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changingplumbob · 10 months ago

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Villareal Household: Chapter 5, Part 5

In this part the birthday party wraps up, Joey is invited to move in and Luna's family comes for a stayover. Devin enters super mama mode to try let Luna work on her skills for promotion.

For ease of reading if the toddlers are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets when they do not use the whole word. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian.

Schatz (German) meaning treasure Schnucki (German) meaning sweetie but doesn't have an exact translation Bambino/s (Italian) meaning male child/children Amore (Italian) meaning love Piccolo (Italian) meaning little one Caro (Italian) meaning dear Zia/Zio (Italian) meaning aunt/uncle Tante/Onkel (German) meaning aunt/uncle Nonna/Nonno (Italian) meaning grandfather/grandmother

Miriam: Happy birthday darlings

Rilian: Who you

Miriam: *laughs* so funny already, it’s obviously me, Tante Miriam

Alfred: Why *gestures to her sunglasses*

Miriam: All the smart people wear sunglasses inside, my husband, your Onkel Max, and I rarely see each others eyes

Rilian: *confused noises*

Deanna: That sounds depressing

Miriam: It works for us short stuff

Luna: Who wants birthday cake

Alfred and Rilian: We Mummy

Devin: Bambinos if it’s just yourself it’s me, not we

Alfred and Rilian are confused at this, far too many words, but they quickly forget the puzzlement when chocolate cake is in front of them. Luna bustles about the family company, making sure everyone is good while Devin steals Joey for a “House Tour”

Joey: An empty room, how… trendy?

Devin: Temporarily empty. I was serious when I asked you to move in, it’s yours

Joey: Truly? I mean I know we’re best friends but you’ve got a family and kids now and I’ve got…

Devin: A high woohoo drive? So what? You’re my brother, we are family, always

Joey: You don’t worry... it’ll send the wrong message to your kids

Devin: Waltz through as many women as you like. Luna and I plan on teaching our kids that a persons worth is not tied to their woohoo life

Joey: It’ll take time to move all my stuff but I guess I can do a few shifts from the mansion

Devin: Perfect! You've agreed, no backing out now

Luna: Time to try potty

Alfred: Why

Devin: You’re both toddlers now, it’s time to learn

Rilian: Why

Luna: So you can grow out of diapers. Come on, let’s just try tonight huh

Devin and Luna help the boys pull down their pants, and diapers, and sit on the potties properly.

Alfred: Mama?

Devin: Try going number 1 or number 2

Rilian just looks around in confusion, really not sure what he’s supposed to be doing. How is he meant to do what happens in his diaper? It normally just happens without effort. Now he has to try go? Very bizarre.

Luna and Devin do their best to encourage the bambinos. In the end Alfred makes a mess over the floor but seems unbothered. Toddlers don’t clean after all.

Devin: Did you make a puddle huh?

Alfred: Mama, ugg ugg (huh hug)

Devin smiles as Alfred nestles into her shoulder.

Devin: I think Alfred likes being carried

Luna: How about you Rilian? You all finished? Ready to go to bed? However when Luna picks up Rilian he becomes angry at being restricted. He hates being carried! Guess he's no longer the loves to be held infant.

Devin: Time to go night night caro

Alfred: Why

Luna: So you can sleep. Snuggle down. Do you two want a story tonight?

Rilian: or ee? (story)

Devin and Luna pick the dinosaur book and both read to the bambinos. Devin does all the dinosaur voices while Luna reads the narration parts of the story. Alfred and Rilian giggle but before long begin to snore softly.

Devin: Night night my bambinos, mama loves you

Luna: Sweet dreams Alfred, sweet dreams Rilian, mummy is so happy to have you two

While they were taking care of the bambinos, Joey had begun to move some of his stuff in. He ran in to Luna's brothers Hugo and Max, as well as Max's wife Miriam, who are staying for a few days.

Devin: Welcome home

Joey: Thanks Devin

Devin: Oh here’s trouble, my sunglasses clan mate

Max: Nice to see you to

Devin: Thanks for staying, Luna’s missed having family around

Hugo: No problem, it’s not like any of us have jobs anyway

Joey: Stupid game code not working

Hugo: Umm sure

Devin: Don’t mind my brother, he just feels very connected to the watcher

Max: One of those religious ones is he

Devin: Gosh Lu, you didn’t tell me not believing in the watcher was a family trait

Luna: It’s just how dad raised us, maybe mum would have been different but…

Max: But we’ll never know because she abandoned us

Luna: Max! We don’t know that’s what she did

Hugo: Exactly! Dad probably killed her

Luna: Hugo!

Joey: And they say I’m paranoid

Luna: She’s got to be alive... somewhere

Luna: I do keep trying the genealogy research but, nothing

Miriam: Oh great, let’s spend more time talking about the woman who screwed you all over

Feeling the need to change subjects Devin channels her most charming self.

Devin: So Miriam, how are you keeping busy

Miriam: Not with a job, we have the big house and the inheritance from Jacques

Max: We’re good

Hugo: I want to say again, thanks for giving me your portion Lu

Luna: I don’t know why that jerk cut you out of the will, he’d clearly gone batty

Hugo: That’s not it. You may have implied you knew of his criminal streak but I definitely called him a murderer to his face once or twice

While Luna goes to do some research for her faculty Devin ropes the rest of the Villareal’s into helping her practice some lines for her next job.

Miriam: So we fight, but it’s a fake fight?

Devin: Exactly

Max: What did you say to my brother

Hugo: Chill out Max, it’s part of a script

Max: Oh, that’s fine then, verbally abuse him at your leisure

Devin: Buongiorno everyone

Max: Guten Morgen

Hugo: You doing breakfast

Devin: Indeed. Luna is busy tending the plants and I figured I could fit in some meal prep before the bambinos waken up

Joey: Need help

Devin: I thought group cooking was bugged

Joey: Not every time, just most times

Alfred: Zi jo, Zi jo! (Zio Joey)

Joey: Buongiorno Alfred

Alfred: Huh

Joey: It means good morning

Rilian: Zi jo, Zi jo! (Zio Joey)

Devin: I guess we’re all awake now. Bambinos it’s Zio Joey, Jo-ey, Joey

Twins: Zi Joey! (Zio Joey)

Joey: Finally, my own fans. I can see why you like this attention

Devin: *laughs* can we say hi to Onkel Hugo

Hugo: Guten Morgen boys

Alfred: *laughs* Onk Hu si si (Onkel Hugo silly)

Devin: Onkel Hugo is just speaking Windenburgish piccolo

Rilian: Why

Luna: Because sims can speak more than one language if they try really hard schnucki

Devin: Grab a plate bambinos

Hugo: They’re sweet at this age

Devin: Don’t I know it. But you know if you wanted to volunteer for diaper duty…

Hugo: I’m good Devin

Alfred: Onk hu, why bru la da (Onkel Hugo, why does breakfast exist)

Hugo: What

Rilian: Onk hu, why ga lee doo (Onkel Hugo, why do bowls exist)

Devin: Yeah, talking is a process. We’re getting there a step at a time. Okay bambinos, after breakfast we’re doing baths. Now mummy has a day off but she’s trying really hard to learn so can we stick together? Like a team?

Alfred: We te te (We're a team)

Rilian: Me MEME (I'm a team)

Joey chuckles to himself at their attempts to learn language.

After much nonsense is said it’s decided Alfred will be carried to have the first bath while Rilian will walk himself.

Devin: Look, you’re big enough not to need a seat now Alfred

Alfred: We pl… we pl… play?

Devin: Clearly we need to work on some basic needs today piccolo mio

Rilian: Me we here

Devin: *chuckles* great job caro, can you play while mama finishes giving Alfred his bath?

Rilian: We me play

Devin: Arms up Alfred, time to dry off

Rilian: mama me, mama me

Devin: Yes Rilian, it’s your turn. Remember Alfred, let mummy learn

Alfred: Kay *immediately wanders out in the yard*

Devin: Let’s get some- woah! Watch where the water is going piccolo mio

Rilian: I lo lo war tar, I lo lo mama (I love water, I love it mama)

Devin: You love water do you? That’s fun isn’t it?

Following baths Devin gets both bambinos in the hall and begins teaching them about basic needs. She works with Rilian first, then switches to Alfred. While she is distracted Rilian sneaks to where his mummy is practicing her lecture and listens in awe at her big words. Both twins reach thinking skill level 2.

Devin: And what’s this one

Alfred: No! I nee pee (I need to pee)

So Luna takes a break to help Devin try and coach using the potty again, Rilian is still very confused by the process. When they’re done Luna returns to study, Devin goes for a jog, and the bambinos get their first screens.

Alfred: Rili, what got (Rilian what do you have)

Rilian: Rab.. bab.. tablet Alfe (It's a tablet Alfred)

Alfred: pass we pass me (Pass it to me)

Rilian: No! not we, Alfe me (Not for you Alfred, for me)

Alfred grumbles but eventually picks up the other tablet to play his own game. The twins chat to each other while they play, making sense only to each other (and who else needs to follow their conversation but them anyway).

Devin: Applesauce for everyone

Alfred: YAY *plays*

Rilian: Why mama

Devin: Because it’s food time

Rilian: No like

Devin: If you don’t eat caro, you’ll be hungry

Luna: Do I hear someone being a picky eater?

Devin: Apparently. Come on caro, three more scoops

Luna: Will that work if they can’t count

Devin: Umm

After everyone has eaten the bambinos are scooped up and taken to bed. Again they get a double storytelling and happily fall asleep. It’s a good thing we managed it early as Alfred is an early riser and needs a long sleep. Afterwards Luna tries to learn a bit of Tartosian online and Devin practices her guitar playing.

Luna: Te amo Devin

Devin: *giggles* nice pronunciation Lu, but you don’t have to learn Tartosian

Luna: If the bambinos are going to speak it then I ought to try

Devin: Guess I better try learn some Winednburgish then

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#sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #Rotation8 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #VillarealHousehold #RilianVillareal #AlfredVillareal #DevinVillareal #LunaVillareal #JoeyYork #R0804

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meandering-reality · 2 months ago

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Fear of fear of fear of fear, ugg get over it

When I finally stepped out from under the avalanche of rainbows and unicorns I had pulled over my eyes I realized that I feared death. Or at least that's how my over-thinking, anxiety riddled brain decided its thoughts on “where the heck am I doing with this info” led me.

Again, I wasn't raised religious. My mother was angry about being raised under my grandparents' religion and so she was an atheist. And while we didn't discuss it much, the emotions I picked up from her were always very bitter and angry about it.

My grandfather and great grandmother I always saw as it was a place to go on Sunday. Well scratch that for grandpa, there was always a game on.

My grandmother however put her all into it. She sat down every day and studied the Bible as well. She never spoke to me about it either (I found out later that my mom had basically threatened to never let her see me again if she ever spoke about or took me to church). The one huge difference between the two is that my grandmother always felt like an angel to me.

Maybe it was a difference in personality. Or how they moved through the world. Perhaps age and experience as well. Whatever it was I look back at my childhood and see me being torn between my grandmother's love and my mother's lack of it.

I've had years to work on forgiveness. To realize she did the best she could with what she had. To hear stories of what an amazing and loving person she was. To find a way to love that kid I was. The one that just wanted to feel like their mom loved them. To learn how to stick up for and protect that kid out of time.

All of these things lead into this cycle of 7 to 8 years of being flung back into a position where I feel like I've unlearned everything I worked on before. All coming to a head with the question what's going to happen to me when I die?

It's funny that oblivion never entered into the equation. It is more a fear of being alone, conscious and alone. I do have a spiritual belief, it's not as simple as saying I'm a Christian. It's also not as simple as saying I'm spiritual (why too many ideas and choices). I could narrow it by saying awakened but honestly that doesn't really narrow it much either.

I (when I'm not spiraling in all my unresolved crap) do believe in God, or creator or source or whatever word you want to use. I just don't believe in religious dogma. So where did that fear come from?

Especially since I've said to myself over and over that I'm not afraid to die. I'm not a fan of pain though so could we avoid that? The diagnosis just sent me into this twister of self hate, self doubt, mental self harm and it centered around my age and not feeling like I've done whatever I was supposed to do here.

Does anyone know that? A lot do, what about those of us that don't. There is a lot of emphasis put on following your path or purpose but not all paths are known. There is also a huge confusion with the earthly idea of purpose. They think of wealth being the goal. The mansion with 15 bedrooms, 20 baths and 4 pools (so small).

Your purpose could have just been to smile everyday. When we don't know it's easy to condem yourself for not doing it and then dying “bad”. Like I'm dying this young cause I've always been a fuck up. That's where my head went. That's when the fear set in. That's when I all of a sudden had the balls to start looking at things I wanted to do or change about myself and actually started.

For years I've had a victim (though I really learned to word it so it didn't sound like it) mentality about my relationship with anger. “This is what I learned from my mom”. Snap and scream. Twirling whirlwind thoughts that make it so when I walk away I can come back hours later and still be as angry and mean as I was before I went to “cool off”.

It's a pattern that has kept me blissfully satisfied with what a horrible mess I am and why nobody should love me, I'm just not worth it.

Aww a mother's love and teachings. Ha! I moved out at 18. This is hardly her doing at this point. It has much more to do with my belief in it. And instead of taking my grandmother's opposite words to heart I took the other and have struggled with so many deep dives into oblivion I can't count. I don't want to go there any more.

I know habits take a while to make and I've only just begun. Here's to taking a giant step towards the light and the love that awaits once I'm truly done with this incarnation. We've always been worthy of a beautiful afterlife, we just have to live it the best we can before we go.

Much love.

#philosophy #spirituality #shadow work #death and dying #mental health #self awareness #healing journey #self care #gratitude #lgbtq #transgender #life #existence #feelings #meaning

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incorrectbatfam · 3 years ago

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batfamily as writing prompts from tumblr

Borrowed from @writing-prompt-s

Dick: A genie who twists the words of wishes to distort the original meaning, but what he twists them to is actually better than what the wisher intended.

Jason: A mediocre wizard searches for items to boost their power. They find a strange hut which has a 'special goods for sale' sign. They enter..."What's this hideous thing?" "It's an item you can use without incantation... It's called a gun and there's much more I can show you."

Tim: You, a superhero, are awful at keeping your identity secret, yet somehow no villains have found you yet. 1 day after accidentally unmasking for the 30th time, you look online to find that the unmasked pictures of you are gone. There's a hacktivist group dedicated to protecting your identity.

Damian: A brave little shrimp has been told all his life shrimp can’t cook. But after hearing about Shrimp Fried Rice he goes to the surface to pursue his dream, only to discover the dark truth...

Duke: The knight closed in on the mage, his victory all but assured, as in the time it would take him to cast another spell he would already... !!!BONK!!! "Seriously, how you knights don't notice the 2m long stick in my hand is beyond me..."

Cullen: You caveman. Name Ugg. You find new man today. Funny voice. Live in blue box. He call himself Dokter Hoo.

Stephanie: You find yourself waking up to a strange new world with massive ostentatious pillars and clouds in place of ground. When you get up to investigate, you are greeted by a squirrel that says "Alright newbie, give me your name, preferred pantheon, and what you're the God of."

Cassandra: Some kind of eldritch entity has taken human(ish) form and is genuinely trying to befriend you. However its ideas of “hanging out” are just terrifying, and its gifts are worse.

Harper: The summoned hero was neither a fighter nor a magic caster. He called himself a "new-clee-ar fizz-izz-ist" whatever that means. Now he has sent you to collect a special rock for him. Why he would need a rock, you will never know, but he even gave you a device that clicks when you find it.

Barbara: Some superpowers have the potential to ascend to godhood. Yours is the first programming-related superpower to do so, which also makes you the first deity whose edicts had glitches.

Carrie: You are a "coward". It's a respected military role - when your team's mission fails, you must survive and escape at all cost to inform the Headquarters of what happened.

Kate: The bikers all look in horror as their leader shatters like a porcelain doll, leaving a pool of putrid yolk on the bar floor. The unknown number texts them all again. "I trust this proves I was serious. I shall not ask again: All of you, go to the Grand Canyon. Last one there is a rotten egg."

Alfred: You were cursed years ago to have an utterly boring life in every way possible. But while nothing exciting ever happens when you are around, you at least have made good money working as a bodyguard.

Selina: As the world got closer and closer to a Utopia, smaller and smaller problems would make the news as "catastrophes". Today for example, you spilled milk.

Bruce: You watch in horror and strange fascination as the undead husk which bit you suddenly sprouts healthy new flesh where once rotting meat sat, its moans starting to sound more and more like human screams of agony and confusion. You have successfully infected the zombie with you.

#ask #anonymous #batfam #batfamily #batclan #batman family #dc comics #writing prompts #not mine #tw food mention #tw death mention

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bangcockbuggin · 3 years ago

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SECRETS||Peter Parker x y/n

Play the song above for a better experience

Warnings: fluff, cuteness overload, awkwardness

Word count: idk

small background: Your sisters with Morgan and Peter is your best friend. You and peter are babysitting Morgan while Tony and Pepper are at a meeting and dinner.

“Y/n! Come downstairs please”

“Coming!!” you yell from your bedroom and walk down the flight of stairs

“Look i know your supposed to go shopping tonight but me and Pepper have an emergency meeting and dinner tonight so i need you to watch Morgan”

“Dad! I already have plans!!” you said annoyed

“I’m sorry but i can’t get a sitter, but you can invite peter over and order pizza!”

“Fine. you owe me” you say running back upstairs

You decide you want to invite peter, so you text him

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y/n: Hey i have to babysit Morgan tonight, wanna come over and help?

Bugboy: I though you were going shopping with mj?

y/n: my dads making me babysit 🙄

Bugboy: haha, i’ll be over in 10

y/n: alr see ya!

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You walk back downstairs to see Pepper and your dad leaving to go to the meeting

“Bye y/n no funny business tonight okay? Jarvis is still here you know” your dad says kissing morgan on the head

“Yeah yeah i know”

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Ding Dong

“Hey bug boy” you say opening the door

“I told you not to call me that” he says smacking you on the arm playfully.

“Pete!!!!!!” Morgan runs up to peter and jumps up and gives him a hug

“heyy! my favorite stark” he says staring at you, you give him a dirty look and laugh

“Morgan what movie do you want to watch tonight?”

“hmmm, a mermaid movie” she says running into the living room

“Good choice!” peter says following her into the living room

you grab a few snacks and join them on the couch.

Halfway into the movie morgan falls asleep

“i have to take her to bed” you groan getting up from the couch

“Let me take her, you pick a new movie” he says scooping her in a blanket

“alright” you say grabbing the remote and clicking through Netflix

peter brings Morgan upstairs and brings her into her bed. She wakes up barely

“Oh i’m sorry Morgan I didn’t mean to wake you up” peter says covering her in blankets

“Peter, i have a secret to tell you, and you can’t tell

y/n. Okay?” she whispered

“okay, my lips are sealed” he says making a zipper motion

“y/n….has a crush on you…” she says

peter is very shocked

“Morgan i won’t tell her okay, but i don’t think she does” he says shaking his head

“She does, she tells me everything. She loves it when you guys train together, she told me” she says almost falling asleep

“Goodnight morgan” he says shutting her light off and closing the door.

Peters thoughts:

Is morgan telling the truth?

does y/n like me back??

do i tell her???

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Peter walks downstairs and sits on the couch with y/n

“y/n i have a question” he says becoming nervous

“what’s up?”

“do you…like me?” he asks rubbing the back of his neck

y/n looks like she’s just seen a ghost

“…..”

“do you?”

“ugg yes. But i was to scared yo- i like you too”

what?

“You like me back??” she asked shocked

“yeah, i’ve always been scared to tell you so i just kept it a secret, even your dad knows. He knew from the day i met you i liked you.”

Peter comes closer to you and hugs you. You release from the hug and look into his eyes.

You meet his lips and kiss him. After a sec you guys release and look at eachother again, peter leans in to kiss you again but you stop him

“what? did i do something?” he asked scared

“no, it’s just Jarvis is watching us sooooo my dad will probably find out. Thought i’d stop us before things- I get it” he finishes

“I really do like you though” you add before snuggling up to him on the couch

you guys end up falling asleep watching

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

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This is my first post so idk what this is but give me your input of what i should add or get rid of

#peter parker #morgan stark #peter x stark!reader #marvel #marvel fluff #Spotify

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years ago

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 18, second part

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Stuff) (Previous Post)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Hey OP where’s the funny header gif for this post? Sorry, it was murdered by an angst demon and the framing of these shots.

My Found Family Came to Find Me

Continuing our flashback from last time, we see Baby Wei Ying up a tree, refusing to come down because he's afraid there are dogs. Eventually he falls out of the tree, like a dumbass a child, and Yanli tries but fails to catch him.

Unlike his grownup counterpart, Baby Wei Ying doesn't pretend he's unhurt when he is hurt. I'd like to put the change at Yu Ziyuan's door, but actually he admits to being hurt during his Gusu summer - he mimics Lan Zhan's stoicism when they're getting beaten, but it doesn't come naturally to him, and he whines a lot afterwards.

By the time of the Animatronic Dog incident, however, he's laughing off obvious injuries that have secret trauma behind them. By the time he comes back, coreless, from the burial mounds, he won't confide in anyone about his hurts any more, except possibly Wen Qing.

Yanli carries Wei Ying, in a sequence that will be echoed much later in his life when Lan Zhan carries him (gifset here). While they head back, she tells him that Jiang Cheng has a bad temper and to ignore whatever mean things he says. This will also be echoed in the future, when Wei Wuxian says it to Lan Zhan after their argument with Jiang Cheng in the shrine.

Yanli also explains that Jiang Cheng loved his dogs and that he's been very sad since Jiang Fengmian sent them away, demonstrating once again that Jiang Fengmian is a terrible father. Yanli says that Jiang Cheng will be happy to have a friend with him, though. This kind of makes Wei Wuxian's role in Jiang Cheng's life "replacement dog."

Jiang Cheng, after getting over this particular snit, got worried about Wei Wuxian and woke up Yanli to find him, and then went wandering around in the dark like a dumbass a child, and is banged up and crying when the other two find him. Yanli encourages him to apologize to Wei Wuxian and he does, which will not happen again until the very end of the show.

They all smile and laugh together, as Wei Ying looks to Yanli to guide him through the insanity that his life has suddenly become.

(more behind the cut!)

They head back to Lotus Pier in a sweet montage of walking and smiling together, with Jiang Cheng carrying the world's most beautiful candle holder with the world's most wind-resistant candle in it, to light their way back. Back in the present day for a brief moment, Jiang Cheng pretends to sleep and listens to his sister insisting that the three of them should always stay together, while a single tear rolls down the side of his face.

Soup is Love, Chapter 1 of 1000

Then we head to the past again. In Jiang Cheng & Wei Ying's now-shared room, Wei Ying sits on the bed trying to figure out how to deal with his grumpy new roommate.

Wei Ying is unsure what to do when confronted with pajama game this strong. Tiny Jiang Cheng is already a fashion king.

Then he tells Jiang Cheng he's not going to narc him out to the clan leader, since it was his own fault that he hurt his leg. This is all Jiang Cheng needs to hear to decide Wei Ying is all right, and he says that he will help Wei Ying chase away dogs in the future. In fact, Wei Wuxian will protect Jiang Cheng from punishment basically forever, while Jiang Cheng will continue to threaten Wei Wuxian with dogs...forever.

They shake hands on their new understanding and then jump up and down laughing, Wei Ying's leg being all better now, apparently. When Yanli arrives (carrying a tray of...can you guess? I'll let you guess), they stop jumping. Wei Ying dives in to give Jiang Cheng a little tickle/embrace in an adorable moment that would have me saying "oh, my ovaries!" if I hadn't surgically sent my ovaries to hell a few years ago.

Yanli introduces Wei Ying to the emotional and gustatorial miracle that is her lotus and ribs soup. He hesitates a long time before tucking in because he's so unused to being fed.

Consent? I Don’t Even Know Her

The flashback wraps up with Yanli conked out on the table from the drugs in the incense burner, while Wei Wuxian, who is somehow unaffected despite sitting almost as close to the smoke as she was, checks on her. Jiang Cheng and his Uggs period-appropriate sock thingies get out of bed to come stand with Wei Wuxian, and have feelings about sending Yanli away after she JUST said she doesn't want to be parted from them.

Wei Wuxian: If she didn't want us to do this, she shouldn't have signed that blanket consent-to-medical-treatment form. Jiang Cheng: Wen Qing made me sign one of those plus a durable power of attorney, is that bad?

This episode is all about people overriding each others' agency and making massively important decisions without the consent of the people who will be affected. But in a feudal context, it's not a violation, no matter how it feels to the person being controlled. In feudal life, your body belongs to your lord -- your sect leader, in the world of CQL. Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng's choices are overridden by their clan leader's final command to Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian's core is arguably Jiang Fengmian's property--Wei Wuxian certainly sees it that way, just as his hand was Yu Ziyuan's to take if she wished.

The brothers tenderly tuck Yanli into bed in the rolly cart and hand her off to Song Lan. They talk about how important it is to get her to Lanling and that she's probably going to be mad, as they thank Song Lan for helping them.

Yanli listens while she sleeps and, in what is becoming a trademark Jiang move, lets a single tear roll down the side of her face. Jiang Cheng points out that Yanli never gets mad at Wei Wuxian and Wei Wuxian is like, true dat.

How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?

Song Lan is always so emotional about every damn thing, I love him. Here he's like OH GOD NO DON'T FORMALLY THANK ME! STOP!!!

Then he starts to ask Wei Wuxian to pass a message to Song Xingchen for him, but then decides not to say anything, making it super obvious that they fought and aren't together.

Wei Wuxian reacts to this with confusion and distress, probably because he doesn't want to imagine ever having a breakup with his own soulmate. Which he soon will be having. But possibly he's just upset that his OTP broke up.

After Song Lan takes off, Jiang Cheng gives Wen Qing a rude & perfunctory thank-you bow, turning away before she can return it. Wei Wuxian tells her not to take it to heart - basically everyone who deals with Jiang Cheng gets a version of the "ignore what he says" speech. She says she understands and that in his place she would have behaved worse, which is so totally not true.

Then she asks Wei Wuxian if he's sure about the core transfer (not in so many words, because the script is being kind of being vague about it, without actually hiding what's happening). His reply pretty much encapsulates the whole Wei Wuxian experience.

Then he and Jiang Cheng walk off, with Jiang Cheng giving us a rear view that had me googling Wang Zhuocheng's fashion shoots to determine if that wagon he's draggin’ is really as delightful as this belt makes it look. Alas, there is not a wealth of photographic evidence for this research, as compared to, for example, photos of Xiao Zhan's outstanding ass.

Wen Qing and Wen Ning see them off, with Wen Qing wishing they valued their lives more. Although, what she and Wen Ning are doing is massive treason, so their lives will be pretty much forfeit if they're caught, so...

The Sunshot Campaign of Like 60 Dudes

Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng walk up the mountain for the whole beginning of the Sunshot campaign, which...okay. Maybe it's like Dunkirk or The Witcher where they intercut stuff that is happening in different timeframes, which is one of my least favorite new film style thingies.

You know, for a guy Wei Wuxian constantly calls "peacock," Jin Ziyuan really doesn't wear a lot of adornment; just some subtle metalwork on his belt with no dangly bits at all, and a single reasonably-sized hair crown. Compared to the extremely fancy Lan Wangji he's almost plain. We already know that Wei Wuxian is a massive hypocrite when it comes to his idea of a perfect boy, however.

So, this is the Lanling Jin army, which consists of literally 60 guys, including the ones on the stairs and Jin Zixuan and Douchebag Dad. How are they going to fight a war with this tiny group? Why do they have such a big plaza? Hasn't anybody on this production learned CGI cloning?

That’s better.

Nie Mingjue and his best bitch Baxia make quick work of the 4 Wen guys who were assigned to hold the Unclean Realm.

Hello, Daddy Da-Ge!

Squeeee, it's Lan Wangji! He's taking back Cloud Recesses! Ooooohhh we've missed you Lan Wangji.

Look guys he's here! Look how beautiful he is. He's looking at the gate of cloud recesses and thinking thoughts that Lan Xichen or Wei Wuxian could probably see in his bewitching eyes if they were here to see him, which they aren't. But at least he is here!

....and now he's gone again. *cries*

Hares On The Mountains

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian continue roaming prettily around this pretty mountainside. The locations in this show are such eye candy.

Young laddies they run like hares on the mountains Young laddies they run like hares on the mountains Young laddies they run like hares on the mountains If I was a young lass I’d soon go a hunting

Jiang Cheng starts to have doubts about the whole Baoshan Sanren thing. Wei Wuxian's reply pretty much encapsulates the whole Wei Wuxian experience.

Then we have just the tenderest blindfolding scene, (more gifs here), which is fodder for your ChengXian dreams, if you have those.

Here's a good place for a sidebar about what is and isn't incest. Whee! In the CDrama context, relationships tend to be more clearly defined than in western media. The mechanism of confession & acceptance means that people either are or are not in a romantic relationship, with few grey areas. So a character can literally say "we grew up as brother and sister, but now we are dating" and when someone looks startled they just say "there's no blood relation" and everyone is like "cool cool" and that's the new definition of the relationship.

For a strong example of this, the extremely wonderful Go Ahead is about a contemporary family in which a girl and two boys, who are not blood relatives, are all raised together, and call each other brother and sister. When they become adults, they and everyone around them expect the girl (now a woman) to marry one of the two men who have been her brothers, while whichever one she doesn't choose will carry on as her sibling. It's treated as the most natural, logical thing in the world; the only question is whether she wants to make that transition, and with whom.

Looked at through this lens, Wei Wuxian's relationships with his adoptive siblings have just as much potential to turn into romances as his relationships with his friends do, and there's nothing creepy about it. As such you can expect my meta to always get into ChengXian moments without treating it as a wrong or forbidden love. Hopeless, of course, because Jiang Cheng is such a prick the power of WangXian is stronger, but that's a different matter.

What is wrong is wearing this fantastic hat & veil combination when the most fashionable person on the mountain is blindfolded and can't see it.

In the course of this blindfolded encounter with Wen Qing, Jiang Cheng gets to kneel before a powerful woman, be led along by a length of silk that's placed in his hand, and then knocked the fuck out and operated on. He'll wake up in a hotel room in a tub full of ice with "we took your kidney" written on the mirror in lipstick, and he'll love every minute of it.

Soundtrack: 1. Still Fighting it, by Ben Folds 2. Hares on the Mountain, by Steeleye Span

Writing Prompt: The NEXT time somebody blindfolds Jiang Cheng

#fytheuntamed #the untamed #the untamed gifs #chengxian #cql #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #my gifs

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ninakaina · 4 years ago

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for once i WILL make a long analysis post no one asked for. p2 bad grief and his friendship with artemy below + p2 and classic changeling spoilers. let’s try to be serious about him for just a minute and forget about his giant pores and ugg boots i have no agenda i prommy

i know i’m not alone in thinking that bad grief’s relationship with his friends is one of the most interesting and telling aspects of his character in p2. for a liar, he’s extremely loyal. a lot of people have talked about how he comes through to protect rubin despite their differences, so it’s obvious how much he cares. lara also includes him in her confession, meaning she has reason to believe that he would try to give himself up to help her just as much as artemy and rubin, who it’s a lot easier to imagine doing something like that. he’s also a person constantly looking for acceptance, not by society, but by the people around him-- we learn this from his reflection, who also tells us how much artemy’s perception of him in particular matters to him.

unlike stakh and lara, he isn’t angry with artemy at any point in the story, even if artemy kills piecework, and doesn’t lash out at him even in the cathedral. he doesn’t seem particularly angry with stakh or lara either; what bothers him most is that they haven’t accepted him (“gravel-hearted lara won’t even look at me”). i think an important difference is that he’s watched stakh and lara grow up and grow away from him. the core of what distinguishes his relationship with artemy from his relationship with stakh and lara is very simply the difference between reuniting with a friend you haven’t seen in years due to them moving away or going to a different school or whatever vs a friend you’ve spent years growing apart from-- there’s no inherently saying that you’re more compatible with the separated friend (although yeah, there’s a lot to be said about artemy being the glue that held their group together), but you see them still as the person they were when they left, and there’s an instinct to jump right back in to the relationship as it was. since that’s the last you remember of them, that past is current in your memory, as opposed to being clouded by everything that came after the sort of halcyon days of youth. grief seems a lot more sentimentally attached to the gang’s past than stakh and lara. in part i think this is because he’s a childish person, but i think it’s also tied to that desire for acceptance.

when artemy shows up in grief’s nest, the first thing grief does is compare him to how he used to be-- specifically in a way that encourages denial. whether it’s an intentional choice or not, saying “you’re different now; you’ve gone soft” begs the answer “i haven’t gone soft”, with the implied “i’m not different”. similarly, through saying something along the lines of “could that be my old friend? no, you’ve changed,” grief ties artemy’s past identity to their friendship, such that engaging in their friendship is a return to youth. and there is a return to something; as much as artemy and grief trade half-insults, right from the beginning their conversations lack nearly all the tension and resentment in artemy’s early conversations with lara and stakh, and they have a good give-and-take in the way they talk to each other. there’s also a strong contrast here with artemy’s first conversation with lara, in which the first thing lara does is bring up how long he’s been gone, and stakh’s first words to him-- “why did you come? finally thought of some good excuses?” grief puts less emphasis on artemy’s absence than on hoping he’s come back, and less on how things have changed in the town than how things have changed with artemy. i’m talking a lot about it because it’s such a weird exchange, on the line between joking and heartfelt (”you’re no fun. aren’t you happy to see an old friend?” “oddly enough, i am”)

the other important thing that happens before-aglaya is their little railroad field trip. this is a weird moment. the plot itself doesn’t make a lot of logical sense as far as grief’s actions. artemy comes to grief asking to blow up the railroad tracks. grief doesn’t want to blow up the railroad tracks. grief agrees to blow up the railroad tracks, shows up to the railroad tracks, and tells artemy he’s not going to blow up the railroad tracks. and nothing really happens. the player can choose to just sit with him. if it’s a joke, it’s not very funny, and grief doesn’t seem like he’s in a joking mood. you’d kind of imagine he would just say no, or if he wants to send artemy on a wild goose chase he just wouldn’t show up. it’s not like there’s another dynamite supplier artemy would go to. for me, the explanation comes in what artemy says when he asks for the dynamite. the dialogue option that unlocks the event is “why not? let’s do it together. just like the good old days.”

aglaya is a force of maturation, a catalyst of coming-of-age. some of my friends were just talking about how in classic, she says she thinks the powers that be hated her because she wanted them to grow up. i don’t actually think this is a change with the force she represents in p2; she’s tied to a transformative stage of psychological development that deals with questioning authority and the established order of things. in p2 her power is most tangibly illustrated in her effect on bad grief.

when artemy asks, just like the good old days (and one of the ways he can ask for the dynamite is through reminiscing about their old games and saying he’s feeling sentimental), everything about grief draws him to help. he wants to help his friend, he wants to protect himself, he wants things to be like they used to. but in the shadow of inquisition, he’s starting to mature, and to realize that things can’t stay the same. he’s starting to embrace the future, and i think he wants to face that future head-on with artemy, who has basically re-accepted him, which is why he makes the plans and shows up. he can’t resist going, but he knows better than to bring the dynamite.

their relationship gets more complicated as grief moves into the cathedral. in the conversation that begins with “we need to escape, cub. escape.”, he tries to outline his new philosophy. unlike immortell, grief isn’t concerned with mortality, but with humanity, and he’s become convinced that the only way to become human is to leave-- but he doesn’t leave, because artemy doesn’t leave. he doesn’t say he needs to escape, he says they need to escape. there are two explanations i can think of for this, and i think the truth might be a combination of the two. it’s possible that on some level, he recognizes, like aglaya, that artemy is the only character with some kind of agency. the only way grief would be able to leave the town is through artemy’s agency, although in practice artemy’s agency is limited to make that impossible (no option to agree). still, artemy has what grief calls an “inner freedom”, which he both envies and admires. it’s all pretty similar to aglaya’s fascination with artemy, except more familiar. grief has always known this of artemy, he’s just starting to put it into perspective. it also seems possible to me that grief just doesn’t want to leave without artemy. he exists best in the context of others, as he deals in the web of connections between people; he isn’t one to strike out on his own. the only time we see him alone is at the signal fire by the railroad, waiting for artemy.

artemy has, gives, or represents everything grief wants and doesn’t get: acceptance, a return to youth, and freedom. in the nocturnal ending, grief outlines (if you get lucky i guess) one other thing artemy has that he doesn’t: “a good, honest face”. in the diurnal ending, artemy still struggles to understand what the fuck grief is talking about, but their relationship leaves off on a hopeful note that one day he will. idk i don’t know how to end this there’s just literally so much to think about here

#bad grief #yeah i'll maintag this #pathologic #character analysis

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12tardis · 4 years ago

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My Funny Valentine (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Warnings: none Requested: Yes! Lovely anon asked for ‘some funny moments with Newt and reader? Like those moments that make you laugh but at the same time you say ‘oh God I love him’ and vice versa...” I really hope you like it! Like I said I have a weird/dry sense of humour so I’m super unsure about this one!

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader Summary: A collection of short moments wherein Newt makes the reader laugh and vice versa. Includes colour blind Newt, exasperated Theseus, a misshap with some Billywigs and a lousy take on the Erumpent dance. A/N: I read somewhere once that Eddie is colour blind and I really have the NERVE to post this wearing bright purple thermal stockings, tan uggs and a green and blue flannel?? Thank you anon for requesting this I seriously hope its okay! Guys I dunno what I’m doing my brain broke . Thank you to everyone that reads my stuff , you make my day x Words: 3,324

Newt was one of the few people that could make you laugh, a proper full-bellied laugh no matter what mood you were in. And little did you know that he’d made it a personal goal to make you smile at least once everyday ever since your days at Hogwarts. He would usually achieve this by doing or saying sweet things to you but occasionally he’d do something so outrageously ridiculous or dorky that you couldn’t help but laugh.

Usually he would feel insecure and flustered when people would laugh at him but with you he didn’t mind. You would never mean anything out of animosity. In fact he only felt pride that he, Newton Scamander could draw such a beautiful musical sound from you.

It was a little known fact that Newt was colour blind and you were one of the only people to know about this fact because it rarely came up. There’d been a few questionable wardrobe choices over the years as a result but for the most part no one ever suspected a thing because he tended to wear the same staple outfits day in and day out and you were always there to fix him up if he was ever dressed too outrageously.

You were only fairly recently an official couple when you found yourself waiting for Newt at the bottom of the stairs in your shared apartment. Standing with his older brother Theseus and chatting away as you were all about to head off to one of Newt’s book signings where many more of his friends and family would be. Of course, Newt was the last one to get ready though, having gotten carried away in his case while you had busied yourself getting all dolled up.

“By Merlin’s beard”, Theseus suddenly breathed out, looking up the stairs at his brother who was rushing down towards you, wearing at least 4 different colours and 5 different prints. You didn’t even recognise half of the ensemble he was wearing.

Theseus quickly looked away from his brother and down at his watch, trying to hold it together but you didn’t even attempt to hold back your laughter as you slapped a hand over your mouth, gaping at your boyfriend.

“Newt, did you let the creatures dress you?”, you gasped, gripping him by the shoulders as it was Theseus’ turn to gape at you.

Newt blinked back at you and then glanced down at his own outfit before looking back at you “I-I thought you liked this shirt!”, he huffed as you openly started to laugh now.

“Goodness Newt I do! I love this shirt. But not with that green paisley waist coat. Not with the purple tie,” you breathed out, gripping his shoulders harder as you couldn’t control your giggles any longer. You cupped his cheeks as you looked him over, shaking your head “I love this shirt and I love you and you look utterly adorable but I’m just not sure this is the look you were going for.”

And Theseus looked on in bemusement when Newt just gazed back at you with bright eyes and a smile of his own, taking you in properly in your own gorgeous gown and perfectly done hair and make up.

Newt only held you closer as he smiled back at you, beginning to laugh too because your laughter was infectious. “I thought you were going to wear your blue three piece”, you eventually managed to say to which Newt shook his head with a frown “I can’t find it anywhere!”

You rolled your eyes fondly in response before you jogged up the stairs to fetch the outfit, leaving Newt gazing after you. He yelped when Theseus slapped him in the chest, staring at him incredulously “what the hell was that?!”

Newt looked back at his brother with his eyebrows drawn together, holding his hands up “what was what?”

“That!” Theseus huffed, gesturing in the direction you had gone “I laughed at you for the very same reason once and you didn’t talk to me for a full weekend but she does and you stare at her like she hung the moon and the stars!”

Newt pursed his lips together for a moment as he looked back at his brother “Right, well for one - you were being a jerk that day. Two, it’s not the same at all because you’re not her, I mean did you not see how she lights up? And three, as far as I’m aware-“ he paused as he fixed Theseus with a deadpan expression “she did hang the stars and the moon.”

Newt grinned back at his brother obnoxiously causing Theseus to groan in frustration. “Gross!” he said as he threw his arms up in exasperation before he stomped out of the apartment to wait outside, just as you came back down the stairs thrusting the suit bag into Newt’s hands.

Newt grasped the bag in one hand and pulled you close against him with the other now that the two of you were alone. He pressed a long kiss to your lips, humming as he pulled back “hmm, how do I know this isn’t just a ploy to get me undressed my darling girl?”, he murmured as he squeezed your hip, causing your cheeks to warm in response.

“Newt! Go and get dressed we’re already late!”, Theseus shouted, banging on the front door.

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“My god, I swear he does stupid things just to make her laugh”, Jacob murmured in disbelief as he shook his head to himself , watching you bent over, clutching your stomach as you cackled with laughter while Newt smiled back at you over his shoulder.

Theseus nodded furiously, looking over at Jacob “YES! Thank you! I’ve been saying this for years! This one time for an event I swear he purposely dressed like a muggle clown just to amuse her.”

“Yeah jeeze”, Jacob nodded, slightly distracted as Theseus continued to recount all the times he’d witnessed Newt doing something dumb to woo you. He barely registered a word, too preoccupied watching Newt continue to dance around in the snow looking like an absolute buffoon.

He was apparently performing a mating dance to try and lure the escaped Erumpent back into his case while Y/N was too busy laughing in the distance to help him lure the creature with the vial of musk in her hand.

Newt picked up on your giggles in the background, smiling slightly to himself as he continued to wiggle his ass in the direction of the Erumpent, eventually looking back at where you were almost wheezing with your laughter “Come on Y/N! A little help here!” he called, and you quickly pulled yourself together when you saw the Erumpent begin to huff in Newt’s direction.

Newt ran towards you and the case when you finally pried the lid from the vial, narrowly avoiding being gored by the Erumpent as he skidded to a halt in front of you. You quickly snapped case shut and shouted when Newt slammed into you, knocking you both back into the snow, the two of you collapsing into a fit of giggles a moment later.

Jacob rushed towards the pair of you to make sure you were okay, Theseus hot on his heels as he continued his story of something embarrassing Newt had done in school. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the you both clutching each other in the snow.

“Oh! And in school he used to eat these lollies that make you hiccup bubbles. They taste absolutely horrid but he kept doing it and she thought it was hilarious! They’re both insane”, Theseus said passionately as he gestured to you tangled in one another’s arms and giggling still.

“Insanely in love,” Jacob countered wondering if that’s what he and Queenie looked like to the outside world when they were absorbed in each other.

Newt was the first to climb to his feet, helping you up and brushing the snow off of you as you turned to Theseus with a frown “Drooble’s gum was the best!”

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Newt was just finishing tending to the Mooncalves when he spotted a stunning flower growing in one of the nearby enclosures. He hummed to himself as he wandered over to get a closer look at the flower, looking down at Pickett when the Bowtruckle climbed over to the flower, chirping up at Newt as he gestured at it. “Yes I was just thinking that myself. Y/N would love it”.

He hummed as he leant forward over one of the trees to pluck the flower out from its spot, completely oblivious to the Billywig nest that was hanging over his head. You were always warning him about this particular tree.

He stood up quickly when he had the flower in his hand, yelping when he felt a sting in his neck, his other hand flying up to grasp his neck. He sighed when he caught a glimpse of a Billywig buzzing away and he quickly jogged back towards his shack where he knew he had some anti venom stashed away.

He made it, only a few steps away from the shelves of vials when his feet left the ground and a few giggles began to spill from his lips as the effects of the Billywig sting set in quickly. He rushed to grab his wand, crying out in frustration punctuated by more laughter when it slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor along with the flower as he was left levitating in the air.

As the time wore on the giddiness symptoms wore away but much to Newt’s dismay the levitation side effect didn’t so he resigned himself to flailing around along the ceiling of the shack while a small group of the creatures gathered below him and paced nervously. He had tried and failed several times to coax the creatures to rescue his wand for him.

You arrived home from work not much later, calling out to your boyfriend as you wandered into the apartment, frowning as you wondered where he was. He was usually waiting for you with a pot of tea and biscuits ready, waiting to tell you something exciting about his creatures. You checked in the bedroom and frowned when you couldn’t see any sign of him, calling out for him again “Newt?”

You paused when you thought you heard him shouting in the distance, nodding as you headed straight for his case and climbed down the stairs into his shack.

“Y/N thank Merlin you’re home!”

You gasped and jumped back clutching your chest when you heard Newt’s voice from above you, staring up at him in shock “Newt, goodness are you okay?! Are you hurt?”, you panicked, rushing towards him trying to reach up to him.

Newt waved his hands when he saw your panic, shaking his head “I’m fine I got stung by one of the Billywigs”, he sighed when he tried to reach for you and couldn’t quite stretch far enough.

You looked back at him in silence for a moment before you suddenly burst into full bellied laughter, tipping your head back. “Y/N! can you help me down first before you spend the afternoon laughing at me”, he called, pouting at you when you continued to laugh, grabbing your wand and pointing it at him. You paused your laughter long enough as you flicked your wand at him.

“Levicorpus!”

Newt shouted when he suddenly flipped upside down, “Y/N!”, he huffed in exasperation but he softened slightly and couldn’t help but smile at the way you giggled in response. His face was now roughly in line with yours and he was able to reach out and grasp your shoulders. “I thought Billywig stings were supposed to make you giddy?” you murmured as you gently stroked Newt’s face and he leant into your touch instinctively “that symptom wore off about 20 minutes ago.”

You giggled again and nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his lips causing Newt to hum in surprise as he closed his eyes and took in the new sensation of kissing you while hanging upside down. You let go of him and stepped back to give him room as you cast your wand at him again “Liberacorpus” and Newt closed his eyes as he suddenly spun upright again, still levitating above you.

You wandered over to the storage cabinet, scanning the shelves and grabbing the anti venom vial, setting it on Newt’s desk before you walked back over to him, trying to tug him down by his ankles. You huffed and puffed as you eventually managed to get him a safe distance closer to the ground, holding the vial up to him.

Newt quickly skulled the liquid, scrunching his face up in disgust and not catching himself in time to land on his feet as he hurtled towards the ground. Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed him, letting out a yelp when you crashed to the ground under Newt, the two of you a mess of tangled limbs.

Newt quickly shifted his weight off of you, checking you over for any injuries as he lay over you, smiling as you began to laugh again, cupping his cheeks “darling, are you okay?”, you murmured, looking back up at him in amusement. Newt nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your lips “I’m fine. You saved me, my love.”he murmured, smiling in amusement when you let out another giggle “goodness, it’s almost as if you were the one that got stung with all that laughter”

“I can’t help it! You should have seen your face when you were flailing around up there! What were you even doing near the Billywig nest you goose?”, you grinned at him, your lips then pulling into a small frown when you noticed the angry looking welt on his neck, skimming your fingertips over it.

Newt hummed when he saw the concern wash over your face, quickly hopping to his feet and pulling you with him “I’m fine my darling, I promise.” he soothed knowing you were prone to worrying over him. He squeezed your hand before he quickly snatched up the flower from where it had fallen, holding it out to you.

“I spotted this and thought you would like it, it’s not my fault that Pickett was a terrible watch guard”, he murmured, poking his tongue out at the Bowtruckle who squeaked in offence.

You held the flower up and admired it with a wide smile, shaking your head to yourself because Newt’s thoughtfulness never ceased to amaze you “Thank you, Newt. It’s beautiful.”

You leant in to kiss him again before you pulled him upstairs into the apartment where you set the flower into a vase on the dining table and Newt let you fuss over the his sting welt.

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You were sitting at the small makeshift desk in Newt’s shack in the case, having decided to use the desk to repot a bunch of your plants while your husband was nearby. You claimed that the desk was just a convenient height for your planting needs and that you wanted to spend time with him but Newt had caught on to the fact that you were really just taking the chance to ogle him as he tried to train a father cranky Kelpie.

He had been suspicious immediately because you’d never had any issue with your work bench in your greenhouse he’d built for you before but he fell easily enough for your excuse of wanting to spend time with him.

So he worked in the room beside you, trying in vain to slip a bridle onto the agitated Kelpie, catching you leaning back in your chair dangerously several time’s to properly look at him. It wasn’t until he caught sight of your slightly heated gaze that he realised what was really happening. You’d always had a thing for him in a wet shirt, he remembered because you’d told him as much once before you had practically tackled him in a very heated kiss.

You knew you’d been caught out from the look of realisation that passed over Newt’s face followed by the faintest blush on his cheeks and you nibbled your lip slightly before you smiled teasingly at him. Newt still wasn’t used to this openly flirty side of you that had seemed to emerge after the wedding but he couldn’t deny that he loved it.

“Perhaps you should take off your shirt”, you said as flirtatiously as you could muster, throwing in a wink at the end and letting out a chuckle when Newt grew flustered in response.

“Y/N, I am trying to do serious work here! I do not need you trying to distract me with your charms”, he huffed, rolling his eyes at you fondly when you only smiled innocently back at him.

You held up your dirt covered hands and shrugged “I’m just saying you will probably be more comfortable without that sopping wet material weighing you down. And Kelpie will probably like you more, because I know I certainly do.”

Newt snorted in response and turned away from you and back to the creature that was still splashing around in protest. He had to admit he was flattered by your blatant ogling but he had a creature to train! Plus it couldn’t hurt to tease you a little in return. Merlin, knows you deserved it after every stunt you’d pulled on your honeymoon.

He tried a few more times unsuccessfully to slip the bridle over the Kelpie before he climbed up onto his step ladder, reaching up and rummaging around through his storage for the other bridle he had that the creature would sometimes accept.

He glanced over at you, biting back a laugh when he glimpsed you leaning back in your chair again, your eyes fixated on where his shirt had ridden up, exposing the lower part of his abdomen.

His smile dropped however when the chair slipped out from beneath you and you let out a yelp as you fell backwards, potting mix flying all over you as you landed on the ground with a soft thud.

“Y/N!”, he shouted, leaping down from the step ladder and kneeling down beside you quickly, relaxing in relief when you grasped his hands, assuring him you were fine. Though you were clearly a little embarrassed as you lay there covered head to toe in dirt and the Flitterbloom you had been planting had landed in your hair and was squirming around your head, tousling your hair up.

Newt looked down at your vexed expression, laughing loudly as he carefully removed the plant from atop your head “My darling girl, I told you you would fall if you didn’t stop that.” he chuckled, setting the plant on the desk before he helped you sit up, looking at you with a mixture of amusement and pure adoration.

You huffed and brushed the dirt off your dress, “well it’s partially your fault for being so handsome,” you grumbled, only making Newt laugh more as he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you tightly and effectively drenching you with his soaked shirt too. “It’s entirely your fault for being such a tease”, he countered, holding you tighter when you scrunched your nose up at the damp hug.

He grinned as he nuzzled his wet hair into your neck and you squealed at the ticklish sensation before you too broke down in a fit of giggles in his arms. “Merlin, I love you so much”, he breathed into your shoulder, groaning when you lifted your hand and smeared some potting mix over his face “Y/N!”.

You snorted in response and pecked him on the nose, closing your eyes when he rubbed the dirt over your face in return “I love you too, even when you make me fall out of my chair.”

Title: My Funny Valentine- Ella Fitzgerald (her voice is so beautiful. But also Michael Buble does the BEST arrangements Lyrics r kinda mean :( but makes sense in the musical) -MASTERLIST HERE-

#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander #newt scamander x y/n #newt scamander fluff #newt x reader #newt x y/n #newton artemis fido scamander

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star-spangledstud · 5 years ago

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Better Than Me (2/2)

Part one is here!

Summary: You really are better than them.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x (female!)Reader.

Word Count: 3000-ish.

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

It was ridiculous. So ridiculous that it bordered near downright insane. Absolutely fucking ridiculous. Impractical, stupid and completely, utterly ridiculous. Beautiful, sparkly and downright amazing, but ridiculous. You fucking loved it.

The baby pink, bejeweled handgun sat inside a pink velvet box on your lap. The bow, which was also pink, of course, was lying at your feet, which were clad in bedazzled silver Louboutins. Gems of all colors on the rainbow covered it on all sides, from the barrel to the handgrip and along the safety pin.

You gazed up at Tony, who wore an amused expression on his face, before glancing over at Pepper. She had her hand over her mouth in embarrassment, clearly horrified by Tony’s gift choice. The card read that it was from both of them. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

“Happy birthday, kid.” He said with a smirk that nearly extended from ear to ear.

“I don’t even want to know how much you spent on that,” Pepper muttered, shaking her head while you took the thing out of the pink and white polka-dotted tissue paper.

The others sighed audibly when you smiled, annoyed that Tony’s gift overshadowed theirs yet again. To be fair, they’d all expected it, but all of them secretly hoped any one of their gifts would be your favorite.

“I love it,” you said, twirling the weapon around in your hand, “and I agree with Pepper, I can’t even imagine how much you spent on this thing...”

“You’ll make it work,” he mused, “Two million dollars, by the way, and you could just thank me.”

Your breath caught in your throat and for a moment, you were sure Pepper was going to faint. Natasha shook her head, watching the scene unfold in horror. It was the ugliest thing she had ever seen. Wanda, who seemed to share none of her feelings, had created a monster out of you.

“Thanks, Tony,” you blew him a kiss, unable to get up from your seat at the dinner table that was covered in white roses in silver vases and wine that came from expensive bottles.

“It’s very pretty,” the witch said, “Can I hold it?”

“Please,” you shoved it into her hands, “by all means.”

“You’re insane, Tony,” you said as you took the gift Bruce had gotten for you from his outstretched hands with a smile, “Absolutely fucking nuts, but I love you for it.”

Your eyes went around the room, finding Steve at the end of the table of which you sat at the head. You were the birthday girl, after all, the pink satin sash draped around you said so in large, cursive letters and so it was your turn to have the most important seat of the house. It was a ridiculous ordeal, he thought so anyway, but you were smiling and chatting and enjoying the company of your friends and it was good to see. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened and knew very well he was to blame.

He was the one who pushed you away, even though it was for your own good.

You took Thor’s gift just as the waiter began to serve your first course, and since he was seated closest to you, you thanked him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Steve’s gift came last. You didn’t expect anything from him given the circumstances.

Four hours, six courses and many glasses of wine and Asgardian mead later, you found yourself back in your room. Gifts given to you by your fellow team members were sprawled out on your bed, ranging from a pair of silk pajamas with glittery Ugg slippers to match from Wanda to Starbucks and Sephora gift cards from Sam and everything in between. Chocolate covered strawberries in a glittery box, two romance novels, a bottle of beautifully aged red wine from Asgard and a peach-toned Dior lipstick, all tokens of appreciation given to you by the people you cared about the most.

Despite the hardships that you faced the previous year and the social distancing that occurred during that time, you couldn’t deny how good it felt to be with the team again. You’d changed a lot in a year, grown to be a different person than the one you were before. It wasn’t necessarily a good or a bad thing in your mind, it just happened naturally.

You sat down beside the velvet box, eyes automatically flying towards the item on your far left. A drawing of you, sitting on a terrace, staring out into the sunny skyline with a cup of coffee in your hand. It was an old drawing by the looks of it because your hair was much shorter and a different shade and your clothing was far plainer than it was now; black jeans and a white t-shirt. A signature that read SR sat in the bottom right corner in messy, doctor-like handwriting. It made your toes curl.

Of course, he was the one with the overly personal gift. You didn’t know whether it was because he simply had no fucking clue what 21st-century women liked to receive for their birthdays or whether he’d purposely done it to make you remember the day it was drawn, but the latter happened and now, you were sitting on your bed with prickling eyes and goosebumps that lined your skin.

You remembered that day very vividly. You’d only been an Avenger for three months and were struggling to adjust to the fact that you had to suddenly follow orders. Before joining the team, you’d worked alone, hired by people with deep pockets and dark intentions. You made your own rules.

The first time Steve had taken you out for coffee he kind to offer you advice. At first, you thought it felt a little like he was trying to be the human resource manager with the way he talked to you, you continued to meet up every Saturday afternoon and as the weeks passed, something in the dynamic changed. He loosened up, got rid of his Captain America persona and instead became Steve. You didn’t know what caused the change, but it was good, allowed you to actually get to know the man behind the suit and vice versa.

That particular day was a good one, It was a sunny day in spring, not too hot and not too cold, with a soft breeze that carried the scent of fresh flowers across the terrace. You’d ordered a latte, Steve liked it black. You weren’t talking, but instead, a comfortable silence hung between you. You’d brought a book just like you always did and read it while occasionally eyeing the people that passed you by. Steve, whose cheeks had become fiery red out of the blue, pulled out a leather-bound sketchbook and began to draw.

You never asked him what he was drawing, even when he stored away his pencils and shoved the book back inside his tote did you not bother to pry. Not even when you became so close you’d sometimes fall asleep together on the couch, did you not ask.

You knew now, but they didn’t say ignorance is bliss without reason.

You began to mindlessly pick at three layers of lavender toned sparkling nail polish, pulling at it as it came off your fingers with far too much ease. You’d paid the lady $60 for your manicure three days prior and now, you were ripping it off. With a deep sigh, you pushed yourself up, gripping the back of your heels so you could slip them off with ease. You’d probably never wear them again.

You slowly began to clean up the mess, discarded packaging, boxes, and gift bags and placing them in the corner of your room near the door. You put everything away except for the drawing, which you couldn’t decide what to do with. Why was it such a big deal to you, anyway? You hardly spoke to Steve anymore and if you did, it was during pre- and post-mission briefings. Maybe that’s why it made you feel so strange. it didn’t feel right, such a personal, intimate gift after how far the two of you had drifted apart.

He hadn’t asked you about Netflix in four months and you hadn’t offered your expertise on which shows and movies were the best. You didn’t bring him coffee anymore but instead, he made his own, never leaving enough in the pot for you to make a cup as well. The message he sent you was loud and clear and in return, you were an open book.

He’d grumble when a stranger was seated at the breakfast table on Sundays courtesy of your hospitality, avert his eyes when they tried to kiss you openly (which you refused). The pang in his chest would hit him when he saw Ubers out front whose engines were running to carry you to your dates in high-end restaurants and fancy bars. He wasn’t jealous, he kept telling himself. He was just worried about your safety when you disappeared into the night with strange men. Men that weren’t him, ironically.

He should’ve seen you when you were right in front of him. When you were there, literally waiting for him to make a move on you, begging him with your mannerisms and your looks, your glances, and smiles even when his jokes weren’t funny. He knew damn well you would make an amazing couple, that you could take on the entire fucking world as a duo, but he was too scared to put it on the line, too scared of what might happen once the bad guys caught a whiff of your relationship. They’d already tried to destroy Bucky and Jesus Christ, they nearly succeeded. He couldn’t handle the thought of losing you to an organization like HYDRA, or worse. He never told you this. You had no idea. You were convinced he didn’t want you because of your flaws. Because of who you were.

You got over it, shut out the thought of ever holding hands with Steve in public, the thoughts of ever feeling his lips softly pressing against your plump cheeks and his body weighing down on top of you while his voice vibrated against your ear and neck. You managed to forget about him, managed to exchange the memories and fantasies of him for diamond necklaces, silk blazers, and expensive shoes. You traded him in for strangers with big bank accounts driving nice cars wearing expensive suits. They managed to fill the void he created by pushing you away.

So yeah, the gift bothered you. It was too nice, too sweet, so sweet you had to struggle to stay stoic when thanking him earlier. You literally had to stop yourself from smiling too big, from allowing tears of gratitude and happiness to completely ruin your make-up. if things had been different, you would have done those things. They weren’t. He didn’t want you and now he was being nice. It didn’t make sense.

Just as you were about to change into a different outfit for the evening, your phone vibrated. You picked it up off your nightstand and opened it. It was a text message, but not from the guy who would be knocking on the front door in the coming hour.

I didn’t get a chance to personally wish you a happy birthday. Can we talk? -S

You gripped the device so hard you nearly crushed the screen. Six months ago, a message like this would’ve had you crying on your bathroom floor for four hours. Now, it just made you angry. So angry, that you picked your studded Louboutin off the floor and chucked it at the wall. The heel broke off against the concrete, but you didn’t notice. You weren’t going to wear them again anyway.

Your fingers typed furiously, breathing coming out in shallow huffs. Images of the girls he’d brought back to Tony’s party’s flashed before your eyes while your fingers went faster than your brain could keep up with.

Roof. Omw.

Whether he understood the abbreviation ‘omw’ or not, you didn’t take the time to guess. You left your room without changing into the other dress or putting on new shoes. The elevator went up agonizingly slowly, but it was too late to go back and take the stairs. The buttons were pushed and the door closed.

He was standing by the edge, leaning against the railing with his arms crossed over his chest. In contrast to you, he had changed his attire, leaving the light blue button-down he was wearing earlier for a plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants. He looked down at your feet, noticed how your polished toes were bare and opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again when he caught the expression on your face. You weren’t surprised to find him there first. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d come up there running. Apparently, though, he did know what ‘omw’ meant.

“What the hell is this?” You asked, waving your phone in front of his face, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, voice wavering.

“What do I mean? What...,” you snorted, “What do you mean?! The gift, the talking? We shouldn’t be here.”

“But why?” He knew why but chose to ignore the sensical part of his brain that told him he shouldn’t be doing this.

You lifted your arms, a deep breath leaving you while you considered what to say. You wanted to come up with an excuse, tell him you were busy or that you’d lost sight of not just him, but the entire team, but fuck it, lying wouldn’t get you anywhere. It had never gotten you anywhere before.

“Because I have to get over you.”

He was silent, taking in your words. They stung, even though he already knew the truth they carried.

“I couldn’t have you constantly hanging around me anymore. I couldn’t stand seeing those girls hanging off your arm at those stupid parties and I sure as hell didn’t want to hear how fun they were and how great and wonderful and how amazing, and-”

He stepped forward, gripping your arms. The sudden contact made blood rush to your head, making you nauseous and dizzy simultaneously.

“I spent so much time wondering why they were better than me,” you mumbled, “I still haven’t figured it out.”

“They aren’t better than you,” he replied softly, “they don’t even compare to you.”

You looked up, eyes large and glossy and so goddamn pretty with that champagne eyeshadow and winged liner and Steve thought he was going to lose his mind then and there.

“I had to let you go because I’m afraid,” he admitted, “terrified of what might happen if anyone tries to get to you because of me.”

“Steve,” you tried, but couldn’t find words.

All this time, you thought he didn’t like you. That he wasn’t interested in you, didn’t want anything from you but a friendship at most. You’d taught yourself to ignore your constant desire for him because it would never be reciprocated.

“When you distanced yourself from me, I knew I’d messed up, but it was too late. I’d dug a hole for myself and there was nothing I could do to get back out,” he snorted, “I needed those girls as a distraction, but none of them are as good as you.”

He smiled sadly, taking your hands in his larger, calloused palms and began to rub circles on your knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, “I’ve been stupid and an ass and I don’t deserve to even be in the same room as you. I fucked up, Y/N.”

The skin on the back of his neck was soft when you clasped your fingers around it, muscles tensing up when you began to pull him down to meet you. Without heels on, you’d lost a significant amount of height on him, causing him to tower over you. On a hot day, he could be your personal parasol, shielding you from the sun with his entire body.

“Idiot,” you mumbled before his mouth found yours.

He kissed you, hands gripping your waist out of fear that if he were to let go, he’d wake up in his bed alone. But it wasn’t a dream, he knew it because the soft feeling of your glossy lips against his own was unlike anything he’d ever felt.

“Idiot,” you said again when you took a moment to breathe.

“I am,” he kissed you again, the sweet taste of Chardonnay and that night’s dessert - creme brulee and vanilla ice cream - still lingering on your tongue, sending his senses in complete overdrive.

“I don’t want to stay away from you anymore,” he said finally, “I’d never let anyone hurt you.”

You smiled, heart ready to explode from the sudden burst of happiness you experienced for the first time in a long time. Maybe Wanda was right all along.

“Steve, I can defend myself. You know that, right?” You mused.

“I’ll kill them if they try.”

He captured your lips with his again. The scent of his cologne, oud, and pine, nearly caused your knees to buckle from under you. You didn’t even realize the goosebumps that lined your skin, or the fact that the date you were supposed to meet up with had already bailed on you. It didn’t matter, because you finally had Steve where you wanted him. It only took for the two of you to drift apart almost completely for you to realize that you could never truly get away from one another.

You placed your head on top of his chest, allowing his body heat to warm you up in a hug that engulfed you. It was nice, the feeling of his chest rising and falling slowly while you watched the city’s skyline in the dark. The want for it had been suppressed for so long you almost forgot what it felt like.

“Steve?” You asked, peeking up at him through false eyelashes and three layers of waterproof mascara.

“Hmm?”

“Your gift was my favorite.”

Yeah, all of those bitches definitely weren’t better than you.

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Vacuo’s Rainman Chapter One

AN: I’ve had this laying around in my google docs for like a year. I don’t know if I’ll post a second chapter or not, I have a plot line, but I don’t know if I can follow up on, because this writes some different from me now. But I’ll try eventually. Now onto the story!

In the living room of the Arc family's house sat a three-year-old Jaune Arc dressed in blue overalls with a yellow undershirt playing with a toy dump truck rolling over some plastic Beowolves while the tv sounded in the background. His father, Nicholas Arc, sat there contently watching his only child play while making aggressive and nearly disturbing sounds of Beowolves meeting their demise. He thought to himself, while slightly worried but happy nonetheless, "He'll make a fine Hunter one day," He paused in thought as the love of his life came down the stairs with something behind her back. "If his mother ever lets him go... Not like I'm any better, though." His mind remembering his extensive measures taken for his son.

The sound of snapping and hysterical giggles brought Nicholas Arc out of his memories, and he turned to look at his beloved with his most confident and dashing smile, saying, "Yes, my Dearest?"

She stared at him for a good 4 seconds saying nothing before bursting out laughing, driving a flush onto the veteran hunters face while getting a chilling sense of nostalgia of his first encounter with Juniper.

Still laughing, his wife spoke to him. "Puh-please, don't do those goofy smiles of yours; they tear me up inside!" Face again flushing the Arc said with embarrassment and a little annoyance that his wife still found his dashing good looks laughable. "Whatever just tell me what's up, Jaunes playing, and I want to watch."

The toddler in question was still playing but giving the occasional over the shoulder glance at his parents over what had his mom cracking up; he hoped it was his dad making funny faces again.

Juniper looked over humming merrily before looking back. "Weell, let's just say that after today Jaune won't be the only one you'll be watching play..." She said playfully letting the sentence stop.

The older Arc looked nonplussed and asked: "What did you find Jaune a playmate or something?"

She hummed some more. "Well, I guess you could say that, but they'll be much younger."

"Ok, then." The Hunter said. "Good for Jaune then, he needs more friends." His wife looked at him for some reason he couldn't figure out.

His wife spoke again: "They'll be here every day, and you'll be looking after them too..." His wife once again trailed off.

‘Why does she keep doing that?’ Nicholas thought to himself, "Alright then, did we get new neighbors or did you meet someone that has a kid around Jaunes age?" The man of the house questioned.

"No." His wife deadpanned.

"Then, where on Remnant did you find a playmate for Jaune? Did my sister finally get pregnant? Oh, was it your brother? I always thought he'd make a great father!" Her annoyingly dense at times husband said confused and then excitedly.

"No! Right here!" She shouted, grabbing his hand and putting it on her stomach and showing him a pregnancy test.

He flushed and looked at Jaune sitting mere feet away and blushed harder.

"H-Honey, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but Jaune's right there! He's too young to learn, and I haven't had time to wash up, I mean-" The man started to stammer. Many things the Arc Patriarch is good at, but reading in between the lines was not one of those things.

"Ugg," The woman groaned, and then looked at the pregnancy test and realized it was backward and groaned much, much harder.

"Honey, please! The boy's right there; this is something I rather tell him than show him!" The man said, stammering harder.

She quickly flipped the test around and showed him the positive results, and said: "You're going to be a freaking father again, Nicholaus!"

"Oh, why didn't you just say so; Wait, what?" The man said, doing a double take.

A goofy grin reminiscent of a specific future goofy blonde appeared on his beautiful wife's face. "I said you're going to be a father again." She said tears began well in her eyes.

Nicholas's face went blank briefly before returning with the biggest smiles his wife had ever seen. Picking her up and grabbing her, he brought her into a tight, but gentle hug.

Juniper could only blush at her husband's sudden explosive affection, wanting to dwell at that moment forever.

Her husband drew her into a kiss before he put her down, only to stop once they heard a childish "Ew, Gross!" from behind them, seeing the young Jaune Arc looking at them like they were insane.

Juniper blushed a bit, while Nicholas just got down on a knee and called his son over. "Jaune! Come over here; we've got something important to tell you!"

Jaune listened, as that excited tone from his father always meant something good was about to happen.

Wiggling his way over to his father, he asked. "What is it, daddy?" Jaune said, knowing his dad like to be called that, and making his dad happy usually meant more goodies.

Under any other circumstances, his father would have internally squealed at being called daddy, but today was different. He took Jaune by the hands and picked him up.

"Jauney..." His father said, trailing off. "Today everything changes; you're going to be a brother!" His father practically squealed, making his mom nearly double over laughing.

Little Jaune could only look at his father, "What's a bra-thar?" The child said, trying to sound out the word.

His father tossed him up a little into the air, eliciting a squeal of joy from Jaune, before adjusting him to a more comfortable position.

"Well, Jauney a brother is kind of like... Well... Um? Juniper help?" His father said to his mother, not quite able to explain to his son what he was about to be.

"Bring him here, Nicholas," His mother said, sitting down.

He did and put Jaune down his mother's lap. "Jaune, give me your hand, please." He did, and his mother put his hand on her stomach.

"Jaune, what do you feel?"

"Warm, tired." He said with a yawn, starting to drift his head back and forth.

"Well, inside of me is something warm, and it's tired too, asleep actually."

"Is it your heart? Why's your heart asleep?" He asked full of childish innocence.

His mom laughs. "No, Jauney it's not mamas heart, no it's a little person like you. They're asleep inside of mama, and in a couple of months they'll come out, they going to live with us, and daddy and mama are going to take care of them like you, and you Jauney... Are going to be their big brother."

They're that word again; what did it mean? The child thought to himself, "Ok, but what's a brother."

His mom looked little tense, herself not quite knowing how to answer, before sighing and just decided to wing it and go from the heart. "You're... They're protector!"

Jaune's eyes widened. "Protector? Like a hero!?" he squealed excitedly.

His mom nodded her head, seeing an easy way out. "Yes, Jauney, you're going to protect them like a hero! You're going to love them, protect them, and guide them when mommy and daddy aren't here. That's what being a brother means."

It took a moment for the words to sink in. "That's... So awesome!" Jaune said with blind excitement, still not fully realizing what being a brother meant, but happy for it.

Jaune hopped off his mother's lap and went back over to his toys, picking them up to take back to his room.

"Jaune, what are you doing?" His father called out.

"I got to start training now if I want to be a good protector by the time they're here!" He said, taking his toys up the stairs.

His mother and father could only smile at each other before making eye contact, an unspoken conversation happening, both agreeing.

Juniper Green Arc rose up and kissed her husband's cheek, saying "Go, go and help him. You know how you Arc's are when you get motivated."

He nuzzled his nose against hers. "Well, you would too. It's how I got you to love me." Nicholas said sweetly to his darling wife.

She lets out a dry laugh. "Ha, that or the fifty times you asked me out, and I finally realized how cute your pout is. Oh, there it is right now." She said with a laugh.

Nicholas, definitely not pouting, said with a huff. "Couldn't say it was my dashing good looks, could you?" She merely laughed again. "Alright, fine. I'm going to go teach Jauney the basics of footwork." He said with a flush face but moved with excitement.

"Make sure you don't hurt yourselves!" Juniper called out to her husband moving up the stairs, watching the other things that drew her to her husband, from that tight body and cute butt to the confident way he carried himself when he was happy, oh, how she loathed seeing him down, it was like watching a puppy die. Oh, and who could forget those beautiful blue eyes, and that luscious blonde hair. Gods, the Arc genes just had it all; it was downright unfair to the competition.

She chuckled at the memories of having to scare off more than a few would be seductress, not that her husband knew either too love blind or dense to notice, more than likely the latter as according to one of his former teammate from Beacon, he had more than one girl after him at the time and he never noticed too focus on being a hunter, only realizing years later on a mission. His teammate still laughed at the memory of him screaming wildly into the night, and she did too after she saw the video.

Juniper mentally then began preparing herself for going back to Atlas, as Nicholas Arc had sworn an Arc promise to see her safely through any pregnancies, and an Arc never goes back on their word.

Ha, at least she wouldn't be alone this time. Little Jaune would be there with her, and that's all that mattered, no doubt the Fervent Hunter of Ansel would be making a reappearance soon.

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My parents were acting weird, the first thing after teaching me how to move funny, and making a promise to practice every day, dad made me and mom go live in the hospital far away from home, and I knew it was far away cause he saw the land go bye bye from the plane.

Then mom started to get fat, like real fat, but just on her belly and then got sick like every morning. I guess that's why she in the hospital, not sure why I'm here, I miss dad, but he comes by sometimes.

Mom says it helps that I'm here, I don't get why though. But as long as mom is happy, I'm happy.

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Juniper holding her baby in her arms felt more than saw her husband enter the building, the constant shaking on the floor was a dead give away.

The shaking got louder as she felt her husband's presence down the hallway, all that stood between them was a dusteel electronically locked, bomb proof door.

The poor door never stood a chance as it was in between her and him.

The door flew off with a thunderous clap and got stuck in the wall, never had she been gladder that she had sent Jaune, and the employees away, she did not want another incident like her last pregnancy, that unfortunate man to get in the way was still recovering.

"Is it true?" Her husband said with nary, a huff, presumably running from wherever he was to her after the nurse called him to tell him that his wife had gone into labor.

Holding up her newest addition to the family as evidence, Juniper said, "Yes." With tears in her eyes.

Nicholas stood in the doorway, looking with awe at his child. "Is the baby a," Nicholas began to ask, "A girl, a beautiful baby girl." His wife answered.

The man nearly began to break down, crying there as he moved over to his wife.

"Have you thought of a name for her yet?" He asked in between sob, never thinking he'd make it this far again after their first experience.

"No," His wife answered back, "I was... Thinking Jaune should try and think of a name for her." Juniper said sheepishly.

Bewildered, her husband looked up from their child and at her. "Wha?" Was the only thing to come to mind for the papa arc.

"Now, Nicholas, it's just Jaune's been cooped up in here with me for the last nine months, I thought that he should at least have a say-" Juniper began to stammer, till Nicholas took her hand and looked her in the eyes.

"It's fine Juniper, if you think it's a good idea, I believe you... And we can regret it after you get off this pain medication." He said with complete seriousness.

They stared each other in the eyes before lapsing into laughter, barely managing to keep from waking their daughter.

Recovering from the joke, Juniper grabbed her husband's shoulder "Go find the nurses and get Jaune in here, please."

He smiles at her, "Sure thing, honey." Giving her a quick kiss before he left.

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Jaune was with the nurses thinking to himself that now it wasn't just his parent acting weird. The nice ladies were all acting weird too, making him leave mom when she started screaming, saying something like how children aren't meant to see this. Why? Mom's in pain, he needs to be there so he can kiss the boo-boo and so it can get better. That's what mom and dad would do for him.

That's when the nice ladies told him his dad was here, and that they were taking him to see him, and someone special. But, who's special? Everybody he cares about is here, well besides that white-haired girl he met a couple of days ago. She was mean but made him feel funny, like not sick or laughing, but more like his heart was happy. He wishes he knew her name.

Maybe it's Uncle Toe or Aunt Sissy? But they already left a couple of hours ago when they started letting people say hi to mom again, but they still won't let me see her yet.

Seeing his dad though made all those thoughts drop out of his mind, Jaunes face lighting up like the sun crossing over the horizon, seeing his father for the first time in weeks. Nicholas was no different from his son giving a smile that could warm even the iciest of hearts and more valuable than gold, also unwittingly distracting several passing nurses and one white-haired woman with an almost stunned expression.

Jaune shouted out to his father as he ran to him. "Dad!" Accidentally crushing the hearts of the nurses watching, and also warming them at the same time. The ivory-haired woman didn't seem to mind, though, taking a photo of the scene.

"Jauney!" His father said back as he caught him and spun him around, before showering him in kisses acrosses the forehead and cheeks. Eliciting several coos and daws from the peanut gallery, unaware of being filmed by a snow-hair woman.

"Jaune, I've got something significant to show you. Ready?" His father asked to which the only response was nodding his head.

The pair walked away, letting the nurses disperse while the white-haired woman stayed and watched them leave only stopping when a small, regal little girl called out behind her.

"Mother? What are you watching?" The white-haired child asked.

"Oh, nothing, Winter, just... Nothing." She said, walking the other way, her daughter following her. Replaying the natural sight of warmth in her head over and over again, a view the woman had not seen since her childhood.

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The pair entered his mother's room, and Jaune was let down to see his mom.

"So, where is the important person? Where? Where?" The boy asked impatiently.

His mother giggled and shifted her body to show the baby breathing lightly in her arms. "This is her Jaune, your little sister."

Jaune squinted his eyes looking at her, trying to figure out what had everyone so worked up over her. "Hmm, is she sick?"

His parents gasped at that. "What?! No, Jaune, she is perfectly healthy!" His mother said to him.

"Ok, but then why is everyone so interested in her?" Jaune asked with all the logic his young brain could muster.

"Because she's your little sister; that's why!" His dad said, hoping he wouldn't have to explain what a sister is. Luckily enough, though, his mother covered that.

"Oh, ok, then." The boy responded, looking a little disinterested trying for the life of him to figure out why the baby was getting so much attention.

"Well?" His mom asked him.

"Well, what?" The boy answered.

"Do you want to hold your baby sister?" His mother asked excitedly.

He seemed to consider this for a moment before accepting her, his father and mother carefully setting him down between them and instructing him on how to hold her.

His baby sister felt heavy, but also not heavy in arms, Jaune thought, like he suddenly had all the weight of his toys in hand but scared that if he dropped one, they all would fall and break. Too important to let go of, was a good short version of the feeling. The feeling was weird, like his parents.

"What's her name?" The little boy asked, unflinchingly staring at the baby.

His mom put on a wide grin at the question, and his father merely smiled happily.

"Well, Jaune, I hoping you might come up with one." Juniper Arc said warmly.

The boys head almost shot up, but scared to hurt the baby he merely looked to his mom and asked: "Why?"

His mother drew him into her embrace and told him. "Jaune, you've been here with me for nine months, helping me when I need it and being with me, you've been just as important to making sure she got here safely as dad and me," His mother said with some exaggeration.

The boy's eyes widened, "Really?"

His mother nodded, and so did his father.

"Jaune, remember you're going to be her protector, her brother, you're going to take care of her as much as Dad and I, so go ahead and think of a name for her," Juniper said to her nearly four-year-old son. Which reminded her his birthday was in two months. Nicholas though already remembered and bought a present in advance.

It was at this moment everything began to change for young Jaune Arc, no longer was he just Jaune Arc, son of Juniper and Nicholas Arc, only child and friendless, but from this day forward, big brother and protector of his sister.

The boy nodded to his parents with fire in his eyes, seeming to shine a brilliant sapphire to his parents at that moment.

The protector looked to his new charge and staring at the pale creature in swaddling blankets. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing softly, he could barely make out her heart as he held her close. He could scarcely see any hair on the creatures head, but what he could see was bright and shiny like his.

Staring at his sister for what felt like hours, till the right name came to mine and finally answered, "Rayonner! I think she should be Rayonner!" The boy said to his parents, who had fallen asleep behind him, cuddle together.

He looked to the window, no light. He had been thinking for hours.

He looked down at the baby as it started to move, and he adjusted the child so that it would see him when she awoke.

The child stirred for minutes at a time till she finally awoke and saw him.

She didn't scream; she didn't cry, nor did she whine.

No all she did was a yawn and stared at him with the most brilliantly green eyes he has ever seen — the same color as moms. The boy thought to himself.

He waved a hand in front of Rayonner, "Hi, Rayonner, I'm your brother, it's nice to meet you finally. I've been hearing about how'd you be here for months now, and your finally here! It's awesome to have you here."

The baby looked it's green into his blues, and then with its newborn arms reached up grabbing his hand, giggling and falling back to sleep comfortably.

The boy then at the moment finally got what was so important about this baby, and then once again everything changed. His heart swelled and found himself looking around the room, worry seeping into his soul.

The boy finally understood fear, fear for someone other than yourself.

It was at that moment his dad woke up to see his son pacing around the dark room looking around for... Brother's know what, while keeping a solid hold on his newborn sister.

"Jaune? What are you doing?" His father asked sleepily.

The boy shot around to look at his father before rushing over. "Dad! Good, you can keep Rayonner safe, while I make sure there's no monster under the bed!"

The father had no words for how confused he was. His son already under the bed and then out the other side looking in the closet, making just enough sound to wake his mother.

"Wha?" His mother said sleepily.

The father merely shrugged and waited for his son to tire himself out.

The mother tried to go back to sleep.

Their child didn't stop though, and he kept patrolling and looking, armed with nothing but butter knife, looking for any danger that might harm his baby sister.

It was around an hour late that they put a stop to it and asked what was wrong.

"Jaune, come here." His mother commanded.

The boy complied but stuck his butter knife in his pants.

"Did you ever think of a name for your sister?" His mom asked.

"Yes, it's Rayonner! I already told dad," He looked at his dad. "Why didn't you tell her dad?"

Nicholas Arc shrugged. "I thought I was still asleep." A valid answer as any.

Juniper Arc stared at her husband, before realizing she was too tired, but couldn't sleep till she found out what was wrong with her boy.

"That's a good name, Jaune, but what's got you scared? You're usually so brave, what's wrong honey?" She asked as nicely as she could after only getting four hours of sleep after giving birth to a nine-pound baby.

"I'm scared there might be a monster in here that wants to eat Rayonnner!" The boy said with fear in his tone.

The mother looked at the father, the father looked at the mother and shrugged, holding his baby to his chest.

"Why do you think that, Jaune?" Nicholas said tiredly.

"I-I don't know, and it's just ever since I named her, It's like the only thing I can think of. Like if I put her down for a moment that she'd disappear or someone will hurt her!" The boy shouted out worriedly.

The father looked increasingly worried for his son until his wife then burst out laughing, realizing what her son was doing. Like father like son.

Juniper whispered to her husband, a smile crept over the man's face, and he nodded.

He put a hand down on his son's shoulders, who was still looking for monsters.

"Jaune, do you want to protect your sister?"

"Yes! What do you think I've been trying to do for the last hour!"

"Well if you want to protect your sister from monsters, then swear on your Arc name that you won't let any monster hurt her." His dad said proudly. Unaware of the drastic consequences that would come from this.

"Yeah! That's a great idea, daddy! If I say that I'm protecting her, then the monsters will have to come after me first! Lets do it!" The boy said excitedly.

"Alright, Jaune, all you have to is swear on the Arc name." His father said, both well aware of the meaning of the act.

"Ok. I, Jaune Arc, swear on my name as an Arc to protect my sister from the darkness, and the light, from the worse of man and faunuskind, from the Grimm and the monsters. That should they bring harm upon her that I will use the full extent of my power to destroy anything that would hurt her, I solemnly swear on my name as an Arc!" The boy said with a level of confidence and power that shocked both parents.

His father, a faint trail of tears, going down his face, and his mother squealed and picked up him up and crushed him against her chest. "My little boy is growing up!"

"Yeah, he is." The father said, wiping his tears away, noticing how dark it is. "It's also time we get to sleep, and this bed isn't big enough for all of us, so say goodnight to mom and Rayonner."

"I can't stay here?" The boy asked, sadly.

His father shook his head. "No, you might get them sick, if you're around Rayonner too much right now, but don't worry, Rayonner, and mom will be home with us tomorrow."

That brought a smile to the steadily growing, tired boy. "Alright, night, mom, night, Rayonner love you." He said, giving a kiss to both on the cheek and forehead.

He gestured for his dad to pick him up, which he did, and they walked out.

"Hey, dad," Jaune said to his father as they walked out of the hospital.

"Yes, Jauney?"

"I mean it. I am going to keep Rayonner safe, no matter what." The child said with all of his might, which sounded suspiciously like a yawn.

"I know Jauney, I know, and I'll keep you safe till you can keep yourself and her safe."

"Thank dad; I love you." The little boy said, drifting off to sleep in his father's warm, safe embrace.

"I love you too Jaune, so much that you cannot even imagine what I'd do to keep you safe." The boy's father said in barely a whisper to his sounds sleeping form.

#Toddler!Jaune #Nicholas Arc #Juniper Arc #Arc Family #Light-hearted #Fluffy

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Psycho — Bae Joohyun

Irene really, really loves you. Too much, you begin to realize.

Warnings: Psychotic!Au, mentions of abuse, murder, language, and in general dark themes.

Word Count: 7k

January 16, 2020 — 9:45PM

She might as well have been a celebrity, as she was the key reason that this coffee shop got visitors. Her silky smooth skin, complimented by her sparkling eyes and perfect build was everything the masses needed to get up early in the mornings before work.

She couldn’t count all the numbers she had recieved in just the couple of months she had been employed at Velvets; the coffee shop that rested in the center of the city. It’s red and pink decor, followed by the hand crafted decorations from so many visitors in the past, was exactly where Bae Joohyun, more frequently referred to as Irene belonged.

She always had the same greeting. It was in the protocol, after all.

“Hello! Welcome to Velvet’s. How are you doing today?”

And today is no different. She always tries her best to look right at the customer as soon as she hears the familiar bell, indicating the door had opened, but her nail was chipping, and it was driving her nuts. She says her line, still fiddling before she realizes that it can’t be fixed until later.

“I’m so sorry! It’s been a long—“

And then she stops. She has seen a million people come and go to her place of work. Most of them found her beauty to be enchanting, but even the finest of them could barely make her blink. No matter how hard they tried to merge the conversation onto dinner, or what she was doing after her shift, her facial expression stayed the same—dull and unimpressed.

But you. You’re standing here in all of your glory, hair perfectly sculpted to your face. She loves this look on you. It’s the perfect color to compliment your perfect skin, and daring eyes as they swallow her whole. Usually, she did this to others, yet here you were, snatching her soul—seemingly without even trying.

“A long day.” She finally breaths out. Her heart is racing at a dangerous pace, and she knows she looks like a creep right now. Her dark eyes are trying to break you down, and bring you to your knees, but it’s not working.

“I understand that.” You giggle. You seem tired. The bags under your eyes are slight, but still drooped enough to which she can tell you’re either a student, or you work a nine to five. Regardless, you’re not always free. Your clothing is simple. Sweats, a hoodie, and some ugg boots to shield you from the cold weather. “Your nails are so cute, by the way.” You smile, and it’s calming. It’s not a full on cheese session, but that makes it even better. It’s simple, just as you seem to be.

“Don’t flatter me.” She begins, showing them to you in full form over the marble counter. “It’s chipped.”

“And still cute.” You assure, smoothly moving a sole finger across the nail. “Is it gel polish?” You question with an adorable head tilt. Absolutely priceless. You’re probably very good at getting what you want. You know exactly how to move, and lighten your voice to make people feel what you want them to feel.

“It is. You know—

“It stays on longer.” You finish for her.

“Exactly.” She can’t hold in her smile. Was her heart...warming? If so, that meant her cheeks were turning pink, which also meant that you could see clearly that you were doing it right. If you were flirting with her, you were doing it so well, and so respectfully.

“I’ll just take a hazelnut.” You breathe out. Your hands are in your pockets, and you’re shifting the weight from your toes to your heels repeatedly. You must be cold. When you’re cold, you get jittery it seems. That’s why you’re in here in the nick of time. You’re definitely in school. You probably just got out of class, and have a shit-ton of homework to finish. That’s why you need the coffee and that’s why you seem so exhausted; although you’re trying to hide it from her.

“Hazelnut!” She shouts, turning around and giving the ticket to the real worker in here. She doesn’t even look at him as reaches out to snatch it from her. “Is that your favorite?”

“The only coffee I will drink.” You admit, covering your face with your hands. You’re embarrassed. You probably feel somewhat uncultured, and childish for even saying that out loud.

“Have you ever tried another?” She says in a light tone, tilting her head just as you did a few minutes ago. Still, you’re unfazed. You actually close your eyes for a moment before snapping them back open.

“I have. I think it was roasted chestnut? Whatever it was it was not good at all.” And now you’re laughing. Your laugh—it’s beautiful. It’s not a subtle, shy chuckle that would indicate you don’t laugh often. You laugh all the time. She can’t tell if it’s a boyfriend that always has you geeked like this, or maybe your friends. Maybe, even your girlfriend, but that would break her heart too much.

“Well, coffee isn’t the only good thing here. We’re not Starbucks, but our frapachinos are pretty good.” Irene mentions, eyes flicking to the frap menu to the left of her. She lets the red sweater she spotted slip off her shoulder ever so slightly, and you’re looking at it. It was for a mere second, but she saw it.

“Here you go.” Josh—the chef of this shift interrupted, handing you your coffee quickly.

“That’s the fastest you’ve ever done that.” Irene seethes, shooting an annoyed look to her co-worker.

“Trying to close. No offense.” Josh nods to you, already starting the trials and tribulations that closing involved. He’s wetting a rag in preparation of wiping all of the counters down.

“Oh, none taken. I hate to be that customer that comes in late like this. I just have all this work to catch up on and I figured buying aderall from the guy who sits beside me in Psych wasn’t the best idea.”

Irene breaks into a fit of laughter. Truthfully, she wasn’t faking it. You were so funny. But she was also right. She hit the nail right on the head, actually. Josh couldn’t believe his ears as he had barely seen her smile a genuine cheese. Of course he stayed silent. “You’re funny!” She coughs out through her fit.

“Don’t flatter me.” You smile brightly. Your smile is so pretty, just like you. God, she was running through too many scenarios on how she could make you stay. “Thanks for this pleasing experience. Today sucked and I needed it so badly. Do you guys have like a manager or something? Or like a survey?”

She had never been asked this before. No one had ever cared to commend them on their excellent service and caffeine recovery program they had in place for the addicts. “Um...no. But what you can do is come back. To repay us.” She whispers the last part.

She needs your name. She just knows someone like you has the most goregeous name.

And the heavens answers her request. She already saw that you had a necklace hiding under your hoodie, but you’re pulling it out now. It’s a name; she just needs to know who it is.

“That necklace, I love it.” She leans over the counter, squinting to see the name. “Y/N.” She mumbles. “Is that your name?”

“It is.” You respond. “People say it’s stupid to wear your own name, but it’s comforting to me. Plus, I don’t have someone else’s name to wear so.”

So, you were single.

“Don’t get too discouraged. Someone could come and change that. Very soon, actually.” She purrs, and she finally does it. She’s getting in your head. You’re seeing her.

You leave, your walk mezmorizing her in ways that makes her tingle. She barely follows the procedures of cleaning, as all she wants to do is go home. She needs to know everything about you.

“Y/N L/N. Twenty four years old. Younger than me.”

It wasn’t that hard to find your all your social media. All public, minus your Facebook account. Your Twitter consists of retweets of memes that probably made you scream, and your own little comedy that your select friends liked as they felt obligated.

She can’t lie; she was expecting to see a tweet about her. Something about a beautiful girl in the coffee shop. But there was nothing. Not a peep. Then again, maybe this was a good sign. Maybe you liked to keep your loves private. She’s searching through your pictures, embellishing in the sight of you until something stops her scrolling.

It’s a picture of you, and another guy. His hair is black, but his features are far from plain. He’s not impressive to her, but she knows to you, he’s everything. He seems to be just your type.

It’s been two years, and yet, it feels like a thousand.

The caption is so short, yet so sweet and gentle. It’s telling a million stories with one sentence, and even she can tell there’s real love in the photo. On your side, at least. She feels sick now. He’s tagged on the photo.

Lee Taeyong. That’s his name. The first place she searches is his likes, where she knows she’ll find proof of him being a scumbag. The way you addressed your necklace; it’s almost as if it was a mere replacement for a previous. It was a somber, silent story.

A lot of his likes are filled with hip-hop. Viral dances, artist appreciation, funny memes just as you enjoyed. You two probably found love through a similar interest. She continues to scroll though, where she finds something that truly twists her stomach. A quote.

Do you ever wish you could turn back time? Fix a mistake? Go back to when everything was perfect? When you could hold her and she was yours? Because same.

He hurt you. She didn’t know what he did, but she knows he hurt you. Her first guess was cheating, and she was going to stick to it. Maybe your chill nature was because your walls were up so high. Maybe your intense laughter wasn’t because you laughed all the time, but instead because you hadn’t laughed in a while. And it was all his fault—fuck Lee Taeyong.

He works at a video game store. No—he owns an arcade to be exact. She was going to see him. She needed to observe him in person. See his vibe. In the mean time, she can follow you on Instagram. That’s not too weird, right?

January 17, 2020 — 7:30PM

“Welcome to T’s.” A dull voice speaks.

Although the lighting in the arcade is practically blinding—all the neon creating a cool atmosphere, their customer service is awful. Probably a telling to his personality if that’s the kind of people he hired.

She waited for a moment, waiting for more. How can they just assume she knows what she’s doing? What kind of place was this? It’s a Saturday afternoon, and it shows because people are everywhere. Kids are running around, and adults are talking trash to eachother as they bet money on who will win the car game. “Men.” She sighs. But with her sighs brings the man she’s looking for. He’s almost blending in with his all black clothing, but she knows it’s him. He’s hard to miss, but not because of his features. It’s because she hates him.

Her current outfit; a tight red dress and dangerous heels aren’t really arcade attire, but she doesn’t care. She clacks her way over to Taeyong, who is surrounded by many people. He must be popular. He definitely cheated on you. The girls around him were ridiculous. So much for missing you.

She knows approaching so quickly would be foolish. It wouldn’t make sense. She decides instead to creep around, wanting to know who these people are. As she gets closer, she can recognize almost all of them. Chungha—your seemingly bestfriend was here, some guy with his arm around her shoulder. The Johnny she had seen pop up on your feed a few times, the Ten, and lastly, the Momo. Momo also seems to have some unspoken feelings about you.

She could feel it in the way she comments under your pictures. You couldn’t notice her flirtatious nature, but it was there.

The most beautiful human in the world.

My favorite.

Can I be you?

More like—can I be with you?

“Excuse me.” Irene finally speaks, interupting their laughter. She was hoping they’d give her a dirty look, so she could have even more of a reason to turn you against them, but they don’t. They look at her in synch, smiles still on their faces.

“What’s up?” Johnny says, a dashing grin on his face. Another who thinks she’s too beautiful. Exactly how she felt about you. “Are you new around here?”

Chungha punches him in the shoulder promptly, clearly not a fan of his approach. Irene can see why she was your chosen best-friend. Then again, was she really your friend? I mean, all of these people were hanging around your ex boyfriend and the only person who wasn’t here is you?

“Sorry about that.” She apologizes. “Us pretty girls are hard to come by, and they get extremely thirsty.”

She’s funny, but not as funny as you.

“Oh it’s fine. I’m Irene.” She introduces, placing her frail hand out. It connects with Chungha’s, and it’s genuine. “He’s right. I am new here. I’m a tad overdressed, I see.”

“I’m not complaining.” Johnny adds, receiving a punch from Taeyong this time.

So, he’s somewhat of a woman supporter too. I mean, he didn’t have to stop him from his words, but he did.

“I’m Taeyong.” He sighs, but he doesn’t place his hand out. That’s odd. The glow of games is making all of them look nothing less of models, but that doesn’t mean she’s impressed. No one was better than you.

“You know, you’re allowed to touch a girl other than your family and Y/N.” Johnny jokes.

The mention of your name makes everything in Irene’s body spike. They were acknowledging you, even though you weren’t here, which means maybe you didn’t mind them being here without you. Or maybe you and Taeyong weren’t exactly broken up. Something complicated instead.

He doesn’t say anything, just squints at his friend in an evil manner.

“Y/N.” Irene interrupts, putting a hand on her chin. “I met someone with that name last night.” She says. She knows exactly what she’s doing. “I work at Velvets, and this girl came in. She was wearing a necklace with that name.”

She watches for Taeyong’s reaction, and she gets what she wants. The mention of the cafe makes him almost flinch. Velvets must have been a place you two frequently visited together when you were dating. But then again, why did you seem so clueless about the menu? No, you weren’t. You mentioned you tried other coffee. It must have been with him. The way you laughed, it all makes sense now. You were thinking about him. A memory popped up.

She wants to ask if you were his ex, but that would be crossing the line. She had only known them for two minutes. It would seem too odd.

“Was she wearing sweat pants and a hoodie?” Momo questions now. Her hands are crossed over her chest, and Irene can’t read her. She doesn’t like that. Momo somewhat has her guard up.

“Yeah. I think she was.”

“That was definitely her. She’s been dressing like a complete bum lately.” Momo giggles now. If she didn’t already know this was her competition, she knows now. Momo is giggling just from thinking about you. You must make her laugh a lot. Irene doesn’t like her judgemental nature. You would be perfect in every state if she was a real one, but she’s not. So maybe she isn’t going to be a problem after all.

“You described her perfectly.” Irene seethes, quickly switching back to her normal state. The bright smile, and pink lip.

“How was she?” Taeyong questions. He still cares. She can see in in his eyes, but even if she was blind, it wouldn’t matter. His voice was so frail when talking about you.

“Oh brother.” Ten sighs

“I have a right to know.” Taeyong argues. He’s frustrated. He’s hot headed; at least when it comes to you.

“She seemed perfect to me. Laughing a lot, making jokes and stuff. I apologize if I’m out of place for this, but what’s going on? Is she okay?”

All of their faces seem to freeze for a mere second. They’re not uncomfortable with her question, but it seems like they’re wondering do they have permission to tell your buisness like that. They’re looking at Taeyong, presumably because it’s technically his buisness too.

Chungha is the first to speak. “She’s fine. These two,” she points to Taeyong, and then seemingly to thin air, “they broke up.”

Momo is oddly silent. She’s seemingly fuming, but no one is paying attention to her. That means none of these people know about her feelings for you. She’s been keeping it bottled up this entire time.

“Oh...sorry for asking.” Irene quickly scrambles, tucking her hair behind her ears. “I should’ve put that together by myself—

“It’s okay, beautiful.” Johnny places a hand on her shoulder, and she wants to slap the stupid grin off of his face, but he was going to be useful. He was stupid, and naive. One pull down of her panties, and he would tell her everything she needed to know. She moves into his touch, giggling just a tad.

The vibration of her phone distracts her, and she quickly searches for it in her Louis purse. You followed her back. One by one, you’re liking her pictures, and she can feel her heart beating hard through her little chest. Was her fairytale going to happen? Was she finally going to be able to fall in love again? God, she loved you already. Your sexy demeanor, your perfection. She needed you, and she would do anything to get it.

The bell of the shop dings, indicating that more people are walking in. From the way that they all freeze once again, she knows exactly who it is. She turns around and there you are. Her knees so badly want to get weak, but she controls herself. Today, you’re wearing an oversized t-shirt. She can’t tell if you have shorts on under, but she hopes you doesn’t. The shirt is from some band you listen to, and you have white converse on your feet. High top.

Momo is the first to greet you. She practically jumps into your arms, and Irene notices the way you don’t seem to mind. Her brain is starting to shock her, jolting her anger to all the wrong places. She could fucking kill Momo right now. The two of you are spinning around, Momo’s legs around your waist and you inhaling her scent. Everyone else is looking at the scene with a soft smile—they’re so stupid. How can they not see?

Momo finally returns back to the floor, and now you’re looking at her. She quickly fixes herself up, so quick, that you don’t even notice.

“Irene?”

The way you say her name is causing her to pool. She wants to hear you say it for the rest of the night. She takes a deep breath, not hiding it this time before she strides to you, hugging you. She knows this won’t make you uncomfortable. You seem to be willing to catch some affection for people you like. When she feels your hands on her middle back, she inhales you. You smell like spring, even in the winter, and that’s so beautiful. You’re so beautiful. She allows her cheek to graze against yours ever so slightly, and your noses to touch before she backs away. She sees the way you bite your lip. No one can see you but her, and she likes the thrill. It’s dangerous.

“Johnny.” You sigh, walking past him without a look. You don’t like Johnny—that’s obvious. Was he possible the reason for you and Taeyong’s break-up? “My Tenny!” You screech, putting his face in your hands like a baby and kissing his cheek softly. You have a soft side. “Chungha~” You sing, embracing her tightly. Now it was the big reveal. Would you speak to Taeyong? Or would you two do the awkward stare.

He still loves you. It’s obvious in the way that the love practically pours out of his eyes, and his hands shake. “Y/N.” He whispers. It’s like no one else is in the room. You must have not seen any of them in a while, based on the way they stare at you admiringly.

“Hey.” You whisper back, slowly moving to hug him. He closes his eyes for a mere second, and it’s all over. Now you’re back beside Irene, who’s very pleased.

“Irene was just telling us that the two of you know eachother.” Johnny speaks. He’s trying to get back into your good graces. It’s so obvious it’s painful.

“Yeah.” You smile, but not at him. “I was at Velvets getting my usual, and then we met. Surprised to see you here though.” You’re looking at her now.

“What? Just because I’m in a dress means I can’t be a gamer?” She jokes, and everyone around laughs. Everyone but Momo.

“No. Momo wears dresses.” You say, slapping her thigh gently. Why do you keep touching her? She’s standing right here, looking good for you, and you’re flirting with Momo? “There’s just a lot of assholes in a place like this. You don’t seem to be interested in that.”

“Well, how about I prove you wrong? Loser has to buy the other coffee.” She prompts.

She hopes everyone else looks jealous. Especially Momo. Knowing you, even if you wanted to say no, you weren’t going to deny her.

“Any coffee?” You question with a raised eyebrow.

“Anything you want—that is, if you win.”

“I say we have a tournament.” Momo adds in. “I mean, it’s been a while since we’ve all been together lile this.”

Shut up, slut. God, Irene just wants to wrap her hands around her neck. She had to get you away from her as soon as possible.

“Sounds good to me.” You agree. “Is that cool with you?” You look back at her. You’re already hooked enough to have to ask permission when you had only known her for 24 hours.

“Does it matter if she is?” Johnny mentions.

“Johnny!” Chungha screeches. “Why are you being such a dick!”

“Don’t answer that.” Ten prompts, taking his friend by the hand and leading him outside.

“Anyways, that sounds like a great idea to me. Let’s roll!” Chungha yells in sorority fashion, and now all of you are going to where the fun is. There’s a million games to choose from, but it seems like you guys have a section you’re leading her to.

“As you can see, the games only get harder and harder from here.” You explain to her, placing a hand on her lower back.

“So like, kids shouldn’t be going this far.” She giggles.

“Exactly. Consider yourself privileged.” You wink.

“Just because I’m short and cute does not mean I’m a child.”

“You’re going to have to prove that to me.”

You’re definitely flirting with her now. And to make it even better, more fiesty than she had expected it to be.

“What are you doing after this?” She flirts back, placing her hand on your back now.

“You’re taking me to get coffee.”

“Velvets will be closed.” She pouts.

“I didn’t say you had to take me to Velvets. They sell hazelnut coffee everywhere.”

“You really think you can beat me, can’t you?”

“No. I know I can.”

And you did. You beat the clean breaks off of her in every single thing. The whole tournament went to hell as you and Irene were completely in your own world. You ran from game to game like children.

You weren’t rude enough to not say goodbye, but it was quick. You knew exactly what was going to happen after tonight, and you needed it. It had been too long.

“You’re not coming over?” Is the last thing you hear right before you and Irene head out. It’s Momo again, and her eyes are sad as she seems to know exactly what’s going on. “We haven’t had the big sleepover in so long, and I cleaned my house.”

Irene is reading you like the open book you are, and you’re fighting it. You haven’t seen your friends in a while, and you want their attention. You love the fact that they miss you, and you miss them even more, but you don’t crave them like you’re craving her right now.

“I promise next weekend.” You try to plead.

“But I got drinks.”

“A promise is a promise.” Now your pinky is out. The way Momo seemingly gives up on her complaining shows that your promises held weight. She connects her pinky with yours, before lightly caressing your knuckles with her thumb. You don’t think anything if it, but Irene knows, and her eyes are burning holes into her skull.

As soon as the two of you reach the car, you’ve forgotten about the coffee.

With a slammed hand on the foggy window, Irene is in bliss.

“So much for that hazelnut coffee, huh?” She purrs, kissing you once more.

“You still owe me.” You giggle.

“You’re absolutely right.” She’s now crawling down your body, fully prepared to repay you for your victory. More like her victory. She had won, and it was easy. You were easy, and yet she still loved you. She would never let you go, and anybody who got in the way of you two being together forever will feel her wrath.

February 17, 2020 — 2:00PM

“Wait wait, so you’re telling me that I leave for two seconds, and Y/N and Irene are fucking?”

“Not just fucking—fucking dating.”

Johnny and Taeyong were catching up, just as brothers did. After being pulled out of the arcade by Ten, it had been decided that Johnny needed a break from his crew. There was clearly some animosity—rightfully so within the group, and a month break was much needed.

“I didn’t even know Y/N...”

“Exactly.” Taeyong finishes for him, taking an aggressive sip from his coffee. With the slam, some of it splattered on the table. He can’t help but think about how you would immediately clean it up as little things like that bothered you, if you were here that is.

“Well, how do you feel about it?”

“I don’t understand how this happened so quick. I mean, think about how long it took me and Y/N to start dating. We talked for what felt like years before you guys pushed us to make it official.”

“You mean pushed you.” Johnny corrects, sipping his Americano with shade.

“Whatever. I just don’t like it. I mean, this Irene girl just shows up, and takes Y/N away that quick? That quick?”

“I mean, she is fine as hell. Are you saying you wouldn’t be down for that?”

“Can you not be gross for like two seconds?” Taeyong fumes.

“Shh.” The congregation of the library says in unison, causing him to throw his head down in shame.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Month of meditation actually did something I can assure you.”

“I want to look into her.”

“As in, like stalk her? Do you really think you’ll find anything?”

“I don’t want to, but this all happened too coincidentally. I know you think I’m crazy,” a nervous habit formed as a little boy, Taeyong is scratching his elbow like a manic. His rash has appeared, and rash equaled bad news.

“Well, you know I’m on your side. You might be stupid and crazy, but as your best friend it’s my job to make sure you don’t do it alone.”

They weren’t alone, even when they thought they had found a secluded area. She was there, disguised as a typical college girl. She sported a bob that made her look extremely basic, and her ears heard every drip of that conversation. Of course, being the idiots that they were, a bathroom break included them leaving all their belongings on the table.

February 21, 2020 — 12:00AM

“Do I know you?” The blonde girl says in a low voice. She’s scared as she approaches her vehicle. She worked the late shift tonight, and deep down she knew it was a horrible idea, especially when her boyfriend was too drunk to come and get her.

“You don’t need the extra money—I got you, babe.”

But she ignored him.

“No, but I know you.”

“Did my boyfriend sleep with you? Because if you want revenge, I’m not the one you need to be speaking to.”

“What would make you think that?”

“Past trauma.”

“So he’s cheated before.”

“No, past trauma.” She doesn’t know why she’s entertaining this stranger. Maybe it’s because she’s so beautiful. You can’t help but to trust her, even in such a suspicious predicament. I mean, she was leaning on her fucking car like she pays the note. “Are you an addict or something? I barely have anything for myself, okay? Maybe next week.”

“You’re Johnny’s girlfriend, aren’t you?”

“I’m calling the police.”

But Irene snatches her phone from her, slamming it on the ground. The black gloves that cover her hands secure her non-existent finger prints, and the phone shatters.

“Literally what the fuck!” The blonde screams, but it doesn’t matter. They’re in a parking garage and there’s no one here to save her. She tries to run away, but Irene is just too quick. The knife that was behind her back connects to the back of her neck, and she haults.

“This is for your nosy fucking boyfriend, who believes that he can somehow find out about my past and make Y/N leave me. How foolish of him.” She chuckles, letting the blood trickle down her arm.

She’s crying and screaming, but as stated, it’s irrevlant. Irene 2 — Johnny 0.

February 18, 2020 — 9:00AM

“I just...I just can’t believe it. I told her not to work that stupid fucking shift.”

“It’s not your fault, Johnny.”

“Yes it is. If I wouldn’t have been drunk out of my ass, I could’ve saved her somehow—I don’t know. But now she’s gone. I loved her. I loved her so damn much and I was finally pulling it together because of her.”

The rest of you sit on the couch, struggling to find the proper words for such a tragedy. Johnny is sobbing into his hands now, while Ten is rubbing his back gently. Taeyong is off to the side staring into space. You’re familiar with this look. He was thinking heavily about something, but you obviously would never find out what it was. Chungha is sitting on your right, rocking back and forth. Her nails are chopping at her fingers—a clear sign of her fearfulness. Similar to Taeyong, Momo is silent. You expected her eyes to be on you in search of some answers, or silent suspicions, but she refuses.

Finally, Irene is beside you to the left. You didn’t know Johnny’s lover that well, but you knew she was a decent girl. She didn’t deserve this, and you couldn’t even imagine what would it would feel like to lose someone you loved. Anyone sitting in this room. Her frail hand is locked on your elbow while her thumb is trying to soothe you.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispers. Her lips find your shoulder in something sweet and comforting. “Who would do something like this? Did she have an ex boyfriend?”

It takes a minute for Johnny to find a response.

“She did tell me about some guy who began to get a little possessive, so she broke it off. But she never mentioned him coming back.”

“Maybe it was him.” Irene says quietly. You can tell she’s trying not to say too much, as she hadn’t been hanging with the crew for too long. You’re grateful that she’s here for you.

“Let’s just let the police do their job.” Momo finally speaks, standing up from the loveseat she sat on alone. Something is wrong with her, but you’d have to figure that out later.

“Let’s order some food.” You decide, standing up as well. “I know you might now want to eat right now, but it’ll clear you head even if just a little bit. We are all under a lot of stress right now.”

“I agree, babe.” Irene commends, smiling at you sadly.

“Alright.” Johnny sighs. He also rises, but he goes straight into the back of his apartment instead. None of you were worried about him hurting himself. You knew he needed time to let his emotions out, as he was constantly trying to be society’s definition of a man.

Your phone vibrates, and it’s Irene who’s hitting you up.

I think you should check on Momo. Was she friends with her? She just seems really upset and I know how close you two are.

You have to contain the smile that wants to come out for the sake of the situation, but she was so perfect. She didn’t get jealous about anything. And she was so in love with you. It had been too long since you could confidently admit that this wasn’t a one-sided situation.

Your feet are approaching the kitchen softly, trying not to make such a scene. Momo is leaned over the counter at first, but when she sees you she tries to straighten up.

“Hey.” She whispers, preparing for eavesdropping.

“Hey.” You say back.

Why was this so awkward? It was never like this before.

“I just wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine.”

Which means she’s not. You see her observing your current outfit—yoga pants with a shirt she had bought you years ago covering your body.

“Do you want to talk later?” You offer, putting a tiny smirk on your face remembering that usually made her feel better.

“I think that would be good, actually. I don’t know if we’ll have the time, but maybe when everyone’s asleep?”

“The best thing I’ve heard all day.” You open your arms out, and you know she won’t deny you. She lets out what seems to be all the stress from her week as she lets you engulf her. It had been so long since the two of you were close like this. On your nights where you couldn’t sleep from past thoughts, it was Momo who would come over and hold you until you could.

“I’ve missed you.” She mumbles into your shoulder. “So much.”

“I missed you too. I’m sorry I haven’t been exactly here as much.”

“Irene...I know.” She pulls away at the mention of her name, and it’s odd timing. “Let me just ask you something— as one of your best friends?”

“Go ahead.”

“Don’t you think the two of you are moving a little fast? I mean, we saw the girl for the first time a month ago, and now you’re all committed and in love with her. I’m just concerned.”

She made several points. It wasn’t that you made people wait for you in the past. This whole scenario was just too quick, especially since you had just gotten out of a relationship not too long ago.

“Are you insinuating that I’m not over Taeyong?”

“No.” She’s confident in her answer. “I don’t want you to be with him anyway. He cheated on and is a fat jerk.”

You snort at her last two words, and she’s punching your shoulder lightly even though she’s laughing as well.

“You’re so negative minded.”

“Continue.” You breath out, covering your mouth.

“I just feel like—

The door flies open, revealing Irene on the other side. “Sorry to interrupt, but have you ordered the pizza yet? We’re all starving.”

In reality, she wasn’t in the mood for food. Ten and Taeyong had went to the back to check on Johnny, and Chungha was using the bathroom. She had heard your whole exchange and to say she was pissed was an understatement. Why didn’t you try and defend her? You should have walked out of the room, and straight into her lap the minute the slut tried to question you on something she knew nothing about.

Both of you look like you’ve been caught, and she relishes in that. The fear that is in both of your eyes.

“Yeah I got you.”

That’s all you have to say to her? First, Momo was able to get you to open up that fast, when you hadn’t even revealed to her any details of you and Taeyong’s relationship.

“Or, you can order it if you want. Me and Y/N were just catching up I’m sorry to take her away.” The slut speaks. Her voice bleeds cockiness, even though her face is soft and sweet. She knows that Irene is mad. She’s enjoying it.

“Okay.” Is all Irene mumbles before going back to the living room.

“What was that about?” Momo is looking at you in confusion and fear. She had always had suspicions about Irene. She just seemed too nice—too willing to be everything you needed, when in reality she didn’t fit the role.

Momo had been in love with you since she met you. Your smile, the way you loved everyone no matter their differences, and your seemingly never ending talent of making her laugh. You were magical, but she was okay with being on the sideline. She had done it for two years straight while you were with Taeyong, and even during your nights of crying over she kept it to herself.

She knew keeping it to herself was only hurting her, but she was willing to be hurt for the sake of your happiness as you were happy with Taeyong. She could see how much the two of you loved eachother, and even after everything went down, she didn’t want to stop your journey of loving herself to have to figure out a way to reject her feelings nicely.

“Guess I’ll have to find out later.”

You seem frustrated as your leg is tapping up and down—even though you’re not sitting. Your breathing is getting faster and faster, and she knew this picture. This is exactly how you used to react when Taeyong made you upset, or neglected your feelings.

“Does she know what pizza you like?” She decides on, trying to pick your mood up with her bare hands as you were always able to do for her. She finds herself dancing slightly—her go to when she didn’t know what to do.

“I should probably go find out.” You smack her exposed stomach before walking back into the living room, where everyone has returned. Momo is behind you, and Irene is staring straight at the wall.

“The pizza should be here soon.” She whispers without removing her eyes.

“That’s goo—

By soon, even she didn’t seem to have meant this soon. The door is being knocked on quite aggressively, and all of you are looking at eachother trying to decide who’s going to answer.

“I’ll get it.” You step up. You were always the one in the group who would rise to the things you knew they were scared to do. Before you can even put your hand on the knob though, the banging is coming again, this time even louder. “I’m coming!” You spit full of attitude, and at the same time, everyone but Irene is rising to the occasion to stand by your side. You would always protect eachother—even from the pizza man. Johnny steps infront of you, opening the door himself.

It’s the police, and they don’t look happy.

“Are you Johnny Suh?” The chubby officer questions.

“Uh—yes.” He stutters. “The police said I wasn’t getting questioned until tomorrow.”

“Oh cut the crap.” The other offer says. “You’re under arrest for the murder of Cierra Valdez.” He rips the handcuffs from his belt, and he’s trying to turn Johnny around, but Johnny will never go down without a fight.

“What are you talking about!”

“Get off of him!” You yell, immediately trying to pull him in your direction. Everyone else follows, together more powerful than the police. Johnny is out of their grasp for just a few moments before a gun is pointed towards all of you.

“Drop your hands now!”

“You’re not gonna fucking shoot us!” Taeyong screams. It was the most passion Irene had heard come from his lips, and she was quite entertained. She was entertained by all of this. If you wouldn’t have been letting Momo flirt with you, she would’ve gotten up to shield you, but you didn’t, which is why she’s sitting on the couch in fake shock.

“Y/N get over here!” She yells. She doesn’t even have to wipe the sly smirk off her face as nobody is looking at her.

But you ignore her.

“I didn’t kill her!” Johnny is crying all over again, his whole face soaked in tears. “I loved her. Why would I kill her?”

“Anything you do or say will be held against you.” The Miranda rights are flowing out of the officer like he does this all the time, and now they’re dragging him out. His back is scratching on the cement.

“Y’all have to help me!” Johnny screeches. The whole apartment complex can hear what’s going on, and it’s killing him inside. He didn’t kill the love of his life. He didn’t. ��I loved her.” He cried once more. “I fucking loved her!”

Continued

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Juuni Taisen Chat Group Chapter 1

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Nezumi created Chat Group. Nezumi renames Chat Group to The Juuni. Nezumi added, Sharyū, Ushii, Usagi, Tora, Uuma, Niwatori, Hitsujii Inounoshishi, Tatsumi Kyoudai Ani, and Tatsumi Koudai Otouto to The Juuni.

Nezumi: Before anyone asks, no Duodecuple has no part in the planning of this. It's all me.

Tatsumi Koudai Otouto: Uh, why the hell would you do something like this? we're warriors, not penpals.

Tatsumi Kyoudai Ani: Ore-sama agrees with younger brother.

Nezumi changes Tatsumi Kyoudai Ani name to Thing 1. Nezumi changed Tatsumi Koudai Otouto name to Thing 2.

Thing 1: Oy!

Thing 2: What's that suppose to mean?

Sharyū: Aww, that's cute.

Tora: LOL! That suits those two.

Uuma: ... ... ...

Inounoshishi: I have to agree with the twin annoyances, what do those names signify?

Niwatori: Yeah! Because they're not THINGS, they're ppl. Even I know that.

Nezumi: ...

Nezumi changed Inounoshishi's name to Miss Piggy. Nezumi changed Niwatori's name to Mob-Birdy.

Tora: ROTFL!

Mob-Birdy: Uhh, what?

Miss Piggy: Is that suppose to be an insult?

Tora: ROTFL = Rolling On The Floor Laughing, it's an abbreviation, not an insult.

Mob-Birdy: That I got. It's the screen names I don't get.

Thing 1: Ditto.

Thing 2: I kinda get Inounoshishi's. She's the boar, and a piggy is just a cutesy name for a pig.

Miss Piggy: At least the child got the Miss part correct.

Nezumi: @Miss Piggy, just look up the name. @Mob-Birdy, it's your ability. And Twins, look up Dr Seuss and type in Thing 1 and 2.

Tora: Aw, that killed it. Oh well, it was funny while it lasted.

Sharyū: @Tora, be nice.

Usagi: TOMODACHI!!! I HAVE TOMODACHI ON THE PHONE!!!

Nezumi: @Usagi using all caps in a text group is the equivalent of shouting inside.

Usagi: Oh, ok. Ty for telling me.

Nezumi: Np.

Hitsujii: Oh? When did we get a Chat Group?

Uuma: Since Nezumi just made one...

Hitsujii: Ah, k, This should make communication w/ each other a little easier.

Tora: When's the old man learn to text?

Hitsujii: Excuse me for not being the stereotypical old man. I keep up w/ the tech, tyvm.

Usagi: Tyvm?

Hitsujii: Tyvm = Thank You Very Much.

Ushii: I seem to be learning a great deal today.

Tora: Hi @Ushii!

Ushii: Hello @Tora.

Thing 1: Hey Rat! Ore-sama and younger brother are not untamed, wild twins!

Thing 2: I agree with my bro. We are certainly not!

Nezumi: No, but you two are troublemaking twins who could care less about collateral damage.

Sharyū: Nezumi does have a point. You two are troublemakers that leave more than enough destruction when you work.

Thing 1: ...

Thing 2: ...

Miss Piggy: Well, at least he is on point with these nicknames.

Mob-Birdy: Good point.

Uuma: ... ... Um... Why isn't Dotsuku here?

Nezumi: I don't know or have his number, so I couldn't add him... Anyone have his contact?

Mob-Birdy: Dotsuku doesn't trust me with that, so I don't have it.

Tora: *Sarcastically* Gee @Mob-Birdy I wonder why he doesn't trust you.

Mob-Birdy: Hey!

Sharyū: @Tora Be nice. Also, I don't have Dotsuku's contact info.

Tora: Ditto.

Hitsujii: Idk that 2.

Uuma: ... Same...

Thing 1: Ore-sama doesn't have it.

Thing 2: Me neither.

Usagi: I don't know Dotsuku's number either.

Miss Piggy: Ugg, he wouldn't give me his contact when I asked. Wait a second... @Histuji your comment doesn't make any sense.

Hitsujii: Wht r u talking about?

Miss Piggy: Besides the terrible spelling, the weird abbreviations.

Sharyū: Shishi, he's talking in texts. It's common for texters to shorten words or use abbreviations. Like using 2 instead of to or too, w/ instead of with, w/o instead of without, using u instead of you, typing ty instead of typing out thank you, and using lol for laugh out loud.

Miss Piggy: Urg, I get that annoying part, but what does the idk stand for?

Hitsujii: I don't know.

Miss Piggy: If you don't know then why the hell are you using it?

Hitsujii: I am using it correctly.

Miss Piggy: Then what does it mean?

Hitsujii: I don't know.

Miss Piggy: JUST ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTION YOU OLD FART!

Hitsujii: 1) Rude, young lady. 2) I am answering ur question.

Ushii: Remind me again, is Inounoshishi the one with the screenname Miss Piggy?

Nezumi: Yes. Mob-Birdy is Niwatori and Thing 1 and Thing 2 are Tatsumi Kyoudai Ani, and Tatsumi Koudai Otouto respectively.

Ushii: Your doing @Nezumi?

Nezumi: Yup.

Miss Piggy: I'm being serious, what does idk stand for?

Thing 2: Wait, you really don't know?

Thing 1: Ore-sama is surprised.

Uuma: ...

Sharyū: ...

Usagi: @Miss Piggy even I know what Idk means, and I'm not much of a texter. So how do you not kno it?

Hitsujii: Idk.

Mob-Birdy: @Hitsujii, don't set her off.

Hitsujii: Lol, couldn't help it.

Nezumi changed Hitsujii's name to TexSavyGramps.

TexSavyGramps: Oh, I like that. Thanx.

Nezumi: Np.

Sharyū: @Miss Piggy, Idk = I don't know. Hitsujii wasn't pulling your leg, he was really telling you what it means.

Miss Piggy: ... ... Oh... Now I feel stupid.

Tora: Don't tempt us on that. lol.

Sharyū: @Tora, be nice.

Nezumi changed Sharyū's name to Monkey-Action. Nezumi changed Tora's name to Drunken-Claws.

Uuma: ... ... Accurate...

Usagi: Nicknames are fun!

Nezumi changed Uuma's name to Beware-the-Quiet-One. Nezumi changed Usagi's name to Zombunny.

Zombunny: tytytytytytytytytytyty!!!!!!!

Beware-the-Quiet-One: Thank you...

Nezumi: Np.

Nezumi: But seriously, no one on this team has Dotsuku's contact information? How does everyone communicate with him outside the Juuni Taisen?

Monkey-Action: I guess no one besides Duodecuple does...

Drunken-Claws: I didn't think he was that much of a lone wolf tbh.

Miss Piggy: Tbh?

TexSavyGramps: Tbh = To Be Honest.

Miss Piggy: Oh...

Thing 2: @Miss Piggy you really don't know text lingo?

Thing 1: Ore-sama figured Inounoshishi would be on top of that. Since you're on your phone a lot.

Thing 2: I think she's too busy being on top of something else, lol.

Miss Piggy: Well, can't say you two are wrong on that.

Zombunny: ?

Nezumi: I'm with Usagi on this one. What's that supposed to imply?

Drunken-Claws: Urg, gross @Miss Piggy, @Thing 1, and @Thing 2. And there are children present!

Beware-the-Quiet-One: o.0... ... ... Not appropriate you three...

Monkey-Action: ... I'm with Uuma...

Mob-Birdy: I get it, but what's inappropriate about it?

TexSavyGramps: It's NOT something 2 say, or text in this case, in front of children. & we have 2 currently in the chat. 1 chronically, 1 mentally.

Beware-the-Quiet-One: I agree with Hitsujii...

Nezumi: You kno, I'm starting to think I don't wanna kno...

Zombunny: Ditto...

Ushii added Dotsuku to The Juuni.

Nezumi: ... o.0

Monkey-Action: ... o.0

Drunken-Claws: ... o.0

Beware-the-Quiet-One: ... o.0

TexSavyGramps: ... o.0

Zombunny: ... o.0

Thing 1: ... o.0

Thing 2: ... o.0

Miss Piggy: ...

Mob-Birdy:... Wait a minute. USHII had Dotsuku's number!!! How'd he get that when everyone else couldn't?!

Dotsuku: Cht, it's not really any of your business how he got it.

Ushii: Agreed. And to clear this up, I asked Dotsuku if he wanted to join this chat group before I added him. He agreed to join on a few conditions.

Nezumi: What sort of "Conditions"?

Dotsuku: First thing's first, besides Nez and Ushii, Who's who?

Nezumi: Tatsumi Kyoudai Ani is Thing 1, Tatsumi Koudai Otouto is Thing 2, Inounoshishi is Miss Piggy, Niwatori is Mob-Birdy. Hitsujii is TexSavyGramps, Sharyū is Monky-Action, Tora is Drunken-Claws, Uuma is Beware-the-Quiet-One, and Usagi is Zombunny.

Dotsuku: I take it the screen names are your doing, kiddo.

Nezumi: Yup.

Dotsuku: K. Thanx for telling me who's who.

Mob-Birdy: @Dotsuku Why did you need to kno that?

Dotsuku has blocked Mob-Birdy, Miss Piggy, Thing 1, and Thing 2 from Direct Messaging and calling number.

Thing 1: Hey!

Thing 2: Hey!

Mob-Birdy: Hey!

Miss Piggy: Hey!

Monkey-Action: o.0 Oh my.

Drunken-Claws: ROTFL!

TexSavyGramps: Well now... I kne he didn't trust them, but still.

Beware-the-Quiet-One: ... Ditto...

Zombunny: You can do that in here?

Nezumi: Apparently so.

Ushii: He did tell me he was going to do that. But to be fair, those four are the only ones he just doesn't trust.

Dotsuku: I have my reasons too.

Mob-Birdy: WHY DON'T YOU TRUST ME?!?!

Dotsuku: Ur kidding, right Birdbrain? Out of the four I blocked from my number, YOU'RE the one I trust the least! I'd sooner trust the Twins with making breakfast b4 I even think to trust you with anything.

Thing 1: Oooo.

Thing 2: Owch.

Zombunny: Why doesn't Dotsuku like Niwatori?

Dotsuku changed Mob-Birdy's name to Pervybirdy-Who-Wait-4-u-2-Sleep.

Nezumi: How'd you get Admin privileges? Ushii and I should be the only ones with that.

Dotsuku: Ushii accidentally did when he added me.

Ushii: Oops. I was unaware of that.

Monkey-Action: The name you gave Niwatori worries me...

Zombunny: Isn't Inounoshishi the pervert?

Thing 2: Uhh, what's that mean anyway?

Thing 1: Pretty sure it means Niwatori's a pervert like Piggy.

Pervybirdy-Who-Wait-4-u-2-Sleep: I am not!

Dotsuku: @Pervybirdy-Who-Wait-4-u-2-Sleep Yes you are. Or did you forget the reason why Duodecuple doesn't pair us up for overnight missions anymore?

Pervybirdy-Who-Wait-4-u-2-Sleep: Of course I didn't- Oh... Riiiiight... It wasn't THAT bad ya'know.

Dotsuku: *Growls* Don't try to downplay that shit, because neither Duodecuple nor I found it funny! You are damn lucky I didn't bite your head off, or your hands, during that.

Zombunny: I... Don't think I wanna know...

Nezumi: Me neither...

Beware-the-Quiet-One: ... ... ... ... ... o.0

Drunken-Claws: Uhh, I kinda agree with the kids on this... And I know what happened.

TexSavyGramps: Dare I ask how?

Drunken-Claws: Was on that mission with them when it happened. Trust me, Dotsuku would've bitten her hands off for it if it weren't for the fact that we did need her for that mission.

TexSavyGramps: ... I'm just going to say 'Yikes', and end it at that.

Miss Piggy: Hm?

Monkey-Action: Do I need to enrol Niwatori in those "Appropriate Behaviours" Classes alongside Shishi?

Pervybirdy-Who-Wait-4-u-2-Sleep: No!

Dotsuku: Yes.

Ushii changed Pervybirdy-Who-Wait-4-u-2-Sleep's name to Birdbrained. Ushii changed Dotsuku's name to I-Bite. Ushii changed Nezumi's name to SleepyRat. SleepyRat changed Ushii's name to By-the-Sword.

SleepyRat: Oh, nice screen names Ushii.

By-the-Sword: Ty.

Thing 2: Whoa! Who taught Ushii to use abbreviations?

By-the-Blade: Dotsuku.

I-Bite: Don't ask why it's no one's business.

Monkey-Action: Well, at least we're all together now.

Zombunny: Yippy!

SleepyRat: Well, now that evry1 has a screen name, I guess we can sign off for today.

By-the-Blade: Alright, ttfn.

Miss Piggy: Ttfn? What does that mean?

TexSavyGramps: Ttfn = Ta ta For Now. I'm actually surprised Ushii kne that. @I-Bite, did u teach him that?

I-Bite: What do u think? Yes, I taught him how to text and use abbreviations. And again, Don't Ask Why. It's no one's business.

Monkey-Action: I think it's sweet that you went out of your way to teach Ushii that. :-)

I-Bite: Cht, whatever floats ur boat Sharyū. L8tr.

Chat Ended for tonight.

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Tatsumi Kyoudai Ani = Thing 1. Tatsumi Koudai Otouto = Thing 2. Inounoshishi = Miss Piggy. Niwatori = Birdbrained. Hitsujii = TexSavyGramps. Sharyū = Monkey-Action. Tora = Drunken-Claws. Uuma = Beware-the-Quiet-One. Usagi = Zombunny. Ushii = By-the-Sword. Dotsuku = I-Bite. Nezumi = SleepyRat.

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#Juuni Taisen #Juni Taisen #Ushii #ushii warrior of the ox #Usagi warrior of the rabbit #Tora waririor of the tiger #Chat group fic

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 26 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters. xoxo!

Chapter Summary: Summer!!!! Sleepovers, Pool Parties, Naughty Pictures, Amusement Parks, Truth or Dare, and more...

Chapter 26: Cool for the Summer

Courtney blew Roy a kiss as she shut the car door, skipping up the driveway. She was about to go inside when she saw Adore in her bedroom window, face illuminated by her computer screen. She pulled out her phone.

COURTNEY: Put away the porn and come over

ADORE: Dude how did you know

COURTNEY: It’s 1:30 am, lol

ADORE: lol see you in 2...or 5

“You know, I was only watching porn because I can’t work on my music when Bonnie’s trying to sleep.” Adore explained, pulling off her Ugg boots.

“Yeah, right,” Courtney grinned, slipping off her dress.

“It’s true! I was on a roll earlier tonight.”

“Really?” Courtney pulled on an oversized nightshirt and climbed onto the bed.

Adore nodded. “Yeah. I’ve been fooling around with the guitar again, ever since I had to teach Willam those chords for the play.”

Courtney punched her lightly on the shoulder, her face lit up with delight. “You didn’t tell me that!”

“Well, you didn’t ask, bitch!” Adore smiled shyly.

“That’s amazing! When do I get to hear?”

“Uhhhh…”

“Oh, come on! Please?” Courtney took a bottle of lotion from her bedside table and began to apply it liberally to her legs.

Adore did her best not to stare, looking instead into her eyes. “Maybe when they’re more finished. Anyway, what about your night? How’s my bestie Roy doing?”

Courtney grinned. “He’s alright. It’s so funny, even during the summer, he’s still all stressed about school. He couldn’t stop talking about these classes he’s taking at the city college and where he’s going to apply next year, and scholarships and test scores, and finally I just had to stuff his dick in my mouth to get him to calm down.”

Adore laughed. “You’re such a good girlfriend.”

“I know, right?” Courtney winked.

“Still using the Willam technique?”

“It’s proven quite popular,” she giggled, stretching. “And how’s your woman? Everything good there?”

“Uhhh...I don’t know. I mean, she’s cool and everything, but I think she might be getting bored with me.”

Courtney climbed under the covers, holding one side open for Adore to join her.

“Why would you say that?”

“It’s like...I don’t know, she’s working all the time, and so I barely see her. And then when finally do get a chance to hang out, she’s always talking about all this random shit I that’s totally over my head like Zen Buddhism and modernist cinema or new wave punk feminism and I’m like...what the fuck…?”

Courtney paused before carefully replying, “It sounds like you’re the one who’s bored.”

“I mean, maybe. But it’s not a total loss. She did teach me a lot of stuff.” Adore smirked.

Courtney raised her eyebrows, rolling over onto her side. “And here I thought you already knew everything, from your time with Miss Violet.”

Adore burst out laughing. “Uh, no. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Violet does a couple of things extremely well. But we were mostly just making shit up as we went along. I wouldn’t call her repertoire extensive.”

“Aww, I guess Violet and I have that in common, don’t we?” Courtney giggled.

“Guess so.” Adore didn’t fight it when Courtney snuggled up to her, slipping a leg in between hers, warm breath tickling her neck. She took a deep, shaky breath, trailing her fingers up and down Courtney’s back, feeling the blonde shift and let out a soft sigh.

“That feels so good,” she murmured, pressing her thighs together, fingers gripping Adore’s shirt.

Adore swallowed. “You know...my friends think our relationship is…kind of fucked up,” she said.

“Oh yeah?” Courtney lifted her head. “Why’s that?” her voice was airy, teasing. She looked at Adore with those big, glittering green eyes.

Fuck. There was, of course, no way for Adore to explain why without also admitting her feelings, and how the fuck was she supposed to do that? So she just shook her head. “They just...don’t get it.”

“Hmmm...well…” Courtney bit her lip, thinking for a moment, then she smiled and said, “Fuck ‘em.” She pressed a soft kiss against Adore’s cheek and laid her head back down on her shoulder, sighing deeply.

“Exactly,” Adore whispered back, running a hand through her hair, blinking back tears.

With not much else to do, everyone decided to meet up at Pearl’s to hang out for the day. They grabbed a few snacks, brought out the radio and settled poolside. Violet stretched out on a lounge chair, Fame and Adore on either side of her.

“Are you guys just gonna lay out tanning like some bougie white girls?” Trinity asked, raking her braids into a high bun.

“They are some bougie white girls,” Willam teased, causing three heads to snap in his direction as he added, “Valleygirls.”

“I’m Mexi-” “Actually-” Fame and Adore started at the same time, accompanied by an annoyed scoff from Violet, and Pearl chuckled in amusement at their defensive tones, feet dangling in the water.

“I know, I know. I was just joking. You're not white.” Willam dismissed the girls as he walked towards the pool edge. He raised an eyebrow, confusion etched into his features as he saw Trinity coming to join him. “I didn’t know you could get your hair wet?” Willam tilted his head as he watched Trinity tighten the band around her hair.

“Um, that’s fucking racist!” Trinity frowned at Willam.

“No, it’s not! Black girls don’t like to get their hair wet,” Willam said matter-of-factly, then swooping down, splashing Trinity in the face with water.

“Fuck off!” Trinity yelled, pushing Willam into the pool while he was still bent over and then jumping in after him.

“Trinity! Don’t drown him all by yourself, wait for me to help you,” Pearl laughed, sliding into the pool after them.

“Guys, don’t forget sunscreen,” Fame pulled a bottle out of her tote bag, squeezing an adamant amount in her palm.

“I’m too punk for sunscreen,” Adore pulled her t-shirt off, throwing it off to the side before reaching to turn on the radio.

Violet snorted, her and Fame rolling their eyes at Adore’s statement.

“You’re not too punk to get sunburned.” Fame said, applying the cold sunscreen to Violet’s back, earning a hiss from the girl.

“Sunburns are super punk. It means the sun loves me more,” Adore smirked.

Fame rolled her eyes again, continuing to massage the sunscreen across Violet’s skin.

“It means you’ll have a higher chance of looking like a raisin at 30.” Violet looked at Adore over her sunglasses.

Adore shrugged nonchalantly, saying, “I like raisins.” She closed her eyes and leaned back, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin, turning up the radio as Fame started rambling on about skincare, the sound of squeals and laughter from the pool becoming background noise. A small smile stretched across her lips.

“Adore! Did your boobs get bigger?” Violet’s voice cut through Adore’s tranquil state.

“What?” Adore nearly choked, turning to look at the doe-eyed girl.

“Never mind, it’s probably just the padding in your top. They look good though,” Violet smirked, pushing her sunglasses back up her nose.

“Pearl, are you sure your parents won’t notice?” Trinity whispered as the group snuck into Pearl’s kitchen to steal a bottle of liquor.

“I promise they won’t notice. My mom mostly drinks wine and my dad‘ll grab a beer before anything else,” Pearl tried to assure a hesitant Trinity.

“Why would they buy it if they don’t drink it,” Violet rolled her eyes.

“For when we have parties.”

They made Willam, Adore and Fame stay in Pearl’s room. Pearl’s mom had fallen asleep on the couch as Love Actually played on the T.V. and the last thing they needed was Adore tripping or Willam being a bit too loud and waking her.

Pearl slowly opened the cabinet, all three girls cringed when it squeaked, Violet watching Pearl’s mom from her spot in the doorway as lookout, making sure she didn’t move.

“What do you guys want?” Pearl whispered as she surveyed the different bottles in the cabinet.

“Just grab one and come on,” Violet hissed when Mrs. Lent shifted on the couch.

“Alright, alright,” Pearl grabbed a mostly full bottle of Captain Morgan’s rum. The three girls tried to make it quietly as possible past the couch to the hallway. Violet led the way, followed by Trinity and then Pearl, keeping one eye on her mother.

Suddenly, a loud bang (Pearl hitting her toe on the table beside the couch) made the girls freeze in place, their hearts racing in their chests. Her mother shot up, looking around frantically. Violet immediately hit the ground, pulling Trinity down with her.

“Pearl?” her mother asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, squinting at her daughter in the dimly lit room.

“Yeah, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” Pearl quickly passed the bottle down to Trinity, her and Violet turning and crawling the rest of the way back to her room.

Later, they sat scattered around Pearl’s room. Pearl and Adore were sprawled across her bed, Trinity curled up asleep in her chair in the corner, Violet and Fame cuddled together on the floor with their backs against the dresser, and Willam stretched across the rug. Everyone was listening (or half-listening, or not listening at all) to Fame drunkenly ramble on about when she used to live on her abuela's farm.

Violet seemed to be the only one listening intently, a look of adoration on her face as she stuffed handfuls of skittles into her mouth. Fame gestured wildly while she described one occurrence of a couple of chickens that had gotten loose and they chased them for almost an hour.

“It was crazy! Miles… him...he is a handful, but an absolutely gorgeous bird. I think I want to enter him into a contest when I go to stay this summer. You guys have to come visit too,” Fame looked at her friends, their faces a mix of expressions, from Violet nodding excitedly to Pearl’s face scrunched up in distaste as she scratched her stomach.

“Y-you want us to, you want me to,” Willam’s words jumbled on his tongue, “to come to your grandma’s farm in the middle of nowhere and chase chickens with you?” Willam raised a quizzical eyebrow to Fame.

“Well, we won't just be chasing chickens unless we have to… or you want to,” Fame shrugged, popping a chip in her mouth.

“Uh, I, I don't know. I think… I'm with Will-” Pearl started.

“Now, hold up!” Willam interrupted squeezing his way in between Violet and Fame, ignoring Violet’s pinch on his arm “Will there… be hot cowboys?” he asked seriously, leaning in real close to Fame.

Adore shook her head, letting her hair fall in her face, “or cowboys but girls.”

Violet frowned at the two.

“This s’not bout you, les-bee-an,” Willam slurred.

“Mhm, definitely,” Fame nodded.

“Well, I'm in. Not passing up the chance to fuck a cowboy.” Willam made a noise of finalization, before crawling over to Trinity and pulling on her feet, making her whine and lethargically slap him away.

“I don't know,” Pearl slurred, shaking her head. “I was born with people. I'm a city girl. Chasing stinky animals is not fun.”

“But you’ve never been!” Fame threw her hands up.

“Sounds fuckin cool. I want to wrestle a pig, get real dirty, show ‘em what I'm made of,” Adore said, before letting out a dramatic moan as she reached for the bag of chips in Fame’s lap, that was just an inch out of her reach.

“Well? What do you think?” Courtney looked into Roy’s face, smiling coyly, biting her lip.

Roy’s heart hammered as he looked at the black and white photos nestled in the box. He covered it quickly, downing half of his water in one gulp.

Courtney pressed her thighs together under the table, pleased that the photos seemed to be having the desired effect. She picked up her champagne flute of ginger ale and sipped it daintily.

“Happy Birthday.”

Roy swallowed, then said hoarsely, “Court, I-I don’t think I can keep these.”

The corners of Courtney’s mouth turned down in a pout. “What do you mean?”

“This is...you can’t just...I mean…” Roy glanced around at the restaurant, a look of helpless despair on his face.

Courtney crossed her arms.

Roy lowered his voice. “You’re 16. Having these pictures is a liability.”

“A liability?” Courtney looked like she’d been struck.

“Yes. No! No, I mean…” Roy rubbed his eyes. “This is coming out all wrong.”

“It better be,” Courtney said, eyes dark.

Roy sighed. “You are so beautiful. You know that?”

“Mmhmmm…” Courtney tapped her nails against the table.

“And these are...like...it’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever done for me. Ever.”

“Uh huh.”

“But I just...it’s illegal. What if I run for office someday?”

Courtney looked at him, his face contorted in agony, and burst out laughing.

“It’s not funny!”

“Roy…”

“I’m serious, Court! I mean, who else knows about them? Who took them?”

“I took them! I used my mom’s camera, on her tripod.” Courtney shook her head, still laughing.

“And who developed them?”

“Oh my god, you’re crazy.” She got up from her seat and walked over to him, sitting down on his lap. “CVS, alright? At the kiosk.”

Roy buried his face in her hair. “What about the negatives?”

“It’s a memory card. Roy, listen. I was trying to do something nice for your birthday, not stress you out. So...you want me to take the pictures back? You wanna burn them?”

Roy shook his head slightly, ashamed, whispering, “I want them.”

Courtney giggled, cupping his face in her hands. “Well, okay then.”

“But can we destroy the memory card?”

“Of course, babe.” Courtney kissed his forehead. “You paranoid freak.”

Violet sat on one end of the porch swing, face bare of makeup, her hair down, beautiful ebony locks framing her doll-like face, a short white and lilac sundress on. She was picking the petals off of a bunch of wild roses that she’d pulled from the bushes.

Pearl sat on the other end of the swing, sketching the scene in front of her. Her pencil moved across the notepad, adding and erasing details. This was only the second time Violet sat for her, but it was 10 times better already.

Violet wasn't stiff and posed, but relaxed, in her element as she dropped petals at her feet. Pearl could draw her all day. In fact, she might have a folder with a few paintings, sketches and anything in between inspired by Violet.

Yeah, Shea was beautiful and fun, but Pearl’s brain insisted on drawing things that reminded her of the doe-eyed girl sitting across from her.

The vibrating of Pearl’s phone suddenly captured both girls’ attention.

“Who is it?” Violet asked, casually moving to pick up another flower. The smile that stretched across Pearl’s face as the blonde typed away on her phone caused Violet’s mind to turn in the worst way. “Your girlfriend? Does she know you're with me?” She arched a perfect eyebrow.

“Yes, actually, she does know.” Pearl sat her phone down, amused by Violet’s tone.

“Do I know her? Why hasn't she hung out with us? Thinks she’s too good for us?”

Pearl pressed her lips together, not wanting to laugh in Violet’s face. But a jealous Violet had to be the cutest thing Pearl had ever experienced.

Violet looked up from where she was now aggressively yanking the petals off the flower, into Pearl’s blue-grey eyes.

“No, you don't know her, and why would I bring her around...so you could torture her?”

Violet rolled her eyes, huffed, then threw the flower at Pearl, “Whatever, finish drawing me. I'm getting impatient.”

Pearl smirked then sent Shea a text saying that she'd come over later.

Courtney gripped Roy’s hand tightly in hers, stomach tight with excitement. Waves of adrenaline coursed through her body, all the way to her toes.

Roy looked over at her beautiful face, eyes wild with lust, hair whipping in her face, lips parted. He squeezed her hand back.

Suddenly, her eyes widened and she let out a delighted scream, as their car barreled down the track, hurtling through what seemed to be thin air, whipping around the curves, tossing them every which way.

After the ride ended, Courtney fell into Roy’s arms, dazed, chest heaving. “Omigod, that was amazing. Let’s do it again.”

Roy laughed, kissing her on the forehead. “We still have the whole park to get through, babe.”

“I know, but that one’s my faaaavorite.” She bit her lip, pressing against him. “I’ll make it worth your while…”

“Oh yeah?”

“I mean, after all, it is still your birthday week…” Courtney batted her eyes at him.

Roy cleared his throat. “So, I guess we’re riding Goliath again…”

Courtney grinned and took his hand, leading him back towards the beginning of the line.

“Pearl, I dare you to prank call Gia.”

“Ughh, that’s lame,” Violet threw her head back in a groan.

“Do you have a better dare?” Trinity looked at Violet expectantly.

“Of course I do. I… dare... you to crack an egg on Jamin’s windshield.” Violet smiled evilly.

The group tiptoed down the block and into a nearby cul-de-sac, where Jamin’s car was parked on the street. All of them were barefoot and giggly. Pearl’s fingers flexed around the egg in her hand, looking around for any witnesses.

She walked up to the old, beat-up car, hesitant because she knew by the time Jamin noticed the egg on his car, it'd be too late and the summer sun would have baked it into something truly disgusting.

“Don't be a pussy. Crack the egg,” Violet said, not believing Pearl would do it.

“Do it, new girl. Do it, this is your initiation. Are you cool enough to hang with the queer kids?” Willam crossed his arms, a dopey smile on his face.

“What? We've been friends for like, almost a year,” Pearl shook her head, before going back to mentally preparing herself to crack it.

Adore shifted nervously, arm intertwined with Trinity’s, looking around, hoping they wouldn't get caught.

“You think she gone do it?” Trinity asked. Adore shrugged.

“Just fucking do it!” Violet yelled, a bit too loud. Fame slapped her hand over Violet’s mouth, shushing the girl.

Pearl smashed the egg down where the roof met the windshield, yolk running down the window.

“Woo! New girl!” Willam yelled.

Suddenly a light turned on in the Ruhren house. In a panic, they all ran, pushing and pulling each other back into Adore's. Closing curtains and trying to slow their hammering hearts.

“Cuz…”

“Yeees?” Trinity drawled sweetly.

“Is it true that you have the answers to Monday’s quiz? Because if you do and didn’t give them to me, I will punch you. In the face. No questions asked.” Willam’s nails dug into Trinity’s thigh as he glared at her.

“That fucking sucks that your parents making you two take summer classes. They must hate you,” Adore commented, rolling over onto her stomach.

“I mean it, cuz,” Willam practically growled, ignoring Adore. “I need those answers.”

“I don’t have them!” Trinity laughed.

“Then why did you say that you’re guaranteed an A?”

“Because I’ve been studying. You should try it.”

“Booo, no way.”

“Guys, no one cares about your stupid class,” Violet said. “Trin, it’s your turn.”

“Adore…Is it true that you and Raja broke up?” Trinity asked.

“Yeah, we broke last night. It’s been weird since school ended, and we weren’t really seeing much of each other, so we called it quits.” Adore nodded.

“Told you! You owe me five dollars,” Willam held his hand out in front of Trinity.

“I don’t owe you shit,” she slapped his hand away.

“Uh huh, you made a bet and I want my five dollars.” Willam pretended to reach for her pockets and she slapped him some more, shrieking.

“Fame,” Adore said, anxious to avoid more bickering from those two.

“That’s my name,” she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, flirtatiously batting her lashes at Adore.

“Is it really?” Pearl asked.

“Wha- No!” Violet looked at Pearl with an incredulous expression.

“Who, in their right mind, would name their child ‘Fame’?” Willam threw his hands up, completely thrown off by Pearl’s question.

“Well, I don't blame her. You guys have some not so regular names.” Trinity sided with Pearl.

“Well, you never know. Plus all the teachers call her Fame,” Pearl defended.

“Can we ignore her because she obviously doesn't have a brain? And just get back to the game?” Violet rolled her eyes.

“Hey, that was mean.” Pearl poked Violet in the ribs, pouting. Violet ignored her, but Pearl scooted closer, poking her again. Violet looked back, staring at those pouted lips a second too long before murmuring something under her breath and swatting Pearl.

“Okay,” Adore decided the name discourse was over. “Is it true that you’re still a virgin?”

“Yeah,” Fame nodded.

“Seriously?”

The group looked at her with varying levels of disbelief.

“Well, yeah…”

“But you and Patrick been dating for over a year now,” Trinity pointed out.

Fame shrugged, “There's other ways to enjoy people besides sex. We're not in any hurry. We're young and when the time comes, the time comes.”

“Okay, whatever, Fame’s a virgin, big deal,” Violet rolled her eyes. “Let's keep the game moving.”

“Okay, Vies.” Fame turned to her with a smug little smile and said, “I dare you and Pearl to go in the closet for seven minutes and make out.”

“That’s a lame dare,” Pearl rolled her eyes.

“Is it?” Violet raised an eyebrow at the blonde.

“Yeah, I mean come on, making out in a closet… How many times has that been done?” Pearl leaned back on her hands, shrugging.

Violet rolled her eyes, before looking at Adore. “Wanna make out with me?”

Adore thought for a second. It wasn't like they hadn't done it before. But she did convince herself that they were toxic together in any other way but friends. Using each other to forget about their real crushes wasn’t exactly a healthy coping mechanism. On the other hand, she missed fingers digging into her skin, pulling her impossibly close, teeth biting into her bottom lip and leaving marks across her skin. Raja had been all soft words and teasing touches, treating her like a princess; Violet was the exact opposite.

Fuck it.

Adore nodded eagerly, moving to follow Violet to her closet. Adore’s closet wasn't big and an absolute mess, leaving the girls no choice but to get close.

“Seriously? No one else thinks this is a lame dare?” Pearl crossed her arms, watching the two girls get situated in the closet. “I mean they used to fuck, so it’s not much of a challenge.” Pearl continued as the others ignored her.

“Do you guys have enough room?” Trinity asked. Adore nodded and Violet shrugged.

“Okay, setting the timer and closing the door,” Fame waved her phone, but before she could, Violet grabbed the door, closing it.

“So, whatcha waiting for?” Violet asked, pulling Adore closer by the band of her shorts.

The others looked at each other in amusement as they heard a soft thump from inside the closet; except Pearl who frowned, taking the phone from Fame, checking the timer.

“I dare you to run from here to my house and back in your underwear!” Pearl smiled devilishly.

“New Girl,” Willam stood up casually, complimenting, “that's the best dare all night. You've been holding back on us.”

He took his shirt off and tossed it in Violet’s face. She immediately balled it up and threw it back at him, missing.

The girls watched on excitedly, Trinity even readying her phone to record, as Willam jogged down to Pearl’s house in nothing but a pair of briefs.

Violet scooted up beside Pearl as they waited for Willam to come running down the street in his underwear.

“You should have had him streak,” Violet lightly bumped Pearl’s shoulder.

“Did you really want to see that?” Pearl pulled a face of disgust, “That would have blinded us.”

Violet threw her head back in laughter.

“You're right, you're right. That would’ve scarred us for life,” Violet agreed.

“Okay, so...don’t judge it too much, because it’s really really rough, alright? I mean, I just got back into it and it probably sucks and I’m only even letting you hear it because you won’t stop badgering me-”

“Adore!” Courtney interrupted from the beanbag chair, where she sat with a can of soda.

“Yeah?”

Courtney smiled encouragingly. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. But I would love to hear what you’re working on.”

Adore nodded. She turned a few pages in her journal, scrawled with nearly indecipherable lyrics, torn out pages, more crossed out than not. “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Dory. You could never disappoint me.”

Adore stopped chewing her lip to glance up at Courtney’s sweet, expectant face. She cleared her throat and swallowed.

“Alright, well...I guess, here goes.” She began to strum the guitar lightly. “You really wanna freak me out, now don’t, don’t ‘cha turn out the lights. Something’s in the air, and I know we’re gonna, gonna hear a bump in the night.”

Courtney hugged her knees, resting her chin on them as she listened to Adore with a dreamy expression.

Trailing off, Adore shuffled some pages in the notebook. “So...yeah. That’s all I have on that one. I know it’s not much, but-”

“Are you kidding?! That was amazing!” Courtney exclaimed.

“Really?”

“Yeah! Do you have more?”

“I mean…” Adore flipped a few pages and began to play a little more. “Bright lights, bright stars, fame on every block. And I feel, the glitter in the air, why can’t we make it, why can’t we fake it right?”

She cleared her throat, suddenly self-conscious.

“I told you, I don’t have that much yet. I’m just fucking around with some melodies and-”

Courtney clapped her hands, flinging her arms around Adore in a tight, vice-like hug. “You are so talented, Dory. You’re gonna be a freaking rock star one day, I know it.”

“Thanks,” Adore giggled, accepting a sweet kiss on the cheek before sitting back into her own bean bag.

“You should bring your guitar to the beach this weekend, play those for everyone else too. I mean, if you want.”

Adore frowned. “The beach?”

“Yeah, remember, I texted you about it? Darienne is planning it, everyone’s coming.”

Sighing, Adore set her guitar aside. “I dunno, Court. I mean, you know I love you, but whenever I hang out with you and the neighborhood crew, it just turns out like…” She sighed again.

“Like what?”

“It’s just, I’m not really that close to any of them except you, and you’re just gonna be making out with Roy all day-”

“No I won’t! It’s not like that!”

“Please,” Adore scoffed. “The two of you at the beach?”

“Dory, I promise. Okay? Look, I get how you feel. The truth is...I mean, I love Roy. And I love Darienne, and I know I’ve been friends with those guys my whole life but...sometimes when I’m with them, I feel like…” Courtney looked away. “I mean, they all have these plans, you know? Like, they all know what they want to do and where they want to go to school, and it’s so…” she trailed off.

“You don’t have plans?” Adore asked, with a hint of surprise. She’d sort of pegged Courtney and Roy for the type to have their future all tied up in a neat bow. College, careers, 2.5 kids, white picket fence.

“I don’t...no, not really. I dunno, maybe I’m just being stupid and dramatic.” She shook her head. “But it’s just that sometimes when I’m with all of them, I feel really...alone.” She looked back at Adore, eyes slightly misty. “But when you’re there, I don’t feel that way.”

Adore reached forward and tucked a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear, grazing her cheek. “Okay.”

“Okay, you’ll come?” Courtney asked hopefully, grabbing her hand.

“Okay, I’ll come. As long as you promise to keep the PDA to a respectable minimum.”

Courtney squealed happily, crawling into her lap and nuzzling her neck. “Wait, with him or with you?” she asked, fluttering her lashes flirtatiously.

Adore narrowed her eyes, shaking her head as Courtney giggled, hugging her tightly again.

“What, you’re the one who calls me a cuddleslut!” she simpered.

Adore kissed her forehead. “You’re hopeless.”

Courtney laughed, resting a head on her shoulder.

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holycrapharry · 4 years ago

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Two Can Play That Game

The coldness of the sheet only reminds Harry that he’s by himself. So he lies there, thinking about how good it would feel just to have someone there. He just needs a cuddle. Oh, Y/N is always up for a cuddle, she happens to be his favorite kind of cuddle. If anyone would be there for him, it’s her. The two shared an undeniable connection, a bond that was probably weird to others. They were fully aware of their flirtatious actions and physical attraction to one another. They both craved any kind of attention from each other. He would run to hers if she needed a simple hug. He sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes before he dials her number. He feels guilty when he noticed the grogginess of her ‘Hello’.

“I’m sorry that I’m calling. It’s late but, um, yeah.” His voice has a slight hint of desperation and the raspy tone makes her head go all fuzzy.

“You ok? Not drunk are you?” Y/N giggles to herself, her tiredness settling into a slight delirium.

He’s always found her croaky voice so cute. “Yeah. I’m mean no, I’m not drunk. Will you come over here?”” He returns her giggle and hums into the phone.

“Well, right now? It’s half past 2.” Harry is silent for a few seconds, trying to picture her in her bed. He wonders if she’s snuggled into all of her warm blankets.

“I’ll send a car.” She becomes worried that he’s actually hurting or upset. Why is he being so persistent, and what is with that tone?

She sighs into the phone, thinking the situation is worse than it is, “Harry, are you ok?” He returns her sigh in a mocking tone. He was the only person she let tease her like that, she only let him mess around.

“Will you just come here?” She loudly gasps as she can’t get any word in with him and Harry silently laughs.

“…Yes, but-“ He cuts her off and raises his voice just a bit so she certainly couldn’t talk over him.

“Ok. I’ll see you soon.” Harry smiles to himself, knowing that she would cuss him out to herself for hanging up on her. He sits there for about 40 minutes, doing absolutely nothing but waiting for her. When the doorbell rings, he jumps out of the bed like his ass was on fire. He basically sprints to the door and argues with the lock to get her inside. She looks a bit sleepy and very cold. “Why are you wearing shorts?! Fuzzy ugly uggs can only keep you so warm.” Y/N pushes beside him as she gives him a scowl.

“I didn’t exactly have time to get all dolled up for you. My apologies, Mr. Styles.” Her body plops onto the nearest chair and she throws her jacket across the arm. “So, what’s the matter?”

Harry notices that she has a tiny cut on her knee and fights a smile. He knows it’s from shaving, she always nicks her knees. “I just wanted you to come over. We’re both cold and stuff. Just come cuddle,” he puts on a goofy face and wiggles his fingers to get her to grab his hand, “You always say I’m the warmest. Come on, you don’t even have to spoon me this time.”

“You’re such a baby, H.” She lets him lead her back to bed and snorts as he practically dives into the sheets. The loss of her warm boots makes her body a little colder and the rush of cold air makes her skin pebble. He whistles as she takes off her shorts, “Can you not? You know I won’t be able to sleep in shorts.” She has to admit; Harry in bed is a treat for the eyes. She doesn’t know how she’s kept her hands to herself for all these years. Not that there haven’t been a few kisses that have gotten carried away due to certain beverages, but it’s usually innocent fun. Tiny pecks and bear hugs. Y/N snuggles into the bed and buries into Harry’s chest. He could win awards for this. He was all around the best cuddler, his delicious scent was a plus, too.

He wiggles his chest into hers and rests his head atop of hers, “You know, I can 100% feel your nipples through this shirt. They’re poking at me. How are you still that cold?”

She wants to give him an angry look but she’s starting to get cozy and wouldn’t dare move just yet. “Harry, God, don’t talk about my nipples. You only have a quilt, you’re the one who suggested cuddling for warmth.” His arms wrap tighter around her and he rubs one of her arms in an attempt to warm her up. The pair wiggles their toes together, without even realizing it. “I can’t help that I’m still cold. You’re nipples are literally always out, they’re like desensitized. I believe my cold, covered boobies will be fine. Now, stop thinking about my nipples and sleep.”

“Can I touch your tits?” Y/N rolls her eyes in annoyance. He asks her this at least once a week, ‘Can I motorboat you?’ or ‘What’d ya say to me giving those a squeeze?’ He was relentless just like a teenager.

“I’ve let you do that once before and you then wanted to see them. Not my fault you were too drunk to remember.” Harry pulls away from her a little bit and puts his finger under her chin to get a better look at her face.

“What? I saw them? And that was like a year ago. Did I really get to see them?” She snuggles her face back into the crook on his neck. He tries to be sneaky and snake up her stomach to reach her breasts.

“Yes, you saw them and gave me a thumbs up like an idiot.” Y/N turns her back to him and snuggles the blanket up to her chin.

“Well, now you’re in perfect tit holding position. You made it worse.” He giggles a bit then scoots closer to spoon her. “Can I?”

“Ugh, fine.” He begins to slip his hand under her shirt she tenses at his cold fingertips, “I thought you meant like over my top. Hands are cold.”

“If I’m finally gonna get a go of your tits, I’m gonna feel bare boob.” He eases is hand over her and gently kneads her flesh.

“This is why my friends give me shit about you.” Harry groans and stops his motions as he rests his chin at her shoulder.

“We’re just comfortable. I love you and you love me, s’no secret. You wiggle your butt into me when we dance and watch movies and stuff. You also have excellent boobs. Your skin is always soft and I’ve figured out that you like to have your nipples played with It’s not like we’re rabbits going at it. We’ve never had sex.” This position has become so normal that Y/n doesn’t mind or even care about the hard lump poking at her behind.

Her body unknowingly shifts into his hand, letting him get a little bit more of her to hold onto, “What? How could you even know that? Gosh.”

Harry gives her shoulder a peck and returns his chin before responding, “Because every time it gets between my fingers when I give you a little squeeze, like that, you breathe deeper. Plus, that Josh guy you dated for a bit told me. They all have something to say.”

“Well, what the hell did they say?” Y/N tries to brace herself for any further embarrassment but knows deep down it’s probably gonna hit her like a train.

Harry lets out a bit of laughter and rests his forehead on her shoulder. “They become chatterboxes after like three beers. They’ve told me a lot of things. But probably the thing that makes me think is that one of them said that you get a wax because you like how soft your skin feels when you touch yourself,” Y/N’s face turns bright red and she thanks god that her back is to him, “which is funny because you shave your legs and cut up your knees. Why not wax them?”

“I, um, I don’t really know. Did they say anything else that will make me burst into flames?” Her cheeks tone down to a tinge of pink and she bites her lip.

“Oh yeah, love. I know everything about you, you know? I know all your dirty little sex secrets.” Oh no. All of them?

“Do you want me to go home? How the fuck do you think you know this stuff?” Her tone isn’t angry, she’s genuinely curious. What exactly does Harry know?

He gives her another peck and fights more laughs, “I’m your best friend and you go out with douchebags who talk about you.” Y/N goes into a slight panic but is careful not to let it show. She simply brushes off the comment.

“Well, I have no dirty little sex secrets.” She keeps up her confidence act. She wouldn’t dare let him know he’s making her nervous, and maybe a little excited.

“I beg to differ, Nurse Y/N.” She gasps and turns to him.

“Oh my god.” She closes her eyes and shakes her head, kicking a foot a little bit in defeat.

“I know that you own a sexy nurse costume and had corny nurse sex. I know that you have handcuffs and sex dice. And a little birdy told me that you like your ass ate.”

“No!” She buries her face into her hands and groans but Y/N then realized that she too has some sexy little details on Harry. “Well, Harry. Do you wanna know something?” She turns back to look at his face, noticing how good his hair looks when it falls in front of his eyes a little.

His eyes are still bright with laughter and his arms rest on his knees. “Always. But I’m sure I already know it.”

“Oh, you do know it. But I think you’re forgetting that the girls you’ve been with also talk. And they all say the same thing: you’ve been a very bad boy. Have you been naughty, H?” His body goes rigid and his eyes go wide. They had all said that Harry was into being a bit submissive, that he got off on little punishments.

“Wh-What?” Y/N comes closer in attempts to make him a little uncomfortable and puts on her sexiest voice as she leans on all fours.

“I know what bad boys like you do in bed. I know that you’re quite generous with your mouth. I know you like that pretty hair pulled. I know that you like to tug one out while you listen to music. But no one told me that, I’ve walked in on you a few times. Nice dick, by the way. I wonder why none of them mentioned you had a big dick.” Y/N bursts into a fit of giggles and lies back down. “I’m better at this game than you are.” Harry’s eyes narrow at her, he’s been underestimated and just so happens he’s excellent at her number one weakness; Dirty talk.

He slides down the bed, swings his arm around her to pull her close. He props his head up so that it’s resting on his elbow, letting him have access to her ear. Leaning down, he begins to whisper, “If you had paid attention to any of those girls you’d know that it was me persuading them into thinking that they had control. No one has control over me, baby. Not even you, and you’re supposed to know everything about me. I do like having my hair pulled, I like having it pulled the most when I’m eating pussy. Did you know that? Did you know that’s my favorite thing to do to a girl? It’s pleasurable to give pleasure. There’s nothing like it, the way it feels on my tongue.” He moves his mouth so his lips are ghosting over her ear, “Having a girl open herself up like that, just for you. Mmm, nothing can compare to a sweet little clit between your lips, it’s addicting. Don’t get me started on what you girls do when I suck on your clits. Go fucking wild for me.” Harry can’t help himself, he runs a finger across her nipple and traces it down her side. He releases her and falls to his back. “Two can play that game, and I’m always the winner.”

Y/N lays there silently, not knowing what to do or say. Her skin feels like it’s burning and she’s pooling between her legs. She tries to speak but only a little noise escapes. She lets out a huff and she feels Harry roll back to her. “Got you all bothered, hmm?” She shakes her head no and licks her lips. “Liar. I bet you’re wet.”

“Harry!” Y/N swats his arm and pulls her sheet further up her body, pretending she’s trying to get comfortable so she can fall asleep.

“What? I’m hard. I’m not afraid to say it. You’d be an idiot to say that we don’t find each other hot. You’re in my bed, in a shirt that happens to be mine, while in pretty blue panties. Stop being shy. We’ve had talks like this before.”

“Yeah but it wasn’t, like the other times it wasn’t you who, um…, you’ve never…” She fumbles over her words and squeezes her eyes shut in frustration.

“Not only did I make you extremely wet, but I’ve got you speechless. A night of firsts.” He puts his arms behind his head while he smirks. “Ol’ H can always get ‘em.”

Y/N snorts and leans up to face him, “Ok, first of all, don’t call yourself ‘Ol H’. Ya, damn grandpa. And secondly, what makes you think you got me extremely wet? There’s like levels.” He shows off a little smile and raises an eyebrow at her.

“Oh I know the levels, I am the master of all the levels. Especially yours.” Harry gives her a cheeky wink and tries to hold back yet another smile. Nerd.

“Alright. Ok. You wanna know how wet I am? Fine.” Harry’s eyebrows knit together and his lips pout as Y/N takes off her panties. He watches them fly across the room.

“What the fuck are you on about?” He eyes her up and down, letting his mouth hang open with pure confusion.

“Sit up.” Harry doesn’t move so she pokes him in his chest. “Sit up, Ol’ H.” This time, Harry obliges, eyes widening at the sight of her leg swinging over his thigh. She balances herself on his leg by placing her hands on his shoulder and the back on his head, lightly pulling at his hair. “Is this what those other girls do?” His eyes close and he groans at all the new sensations. Her warm, wet pussy on his leg and her fingers in his hair.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this. Jesus Christ.” Her hips rock ever so slightly and her finger drags down his chest.

“It’s a night of firsts, remember?” He brings his hands to her hips and watches her slide back and forth on his leg, he can’t help but think that tiger tattoo is getting quite the mouthful. “Am I as wet as you thought, H?”

“Well, you certainly didn’t disappoint.” Harry his clutching the sheet in his hand and has a pretty bad ache pulsing through his cock.

“Good.” With that she swings her leg back over and hops off the bed, searching for her underwear. “You see where they went?”

“You fuckin tease. I think my dick is going to fall off. None of them ever said you were a tease.” She winks at him as she tugs her panties back on.

“Maybe none of them were worth teasing. And as you said, two can play that game and I think I won that round.” Harry doesn’t say anything, just frowns at her. “Alrighty, you grump. I’m gonna go make some tea, I’ll make you toast.” She heads to the kitchen, minding the cat weaving in and out of her legs. She grabs two mugs and shoves some bread in the toaster. She’s too busy filling the kettle to hear Harry behind her. He watches her, examines her behind and the curves of her legs. He wants to kiss them and bite them. Y/N turns around and jumps when she sees him. “Shit! Why are you just standing there?”

Harry makes a B-line for Y/N and grabs her hips. He lifts her so she’s sitting on the counter and he’s settled between her legs. “We’re supposed to do this. I’m not talking about fucking around, I’m talking about being together. We’re supposed to be together aren’t we? You’re meant to make me tea and toast when I can’t sleep, tease me when I want it bad.”

“I’m pretty sure of it.” Harry reaches over to take the kettle off, not breaking eye contact at all.

He gets his face even closer, giving her a ghostly touch of his mouth on her cheek. “Can we give it a go? You being mine, like being my girl? ”

Y/N runs her hand through his hair and holds his hand with the other, “Always been your girl, one way or another.”

Harry kisses her deeply, a completely passionate (technically first) kiss, “Fuck the toast, come back to bed and finish what we started.”

He then takes her hand from his hand then pulls her from the counter, leading her back to his room. He walks backwards making sure to keep his eyes on her and smirking as they down her body. Y/N watches his features change with the shadows that cast each time he passes a lamp or window. He’s chiseled but soft, she can’t wait to kiss all over him. Once they reach the doorway, Harry stops and pulls their chests together, “Always liked you in blue, Love.” He tugs slightly at her underwear. Harry meant it. She always looked so great in blue, so tempting. Keeping his finger in the band of her undies, he leads her back to the cozy bed.

A tiny gasp from Y/N’s lips leaves him aching again. In an instant, they’re kissing. And not like before, no this is what you would describe as hot or hungry. “Sit down.” Harry moves swiftly and allows her to straddle him. His hands roam the length of her back before landing on those cute blue panties. He puts the slightest amount of pressure as to signal her to move against him. Being insanely turn on, Y/N obliges.

Her eager hips grind against the hardness of Harry’s cock and he moans into her neck, “Fuck, I bet you know how to ride a dick.” Y/N lets out a light giggle but bites her lip as he begins to suck on her collar bones. “You can ride any part of me.” She continues into him harder and grips his neck while he speaks, “You want to don’t you? Bet you could make me come so fast.”

She leans all the way forward, pushing his back on the bed. “I want to hear what you want. I want you to tell me,” a small pause to take her top off makes Harrys eyes go wide, “I want you to do all the things you’ve thought about doing to me.” God, her tits looked amazing. He knows her nipples would fit perfectly in his mouth. “Come on, H. Tell me what you want.” Her hips move on him, “Be a good boy for me.”

Harry quickly pulls her down to his face and keeps a firm grasp on the back of her neck. The term ‘Good Boy’ set him off. He’s on his highest level and he can’t take any more waiting. “I wanna make you come for me. I wanna be good. I wanna be so good for you, Y/N.” She always wondered what he would sound like in a situation like this. She found herself thinking about it a lot actually. And it’s so much better than she imagined. As if Harry’s voice wasn’t enticing enough, his desperate noises reel her in further. There’s absolutely nowhere else she’d rather be. With his hand still holding her face in place, he darts out his tongue out to lick her bottom lip, “It’s after 5. We’ve only got three more hours until I call and cancel everything I was supposed to do.” Y/N grins and wiggles herself on top of him.

“Hmm, what to do first?” Harry flips her on her back, almost losing himself in her goofy giggle due to his accidental tickling of her sides.

He kisses down her body while keeping his hands on her tummy, “We could always run to yours and get that little nurse get up.”

“God, shut up.” Y/n rolls her eyes but keeps a smile.

His kisses become sloppy and spongey, “What? You don’t wanna heal me, baby?”

A finger moves her panties to the side, quieting Y/N down to a whisper. “You’re the worst.”

Harry’s mouth douses her clit with slow, torturous kisses. What a fucking sight above him, “Mhmm. Fucking terrible, aren’t I?” He keeps his eyes on her chest and mouth as he speeds up his pace. Her thighs widen and his heart races. Is Y/N a screamer? Or will she whimper and gasp for him? It’s killing him. He decides that it ultimately doesn’t matter because he’ll make her come so hard either way.

He spreads her with his fingers and sucks on her clit hard. “Oh! Oh, my fucking god!” To Harrys delight, she grabs the back of his head and presses down. Her pleasure is cut short, though. In only seconds, he has her on her belly.

He kindly places a pillow under her and sweetly kisses her bottom, “Ass up,” He smirks at how fast she moves, “Thank you, baby.” He keeps kissing but doesn’t give her what she wants. He enjoys these whines and cute wiggles into his face. “You know, they never told me you liked to have your ass ate.” Y/N’s eyes snap open and stops her wiggling. “Imagine how pleased I was when you let it slip that you did.” He gives her a gentle slap, “I’ve been good, don’t stop moving your hips. Use me, I know you want to, fuck my face. Please.”

“Jesus.” Her hips begin to move up and down, widening her legs as she feels his tongue on her hole. Her body reacts just how he wanted. Relaxing and tensing while he teases her. Harry sneakily slips a finger into her pussy and roughly licks in between her bum. “God, why are you like this?” He smiles against her but continues working his fingers.

“Oh? Whatever do you mean?” He knew he could be a tease, he actually loved it. It was one of his ways of hoping for a little punishment. He didn’t care about that tonight. He wanted to please her. He dreamed of this sometimes, having to tug one out to the thought of her pulling his hair or her yelling out his name. He removes his mouth and kisses up her spine to meet the top of her ear, “I could eat your tight ass all day, love, but I think I deserve a little somethin’. Don’t you?”

Y/N can only get out half the syllables of her words as Harry nibbles her ear and fingers her, “I- shit.” He removes his fingers only to tease her with his dick. He’s so hard that even the slightest brush of her wetness sends a chill down his spine. “Trade me places.”

As much as he wanted to take her from behind, he has to admit; this view is incredible. “You thought about fuckin’ me? You ever touch your pretty cunt while thinkin’ about me?”

She gasps, “Mhmm, yeah.”

“Yeah? Am I livin’ up to it, sweetheart?” How can he have such a sweet smile while doing something so dirty?

Those stupid dimples of his make her grin, too. “Yes.”

“You really do have great tits.” Harry gently pushes on her back so she lowers her chest to his face. “Let me suck ‘em.” He aggressively takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks.

Y/N giggles, “Ah, oh my god. Stop!” She tries to move away but he keeps her close.

“No, shut up and fuck me.” She pulls away, his mouth making a faint popping noise as his mouth reluctantly releases her nipple.

Her hand goes to his throat and squeezes, “That wasn’t very polite.” She could’ve sworn she saw his eyes roll back into his head. How empowering. She felt tingly all over.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.” Harry bites his lip and y/n feels his cock twitch inside her.

“Mmm, good.” She grabs his hand and directs his thumb to her clit, “Now make me come. I’m, ugh, I’m close.” She bounces hard on him and keeps her hand on his neck, not squeezing but resting with light pressure. His thumb moves just how she needs it and she’s clenching around him at almost every second.

“Move your hand or I’m gonna come.” She only smiles and playfully slaps his cheek before adding another hand to his throat, “Fuck.” Never in his life has he ever felt so good. And Y/N would say the same.

No one has ever made her feel like this. With a few more passes across her clit, she comes. She comes so hard that her legs squeeze his thighs and her eyes shut tight. Her hands fly from his throat to the skin of his chest, nail digging. “Oh my fuckin God, Harry.”

And there it was, the praise he needed to let his orgasm break loose. His brows furrow, mouth hangs open and shoulders tensing. “Ooh, shit.” Y/N slides off of him to lay next to him and he rubs her stomach. It takes him a moment to catch his breath but once he can speak he turns his head to her, laughing. “We just had sex, mate.”

Y/N rolling her eyes and trying to suppress yet another smile, “You’re the fuckin’ worst.”

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