big t-shirt to bed? And why did he look so damn cute with his ruffled bedhead?

“Luce,” Natsu began, but Lucy leaped out of bed and shoved him out of her room.

“Natsu, you can’t just barge into a woman’s room in the middle of the night. What I-I slept naked or something?”

“I’ve already seen you naked, Luce, so it wouldn’t be much of a problem,” Natsu said, and Lucy exhaled through her nose angrily.

“Just stay out of my room. Got it?” Lucy slammed the door and flopped onto her bed to fall back asleep again. Huffing, she rolled over to where Natsu slept the night before and closed her eyes. Seconds later, they popped back open again while she sniffed the side of her pillow that Natsu’s head rested on.

It smelled like pine and firewood, and she realized she quite liked the smell. She would have to go into Natsu’s room and figure out what cologne he used. It smelled woodsy and spicy and fiery all at once, which pretty much summed up Natsu himself.

‘Natsu,’ Lucy thought before sinking into a deep sleep, ‘Why do you have to be so moronic yet smell so good?’

Hours later, Lucy woke up from a peaceful slumber, thankful that she slept this time alone. She much preferred to sleep in her own bed herself and only herself as it gave her room to sleep in whatever position she wanted. She could sleep spread-eagled on the bed and no one would have anything to say about it.

Although, she did slightly miss having someone warm next to her. It got awfully cold sometimes at night, and having another body sleeping next to her offered a sense of comfort and warmth. She could also cuddle up to them if she had a bad dream as well, and that soothed her soul.

It was then she realized that the only person she could see herself sleeping next to at night was Natsu. He was more consoling than he realized, and in his own way he could provide comfort like no one else could. Lucy’s mind flashed back to her first night at the apartment when Natsu fed her soup with a spoon and calmed her down from her anxiety attack. He was an interesting guy, that was for sure, but he seemed to enjoy her company.

‘This couldn’t be love,’ Lucy wondered, her eyes widening, ‘could it?’

Shaking her head vigorously, Lucy wondered if a shower would help her brain relax. It wasn’t anything to get stressed about. After all, this was Natsu she was thinking about! The loveable goofball who always seemed to be there for her and was fond of spending time with her. She couldn’t possibly be in love with him!

Could she?

Lucy undressed quickly and jumped in the shower, turning on the water a little warmer than usual to try to get herself to concentrate on the heat rather than her churning stomach and confused mind. She needed to get herself to work, and thinking about this wasn’t going to make anything go any faster.

After her shower and applying her makeup for the day, Lucy wandered into the kitchen to find herself something to eat before she headed out the door. Finding an orange and some bread on the counter, she popped two pieces into the toaster before grabbing some juice. Once her toast was finished she buttered it and ate slowly, hoping not to stress out her stomach even more than it already was. Often times when Lucy was anxiety-ridden, her stomach would screw itself up to the point that she was unable to eat much for a few hours.

Thankful that she ate slowly, Lucy’s stomach settled and she was able to complete the rest of her tasks before going to work. On her way out the door, she found the letter that her father wrote to her and was reminded that she had to reply later. Not that she wanted to. Her father was a complete jerk and she wouldn’t care if he really was dead. Now she could only hope that he wouldn’t actually do anything after she replied.

But that wasn’t exactly possible. She was sure that her father would send one of his men out to give her a talking to when she replied with the written equivalent of the middle finger, and that little chat would not be pretty. Lucy held back tears as she thought of the words that her father used to say to her when she was little. She was fully grown now, but the words still stung harsher than any cut he could ever give her.

Shaking her head, Lucy calmed herself down before heading out the door. She had a job to do. And that was to make Juvia happy and keep the store selling its products. Crystals had been flying off the shelves ever since Lucy started working there, but the dream catchers and moon cycles had a little harder of a time selling. It was up to her to talk up those items and help the little shop do it's very best.

After a few detours because of traffic, Lucy thanked the gods that she was able to make it to work on time. Opening the door, she found Juvia on the ladder again dusting shelves and Cana doing a tarot reading for someone who looked more interested in her chest than the cards. Juvia waved and smiled to Lucy, and Cana held up a peace sign.

“Good Morning, Lucy! Did Lucy sleep well?” Juvia asked, and Lucy smiled weakly.

“Not exactly,” Lucy answered, and Juvia looked to her with concern.

“What’s wrong? Did Lucy have a nightmare?” Juvia put her hand on her hip with the duster in midair, worried about her coworker and friend. Even though Lucy had only worked there for a short time, she was like family to Juvia because they saw each other almost every day.

“Not quite a nightmare, but I did have rather rocky sleep,” Lucy admitted, and Juvia listened as Lucy poured everything out: Dan lying to her about her father’s death, the letter, finding Natsu asleep in her bed and waking up in the early hours of the morning, and the traffic.

“Juvia thinks Lucy should let her father have it! Juvia would never be engaged to a man other than her Gray-sama!” Juvia grinned at her friend, and Lucy sighed.

“I would love to, Juvs, but he would just send out one of his men to yell at me,” Lucy said, and Juvia climbed down the ladder at Lucy’s frowning face and put her hand on her shoulder.

“Lucy is stronger than she thinks. If Lucy tells her father she feels this way, maybe her father will back down. Juvia knows how it feels to be abandoned, and she doesn’t want Lucy to feel the same as Juvia,” Juvia said, looking into Lucy’s eyes with hope.

Lucy took a few deep breaths to calm her spirit and then offered her friend a weak smile. “Thanks, Juvia. You’re right. My father doesn’t have control over what I say or do, and I will write him back tonight and say that I will not be marrying Mr. Eucliffe no matter what he says.”

“Juvia is proud of Lucy for understanding that. Juvia may be Lucy’s boss, but Juvia cares about Lucy’s health and about the work she does,” Juvia replied with a smile, leaning in to hug her employee and friend.

After the hug, Lucy continued dusting the shelves she could reach and once she finished began rearranging the crystals. Juvia had decided the week before that maybe with the new fall season coming into view the store needed a little change, so she set Lucy and Cana on the task to spruce up the store. Their products would stay the same as always but they would be selling leaf wreaths for people to hang on their doors or wherever else needed a little autumn cheer. They would also have candles that were a little more earthy and spicy rather than beachy and sunny, and there would be autumn specific items that they didn’t have year-round.

Lucy grinned as she smelled each of the new candles, noting which ones she liked and wanted to bring home. Maybe a candle would help her ease her mind or at least help her relax a bit while she wrote. She usually reached for lavender, but since that was a spring scent only, Lucy found that bergamot worked just as well and held that earthy, lemon lime scent that she loved so much. She placed a few candles on the center table near the front door and her nose twitched as she inhaled the incense Cana was so fond of burning while the store was open.

Juvia walked over and complimented Lucy on her setup, thanking her for taking the initiative to do so. It seemed like fall was already taking place when Lucy gazed around the room at the wreaths hanging on the outskirts of the shop where the eye immediately went to when one walked in. All of her senses were engaged, and she finally felt like she was at peace.

Maybe things really were looking up. She just had to look for the good in everything and hope for the best.

When Lucy got home, she eyed the letter still on the table and decided to respond to her father. The first step in standing up for herself was to tell him exactly what was wrong, and hopefully Jude would take it well. But knowing who he was, he probably wouldn’t.

Lucy sighed and sat down at her desk, pulling out one of the pieces of parchment paper she had bought from Juvia’s shop. She liked practicing calligraphy every once in a while for kicks, and sometimes it came in handy when she needed to send out thank you notes for something. Picking up a nice black quill, she dipped it in ink and began to write.

‘Father,’ she began, ‘I am delighted to tell you that I will not be marrying Mr. Eucliffe. You can find some other way to unify the Eucliffe-Heartfilia reign, you complete and utter dic-’

Lucy crumpled up the paper, knowing if she called her father a rude name then it would for sure give her a slap on the wrist--or worse. Groaning, she pressed the quill to her parchment once more and tried again, this time a little more respectful.

‘Dearest Father, I regret to inform you that I will not be married off to Mr. Eucliffe. That last name is completely idiotic and I would never take the name of someone who sounds like a sneeze.’

So much for respectful, Lucy sighed as she pushed the paper off to the side in order to put her brain to work. What would actually make her father mad, but not mad enough to send one of his men to shout at her?

“Need help?” a voice asked from behind her, and she saw Gray pulling up a chair next to her. Lucy exhaled in relief at a familiar face to aid her in this time.

“That would be great, thanks. So, you know about the letter my father sent me yesterday, right?” she asked, and Gray nodded.

“Yeah. What about it?” Gray tilted his head slightly in confusion, and Lucy ran a hand through her hair a few times before answering.

“Well, I want to make him angry, but not angry enough that he’ll send a crony of his out to slap me on the wrist. I want to respond, but I don’t know what to say,” Lucy said, biting her lip nervously.

“Simple. Just don’t respond at all,” Gray said, leaning back in his chair and beginning to unbutton his shirt. He only stopped when Lucy cleared her throat loudly, and he quickly fixed the problem.

A few beats passed before Lucy replied. “What do you mean, don’t reply? I can’t do that!”

“Believe me, you can. That will make him mad, but not mad enough to pay someone to do the dirty work for him,” Gray said, waiting for Lucy to realize his plan.

Slowly, Lucy’s lips turned up at the corners. “You know, you might be right. Thanks, Gray!”

“No problem,” was his only reply as he began to walk away to grab a beverage from the refrigerator and watch TV. Lucy decided to take a quick nap before dinner as she was beginning to get sleepy once again. Lack of rest could really take a toll on a person, and Lucy was starting to realize that the more she stayed up late. She headed to her bedroom and smiled as she slept, thanking the gods once again for having such great friends.

Awakening from her nap, Lucy finally felt rested. Of course, it was almost dinnertime which meant she would be asleep in a few hours again. But she really did need the rest; customers at Juvia’s shop had her body begging for rejuvenation and writing at night before she crashed left dark circles underneath her eyes. Changing into a pair of cute matching sweats to lounge around the house in, she exited her bedroom to find Natsu and Gray fighting again.

Natsu conked Gray on the head before turning toward Lucy and grinning. Natsu flushed slightly when he saw how cute she looked in her baby blue clothes but acted natural anyway. He had to mask his feelings for her.

After all, she didn’t feel the same.

“Hey, Luce! Have a nice nap?” Natsu asked with a grin, and Lucy laughed.

“Yes, it was refreshing. Thank you for asking!” Lucy smiled, which only lit the flame in his heart even further. Damn, she was so cute!

Lucy walked over to the kitchen and began preparing the ingredients for dinner. Gajeel would be home soon, and he would want everything set out and the kitchen clean before he rolled up his sleeves and began to make the dish. He was quite picky with the ingredients he chose, and he liked having the kitchen tidy most of the time. Dishes was the one exception to the rule, and they all rotated cleaning them since they lacked a dishwasher.

After that was finished, Lucy plunked down at her chair and began to read the letter again. She knew Gray had told her not to reply, but something didn’t feel quite right. Her brain was telling her not to send back a letter at all to spite him, but her heart felt uneasy still. It seemed wrong to not write back, and it seemed worse to give into his schemes.

What was she going to do?

Setting her head down on her desk with a sigh, Lucy was starting to feel like she couldn’t do anything right with her father. She was unable to do anything right as a child even though she tried so hard to impress him, but now she felt even worse because she didn’t want to respond. Everything felt like an endless cycle with him: she tried her best, he snubbed her, she felt worse and retreated into herself.

“What’s wrong, Luce?” Natsu’s voice scared her, and she turned and realized he was standing behind her, craning his neck at the letter.

“Nothing, Natsu. Just trying to figure out how to write this letter to my father,” she replied honestly, and Natsu looked into her eyes.

“That’s easy, just go with your gut!” Natsu said with his signature grin, and Lucy brightened up a little. Was it really that easy?

Lucy began to laugh moments later, which Natsu was confused by. Had he said something funny? Cocking his head to the side, he watched her laugh. The melodic noise lifted his own spirits a little and he chuckled in response. Her laugh was so infectious that it almost made him laugh as well. Her eyes twinkled as she laughed, and he noticed that the corners of her eyes crinkled when she found something particularly funny.

Little by little, he was falling more in love with her.

“Thank you, Natsu. That was just what I needed,” she said after she stopped laughing, and Natsu was happy that he could bring that realization to her. All he wanted was to make her happy.

Lucy turned toward her desk once more and began to write, the words flowing out of her faster than they would have with her hesitation. Half a page of calligraphy later, she folded and pushed the letter into an envelope and stamped it with the seal her father gave her for her sixteenth birthday. She was quite fond of the gift and used it often despite the person who gave it to her.

Gajeel walked in the door, hanging up his coat and greeting his roommates. Grunting a reply at the kitchen’s tidiness and the ingredients set out on the counter, he began to make the meal. Ingredients were flying everywhere as he chopped, and Lucy rolled up her sleeves and helped out.

Once again, she was thankful for her roommates’ dedication to her life and happiness. It blessed her more than she could ever say, and as they ate the meal that the two prepared she was reminded of this even more.

Her anxiety was at an all-time low for the week, and she could count the anxiety attacks she had on one hand. Gray was happier with Juvia than he ever had been with another woman, and even though he had yet to ask her out officially they were pretty much an item. Gajeel was still his grumpy self, but you could see love in his eyes when he looked at Levy. The woman was coming over more often now, and it wasn’t just to bring baked treats over.

And Natsu…

Lucy looked at her roommate and crush, blushing when he complimented her on the meal she and Gajeel made. Natsu had become someone she could see herself dating, if at all possible. She hoped that he felt the same way for her, but she still wanted to become better friends with him first before testing the waters. His advice was the best that she had heard, and even though people had labeled him as an idiot, she knew that he was quite smart.

Living with three men wasn’t something that she could see herself doing years ago, but it was something that turned out to be quite a great help to her. They were there for her in the midst of all of her anxiety attacks and everything that happened, and she was there for them as well.

Things were looking up. And Lucy couldn’t be more grateful.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I apologize that it took so long. I just got a new job and they are scheduling me lots of hours--yay! Please be patient with me.

I love you all! Thank you so much for reading <3

>>Chapter 17>>

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namo-or-death · 8 years ago

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sanahyo plsss (for the ship thing)

Personally, I like calling them SaHyo because “sa’yo” (shortened form of “sa iyo”) means “yours” in my language.But I’m just rambling. Here we goooo~

Who takes longer showers?

I’d like to say Jihyo because she sings a lot in the shower, practicing her vocals.

How do they make up after a fight?

Jihyo has good balance between telling you off on what you did wrong and being able to compensate with a good point of yours, so after a (long) talk, Sana just hugs Jihyo and says something along the lines of “I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.” and Jihyo just pats and kisses her head afterwards.

Who prefers rain and who prefers sun?

They both love the sun seeing as both of them have warm dispositions but if I had to pick one who’d love rain more, it’d be Jihyo.

What’s their favorite place to go together?

The beach, either to watch the sunrise or the sunset.

Whose more likely to win prom king/queen?

Sana. And being the extra person that she is, she has this long speech (that no one asked for, mind you) dedicated to Jihyo. At first Jihyo does a small facepalm and shakes her head but then she shouts and cheers Sana on.

Do they celebrate anniversaries?

They do because it’s a special day but they don’t really feel the need to go all out. A simple but intimate dinner is enough.

Who’d pressure the other into singing karaoke?

Sana has to give Jihyo a little nudge to “sing a song for me” but the catch is, she picks the song. And when she enters the numbers and ‘Careless Whisper’ starts playing Jihyo just mic drops.

What’s their nightly routine?

When they’re both in bed already, Sana would ask Jihyo all sorts of random questions which Jihyo patiently answers but will ultimately end in “Why do you love me?” and Jihyo smiles, pinches Sana’s nose a little and tells her “Just because I do” and this for some reason satisfies Sana and she buries her face on the crane of Jihyo’s neck and hugs her until she falls asleep amidst the scent of Jihyo’s hair.

Whose more likely to burn the dinner?

As impressive as her Spring Roll performance was in Sixteen, Sana really can’t “cook”.

Who brings home a puppy/kitten without the other’s knowledge?

One day Sana comes home with a shiba inu pup, and when Jihyo looks over, she just raises the dog up to her face and resumes walking casually. Jihyo didn’t find out about the puppy till dinner that night when something barked underneath the table.

Who makes all the food?

Jihyo but sometimes Sana helps out and it turns into an impromptu cooking show.

Who starts the food fight?

While cooking together, Sana “accidentally” flings one of the spring roll wrappers on Jihyo’s face.

Who goes shopping?

Jihyo but Sana likes to come with only to walk around the store and ask for free samples.

Who loses the kids in Walmart?

Sana because she honestly so easily distracted.

Who laughs at the other when they trip?

Jihyo. She almost never stops because let’s face it, it’s Sana.

Who lovingly gazes at the other as they sleep?

Jihyo likes to make sure Sana is sleeping soundly before she dozes off herself so in the time between that, she likes gazing at Sana, tucking in a few loose strands of hair while she’s at it.

Who plays with hair vs whose hair is played with?

Jihyo likes to play with Sana’s hair and Sana loves it.

What do they do in their free time?

They cuddle. Sometimes underneath a blanket while they watch movies.

How organized is their home?

Not so much because Sana.

Who cleans their home?

Jihyo tries so hard. I pity the girl.

Who eats all the pizza?

Jihyo because Sana insists pizza will make her fat.

Who leaves their stuff everywhere?

Sana. And Jihyo gets really mad sometimes that there has been more than one occasion that Sana has gotten a (long) preaching about it.

#sana #minatozaki sana #jihyo #park jihyo #sanahyo #sahyo #twice #ship hc ask

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Sam and Dave for ALL of the 50 OTP things pleaseeeeeeee ! I miss them so much ! ❤ Thanks. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

hey @daseyyyyyyy, sorry i took long, six of the asks are already answered but I copied them here so you won’t have trouble finding them, and thanks for your request💜

1- Who is the early bird/who is the night owl?Sam and Dave are both active at early hours, but night is their most preferred time of the day, it is quite and is the time when they’ll rest their fatigued muscles and surrender to their tiredness under the covers, however, night isn’t so peaceful after they’ve fallen for each other and haven’t woke up to find the other by their side..

2- Who is the big spoon/who is the little spoon?Dave is the big spoon, there wouldn’t be another one he’d want them to be in his arms at night other than Sam, even when he denies to himself having any affection to her. while Sam is the little spoon who’d find no sleep when she’s away from Dave..

3- Who hogs the cover/who loves to cuddle?Neither of them hogs the blanket, they’d be too busy sleeping peacefully in each other’s arms. while Dave likes the cuddles, he’d spare no chance to get an embrace of his love..

4- Who wakes the other one up with kisses?Both would, Dave would kiss Sam awake while Sam subconsciously kisses him back, but when Sam wakes him up she wouldn’t leave it at one kiss, but also trails her kisses to his ear..

5- Who usually has nightmares?Dave does, he’s had a troubled childhood and constantly has nightmares, but Sam is a light sleeper so she’d be waking up, running her hand along his back and give him a kiss on the forehead sending him back to sleep..

6- Who would have really emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/who would have them at day?Both of Sam and Dave would have their emotional thoughts at night.., Sam didn’t want to ever become emotional of someone she’d leave to go back to Texas, while Dave is the one who’d fallen for Sam but was helpless at her departure..

7- Who sweats the small stuff?Neither, they know how to handle things pretty great

8- Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/who sleeps in their pajamas?Dave sleeps with pajama bottoms and a t-shirt looking simple and fresh after he’s had a shower and dressed in home’s wear, while Sam sleeps in pajamas too, she’d look comfortable and nice, then, she’d crawl to bed next to Dave

9- Who makes the coffee (or tea)?Dave would, he is the coffee addicted

10- Who likes sweet/who likes sour?Sam and Dave aren’t great fans of sweets, they mostly eat sour dishes..

11- Who likes horror movies/who likes romance movies?Both of them wouldn’t watch romance that much, but Sam would watch horror, she’d be putting the C.D in the video player excitedly, saying:“let’s see who’s the scary cat..”, while she grabs the popcorn and sits tight, Dave sits next to her and they both watch the movie

12- Who is smol/who is tol?Both of them are pretty taller than average, Dave is the taller though, a trait that makes Sam wanna be more careful at her boy before he gets flirted by some barbie girl at Venice beach

13- Who is considered the scary cat?Neither

14- Who kills the spiders?Dave does, even when Sam faces the most vicious criminals, she wouldn’t stay in a house where there might be a spider in it 🕷, every girl is disgusted of insects, it’s in her genes, However, it would be the perfect opportunity for Dave to play knight in shining armor and kill the spider:)

15- Who is scared of the dark?Neither

16- Who is scared of thunderstorms?Neither

17- Who works/who stays at home?Both of them works

18- Who is the cat person/who is the dog person?Both Sam and Dave are a dog person

19- Who loves to call the other cute names?Sam does, she’s already called Dave “hotshot”, “cufflinks”, and “pretty boy”

20- Who is dominant/who is submissive?Both of them aren’t dominant, they aren’t submissive too, although, Dave is the one who listens to Sam more

21- Who has an obsession (over anything)?They’re too busy with work to have an obsession over anything

22- Who goes all out for valentines day?Dave does, he’d buy Sam flowers but still blushes when he asks her out and gives them to her..

23- Who asks who out on the first date?Dave would ask Sam on a date, while it isn’t the first date since he already took her once to Elliot’s (yes that was a date)

24- Who is the talker/who is the listener?Sam is the talker, she says a lot of what’s on her mind to Dave, while Dave is the listener who is the one who understands Sam truly, he listened when she told him about her father figure “Bill Holton”, he listens to her theories and conclusions.., Dave sees her as a tenacious marshal who’s got the heart and will to conquer whatever she’s put ahead of her, that’s why he’s the listener, and he did ask her once:“how do you do it Massey?”

25- Who wears the other ones clothes?Neither of them would wear the other’s clothes, even when Dave wouldn’t mind giving Sam his shirt

26- who likes to eat healthy/who likes junk food?They both do eat junk food, but only when at a hurry, Dave and Sam would have to look out for their muscled bodies and keep eating what’s healthy to boost their physical abilities, like steak..

27- Who takes a long shower/who sings in the shower?Dave is the one who’d take a long shower and is the one who’d sing in the shower too, Sam would hear it.., she’d keep doing what she was busy with, but will secretly enjoy the voice of her beloved

28- Who is the book worm?Neither of them is, they’re too busy with their jobs to read

29- Who is the better cook?Both of them aren’t professional cooks, but Sam is the one who’d make Dave some of the recipes she’s known from home

30- Who likes long walks on the beach?Both of those two would love long walks on the beach

31- Who is more affectionate?Dave is, he’d be the one that Sam would turn to once she is uncomfortable or remembers about her mentor and father figure’s ominous fate, he’d hold her in his warm and strong arms trying to make her feel better

32- Who likes to have really long (deep) conversations?Neither of them, they’re not too talkative

33- Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/who would wear “sin” t-shirt?Dave would wear the “not guilty” t-shirt and Sam would wear the “sin” t-shirt

34- Who would wear “if lost return to..”/who would wear “i’m…” t-shirt?Sam would wear the “if lost return to Dave” t-shirt, while Dave would wear “i’m Dave” t-shirt

35- Who goes overboard on the holidays?Neither

36- Who is the social media addict?Neither of them are addicts, but they do know what’s going on on the social media

37- Hight difference or age difference?Dave would be taller than Sam by 10 cm and would be a year or two older

38- Who likes to star gaze?Dave does, he’s someone who looks at everything around him and analyzes it into conclusions, even the people, that’s why he’d have a lot of thoughts when star gazing..

39- Who buys cereal for the prize inside?Neither

40- who is the fun parent/who is the responsible parent?(Answered before)Sam would be the responsible parent who is overprotective but doesn’t take “no” for an answer, while Dave is the fun parent who would team up with their kid against Sam, he is easily drawn by their puppy eyes and plays with them the hole time he’d be able to spare himself from work

41- who cries during sad movies?(answered before)Dave does, Sam would give him the witty comment while he pretends like it’s too dusty, but Sam knows what’s gonna happen so she keeps a box of tissues nearby..

42- who is the neat freak?(answered before)Both are neat, but the real freak is Dave, since he is a detective, he has so much running in his mind, that’s why he’d suddenly get up and start vacuuming, it helps him organize the theories in his mind, doesn’t necessarily solve a murder, but slows the racing thoughts..

43- who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other?(answered before)Sam does, she’s an expert shooter and always up for a challenge, she would stop at a game and wins the biggest stuffed animal at the astonishment of other players, the two then leave the game when Sam walks with ego while Dave carries his stuffed animal

44- who is active/who is lazy?(answered before)Both are active, they are solving one crime after another and catching criminals constantly, they can never rest until their suspect is caught and done with, Dave is the one who likes to let loose though, he has a blanket in his car cause he sometimes takes naps on his breaks.

45- who is more likely to get drunk?(answered before)Sam is more likely to, she can sometimes get out of line and drink a little too much, while Dave tells her:“are you sure you wanna have another drink?”, she doesn’t listen and he ends up putting her arms around him as she holds on tight and he walks her to the car, Dave puts his arms around Sam in return as he enjoys the embrace that he wouldn’t get much of it when she’s fully awake, however, the next morning, Sam wakes up tucked in bed and had slept soundly, but would still be wondering why Dave’s suit jacket is hanged on the rack at the corner of the room

46- Who has the longer food order?Sam, she’d mess with the restaurant’s waiter telling him so many special requests on her order, she’d have had a conversation about L.A’s hospitality earlier with Dave, and would challenge him by ordering many dishes with additions of her choosing that makes the order take too long

47- Who has the more complex coffee order?Dave, he likes his coffee to be perfectly done as he prefers

48- Who loses stuff?Neither of them

49- Who is the driver/who is the passenger?Mostly, Dave is the driver since he knows the roads of L.A, while Sam is the passenger, but she wouldn’t accept to be one always

50- Who is the hopeless romantic?Neither

#Sam and Dave

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5hfanfiction · 8 years ago

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Too Close To Home - Chapter 19

“Alright, that was great,” The producer said after Lauren finished singing her verse in the booth.

“Actually, can I re-do it. I feel like I hit the not a little too low at some of them,” Lauren asks.

“It was actually perfect, but sure.” The producers replays the song.

We had spent about 12 hours and counting in the studio. We arrived at around 9am, and we worked through the day, only to stop to eat and rest. The first 6 hours were spent on the music for the song while the other 6 were spent on alternating the lyrics we had written so that it fits with the music.

We decided to add quite a lot of musical instruments in the mix but still has that sense of sadness, with piano leading the music.

The producer we are working with is probably one of the easiest and chill one ever. I’ve known him since last year when I started my album and I thought that he could help with this one too. And I was right.

I walk over to the systems in front of the booth and hold the button so Lauren could hear me, “Lauren, you really don’t have to push yourself, just relax.”

“I know, it’s just… It’s nerve-wrecking, you know? I’ve been in this business for quite some time and I know what to do, but this feels different. Because now, it’s a song that we’ve personally written. So I want it to be perfect.”

“Yeah.. I know, I was like you when I first started. How about…” I say, pondering over what to suggest, “we take a break for 5 minutes, it really does change your performance,” and I walk over to the door beside me for her to walk out.

She didn’t answer but accepted my offer by walking over to the couch and slump down.

We sat there quietly for a few minutes, not saying anything to one another, until my manager and a few representatives from my label walk into the room.

They stroll over to us while I chew on my fingers, nervously anticipating what they’re going to say.

It could be because of what Dua and I did yesterday, acting all couple-y and all.

After the event ended yesterday, my twitter notifications had gone through the roof, making my phone app crash once in a while. At one point, my name and Dua’s trended worldwide. Dua was ecstatic and said that it was a job accomplished while I was scared of what the label might do in response to my behavior.

The media had also taken it into account, publishing news after news of what might be happening between us.

There were some, however little, who were pretty rational - or ignorant if you prefer - who has said that it was probably a scheme because we might be making a song together, so this was the boost we needed.

Although there were tons of rumors going around, surprisingly, there weren’t any negative ones. All of them consist of support if I were to ‘swing the other way’ because Dua and I were a hot couple.

If only they knew.

“Camila,” Roger starts, “We had a few meetings with Fifth Harmony’s label and their management about the song and everything.”

“We still think that it’s a great idea, but we have another proposition,” a woman in a white silky blouse and pencil skirts asserts.

“We have decided that after the end of the first leg of your tour, we want to sort of fuse Fifth Harmony and your concerts. They’re about to start their tour after their album is released at the same time the second leg of your tour is starting. So then, if you decide to add this song to the setlist, Lauren could come and sing along with you. Neither of you guys are the opening for the other, because both Fifth Harmony and you will be headlining the tour. Like the Justin Timberlake and Christina Aguilera one time a decade ago or the Demi and Nick Jonas one.”

“So what do you think?” Roger asks once they were done explaining, “We already asked the girls from Fifth Harmony, excluding you Lauren, and they thought it was a great idea. So we just need both your approval before we start to inform it publicly.”

By the time Roger stopped, Lauren and I look at each other, a smile creeping up to both our faces, only to look back at Roger.

“Yes!!!”

***

“Are you going back to your hotel immediately after this?” Lauren asks once we’re safely buckled inside the car.

It’s around midnight now and we have finally finished the song. We haven’t fully listened to the song since the producer is still perfecting it but we would be able to get something sometime this week.

We’re sharing the car since it makes sense because Lauren’s hotel is near mine and it saves gas and ergo, saves the world from the global warming; at least that’s my excuse anyway. In truth, I just want to be with her, even if it’s just for a short while.

“Yeah, probably.”

“Well, do you wanna join me binge watching TV shows back in my hotel room?” Well then, I guess she wants to be with me too.

“Would Lucy mind?” I ask, playing with my fingers by entangling it on my lap nervously.

“Why would she mind?”

“Well, considering you’re both engaged, it’s likely for you guys to share a room together,” I explain softly, trying hard not to sound bitter about it. Just the idea of them together in the same bedroom, doing God knows what, makes my heart clench painfully.

I mean, I know for a fact that they’ve done it, obviously, but it still doesn’t lessen the pain I have to endure every time I think about it.

“Oh… No, yesterday after the KCAs, she had a flight back to New York, she didn’t even touch the bed since she came here same day the KCAs were on,” she assures.

“Well then, I guess it’s alright. But I have to ask, is it gonna be American Horror Story? Cause I can’t if it is, I suddenly have to walk my fish.”

“Honestly, I was thinking of Friends for a minute there, but I think you’re onto something,” she teased, tapping her index finger on her chin repeatedly as a mean of thinking, looking up to emphasize her brainstorm. “Heh, we’ll see..”

***

“Lauren, I fucking hate you,” I groan, pulling the sheets to my face to cover my face with it as the show starts. I was in the toilet whilst Lauren was picking what show to watch. Clearly, the trip to the bathroom was a mistake.

“What why?” She questions innocently, chuckling softly as my body shakes from fright.

“Why do we have to watch American Horror Story? We can literally watch anything. Please…”

“But it’s starting.. I mean, you can leave if you want. You know where the door is,” she lays back, making herself comfortable on the bed with a soft smile plastered on her face, knowing that I wouldn’t go out because the show has started and I’m too much of a chicken to walk past the TV to the door. Not to mention the dramatic background music that’s currently playing.

Now I know why Lauren picked the side nearer to the door.

Lauren had placed the remote far away from my grasp - on the table near the TV - so the only thing I could do is hide under the comforter until the credits roll around. But the suspense is just too much sometimes that I can’t help but look up to the TV once in a while, only to squeal loudly every time I do so, making Lauren laugh at my antics.

Throughout the show, Lauren and I have gone incredibly close physically, only an inch or two separating us.

It’s not that it’s intentional, it’s just that it gets scarier as the show moves on.

I mean, there’s a fucking ghost in the morning, what kind of rubbish is this?

At one point, I pushed Lauren off the bed accidentally because of the sudden blaring sound effect, making a loud thud as Lauren’s voluminous ass collided with the floor.

“Camila, what the hell?”

But before I could reply, a shriek blasted through the TV, making me shriek back in response and slide from the bed to the floor where Lauren is currently at, hugging Lauren koala-style while shaking uncontrollably without realizing that I’m crossing the boundary.

Lauren laughs softly and stood up with me still wrapped around her. She sits back at the bed, shifting her body to lay me down on the bed, my eyes closed shut painfully. She takes the comforter from the floor and drapes it around me and herself.

She finally lays back down on the bed and moves her hand below my neck to move me closer to her, draping her arm around me protectively, making me rest my head on her chest. She takes one of my hand and move it across her abdomen comfortably, entangling our legs.

She is still calmly watching the show, laughing at times which makes me question what her sense of humor is. My eyes never opened after that shriek and eventually made my body weak and sleepy.

While the show continues, I drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke later in the morning, I was still cuddled to Lauren in the same position we were in when I fell asleep.

The TV was turned off and she had changed into a tank top and shorts, but other than that, it was all the same.

Lauren is still sleeping soundly, breathing evenly against my head.

Slowly, I raise my head from her chest to look at her face from my vantage point, watching Lauren sleep peacefully.

Even if her captivating green eyes are safely tuck under her eyelids, I still think she looks beautiful. She looks pale in contrast of her raven hair messily sprawled on the pillow, making her hair, eyebrows and long lashes pop out more from her white porcelain skin.

Just staring at my ex while she’s asleep, not weird at all.

I feel her stir under me at that thought. Scared of getting caught, I do the one thing actors always do in movies after staring at a person who’s asleep, I lightly move my head back to her chest, pretending to be dozed off still.

After about 2 minutes, I feel her stir once again, and this time, I know she’s fully awake.

She slowly moves my head away from her chest, bringing my head to the pillow while my hand is still draped on her stomach.

I feel her eyes studying my face, just like what I did when she was the one sleeping. Her hand moves to my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. She then starts to caress my cheek lovingly, making the cells on the parts she has touched on fire.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers softly with a sigh of defeat, moving to sit on the side of the bed. I hear her pick up the telephone and called room service.

“Hello.. Yeah… I would like to order room service… Two people… I don’t know, I can’t find the menu… Just bring two sets of five random breakfast meal and a jug of orange juice… Oh, and a bunch of bananas too…. No, just bananas…. Yeah… Alright, thank you.”

Well then, I guess since she expects me to stay still, there’s no need to fake a sleep.

I stir awake, stretching to emphasize that I have just woken up.

I open one of my eye sleepily as Lauren leans on the headboard, a small smirk touching her lips as she looks at me.

“So… How was feigning asleep? Tiring I hope..”

***

“What are your plans this month?” She asks with her mouth full, barely audible.

We’re sitting in the small dining table that leans against the huge window, across from each other while we eat our breakfast meal. Clearly, Lauren had ordered a tad bit much.

I’m not complaining though, I can eat it all with no problem.

“Well, the last concert for the first leg of the tour is on the 15th so I’m probably gonna focus on that first. Sofi’s birthday is today so I’m gonna call her sometime later. But since I won’t be able to be there til I’m done with my tour, my parents are postponing her birthday party to April 17th, which is around the time I’ll be back. Where are you that day? If not, you could maybe attend the party. She misses you a lot,” I ask with a hint of hope that maybe, if the universe want us together, that she would be in Miami.

“Actually,” she says, taking a sip of the orange juice off of her glass, “I am going there.”

“Really?” I ask incredulously, wiping my face with a napkin after I empty the dishes, taking a few sips of the orange juice.

“Yeah, I’ll probably go. I miss Sofi too.”

“What are you doing in Miami?” I ask softheartedly, confused as to why she’s coming back the same time I am.

“Uhh… Lucy and I,” she starts, whispering inaudible words right after.

“What?”

“Lucy and I are gonna talk to our parents for our wedding date,” she answers louder, her face looking apologetic.

I should’ve seen this coming. They’ve been engaged for more than a year so it’s bound to happen some day.

I just thought that maybe, now that we’re close, she would be thinking twice about marrying Lucy.

It’s not that I don’t want her to break up with Lucy really, but I don’t know, Lauren’s actions lately looks like she’s into me more than she is into Lucy.

I should’ve known better. Because now, I feel my heart breaking for the umpteenth time. And it’s all from Lauren.

They’re going to be official.

I divert the topic to a more lighter one, not wanting Lauren to see the hurt on my face. I laugh, I smile, I talk as if I was unfazed. When in truth, all I wanna do is run away from the suddenly suffocating room and Lauren.

Thankfully, Lauren didn’t catch on and thought that I was okay. Even if all I want is to escape, I couldn’t. She doesn’t deserve it, she doesn’t deserve a reaction from me. So I stayed for another 30 minutes.

When I was out the door though, my eyes starts to water; collecting tears. A sob was choking on my throat, begging to come out.

Another door across from me opened but I couldn’t see anything, my eyes were too blurry from the unshed tears.

“Camila?” Dinah asks, concerned and confused. I couldn’t reply, my sob still in the back of my throat. Apparently, Dinah understands my difficulty because she walks over to me and hug me tightly.

My legs failed me once I felt the support from Dinah but thankfully, Dinah is strong enough to carry me all on her own.

She slowly walks in to her room, closing the door after we’re fully in and over to the couch, allowing me to sink down on it, with her still wrapped around me.

This time, I let go, letting my emotions run wild with everything in me while Dinah holds me consolingly. My sobs erratic against Dinah’s chest, trying to choke in oxygen, my tears drenching Dinah’s shirt, making tear stains on it.

Lauren had thought about marrying Lucy, even after everything.

Just as I feel my heart start to piece back together, she runs back in and shatters it before the last piece was safely placed.

But then again, what else is new?

#UPDATE #series #non AU #camren #angst drama #romance fluff #submission #Too Close To Home

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