#she puts him in a skirt & she sees herself in a mirror and starts crying

[bloodiedbeloveds]

no but actually we are so serious about bigender aggressively outdoorsy very southern john. someone else write this so we don’t have to

[freakassfemme]

beloved butch abby and her soft femme

a/n: yeah, this is a self indulgent as fuck drabble <3 this is heavily inspired by my own relationship so sorry if it gets too niche </3 my fiancé and I just have a running joke about how much they are like abby so it kinda veered off that way. I still think its rly cute regardless

how you meet! <3

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who manages a nice cafe a few streets off of downtown in a big city somewhere on a northern coast. she's stumbling in the front door, grumbling about how the delivery trucks always drop packages out front instead of the back when she sees you.

sure, she's used to tourists, but it's fucking february. hardly anyone is traveling, let alone for anything beyond the major sights, and you're sitting in a booth, sipping on a hot latte with lipstick stains on the mug and clasping your hands like a princess as you look over your scrapbooking supplies. yeah, you're a local.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who doesn't even bother trying to get your number at first. she's too busy with the cafe, with lev, with crippling debt from her attempt at medical school before her dad passed -- at least, that's what she tells herself and her coworkers who catch her ogling you when you show up more and more.

she notices some pins on your tote bag when you come up one day, listening to you chat to the barista and waving them off each time they ask her a ridiculous question like what syrups do we have, playing stupid so she is forced to interact with you.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who just can't resist you when you start showing up more and more, so she goes home and listens to chappell fucking roan because she sees a pin on your bag. she hates it, but one day, after a month or so, she adds it to the morning Spotify shuffle, and just turns and smiles and says "me too" when she hears you telling the barista how much you love my kink is karma.

"oh my gosh, really?!"

yeah, everyone knows that's bullshit.

dating! <3

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who surprises you with full on fucking roses every date night, which are often on Wednesdays, because she loves taking you to karaoke nights. no, she doesn't sing, but she'll hold up your mirror for you to check your makeup before you run on stage, singing something adorable like from the start by Laufey.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who is always so delighted when you swing by midday, dropping off a handmade lunch in a cute little metal bento box, even if she's covered in flour. she'll bring you to her office, give you a little somethinggggg sweet to hold you over, make you a coffee and send you on your way.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who is so scared to have you meet lev, her fingers are physically shaking when you two are in the same room together for the first time. lev is a little suspicious of you at first, but quickly becomes well-adjusted when you start sending baked goods home with abby for him as well.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who comes over to your apartment in a black tank top and sweats, hair messy whenever (yep! you guessed it!) the sink is clogged, because city plumbing is terrible and she's fixed them enough times at work to be able to save you from a regular bill each month. plus, the way you thank her is always payment enough

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who nearly fucking cries when you make her a homemade Christmas stocking. lev doesn't celebrate, and without her dad, she hasn't found a reason to do anything like that just for herself. so on Christmas morning, when she carefully shakes out a set of matching heart-shaped carabiners, yeah, she does cry a little bit.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who shyly comes out of the bathroom one day holding some chest tape, asking if you’ll help her put it on because “for some reason the right side is halfway on but I put it on backwards on accident so I can’t get the plastic off so—“ (obviously you help her)

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who offers to buy you tennis skirts, athleisure dresses, fucking lululemon or whatever it is that will get you to come to the gym with her, even just to sit on her lap when she does hip thrusts. she loves sending you mirror pics after leg day, and yeah, you of course die every time.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who weaves through crowded downtown like it's nothing with you on her arm and two tote bags of your mail hanging from her arms when you finally get around to sending it out. she insists that she doesn't mind the little canvas bags with their floral prints.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who wears her beat up brown leather jacket like she's trying to run through the fabric. Lets you help her condition the material and put on patches, and even goes so far as to wrap you up a matching red one for your birthday that year.

as for her other clothes, she's constantly wearing little holes in the elbows and knees that you're more than happy to stitch up for her, and she swears her heart flutters every time she catches a glimpse of the woven embroidery thread in a green tee shirt or wool sweater.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who goes feral for the type o negative/out of the fire TikTok trend. she doesn't have her own account, but when you show her the videos of girls in their dainty Mary Janes stepping on to leather or work boots, she agrees without batting an eye, much to your surprise.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who slips a tag with your name on to it next to her other dog tags, keeping it like a secret special token on her necklace.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who lets you do her hair sometimes, even though she's perfectly fine at it herself. she just adores those sweet late nights in her bedroom where you're rubbing some warm-smelling lotion into her back and weaving her hair back into place.

nsfw! <3

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who is a god damn sucker for praise and worship, both ways. she feels like you two are the only people in the world when she's on her knees, hands inching under your skirt and up your thighs while you purr sweet things in her ear, and she's telling you all the things she wants to do to you.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who definitely talks you through it, and is constantly astonished by just how into her you are.

"oh, fuck baby -- you're dirty, jesus,"

"she's so needy for me, huh? you gonna let me take care of her, baby?"

"mmpf, thank you, thank you--"

"fuck, i know baby, i know. you can, i know you can. you're taking it so well, let me do it f'you. shit"

-`♡´- beloved butch abby whose hand nearly rips the mattress open the first time you're sat in front of her, leaving little lipstick marks on her strap as you work your mouth around it, making a slobbery and moaning debauched version of your pretty self for her.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who lets you slip a finger between her legs while you suck her strap, lets you push it inside while your mouth pushes the base of her strap against her clit until she's shaking and stuttering and practically face-fucking you.

yeah, she stays strapped up on dates, too.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who has a mean 3 finger combo that she'll pull out absolutely anywhere - in the back of her truck, on the kitchen counter, in the bar bathroom, wherever she sees fit.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who takes mirror selfies while you're riding her, or just in her lap, sucking on her neck or looking shyly back at the mirror. puts her huge ass hand on your ass, squeezing it and saves the photos for her own personal spank bank. the arch of your back drives her crazy.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who melts so easily under your prettily-painted nails, dragging down her abs while you murmur how handsome she is right into her pussy. her legs twitch, and god, she's trying so hard not to fucking crush you (not that you'd mind), but she about loses it when you ask her to sit on your face.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who hoists you on to her shoulders against the inside walls of her office, the door locked shut and your hand clamped over your mouth during her lunch break. covers up any stains on her shirt with her apron, acting like she needs to work up another batch of something while you're prancing out breathless and pink in the cheeks.

-`♡´- beloved butch abby who lets you play Jesse Jo Stark when you fuck in the backseat of her truck, hands intertwined and leaving palm prints on the steamy windows while you eat each other out in parking lots, murmuring I love you's while the truck rocks back and forth.

[g1rlr0b1n]

Look guys!!! It's G1rlR0b1n 💖💖💖 (bet you didn't know this is what my handle meant lol)

Yet another commission by the super talented @tamdrry!!! (this was done a while ago I just hadn't gotten around to posting it)

So, there was actually a fic that was supposed to go along with this but... I never got around to finishing it 😭

If you want to see what I had planned to write you can check it out under the cut. 👇

One of my personal headcanons is that Damian is nonbinary (or trans but for this particular story, just nonbinary for now)

Anyway, he starts to discover this after spending a lazy afternoon with Cass and Steph in Cass's room.

They're cleaning out her closet and think it'd be fun to play dress up with her little brother. He relents because he likes feeling included and he enjoys their company and doesn't 'want to mess this up'. They're several piece swaps and a whole makeover in when the girls finally settle on what they have decide is the perfect 'fit. Damian turns to see himself in the mirror, mini skirt, crop top, fish nets, combat boots, smoky cat-eye, glossy lips, and he just…freezes… doesn't react… until he does. He starts to cry and flees from the room. The girls don't know what to do but they run after him. He nearly knocks Bruce over in the hallway, then the girls come storming after and he stops them.

Bruce: what's going on?

Steph (she looks worried): we were just messing around, we didn't mean to make him cry!

Cass (also upset and crying herself): we didn't mean to hurt him.

Bruce: ok, let me talk to him. Go back to your room, we'll chat in a bit. Try to calm down, ok?

The girls nod reluctantly but turn and go back to Cass's room. Bruce had long suspected that Damian may be having a difficult time with self-discovery from little things he's picked up on and from when he was at that age himself. he had a feeling something like this would be coming sooner than later, after all, emotions and individuality were not traits looked highly upon by the League of Assassins… or (he admits) with the Batman. he knocks on his door and when there is no answer he peeks in. Damian is sitting on the carpet in front of his floor length mirror.

Bruce: hey chum

Damian:

Bruce: can I sit down?

He says nothing again but scootches over slightly

Bruce: you wanna talk about it?

Damian:

Bruce: Cass and Steph think they've upset you.

Damian shakes his head: I'm not mad at them. (He emphasizes the word 'them')

Bruce: are you mad at yourself?

Damian nods but says nothing else. Bruce pulls him into a hug and he allows it, buries his face into him, cries, and Bruce just holds him there. They say nothing else until Damian finally let's go an eternity later. Bruce tells him he won't make him talk about it and he won't make him explain himself to the girls but he is going to tell Cass and Steph that he isn't upset with them unless he would like to do it himself (he'll tell them nothing more than that, he emphasizes). Damian's not ready to face them, he tells his father he can relay the message, and he does, later once Damian has asked to be left alone. The girls are relieved, they don't ask questions, they respect Damian's privacy. It's one of the reasons why Damian loves them.

A week later Bruce takes Damian to go to a fashion show with him, he goes because his father has been nagging him to put more effort into him public persona long before this anyway. There he sees androgynous models wearing mashups of typically male and female clothing and something starts to click. He feels seen for the first time but the feeling is uncomfortable and he begins to sink into himself, Bruce pulls him into his side, and he doesn't pull away.

Another week goes by and Damian comes home to find a large box on his bed, tied up with a large red ribbon. There is a tag that just reads, "fighting evil by moonlight". He opens the box and there is a new Robin uniform inside reminiscent of one of his favorite characters, Sailor Moon. The tears he cries are from happiness this time.

[screamintoad]

I Wish I Was You

A/n: I started this ages ago but since I’m stuck on bed rest I finally finished it, hence the pacing changing about halfway through

  The SDC has come to an end and the team has returned to campus. Some with heavier hearts than others about the events that had transpired. Blanche solemnly followed behind her peers to their dorm. She lagged behind Epel as Vil and Rook led the way to the mirror portal. Rook was the first to notice her change in demeanor, he continued walking but turned to look at her. He took note of her slouch and dragging footsteps. “Is everything okay, Petit Rouge?” Now Vil paused his steps altogether. “Blanche?” He called out a little louder than Rook’s question. “Hm?” Blanche blinked and shot her head up from the floor. “What’s up?” She wondered. Vil sighed and shook his head. He waved for Epel to go on ahead through the mirror. Epel rolled his eyes but a stern look made him go. Vil turned back to Blanche, “What’s up is you. You’ve been out of it since we got back.” He looked between the mirror and the bottom of the stairs leading from the mirror chamber. “Do you want to go to your special spot?” He asked, any possible criticism is long gone. She glanced in the same direction as him. “Are you sure?” Her voice faltered, “After everything that happened I want to make sure you’re okay.” Rook noticed the atmosphere and also went through the mirror.

  Vil gave her a closed smile, “I’m fine. If you need your time then take it, just don’t be out too long after dark. You’re still my sister after all.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “By bond, not blood.” Blanche stated. Vil shushed her, “I’ve had a long week let me have this.” They laughed at their antics and finally Blanche took a step back down, “Thank you, I…think I need to clear my head.” Vil nodded along. “Go on, but remember what I said. Don’t be out too long after dark.” “I won’t.” She assured him. At that, she made her way back down the stairs and out of the mirror chamber.

  She ventured past the gates that surrounded the campus and continued on her way down an overgrown path. Soon enough she made it to a clearing in the forest that showed off a beautiful meadow. She fell back onto the soft grass and let out a sigh she didn’t realize she was holding. She pulled herself up to sit and pulled her knees toward her. The thoughts of this week’s events came flooding back to her. The SDC, losing the SDC, Vil’s overblot, almost losing Vil. It was all too much.

  Too much in such a short time.

  Tears slowly began rolling down her cheeks and onto her skirt. A nearby bird chirping caught her attention until a hand reached out to wipe a tear off her face. Blanche jolted before seeing who it was, a pair of familiar aurora eyes shone brightly in the sunlight as they peered into her own violet ones. “Are you okay?” His soft voice wasn’t strange to her but this time it was laced with concern. “Uhm…yes, yes! I’m fine. Thank you Silver.” A moment passed with him examining her every move. She felt her face flush with embarrassment and huddled closer to herself. “You seem physically fine. What happened to make you cry?” She waved him off. “It’s nothing you need to fret over.” 

  He shook his head and sat beside her, “It’s not “nothing” if it made you upset.” She dug her nails into her palms and chewed the inside of her cheek. 

  Casted in the warm glow of the meadow, the two blurted out a statement that the other couldn’t believe, “I wish I was you.”

 Blanche’s expression widened into shock, “What? Why? I’m a mess, I’m sometimes rude and brash.” Silver put his hand on her shoulder to pause her prattling. “Those are true, but you’re also incredibly kind and honest. I wish I could make friends as easily as you.” Blanche forced back a smile, “And I wish I was as brave and strong as you. Maybe then I could’ve saved Vil.” Silver shook his head, “I don’t think anything could’ve changed those events.” Blanche quirked a brow, “You know about his overblot?” He nodded, “The young master mentioned it when he came back to the dorm. He said that Rory had told him about it when he arrived.” She hummed in acknowledgment. 

  A few moments of silence passed before Silver spoke up again. “You’re so bright and warm towards the people around you. Even if you don’t know them, you’ll still help out those in need. That’s admirable. I wish I could do it as well.” Blanche couldn’t hide her smile anymore, “If anything you’re more admirable, with your bravery and courage, your kindness and honor. You’re the epitome of a knight out of a fairy tale.” The young man shared her smile.

  They basked in the peace until Silver began to doze off. Blanche didn’t notice until she felt his head flop onto her shoulder. She looked between him and the setting sun before begrudgingly shaking him awake. He jolted upright and looked around as if something was going to attack him. “Everything’s fine! You fell asleep so I woke you up. That way you’re not heading back to your dorm too late.” She assured him. Silver sleepily nodded. He dragged himself up to his feet and held out his hand to her, “Let me escort you to the mirrors, please. I don’t quite want our time to end yet.”

  Blanche’s face felt like it was on fire, she could only imagine how red her face was. Yet, she still gently took his hand. He pulled her up onto her feet and she knew one thing. 

  If anything were to happen, she would be safe with him.

  They continued some small talk as they walked. In the glory of the setting sun, silver admired gold and gold loved silver.

[sl-newsie]

Cool Your Jets- Ch. 3: Let’s Dance (Riff x newcomer)

I finish cleaning up my sad attempts to make dinner and then go to freshen up when I hear a knock on the door.

“Riff, if that’s you I’m gonna rip your arms off-!” I hiss as I yank the door open, only to find a dark blue swing dress with a note attached to it.

Marilyn,

Anita made this for you! She wants you to show those Jets who’s boss! See you at the dance!

Maria :)

A smile grows on my face as I take the gorgeous blue dress inside. There’s a dotted pattern on the skirt and low-cut bodice, and like my other new dress it’s very flowy. I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to repay Anita for this! I slip it on with a tulle petticoat and twirl in front-a the tiny bathroom mirror. After some makeup and a halfway-decent hairstyling I think I’m ready, and I almost feel too dressed up. Back in the country, simply wear’n a dress with no mud spots on it was fancy enough, but I know city folks got higher standards.

As I head out I remember that I’ve got no clue where this place is, so I decide to go with my intuition and follow a group-a dressed up Puerto Ricans to a school. I wish I could go to school, but since I gotta pay rent there’s no use try’n to squeeze in time.

Inside I can already hear blare’n swing music and the sound-a lots-a people talk’n and laugh’n. I stick to the wall and scope the gym out, noticing that the Sharks and Jets have divided the room.

“Marilyn!”Maria rushes up, dressed in white, and engulfs me in a hug. “You came! And you look wonderful!”

“Of course she does!” Anita walks up, she herself wear’n a black and red dress.

“I must admit, amor- this it definitely the best dress you’ve made.” Bernardo smirks. “Sorry about earlier, chica. I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

I wave it off. “Nah, it’s fine. I’m new here same as you, more water under the bridge. I haven’t been to a dance in months, so let’s dance!”

We group together and walk onto the dance floor, and I notice that Anita and Bernardo take no regard for the line separating the Sharks and Jets. I feel awkward just stand’n here by myself, so I just stay off to the side.

“Hey! Ya made it!”

Mouthpiece runs up with a big smile on his face. “How’re ya supposed to dance when you’re tucked away in the corner? Come dance!” He takes my hand and starts lead’n me to the center-a the room.

“Uh I donno, Mouthpiece. Everybody here’s dancing so intense, and back home we’ve never had social events like this-”

“Just relax! Have fun!” Mouthpiece jerks my arm and sends me falling towards the floor, only to scoop me back up and twirl me around.

“Aw- oh- Oh my God!” I cry as he lifts me up. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m dancing with a pretty goil!” He grins as he twirls me again.

I chuckle sarcastically. “You’re too kind, Mouth!”

“That your new nickname for me?”

“No, it’s just that you can sometimes have a big mouth.”

“Aw!” He dramatically clutches his chest. “I’m scarred beyond repair!”

“Get over it!” I playfully push him and he takes me in for anodda dip.

“I’ll take over from here.”

We both turn and see Riff standing next to us with an amused smirk on his face.

“Jeez, boss. We just got started,” Mouthpiece whines.

“I’m sure Velma wants a fella to dance with,” Riff waves him off. Mouthpiece leaves after giving me a quick look of apology. Now Riff turns to me and offers a hand.

I put my hands on my hips. “Why on Earth would I dance with you after that? Mouthpiece invited me to a nice dance, and now you come here all high-and-mighty try’n to cut in!”

“I just wanna get to know the new goil in town. C’mon, ya won’t regret it!” He winks.

Cautiously, I look around and spot Grazi with anodda Jet.

“Won’t your goil get jealous?”

Riff follows my gaze. “Grazi? Nah, Diesel’s keep’n her company. Right now I’m all yours.”

I give him one more skeptical look, then roll my eyes in defeat. “Fine.”

He takes my waist, a lot more snug than Mouthpiece I might add, and starts waltz’n us all over the room.

“Took a while to find ya! You been look’n for me?”

“When I came I expected to find the leader of a stubborn gang.” I shrug.

He laughs. “Oh really?”

I give a devious smirk. “I’ve been trying to find him, but all I can see is a cleaned-up Jet boy.”

“Ey! Get away from her!” Bernardo comes up and shoves Riff away from me.

“You got a problem, amigo?” The Jets leader pushes Bernardo and they both start circle’n each odda.

“Guys, just stop it!” I try to break them up but it’s no use.

“She’s with us, punk!”

“That’s funny ‘cause last I checked she was meet’n with us!”

“Guys!!” I get in-between them and they seem to remember I’m still there. “I’m here for everyone! Can you guys just go ten minutes without fighting?”

“Hey, hey, hey! Everybody please calm down!” A chaperone comes up to stand in the middle of the Jets and Sharks mob. “There are beautiful goils here that wanna dance, can’t we all just get along?” He goes to talk more about social rules, but then-

“There you are!” Anita comes over and yanks me over towards Maria on the sidelines. “What are you doing? I suggest you stay with Maria and Chino until this mess gets settled.”

Maria huffs. “Anita! We want to dance!”

Anita shakes her head as she heads back to dance with Bernardo. “You can, away from the Jets!”

I sulk in the corner as a massive dance-fight takes place: Sharks vs Jets.

“¡Oye, Javi! Ponle fuego, ¡vamos!” Anita shouts.

Maria and Chino eventually join in, but me being alone leaves me awkwardly pacing back and forth.

“Mambo!”

“Mambo!”

“Go!”

As I watch the dance break out, I can’t help but be a little bit jealous of Riff ‘nd Grazi. She looks like she’s having so much fun, but Riff seems… distracted. He keeps look’n at Bernardo, and Bernardo keeps look’n at Riff. I gotta say- he ain’t a sight for sore eyes. I can understand why Grazi keeps him so close, and can’t help but feel sad that I don’t got no fella to call my own.

I make my way to the back, but then Riff seems to recognize someone next to me. He leads Grazi over, leaving me to stiffly loiter around and stare at the ground.

“Tony! Ya made it! I knew you’d come!” Riff beams with joy. He pulls me forward and gestures to a tall, dark, and handsome guy. “Marilyn, this here’s Tony. One-a the Jets’ founding members and my best friend! Tony-” He gestures to me. “This is Marilyn Jackson. Just moved here from upstate, so we’s make’n her feel welcome.”

Tony shakes my hand. “Pleasure to meet ya! I’d ask ya to dance but I promised my parole offer I wouldn’t get too involved with social events. I only came ‘cause Riff said I would-”

“And ya still came!” Riff smiles.

Tony gives him a glare. “Only for half an hour. I’s here for you, not to cause a rumble!”

Riff shrugs. “Ya can’t back outta this, buddy boy. Soon as the coast is clear we’s meet’n the Sharks to set it up.”

My face twists to a confused expression. “What’s a rumble-?”

“C’mon Riff, let’s dance!” Grazi grasps Riff’s wrist and pulls him back to the crowd, leaving me with Tony.

“Is he always this reckless?’ I ask.

He sighs. “Ever since we was kids. I was the one to hold him back, but since I’s been gone I fear that Riff’s been get’n outta hand.” He looks around the gym, then says: “I think I’m just gonna drift around ‘nd make sure the Jets play fair, if ya get my drift? You go on ahead- enjoy yourself!”

I go back to watching everyone jive and dance, and wondering what other odd characters I’m gonna meet in this city. I’m already caught between 2 gangs- what else is in store for Miss Jackson?

“You wanna dance, buddy boy?” I hear Riff jab- most likely at Bernardo.

Uh-oh.

I try to get closer to the clump-a angry dancers, but the chaperones and policemen are block’n my path. Once I do make it through, an argument’s already panning out.

“But I wanna dance! Riff, you said we could dance!” Grazi wines.

“I know, I know doll. Lemme just-”

“No! I’m sick-a this!” She shoves him and storms past, but then turns back. “We’re through!” She glares at me. “He’s your problem now!”

I just stare wide-eyed as people around me begin to argue, until Anita comes over and guides me into the hallway.

“Come, chica. This is no place for a young lady.”

I shake my head. “Is it always like this? Stupid gangs ruining social events?”

Anita nods. “I’m afraid so. All we can do is try to calm them down when it’s over.”

She goes off to the bathroom to fix her makeup, while I go sit next to Maria in the hallway. But she seems… distant.

“Maria? Are you ok?”

She nods, but then seems to rethink and shakes her head.

“Maria, what’s wrong?”

“I- I danced with a Jet boy,” she whispers. “And… I think I like him.”

I frown. “Who?”

“I think his name is Tony?”

“Oh, Riff’s friend! I kinda know him, he seems nice. What’s wrong with that?”

“Because Bernardo hates him! He hates all the Jets.”

I notice Tony walk up with Riff and the odda Jets as they go off with the Sharks.

Anita huffs. “Come, Maria. We’ve had enough drama for one night, so let’s head home. You coming, Marilyn?”

I look back and forth between the Jets that are still present and Anita. “Sorry Anita, but I’m gonna stay a bit longer and keep the guys in-check. You go on and get home safely.”

She nods and starts guiding Maria away, leaving me standing next to Tony.

“Buenas noches, Marilyn!”

“G’night, Maria!” I call back.

“Maria? Maria…” I see Tony get a dazed look in his eyes.

I wave a hand in front of him. “Uh, Tony? Earth-to-Tony? Ya with us?”

He blinks. “Marilyn? Have you ever heard-a luv at foist sight?”

“Uhh,” My eyes widen and my jaw drops. “Kinda?”

Tony gives a dopey smile. “Then I think I’m in luv! Marilyn, I just kissed the most beautiful goil I’ve ever met, and her name’s Maria!”

I gasp. “Maria? You mean my neighbor, Maria?”

“She’s your neighbor? Wow, you’re lucky!”

“She was just talk’n ‘bout you!” I hiss, look’n around to make sure nobody’s listen’n.

Tony gawks at me. “She was? What’d she say?!”

“I ain’t gonna be spill’n gossip- it’s just plain evil!” I cross my arms.

“Aw, c’mon Marilyn! Please! Does she luv me back? Did she like dance’n with me?” His smile fades. “Or- or does she hate me, and never wanna see me again…?”

I hold my hand up to steady the poor guy. “Alright, alright, fine! She luvs ya! Just don’t go have’n a meltdown on me! I got enough emotional baggage as it is!”

Tony’s face looks as if he’s been born again. “In that case, I’m gonna go find her!”

He starts off towards the exit, leaving me nearly speechless.

“Tony- Tony! Ya can’t just track her down! That’s creepy-!”

But it’s too late. Tony’s already head-over-heels and is out the door.

“Marilyn!”

Riff, now look’n more smug than ever, strides up. “Where’s Tony? He's gonna miss the meeting.”

I point to the door. “Just missed ‘im.”

Riff shrugs. “Guess I’ll have to fill him in later. Right now I gotta go meet with Bernardo.”

“Ay ay! Leave her alone!” Anita comes up and waves him off. She leads me away, but not before I look back one more time and see Riff air-kiss me goodbye.

As he turns to leave, Anita scrunches her face. “I suggest you stay away from that Jet boy- Riff. He’s no good for you. I’m going to tell Maria the same thing about her Jet boy- they’re all the same.”

“Tony’s not. He’s not like them, and he wants noth’n to do with the Jets. He’s only here because he’s their friend.”

“Once a Jet, always a Jet,” Antia argues as Bernardo strolls up to us. “Hola, mi amor! I left Maria with Chino.” She points at me. “And came back for you because Bernardo said he just scheduled a rumble for tomorrow night, and I do not want you around those Jets!” She walks off again, and that word keeps ringing in my head.

“A- A what?” I frown. “I’ve heard that word before… Riff mentioned it…”

Bernardo nods. “It’s a rumble, señorita. An all-out fight between gangs when only one comes out on top. We just planned out with the Jets for tomorrow night, so I suggest you stay in unless you want trouble.”

Bernardo storms outta the room with Anita, leaving me alone to think over this idea until Mouthpiece finds me again.

“Hey! I lost ya! Where’ve ya been?”

“Do you know about the rumble?” I ask darkly.

Mouthpiece opens his mouth, then shuts it again. “Who told you?”

“Bernardo.”

He scoffs. “Figures some PR would tell ya.”

“Is it really that bad?” My voice is uneven.

He avoids my gaze and nods. “Yeah, it can get pretty bad. That’s the reason Tony got locked up ‘cause he nearly beat a kid to death last year.”

My hand flies to my mouth. “Death? Mouthpiece… I don’t want anyone to die, is there any way to settle this without fighting?”

He smiles a little. “Ya worried ‘bout me, doll?”

“I’m serious! None-a you deserve to die! I could talk to Bernardo, he might call it off…”

“Fat chance.”

I roll my eyes. “What ‘bout Riff? If I could talk to him-”

“Ask and ye shall receive.” Riff strolls in, leans against the wall, and motions for Mouthpiece to leave. “Ya look’n for me, beautiful?”

I storm up to him and poke a finger at his chest.

“So. Tonight was all a ruse to plan a fight. And all for what? Territory? Because Tony danced with Maria?”

“That’s the broad’s name?” Riff asks with a scrunched face.

I smack him and start to breathe heavily.

“I was right. The rough gang leader was here tonight- a wolf in sheep’s clothing. You should be ashamed of yourself. They have every right to be here, same as you!”

Fed up with this, I storm off outta the gym and into an alley, all the while ignoring the faint calls from the aggravating Jet leader.

[simpforchuchu]

Merry Christmas I Tsuji x y/n

For Kels <3 Merry Christmas Honey 🥺🥰🌸 @babyboybinbin

a/n: Hi I was your secret santa and wanted to write a fic for you 🫡 It is all fluffy and soft 😭 I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰 @

Warnings: none, just fluff

The young girl looked at the clothes she was wearing and smiled. She remembered that day again with her white skirt, cream colored t-shirt and long white coat.

For the first time, the princess of White Rascals would not spend Christmas evening with her brother and his friends. Even though Rocky didn't like this situation, he couldn't say no when he saw that she was so willing.

He knew her boyfriend, and although he didn't like the boy from Oya at first, he could see how much he loved his sister. And when he saw that he was not like the other Oya delinquents, that he was actually a very mature boy, he started to love him.

The most important thing to Rocky was his sister's happiness. And he could see how happy this tall boy made her.

While watching herself in the mirror, the young girl noticed her brother smiling at her from the door. She turned to him smiling.

“This will be the first Christmas evening I don't spend with you, I'm sorry.”

Rocky smiled and walked over to his sister and caressed her cheek.

“As much as I don't like it, I guess I should accept that you've grown up. Have a nice evening.”

Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around her brother's waist.

“And tell that bastard that if he brings you back too late, there will be consequences.”

Although he trusted Tsuji, Rocky was a protective brother. And he couldn't prevent his tone from becoming serious as he said these.

Y/n nodded and smiled. Tsuji's gift was on the bed, and there were a few more bags next to the bedside table. She found the one for her brother in the bags and handed it to him.

Rocky smiled and took the gift from the young girl's hand. He leaned down, gave his sister a small kiss on her hair and opened the gift.

There were two photo frames in the package. One of them had an old photo of y/n and Rocky when she started elementary school. In the second frame, there was a picture made by the young girl. The same photo was sweetly drawn by her hand.

Rocky couldn't help but smile when he looked at the gifts in his hands. His eyes were burning, but he wasn't going to cry in front of her. He caressed the frame with his fingers and smiled.

“Beautiful , thank you kiddo.”

Y/n smiled and nodded. He held out the bags next to the bedside table.

“I bought small gifts for everyone, their names are written on them. Can you please give it to them for me?”

Rocky nodded. He took the bags in his hand. With one hand he pulled out a small gift package from his pocket and handed it to y/n.

“I'm not as creative as you, little one, but here's your gift.”

Y/n giggled and took the gift. A small jewelry box was found inside the package. Inside is an expensive pearl necklace.

She looked at the necklace with a smile. It was really elegant. She slowly took it in her hand and handed it to her brother.

“Can you help me put it on?”

Rocky smiled and put the necklace in the young girl's hand around her neck. Y/n was such an elegant and beautiful girl, the necklace looked amazing around her neck.

Y/n smiled and thanked him again. Rocky hugged her again then walked out of the room and y/n continued getting ready.

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Tsuji was still busy cooking at home. He was trying to cook all the dishes he knew for her and wanted to set a wonderful table.

He took the meat out of the oven and placed it on the table. Since they were underage - and he was afraid Rocky would kill him - he put y/n's favorite juice on the table instead of drinking alcohol. Plates, forks, dishes… everything was ready. His parents weren't home and Tsuji couldn’t book place at an expensive restaurant. So he invited her to his house.

He looked at the large mirror next to the door. For today, he was wearing clothes that he thought looked good on him - because y/n said so. He braided his hair the same way it was when they first met.

He checked the candles on the table again and smiled when the doorbell rang.

His heart was beating so fast...

When he opened the door, he looked at the young girl's face, wrapped in her coat and covered with a scarf, and smiled.

“You must be so cold, come on in, baby.”

Y/n smiled and took off her boots, setting them aside. She took off her scarf and smiled widely.

"I miss you."

Tsuji smiled at the sweet voice of the young girl and leaned down and gave her a small kiss. Then he hugged her tightly.

“I've been waiting for this day for a long time. Let's have a great evening, baby.”

Y/n shook her head.

“My brother must really love you, but I still shouldn't go back too late.”

Tsuji chuckled and nodded. He pointed to the young girl's coat and when she took it off, he hung it on the hanger.

Tsuji always found her stunningly beautiful. But when he saw the clothes she was wearing he couldn't help but smile

"These…"

Y/n smiled. She was wearing the same clothes she had worn the day she first met him.

Tsuji and y/n had met at a music store a year ago, the day before Christmas. They were there that day to check out the new album of a singer they liked. They both reached for the last album at the same time and looked at each other in surprise. Tsuji pulled his hand away and smiled. Y/n shyly pulled her hand away and apologized.

The young boy knew that he did not have money to buy that album that day. He would save some money and come again. But there was only one copy left from the first print of the album. And he had let y/n have it.

They talked for a long time that day about the songs they loved. Koo was watching the two from afar and waiting to intervene if he sensed the slightest danger.

But Tsuji was a kind boy. Y/n didn't know he was from Oya. In fact, he didn't treat girls the same way he treated boys.

Tsuji couldn't understand what she had to do with white rascals when Koo came back and said they had to leave.

But he was brave. Maybe he was stupid. When he asked the young girl for her number, he didn't know that she would give it to him, but the young girl gave it without even hesitation.

And he and Koo had to look at each other for a while…

The young boy smiled as the memories came to his mind. Time was passing really fast.

“You are still so beautiful.”

Y/n smiled shyly and hugged the young boy around the waist. She buried her head in his chest and mumbled

"I am so hungry"

Tsuji laughed and caressed her hair

“I cooked a lot of food for you, I hope you like it.”

Tsuji chuckled as Y/n looked up in surprise.

"Yes I did"

~

The young girl looked really happy while eating the dishes. And she ate with appetite. Tsuji was watching her with a smile as she finished her plate and held her stomach.

“Babe, everything is delicious… Ahh, I love you”

The young boy laughed and shook his head.

“If you want to rest for a while, then we can continue eating again.”

Y/n shook her head sadly.

“I want to eat them all, because you made them for me.”

Tsuji smiled and stood up from his chair. The romantic dinner remained a pretty sweet moment. When he came in front of Y/n's chair, the young girl looked at her boyfriend, not knowing what will he do.

The young boy gently took his girlfriend in his arms and smiled

“I want to show you your gift”

Y/n wrapped her arms around the young boy's neck and smiled. She looked up and waited for him to kiss her, and when she got what she wanted, she grinned even bigger.

“I thought my gift was food”

Tsuji laughed and shook his head. He placed her on the sofa and sat next to her. He opened the laptop on the table in front of him and opened the file titled “for y/n.”

Y/n's heart was beating so fast she thought Tsuji could hear it. She hugged his arm and looked at the screen.

Tsuji clicked on a file, a sweet melody spread throughout the room. She knew that Tsuji loved making music. She guessed that he was singing a song for her. But what she didn't know was that he had written a song for her.

The young girl smiled with the unfamiliar but sweet words and the voice of her lover. She was surprised but she was listening to the song with a smile. Tsuji was watching her.

When the song ended, y/n had tears in her eyes. It was the most meaningful gift for her. She wanted to hug the young boy's arm tightly and hide her face.

Tsuji smiled and pulled her into his lap and hugged her tightly.

“I hope you like it baby.”

Y/n hugged the young boy tighter.

“It was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard in my life, you are so cruel, how will my heart be able to handle such sweetness?”

Tsuji chuckled and stroked her hair. He gently placed the young girl on the sofa and took out a small box from his pocket.

“I bought this too, just in case”

Y/n pursed her lips and sniffed. Tsuji laughed at her reaction and opened the box. There was a very sweet and elegant necklace inside.

The necklace was a chain necklace. She thought she could wear both of them together because they were not similar to her brother's.

“This is so beautiful… Tsuji… Why are you so perfect?”

Tsuji smiled and gave the young girl a kiss. He took out the necklace from the box, put it around the young girl's neck and placed another kiss on her hair.

“The most precious gifts from the two most precious people in my life. I'll take good care of them, baby, thank you."

Tsuji smiled and nodded. The happiness on his girlfriend's face made him happy too.

"My turn!" y/n shouted happily and got up from the couch and brought the package she left aside.

"I have two gifts too," Tsuji smiled.

“Open this first, my love.”

Tsuji laughed and nodded. When he opened the package, he saw the album they had wanted to buy that day. Y/n explained as she looked up with a smile.

“This album is from the first edition, it was not easy to find but I thought it would be meaningful”

Tsuji smiled and said a small thank you. He caressed the young girl's cheek and smiled.

“I can still remember every detail of that day, I fell in love with you at first sight”

Y/n smiled and held out the second gift. Tsuji gently opened the package and looked at the picture inside in surprise.

This was the picture of the moment they first met. It wasn't hard to understand that the two people in the drawing were y/n and tsuji. It depicted the moment when the two reached for the album and looked at each other.

The young boy knew that his girlfriend could draw. But this… This was really nice. Y/n smiled when he looked with tears in his eyes.

“Merry Christmas baby, I love you so much.”

[m00nz-writes]

All I Want is You - Blackened Angel chap. 9

Summary: After revealing how she really feels to Ethan, she and him go out on a proper date. And a special someone joins the family at Devil May Cry.

A/N: I suck at writing dates, which is why I never wrote a chapter about the concert date. I decided to at least try but I managed to make it clunky as always. Less conversation is better, right? lmao

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Alyssa hadn't expected to be so nervous about the date. She and Ethan had been on several "dates" before, so she figured a real date wouldn't be that difficult... but she had to fight off the anxiety that filled her entire being as she prepared for the day and tried to look decent.

She rarely questioned her style. She loved to dress in her scene/emo kid meets kandi kid style, a mix of darker clothing and colorful accessories that balanced her darker style with the colorful likeness of the rest of her family. It was something she had always prided herself on, but now? Well... now she wasn't so sure. She was going on a real date and she was afraid that her usual style would be too much. Alyssa looked through her closet before deciding to just try to wear the red dress Trish had bought her for Nero's wedding. She had never worn it again, so why not give it another chance?

As she put the dress on and looked at herself in the mirror, her eyebrows furrowed as she studied herself. The dress had long sleeves and the skirt ended just above her knees, it also had a built-in petticoat that made it look a bit fuller than it actually was. Lyss sighed as she grabbed some necklaces and put them on before checking herself again. She still felt extremely uncomfortable in a dress, it just wasn't who she was, so she finally gave in and changed out of the dress and into a more comfortable outfit that still relatively fit the energy of the restaurant they were going to.

She smiled a little at the black skinny jeans, pink and black striped sweater with rolled up sleeves to better show off her amazing array of bracelets. She grabbed a pair of pink high top canvas shoes and slipped them on before standing up and starting to really work on her hair. She teased it to make sure it stayed in style before using some hairspray to make sure it stayed in the style she'd put it in, smiling at herself in the mirror as she looked at herself. Maybe it wasn't the most fancy, but she felt really comfortable in it.

Alyssa walked to the door, grabbing her purse and picking up her wallet and cell phone as she left the room and walked down the stairs. She glanced over at the desk to see Dante fast asleep at it with one of his tasteful magazines over his face. Alyssa rolled her eyes before she walked over and grabbed the magazine and rolled it up, slapping him in the face and startling him awake as he looked around before he looked up at her and sighed, rubbing his face.

"You going out?" he asked as she nodded and put the magazine down on the desk, slinging her purse over her shoulder.

"Yeah. Ethan's meeting me soon." she admitted as he smiled a little and patted her arm.

"Be safe, kiddo." he said before she gave him a small kiss on the cheek. She waved as she left the office and headed down the stairs before making her way to the garage and pushing it open to see Nico working on the RV and Nero helping her with her work. Nero glanced over at Alyssa and raised an eyebrow when he saw that Alyssa looked a little more prim than usual.

"Are you going on a date?" he asked and she hummed, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"Yeah... can I borrow your car again?" she asked before Nico slid out from under the van and looked at Alyssa.

"You ain't gonna screw in it, are ya?"

"Nico!" Nero yelled as the gunsmith looked up at him. "She's 15!"

"No, Nico. I'd rather not carry a parasite for nine months." Alyssa said irritably before looking at Nero. "So can I?"

"Go ahead. Just don't crash it." he took the keys out of his pocket and tossed them to her as she caught them with ease and made her way to the car.

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Alyssa got out of the car with Ethan as they walked up to the restaurant. It wasn't anything too fancy, but it wasn't a casual place either. Ethan held the door open for her as she giggled and went inside, the Seer following behind her before she grabbed his hand and waited beside him as they waited to be seated. A waitress finally came by and led them to an empty table, placing the menus on the table as Ethan quietly thanked her and sat down. Alyssa sat across from him, setting her purse down with a small smile on her lips.

"Can I start you off with something to drink?" the waitress asked and Lyss looked up at her.

"Do you have a strawberry milkshake?" she asked with a small smile and the woman nodded and wrote it down. She then looked at Ethan, who smiled awkwardly and looked at the menu for a moment before looking back at her.

"Water's fine." he said as she nodded and walked away. Alyssa giggled as she looked over at him and raised her eyebrows as she put the menu down.

"You sound more nervous than me." she teased, making him look at her before he laughed softly.

"I'm really nervous..." he admitted as she hummed and gave him a smile, resting her chin in her hand.

"Don't be." she assured him before he buried his face in the menu, too embarrassed to look at her as she chuckled and picked up her own menu. She looked through it before settling on something simple, since she wasn't that hungry. She put the menu aside and looked out the window for a long time until their drinks were brought. The waitress took their orders before she left and Alyssa grabbed her milkshake and took a sip.

"You look really nice..." Ethan said quietly as she looked at him and smiled, resting her chin in her hand again.

"You look nice too." she winked at him, and his face began to heat up as he sipped his water, trying to ignore the fact that he was getting more and more nervous. Alyssa giggled and looked out the window, watching the people and cars that drove by. She found it extremely difficult to talk in this situation because she was so worried about how she would appear to him when she could usually talk to him so easily.

She looked back at Ethan and pursed her lips when she realized that he was as uncomfortable as she was - if not more so. She frowned a little as she thought of ways to make this less awkward. They worked best together when they could just talk normally without worrying about being "proper".

"So... Comic-Con is coming up soon," she said as the seer looked at her. "I was thinking about getting tickets early..." she shrugged a little and looked down at her drink. "I was wondering if maybe you and Benny wanted tickets."

"I thought you and Benny weren't talking." Ethan muttered as Alyssa shrugged.

"Well, he's your best friend and I'm going with Kimmie and her boyfriend Damien, so I don't want you to feel like a third wheel." she smiled softly as Ethan nodded slightly, sipping his water as he thought for a moment before speaking.

"Why don't you and I go together?" he offered while she snorted a little and raised her eyebrows.

"Wouldn't Benny be upset?"

"We don't have to do everything together." he assured her before she nodded and smiled even more.

"Alright. I'll get us tickets then..." she sipped her milkshake and hummed. "I'm gonna wear a costume because Kimmie and Damien are going in costume too."

"What are you going as? Maybe we can match." he smiled as she nodded in agreement.

"I'm going as Phase 3 Noodle. I really like how she looks and I think you'd be adorable dressed up as 2-D." she said as he chuckled and smiled even more.

"Why am I not surprised?" he teased before their food came and they both thanked the waiter. Alyssa looked down at her food and smiled a little before she started eating, enjoying how good it was for such a simple meal.

They ate in silence for the rest of the meal, concentrating more on their food than on conversation. At least it didn't feel nearly as awkward as before, and all it took was for Alyssa to perk him up with something they both liked. Sure, she wasn't nearly as into comic books or other "geeky" things as he was, but she could appreciate them for what they were.

When they finished eating, Alyssa pulled out her wallet as the waiter gave them their check. She looked it over as she sipped her milkshake and took out the money she needed, plus a nice tip. She set it down and put her wallet back in her purse, finishing the milkshake as she stood up. Ethan followed and walked out with her as she waved to the staff and stepped out of the building and back onto the street.

"I could have paid." Ethan commented as she waved her hand dismissively.

"Consider it repayment for the tickets you got for the concert." she said, kissing his cheek as his face turned pink and he smiled at her.

"You don't have to pay me back..." he shrugged before she hugged his arm and giggled.

"I want to." she admitted as he looked down at her. She smiled up at him before planting a kiss on his lips, resting a hand on his face as he returned the kiss properly. They pulled away, smiling at each other as she held his hand and pulled him to the car. She unlocked it and got in while he went to the other side and got in, strapping himself in. Alyssa started the car and drove off, not really knowing where she was going, but going anyway. Ethan didn't seem to mind since he seemed to be content just to be with her.

As she drove, she thought about where they should go so they could just relax and hang out. She finally decided to go to the park because it would be a nice place to just talk and have fun. Alyssa pulled into the small parking lot and turned off the car as they walked into the park, which was empty due to the late hour. Lyss sat down on the grass and Ethan followed suit, sitting next to her as she looked over at him and smiled, running her fingers through her hair.

"It's a beautiful night..." Ethan thought as he looked up at the clear sky. Alyssa hummed and moved closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder as he looked down at her and smiled a little.

It was nice to finally relax and feel like a normal teenager. No demons, no supernatural disturbances, and no jobs. Just spending time with someone she really liked and enjoyed being around, it felt almost freeing. As if her problems couldn't reach her in the little world they had created for themselves. Alyssa pressed her cheek even more into Ethan's shoulder as she allowed her eyes to close. The teenager beside her smiled a little and gently took one of her hands, intertwining their fingers as they sat in silence.

Alyssa felt like it had been too long since she'd been able to really slow down and enjoy life. She squeezed his hand a little as she opened her eyes and looked up at him, smiling softly before leaning forward to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

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Alyssa couldn't help the smile that stayed on her face the rest of the night after she took Ethan home. Sure, they'd been on a lot of "not dates," but to go out on a real one was amazing. They'd spent so much time in the park, just enjoying each other's company and talking about whatever came to mind. It was just like any other day for them, but this time it was real and it was obvious how they both felt.

As the daylight streamed through the curtains, Alyssa reluctantly opened her eyes and looked toward the window to see that the curtains had been drawn and that a familiar redhead was in her room. Lyss pushed herself into a sitting position as she rubbed her face and yawned, stretching properly as the woman turned to look at her with a friendly smile.

"I'm glad you're awake. Lady let me in, I hope you don't mind." she said as Alyssa waved her hand dismissively and climbed out of bed, pulling open the canopy.

"Please, you're one of the few good things to happen to this family, Kyrie." she murmured wearily, rubbing her eyes again. "I'm just wondering why you're here."

"Well, Nero wanted to stay in Whitechapel for a while... so I decided to come with our daughter. That way we won't be separated for too long." she explained as Alyssa smiled softly and went to her closet to change into something for school.

"The power of true love." she joked, pulling on a pair of pink and black striped tights under a pair of black shorts. She pulled on a distressed t-shirt over a pink tank top before pulling on a jacket, exiting the closet and rolling up the sleeves of her jacket so she could put on all of her bracelets.

"Nero told me you had a date last night." Kyrie commented as Lyss looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. "It was your first date, wasn't it?"

"Yes. And it went great." Alyssa shrugged and applied her makeup before flinching as she nearly stabbed herself in the eye with her eyeliner. Kyrie rushed over and helped her with her makeup as Lyss smiled softly. Kyrie had always been like a big sister to Alyssa, something she had always longed for. She didn't blame Nero for falling madly in love with her because she was the perfect person; kind, nurturing, protective and all around a very strong-willed person. She was someone Alyssa always looked up to and aspired to be like, despite her brash nature.

"You look wonderful." Kyrie said as Lyss looked at herself in the mirror and smiled a little. It was a much more toned down look as opposed to how extreme she liked to do her eyeliner with multiple dots as well as occasionally adding the fake stitched smile that her favorite band was known for. Even though it wasn't necessarily her style, Alyssa liked how it looked on her.

"Thanks, Kyrie." she murmured before the woman gave her a hug. Lyss giggled and put her hands on one of her arms, enjoying the sentimental moment before the door opened.

"I'm driving you to school. Hurry up." Nero called from the doorway before Kyrie pulled away to join her husband. Alyssa waved her hand and rolled her eyes at her cousin before turning to face him.

"I'm going as fast as I can." she replied, finishing her makeup with some lipstick and a thin layer of mascara. She started working on her hair, tugging it here and there to make sure it held the style before spraying it and fixing a few spots while the spray dried. She stood up and grabbed her usual canvas shoes, slipping them on and tying them up before grabbing a couple of necklaces and putting them on, choosing not to grab the amulet as she didn't want to risk losing it.

"Alyssa, hurry!" Nero yelled from downstairs as Lyss screamed dramatically and grabbed her bag.

"Didn't you hear me through that thick skull of yours?" she yelled, running down the stairs as Dante chuckled at the argument.

"Don't kill each other." he commented as Nero pushed Alyssa forward as the teenager snapped at him and tried to bite his hand. The hunter glared at her before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder as she kicked and screamed, kicking her legs as he carried her to the garage as Dante and Kyrie laughed at them.

[i-am-baechu]

Warnings: Sex scene ( Y/N loses her V-card in Jungkook's birthday week lol)

The white walls of the hotel room weren't comforting Y/N the way she wanted. The walls only reminded her of the time she spent with Jungkook in his hotel room. Moments that made her so happy but they were ripped away from her so fast she couldn’t process anything. She Really loves Jungkook and she honestly thought their relationship was getting stronger as time passed. What went wrong? Did she make him feel unwanted? She shook her head and looked down at the floor with a frown as a tear came down.

He was the first guy that made her feel so special and she thought she was making him feel the same. Apparently not. She wiped her eyes roughly as she looked up at the ceiling. All those times that Jungkook would comfort her whenever she felt anxious she took it for granted because now she doesn’t know what to do. She got up from the bed and entered the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw how tired she looked. Even though she didn’t cry that much, it was enough to wipe away her makeup. She couldn’t let him see her like this, she didn’t even want to see herself like this. She grabbed her makeup bag and set it on the countertop. She took a deep breath and looked at the mirror. She stared at herself for a few seconds before fake smiling into the glass, she had to practice for tonight. 

Mae sighed to herself as she put her phone in her pocket. She glanced at Y/N’s door and her concern started to cloud her thoughts. All she wanted was for Y/N to be happy because Y/N has always taken care of her, no matter what. She wanted to do the same but Y/N was making it hard by locking herself in her room or in this case in her hotel room. She knew how much she loved Jungkook and vice versa and she just wants them to be together again. She hated to admit it but Jungkook was a good guy and was perfect for her best friend. He brought out a somewhat confident and sociable Y/N, something she has never seen from her before. 

She sighed again and made her way to the door with the dark wood looking at her, mocking her. She slowly brought her fist up and gently knocked on the door, “Y/N?”

“Yeah...”

“Yoongi is coming and we're going to walk over to the dorms okay?”  

“Oh, let me get my things, I’ll meet you out there.”

“Okay.”

Mae smiled at this and nodded her head trying to be positive, She sounded somewhat excited, that’s good. She went back into the living room and sat on the couch staring at the glass coffee table. She felt so helpless with the whole situation. She just wanted everything to go back to normal or somewhat normal. 

She heard a knock on the door and she smiled at this and her heart started to beat faster. She got up and quickly made her way to the door with a hop in her step. She opened the door and she immediately ran into Yoongi’s arms. He held her in his arms and tightened his grip as her face was nuzzled in his neck, “I missed you so much. You look so beautiful baby.”

“Fuck, I missed you too, Yoongi. Promise me we’ll never be away from each other for that long again.”

“Of course, my love.”  

They released each other and she leaned forward giving him a quick peck making him smile in the kiss. She took his hand and brought him inside the hotel as he looked around the living room with a raised eyebrow, “She’s still in her room?”

She sighed and nodded her head towards her door, “Maybe if you knock on the door, she’ll come out?.” 

“You want me to be the bait?” 

“Yes? You're a sexy bait, does that make you feel better?” 

He rolled his eyes at her and made his way to the door. He took a breath and knocked on the door, “Neh, Y/N. It’s me, Yoongi.” 

“Oh, I’m coming out!” 

She opened the door with white flats in her hands and he watched the fabric flow around her gracefully. The dress hugged her perfectly and she looked beautiful, he smiled at her and grabbed her hand gently, “You look really pretty, Y/N. How’s it been?”

She picked up her skirt as she rubbed the little bit of lotion on her leg and she looked up at Yoongi with a frown, “It’s been going...okay. Congrats on Butter, I’m proud of you.” 

He smiled at this and opened his arms out towards her, making her smile. She dropped her skirt and ran into his arms as he let out a small laugh. His tight hug made her feel safer and she remembered the real reason why she was here, “Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot that you guys are here for us. We all apperactice it, let's get going.” 

She nodded her head and swallowed her spit when she heard Yoongi say “we” with some aggression. She grabbed her purse and she smiled when she saw Yoongi wrap his arm around Mae’s waist and kiss her forehead. It was cute but it also broke her heart because that was something that Jungkook used to do with her. They walked across the street to the dorm room and the nerves were killing her. She felt like she was sweating and the feeling of wanting to cry because of how nervous she was. She’s been waiting to see Jungkook for weeks now but she couldn’t tell if it was the excitement to see him or the closure she wanted from him that was causing the nerves. 

Yoongi glanced at Y/N before glancing at the door, “We’re here.” When he said this, his glance on Y/N lasted longer making her look away from the stare because she knew what he was doing. He opened the door wider for them to enter and she swallowed the spit that was lingering in her mouth. She entered their large dorm and she looked around to see all the members scattered around the room but she stopped moving when she saw Jungkook in the corner with a drink in his hand talking to Taehyung. She quickly looked away when she saw his head turning towards her and put her full attention on Jin who was sitting on the couch talking with Yoongi who had Mae sitting on his lap, When did they move? Jin glanced from his shoulder to see a nervous Y/N standing at the entrance. Jin immediately stood from the couch and opened his arms to her, “Come here!” 

She smiled at this and ran towards with her arms around his waist as he patted the top of her head, “I missed you Jin...”

“I would miss me too.” 

When they let go of each other, she glanced at Jungkook again and her eyes widened when she saw the differences in his appearance. He had a piercing in his eyebrow and his bottom lip now had a silver ring around, making her imagine how it would feel when kissing. He was wearing a loose tank (something he rarely wore) that showcased his tattoos perfectly. She felt her face turn redder when she saw him bite the lip ring but she quickly looked away when she saw him glancing at her. This made Jungkook frown and continued his conversation with Taehyung with his heart broken even more. 

“You okay?”

Jungkook gave him a sad smile and nodded his head, “I’m okay now that she's here..”

Jin grabbed her hand and brought her on the couch as Namjoon and Jimin followed. Namjoon gave her a small smile and handed her a bottle of water, “Thank you for coming Y/N. We all wanted you to be here.” 

She gave him a quick smile and opened her bottle to drink. She glanced at Jungkook and then back at Namjoon, “That’s really nice of you but I don’t think everyone wanted me here...”

He shook his hand at this and gave her a look that she couldn’t figure out, “No, I meant what I said.” 

She nodded her head and looked down at her feet, “Okay, Namjoon...”

She looked back up to see Namjoon talking to Jimin and she just sat in the middle as everyone talked to each other. She kept looking down at the coffee table or at her feet feeling out of place. She sighed and she made her way towards the bathroom unaware of the stares on her back. She closed the door and she sat on the toilet as she took a deep breath. She gripped her dress as she stared at the floral design on her white skirt. Why did she feel so out of place? She missed everyone but for some reason she felt like she wasn’t meant to be there. It wasn’t a good feeling to have and she hated this feeling. 

There was a knock on the door that made her jump at the sudden noise. She sighed and looked at the door, “Yes?”

“Y/N is everything okay?”

“I’m okay, Mae. Just taking a breather, I’ll be out there soon.” 

“Okay...just text me if you need anything.”

“I will!” 

She heard the footsteps and she leaned against the toilet looking at the ceiling with a frown. She didn’t mean to make everyone worry and now she feels bad. She knew if she stayed outside she would’ve had a panic attack and she didn’t want them to see her like that. She put her hair up in a low ponytail and wiped the sweat off the back of her neck. She stood up and walked out of the bathroom and gave everyone a smile, “Sorry...”

Jungkook quickly whipped his head when he heard her voice crack and saw her hands shaking in her lap. She sat next to Jin and he watched his hyung grab her hand rubbing her knuckles. He wanted to kick himself because that was supposed to be him but he was also angry at himself. He was the reason why she was feeling this way and she didn’t deserve this. 

She glanced at him to see his worried eyes and her heart fluttered at the sight. She quickly looked at Jin and smiled, “Are you okay?”

“I just needed a moment to myself, sorry.”

Yoongi shook his head at this and gave her a soft smile, “Y/N, it's okay. We just want the best for you.”

She nodded her head and she glanced again at Jungkook to see him having a soft smile on his face as he looked at her. She returned the smile at him, something that made him shiver, “I’m okay...”

An hour later, she was finally feeling comfortable around everyone and this included Jungkook. She was laughing along with whatever jokes they had and she honestly was having a good time. She headed towards the kitchen to get another bottle of water while Jungkook sighed to himself rubbing his knees to gain the courage to talk to her. Thinking it was the perfect time to talk to her but his thoughts stopped him from moving. What if she didn’t want to talk to me? What if she walked away from me? He missed her so much but what happens if she doesn't even feel the same. What if- It wasn’t until Mae flicked his forehead that took him out of his deep thoughts, “Go now.”

The growl from her made him flinch and he nodded his head with a scared look, “Okay…”

He stood up and felt all their eyes on his back but he didn’t want to turn around to look because it would make him sit back down. He walked into the kitchen and he stood in the doorway admiring her. Her dress showcased everything perfectly. Her figure, her grace and not to mention her breasts looked great but he couldn’t get distracted by her beauty. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and walked further into the kitchen, “Neh, Y/N…”

She stopped in her tracks and turned towards him. Her eyes widened at the sudden voice, scared but it slowly went away, “Huh? Ye-yes, Koo-Jungkook?”

“I-I need to talk to you, please. If you let me.”

She stared at him with wide eyes and looked down at the counter as she nodded her head, “Oh...okay.”

“Can I take you to my dorm, so we can talk?” 

“Okay...” 

The warmth of his hand around her wrist brought butterflies to her stomach. She missed his touch so much. She missed the security that he would give her on days she was feeling low. She missed the way he would push his hair back to give her a full view of his forehead making her kiss it. She missed the way they would watch Harry Potter videos on youtube together. She just missed him. He took her out of the kitchen and headed towards his dorm. She ignored the stares from the others and continued to look down at her feet, once in a while glancing at Jungkook’s back. 

When she heard a door open, she finally looked up to see his place. She didn’t even realize they walked outside because she was so focused on her thoughts and his soft touch. He let go of her and realized that they didn’t even change out of their house slippers. Probably because he was in a rush to have alone time with her, “Aish, sorry. I have more slippers, let me get them.” 

She nodded her head and stood at his entrance waiting for him to return. She glanced down at her wrist and she wrapped her hand around it, smiling to herself. It felt unreal to her that he was in front of her but she quickly put her wrist back to her side when she heard footsteps. She looked up to see him with white slippers and she bowed her head at him, “Thanks...” 

She took off her slippers that she had on as he did the same and the silence between them was making the air feel heavy. They walked into his living room and sat across from each other as she looked down at her fingers, unsure of what to do or say. Jungkook saw how nervous she was and it reminded him when they first met making him smile but he quickly wiped it off, “Y/N...I’m such an ass.” 

She looked up from her fingers and blinked her eyes at him with a shock expression, “Please don’t say that about yourself.” 

“No, Y/N it's true. The last conversation we had, I was a dick. I have to be honest with you because not having you in my life...even though it was short, I hated it. Fuck, I hated it so much Y/N.” 

“Jungkook...please don’t be so mean towards yourself. I-”

“Please let me talk....” 

She nodded her head and got up from her spot to sit next to him with worried eyes. He watched her grab his hands and he let out a deep laugh but there was nothing funny in this moment, “God, even now you're caring for me after everything. Y/N, I told you I would do anything to protect you. I thought if I pushed you away then I would protect you from this sasaeng.” 

“Sasaeng?” 

“When we first started going out, I started getting these weird messages. I kept ignoring them because I was so happy with you...fuck, I was so happy. It wasn’t until they sent me a picture of us inside your apartment and I-I got so scared. They kept telling me to leave you but fuck Y/N, I...I love you so much that I didn’t want to leave. Y/N, I love you so much and I still do. It got worse because this person said they wanted to expose you to the public and I thought if I just became mean to you and broke up with you in a harsh way then I would feel better but it was stupid of me to do that to you...I just wanted you to be safe and in the end I hurt you and myself. I’m...I’m so sorry, Y/N.” 

Her eyes widened at his confession and tightened her grip around his hands, “Jungkook...I’m so sorry you had to go through that....You love me still?” 

He looked over at her and saw her soft smile making him smile, “Y/N, you're supposed to be mad at me...but yes, I love you so fucking much that I would do anything for you.” 

She shook her head at this and rubbed her thumb over his knuckles, “Jungkook, you were only doing what you thought was right. I wish you would’ve told me but I understand why. Jungkook I-I...I love you so much too. I can’t believe you had to go through that all by yourself, I’m so sorry that you had to go through that..Jungkook, you have to tell me these things though. We’re a couple and we tell eachother things, okay?” 

It was his turn to have his eyes widened and look at her, “You love me? And of course, Y/N. I won’t hold anything back anymore, never again.”

“Of course I do. Nothing in this world would change my mind. Jungkook, if you hide things from me again like this...I don’t know if I’ll forgive you so easily next time.”

Jungkook nodded his head and let go of her hand making her eyes widen at the sudden action. He went down onto his knees in front of her grabbing her hands as he gave her a serious look, “Y/N, I’m so sorry for everything. I wish I could turn back time and be open with you instead of pushing you away when things got tough. I’m sorry...could you give me another chance...”

She smiled at this and brought his hand up to her lips as she gently kissed his knuckles softly, “You were already forgiven the moment I saw you...” 

He brought his hand up to crease her cheek as she leaned into his touch. He smiled at this and gently rubbed her cheek, “Do you want to be my girlfriend...again?” 

“Of course.”

And with that, his lips were on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling his head down, so that she could reach up to him. His hands trailed down towards her hips, pulling her body closer to his. She let out a small gasp when she felt his hardened member against her thigh, she gently tapped his chest making him pull away with his lips shining with spit, “Is everything okay?” 

She nodded her head and nuzzled into his chest with a bashful look, “I’ve never kissed someone with a piercing...it felt nice.” 

“That’s nice to hear but Y/N is something else wrong?” 

“I-I was thinking if you want...Do you want to have sex with me?…oh god, was that too forward?” 

His eyes widened at this and his whole face turned red at the innocent look she had, “Are you sure? I don’t want you feel like-” 

She leaned up and pecked his lips quickly, silencing him and when she leaned away she shook her head, “I want you, Kookie.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“I missed you so much, I am very sure. I mean...if you don’t want to then...” 

He grabbed her hand and let out a breathy laugh, “Do you want to go to the bedroom?” 

“I mean if you want? I don’t really mind. As long as I’m with you. Anywhere with you is special in my eyes.”

His eyes widened at this and he swore to god that if he wasn’t so horny he would cry at her words. He easily picked her up and threw her over his shoulder making her let out a small laugh. He gently smacked her butt and the only thing she could do was smack his back out of embarrassment. He kicked his door open and gently put her on the bed as she stared at him with wide eyes with excitement and nervousness. He stood in front of her as he looked her up and down with a smile at how beautiful she was. She glanced at his arm and felt shy at the new ink on his skin. 

“You alright?”

She nodded her head and smiled at his arm, “You have new tattoos...I also got a new one...”

His eyes widened at this and looked her up and down causing her to laugh, “You got another tattoo?”

She nodded her head, “It's...just a small heart...it’s behind my ear.”

“Doesn’t that hurt? Were you okay?”

She let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “It’s just a tiny heart...I got it because I was bored.” 

“You know, I still haven’t seen your daisy tattoo.” 

She gave him a small smirk and nodded her head, “I guess tonight is going to change that...” 

He bit his lip and threw his head back as he let out a deep chuckle, “That was really hot.”

She gave him a wide smile and she clapped her hands, “Really? I wanted to try it out. I always wanted to be sexy, was it too sexy?”

He shook his head and walked slowly towards her and lifted her chin to make her look at him. He leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips. When he leaned away he saw her natural shy face reappear and he smirked at this, “It was perfect trust me.” He looked down at her exposed collarbones with a smirk, “I love this dress on you. It makes you look so delicate and I want to ruin you.”

His lips roughly pressed against hers letting a moan escape through her mouth but it was drained out by his mouth. He took her hair tie out of her hair and tossed it somewhere. Their lips moved quicker and more desperate as he slowly started to move her top down, making her lean away from the kiss. She let out gasps of air as she watched his hand trailed down. He stopped midway and looked up at her, “Are you okay with me doing this?” She nodded her head but he let out a deep chuckle making her shiver, “No, no. I need words. You know the drill.” 

She nodded her head and took a deep breath with her eyes closed. His heart started to beat faster at the sight of her with a red face and letting out small breaths, Fuck shes so cute, “You can...you can lower my dress.” 

“Good girl.”

He leaned forward and unbuttoned the back of her and he let out a small curse when he saw that she didn’t have bra on and bite his lip when she saw her breast on full display, “Fuck...your so beautiful. I never could get used to your tits, so beautiful.”

He lowered his hand on to her breast, taking her hardened nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. He tugged it lightly and a low moan escaped her lips as she covered her mouth. He smirked at her reaction and he brought his other hand up, pinching both of her nipples harder, making Y/N shiver. He leaned forward wrapping his lips around her nipple. She laced her fingers through his hair with a tight grip as he groaned against her skin. He moved up to her neck and started kissing along it and when she let gasp, she felt his smile against her skin. He gently bit her skin and he licked around the area. 

He leaned away and pulled down her dress down to her waist but she grabbed his wrist from moving down even more, “You-you have to take off your shirt.”

He nodded his head and took off his shirt with ease and her eyes widened at the sight. She remembers how he looked before and it felt surreal seeing it again, “You're so handsome.” 

“Thank you baby.” 

He brought his hand and started rubbing her knee to the inside of her thigh making her try to close it but he stopped it. He continued to rub her thigh and she bit her lip making the fabric around her start to feel uncomfortable but then he moved towards her core. He kissed her neck as he continued to rub her core. Y/N brought her hips up to gain more pressure but let out a whine when he pushed her back down. He started to roughly rub and she grabbed his hand stopping him from going further, “Kook, can I take off my dress? It's getting...uncomfortable. Too much fabric.” 

“Of course you can.” 

He got off of her and she got up from the bed with the help from him. He watched her unbutton the rest of the buttons and she slowly turned around with a shy look, “Don’t watch me...” 

“No, I want to watch. Continue.”

She nodded her head and continued to pull down her dress as she normally did but somehow it turned him on even more. She folded her dress and put them in the corner with his shirt. As she did this, Jungkook looked her up and down at her bare side and bit his lip. She got up and pushed some hair behind her ear as she stared at him with a unsure look, “You have to do it.”

“Oh, I will.”

He took off his sweats and she looked down to see a bulge in his boxers and she looked away quickly. He shook his head and stood up from the bed, walking up to her slowly. He grabbed her hand and brought it down to his bulge making her gasp, “You see what you do to me. I can’t help but feel this way towards you baby.”

She glanced down at his bulge and then looked back up at him, “Do yo-you want me to rub you?”

“If you do that I’m going to bust. Let me get a condom. Go lay down on the bed and take off your pretty lace underwear.” 

She swallowed her spit and nodded her head. She went to his bed and she did what he asked her to do by putting the underwear on top of her clothes. He walked towards his wallet on his dresser on the other side of the room and took out a condom. He turned around and saw her lying on his bed fully naked. He bit his lip and smirked at the fact that she easily listened to him. He took off his boxers and headed towards the bed as he caged her. She looked down at his member and looked up at him, “Jungkook, I love you...”

He blinked at this and let out a wide grin and he let his head hung down burying his face in her breast, “Fuck, Y/N, you can’t say shit like that without me fucking you. I love you so much.” 

She laced her fingers through his hair and he looked up and brought her into a quick kiss. Even though it was a quick kiss, she could feel the passion from him and it made her heart feel so light. When they leaned away, she leaned forward giving him a quick kiss on the nose and this made his bunny smile appear. He kissed her chest, stomach and then the top of her pubic bone making her let out a huff of air at the sudden feeling. He went to the side of her hip and he smirked when he saw the ink on her skin. He placed a gentle kiss on it and she watched with hazed out eyes. He leaned away and went straight to her clit, blowing some air on to it, “So wet and I haven’t even done anything.” 

He moved away and looked back at her, “Y/N, is it okay if I touch you?”

She quickly looked at him and looked at the wall with a nervous look, “Yes...you can touch me but I have to tell you something.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I-I’ve never touched myself down there...I mean like I’ve never masterbate. It’s so embarrassing...”

He blinked his eyes at this and nodded his head, “That’s okay, baby. There’s nothing wrong with that, okay. I don’t want you feeling weird or anything, it's okay.”

She nodded her at him and watched him move his hand downwards. She let out a loud gasp when she felt his two fingers lightly touching around her. He brought his pointer finger and went straight up and down her slit. She looked away and covered her mouth at the forgin touch. He watched her reaction and it gave him more confidence to continue. He brought his finger to her clit and gently tapped it to see how she would react. She almost jumped but was stopped when Jungkook pushed her back down. He gently pushed a finger inside of her making her back arched up. He started to move his finger slowly as she got used to the feeling and she looked down at him with a shy gaze, “Can...you move faster?”

“Are you sure?

“I-I think so...it's getting kinda uncomfortable because of the speed.”   

“Tell me when it's too much.”

He started to move his finger in a faster motion and it made Y/N let out a loud moan. He continued to do this and he brought his thumb to rub at her clit gently, “Ah-ah, Jungkook!” 

“Y/N, I love you so much.”

“Ahh...mmm, I love you too.” 

He moved faster and she turned her head at the wet sound that was coming at her. Embarrassment was written all over her face and Jungkook sees this. He leans forward and kisses her chest gently making her look at him as he stops his movement, “You okay?”

“It's the sounds...i’m not used to them...”

“It's okay...Do you feel uncomfortable? Want me to stop?”

“NO! I mean no... it's okay. I have to get used to it.” 

He nodded his head and continued the pace he was doing. He was caught in a trance by the wetness that was coming out of her. He wanted to continue this but he knew if he did, he would bust at any second. He removed his finger making her whine at the loss of touch. He brought up the condom and ripped it as he stared at her with a small smile. She looked down and watched him put the condom on with a hazy look. He positioned himself and looked up at her, “It’s going to hurt.”

“I trust you.” 

He nodded his head and gently brought her hips closer to his. She winced when she felt his head entering her and he looked up at her kissing her the tops of breast trying to sooth her through the pain. He continued to push through her tight walls and he bit his lip when he felt how tight she was, “Ah-ah. Jungkook! You're so big~!”

She moaned when she felt he was fully in and he gripped the pillows behind her head as he bit his lip, “Fuck, you feel so good Y/N.” 

She let a small tear escape from the pain that she suddenly felt and seeing this made him frown. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, nose, and cheeks making a smile escape. “I’ll move when you want me to.”

She nodded her head and she looked down to see them joined together. Her face turned redder (if that was possible) when she saw his pubic bone against hers and glanced up at him. His face was red and wet from sweat because of how tense he was from stopping himself from moving against her. She brought her hand up and gently touched his face, snapping him out of his tense. He turned his face and gently kissed her hand making her smile, “You can move...please be gentle.”

���Always with you.” 

He gently rolled his hip against hers making her cry out his name, “Jungkook~!”

He stopped to look at her with worry but she gave him a smile and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Ah, fuck, Y/N.” He groaned at the tightness of her walls and she moaned at the feeling of him stretching her out perfectly. 

“Ca-can yo-you, Ah, move faster? It feels really go-good.” 

Her voice cracked when she felt her walls clench around him making him groan at the feeling. He loved the way she was responding and knowing he was the one that was giving her pure pleasure made his heart swell with pride. She arched her back when he hit a certain spot and leaned down to give her forehead kiss, “Are you-ah doing good?”

“Ye-yeah. Really good~.” 

“Mmmmm...I love you, Y/N!”

“Ah, I love you, Jungkook...”

He continued the pace and Y/N couldn’t stop moaning at the pleasure she was feeling. She arched her back when he hit a spot and he groaned when she tightened around him. With one final thrust, she came all over him, making him follow straight after. Both of them were sweaty and tired from everything. He let out a small laugh and leaned forward kissing her, “You okay? Sorry that was quick.”

“Ye-yeah...ummm...Can we do it again?” 

“Fuck, are you sure baby?” 

Y/N gave him a tired smile and nodded her head, “Can we?”

“Fuck let me get more condoms.” 

After multiple rounds, Y/N laid her head on his naked sweaty chest as he ran his fingers through her now messy hair. She looked up at him with a small smile and leaned forward giving him a quick peck, “I love you.”

“I love you more...” He stared at her with bright eyes but his smile dropped when he remembered the discussion he had with the others in the group chat, “Y/N, we need to talk about the sasaeng.” 

She carefully sat up with the help of him and leaned against the headboard as he did the same, “You can tell me anything...” 

“Y/N, Mae thinks the person sending me the messages is...she thinks it's David.”

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Chapter twenty : First Time For Everything

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¤━¤“Going to a BTS concert with her best friend was an anxiety attack waiting to happen because she only knew a handful of their songs and felt like an intruder but she didn’t want her to go alone. She made two mistakes. Number one, not changing her lockscreen from Irene to something else and number two, wearing a Red Velvet lanyard. When her friend wins a raffle to meet them, everything changes for her and the youngest member; especially when her alarm starts playing Bad Boy in the middle of her sentence.”¤━¤

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i’ll always come back to you - cth

summary: Calum wore a skirt. A stage reveal happens. 

author’s notes: I have no excuse but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 

warnings: Cal in a skirt (please it’s too good), car sex, PIV, calum blanks out a little, she’s back and better than ever!

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“What do you think I should wear?” Calum asked softly, his hands running through the different items in his closet once more, “It’s a pretty big show, I can’t just show up in something shitty. All I’ve worn for the past two years is either baggy jeans and a t-shirt or shorts and no shirt.” 

It was true, ever since the world had shut down and the band’s tour had been put on hold more times than Calum could count, his passion for fashion and finding new clothes to wear had been put on hold as well. Comfort and trying to stay sane in the middle of a worldwide pandemic had left him reaching for any signs of comfort to hold on to and keep him sane. But with the band’s first show slowly approaching and Calum’s nerves returning in the form of playing a fake bass while he tried to calm his racing mind, he knew he’d have to find an outfit sooner or later, and it’d have to be one to make him feel good about himself on stage once more. 

“I mean, I don’t think anyone would personally complain about you showing up shirtless to a show,” Dovey teased, her eyes tracing the muscles in Calum’s back as she sat on the edge of the bed, “I certainly wouldn’t.” 

“Yeah, but you’re a pervert so you have no choice,” Calum chuckled and threw another shirt towards his loving wife. 

The days had gone by and Calum had been stuck at rehearsals, trying his best to find the groove the band had long for ever since the start of the shutdown, but eventually, Calum found himself at home the morning of the show watching from the green room as the concert went on around the world. His bag, which he’d packed and unpacked multiple times that morning, laid on one of the couches. He knew he’d made the right choice, the look on Dovey’s face when he’d packed away the black fabric before she could get a peek of it enough of a reaction to make him smirk before he had rushed out the door at the sound of Ashton’s horn. 

“So, did you decide on an outfit?” Michael asked as he sat down next to him during a break in their soundcheck, watching as Calum’s leg swung along to whatever beat Ashton was trying to work out with Luke, “Dovey has been texting me all day asking if I’ve gotten a peek at it.” 

“Tell her to fuck off,” Calum chuckled, “I told her she had to wait like everyone else did to see it.” 

“Alright,” Michael huffed, nudging him playfully, “But we’re going to be the first to see it then.”

“Yeah, yeah, and she’ll manage to bully you into telling her somehow.” 

Calum looked in the mirror, inhaling a shaky breath as he fixed the collar of his suit jacket once more as he heard his bandmates chuckling outside of the bathroom door. With one final look at his outfit he opened the door and stepped out, goosebumps covering his skin as the cold air of the dressing room brushed against his legs. 

“Woah! Calum!” Ashton grinned, his eyes wide and his head nodding, “No man, that looks sick! I love it!” 

“Oh man, your dad is going to freak once he sees you on stage!” Luke nodded, “You look so good!”

“Guys, Dovey is literally going to kill us all,” Michael whined and clapped Calum on the shoulder, “You look fucking awesome, dude.”

Calum’s cheeks flushed, turning hot as he chuckled and shook his head, letting the curls he’d been growing out swish against his forehead while he tried his best not to push away his very excited and very supportive bandmates. It wasn’t until the room, which consisted of the four of them and their photographer started chanting for him to do a spin that he’d finally told them to fuck off. But with a spin, and a small bout of giggles that left him when the material of his skirt brushed against the back of his knees, Calum had never felt more prepared to play a show in his life, especially when he knew that Dovey would be in the crowd singing her heart out along with them all. 

Dovey’s eyes watched the crowd around her grow restless as time ticked slowly, minutes dragging on until the show would start. Her adrenaline was high as she heard an announcer overhead shout that the show would start in one minute, the pit in her stomach thrumming with excitement and the thought of seeing her husband and his best friends on stage again after so long. She knew how much Calum missed being on stage with them, how much he missed performing to a crowd of people singing the lyrics back to them, and so she knew that tonight’s performance would be nothing but perfect. The hum of a guitar backstage and the sound of cheers around her had Dovey on her feet before she even knew it, her wide eyes searching the stage for the man she’d married. 

“Oh my god, he did not,” she gasped, her cheers and clapping drowned out in the rest of the crowd as she saw Calum walking out on stage, “That bastard!”

On stage, under the shining lights and for everyone to see, Calum Hood stood grinning as his fingers moved easily over the strings of his bass. The silver chains, which hung across Calum’s waist, shone like his eyes as the set started. Dovey’s eyes tried their hardest to focus, her vision blurred by the tears that sprung out as she watched the love of her life sing his heart out on stage after too many months of being away from the one place he was able to lose himself in. The skirt, which Dovey was already drooling over, swayed along with every movement Calum made as she found herself swaying along with it, stuck in a never-ending dance she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to end. But when Ghost of You played out and Dovey’s eyes found Calum’s it was like the large crowds that had given her anxiety ever since Calum had mentioned the show and the loud music had all disappeared. 

There was no one but her and Calum standing there, swaying to the song that had meant more to them than anyone could have ever imagined. 

She knew their kids were watching from home, giggling and dancing along in the safety of their living room while the sitter recorded them for Dovey and Calum to cry along to later that night. But right now, in the moment, all she could think about was how despite all the things that had gone wrong and how scary the world had turned, she still had her family and the love of her life was singing to her in a room full of people once more. The set was over before Dovey even realized, her legs carrying her back towards the dressing room she’d left not too long ago and towards her husband and his amazingly talented friends. 

The night had become a whirlwind of events, Dovey’s arms wrapping around Calum and stuttering through her praises as her hands and eyes took in his after-show presence. Her mind was distracted throughout the rest of the promo the band had gone to do with the view of him in the skirt and mesh shirt that kept peeking in and out of view from where she stood with the rest of their team. Her eyes never left his as she watched him smile and laugh with the band and it wasn’t until the car door closed next to her and she watched Calum walk in front of the car before sliding into the driver’s seat that she let out the soft breath she was holding in. 

“So, what did you think of the show?” Calum asked as he pulled off the highway, his grin wide as his eyes glanced over at Dovey, “Did you like it? I think we did great. Yeah, the set was short but I think it we-”

“Calum, if you don’t pull over right now I will literally crash this car,” Dovey breathed out, her hand reaching out and squeezing Calum’s thigh gently. 

The car screech to a halt, Calum’s soft gasp lost on Dovey’s lips as she pulled him into a kiss, Calum’s body leaning over the console to pull her even closer to him. He and Dovey might not have been a couple of a thousand words, but he knew exactly what she was doing when her teeth pulled gently at his bottom lip. He also knew that they didn’t have much time before their car was steamed up and their moans echoed against the tinted windows, so Calum had to work fast. 

“Back seat, baby girl,” he breathed out, his forehead resting against his wife’s for just a second before she sprung into action, her soft laughter music to Calum’s ears. 

“I am. So proud. Of you.” Dovey mumbled in between the kisses she was leaving on Calum’s skin, her hips rolling against his and pressed up silver chains of his skirt, “You looked so fucking amazing on stage I couldn’t help but think about all the things I wanted you to do to me tonight.”

“Yeah?” Calum breathed out, his hands squeezing Dovey’s thighs as he helped her push up the hem of the skirt she was more than likely soaking through if his leaking cock wasn’t already at fault for it, “Gonna show me all those things you were thinking of?” 

“Mhm, only have time for one of them right now though,” Dovey smirked, her hand taking his cock and stroking it a few times, listening to the soft whimpers that left Calum as her own hips rocked against his solid thigh, “Have to wait until we’re back home for the others.” 

Calum’s eyes opened enough at one point to see the steam from their act fogging up the windows, the beads of moisture dripping down their foreheads matching the ones racing down the window next to his head. Above him, Dovey looked like an angel, her closed eyes and barely opened mouth making Calum think he was the luckiest man alive. His fingers had dug into her hips, soft whimpers leaving them both with every rock of their hips and Calum wasn’t sure if he’d ever want this feeling to end. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get tired of the way Dovey felt wrapped around him. He’d happily get lost in her warmth and never find his way out again if he could, but the coil in his stomach kept stretching and stretching, threatening to snap as he listened to Dovey’s moans grow louder and louder as her hips rose and fell with every one of them. 

“Calum,” she gasped out, one of her hands finding comfort in the soft curls she’d been playing with ever since they’d grown out and coiled against his head. 

“I know, I’ve got you,” Calum choked out, his own high speeding towards him as he felt Dovey clench around him as her hips paused and her whimpers were soaked into by Calum’s skin, “Oh fuck, baby, I-”

“Calum,” Dovey whispered, her soft kisses on Calum’s skin making the blinding white stars beneath his eyelids clear slowly, “Hey, come back to me,” she mumbled, the feeling of her fingers running through his hair grounding Calum back to the backseat of his car. 

His lungs hurt, the panting breaths he was taking sounding over the muffled music playing from the radio in the front, and his vision was still blurred as he watched Dovey leaned back against his thighs, her hair tousled and her dress still rucked up over her hips. It took him a couple more breaths, the thick air coating his lungs until finally, Calum’s hand found Dovey’s in the darkness of the car and he smiled lazily. 

“You back with me, Hood?” she asked softly and smiled, the gentle squeeze she gave his hand making him nod. 

“I always come back to you,” Calum whispered, “Always.” 

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kill em’ with kindness

fandom | miraculous ladybug 

genre | lila salt, so much salt 

summary | marinette takes the high road to a better life. 

w.c | 8.1k 

author’s note | had this idea for a few days after i wrote victory tastes bitter, which really blew up on ao3 (thanks for all the support <3). always wondered what it would be like if marinette just. played nice. so here she is, being an absolute badass. 

author’s note.2 | okay so since i did not write this in one sitting, i get that the story probably doesn’t flow as properly as it should. will edit if i ever find the will to do it. 

Marinette was done. They wanted her to be a model student? Fine. They wanted her to stop being mean? Fine. They wanted her to be friends with Lila? Fine.

Luckily for Hawkmoth, no akuma plagued the sky of the previous night, or she would rain hell on him. There was no more tolerance left inside her to spare, and she certainly wouldn’t go out of her way to make some for the manipulative pest problem Paris has had for way too long.

She looked up into the mirror, having exchanged her pigtails for a low ponytail, strands curled to frame her face. Bluebell eyes glistened with a fire that burned brighter than hope— Hope that her ‘friends’ would see sense. Hope that Adrien would be there for her. Hope that the good guy would always get the happy ending. No more being patient, no more being passive, no more putting up with things she didn’t have to.

If Lila Rossi wanted a battle, then fine, a battle she would get. Marinette was lowering her white flag, replacing it with a battle emblem that scorched red, redder than blood and redder than the anger her friends would feel when she was finished. No more peace negotiations. Rossi wanted a fight, Rossi wanted a challenge. Who was Marinette to deny her from what she wanted?

They didn’t know what was coming for them.

The power of makeup was truly one that reigned apex among the world. A few touches of her makeup brush was all it took to erase her dark eyes from existence, give her skin a more radiant glow (She promised that she’d take time to give it a natural glow after she was done being nice), and ease a cherry-pink blush onto her cheeks, making her freckles stand out more in contrast. Marinette Dupain-Cheng meant business, and when she meant business—

“Good morning, Marinette! You look great today!” The head of the student council, a sensible, down-to-Earth blonde by the name of Noelle smiled, speeding up slightly to catch the bluenette on the steps of Francois Dupont. “Love the new look.”

Ah yes. The new look— A royal blue blazer, detailed with golden embroidery of cherry blossoms bursting at the sleeves and the collar, accompanied by a classy-looking silk blouse tapered with a soft, black felt. The pleated black skirt (Made from heavy cloth so that it wouldn’t flap about in the wind) was lined with a beautiful scarlet at all the edges to complete the look. Knee-high black socks trailed all the way into the slight heels that Marinette had added flower adornments on, just so she could tap a little of her own touch on it.

“Thank you,” Responded the bluenette with a smile.

“Woah! Someone looks like they got a good night of rest.” Madeline, the president of the Art Club teased, flocking to the other side of the girl. “That mascara looks sharp enough to kill, girl!”

Sharp enough to kill?

Oh, that wouldn’t be necessary, Marinette mused to herself, sending out thanks to those who had complimented her on her way to class. Nothing sharp was going to be required for the liar’s downfall— No, no. That would just be too messy, and she wouldn’t even think of staining her new outfit. Of course, the ensemble was crafted from her own hands, as stated by the classic MDC that graced the inside of her blazer, the collar of her blouse, and one of the pleats of her skirt. Besides… Lila wasn’t worth getting her hands dirty.

She was going to do things the right way.

The kind way.

“Good morning, everyone.” She greeted, walking into the classroom, garnering their attention with her punctuality. Every set of eyes in the room were attracted to her, like iron fillings to magnets. Some of the gazes were malicious, hateful; Some were doubtful, wary; One was pleading, as if spelling out ‘Please keep taking the high road!’— And then there was Chloe, who was entirely uninterested.

Good, Lila was already present.

“I’d just like to take a minute of your time. Won’t be too long, I promise.” She took a deep breath, ignoring the imploring gaze that dug at her side, courtesy of a blonde that sat in the front row (And no, it wasn’t Chloe she was referring to). “I’d just like to say…”

The class watched with bated breath.

“I’m sorry.”

Alya blinked. So did everyone else in the room. Stunned faces greeted Marinette’s apologetic one, including Lila’s— She didn’t even have to fake her reaction. What on Earth was Marinette trying to pull off? What kind of stunt was this?

“I realise that I’ve not really been the best version of me lately,” She admitted sorrowfully. I haven’t been the best version of me because I was being boycotted and isolated, “It wasn’t fair to put you all through this,” It wasn’t fair that you idiots had to lose all your reputations because of the words of one liar, “And people got hurt as a consequence,” Me. I was the one who got hurt. “I realise that things haven’t been all smooth-sailing in our class lately, so I’d like to apologise to everyone.” I’d like to apologise for not being able to save you from a liar who only sees her own personal gain.

A practiced breath escaped Marinette’s throat as she waited for her cue— The school bell— And set her bag on the teacher’s desk. Good, everything was unfolding right on time. Not quite far away, there was a distinct clack-clack-clack of someone’s heels— An auburn teacher, perhaps? Marinette reached into her backpack and drew out a package she had meticulously wrapped in brown paper and tied in golden ribbon. Sitting passively on top of the package was a small note, decorated in hand-drawn flowers and a hummingbird in the corner.

“Here,” Marinette strode up the steps of the class, stopping right in front of her former seat— Now Lila’s— Internally taking pleasure in the first time she’d seen the Italian’s true expression. “For you, as a token of my apology. I understand if you don’t want to forgive me,” Marinette swallowed painfully, biting her lip, as if she was trying not to cry, “But I just want to make things right.”

Lila blinked.

What the hell was happening?

The silence was broken by a quiet sob, one that did not originate from Marinette. Instead, Mlle. Caline Bustier stood in the doorway of the class, clutching her books and notes for the day’s lesson, wiping away a tear that dropped from her eye. “Oh, Marinette,” The teacher sobbed, “I’m so proud of you.”

“That’s so sweet of you, Marinette.” Rose sniffed, wiping away a few tears of her own that had started dripping during the bluenette’s speech. Juleka patted her girlfriend’s back, trying to calm the emotional blonde before she cried out a tsunami on top of her textbooks, giving Marinette a thumbs up to show her approval.

Alya beamed, seemingly proud of her former best friend, who had (In her opinion) finally started to see sense. “I’m so proud of you, girl!”

(Adrien was too shocked to form any words.)

“Could you… Open it?” Marinette asked hopefully, ignoring the teacher for the favour of the liar who ruined her life. “I… Just want to know if you like it.”

The Italian could do nothing more than grit her teeth when Alya urged her to open it. What kind of trick was Mari-Brat up to? Never mind— She’d just spin it into something stupid and the class would take to it like starved animals. With no other choice, she tore apart the brown paper, discarding the golden ribbon on her desk. The class gasped, oohs and aahs echoing all around as the package unfolded to reveal a pretty, beige-coloured cardigan, hand-stitched with murals of foxes, jumping livelily among berry bushes.

Stitched into the inside of the cardigan in pastel blue were the words ‘Lila Rossi’, done in an exquisite cursive that could no doubt only come from Marinette’s hand.

“I made it for you myself,” Marinette sniffed humbly. “I know you’re a really great model and you’ve probably seen clothes that are much better than this one, but I poured all my feelings into it. I spent every night of last week working on it, and—” She hiccuped rather loudly, instantly covering her mouth with her hand in embarrassment. “I just hope you like it.”

“I…” Lila was at a loss for words. She had an itinerary full of the lies and stories she would spin that day (“Marinette texted me mean things last night,” she would weep tearfully to Alya, sniffing and wiping away tears on Alya’s shirt sleeve, “I just want to be friends but she just keeps… Attacking me!”) but no matter. A smirk danced along the Italian’s lips. “Did you design this yourself?” 

Judging by the smirk that Marinette could practically hear in the other girl’s tone, the liar already had a trick up her sleeve. If Marinette had to guess... 

Something along the lines of she stole this design from [random designer], who just coincidentally had the time to be Lila’s friend. Or maybe the friend of Lila’s grandmother. Whichever didn’t matter much, because Marinette was prepared. 

Marinette crossed the room in mere seconds, returning back to Lila’s seat with a sketchbook that she’d pulled from her bag. “Here!” She chirped, flipping open the page with an exercised movement, not even having to shuffle through the pages to find the correct sketch. “I brought the original sketch, just in case you wanted to see it so you could get a professional to redo it for you.” 

Lila opened and closed her mouth like a gaping fish out of water. Beside her, Alya’s eyes sparkled, envy still glowing in her eyes at the sight of the intricate foxes, coloured in hazel, gold, and orange threads. 

“Thank you, Marinette.” Lila gritted through her teeth, basically seething at the thought of having to thank the girl in front of her, who was smiling like an innocent sunshine child. 

The bluenette then turned her attention to her homeroom teacher. “Sorry for interrupting and taking up class time, Mlle. Bustier.” 

“It’s not a problem, Marinette,” Mlle. Bustier wiped at her eyes, slightly embarrassed now that the whole class was watching her cry at the sight of her ‘model student’ correcting her wrongs. “E— Excuse me.” She mumbled, clearing her throat. “Let’s pick off from where we stopped yesterday. Open your textbooks to page 63, please.” 

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The rest of the day went along smoothly. Marinette sat at the back of class, as usual, sighing in boredom as class was derailed off course, whisked off by another one of Lila’s tall tales. Honestly, they were already weeks off schedule— How the hell were they expected to sit for the final exam, at this rate? 

She huffed quietly to herself, watching Bustier trying (and failing) to act like she wasn’t interested in Lila’s story. The woman— An actual adult— Fell for Lila’s usual tricks like a fool, taking in every single word in drunken thirst. Did Mlle. Bustier really have nothing better to do than get absorbed in a teenage girl’s wild fantasies (in a way it was like that). At that thought, Marinette sat up straighter in her chair, an idea going off like a lightbulb above her brain. 

Was it...? 

After further thought, Marinette settled back into her chair, humming thoughtfully as she drummed her fingers against her table quietly. Yes... Yes, perhaps. 

Perhaps it was possible. 

The rest of the lesson passed in wasted time as the class took a major detour to go on a warped journey through Lila’s lies, and before Bustier knew it, the lunch bell had rung. Students chattered animatedly as everyone got up, Mlle. Bustier’s announcement of ‘please go home and study this chapter by yourselves, everyone’ was pathetically drowned out by the rest of the noise. 

Marinette collected her things quickly, needing her exit from the classroom to go off without a hitch, exactly the way she planned it. “I’ve got to go back to my parents’ bakery for lunch,” She said shyly, shrinking into herself as her classmates turned to look at her. “I... Was thinking of bringing some macarons back later. Before I go, though... Lila, is there anything you’re allergic to?” 

“What?” The girl being asked snapped back as a reply, the words leaving her mouth too fast for her to register. Before she knew it, the whole class was staring at her, mouths agape. “I... I mean.” Clearing her throat, the liar plastered on a sweet smile. “What was it, Marinette?” 

“I wanted to bring some macarons back for everyone.” Shyly, the bluenette repeated her plans. “And... Since I’ve been in class with everyone else here for a while, I know their allergies, but not yours. Is there anything you’re allergic to that could be in baked goods?” 

The Italian cursed under her breath— Mari-Brat really wasn’t letting up. The bluenette had made sure to cover any ground that the Italian could use and turn back against her. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m not allergic to anything.” 

Brightening visibly, Marinette nodded, shooting the Italian a smile. “I know things between us aren’t going to get better immediately, but I promise to do my best in fixing things! See you guys after lunch.” 

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Lila was getting really, really fed up. For the whole morning, she wasn’t able to come up with any reason to blame Marinette. If things kept going at the rate that they were, the class would be fully convinced that the bluenette was a changed woman, and that couldn’t happen. There was, in the end, a downside to having such a gullible bunch of classmates— Sure, they swayed easily to her side, but that meant that they swayed back to Marinette’s just as easily. 

Hissing under her breath, Lila looked up to catch Alya and Nino’s concerned looks. 

No. 

She was Lila Rossi. She was resourceful. She had Gabriel Agreste behind her back. She was powerful. She was not going to let Mari-Brat halt her plans in their tracks ever again. 

“I’m going to go use the bathroom real quick,” She said, excusing herself from the lunch table. Perfect! Now all she had to do was come back in tears, saying that Marinette confronted and mocked her in the bathroom, and the class would be all hers, once again. 

Little did she know that Dupain-Cheng was one teensy step ahead. 

As soon as Lila rounded the corner of the cafeteria, Marinette appeared, having just had a lovely chat with Rose (And Juleka, although it was Rose who did most of the talking). The two were at the front steps of Francois Dupont, having a lovely couple moment that Marinette hated to interrupt— But she needed to have at least a word with them. 

“Rose, Juleka!” Marinette greeted, box of macarons held carefully in her arms, as if it were a box of important jewelry instead of just a box of pastries. “Oh— Rose, is that a new watch? I’ve never seen you wear it before!” 

“Yep, it is!” Rose beamed, delighted that someone (Besides Juleka) had finally noticed it. “Isn’t it pretty?” Indeed it was. The watch in question was a pretty, intricate-looking thing done in rose-gold metal, with a pastel pink leather strap holding it down. The background of the watch face was a white background with a thin film of rose-gold metal, cut to resemble a wall of precious rose vines. 

“It is!” Agreeing wholeheartedly, Marinette offered her classmate a smile. “Oh by the way, what time is it?” 

Rose peered at the watchface, returning the answer with an equally-bright smile. “11.47.” 

“Thank you.” Marinette thanked, continuing her way through the school until she reached the cafeteria. Just before she fell into line of sight, though, she hid behind a wall, peering over the corner until she spotted the table she was looking for. 

Perfect— Lila just walked away. Marinette thanked the gods for all the luck that she was having— Okay, maybe she thanked one god in particular more than the others. Gently, she patted the secret pocket that was sewn into the lining of her blazer— Tikki, who had magic powers, managed to create a miniature ‘room’ inside the secret pocket, with the pocket itself acting as a portal of sorts to the room. After a few seconds, she felt the pocket tap back, managing a small smile of gratitude for her kwami’s constant love and support. 

“Hey, Alya, Nino.” Marinette greeted shyly, box of macarons propped up against her hip. “Where’s... Lila?” She hesitated slightly with her question, acting as if it was a little out-of-place to ask about the Italian girl. 

“She went to the bathroom.” Nino provided, mouth still full of unchewed food. This gifted him with a smack from his girlfriend (“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” she scolded,). 

“Oh, I see.” I definitely see. I know what she’s going to try and pull later— I have to time this properly. Timing is everything. 

Marinette continued to make small talk with the two, whom she had not talked to for a very long time. Much to her surprise, they were very warm and accepting, quite unlike the people who slung slurs and accused her baselessly a few days ago. One morning made all the difference to people who believed anything, she supposed. 

All of a sudden, something in her chest buzzed, as if it were a fire alarm, vibrating in warning— She had to go. “It was nice talking to you guys again.” She admitted, having briefly dipped into a pool of what their friendship used to be like. “But I have to go. I promised Kagami I’d meet her for a few minutes before lunch ended.”

Alya’s eyebrows jumped up comically in surprise. “I didn’t know you still talked to her. I thought you two were… Love rivals.”

“So what if we were love rivals?” Marinette shrugged with a simple smile. “Adrien is… As much as it’s odd to admit, he’s just a boy. Neither of us let him get in between us. He’s just a boy, and it’d be stupid for us to not get along just because we like the same boy. It doesn’t bother Kagami that we used to like the same boy, so why should I let it bother me? Besides,” Marinette tilted her head slightly. “It’d be stupid to give up a great friendship just because of a boy.”

With her last words still hanging in the air, Marinette turned tail and left, walking faster than usual. She had little time left— As she neared the wall that would shield her from the view of the cafeteria, she sped up her footsteps, practically half-sprinting just so she could get out of sight before Lila Rossi returned, looking like someone just killed a puppy in front of her very eyes.

“Oh my god, what’s wrong?” Alya jumped to her feet instantly, reaching out to comfort her best friend, who was moments away from having tears stream down her cheeks.

“I… I thought she’d changed.” Lila sniffled, biting her lip to appear as if she was desperately trying not to cry.

Alya frowned. “Who?”

“Marinette.” Lila stated as if it were obvious, faltering for a moment— Why had Alya bothered to ask? Shouldn’t it come pretty obvious? The liar dismissed the thoughts and continued in her performance. “She threatened me in the bathroom. She… She confronted me and mocked me, saying… Saying that all of you… All of you are idiots for believing that she’s changed. She… She said everything was an act to turn you all against me.”

Nino’s jaw dropped so far that it touched the floor. “Uh… Dudette, are you sure it was Marinette?”

“Yes!” Lila spun to look at him so fast that it was a wonder she didn’t break her neck. “Are… Are you doubting me? Oh my god, it’s working. She’s turning you guys against me. I just want to have friends, I don’t get why she hates me so—”

“You’re… Absolutely sure it was Marinette? You saw her face?” Alya repeated her boyfriend’s words, emphasising each and everyone of them as she looked Lila in the eyes.

“Alya, not you too.” Lila sniffled, tears basically dropping out of her eyes like big, fat droplets of salt water. “It was her— I saw her blazer, it had MDC stitched onto it.”

An uncomfortable silence settled in between the girl and her boyfriend, neither quite knowing what to say. “Oh. I… I see.” Alya said at last, turning back to her food. “Well… Lunch is almost over. Let’s… Let’s get back to class.”

“Marinette just threatened me in the bathroom!” Lila puffed up, clearly upset now. “She mocked me! She called you guys stupid for believing her act!”

“Dudette.” Nino shattered the ice-cold silence at their lunch table, swallowing heavily. “Marinette was with us the whole time you were in the bathroom.”

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The tension inside the room was so thick that Adrien could cut it with his bare hands. God, what had happened? The day had started off so well— Marinette agreed to be friends with Lila, god bless the girl— But as it turned out, one hurdle folded over only to be towered over by a taller one. 

“Alya—” Lila began tearfully, her pitiful look attracting the sympathy of those who still didn’t know what was going on. 

“You claimed that Marinette threatened you in the bathroom.” Alya interrupted. “While she was with us the whole time in the cafeteria.” 

Faltering, the Italian struggled to find a way to squeeze herself out of the tight spot. “M— Maybe it was someone else.” Reluctantly, she backed out one trap into another one. 

“You said that you were sure! You said that she was wearing a blazer with MDC stitched on it. Marinette was wearing that blazer during lunch!” The reporter shot back, Nino at her side, trying to extinguish the conflicted fire blazing inside Alya’s heart. 

The seeds of doubt had been sewn, and Lila was going to have a tough time weeding them out. “I... I’m sorry!” She burst out into tears, sobbing pitifully in front of the class, most of which were already in attendance. “My lying disease is acting up again. I... I can’t help it. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone!” 

“Uh... Is this a bad time to ask if anyone wants macarons?” Marinette cleared her throat awkwardly, standing at the front of the room. Her royal blue blazer had been shed, and it now hung over her arm, properly folded into half. Earlier, she had asked Rose for the time to make sure that she had a witness in case Lila tried to pull another act— But as it seemed, the Italian was determined to dig her own grave and all the work had been done. 

The students of Mlle. Bustier’s class shared looks. 

“I’ll... I’ll have one.” Mylene cleared her throat, hoping that it would diffuse the situation. 

“Me too.” Kim followed, not missing the way Marinette flinched slightly at his words. Most of the words he had said to her of late had not been nice at all— But he justified that with the fact that she was being a bully to Lila, like Chloe had been to Marinette herself. 

“Great!” Marinette cleared her throat awkwardly, slapping on a strained smile. She passed the box to the front row, where Sabrina and Chloe were, gesturing for them to pass the box along until everyone got their fill. 

Internally, Lila seethed, anger burning like a wildfire that tore down every lush sign of life in her path. The girl had never felt that livid in her entire life— Who did Dupain-Cheng think she was, having a change of heart out of nowhere, pretending to play along with those oh-so-innocent eyes of hers? 

“I... I think I know why my disease acted up again,” Lila sniffled, loud enough to gather attention again. Unsure glances passed around like an object that no one wanted, carried from hand to hand forcefully as no one wanted to hold onto it for too long. “It... It must’ve been because of... Of the cardigan that Marinette made me! You must’ve known that...” The Italian squinted at the cardigan on her desk, “... Cotton triggers my lying disease!” 

The bluenette, still passing around macarons, stopped in her tracks. Inside her mind, Marinette was shaking her head, an amused smile on her cheeks. She had to give Lila credit for that one— She would’ve never anticipated that lie from her nemesis. “That’s terrible!” She sucked in a breath, putting on a dismayed look. “I’m really sorry, Lila! I know it seems like I did this on purpose, but I promise I didn’t! To make it up to you, I’ll make you another one.” 

Is she serious right now? Lila scoffed mentally. How long does she plan to keep this going? No matter— She’ll eventually drain herself out and I won’t even have to meddle in this matter. 

Marinette sniffled, collecting the cardigan pitifully from Lila’s desk. “But to prevent future incidents, Lila, I just want you to know that this isn’t made of cotton... It’s made from the highest-quality of star silk, which is incredibly difficult to produce and is rather expensive. It’s such a pity... I thought that only the best of materials would be deserving to be used to make an apology present... I guess you can’t wear it. I’ll just make another copy of the cardigan with some normal-range silk.” Sighing, the bluenette pretended to mull in sadness for a few seconds before an idea struck her. “Alya! You aren’t allergic to star silk, right?” 

The flow of conversation redirected suddenly, with the reporter snapping to attention and nodding eagerly as she realised what was about to happen. 

“Then... Since I’ve spent so long on this, I don’t want it to go to waste... Why don’t you have it, instead?” Offered Marinette with a sweet, shy smile on her face. 

Lila, still caught up in shock by the reveal of the material— Was then slammed with a wall of flaming anger as Alya squealed, coddling the soft, fluffy material that made the cardigan the exquisite product it was. 

“Marinette’s right,” Adrien chipped in with his own two cents, “Father can rarely get his hands on that material— It costs a fortune, and if hand-made... It takes forever.” 

“Oh, I wove the silk by myself,” Marinette added shyly after Adrien’s contribution, “So I apologise if it’s not up to the quality of industry-level star silk.” 

The reporter gushed, still cooing and running her hands over the gorgeous threads of fabric that made up the cloud-like base of the cardigan, eyes sparkling and the details of the embroidery. 

Marinette smiled, returning to her seat without a fuss. The rest of the class continued to pass the pastries around, the perfect description of ‘ignorance is bliss’ as they pretended as if they couldn’t see the way Lila was shaking in anger. Alya, on the other hand, could see nothing but the garment in her hands, her ‘best friend’ having become invisible for the time being. 

Just as well that it turned out this way, Marinette hummed, twirling her pen in hand, Let that be my departing gift to Rena Rouge. 

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Tomorrow arrived like clockwork, never late and always on time. The crowd of students clamouring by the front of Francois Dupont hushed to silence as they parted for two dark-haired women, both of which were giving off waves of confidence. Simple conversation flowed between the two, who were perfect examples of elegance and grace, their traditional-inspired attire complementing the royal-like aura they had. 

“This dress is really lovely, Marinette,” Kagami smiled gently, admiring the way the fabric flowed around her. The designer had gifted her friend with a maroon-coloured hanfu-inspired dress, complete with hand-sewn embroidery of a golden dragon curled around Kagami’s waist and neck. The dress was completed with a pleated skirt that went all the way to the heels. At first, the fencer was reluctant about the skirt due to the limited maneuverability, but then Marinette revealed that the skirt was very simple to take off as it was just tied around the waist. 

“You look gorgeous in it. It suits you.” Marinette replied, dressed in a similar looking dress. Her hanfu-inspired dress was light pink in colour, with silver threads depicting cranes flying about freely. The pleated skirt was grey in colour, lined with a soft circle of white. 

Kagami blushed slightly. “Thank you.” Briefly, the Japanese girl wondered why on Earth Marinette would go and embroider a dragon onto her dress— Was it purely a coincidence, or...? 

“I’m really glad you decided to transfer here,” Marinette smiled softly, her dark blue bangs framing her face as the rest of it was gathered into a braid that Kagami had helped weave. “It’s going to be nice! I’ll get to see you a lot more often.” 

“We’re in different classes, though.” Frowning, Kagami wondered if she should request a change of homeroom. 

“For now.” The designer winked playfully. “Oh, I have to get to class. See you during lunch?” 

Without waiting for a reply, the blue-eyed girl moved away gracefully, leaving Kagami in confusion. 

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“Good morning,” Marinette greeted gracefully, sweeping into the classroom with her bag over her shoulder and a package in her hands. This package was clearly not as exquisitely-wrapped as the one from the day before, as it was just brown paper and some rough string. 

Alya brightened at the sight of her friend, shrinking away slightly whenever Lila tried to say anything. Sure, the reporter did shake off the initial reaction and respond to whatever her ‘best friend’ said, but the damage had been done. 

“Here’s your new cardigan. It’s made from the same material as your shirt,” Marinette smiled warmly, placing the package on Lila’s table. “It’s a little different from the one I brought yesterday, but I still poured in all my emotions when I made it, so I hope you’ll accept it.” 

Through a gritted smile, the Italian thanked the designer, clenching her fists under the table. That was the second time in two days she had to thank Mari-brat! She swore that if she had to do it again a third time, she was going to slap someone. 

“Oh, Marinette!” Alya called out excitedly, wearing the cardigan that was originally supposed to be Lila’s. “This cardigan is so soft! It’s really amazing to wear! As expected of you, girl!” 

The bluenette stared back at the reporter, wavering for a bit. She had a feeling that Alya wanted something from her... 

“So... I was wondering...” The reporter’s expression turned sheepish, with Marinette’s internal thought-train going ah, there it comes— “Could you remove this and put my name instead?” Alya picked up the corner of the cardigan, pointing to the inside of the garment, where ‘Lila Rossi’ was embroidered on. 

“Ah...” Marinette didn’t even have to fake her nervousness. We already agreed on this, She told herself, No more doing free stuff for people. No more. “Sorry, Alya. My parents need a lot of help in the bakery recently,.. You know how it is! Family always comes first. I’ve already taken out a lot of time to make the cardigan for Lila... And I promised Kagami I’d go out with her this weekend. I’m afraid I don’t have time...” 

There was no missing the way Alya’s face fell instantly. “Couldn’t you put off Kagami for me? Aren’t we best friends?” 

“I thought Lila was your best friend,” Feigning an expression of innocence, Marinette tilted her head slightly. “You shouldn’t go around saying things like that, Alya. You might hurt Lila’s feelings. Besides, a promise is a promise. I wouldn’t want to hurt Kagami’s feelings either. Not to mention— I gave you that cardigan for free. That was two weeks’ worth of hard work. I’m afraid I don’t have the ability to take time out to alter it for free either. If you really want to get it done, you could ask an external tailor to do it for you. I know a few who can do really good embroidery.” 

Alya faltered. “But... We used to be best friends...” 

Snorting mentally, Marinette continued to hold her calm composure. “Like I said, you really shouldn’t say that, Alya. Lila might get upset and we don’t want to hurt her feelings— Right, Adrien?” 

The blonde jumped when the conversation turned to him out of nowhere. All of a sudden, every eye in the classroom was fixed on him. “R— Right, of course.” He said, forcing out each word. 

Satisfied, Marinette nodded, still wearing her ever-so-kind smile. “Exactly.” 

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“Hey, why don’t we all go out and have a picnic outside during lunch?” Alya suggested loudly, jumping up as soon as the lunch bell rang. “Marinette, you can come along too!” Something inside the reporter’s chest was stirring, and with the events of the past few days, Alya felt like she just had to quench that unsettling feeling— And the first step to that was to mend things with Marinette, even though it was the bluenette’s fault for always having been biased to Lila. Alya smiled, proud of herself. She would be the bigger person, she would forgive Marinette, she would integrate the designer back into the class again. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Marinette replied just as quickly, “We don’t know what Lila might be allergic to— She could easily trigger a reaction if we go out, especially since it’s spring.” 

A collective choir of groans rounded the class. 

“Well, I’m going to go back to the hotel to have a first-class meal,” Chloe turned her nose up at her classmates. “... Dupain-Cheng, would you like to come?” 

Shock painted the faces of the whole classroom. Did Chloe just... Ask Marinette something... Politely? 

“I’d love to take that offer, Chloe.” Responded the bluenette, graceful and flawless as ever. “Perhaps tomorrow?” 

“Suit yourself. They’re serving lobster today.” Chloe huffed. “If you’re really that busy, then fine. We can discuss...” The Mayor’s daughter trailed off as she blushed. 

The bluenette giggled knowingly. “You’d like to commission a dress from me, right?” 

“... No.” 

“...” 

“... Maybe.” 

“Alright.” Marinette nodded. “Then maybe it’ll be more convenient if I head over to the hotel after school. I’ll need to take your measurements and we can discuss the prices after.” 

“Whatever.” Chloe waved her away haughtily, a poor effort to cover up her embarrassment. “Sabrina. Let’s go.” 

“Chloe?” Alya guffawed. “Why are you commissioning something from Marinette?” 

Rolling her eyes as if Alya had just asked the stupidest question ever, Chloe answered plainly. “Because she’s one of the up-and-rising designers in the industry? Have you seen what Dupain-Cheng is wearing today? Celebrities are already fighting for spots in her commission list. Even my mother and Gabriel Agreste acknowledge her talent. I’m not dumb, Cesaire. I can recognise a future fashion queen when I see one.” 

Wow, Marinette breathed, looking at the stunned faces around the room, Chloe sure knows how to create an impression. 

“W— Well.” Stuttered the reporter after Chloe made her big exit. “Then... What about going to the bakery for lunch?” 

“Didn’t Lila say she saw a rat in the bakery the last time she visited it?” Marinette pointed out. “The health officer checked the surveillance and the claim was dismissed, of course, because my parents make sure the bakery is as hygienic as possible— But I’m sure Lila is traumatised from that incident. I wouldn’t want to force her to come along to the bakery— And we wouldn’t want to leave her out either, right?” 

This elicited another round of groans. 

Oh, I am enjoying myself way too much, Marinette chuckled mentally. 

“Then— Then...” Alya struggled visibly before she was put out of her misery. 

“It’s fine, Alya.” The designer reassured her. “I wouldn’t want to bother Lila. I’m sure she’s still upset at me. You guys go ahead. I have to go back to the bakery to help my parents out. See you guys after!” 

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Slam! 

Lila fumed, hand still pressed on her locker door. What. The. Hell. Was Mari-brat trying to do? She didn’t miss the way some of her classmates sent her unsatisfactory looks after that pre-lunch stunt that Marinette had pulled. 

And what was the thing about high-and-mighty Chloe commissioning from Marinette? 

Sure, Lila would admit that the cardigan that the designer made was indeed gorgeous, and the fabric was smooth and velvety, a quality unlike any of the clothing that Lila had ever had the privilege to touch— But surely a lowly brat like Dupain-Cheng couldn’t be that popular... Right? 

Dammit, hissed the Italian girl, Maybe I should’ve tried being friends with Mari-brat instead of Cesaire. 

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“Is that... Marinette and Kagami?” Nino gaped, prompting Alya to turn around. It was true— Walking up the steps of Francois Dupont together were the two blue-haired girls, a gentle smile dancing on Kagami’s lips as Marinette talked animatedly, her hands waving around quickly to further elaborate her point. 

Students lounging around the entrance for lunch couldn’t tear their eyes off the two and their matching dresses. Sure, the two girls had walked into school the same way that morning— But now that the afternoon sun was high up in the sky, the golden and silver embroidery was glinting luminously, revealing the true caliber of Marinette’s craft. 

“But... They’re rivals.” Stuttered Alya. She just couldn’t understand... Weren’t they supposed to hate each other? 

“They both like Adrien but they can still get along,” Nino remarked thoughtfully, taking a bite from his sandwich. “So Marinette wasn’t lying about going to meet Kagami yesterday.” 

Alya was silent. 

“Alya? What’s wrong?” Worried, Nino put a hand around his girlfriend’s shoulder, care and concern shining through his honest eyes. 

“If... If Marinette doesn’t get jealous or biased over someone who also likes Adrien...” Alya started quietly, eyes still fixed on the two girls, “Then why was she so against Lila?” 

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“Mlle. Bustier?” The teacher looked up at the voice of her favourite student. Fondly, she smiled. Marinette had finally seen the light and changed her ways, becoming the helpful, generous, kind Marinette that served as a great example for her peers. “May I make an announcement before class ends?” 

“Of course, dear.” Mlle. Bustier gave permission instantly— Marinette was taking up the reins of leadership again! The teacher couldn’t help but do a happy dance internally. 

“I have an announcement to make, so if everyone could listen, I’d be really thankful.” Marinette started, her clear blue eyes meeting those of her classmates. 

She took a deep breath. This is it. I’ve done what I needed to do, now it’s time to finish the job. 

“These past two days... Have been great,” Marinette started wistfully. “I really missed hanging around everyone, just like we did before,” Before you all turned your backs on me and stabbed me when I wasn’t looking, “But I can’t deny— And neither can you— That the things that have happened... They had a really deep impact. And I’ve realised that I can’t just ignore that damage that has been done.” The damage that has been done to me. “So, for the better of everyone— I’ve decided that I... Will transfer classes.” 

It was as if an explosion had gone off in Mlle. Bustier’s classroom. 

“Girl! You can’t do that!” Alya exclaimed in dismay, “We can fix things! Everything has been going well these few days, haven’t they?” 

“Dudette! Honestly, we forgive you.” Nino sighed, “Things just aren’t the same if you’re not here anymore.” 

Adrien didn’t say a word, but the imploring gaze he wore said enough. Please don’t leave me here alone. We promised we’d fight together, right? As long as both of us know... 

Marinette held her hand up to silence them, and the classroom, just as swiftly, became the deadly silence that followed post-disaster. “I understand. But once again, this is for the better,” — Of my mental health, “I’ve talked to Mlle. Mendeliev, and she’s agreed to take me in. I believe that once the changes have taken place, we can all grow more freely without restrictions.” 

In the corner, Mlle. Bustier was tearing up and dabbing at her eyes with her sleeve. 

“Mlle. Bustier,” Marinette turned to her teacher, no malice in her eyes. “I’ll be under Mlle. Mendeliev’s care now.” 

“Marinette...” The teacher sobbed quietly, with Chloe shooting her a look of disgust from the front row. 

“It’s not going to be easy for any of us,” Marinette turned back to the class, “But with time, I’m sure we will all prosper. Especially since you will now be under the care of our one and only Lila Rossi.” 

Adrien looked like someone had just killed a puppy in front of him. 

“Since I am the current class president, I thought I’d pass on the duties onto the most capable person in our class.” Marinette explained warmly, never moving her gaze away from the bewildered Lila. “Lila has the most connections in our class out of all of us, and she’s met so many CEOs and entrepreneurs that she must know a lot about organising and planning. I’m sure you can do it, Lila, but...” She paused. “You can handle it, right?” 

“Y— Yeah. Of course.” Lila stuttered. 

“You promised the class that you’d get BTS to perform for the year-end fundraiser since you were supposed to be in an arranged marriage with their youngest member, Jungkook.” Marinette continued, God I am enjoying myself too much honestly, but I ain’t going to stop now, “And you said you could convince your godfather, Bruce Wayne, to allow the class to go to Wayne Enterprises for this year’s class trip.” 

“She said she could convince Tony Hawk to give me an internship, too!” Alix chipped in. 

“And that she’d bring me along the next time Prince Ali asks for her help for a charity cause!” Rose smiled. 

“She said she’d introduce me to the CEO of Graham Films!” Nino’s eyes shone at the idea. 

The class continued to talk all over one another until Marinette silenced them once more. “Now, now. Let’s not overwhelm Lila. We wouldn’t want her to be overworked or to feel like the expectations are set too high, right?” 

The class agreed, nodding along. 

Marinette made eye contact with Lila, offering her a sweet smile as she did so. Lila, on the other hand, had no taste for such politeness. Instead, she straight-out glared at the former class president. 

This is your problem now. 

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“Marinette! I was hoping to catch you before you went home,” Alya panted, having been able to find the bluenette in the locker room before the designer slipped out of her reach. “You... You’re really serious about leaving?” 

“Yeah.” Smiled Marinette, organising her textbooks into her bag, dusting down her skirt. Noticing Alya’s crestfallen expression, she took the initiative to continue the conversation. “Is there anything else, Alya?” 

“Did you... Did you really hate Lila because she liked Adrien, too?” The reporter asked somewhat timidly. 

Marinette giggled. Normally, when the girl giggled, you could hear a gentle tinkling of wind chimes— But at that moment, Alya heard the freezing winds on Mount Everest instead. “Don’t be silly, Alya. All this over a boy? Besides, I’m over him.” 

“Then...” Alya swallowed difficulty. “Lila... Really was lying this whole time?” 

The gaze that swept across the reporter was stone cold, and it made Alya feel as if she was dangling over a valley of jagged rocks. “What do you think, Alya?” Even so, the bluenette maintained a sweet smile. 

“She was. She was lying the whole time.” Alya suddenly felt as if she had a shortness of air. “This whole time—” 

“Oh, good for you. You finally learned how to see further than one feet in front of you.” Marinette hummed. “I’m proud of you, really. But I’m afraid that I don’t have the time to listen to you slowly come to conclusions after I’ve tried making you see sense for the past half a year. I tried to stop you from ruining your futures, but I guess determination was always one of your good traits.” 

Alya slipped to the floor, having lost the feeling in her legs. She placed one hand against the lockers for support as she shook, weakly looking up at the girl who she was once so proud to call her ‘best friend’. 

“Marinette?” Kagami’s voice rang through the room, indicating that the girl was waiting at the doorway. “You said you were heading to Bourgeois’s hotel after school— Would you like a ride?” 

“That’d be nice, Kagami. A moment.” The designer looked down at her friend and smiled, albeit a little sadly this time— And then she lowered her voice. 

“Determination was always one of your good traits.” 

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“Marinette,” Adrien perked up at the sight of the bluenette leaving the school doors— Side by side with Kagami, who looked ready to draw a sword and start a duel then and there. 

“This’ll just take a minute, ‘Gami.” Marinette reassured, gently patting her friend’s arm. “Why don’t you get in the car first? It looks like it’s going to rain.” 

Reluctantly, Kagami nodded. “Alright.” Warily, the fencer stepped down the stairs and into the car— But even as she sat in the vehicle, she watched over her fellow bluenette like a hawk, ready to jump out and challenge the blonde if the situation called for it. 

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, not quite knowing what to say. Luckily for him, the designer decided to start the conversation. 

“I just wanted to say thank you.” Marinette smiled softly. A few months ago, when she looked at Adrien, she would see the kind, generous, pure-hearted boy with the finest golden hair and the brightest green eyes. Now? All she saw was a spineless, sheltered, passive child that was afraid of confrontations. 

“For what?” Adrien looked at Marinette, and no longer did he see the cute, pigtail-adorning girl that would blush fiercely everytime he tried to talk to her. Instead, he saw a beautiful, young woman, a rock that had pulled through all the odds to become a vibrant, iridescent diamond. 

Marinette was glowing with confidence, her presence diffusing into the air around her and triggering eyes to look up every time she walked by. There was something about the way she held herself that just made the woman demand awe and respect from those that crossed her path. The old ‘Clumsinette’ had been shed like an old snake skin to reveal a treasure, a better version of the bluenette that had always been waiting for her time to come. 

Bluebell eyes met green ones just as rain began to patter down onto the streets of Paris. Marinette glanced up slightly, not at all bothered as she smoothly retrieved an umbrella from her bag, holding it out for the blonde to take. A flush of deja vu burst through Adrien’s veins and through his skin as he took it with a mumbled thanks, eyes blown wide as Marinette let loose her hair from her ponytail, pulling her blazer over her head to avoid getting her head wet. 

Adrien could only gape as Marinette uttered familiar words back to him, a knowing smile dancing across her lips as she ran off into the rain as if an invisible weight had been lifted off her shoulders. The bluenette looked lighter, brighter, ready to take flight and soar towards the success that her crops of hard work had finally started to bear. Before the blonde model knew it, Marinette Dupain-Cheng had slipped out of his grip, already spreading her multi-coloured wings to land among the stars. 

“Thank you for telling me to take the high road.”  

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this was both satisfying and tiring to write... 

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Day 4 - Time Travel - @hellcheerweek

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“I wish I’d gotten to know you back then. I wish we’d had more time.”

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Chrissy woke up and her head felt like a thousand bricks were jumbling around inside of it. Her mouth was dry, tongue heavy, and she could feel that something was off. Taking in her immediate surroundings, she realized that she was definitely in her bed at home, which was good. But when she turned, she saw a collection of stuffed animals that shouldn’t have been there.

‘I donated those to the church nursery in freshman year. So why are they…?’

As Chrissy’s brain was slowly starting to panic, she went over all of the things she could remember from the night before. She remembered being over at Eddie’s trailer, like she did once a week at this point. They both preferred to be at Eddie’s since her mom was a snoop and would never approve of them hanging out. What her mom also couldn’t know was that Chrissy had been sneaking over on a regular basis to kiss him on the nights they didn’t smoke, the two of them making an unlikely couple that wouldn’t make sense to anyone else, but made perfect sense to the two of them. That was all that mattered to them.

Last night, in a haze of smoke and love for the boy laying beside her, she remembered sadness gripping her chest. Normally she was giggly when high, but tonight had other plans. Eddie’s eyes had been closed, listening to the Dio album he’d put on and humming along, not a care in the world. Chrissy had reached out and stroked a soft line down his jaw, loving how his mouth had quipped up into a smirk.

“Can’t keep your hands off me sweetheart?” As he lazily opened his eyes and met her gaze, Chrissy rolled on top of him, needing to satisfy the insane urge to have him closer in that moment. His chest rumbled and she could feel him groan into her mouth as she kissed and licked into his mouth. Eddie’s hands quickly came up to her thighs, rubbing circles with calloused hands that were getting dangerously close to slipping under her skirt.

Chrissy felt desperate at that moment. She kissed Eddie like she would never see him again, with nips and mewls that she couldn’t contain. Her hands gripped his hair at the nape of his neck and she tried her best to melt into him. She wanted to crawl into his chest and never leave. She wanted him to know how he lit a fire in her and how it never went out now. Eddie’s hands were definitely in dangerous territory now, his thumbs teasing the edge of her pantries that sat on her hips, her skirt flipped indecently up above her waist. The sadness in Chrissy’s heart rang out when she felt Eddie suddenly pause, pulling back to look at her. She hadn’t realized she was crying until Eddie brought his hands up to brush away the tears that had been falling down her cheeks.

“Hey, hey, hey… Chrissy, look at me.” Eddie’s calm voice calmed the anxious part of her that was screaming at her to get closer or he would disappear. “What’s wrong sweetheart? Did we smoke too much?” Shaking her head, Chrissy signaled to him that she was okay. She wasn’t having a bad trip.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to cry.”

“It’s okay,” he moved to turn them so that she was cradled into his arms, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back, grounding her. “Wanna talk about it?”

“It’s just… I love you Eddie. I love you a lot and it’s just not fair.” She huffed like a petulant child, knowing that what she was saying was ridiculous in a sense. “I wish I’d gotten to know you back then. I wish we’d had more time.”

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Chrissy sat up in her bed, eyes wide at the thought that somehow she was back in her freshman selfs body. Looking down, she could see that she was indeed smaller, ganglier, and not fully grown. Her body didn’t feel like her body. Throwing the covers off of herself, she ran to the mirror and her suspicions were confirmed. She was a freshman Chrissy Cunningham. Again.

Realizing she couldn’t do much about it, she went about her morning as normal. After checking the calendar on her desk, she realized it was the day before spring break of her freshman year, to be specific. It felt like lightning struck as she remembered why that day stuck out in her mind. It was the day Jason had asked her to be his girlfriend. The thought made Chrissy want to jump back into bed.

‘But you don’t have to say yes…’

A small voice in her head spoke up and she knew it was right. There was no way in hell that Chrissy Cunningham was going to put herself through that nightmare of a relationship now that she seemingly had a chance to make sure it never happened in the first place.

‘If I can’t go back to my own time, then I might as well make lemonade out of lemons.’

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The rest of the morning went well as Chrissy went through the expected motions, with a few twists. Her mother had suggested some outfits for her and Chrissy had politely refused her. After all, letting her mother have her way for so long was what turned her into a monster. She was determined to not let that happen again. Her mother had been puzzled and a bit miffed, but had surprisingly backed off once Chrissy set her boundaries. It was refreshing.

Thinking back during the car ride to school, Chrissy remembered that Jason had made a big show at lunch that day to ask her out. It was a classic Jason style move that screamed ‘LOOK AT ME!’ to everyone around them. She’d hated those moments and she wasn’t going to humor him with that nonsense today. After all, Chrissy had only one goal in mind and that was to find the boy she knew she loved. If the universe wanted to grant her wish, she was going to take it for all it was worth. Before first period, she quickly scribbled a note and folded it tightly in her hand.

Knowing that locker locations were different every year, she walked the halls briskly, hoping to see the wild head of black hair she knew all too well. Sure enough, she spotted Eddie easily in the crowd. He was still tall, but looked younger and had slightly shorter hair. He was different, but he was still Eddie. Chrissy picked up her pace as she came to stand behind him, her small frame still dwarfed by his larger one. With no hesitation, she tapped him on the shoulder.

“You dropped this,” she said succinctly. Eddie’s eyes widened and she thought they were going to pop out of his head. It made Chrissy chuckle since she knew he was probably shocked to see her. He very quickly threw on an amused look to hide his embarrassment, but Chrissy knew all of his tells. She knew all about how Eddie liked her since middle school. He couldn’t hide from her.

“Sorry to disappoint fair Cunningham, but I didn’t drop anything.” Eddie smirked and tried to put on his best act for her, tried to push her away. It only made her smile wider at him. He was clearly thrown off by this and cleared his throat, waiting to see what she would do.

“No, I’m pretty sure you dropped this.” Since he was eyeing her warily and not taking the bait, Chrissy sighed and rolled her eyes lovingly at him. It was cute to her how this younger Eddie wasn’t quite as sure of himself, and wasn’t quite so jaded. She moved a step closer and carefully placed the note into the pocket on the inside of his leather jacket. Invading his space was admittedly pretty fun, especially when it meant she got to see the familiar blush begin to creep its way up his neck. “Just promise to read it before lunch, okay?”

“No need to twist my arm Cunningham.” He sputtered as he held his hands up in surrender. “Your wish is my command.” Fighting the urge to toss out a coy reply, she instead turned and made her way to her freshman English class.

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Over the course of the entire morning, Chrissy had managed to dodge Jason, delaying the inevitable for as long as possible. She knew what was coming at lunch, and couldn’t wait to turn him down in front of everyone. She just hoped Eddie had read her note. Knowing him, there was a 99.999% chance he had ripped the thing open the minute he had a chance in first period.

Lunch was finally bearing down and Jason found her as she walked in. She’d forgotten how lanky he used to be and laughed at how silly he looked. It was hard to believe she used to think he was her whole future. Chrissy knew just how wrong that was now.

“Chris, hey!” She smiled weakly as he ran up to her, the rest of his friends looking on. “Listen, I have a really, really important question to ask you.”

“Oh. Well, can you make it quick? I had some plans during lunch.” She didn’t even try to hide her disinterest and for a split second, Jason’s perfect smile faltered.

“Uh, well..” His voice raised and heads began to turn, just like Chrissy remembered. “Chrissy, you mean the world to me and I know you feel the same so…” Jason dramatically pulled out the disgusting roses she also remembered hating so much. “Will you be my girl Chrissy?”

Girls were swooning, and boys were looking curiously to see exactly what she would do. Even as freshmen, her and Jason had been on top of the food chain of their peers. The first time this had happened, she’d felt the immense pressure to say yes. This time, she knew there was only one person that could give her what she wanted and it wasn’t Jason.

Before answering, her eyes swept the cafeteria, looking for the familiar table where Eddie typically sat. Sure enough, thanks to the note she’d given him earlier, he was looking straight at her. Their gazes locked and Chrissy felt the immense relief that came from knowing he was here. Eddie looked confused but held her gaze. Knowing he would see, Chrissy turned back to Jason and did what she’d wish she could’ve done years ago.

“No.”

“What?”

“I said no.” She said it sweet and matter of factly. “I know my mom made us hang out a lot, but I thought about it and I just don’t feel that way about you Jason.” Everyone looked flabbergasted. Every eye in the cafeteria was on them now and whispers were starting to fly. Instead of listening to Jason fumble for something to say, Chrissy just walked past him, making a beeline for the one person that was smiling in disbelief at what she’d done.

“Well,” she said nonchalantly, standing in front of Eddie as he smirked at her. “Did you save me that seat like I asked?” Eddie held up the note she’d written that morning and sure enough it was a crumpled mess, looking like he’d opened it and closed it about a thousand times since that morning.

“Absolutely sweetheart.”

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[rafescoke]

Crime ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

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Read the previous part: Part #1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader would do anything for the boy she loves from a summer ago.

Warnings: Story takes place at the start of season 2 (and some flashbacks from season 1), swearing, angst, death penalty, gaslighting, reader just needing help

“Get the fuck away,” she said against the pattering of the rain, still walking tiredly. She tried to blink to clear off her eyesight, but the rain was getting heavier. She hated the fact that her only choice was to get into the car, or else she would probably be sick until the end of the summer.

The car stopped, and whoever in that car sighed. “I don’t have time, and I won’t leave you alone. Get in.”

“Fuck off,” she said again, feeling her tank top sticking to her body. She felt extremely cold now, not wearing proper clothes or bringing some type of an umbrella.

“Get in,” he sighed again, and when the lightning struck a tree not far from where she was standing, she realised she really didn’t have a choice.

She placed herself into the Range Rover, wetting the seat and the carpet, and she could hear the faint music coming from the radio. She didn’t dare glance at the boy beside him, and he didn’t waste anymore time before hitting the breaks and speeding down the road.

“So you’re stalking me now?”

Rafe laughed, “I won’t call it stalking. Perhaps protecting.”

(Y/N) scoffed, watching the car freshener swaying from the rearview mirror. It was the freshener from before, and (Y/N) wondered if he ever changed It.

“What are you doing at the Chateau?”

“Nothing,” she mumbled, slightly shivering from the rain before. “Why? Are you mad?”

He stayed shut, his eyes focusing on the road, and (Y/N) crossed her arms again.

“I saw you kissed him.”

“Of course,” she laughed shrilly, not looking at him. “What else did you see? Did you stalk me in New York too?”

He shrugged, “Should’ve.”

“Fucking psycho,” she muttered under her breath. “Now what? You’re going to kill me like you murdered that sheriff?”

She watched as Rafe’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel, his eyes staring straight at the road. For a second she was afraid of him, but knew he would never hurt her, not when he loved her a bit too much.

“I fucking hate you,” she spat, crossing her arms. “And I wish I’ve never met you.”

“Say that again, and I’ll fucking kill you,” he breathed, and (Y/N) gritted her teeth. She watched him from the corners of her eyes, his fingers still etched onto the steering wheel, his face contorted in anger.

“You should be in jail,” she said again, and she didn’t know why she wouldn’t just shut up. She guessed she was probably tired of being treated like shit, and she wanted to put an end to it.

Rafe accelerated the car, driving straight back to Figure 8, and all those time they didn’t speak, just sitting in the silence as (Y/N) cried, thinking of what she had gotten herself into.

She was covering up for a crime.

If this news ever goes out she would never get a place in college, and all of her future dreams would be ruined.

She jolted out of her thoughts when the car stopped abruptly, and she looked at the view outside. The bold font of ‘Kildare County Sheriff’s Station’ greeted her, and she turned to look at Rafe quickly.

“What the fuck are we doing here?” She grunted, her heart beating wildly.

“Go. You’re done covering up for me? Go. Go and fucking tell them that Rafe Cameron murdered Sheriff Peterkin!” He expressed, his eyes flaring up in anger. “Isn’t that what you fucking want?”

(Y/N) stayed silent, her eyes glassy. The boy in front of her was breathing heavily, and she noticed how different he was from before.

His face had become smaller, and his cheekbones were more apparent. He didn’t slick his hair back anymore and just let them messily part, and his glowing blue eyes were now dark.

She held him in her hands, placing her forehead against his. “I don’t mean it like that, Rafe.”

Rafe closed his eyes, breathing into her scent that he had missed so much, and his hands instantly went up to her hair. He bit his lips, feeling her now, and wished he would never have to part from her again.

“They’re having a hearing for John B,” Rafe said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And they’re calling you for the hearing too.”

She sucked in a breath, knowing this was bound to happen, “Rafe, I-”

“I’m not forcing you to cover up for me,” he whispered, “I get it if you won’t do it anymore. You hate me, and it’s okay. I would do the same.”

The tears were streaming down her face now, and she couldn’t bring herself to wipe them away. She held him close, still caressing his face, and bit her lips to stop a whimper.

“My dad’s going to ask you to cover up for me, and it’s okay if you won’t do it on the day of the hearing,” he continued, and she watched a tear roll down his face. He quickly wiped them away, pulling himself away and sighing before the steering wheel. “I just want you to know that I love you.”

“Rafe,” she sighed. This was exactly the problem; seeing him so weak under her, and she wanted nothing but to stay with him forever.

She held him close as he sobbed onto her lap, running her fingers through his hair.

Would she do it? Would she actually do this?

“I’ll do it,” she said, and Rafe quickly looked up to her, shaking his head. “I’ll do it,” she repeated, her eyes certain.

“You don’t have to,” he said, cupping her face. “Oh, baby, thank you, I love you so much. I love you so much.”

The news about (Y/N) having to stand for the hearing wasn’t accepted well by her parents, and Mr (Y/L/N) argued until the night sky settled in with Ward about how this will affect her college applications, to which Ward promised he would do everything in his will to help her get into the best college in the states.

The hearing was set not until next week, but (Y/N) could already feel the pressure building up in her stomach. It was between justice and Rafe now, and she didn’t know what to choose.

Rafe had been there with her throughout the whole week, just staying in bed with her, hugging her close and never letting go. It was just like their usual Sunday mornings last year, but this wasn’t as peaceful as that.

“I love you,” he said, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead. (Y/N) shifted, so that she was facing the other way, and she wished she didn’t have to have such a hard time thinking about what she would be saying during the hearing.

All her life, she was told to always tell the truth, especially when there’s somebody falsely accused. But she loved Rafe too much, and she wouldn’t let him go even for a second again.

It was the night before the hearing that Rafe had to leave and see her tomorrow when Mrs (Y/L/N) entered her room, placing herself beside the lump under the blanket.

“Hey, mom,” she said, her voice croaky.

“Hey,” she smiled weakly, placing her hands against her cheeks. (Y/N) leaned into her touch, and wished she was still a little child. “Did Rafe do it?”

“Huh?” She sat up straight, rubbing her eyes. She laughed nervously, “Mom, what are you saying?”

“All I’m saying is,” she sighed, “It’s okay if he did it. You can tell me, (Y/N). I’m always here for you.”

She so badly wanted to tell her mother, to confess about the whole thing and cried against her arms. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to part with Rafe again, and she wouldn’t do it even for a few seconds.

“He didn’t,” she lied, laying her head against the pillow again. “It was John B.”

“Okay,” she nodded, but (Y/N) could feel that she knew all along.

“You must do the right thing, okay?” Was all she said, before she placed another soft kiss against her forehead and left her to cry her heart out until the morning sun appeared.

. . .

(Y/N) glanced at Rafe and his father behind her, and quickly looked back at the judge. She closed her eyes, feeling so shaky, and cleared her throat.

“I was with Rafe, we were just there to send, um, Ward off to the Bahamas. I was, uh, alone with him,” she started, her voice so shaky she felt as if she had just confessed the truth. She cleared her throat again, “We saw, um, Sheriff Peterkin and um, John B, Ward and Sarah.”

“Did Rafe Cameron shoot Sheriff Peterkin?”

It felt like a slap across her face, and she didn’t know what to do. She glanced at John B again, in his orange suit, looking at her with pleading eyes. She looked her parents, determined that she was not guilty, and back to Rafe, who was on the edge of crying.

“(Y/N)? Did Rafe Cameron shoot Sheriff Peterkin?”

(Y/N) thoughts wandered to the first time she and Rafe had sex. It happened in a party, and (Y/N) never regretted her actions on that day. That was only a few days after he had asked her to become his girlfriend, and 4 days away before the murder of the sheriff took place.

“You’re drunk,” she laughed, pushing him onto the sofa before climbing on top of him. This was usual between the two of them, always teasing each other but never really acting on it. But (Y/N) felt different that day, and she wanted the whole him.

“Oh yeah?” He raised a brow from under her, his fingers playing with the hem of her skirt. He turned her over so she was now under him, and she giggled ferociously, closing her eyes. His fingers trailed down to her cheeks, and he bit his lips as she let out a whimper.

He leaned closer, his lips nibbling on her earlobe. She groaned, tugging on his head, “What should we do then?”

“(Y/N), did Rafe shoot Sheriff Peterkin?”

(Y/N) looked up to the judge, her eyes glassy and her lips trembling. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, and voiced out her own version of truth.

“It was John B who shot Sheriff Peterkin.”

The whole crowd went wild, Kie was screaming from the back, and she could hear Ward exclaiming happily, satisfied. She bit her lips, knowing she just committed a crime, and looked at John B.

Rafe went to put his arms around her, whispering an ‘are you okay?’ to which she nodded at, but she was far from okay; she felt like screaming her heart out.

Rafe placed another kiss against the back of her head before reclaiming his seat beside Ward, his body relaxing.

“John Booker Routledge, pursuant to the North Carolina statute section 14, you are charged with murder in the first degree with aggravated circumstances. The maximum sentence would be the death penalty.”

The crowd broke out into chaos again, and (Y/N) had never felt weaker than before. Rafe quickly pulled her up, whispering comforting words into her ear, all while Kie and the other pogues tried to surround her.

“(Y/N), it’s not too late-” JJ tried to reach her, “(Y/N), please. Don’t fucking do this to me! You know the truth!”

“Fucking move,” Rafe muttered, still wrapping his arms around (Y/N) and walking towards the exit. She felt lifeless under his touch, so weak she could feel herself fainting.

She just sent someone to a death penalty.

“Murderer!” Kie yelled, just before Rafe could put her into the car, caressing her hair and letting her drop onto his lap, trembling intensely.

“You’re fine,” he whispered, soothing her hair as the car drove away, and the screams behind her slowly disappeared. “You’re fine.”

He kissed her on her forehead, “Thank you, baby. I love you. I love you so much.”

Her head had never felt more painful, and she could hear a ringing tone thrumming against her eardrums. She tugged on Rafe’s wrist, pulling him close. All in all, she was glad to be back into his arms.

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You work at the preschool next to Casie’s middle school. One day, you catch Colson’s eyes while working, and lucky for him you happen to know his daughter.

Request: “Hi!! Let me start out by saying that you are so so so talented!! I was wondering if you’d write something about colson falling for a preschool teacher? like he just sees her one day while he’s picking up casey from the middle school and he’s all soft seeing her interact with the kids and he makes up excuses to keep coming to see you!?”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: Cursing (maybe?)

A/N: I did that thing where I write too much… again.

Word Count: 2394

Colson tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, drumming softly to the beat of the music coming from his radio. He pulled into the school parking lot, the line already a million cars long it seemed. But he promised Casie he would pick her up whenever he wasn’t working so she didn’t have to take the bus. If that meant spending thirty minutes in a line of slow-moving cars, so be it.

As he was jamming, he glanced out the passenger window, finding a smaller building with a chain link fence outside, surrounding a child’s playground. The door happened to swing open while he was looking, and from there time seemed to move in slow motion.

Out of the door came a dozen or so toddlers, waddling their way outside, surrounding the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. The sun bounced off of your skin perfectly, making everything around you seem so much brighter.

Your skirt flowed with the slight breeze, making the scene more picturesque. He watched as you reached down, picking up one of the toddlers and holding him in your arms. The small boy seemed to be crying, over what Colson couldn’t tell.

You seemed to be speaking to the boy, bouncing him up and down in your arms to comfort him. Meanwhile, a little girl with pigtails made her way over to you. You spoke to her brightly, reaching the arm that wasn’t holding the boy to hold her hand.

Colson’s eyes followed you as you let her drag you over to the playground. You supported her as she climbed the small rock-climbing wall and reach the landing for the slide. You then smiled as she made her way down the slide, telling her good job when she made it to the bottom.

You then turned your attention back to the boy in your arms, making silly faces at him until he laughed.

All it took was those few moments for Colson to get hooked. If there was one thing he found attractive above all else, it was women who loved children. He refused to date anyone who wasn’t supportive of his relationship with Casie, so you were already ahead of everyone on his list. It also helped that you were breathtakingly beautiful.

Colson just got good vibes from you. From his brief observation of you, he could tell you were compassionate and kind, but also childlike and fun, much like himself.

The blonde man was pulled from his thoughts as the car in front of him started moving, signaling the line was moving.

 The next day, Colson had a plan. Instead of driving into the school parking lot, he pulled into the pre-school. He checked himself out in the mirror, praying he would see you working. He stepped out of the car, putting on his best confused dad face, and walked into the building.

And by some miracle, you happened to be speaking with the woman at the front desk.

You were even prettier up close, eyes meeting his and stopping him dead in his tracks. You smiled kindly, voice ringing out, “can I help you, sir.”

He returned your smile, “I was looking for the middle school but I have a feeling I ended up in the wrong place.”

You giggled slightly, “just a little. The middle school is just next door.” You pointed to your right. “Are you picking up a sibling?” You asked.

Truthfully, the man had caught your eye the moment he stepped into the door. It was rare you saw someone your own age, and he was exponentially more attractive than most men. What would it hurt if you got to know him a little bit?

“My daughter, actually.” He spoke, fiddling with the key in his hand. You tilted your head, his face seeming vaguely familiar.

You hesitated before speaking, “who’s your daughter? I substitute over there sometimes and you look vaguely familiar.”

He bit his lip, hoping he hadn’t blown his cover. “Casie Baker.” But surely, he’d have remembered you if he’d met you.

Your eyes widened at the name, “Casie? She’s my absolute favorite!” You grinned at the man, realizing immediately that their similar features made him feel familiar. “She’s awesome.”

Colson smiled, letting out a nervous chuckle, “thank you. Yeah, she’s great.”

“She tells me about you. Whenever I sub in her classes, she talks about how cool you are.”

Colson blushed lightly, rubbing his neck. “I’m Colson.” He reached out an arm to shake your hand, mentally kicking himself as soon as he did it.

You found it endearing, shaking his hand “Y/N.”

 A few days passed and Colson still couldn’t get over how soft your hands were, or how your touch sent electricity running through his body.

He felt ridiculous, leaving rehearsals and recording sessions to pick Casie up with the hope that he gets a glimpse of you.

After a few days of nothing, he almost loses that hope. Until he happens to arrive at the school a little bit early, windows rolled down to let the cool air in. He hears the sudden sound of children laughing, pulling his attention to the playground next door.

And there you are, in all your beautiful glory. Guiding the kids out, helping them into swings and onto the stairs.

Colson must’ve pleased some God because you looked over your shoulder and found him. Of all the cars in the line, you found his, eyes locking immediately. You smiled softly, reaching a hand over to him and waving. He waved back, trying to keep his cool. But really, he was freaking out.

He thought about saying something, or mouthing something, rather, as you were too far away to hear him, but he was stopped by the beautiful brown hair of his favorite girl in the world. Casie plopped herself down on the seat next to him, her backpack falling to the floor with a frown on her face.

She looked up to her dad, about to complain about her day when she saw his preoccupation. She followed his eyes, finding you in the playground. Immediately her mood was lifted, and she turned back to her dad with a grin on her face.

“Daaad?” She questioned, her voice lifting at the end of her question. The blond man looked down to her a soft smile in his face.

“Hey Case, how was school?”

“You think she’s pretty, right?” Casie ignored his question.

Colson scoffed, rolling his eyes, and shifting his car into gear. “She’s… pretty. I guess.” He mumbled, pressing lightly on the gas.

Casie continued smiling up at him, “that’s Ms. Y/N. She’s the coolest.”

“Put your seatbelt on.” He said, pulling out of the parking lot. “And I know, I met her the other day.”

Casie’s eyes lit up at the thought of her two favorite adults meeting. “Really? How? Did you like her?”

Colson chuckled at his daughter, “I went into the pre-school parking lot by accident and she showed me how to get here.” He blushed, knowing Casie would easily spot his lie.

And that she did, “I’ve been going here for almost two years, how did you accidentally go into the wrong parking lot? You pick me up all the time.”

Colson coughed nervously, “so, how was school?” He tried to change the subject.

Casie gasped, “did you go to the preschool just to see her? You like her!”

“I just met her Casie.”

“You like Ms. Y/N!” she sang, dancing in her seat.

“How was school, loser?” He asked, laughing at her.

She ignored him, again. “Does she know you’re my dad? Did she say anything about me?”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself at her excitement. “Yes, she does, and yes, she did.”

“What did she say?” Casie practically yelled.

“She said you were the worst student she’s ever substituted for.” He smirked, flinching lightly as Casie slapped his arm.

“She did not say that!” The girl pouted, “Ms. Y/N is my favorite teacher in the whole world.”

He couldn’t help but smile at her affection for you. “She’s not even technically your teacher. But she did say that you were her favorite student.”

Her eyes twinkled, “really?”

Colson nodded, “she also told me that you talk about me in class.” He looked at the girl, raising an eyebrow, “any reason why?”

Casie sunk into her seat, a guilty expression on her face. “No.” Colson looked back to the road, but his eyebrow was still raised, “Okay, fine. I just think it’d be really cool if my favorite dad and my favorite teacher were… friends.”

Colson laughed, “I am your only dad, first of all, and second… don’t be weird.”

“But you said you liked her!” Casie pointed out, making the man’s ears turn red.

“I said she was pretty, that’s not the same thing.”

Casie sang again, “whatever you say.”

He rolled his eyes again, letting out a sigh and dropping the conversation, knowing he would lose. “Are you gonna tell me how school was or not?”

Casie sighed, hitting her back against the seat, “Mr. Clemmons was being mean today again. He said he’s not gonna curve our test even though only 2 people got an A on it.” She crossed her arms and huffed.

Colson pouted, bringing a hand to rub her shoulder, “what’d you get on it?”

She mumbled out, “a B.”

His eyes went wide, “dude, what? That’s awesome, that’s above average. You should be proud of that!” He always tried to encourage Casie, knowing the insane amount of pressure people put on their kids nowadays and not wanting her to feel that.

Casie shrugged, “yeah but my guidance counselor says if I want to get into a magnet program in high school, I have to get all A’s. And I have to get in a magnet program high school to get into a good college.”

His eyes went wide as he pulled into his driveway, “woah, woah, woah. You’re 11 years old! You don’t need to worry about that stuff and whoever is telling you that is wrong. Getting a B or even a C isn’t gonna stop you from getting into whatever program you want, I promise.”

Casie sighed, opening the door, and sliding out. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. Can we go back to talking about how you like Ms. Y/N?” She asked, her shoulders slumped.

Colson rolled his eyes, climbing out of the car and following her inside. “I don’t like Ms. Y/N.” He groaned.

“Whatever, but next time she substitutes my class, I’m texting you and you’re gonna bring me lunch and talk to her.” Casie said, going to her room and throwing her backpack onto her bed.

 A week and a half later, Colson was sitting in his car in the school parking lot, staring at himself through his rearview mirror. He looked at the bag of chick-fil-a in the passenger side seat and sighed. His phone buzzed, a text from Casie coming through.

Lunch is starting, where are you???

He chuckled and texted back.

Going to the office now, calm down

He grabbed the bags and drinks, opening his door and stepping out. He made his way through the office, getting his visitor’s badge, and moving towards the cafeteria. He opened the door, searching through the sea of children for his daughter, only to find your eyes instead.

You smiled brightly, head tilting as if to ask why he’s here. He returned the smile, holding up the bags to answer your question. Casie appeared next to you, waving her hand. Colson made his way through the pre-teens, trying not to crush any of them.

Casie and you giggled at his struggle, joking with each other. Eventually he reached you two, setting the food on the table that Casie had reserved just for you three. The girl took her place across from him, motioning you to sit down next to him. You laughed but followed her directions.

Colson took the food out of the bag, passing Casie her sandwich and fries and pulling his food out of the bag. He turned to you, a smile on his face. “Woah, they must’ve given me an extra sandwich.” He held it out for you to take.

You obliged, giggling lightly. “How strange.” You commented, your smile never leaving.

“Oh, right. Ms. Y/N, this is my dad, Colson. Dad, this is Ms. Y/N, the best substitute ever.” Casie said, pointing between the two.

Colson chuckled, “yes, Casie. We’ve met.” He looked over to you, hiding his laugh behind his sandwich.

“Yep. Someone got lost and found me at the preschool.” You said, your voice exaggerating. Shit, Colson thought, you were onto him. “Speaking of, Casie. I know you’ve been talking about needing volunteer hours. If you want you can come by after school some days and help me with the aftercare program? I can take you home afterwards if your dad can’t pick you up.”

Casie smiled brightly, nodding her head. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

Colson watched the interaction, fondness in his eyes. If he wasn’t sure before, he was now. He was falling hard.

You turned to him, kindness in your eyes, “if it’s okay with your dad.” You said and he nodded.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind having her around. I’m cool with it.” He tried to hide the blush on his cheeks as you continued to look at him, taking in his features.

Casie squealed, “thank you!”

You simply smiled and shrugged, “it’s not a big deal. I get some extra help and I get to spend some more time with my favorite 11-year-old. Maybe her dad can even stop by and help sometime.”

You turned to the man next to you, who was sure he’d turned very red. He was never this nervous around women, but something about you made him incredibly self-conscious, like he had to impress you.

He mumbled out a quick “huh?” before registering your question. “Uh, yeah, sure. If you want me to come help. I’d be cool with that.” He turned to meet your eyes.

You giggled, holding the eye contact, “I do want you to. I’d like it a lot if you did.”

Casie looked between you two, suddenly regretting what she’d done, “are you two done? I’m trying to eat my sandwich.”

[ragingbookdragon]

It's As Real As You And Me

Batsis x Kyle Rayner One-Shot

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst,

Author's Note: If you cry while writing, it means you're doing it right...right? -Thorne

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“Do we have to get out of bed today?” he groaned, silencing the alarm that had been snoozed at least three times before. “I don’t wanna get out of bed today.”

She snorted at him, rolling rather slowly to face his bedside. “I don’t think we have to.” She said. “We’re old. We can do whatever we want.”

He thought for a moment, old eyes trying to focus on the woman beside him; but without his glasses he couldn’t see a damn thing. “Breakfast at Pop’s?”

“That sounds wonderful,” she replied, rising from the bed. “I’m showering first.”

“Oh no you don’t!” he retorted, trying to hurry after her and she laughed, pushing him back onto the bed.

“Stop that, Kyle, before you pop your hip outta place again.”

“Ah, it’ll pop back in, (Y/N). Quit worrying.”

(Y/N) frowned at him, pointing, “You keep on and I’ll talk the kids into putting us into an old folks’ home so I can keep an eye on you better.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” Kyle griped. “We’d lose the only independence we’ve got, and you don’t wanna do that.”

They glared at each other for a minute before smiles split across their faces and they fell into laughter, pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you, Kyle Rayner.”

He gently raised a hand, caressing her cheek. “And I love you more, (Y/N) Rayner.” Pecking her lips three times, he pulled away and she helped him to his feet.

“C’mon. Let’s go get ready.” She said and he gasped dramatically.

“Well, Missus Rayner, you want to fool around in the shower? At our age?” he teased, and she rolled her eyes.

“God, it’s been like seven decades and you’re still the biggest skirt chasing dork ever.”

Kyle grinned at her. “I try.”

***

“Did KJ call you back like he said he was going too?”

“Mhm,” he answered, cutting into the waffles on his plate. “Spoke to him last night. Said he’d call again after he and Thomas get back from Vermont with Sophia and the other grandkids.” He looked at her, putting the fork in his mouth. “Martha Ann call you about Devin?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Yes. He’s gotten in trouble with GCPD again.” She waved it off, picking up her coffee cup. “I’ve half a mind to tell her to send our grandson to Jason and let him sort that boy out.”

Kyle snorted. “Jason would wear that kid like a slipper.”

“That’s what he needs.” She shot back. “This is the second time in a month that he’s been caught shoplifting. Mark my words, husband of mine, that boy’s a kleptomaniac and if Martha Ann doesn’t do something about it, he’s going to get worse.”

He placed a hand on hers. “You’re getting worked up again. Relax.”

“How many times have I told you not to tell me to relax?”

“I don’t know, how many times have I not listened?”

“Ass.”

“Old lady.”

“I swear I’ve never seen two elderly people more in love and so at odds with one another than I have you two.” They glanced up, seeing Stacy with the coffee pot and another plate of eggs and bacon. “Refills?”

(Y/N) smiled and held out her cup. “Thanks Stacy.”

“Of course!” she looked at her. “You two going anywhere after this?”

Kyle met (Y/N)’s gaze and offered a shrug; she nodded. “I suppose we could take a drive around the countryside. You know, like old people do on Sundays.”

Stacy laughed. “Missus Rayner, you don’t look a day over twenty-five. Now Mister Rayner, I’m afraid that white hair of yours tells me you are more than a few over twenty-five.”

He scowled at the waitress. “If there was ever a time I wish was still in my twenties, it’d be now.” He gestured to the walking cane. “Bum hip. Bum leg.”

“Bum head.” (Y/N) coughed under her breath and he glared at her.

“You think you’re funny.”

“I think I’m adorable.” She smirked, waggling her brows and Stacy merely laughed, wandering back into the kitchen. (Y/N) sighed. “It does make you think though…about the old days.”

Kyle nodded. “I wouldn’t trade our time for anything but...” he squeezed her hand. “I want to be back in that suit just for a minute.”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah…patrolling with dad and Dick and the others.” Her eyes started to moisten, and she inhaled sharply, dabbing at her eyes. “Sorry sweetheart.”

His smile held sympathy. “You never have to apologize, muse.” She saw his Adam’s apple bob slightly. “I miss them too.” His voice was rather hoarse, and they sat in silence the rest of the meal, remembering their dearest siblings and friends who’d passed on. Her father Bruce, and oldest brother Dick, both their wives too. And Kyle’s closest friends had all gone on too; Guy, John, and Hal had passed the month before.

The price of getting old, they guessed.

***

“I wish my hands were still able to hold pencils like I once could.”

(Y/N) rested her head on his shoulder, eyes scanning the expanse of the sunset before them. “I know what you mean.” She inhaled the scent of the freshly cut grass beside the shore. “Your painting of this would be beautiful.”

Kyle hummed. “Not as beautiful as you are.”

“I’m ninety-two and you’re telling me that even covered in wrinkles and white hair that I’m prettier than the skyline?”

He nodded. “Always have been.” He shifted until he could see her face. “Always will be, my beautiful muse.”

(Y/N) grinned like the heavens had split and leaned close, pecking his three times lips. “I love you, Kyle Rayner.”

“I love you more, (Y/N) Rayner.”

***

She turned the burner off, pouring the gravy into the boat, before setting it on the small table. “Dinner’s ready.” She called towards the living room. He’d gone into the old study when they’d gotten home and pulled out his art supplies, determined to prove he still had it.

(Y/N) frowned. “Sweetheart, dinner’s ready!” she called a little louder that time and then huffed a laugh. “Fool fell asleep.”

Wandering through the kitchen doorway into the living room, she saw him in his recliner, chin tucked into his chest, eyes closed. She sat on the side of his recliner and touched his shoulder. “Kyle, dinner’s on the table.” He didn’t open his eyes and she bent her head down to look at his face. “Kyle?”

She reached down and took one of his hands, it was cooling. “Sweetheart?” Something tightened in her throat and with her other hand, she gently pressed underneath his jaw, holding for a few seconds before she let out a pained breath. “Oh, Kyle.”

(Y/N) curled her hand tighter around his, leaning down to press her lips to his temple. She couldn’t bring herself to move as she let out a quiet sob, pressing her face into his hair. “I love you,” she whispered. “I hope you know that.” Her lips wobbled and tears cascaded down her cheeks. “I wouldn’t trade our seventy-five years for anything. We lived a beautiful life.”

She pulled away and gently took his glasses off his face, setting them onto the table. Her eyes fell to his lap where his other hand lay, a color pencil still held in it. (Y/N) felt a watery laugh bubble in her chest as she saw the last masterpiece he’d ever made.

A portrait of the sunset they'd been looking at that day. A beautiful blend of red, orange, pink, and purple cascading across the sheet like an explosion of the sky.

Her eyes fell across the words written in white along the edge,

To my beautiful muse. Always and forever.

He still had it.

And it was perfect.

***

“Julia, can you push me out onto the patio?” she asked, looking out the window. “I think I wanna sit outside for a few moments.”

The young woman, no older than twenty-two smiled brightly. “Of course, Miss Rayner!” she happily complied, pushing (Y/N)’s wheelchair out onto the cobblestone patio, sitting her next to the table. “Do you want me to bring your dinner to you?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I’d like that. Thank you.”

“Alright, I’ll be back in a few moments.”

Julia wandered off and she glanced towards the skyline. It had been about six months since she let her children talk her into getting an in-home nurse after he had passed. She had argued, but after falling twice, she knew it was time to have someone look after her. (Y/N) was adamant about not going to a senior citizens home; she wanted to stay in the home her and him had built until she went too.

Her children and grandchildren had visited her the week before, all having to return to their lives once school had started and jobs went back. She understood—(Y/N)’d once been a busy wife and mother too. But it was lonely without him, and she missed him dearly.

Her eyes found the skyline again and she sighed heavily, feeling rather tired all of the sudden. A little nap wouldn’t hurt. And she knew Julia wasn’t the best cook so it’d take a while before dinner would be ready.

Just a few minutes of sleep.

Just a few minutes.

Just a few—

***

A warm breeze blew across her skin, and she cracked her eyes open, glancing out the open window of her bedroom. It felt like a normal Saturday morning. The type of mornings where she’d wake up to Tim or Damian jumping on her bed and telling her to get down to breakfast.

She blinked a few moments, not registering a thing until someone chuckled beside her. “You’ve been sleeping pretty soundly, sweetheart.”

Looking over, her eyes widened as she saw her father before her, young and handsome like he’d once been, sitting on the side of her bed. “Dad?” she breathed, and he smiled.

“Hello (Y/N).”

She shot up in a second, wrapping her arms around his neck, his own winding around her waist. “Dad,” she cried, tears gathering in her eyes. “You’re here.”

“I think it’s you who’s here, (Y/N).”

“What?” she pulled away and looked at him; her eyes drifted to the mirror hanging beside her door and she caught sight of herself—it registered as she lifted her hands to her face, no more wrinkles, no more snow-white hair, no more aches and pains.

“Looks like I fell asleep for more than a few minutes, didn’t I, dad?” she laughed, though she felt a deep sorrow.

He smiled sadly at her. “It’s the best way to go.”

(Y/N)’s eyes filled with tears, and she gazed at him. “I’ve missed you so much, dad.”

“I’ve missed you more, sweetheart.” Bruce replied, gently thumbing her cheek. “All of you.” He smiled again. “But you’re here now…and there’s a lot of people waiting to see you.”

Standing from the bed, he held his hand out to her and she took it, letting him pull her up; he walked over to the door and opened it, pulling her along as he stepped through it.

The scenery shifted from that of her bedroom to the backyard of Wayne Manor and she looked out to a large picnic table and seated around it were all the family and friends she’d lost through the decades. Dick was waving like a maniac, Kori beside him doing the same. They both looked young too. Hal, Guy, and John were sitting on the other side, ribbing Wally, Roy, and Garth over something; they too were young.

“I don’t understand,” she whispered. “Why is everybody young again?”

Bruce hummed. “We all return to the best moments in our lives. When we were our biggest and greatest.” He glanced over her at something and smiled. “There’s someone who’s been waiting for you.”

(Y/N) looked at him with pulled brows then over in the direction he was, and she brought a hand to her mouth. She broke into a dead sprint across the backyard, leaping into his open and waiting arms. He lifted her with ease, like he used to do when he was young. Spinning them around, he buried his face in her hair as she buried hers in his shoulder as she shook with sobs.

“Sorry I wasn’t able to have dinner with you one last time, (Y/N).”

She pulled away and placed her hands on his cheek, putting their foreheads together. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you, Kyle.”

He shook his head, smiling at her. “You were there.” He reached up, putting a hand on her cheek. “You look as beautiful as the day I left you.”

(Y/N)’s lips wobbled, but she smiled widely. “I love you, Kyle Rayner.”

“I love you more, (Y/N) Rayner.” He pecked her lips three times. “Forever.”

[sleepysnk]

i decided to make a sequel to Ditched! this part is actually based of an event that happened to me in real life! i tried my best to put my personal experience into words, i hope you all enjoy the sequel! :)

I Waited For You

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst

Ditched

Ever since Eren and (Y/N) met each other that night they have been inseparable.

The two talked every night ever since that day, they spent hours on facetime talking or laughing about their days, or meeting up for some coffee or just going for a nice drive. They always found time to speak to one another.

Eren helped (Y/N) with her ex, he listened to the stories she had about how badly he treated her and gave her ways to distract herself from the bad thoughts. He understood how badly she took the breakup, especially since she got cheated on. He also helped her get through to her friends, something she couldn't necessarily do before. She ended up dropping those so called "friends" and found a better crowd. All thanks to Eren.

(Y/N) listened to Eren as well, she spent many nights listening to his stories about the girls he spoke to, or the famous on and off girlfriend he had for awhile. She helped him bring out a better side of himself, she assured him that people come and go, but to never loose hope.

Here they were, two weeks into talking. Eren liked her, he knew it wasn't a good idea to like her so quickly, but he couldn't resist. (Y/N) was beautiful, smart, kind, sweet, adventurous. It was everything he wanted in a girl. Not to mention how they clicked so fast on a lot of things.

(Y/N) on the other hand, wasn't sure if she even wanted to date Eren.

She wasn't exactly healed from all of it, she still had some nights where she would cry into her pillow thinking about how much her ex hurt her. She still was dealing with it emotionally, and that was the hardest part of it all. (Y/N) liked Eren, but she wasn't sure if her own feelings were 100%. She didn't want to start a new relationship if she wasn't totally healed from her past, she knew it wouldn't work well.

She wanted to communicate it with him as well as she could, because she didn't want it to seem like she was leading him on or playing with his feelings. That's the opposite of what she wanted.

Here she was in a coffee shop, it was their favorite. Eren actually took her there the second time they hung out, and she enjoyed it a lot.

(Y/N) planned to tell him what was going on. She had support from her friend Historia, she told (Y/N) that it was the best option. If she were to lie it wouldn't end well for her nor Eren, she assured her that he should understand where she was coming from.

(Y/N)'s hands were around the warm cup of coffee. She shook her leg nervously.

Her eyes looked up to see Eren entering the coffee shop, he smiled as he made his way over. She couldn't help but admire the way he looked, his hair was tied into a bun, he wore a black sweater with some black sweats. He looked bummy but so good.

"Hey! It's good to see you," Eren said, taking the seat in front of her.

(Y/N) smiled, looking down her hands. "It's good to see you too," she replied. "How are you?" she asked, nodding her head.

Eren sighed. "Eh.. I'm doing good, I had some really hard exams last week but that's about it. How about you?" he replied, looking at her.

She shrugged her shoulders, looking at his green eyes. "I'm okay I guess," she said, running her nail down her coffee cup.

"You told me you wanted to talk about something? I actually wanted to talk about something as well," he said, smiling a bit.

Her heart skipped a beat seeing his smile. "Um yeah! I wanted to talk to you about something important, if you don't mind." she said, shifting around in her seat.

Eren shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweater. "I'm all ears," he said, leaning back in the chair.

A nervous sigh came out of her as she looked up at Eren, her expression serious. "Look Eren.. these past two weeks have been great! You've helped me a ton with my issues and I'm really glad to have met you," she said, smiling a bit.

"Yeah I agree too! I'm glad we met," Eren replied, nodding his head.

"But... Eren the thing is, I don't think we should become serious right now. I care about you a ton but I'm not ready for anything at the moment, I'm still healing from my ex and I don't want to hop into anything without being 100%" she explained, looking down.

It was silent between them.

Eren sat up, a sigh came from his throat. "Um.. yeah, I understand. Thanks for being honest.." he said, standing up.

She furrowed her brows. "Where are you going?" she asked.

He looked down at her, she could see the disappointment in his eyes. "I gotta go. I'm meeting with Armin, but um.. it was nice talking to you," he said, giving a small smile. "I hope you can get better and fix yourself," he added, patting her shoulder.

(Y/N) nodded as she watched him walk out of the coffee shop. She could tell that he was upset, but he took it better than she expected. She felt the sting of her heart when she saw his eyes and how disappointed he seemed, but there wasn't much she could do. She needed to work on herself before anything.

She watched Eren drive off for the final time.

-

Almost a month had went by since (Y/N) last talked to Eren that day at the coffee shop. She hadn't really spoken to him much since whenever they did talk, it would be short and not much conversation would even happen between the two.

Things weren't good on both sides.

(Y/N) was feeling a bit better about her ex, she did a lot of self care to fix herself and even vented to Historia and her girlfriend Ymir about the whole situation. It helped a ton and they gave her some advice on how to fully let go of the situation. They told her being on her own and surrounded by people who care was the best way to find peace.

She also explained her situation with Eren, of course they agreed that she did the right thing. Dating Eren while still processing a bad breakup would have been hell and it wouldn't be healthy. Historia told her that she should get out there when she felt ready.

She felt like she was in a better spot than she was a month ago, but she couldn't shake the thoughts about Eren.

Truth is, she missed him so much.

She missed everything about the boy. From his random facetime calls, to his jokes, the way he smelled, everything. She missed Eren a lot, but she couldn't ever find herself just hitting him up out of the blue. She didn't want to come off as the girl who comes back when she's finally okay, she felt like Eren wouldn't like that. Plus what if he moved on? What if he found somebody else?

Eren on the other hand wasn't doing well. He missed (Y/N) even more than she missed him. He'd occasionally check his phone seeing if she messaged him or he'd contemplate picking up the phone and calling her. He'd never actually end up doing it.

His feelings for her didn't change. He liked her still and even if he tried to find someone else, they wouldn't be the same.

The day he left the coffee shop was hard. He ended up sulking in his room all day, a few tears escaped his cheeks feeling the frustration from it all. He wished that her ex didn't fuck her up. She deserved so much better than that.

Eren wondered sometimes how she was doing, was she doing better? Did her ex come back? So many questions yet very little answers. He cut some contact because he didn't want his hopes to get too high, he didn't want to go through it again just for it to fail.

In a way, he felt like he was waiting for her. Waiting for that text message or phone call, he just wanted to hear her voice again, see her smile, anything.

-

"(Y/N)! Where are you!?" Historia yelled, opening the door to her apartment.

(Y/N) opened her bedroom door, seeing her friend standing there in her kitchen. "Historia? What are you doing here? It's kind of late," she asked, walking towards the blonde girl.

She nodded. "You didn't get my text? Ugh stupid phone. Anyway, do you want to come to a party? Ymir thought I should ask you," she said, looking down at her phone.

A party? Last time she went to a party was when she met.. nevermind.

"I don't know Hisu.. I feel like I'm too boring for that," she replied, shrugging her shoulders.

Historia looked up surprised. "Huh? (Y/N) you're not boring! You're a lot of fun. Come on! You're always at home, you need some fun." she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Let loose! Get some drinks in your system," she added.

(Y/N) leaned against the counter. "I don't even have much time anyway. It probably starts in an hour," she said.

"It starts at nine! Come on, I bet we can find something for you to wear. I won't ditch you either like those asshole friends you had before," she said, taking her hand and guiding her towards her room.

(Y/N) plopped down on her bed as she watched Historia open her closet. "Cute skirt! We just need a top," she said, tossing the white skirt onto her bed.

"I just wanna watch All American tonight," she groaned, laying down on her bed.

Historia looked back at her. "Why watch football guys when you can find one for yourself?" she asked, giggling a bit. "Here! This is a cute top," she added, showing her the light blue body suit.

(Y/N) sat up, scratching the back of her head. "Ugh, fine." she said, coming to grab the outfit. "I hope this party is actually fun," she mumbled, heading towards the bathroom.

She threw on the outfit, eyeing herself in the mirror. It had been a long time since she's gone out, she hoped it would be a decent night.

She opened the bathroom door. "What do you think?" (Y/N) asked, looking at Historia who was sitting on her bed.

"I love it! You look so good! Let's get going!" she yelled excitedly.

She put on her shoes and exited her apartment with Historia. Nervousness bubbled in her stomach as she got into the car, she hoped the party would be fine.

-

Arriving to the party, (Y/N) felt her nerves rising. She didn't know who the person was hosting the party, Historia said it was come guy named Jean who was hosting it. She didn't know a Jean, so she assumed it was one of Historia's friends from college.

Stepping inside the house she was smacked in the face with the smell of alcohol and marijuana, her nose scrunched as the odor filled her nose. People danced to the loud music or sat on the couches sipping drinks or kissed with each other.

"Come on!" Historia yelled, guiding (Y/N) through the crowds of people.

She looked around the kitchen as Historia ran towards Ymir. "You guys finally made it," Ymir said, hugging Historia tightly.

"Yeah.. sorry! I had to get (Y/N) ready," Historia said, looking over at her.

She stood awkwardly as she didn't know anybody at the party. "Here, I got you this. You seem a little nervous," Ymir said, handing her a red solo cup with red liquid in it.

(Y/N) looked down at the cup. "Are you sure?" she asked, looking at her friend with concern.

She scoffed. "(Y/N) just let loose, me and Historia are here if you get shit faced. Have some fun," she said, patting her shoulder.

She nodded, taking a sip of the drink. Her face twisted as the alcohol filled her mouth, burning as it went down her throat. It was strong, it tasted fruity. Jungle juice wasn't her favorite, but it'll do than having shitty shots and having a bad hangover.

(Y/N) leaned against the counter as a few people came over to talk to Historia and Ymir, her mind was too clouded with thoughts of boredom to even pay attention to what they were saying.

"(Y/N)!" her thoughts were broken by Ymir snapping her fingers in her face.

She shook her head. "Sorry! I zoned out.. what's up?" she asked, blinking a bit.

Ymir chuckled a bit. "I gotta go with Historia to the bathroom. You can come with if you'd like," she said.

She nodded. "I'm fine, I'll just wait here." she replied, swirling her drink around.

"Alright! We'll be back," Historia said, waving a bit as she walked away with Ymir.

(Y/N) sat on the counter staring into space, her mind kept wandering to that night she got ditched and met Eren. She would do anything to relive that night again, the way he looked, to the way his hair blew around his face when the windows were rolled down. She wanted to see him again.

Her eyes averted upwards, looking around at the different people who were dancing or messing around.

That's when her eyes landed on the figure leaning against the wall.

Brown hair in a manbun, sweats, a hoodie, and a drink in his hand.

It was Eren.

It was almost like her breath got caught in her throat, she felt her heart beginning to race and her palms began to get sweaty. What was the coincidence he was here at the same party as her? Should she approach him? What if he doesn't want to see her?

That's when his eyes landed on her. His brows raised, he leaned up off the wall.

"(Y/N)! We're back! Do you wanna go play some beer pong?" Ymir asked, nodding at her.

She looked towards Ymir and blinked. "Um.. sure! I'll just watch," she replied, hopping off the counter.

She couldn't help but feel Eren's eyes boring into her head. She wanted to talk to him, hear his voice, but something in her made her nervous. She made her way down the stairs as there was a table set with beer pong, a boy with a shaved head was playing with another boy with blonde hair.

"Haha! Get that Reiner! I win!" the shaved head boy yelled, laughing at his friend.

"Oh shut it Connie," the blonde replied, crossing his arms and walking away towards the couch.

(Y/N) felt a lump her throat as she leaned against the wall, Eren was here. He was here and she knew he might try to find her, the room felt stuffy and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Why was she so nervous? Was it the fact that her and Eren ended off awkward terms and seeing him for the first time made her nervous?

"Hey um.. I'm gonna go outside," (Y/N) said, standing up.

Ymir and Historia looked over at her. "Okay! Be careful," Historia replied, smiling at her. "Text me when you wanna come back," she added.

(Y/N) smiled and went up the stairs. She opened the front door and walked outside, she breathed in the cool night air. It felt better than being in the stuffy room. Her nerves were high as the memory of Eren played in her head, what was she going to do? She couldn't exactly avoid him! That would seem wrong considering she didn't want to cut him off.

"Ugh.. what am I going to do?" she asked, staring down at the floor.

"So you came out here too huh?"

Her body froze as she knew who's voice that was. She turned around to see Eren standing against the wall, he held the red solo cup in his hand.

"Eren.." she said, feeling her heart racing.

He smiled a bit. "I never thought I'd ever see you again," he said, stepping a bit closer towards her. "How have you been?" he asked.

(Y/N) fidgeted her fingers a bit. "Um.. I've been okay, what about you?" she replied.

He sighed. "I could be better, dealing with classes has been difficult. I was surprised to see you here, do you know Jean?" he asked, nodding his head.

She laughed a bit. "No I came here with a friend," she replied, looking up at his green eyes.

Eren shook his head, sitting up on the railing in front of the porch. "How has everything been going? It's been awhile since we last talked," he said, swinging his legs a bit.

The way he looked made her cheeks feel hot, she forgot about how cute he was close up.

"Um I've been actually doing better! Historia and Ymir helped me a lot. The process was hard, but I feel better now," she replied, smiling at him.

Eren's heart swelled seeing her smile. "That's great.. I'm happy for you really. You deserve the happiness," he said, putting his solo cup on the railing. "I just want to apologize for not reaching out or speaking to you. Believe me I wanted to, but I wasn't sure if it was fine with you." he added, rubbing the back of his neck.

(Y/N) looked up at him. "Don't apologize, considering the way things ended I kind of expected you to drift a bit." she said, leaning against the wall.

He nodded. "What do you mean? (Y/N) I wasn't mad at you, I just put distance between us because- nevermind. Just know that I don't hate you," he said, smiling a bit. "Your situation was understandable, what was going on was difficult. I see why you did it," he added.

She swallowed thickly as the tension between them began to get thick.

"Oh shit.. did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry I didn't mean to," Eren said, standing up and walking over to her.

She looked up at him. "What? No, Eren don't worry you're fine. It's just... I have something to tell you and I don't know how to say it," she said.

His eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "What is it? You can tell me anything," he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

(Y/N) let out a shaky breath. "Eren.. I still like you." she said. "I always have and I've missed you so so much," she added, looking down at the ground.

Eren's eyes went wide hearing her words. "You do?" he asked, nodding. "(Y/N)... I missed you too and I still like you. I never got over you," he added, smiling.

Her head shot up hearing his words. "What? Wait.. Eren you don't have to lie or say it out of pity," she said, shaking her head a bit.

He grabbed her hands and squeezed them. "(Y/N) I'm not lying to you. I would never lie to someone like you ever, fuck I was so messed up not talking to you everyday. I want to make you my girlfriend and make you forget all that bad shit your ex did to you," he said, cupping her cheek.

She smiled, feeling heat rush onto her cheeks. "That sounds perfect.." she said, staring into his eyes.

They stared at each other for a moment, before Eren pressed his lips onto hers. He put his arms around her, pulling her close. (Y/N) put her arms around his neck, feeling his soft lips on hers.

He pulled away smiling as he kissed her cheek. "I've waited so long to finally kiss you. I waited to finally have this moment," he said, cupping her cheek.

She felt her heart flutter at his words. "You waited all this time for me?" she asked, feeling heat on her cheeks.

He smiled. "I did.. I never gave up," he replied, kissing her cheek again. "What do you say we get out of here and catch up? I missed having you in my car," he asked, nodding.

She giggled. "That sounds great! Let me just text my friends," she said, taking her phone out to message Historia.

Eren fished in his pockets for his keys. She sent the message and took his hand as he lead her to his car, she smiled as she got in, feeling the memories replaying in her head as she adjusted herself in her seat.

"McDonald's?" Eren asked, smirking a bit.

She giggled. "Sounds great," she replied, taking his hand into hers.

[amazingmaeve]

Neck kisses ━ p. parkinson

─ “i love it when you kiss my neck.”

summary ─ y/n loves it when pansy kisses her neck

request ─ a pansy smut requester with the numbers 22 27 29 please 🥺

warnings ─ smut (18+)

a/n ─ love writing for pansy!

word count ─

tags ─ @chokemepansy @faerabella @amourtentiaa @inglourious-imagines

Soft kisses flutter against Y/Ns shoulder as she stares at herself in the mirror. Her hands explore Y/Ns body as she leans her head against Pansys shoulder. Y/Ns breath hitches as Pansys hands trace the top of her skirt. This wasn’t how this started with tender touches; it was much worse.

“I love it when you kiss my neck,” Y/N remembers saying to the Slytherin girl who was too preoccupied sucking and kissing her neck.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be for Y/N and Pansy. With Pansy being a pure blood with pure blood family who didn’t like muggles, which is what Y/N Y/L/N was. Pansy believed everything her parents told her, until she met Y/N. A bright witch the same age as her that made her heart flutter. Pansy didn’t know why she was feeling like that but she did.

Y/N and Pansy hated each other when they got to Hogwarts, with Pansy being friends with Draco and his little group and Y/N being friends with the golden trio. They despised each other so much that Y/N almost casted a hex on her in their third year when they were saying some crude comments about Harry.

“God I can’t believe how pathetic Potter is,” Y/N heard Pansy say loudly to his friends as she walked down the hallway. She tried her best to ignore them but they just kept getting louder and louder.

“Yeah and his mudblood friends along with the Weasley who looks like he can’t even afford the clothes on his back,” Malfoy smugly retorted looking at Y/N who’s temper just hit ten and felt like she was about to explode at the slytherins. They crossed the line when he mentioned her and Hermiones blood status.

“I know it's too bad those dementors didn’t take them away,” Pansy faked a dreamy sigh Y/N clenched her teeth walking over to the slytherins and took her wand out and pointed Malfoy but Pansy stepped in front of him. “Are you gonna hex me,” She mockingly said.

“Don’t test me Parkinson,” Y/N hissed gripping her wand tighter but deep down she knew she wouldn’t do it and she knew she shouldn’t waste her time on them but they just make her so angry.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall gasped out of shock at seeing one of her prime students about to hex one of her peers. “What is going on here,” She separated the two girls.

“She was gonna hex me,” Pansy faked a cry as crocodile tears cascaded down her cheeks. Professor McGonagall furrowed her eyebrows in confusion; she knew that Y/N wouldn’t have done this without reason but according to rules she had to be punished. Before Y/N could get a peep out McGonagall stopped her.

“Miss Y/L/N follow me,” McGonagall sternly said then walked away leaving Y/N to glare at the girl in anger before she swiftly followed behind the professor leaving smug slytherins.

That wasn’t their only fight. Over the years they kept making snide comments to each other which led to detention for both or one or the other, depending on the teacher. If it was Snape he would allow Pansy to walk off scott free and Y/N expected it with that teacher knowing he favored his own house.

The attraction towards Y/N didn’t start until their fifth year when she saw Y/N studying in the library. Butterflies erupted in Pansys stomach as she stared at the girl she detested for so long.

Pansy tried to shake that feeling off her since her parents would hate it if she got together with a muggle. But Pansy couldn’t stop staring at Y/N longingly as she studied in the library. The way that she bit her lip in concentration and she flipped the page and jotted notes down for the class. Pansy looked in awe but it soon turned to disgust as she thought the revolting things. She couldn’t like her. She spent these years hating her.

Y/N’s attraction towards Pansy started later that year (5th). She had just finished practice with Dumbledore's army and she caught Pansy looking at her. Once Pansy caught her a blush painted the cheeks of the girl who was starting which made Y/Ns stomach flutter. Why? Y/N thought to herself why is she feeling this way towards a girl she loathed for years.

It kept happening, Pansy staring at her and Y/N staring back which made Pansy look down in embarrassment.

“You’ll be doing this assignment in pairs,” Y/N heard Snape's cold voice which broke her concentration. Snape started to list off the pairs with his usual harsh tone. “.....Parkinson and Y/L/N,” Snape lists and Y/N’s head shot up when she heard her name being said. Of course it was with Parkinson. Once Snape stopped listing everyone went to their respective places while Y/N went to sit next to Pansy who had a sour look on her face.

“Don’t be so mad about it and let’s get this done and over with,” Y/N sneered a glare painted on her face as she got out her book and started to list some of the ingredients off while Pansy just rolled her eyes.

“Can’t believe I got paired with you,” Pansy muttered under her breath and even though under everything she knew that she was kind of happy to be working with Y/N but just didn’t want to admit it.

“You think I’m jumping for joy having to work with you,” Y/N says sarcasm dripping in her voice as she looks up to meet Pansys green eyes. “Because believe me I’d rather work with anyone but you,” She hissed.

For the first time in a while Pansy felt a pang in her heart. She knew she liked Y/N and hearing her say those words made her feel hurt. Like when she got in trouble for messing around with the golden trio but this made her feel even worse.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Pansy muttered her eyes focused on her paper as Y/N looked at her confused. It looked as if she had been sad but what would Parkinson be sad about, they’ve been squabbling ever since first year so why would this hurt her.

Over the next few days Pansy and Y/N have been meeting up for this project and Y/N felt like she was getting closer with the girl. They were joking around more often even though still making snide remarks. Y/N felt her heart race when she had to meet with Pansy.

Her friends often asked if she was okay working with Pansy and she always responded saying that she could handle her.

When the last sessions of them studying Y/N felt almost disappointment as almost though that she would miss working with Pansy. She met with Pansy at her dorm this time instead of her own. Everyone was gone at their classes or in the common room. But Y/N never got over the eerie feeling from the Slytherin common room.

She sat next to Pansy on her bed with green blankets as they finally had finished the assignment the Snape gave them.

“Finally,” Y/N yawned, stretching her arms, feeling her elbows crack. Pansy gave her a tight smile. Before a thought entered her mind this was the last she was going to see Y/N with nice formalities at least. So she decided to make the best out of this situation and lean in and kiss her.

The kiss surprised Y/N as she felt her kiss her, she didn’t respond at first which made Pansy retreat in disappointment but Y/N grabbed the back of her neck and gave her a kiss which surprised her. Of course Pansy kissed back as she put her hands on her hips tenderly massaging them.

The two of them caught for dominance as Pansy finally won and slipped her tongue to let it massage Y/N’s. Y/N moaned into her mouth feeling elated by this kiss. She has never kissed a girl and she has to say it's the best kiss of her life.

“Wow,” Pansy and Y/N said in unison shock going through their veins as they stared at each other with smiles. Pansy hid a smirk while Y/N shyly smiled. They both giggled and started to kiss each other again. That’s as far as it went for that a moment in time they just kissed.

Their first time was much more special.

Pansy and Y/N just kept sneaking around so nobody would catch them. Pansy stopped picking on Y/N and her friends but that didn’t stop Malfoy from doing it though. Even though on opposite sides of their friend group that didn’t stop the passionate moments between the two.

The first time was special to the both of them. It was one night where everyone went out to honeydukes leaving the two of them alone with a few wondering students who were minding their own business.

It was a magical night and after it all laid under the covers pleasured looks on their faces as they intertwined their hands smiles painting their lips. Y/N would never forget that night and neither would Pansy.

Which lead them to the almost the end of the year as they were cooped up in Pansys room where Y/N stood with Pansy behind her kissing her neck. Fingers tracing the hem of her skirt. A happy smile was draped onto Y/N’s as she enjoyed her touch. The tests this year were harder and which made her more stressed. So after every test was done Pansy and Y/N finally got some alone time.

“I just want to please you love,” Pansy whispered in Y/N’s ear making a shiver go down her spine as Pansys fingers finally seeped underneath the fabric of the skirt. Y/N was already soaking from all the teasing that Pansy had done and she smirked feeling her arousal.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me,” Y/N whimpered as Pansy’s fingers began to circle her clothed clit. Pansy hummed feeling the wetness come in contact with her fingers. She trailed her fingers under the panties and began to softly circle the swollen nub.

Y/N moaned when Pansy made contact with the sensitive part. She hated the effect Pansy had on her. Pansy began to rub faster and faster as Y/N could feel her orgasmt about to approach.

But then abruptly Pansy stopped and removed her fingers from her panties bringing them to her own mouth sucking the juices off them.

“You taste so good love let me get a better one,” Pansy seductively smirked bringing herself to her knees pulling Y/Ns panties down and throwing them across the room and she smirked at Y/Ns shocked reaction. Pansy rubbed Y/Ns thighs soothingly as Y/N herself clench around nothing feeling herself get more aroused. “You ready princess,” She whispered letting her breath fan across her pussy. Her skirt was lifted so it covered Pansy’s head.

Once Pansy’s lips wrapped around the swollen nub Y/N moaned loudly grabbing the back of her head and pulling on her hair. She breathed and moaned loudly as Pansy kept sucking hard on her clit. She trailed her fingers to the inside of her thigh and circled her entrance as Y/N closed her eyes from the pleasure.

Pansy entered her fingers and curled them so they hit her g spot and Y/N almost lurched forward as her fingers came in contact with that spot. And all the while her lips still around the sensitive nub. But not for long as she released her lips and pushed her skirt higher so she could see Y/N’s reaction and what she was doing to her pussy. Y/N clenched around her fingers as she felt herself getting closer and closer.

Pansy kept thrusting her fingers in while her thumb made its way to her clit and began to massage the sensitive nerve.

“I’m gonna cum,” Y/N whined as Pansy rubbed her clit at the perfect pace while her fingers kept thrusting in harder and harder and still kept hitting her g spot.

“Cum all over my fingers like the dirty girl you are,” Pansy said with a smirk on her face while she kept thrust and removed her thumb and brought her lips back to her clit and began to suck as well. That’s all it took for Y/N to moan out Pansy’s name loudly and to see stars

Pansy lapped at her sensitive nerve as Y/N came down from her high. Y/N let out a happy sigh as she finally reached her high. Pansy kissed up her body and made her way towards her mouth.

She wrapped her hands around her cheek and leaned in and kissed. As Y/N kissed her she tasted herself on her lips which made her clench around nothing.

“Don’t worry love we’re not finished yet.”