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LIST
HOW MANY LICKS: THE 25 DOPEST RAP SONGS TO F*** TO
Rock The Bells Staff
Contrary to what some hand-wringing "purists" might tell you, sex is a part of Hip-Hop.
Shocking, right?
Of course, that shouldn't be breaking news: sex is a part of human experience. It's been a part of culture and art ever since civilization has created culture and art, so why would rap music and Hip-Hop culture be any different? From the minute Big Bank Hank of The Sugarhill Gang rapped about being able to "bust you out with my super sperm"—words that were actually written by Grandmaster Caz aka Casanova Fly (keyword: "Casanova")—sex has been a topic of many rap lyrics and videos. From Too $hort and 2 Live Crew, to LL COOL J and Lil Kim: there is a brilliant, provocative history of sex rap. The examples are endless—Kool G Rap's "Talk Like Sex"; The Notorious B.I.G.'s "F**kin' You Tonight"; there are even popular songs from artists like MC Lyte and Q-Tip that are highly erotic (Google the lyrics to Lyte's "Keep On Keepin' On" right now).
For the purposes of this examination, it should be recognized that sexy rap songs can both offer the sensual and also wallow in the raunchy. The most seductive can feel as tantalizingly alluring as a quiet-storm classic; the raunchiest can make the most bashful bride buss it open. But it's allgood. Balance, people...
Here are the 25 Dopest Rap Songs to F*%! To; a playlist for when you wanna get right by gettin' a little wrong...
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#26
"STRAWBERRIES" - SMOOTH [BONUS SONG]
Our BONUS SONG pick is a celebrated classic guest spot! Well, ACTUALLY this is more of an R&B song than a rap song—but Smooth is a rapper and she raps on this seductive classic. So there.
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#25
"COCKTALES" - TOO $HORT
The Oakland legend is one of the foremost authorities on raunchy rap. Hell, he damn-near invented the genre. And this quasi-sequel to his classic "Freaky Tales" is one of his naughty best.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#24
"TALK SEX" - KOOL KEITH
When it comes to freaky raps, Kool Keith is like $hort Dog's weirdass cousin. Like his Bay Area contemporary, the oddball emcee out of the Bronx is one of the longest-running legends of raunch, and this track from 2018 is an example of his hilariously scatological approach to sex songs.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#23
"HOW DO U WANT IT" - 2PAC FEAT. K-CI & JO-JO
Pac always found a way to balance his socio-political rage, thuggishness and straight seduction. This monster hit from his double album ALL EYEZ ON ME is one of the most famous examples of the latter. And the X-rated, porn star-themed video is the stuff of legend.
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#22
"RICH SEX" - FUTURE
The Atlanta trap star managed to popularize a new lane within the rap game via his digitized crooning. And it was the perfect launching pad for a sexy sound that came to be embodied by this hit single.
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#21
"BED" - NICKI MINAJ FEAT. ARIANA GRANDE
She's got a more varied body of work than some of her detractors want to recognize, but when Nicki goes sexy, she GOES SEXY. And while this ain't the raunchiest at all, this hit single with pop megastar Ariana Grande is one of her most sinfully seductive tracks.
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#20
"BIG MOMMA THANG" - LIL KIM FEAT. JAY-Z, LIL CEASE
The opening track is everything that announced Kim as a superstar: bold, brazen and bangin.' Jay delivers one of his first high-profile guest spots as Kim makes it clear she's ready for her close-up.
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#19
"ONE MINUTE MAN - MISSY ELLIOTT FEAT. LUDACRIS AND TRINA
Missy found yet another musical kindred spirit in Ludacris during the early aughts, and they capitalized on their connection regularly, including on the 2001 club hit “One Minute Man” from her third album, "Miss E… So Addictive." Trina's guest verse steals the show, as "da baddest bitch" gets raw and raunchy about what she needs in the bedroom.
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#18
"GETTIN SOME ..." - SHAWNNA FEAT. TOO $HORT
The St. Louis rap star was a standout for Ludacris and the Disturbing Tha Peace label, and this monster single was a big reason why. It's one of the early 00s most inescapable tunes, and one of $hort's best guest spots.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#17
"85" - YOUNGBLOODZ FEAT. BIG BOI, JIM CROW
The hook. That groovy production from Atlanta veterans Parental Advisory. This ATL classic is a late-night creep anthem. Anybody who's ever hopped in the whip to ride down 85 for a rendezvous can relate; and the cameo from Fat Sax is one of his best ever.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#16
"IMAGINE THAT" - LL COOL J
This steamy Rockwilder-produced single could be considered an unofficial sequel to the classic "Doin' It." The track reunites LL with LeShaun, and their chemistry from that earlier duet is just as strong here.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#15
"SHAWTY FREAK A LIL SUMTHIN" - LIL JON & THE EASTSIDE BOYZ FEAT. JAZZE PHA
An early gem in Toomp’s discography, “Shawty Freak a Lil Sumthin’” is both an Atlanta and southern classic. Toomp co-produced the track with Jon, which was featured on Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz’s 1997 offering, GET CRUNK, WHO U WIT: DA ALBUM.
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#14
"SEX FACES" - SCARFACE, TOO $HORT, TELA, AND DEVIN THE DUDE
Another one of his most popular tracks, Scarface takes the ordinary boy-meets-girl tale and spins it into an engaging tale on this very explicit classic. With a noteworthy assist from Devin The Dude, Tela and the $hort Dog himself.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#13
"LATE NITE TIP" - THREE SIX MAFIA
One of the best moments from Gangsta Boo and from Lord Infamous. Over a flip of Lisa Fischer's quiet storm classic "How Can I Ease the Pain," Three Six delivers a song that's somehow both seductive and sinister.
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#12
"LOVE IN YA MOUTH" - KILO ALI FEAT. BIG BOI
The forefather of Atlanta rap was never shy about freaky songs, and this ode to oral sex is one of the most classic tracks in his repertoire. Big Boi’s guest spot serves as the perfect accent to the nasty perfection here.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#11
"MIND SEX" - DEAD PREZ
M-1 and stic.man aren’t always just raging against the machine. What set the politically minded duo apart from an act like Public Enemy is that they weren’t averse to showing a more sensual side, as epitomized in this ode to gettin’ it in with someone with whom you actually share a mental and emotional connection.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#10
"BIG OLE FREAK" - MEGAN THEE STALLION
The Texas rap superstar was still on the rise when she dropped this raunchy rap insta-classic. Meg made it clear early on that she could be playful, freaky as all hell and a take-no-shit emcee—all at the same time.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#9
"SLOB ON MY KNOB" - THREE SIX MAFIA
Juicy J wrote this little ditty back when he was still a teen in high school, and it has all the adolescent horn dogism that one might expect from a young dude. It's endured as a foulmouthed classic as only Three Six can deliver.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#8
"LOLLIPOP" - LIL WAYNE FEAT. STATIC MAJOR
It became so ubiquitous that it's hard to remember just how unique it was when it dropped. The ode to oral love became one of the era's biggest smashes and cemented Wayne's omnipresence. The song that seemed to own 2008.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#7
"PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH" - AKINYELE
Ah yes, a catchy little ditty from the freakiest rhymer Queens ever produced. Akinyele was never known for subtlety, and this semi-hit from 1996 was his crowning achievement as a single. The song is about — well, y’know — and the hook became a fixture in strip clubs and on dance floors throughout the late 1990s.
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#6
"ME SO HORNY" - 2 LIVE CREW
If there is a "The Message" for sex rap, it's gotta be the X-rated classic from 2 Live Crew that got them banned in the U.S.A. Luke and his boys really go there and it shocked the world. It also opened the door for virtually everybody from Akinyele to Lil Kim.
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#5
"MY NECK, MY BACK" - KHIA
We've used the word "inescapable" a lot on this list, but DAMN—where were YOU when you first heard this foul-mouthed little classic from an upstart out of Florida. After years of rap songs with men telling women how to go down, Khia repped for the ladies with this instructional guide. Get it right, sir. Get it RIGHT.
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#4
"W.A.P." - CARDI B. AND MEGAN THEE STALLION
Two of the biggest stars in contemporary music joined forces for a song that paid homage to both Frank Ski and DJ Uncle Al, the video became the talk of pop culture, and the ladies' provocative performance at the 63rd Grammys led to a record number of complaints. Mission accomplished.
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#3
"DOIN' IT" - LL COOL J FEAT. LESHAUN
It's a raunch rap classic; a sexual tour-de-force from a guy who made this sorta thing his raizon d'etre. The seductive imagery in the lyrics gets more and more explicit, as Uncle L goes bar-for-bar-for-bar with LeShaun over an exquisite sample of Grace Jones' "My Jamaican Guy."
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#2
"WHAT'S IT GONNA BE? - BUSTA RHYMES FEAT. JANET JACKSON
One of Busta’s biggest singles came when he linked with Janet Jackson for “What’s It Gonna Be!?” The chaotic drums on the track are smoothed out with Janet’s signature vocals on the hook. The sexy, futuristic video, directed by Busta and Hype Williams in his prime, is one of the most expensive ever made, and one of the most memorable of the decade.
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#1
"HOW MANY LICKS" - LIL KIM FEAT. SISQO
The Queen Bee is hip-hop's most legendary sex symbol for a reason. On this skittering single, she rattles off all of the lovers she's left in her wake (Tony the Italian, a brother named "King Kong" for very specific reasons, etc.) with the self-proclaimed "Dragon" delivering a soulfully sleazy hook. Nobody does it nastier.
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LIST
HOW MANY LICKS: THE 25 DOPEST RAP SONGS TO F*** TO
Rock The Bells Staff
Contrary to what some hand-wringing "purists" might tell you, sex is a part of Hip-Hop.
Shocking, right?
Of course, that shouldn't be breaking news: sex is a part of human experience. It's been a part of culture and art ever since civilization has created culture and art, so why would rap music and Hip-Hop culture be any different? From the minute Big Bank Hank of The Sugarhill Gang rapped about being able to "bust you out with my super sperm"—words that were actually written by Grandmaster Caz aka Casanova Fly (keyword: "Casanova")—sex has been a topic of many rap lyrics and videos. From Too $hort and 2 Live Crew, to LL COOL J and Lil Kim: there is a brilliant, provocative history of sex rap. The examples are endless—Kool G Rap's "Talk Like Sex"; The Notorious B.I.G.'s "F**kin' You Tonight"; there are even popular songs from artists like MC Lyte and Q-Tip that are highly erotic (Google the lyrics to Lyte's "Keep On Keepin' On" right now).
For the purposes of this examination, it should be recognized that sexy rap songs can both offer the sensual and also wallow in the raunchy. The most seductive can feel as tantalizingly alluring as a quiet-storm classic; the raunchiest can make the most bashful bride buss it open. But it's allgood. Balance, people...
Here are the 25 Dopest Rap Songs to F*%! To; a playlist for when you wanna get right by gettin' a little wrong...
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#26
"STRAWBERRIES" - SMOOTH [BONUS SONG]
Our BONUS SONG pick is a celebrated classic guest spot! Well, ACTUALLY this is more of an R&B song than a rap song—but Smooth is a rapper and she raps on this seductive classic. So there.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#25
"COCKTALES" - TOO $HORT
The Oakland legend is one of the foremost authorities on raunchy rap. Hell, he damn-near invented the genre. And this quasi-sequel to his classic "Freaky Tales" is one of his naughty best.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#24
"TALK SEX" - KOOL KEITH
When it comes to freaky raps, Kool Keith is like $hort Dog's weirdass cousin. Like his Bay Area contemporary, the oddball emcee out of the Bronx is one of the longest-running legends of raunch, and this track from 2018 is an example of his hilariously scatological approach to sex songs.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#23
"HOW DO U WANT IT" - 2PAC FEAT. K-CI & JO-JO
Pac always found a way to balance his socio-political rage, thuggishness and straight seduction. This monster hit from his double album ALL EYEZ ON ME is one of the most famous examples of the latter. And the X-rated, porn star-themed video is the stuff of legend.
DROP YOUR EMAIL
TO STAY IN THE KNOW
SUBMIT
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#22
"RICH SEX" - FUTURE
The Atlanta trap star managed to popularize a new lane within the rap game via his digitized crooning. And it was the perfect launching pad for a sexy sound that came to be embodied by this hit single.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#21
"BED" - NICKI MINAJ FEAT. ARIANA GRANDE
She's got a more varied body of work than some of her detractors want to recognize, but when Nicki goes sexy, she GOES SEXY. And while this ain't the raunchiest at all, this hit single with pop megastar Ariana Grande is one of her most sinfully seductive tracks.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#20
"BIG MOMMA THANG" - LIL KIM FEAT. JAY-Z, LIL CEASE
The opening track is everything that announced Kim as a superstar: bold, brazen and bangin.' Jay delivers one of his first high-profile guest spots as Kim makes it clear she's ready for her close-up.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#19
"ONE MINUTE MAN - MISSY ELLIOTT FEAT. LUDACRIS AND TRINA
Missy found yet another musical kindred spirit in Ludacris during the early aughts, and they capitalized on their connection regularly, including on the 2001 club hit “One Minute Man” from her third album, "Miss E… So Addictive." Trina's guest verse steals the show, as "da baddest bitch" gets raw and raunchy about what she needs in the bedroom.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#18
"GETTIN SOME ..." - SHAWNNA FEAT. TOO $HORT
The St. Louis rap star was a standout for Ludacris and the Disturbing Tha Peace label, and this monster single was a big reason why. It's one of the early 00s most inescapable tunes, and one of $hort's best guest spots.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#17
"85" - YOUNGBLOODZ FEAT. BIG BOI, JIM CROW
The hook. That groovy production from Atlanta veterans Parental Advisory. This ATL classic is a late-night creep anthem. Anybody who's ever hopped in the whip to ride down 85 for a rendezvous can relate; and the cameo from Fat Sax is one of his best ever.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#16
"IMAGINE THAT" - LL COOL J
This steamy Rockwilder-produced single could be considered an unofficial sequel to the classic "Doin' It." The track reunites LL with LeShaun, and their chemistry from that earlier duet is just as strong here.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#15
"SHAWTY FREAK A LIL SUMTHIN" - LIL JON & THE EASTSIDE BOYZ FEAT. JAZZE PHA
An early gem in Toomp’s discography, “Shawty Freak a Lil Sumthin’” is both an Atlanta and southern classic. Toomp co-produced the track with Jon, which was featured on Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz’s 1997 offering, GET CRUNK, WHO U WIT: DA ALBUM.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#14
"SEX FACES" - SCARFACE, TOO $HORT, TELA, AND DEVIN THE DUDE
Another one of his most popular tracks, Scarface takes the ordinary boy-meets-girl tale and spins it into an engaging tale on this very explicit classic. With a noteworthy assist from Devin The Dude, Tela and the $hort Dog himself.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#13
"LATE NITE TIP" - THREE SIX MAFIA
One of the best moments from Gangsta Boo and from Lord Infamous. Over a flip of Lisa Fischer's quiet storm classic "How Can I Ease the Pain," Three Six delivers a song that's somehow both seductive and sinister.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#12
"LOVE IN YA MOUTH" - KILO ALI FEAT. BIG BOI
The forefather of Atlanta rap was never shy about freaky songs, and this ode to oral sex is one of the most classic tracks in his repertoire. Big Boi’s guest spot serves as the perfect accent to the nasty perfection here.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#11
"MIND SEX" - DEAD PREZ
M-1 and stic.man aren’t always just raging against the machine. What set the politically minded duo apart from an act like Public Enemy is that they weren’t averse to showing a more sensual side, as epitomized in this ode to gettin’ it in with someone with whom you actually share a mental and emotional connection.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#10
"BIG OLE FREAK" - MEGAN THEE STALLION
The Texas rap superstar was still on the rise when she dropped this raunchy rap insta-classic. Meg made it clear early on that she could be playful, freaky as all hell and a take-no-shit emcee—all at the same time.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#9
"SLOB ON MY KNOB" - THREE SIX MAFIA
Juicy J wrote this little ditty back when he was still a teen in high school, and it has all the adolescent horn dogism that one might expect from a young dude. It's endured as a foulmouthed classic as only Three Six can deliver.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#8
"LOLLIPOP" - LIL WAYNE FEAT. STATIC MAJOR
It became so ubiquitous that it's hard to remember just how unique it was when it dropped. The ode to oral love became one of the era's biggest smashes and cemented Wayne's omnipresence. The song that seemed to own 2008.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#7
"PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH" - AKINYELE
Ah yes, a catchy little ditty from the freakiest rhymer Queens ever produced. Akinyele was never known for subtlety, and this semi-hit from 1996 was his crowning achievement as a single. The song is about — well, y’know — and the hook became a fixture in strip clubs and on dance floors throughout the late 1990s.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#6
"ME SO HORNY" - 2 LIVE CREW
If there is a "The Message" for sex rap, it's gotta be the X-rated classic from 2 Live Crew that got them banned in the U.S.A. Luke and his boys really go there and it shocked the world. It also opened the door for virtually everybody from Akinyele to Lil Kim.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#5
"MY NECK, MY BACK" - KHIA
We've used the word "inescapable" a lot on this list, but DAMN—where were YOU when you first heard this foul-mouthed little classic from an upstart out of Florida. After years of rap songs with men telling women how to go down, Khia repped for the ladies with this instructional guide. Get it right, sir. Get it RIGHT.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#4
"W.A.P." - CARDI B. AND MEGAN THEE STALLION
Two of the biggest stars in contemporary music joined forces for a song that paid homage to both Frank Ski and DJ Uncle Al, the video became the talk of pop culture, and the ladies' provocative performance at the 63rd Grammys led to a record number of complaints. Mission accomplished.
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#3
"DOIN' IT" - LL COOL J FEAT. LESHAUN
It's a raunch rap classic; a sexual tour-de-force from a guy who made this sorta thing his raizon d'etre. The seductive imagery in the lyrics gets more and more explicit, as Uncle L goes bar-for-bar-for-bar with LeShaun over an exquisite sample of Grace Jones' "My Jamaican Guy."
0 seconds of 0 seconds
#2
"WHAT'S IT GONNA BE? - BUSTA RHYMES FEAT. JANET JACKSON
One of Busta’s biggest singles came when he linked with Janet Jackson for “What’s It Gonna Be!?” The chaotic drums on the track are smoothed out with Janet’s signature vocals on the hook. The sexy, futuristic video, directed by Busta and Hype Williams in his prime, is one of the most expensive ever made, and one of the most memorable of the decade.
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#1
"HOW MANY LICKS" - LIL KIM FEAT. SISQO
The Queen Bee is hip-hop's most legendary sex symbol for a reason. On this skittering single, she rattles off all of the lovers she's left in her wake (Tony the Italian, a brother named "King Kong" for very specific reasons, etc.) with the self-proclaimed "Dragon" delivering a soulfully sleazy hook. Nobody does it nastier.
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Contrary to what some hand-wringing "purists" might tell you, sex is a part of Hip-Hop.
Shocking, right?
Of course, that shouldn't be breaking news: sex is a part of human experience. It's been a part of culture and art ever since civilization has created culture and art, so why would rap music and Hip-Hop culture be any different? From the minute Big Bank Hank of The Sugarhill Gang rapped about being able to "bust you out with my super sperm"—words that were actually written by Grandmaster Caz aka Casanova Fly (keyword: "Casanova")—sex has been a topic of many rap lyrics and videos. From Too $hort and 2 Live Crew, to LL COOL J and Lil Kim: there is a brilliant, provocative history of sex rap. The examples are endless—Kool G Rap's "Talk Like Sex"; The Notorious B.I.G.'s "F**kin' You Tonight"; there are even popular songs from artists like MC Lyte and Q-Tip that are highly erotic (Google the lyrics to Lyte's "Keep On Keepin' On" right now).
For the purposes of this examination, it should be recognized that sexy rap songs can both offer the sensual and also wallow in the raunchy. The most seductive can feel as tantalizingly alluring as a quiet-storm classic; the raunchiest can make the most bashful bride buss it open. But it's all good. Balance, people...
Here are the 25 Dopest Rap Songs to F*%! To; a playlist for when you wanna get right by gettin' a little wrong...
#26
"STRAWBERRIES" - SMOOTH [BONUS SONG]
Our BONUS SONG pick is a celebrated classic guest spot! Well, ACTUALLY this is more of an R&B song than a rap song—but Smooth is a rapper and she raps on this seductive classic. So there.
#25
"COCKTALES" - TOO $HORT
The Oakland legend is one of the foremost authorities on raunchy rap. Hell, he damn-near invented the genre. And this quasi-sequel to his classic "Freaky Tales" is one of his naughty best.
#24
"TALK SEX" - KOOL KEITH
When it comes to freaky raps, Kool Keith is like $hort Dog's weirdass cousin. Like his Bay Area contemporary, the oddball emcee out of the Bronx is one of the longest-running legends of raunch, and this track from 2018 is an example of his hilariously scatological approach to sex songs.
#23
"HOW DO U WANT IT" - 2PAC FEAT. K-CI & JO-JO
Pac always found a way to balance his socio-political rage, thuggishness and straight seduction. This monster hit from his double album ALL EYEZ ON ME is one of the most famous examples of the latter. And the X-rated, porn star-themed video is the stuff of legend.
DROP YOUR EMAIL
TO STAY IN THE KNOW
SUBMIT
#22
"RICH SEX" - FUTURE
The Atlanta trap star managed to popularize a new lane within the rap game via his digitized crooning. And it was the perfect launching pad for a sexy sound that came to be embodied by this hit single.
#21
"BED" - NICKI MINAJ FEAT. ARIANA GRANDE
She's got a more varied body of work than some of her detractors want to recognize, but when Nicki goes sexy, she GOES SEXY. And while this ain't the raunchiest at all, this hit single with pop megastar Ariana Grande is one of her most sinfully seductive tracks.
#20
"BIG MOMMA THANG" - LIL KIM FEAT. JAY-Z, LIL CEASE
The opening track is everything that announced Kim as a superstar: bold, brazen and bangin.' Jay delivers one of his first high-profile guest spots as Kim makes it clear she's ready for her close-up.
#19
"ONE MINUTE MAN - MISSY ELLIOTT FEAT. LUDACRIS AND TRINA
Missy found yet another musical kindred spirit in Ludacris during the early aughts, and they capitalized on their connection regularly, including on the 2001 club hit “One Minute Man” from her third album, "Miss E… So Addictive." Trina's guest verse steals the show, as "da baddest bitch" gets raw and raunchy about what she needs in the bedroom.
#18
"GETTIN SOME ..." - SHAWNNA FEAT. TOO $HORT
The St. Louis rap star was a standout for Ludacris and the Disturbing Tha Peace label, and this monster single was a big reason why. It's one of the early 00s most inescapable tunes, and one of $hort's best guest spots.
#17
"85" - YOUNGBLOODZ FEAT. BIG BOI, JIM CROW
The hook. That groovy production from Atlanta veterans Parental Advisory. This ATL classic is a late-night creep anthem. Anybody who's ever hopped in the whip to ride down 85 for a rendezvous can relate; and the cameo from Fat Sax is one of his best ever.
#16
"IMAGINE THAT" - LL COOL J
This steamy Rockwilder-produced single could be considered an unofficial sequel to the classic "Doin' It." The track reunites LL with LeShaun, and their chemistry from that earlier duet is just as strong here.
#15
"SHAWTY FREAK A LIL SUMTHIN" - LIL JON & THE EASTSIDE BOYZ FEAT. JAZZE PHA
An early gem in Toomp’s discography, “Shawty Freak a Lil Sumthin’” is both an Atlanta and southern classic. Toomp co-produced the track with Jon, which was featured on Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz’s 1997 offering, GET CRUNK, WHO U WIT: DA ALBUM.
#14
"SEX FACES" - SCARFACE, TOO $HORT, TELA, AND DEVIN THE DUDE
Another one of his most popular tracks, Scarface takes the ordinary boy-meets-girl tale and spins it into an engaging tale on this very explicit classic. With a noteworthy assist from Devin The Dude, Tela and the $hort Dog himself.
#13
"LATE NITE TIP" - THREE SIX MAFIA
One of the best moments from Gangsta Boo and from Lord Infamous. Over a flip of Lisa Fischer's quiet storm classic "How Can I Ease the Pain," Three Six delivers a song that's somehow both seductive and sinister.
#12
"LOVE IN YA MOUTH" - KILO ALI FEAT. BIG BOI
The forefather of Atlanta rap was never shy about freaky songs, and this ode to oral sex is one of the most classic tracks in his repertoire. Big Boi’s guest spot serves as the perfect accent to the nasty perfection here.
#11
"MIND SEX" - DEAD PREZ
M-1 and stic.man aren’t always just raging against the machine. What set the politically minded duo apart from an act like Public Enemy is that they weren’t averse to showing a more sensual side, as epitomized in this ode to gettin’ it in with someone with whom you actually share a mental and emotional connection.
#10
"BIG OLE FREAK" - MEGAN THEE STALLION
The Texas rap superstar was still on the rise when she dropped this raunchy rap insta-classic. Meg made it clear early on that she could be playful, freaky as all hell and a take-no-shit emcee—all at the same time.
#9
"SLOB ON MY KNOB" - THREE SIX MAFIA
Juicy J wrote this little ditty back when he was still a teen in high school, and it has all the adolescent horn dogism that one might expect from a young dude. It's endured as a foulmouthed classic as only Three Six can deliver.
#8
"LOLLIPOP" - LIL WAYNE FEAT. STATIC MAJOR
It became so ubiquitous that it's hard to remember just how unique it was when it dropped. The ode to oral love became one of the era's biggest smashes and cemented Wayne's omnipresence. The song that seemed to own 2008.
#7
"PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH" - AKINYELE
Ah yes, a catchy little ditty from the freakiest rhymer Queens ever produced. Akinyele was never known for subtlety, and this semi-hit from 1996 was his crowning achievement as a single. The song is about — well, y’know — and the hook became a fixture in strip clubs and on dance floors throughout the late 1990s.
#6
"ME SO HORNY" - 2 LIVE CREW
If there is a "The Message" for sex rap, it's gotta be the X-rated classic from 2 Live Crew that got them banned in the U.S.A. Luke and his boys really go there and it shocked the world. It also opened the door for virtually everybody from Akinyele to Lil Kim.
#5
"MY NECK, MY BACK" - KHIA
We've used the word "inescapable" a lot on this list, but DAMN—where were YOU when you first heard this foul-mouthed little classic from an upstart out of Florida. After years of rap songs with men telling women how to go down, Khia repped for the ladies with this instructional guide. Get it right, sir. Get it RIGHT.
#4
"W.A.P." - CARDI B. AND MEGAN THEE STALLION
Two of the biggest stars in contemporary music joined forces for a song that paid homage to both Frank Ski and DJ Uncle Al, the video became the talk of pop culture, and the ladies' provocative performance at the 63rd Grammys led to a record number of complaints. Mission accomplished.
#3
"DOIN' IT" - LL COOL J FEAT. LESHAUN
It's a raunch rap classic; a sexual tour-de-force from a guy who made this sorta thing his raizon d'etre. The seductive imagery in the lyrics gets more and more explicit, as Uncle L goes bar-for-bar-for-bar with LeShaun over an exquisite sample of Grace Jones' "My Jamaican Guy."
#2
"WHAT'S IT GONNA BE? - BUSTA RHYMES FEAT. JANET JACKSON
One of Busta’s biggest singles came when he linked with Janet Jackson for “What’s It Gonna Be!?” The chaotic drums on the track are smoothed out with Janet’s signature vocals on the hook. The sexy, futuristic video, directed by Busta and Hype Williams in his prime, is one of the most expensive ever made, and one of the most memorable of the decade.
#1
"HOW MANY LICKS" - LIL KIM FEAT. SISQO
The Queen Bee is hip-hop's most legendary sex symbol for a reason. On this skittering single, she rattles off all of the lovers she's left in her wake (Tony the Italian, a brother named "King Kong" for very specific reasons, etc.) with the self-proclaimed "Dragon" delivering a soulfully sleazy hook. Nobody does it nastier.
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skeletons & ramen 🎃
-> pairing: lee minho x reader
-> genre: fluff, halloween au, college au
-> words: 3k (prologue included)
-> happy halloween folks !! this is a part of the @districtninewriters halloween collaboration !! check out the prologue and other amazing artists who also participated <3
-> warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking, swearing and i think that is it :’)
“No effin’ way did I spend all this time doing your makeup for you to stay at this party for ten minutes. Get your ass out there and at least talk to someone.”
BamBam’s words replayed in your head as you glanced around the party. It was impressive; you’d give him that. Your best friend was known for the ragers he threw, and his annual Halloween party was no exception. With loud music, expensive decorations ranging from a 12-foot-skeleton on the lawn to fog machines, and costumes required – “and none of that ‘just throwing on a witch’s hat’ either, that shit’s weak” – it won party of the year before it even occurred.
And you didn’t want to come. It wasn’t that you didn’t like his parties. On the contrary, you really enjoyed them. But this year, the party was on Halloween night, which just so happened to be a Saturday. Your first midterm of the semester? Bright and early Monday morning at 8 a.m. sharp.
“You have to come!” BamBam had said when you first mentioned skipping the party. You could already tell he was dangerously close to pulling out his puppy-dog eyes, as you called them, and if he did that, you were a goner.
You sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to, Bam. It’s just that my first midterm is super early Monday morning, and I really, really need to study for it,” you said.
“So study on Sunday!” he argued. “You know I can’t have a party without my best friend there. Not to mention, I’ve already put so much thought into how I would do your makeup for your skeleton costume. Don’t make me have done research in vain. Please?”
That’s how you had ended up at the party. Your plan had initially been to stay for half an hour, but when you went to tell BamBam, he wasn’t having it. That’s when he had dropped the line about how much effort he had put into your makeup, shoving you out of the kitchen and into the lounge.
As you looked around the room, you figured it wouldn’t kill you to talk to someone for a few minutes. But who?
You see a drunk guy from your literature class, Changbin, and his friend that has attended the party in a horse mask for the third year in a row, Jisung, in the corner of the spacious room. You know what, maybe they are not the best people to talk to at this college party.
Your classmate Lia and her friends that dressed up as power rangers are sitting on the sofa with a senior very well known as the friendly guy Chan dressed up as a cowboy, downing shots of tequila and singing loudly at the top of their lungs. You contemplate the choice for a moment, but decide against it when they turn to sing Into the unknown for the thirtieth time tonight, scrunching up your face in pure horror.
Another choice are the party animals Hyunjin and Felix dressed up as peanut butter and jelly, dancing to whatever song comes out of the loud speakers. Yeah, you could never keep up with them.
The last few people in your sight are in a circle, laughing loudly, bottles of beer, soju and various other alcohol secured in their hands. You see your classmates Jeongin and Seungmin in there, but you don’t know any other people there, so you decide to just let them be.
Maybe you have no other choice, then to leave.
“Yah! We’re matching!” you hear a voice from beside you call, looking at the person and frowning in confusion. What on the earth is he talking about?
But then it hits you. The guy has skeleton makeup on his face, an all-black outfit fitting his body and a huge, obnoxious grin on his face. You really are matching, well, apart from the optimistic expression on his face very much different from yours, on the other hand, disgusted from the whole situation.
“Oh. You’re right. My friend BamBam actually did the makeup, so it’s not really my fault, though.” you smirk, watching the boy growing closer to you and inspecting the makeup on your face.
“Looks like him and Han Jisung watched the same youtube tutorial,” he mutters, making you burst out in laughter.
“Jisung? You mean to tell me that the guy who attends in a horse mask every year did your makeup today?” you ask in disbelief, rewarded by his adorable giggle.
“Yeah, well, I told him I wasn’t going to the party, because I didn’t have a costume, so he told me he was just going to turn me into a skeleton to force me to go with him.” he explains.
“Looks like he did a much better job than BamBam did, anyway,” you point out, examining the work on his face. At this point, you’re going to go to Jisung to do your makeup for your cousin’s wedding you’re attending next month, because his skills are really good, to be honest.
“I appreciate the rhinestones on yours, though. A pretty detail,” he laughs, making you roll your eyes.
“Yeah, BamBam likes finishing touches.” you smile.
You’re kind of getting flustered under his gaze, so you quickly turn to look to the ground in response. The fact that you didn’t even drink tonight wasn’t helping you get loose a tiny bit, your shy side showing right after there was a silence in the conversation.
“Wait, you’re telling me you’re friends with BamBam and we somehow still don’t know each other?” asks the friendly stranger, making you look up at his face again.
“Umm, yeah.” you nod.
“And you know Jisung as well.” he points out.
“Yeah, well, everybody knows Jisung, so…” you say.
“Yeah, but we have so many mutual friends, yet we still don’t know each other… that’s strange. Well, anyways, I’m Minho.” he smiles, putting a hand to you to shake it.
“Nice to meet you, Minho. I’m y/n.” you smile at him and take his hand to shake it. His grip is firm, but not painful, the presence of his skin on yours making you slightly excited.
You were never that good with meeting new people, so to have a stranger introduce themselves to you unprohibited, it felt good. Well, maybe BamBam was right about going to the party. Maybe you’ll even have a new friend after this, and god knows you need some new friends, because you’re certain hanging out with BamBam constantly kind of makes some of your brain cells disappear.
“Wanna get something to drink?” smiles the skeleton boy, on which you nod and follow him back to the kitchen where you’ve come from, seeing that it was now pretty much empty apart from the couple wearing matching costumes of Joker and Harley Quinn making out on the kitchen counter.
You take a bottle of peach soju and see Minho do the same, cringing at the smacking noises and quickly pulling you away from the kitchen by the elbow, rolling his eyes in the process. “Can’t they just leave it for when they come home?”
“I’m so sorry for BamBam, I swear if he has to clean the kitchen counter from sperm again this year, he’s going to seriously lose it-”
"Again?"
“Yeah, people get real wild out here.” you nod and try to erase the flashbacks coming back into your head from seeing your terrified and disgusted best friend cleaning the place with kitchen towels and some Clorox.
“Ew. See? This is why I didn’t even want to come in the first place.” says Minho with a disgusted expression on his face.
“You too?”
“Yeah, I hate parties!” exclaims the boy, throwing his arms in the air to gesture to the packed lounge.
“I know, right? I was actually supposed to be studying at the moment, but BamBam insisted on me coming, so I kinda had to, you know.” you blurb out, taking a sip from the soju in your hand.
“Studying. On a Saturday evening.” he gazes onto you, making you feel kind of stupid for sounding like the biggest nerd in the world. Yeah, you cared about your grades, but you weren’t as crazy as it sounded in the first place.
“Yeah, well, I have a midterm on Monday, so-”
“Oh. I got you.” he nods, licking his lips and taking his first sip of the peach alcohol in his hand, making you just awkwardly stare at his face in the process.
“Well, y/n,” starts Minho as he finishes drinking, “not to sound creepy or something, but do you wanna get out of here? Since we both kind of hate parties and our best friends got what they wanted…” he says, almost looking nervous at his question, making you just shyly nod.
“Yeah, sure.” you agree. You’re pretty sure BamBam won’t notice if you leave now, and if he does, well, you spoke to someone. That means you did what he wanted you to do. He can’t be mad now.
“Okay. I’ll be taking this with me.” laughs Minho as he shows you the half-empty bottle of soju in his hand, making you giggle as you show him yours and nod in response, telling him you’ll be doing the same as the two of you go to the front door. You were wearing your black coat through the whole evening and from the looks of his black leather jacket, it looked like he was too, so there was no reason for the two of you to stay at the party longer and look for your things.
“Let’s go!” you muse, going out of the house with Minho by your side, the chilly breeze and silence hitting you in the face in a weird, but comforting way.
“And where are we even going?” asks Minho, making you stop in your tracks and giggle.
“I don’t know.” you shrug, watching his amused smirk only grow wider.
“Let’s just… walk around for a while, I guess?” you say, receiving a nod from him in return as you start walking side by side in the neighbourhood.
You both keep talking to each other and getting to know each other, learning that Minho is studying dance and not business like most of your mutual friends, and you, do, which is probably why you’d never met before. You manage to make him show you some of his dance moves, both of you slightly tipsy now, giggling at his silly dance in the middle of the street. It was easy, talking to Minho.
“Let’s go trick or treating!” he cheers, making you laugh.
“We’re 21, Minho, nobody will give us any treats.” you say, refusing to get yourself through that kind of embarrassing dumbassery on this wonderful Saturday evening.
“Nobody can see we’re too old for it through this makeup,” pouts Minho, making you laugh even harder. You’re not even sure if it’s the alcohol in your veins that makes everything he says and does so funny to you, but you just know his presence makes you giggle quite a lot.
“They can definetly see, Minho, they’re not dumb.” you say, patting him on his shoulder.
“Hmm,” he pouts, but only for a minute before he manages to change the topic with a sudden information, “I’m in a mood for some ramen.”
“Yeah, same. I haven’t had ramen in so long, dude,” you muse, your mouth already full of saliva only at the thought of the food coming in your sight.
“Let’s have ramen, then,” shrugs Minho and paces quickly in a different direction.
“Yah, where are you going?”
“To the supermarket for some ramen! And then, we’re going to my place and we’re going to eat some ramen.” he explains, not even letting you a moment to disagree with his statement as you jog to catch up with him. Perhaps he notices your alarmed expression on your face, making him quickly reassure you and your noisy thoughts.
“Don’t worry, y/n, I’m not gonna kill you. You can come over, I swear.” he says, but after he sees you still biting on your lower lip in nerves, he stops in his tracks and gazes into your eyes to comfort you.
“Really. You can trust me. We even have mutual friends, remember?” his expression is soft, dreamy, almost, making you instantly relax and nod.
“Okay.” you say, clearly missing what stranger danger means, but you feel like you can trust Minho. Right?
“Okay. Let’s go.” he nods, cheeringly going in the direction of the supermarket again, with you by his side, singing a popular song under his breath in the process.
After an enormous amount of laughter and one argument over which ramen you two should buy, you two finally reach the cashier that looked rather uninterested until she saw you, smiling and giggling under her breath. You place the two packs of ramen onto the counter, waiting for the girl to check you up and give you your delicious food into your hands.
“What a lovely couple you two are.” she smiles at the two of you after reaching out her hands in front of you with the ramen in her hold.
“We are not a couple, actually…” you mumble, feeling quite shy at her comment.
“Oh, but the matching costume…”
“That was a coincidence, really,” you laugh awkwardly, wanting to be finally on your way to Minho’s apartment, when Minho smirks behind you.
“We’re not a couple yet, but you know, perhaps this was all destiny,” he jokes, making you turn around and playfully elbow him in the ribs, a joyful giggle followed by your skeleton companion.
“I’m just joking, chill,” he says, thanking the cashier and taking the ramen into his hands, escaping the supermarket and leading you into his apartment.
The journey there is comfortable, but the atmosphere quickly changes as you reach his place, taking off your shoes to not dirty his, surprisingly, clean apartment, taking off your jacket and looking at Minho standing in the doorway and watching you. “Well, here we are. Welcome.”
“Thanks.” you shyly respond, not really knowing what to do at this point.
“Come on in, don’t just stand there,” scoffs Minho, leading you into the kitchen to cook the ramen with you right after him, watching your every step and looking around in the dark apartment, silently appreciating his choice of interior design.
“Meow!” you hear from the dark room, making you jump.
“Wow!” you jolt out, making Minho turn around to laugh at your shocked face, dropping the packs of ramen to the table and picking up his cat from under it to show it to you.
“Yeah, I kinda forgot to tell you… I have three cats, this is Soonie. Say hello, Soonie,” smiles Minho and takes the cat’s pow into his hand to make it wave to you, finally calming down your racing heart.
“Oh my god, that scared me.” you giggle, petting the cat’s head. “She’s adorable.” you mumble.
“I know, right? You should see your face,” giggles Minho, “and this is Doongie and Dori.” he says pointing at the two cats that were, very much not to your knowledge, following you to the kitchen. You shyly wave at them and mumble a quiet “Hi” to the creatures, watching them take their respectful seats under the table again.
The conversation flows freely right after, the slight scare that Minho’s cats brought you making the atmosphere much less awkward, seating yourself at his kitchen table and watching him take his role in the kitchen and cooking the ramen you’ve just bought, appreciating the way he moves through the room and still manages to keep you entertained in the conversation.
“Here you go.” smiles Minho as he places the plate with the finished food on the table in front of you, a proud grin plastered on his skeleton face.
“Thanks!” you muse, diving right in to the steaming food, slurping and enjoying every single bite of it. You know ramen is not exactly that hard to prepare, but damn did it taste amazing in the late hours of the night, hitting every nerve.
“It tastes so fucking good.” you mumble, your mouth still full of noodles.
“Chef Lee right at your service,” bows Minho, making you giggle.
In the process of eating, though, you feel a rhinestone fall off your face on the table. You frown, examining it, making another one fall down, realising that it was the steam from the ramen that made the eyelash glue BamBam put on your face dissolve and ruin your beautiful makeup.
“Wanna take it off? It’s late and it’s coming off by itself, anyway,” he asks, making you nod without a hesitation, following him into the bathroom without even washing the dishes.
Minho takes some moisturizer and a tissue from his cupboard, making you silently curse yourself for not taking makeup wipes with you and having to turn to this poor alternative, seeing how he carefully applies the cream to the fabric and moves it to your face.
“Can I?” he asks, suddenly, taking you by surprise.
“I mean… sure?”
You take a seat on the bathroom sink, watching his every move as he stands close to you and starts taking your makeup off. The action is quite relaxing as you close your eyes and let him carefully do his work, wondering how you even ended up in here. The moment feels intimate, yet you’ve only known Minho for a few hours, but you feel strangely safe in his presence as he takes care of you. You yawn a little after a few minutes, suddenly sleepy from the relaxing motions of his hand.
“Tired?” he muses, his voice low in the quiet.
You only hum in return, opening your eyes once he’s finished, finding him gazing at you with an unexplainable expression on his face.
“What?”
“Nothing.” he shakes his head and moves further away from your body, “I’ll take mine off and then I can walk you home if you’re feeling sleepy.” he says, making you nod.
Yeah, you feel kind of sad that your night with your new friend is coming to an end, but you can’t stay with him until the morning, right? And it’s getting quite late, anyway. Besides, something inside of you is telling you that this is not the last time you’re meeting the guy you’ve accidentally matched with on BamBam’s halloween party.
So you opt to wait for him in his living room, sitting at the comfortable blue sofa, surrounded by his three cats that take their seats close to you.
You don’t even know when you fall asleep when a handsome face wakes you up from your slumber, whispering into your ear as he gently picks you up from the sofa.
“I’ll let you sleep in my bed tonight. You don’t have to worry, I’ll take the couch.” he smiles when he sees your eyes open and gaze onto his face.
His features look mesmerizing, eye catching, even, without the heavy makeup that managed to hide them quite well. It was hard to make up his face behind the makeup, but when you fianally see it for the first time, you can’t help but find him really pretty. You feel kind of silly for thinking the thought and mentally slap yourself when doing so, but you just can’t stop thinking about how you find him just so beautiful. Maybe it’s the sleep taking over you, who knows?
“Sweet dreams, y/n. I’ll walk you home tomorrow, then.” he whispers into your ear, smiling at you when he drops you onto his bed.
“Sweet dreams, Minho.”
Yeah, it’s silly.
But you definitely fell asleep that night with your new friend on your mind.
Perhaps the matching costumes really were a destiny.
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Evocations: XI (A)
It was quite a run, if we're being honest, to go as long as they did. Especially considering they worked adjacent to one another.
But, it comes for all couples eventually: Late that Spring, Olivia and Alexandra had their first real fight.
They were in the park with Sky, walking her on a lunch break. Alex had gotten into the habit of taking the little dog with her to work, as long as she wasn't scheduled to be in court. The Spring air had turned warm, and they both liked to see the leaves blooming in the park, so their lunch outings were frequent.
Getting the pup had been nothing but a joy for the two of them. The little Havanese had spunk, and was utterly comical in her quirks. Contrary to their worry of Christmas morning, she hadn't been difficult to house train, and there was no way in which she wasn't spoiled rotten.
"Did you want me to make something for dinner tonight?" Liv asked Alex, keeping one eye on Sky, who was sniffing her hundredth bush.
"Better not," the blonde answered, making a face, "I'm not entirely sure yet, how long I'm going to be in the office."
"Ok," Liv nodded, but her eyes were far away, her voice tight.
"What?"
"Nothing," the brunette shrugged, but her voice was still flat. There was a beat, Alex not saying anything further, but looking at Liv impatiently. "You've just been working a lot, is all," Olivia sighed. "I feel like we haven't been spending much time together, and when we do, you're tired."
"I've always worked a lot," Alex pointed out, taken aback.
"I know. Maybe I'm just noticing it more since Sky came along. I'm not sure."
Alex worried her bottom lip with her teeth, trying to read her partner's face. "I think I spend plenty of time with Sky," she said. "And you - things have just been busy lately."
A couple passed them on the walking path, one of them pushing a stroller, and Olivia's eyes subconsciously followed it. "Alex, it's fine," she sighed, "forget I brought it up. I'm sure it won't stay this way forever. I'll come by and get Sky at the end of my shift, unless something comes up." Smiling faintly, she handed Alex the leash and turned in the direction of the precinct.
But Alexandra had caught her gaze watching the stroller, and she knew that the conversation was far from over.
. .
Olivia knocked politely before letting herself into Alex's office around 4:30 that afternoon. Sky, who had been asleep in a chair, popped her head up and came running to Liv immediately.
"Hello, Sweet Girl!" she smiled, scooping the pup into her arms. She glanced over at Alex, whose desk was buried beneath books and papers. "How goes it?"
"Oh, you know - no rest for the wicked," Alex replied without looking up.
Olivia waited a beat, to see if the blonde would say anything more. When she didn't, Liv took Sky's leash from near the door, clipped it to her collar and said, "Ok, well . . . don't forget to eat something. Message me when you're on your way home."
That was when Alex cleared her throat. "Liv. Can you sit for a second?"
She turned back from the door and set Sky back down, then sat in the armchair across from the desk.
"What is it that's really bothering you?" Alex asked. As an attorney, she never hedged her way into a difficult discussion; she never had time for it.
"I told you," Liv said, digging her heels in, "I just miss you is all."
The blonde closed her eyes for a second, not wanting to blow things up too much. "You know," she said, opening her eyes, "I saw you looking at the baby stroller today in the park." Liv said nothing, but also refused to meet Alex's gaze. "Did you want to talk about that?"
"About what? I was just looking."
Alexandra put her glasses on, pushing them up the bridge of her nose, in full lawyer mode. "You weren't just looking. You were looking longingly."
Liv was aware of her heart beginning to pound. "Is that what you saw?" Now her palms were sweating, but her words were knotted in her throat, and Olivia's eyes fell to her lap.
Alex tried again, her voice softening: "Liv. Would you like to talk about it?"
Finally, she raised her gaze and met Alex's eyes. "Do you like kids, Alexandra?"
"I, uh - " Alex leaned back heavily, "I haven't ever really been around them much, honestly. I was an only child, an overachiever who wasn't particularly popular in school . . . I didn't babysit as a teen, and I don't have many cousins."
"It never came up in any of your other relationships . . . ?" Olivia pointed out, nudging her in the right direction.
Alex grinned. "I've really only dated lawyers since college. I think we're people of a particular stripe."
"You think lawyers don't have kids?"
Alexandra's mind turned to Jack, to Ben Stone - strong men, incredible lawyers. With children. Rebecca McCoy, Peter Stone . . . children of lawyers, who she knew would have strong words to share about their fathers' absences while growing up.
"Of course they do," Alex answered, "just like doctors or firefighters do, and like hardworking SVU detectives do! What do you think any of Elliot's kids would say about it? If you asked Kathy about raising five kids, what do you think she would have to tell you?"
Liv's eyes darkened slightly. "Elliot is a great father," she said defensively.
"I don't doubt he is, Liv, when he's there - but what has he missed? Think about how much he isn't there for."
Olivia stood up then abruptly, irritated that Alex had - as always - hit the nail on the head of even her most secretive of fears. "So, then, you're saying you don't want to have children."
"I'm saying," Alex said calmly, having the advantage of courtroom experience, "that having a family is a huge undertaking, that takes a lot of planning, thinking, sacrifice! We're not - not even married yet!"
Olivia's gaze fell on Sky, whose ears were perked with her knowledge that her moms were fighting, and Liv's eyes filled with tears. She wiped angrily at the tears with the heels of her palms, refusing to shed them. "Family," she said, her voice quiet, then looked back at Alexandra, "family is the one thing I never had. I'm not sure I can accept the idea of not having my own."
"I know." The blonde was worrying her lip again. "And knowing that scares me, too."
There was further silence then, that ended with Liv scooping Sky up again. She wiped at her eyes once more, sniffed, nodded. "I'll see you when you get home," she told Alex, then left the office with just the soft click of the door shutting, and her lover's face silhouetted in the shadows of the desk lamp.
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Hiding-your-face hug for Rowaelin please
Little but cute. This is heavily influenced by where I was raised so know that where I come from we call everyone uncle and aunt if they are family friend’s since your childhood. That does not mean they are family, it’s just a type of nickname. Meaning their kids are also not your cousins! Enjoy!!
Matchmaking dances
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Aelin loved her nonna’s birthday parties.
Technically, nonna wasn’t her grandmother, but she had been in Aelin’s life since birth. Aelin’s parents were best friends with nonna’s kids, and so Aelin had been raised with her around. Her father, Rhoe, used to tell Aelin stories of his childhood. Stories of meeting her mom, Evalin, and her sister, Adelpha, when they were still kids. Stories with Viktor and Amidala, nonna’s kids, and Gavriel, Cal and Marion.
Rhoe and Evalin were the first to get married, followed then by Gavriel and Adelpha. Cal and Marion married a few years later, and in the mean time Viktor had married a woman named Gaia and Amidala married her college boyfriend, Quinn.
They had been friends since their childhoods, and when they all got married and had their own kids, they were raised together too.
Aelin’s whole childhood had been filled with memories of Elide, Aedion, Fenrys and Rowan. They had all lived near each other, but spent most of their free time in nonna’s house. Her childhood had been filled with days spent in the family estate’s garden, the house in the outskirts of the city. All five of them running around the house, almost breaking old vases and sculptures. Days spent inside the library whenever it was raining, just quietly reading or talking. Days spent at the infirmary with aunt Marion tending to their cuts and bruises, and nights spent camping on the backyard, jumping over the fire, counting the stars. All those years playing and growing together could never be forgotten by her.
The parties, however, were the best. The whole family and family friends would come together and they would celebrate from sunrise to sunrise. Aelin remembered playing tag with Elide and Fenrys. Remembered playing pranks on the adults with Aedion. Remembered grumbling every time nonna forced her and Rowan to dance. It had happened since both could walk, and it had grew extremely uncomfortable when both had the age to realize that nonna was trying to pair them up. They complained every time after that, although as they grew even older, both waited excitedly for the dancing part.
They were absolutely horrendous dancing, making up their own steps and butchering the original choreography.
Aelin barely had a memory that didn’t involve at least one of them, and she smiled whenever she thought of it.
As they grew old and moved away from the estate, the only time they really all visited at the same time was during big celebrations. Since she had opted to stay in Orynth and study art with her grand uncle Orlon, Aelin was the one that always managed to go back home and see everyone. Aedion had opted to stay in Orynth too, the two cousins sharing an apartment off campus. Elide had gone to Perranth, so she did come back but only on holidays and birthdays. To her nonna’s eternal sadness, Fen and Rowan had gone off to Doranelle, meaning that their visits were usually made by a video chat for the past three and a half years.
“Happy birthday, nonna!” Aelin said, smiling at the silver headed woman.
“A hundred and twenty seven, right?” Aedion said, and nonna hit him with a towel.
“Eighty, you little brat.” Nonna narrowed her eyes at Aedion, but he just laughed it off. “That’s why your cousin was my favorite.”
“We all know you always loved me more.” Aedion hummed, walking by her and giving her a peck on the cheek. “Is uncle Rhoe here?”
“In the back.” Nonna called and Aedion nodded, going to find Aelin’s dad.
“How is eighty, nonna?” Aelin asked softly, hugging the woman.
“Tiring. I’m sure that if I were to run after you and Rowan again to stop both from shaving off Fenrys’s dog, I’d break a hip.”
Aelin’s cheeks heated, but she smiled nonetheless. “That was once.”
“The two of you.” Nonna laughed, hugging Aelin’s side and walking her to the back. “All five were little devils, but the combination of you and Rowan alone was enough to bring this house down if you weren’t supervised.”
“It really was.” Aelin heard a sweet voice coming from the backyard, Elide walking in their direction with a devilish smile on her face. She wore a small wrap summer dress like Aelin, but instead of red, hers was purple. “It is good that Rowan didn’t go to college with Ace. I can only imagine the catastrophe.”
“You’re such a—“ Aelin said, mouthing bitch.
“I’m not stupid, Aelin Galathynius.” Nonna pestered, making sure to let Aelin know that her attempt of not cursing in front of elders had failed, and Elide cackled. “I need to speak to Aed’s mom. I’ll tell Adelpha you said hi, Aelin.”
“Thanks.” Aelin said, walking up to Elide and giving her friend a hug.
“Don’t get into trouble the two of you.”
“We would never!” Elide shouted back, but the smile she gave Aelin promised the contrary. “We have a surprise to nonna.”
“We?”
“Yes, we.” Aelin turned back at the voice, smiling at her aunt Amidala and her uncle Quinn. “My Fenrys called yesterday. He and Rowan are coming today to celebrate nonna’s birthday. Viktor and Gaia are ecstatic to see their son again.”
Aelin turned around to see her father and mother talking to Viktor and Gaia. As if they could feel her stare, both turned to her and smiled. Uncle Viktor was usually serious, reserving his smiles. Aunt Gaia, though, was always a happy presence. With her silver hair and blue eyes, the woman looked like a goddess. Rowan looked so much like both of them. He had his mother’s hair and smile, but his father’s eyes, face and seriousness. Aelin smiled back and waved at them.
“When?” She turned back to Amidala and Quinn. “I haven’t seen the two in ages.”
Aelin was beyond excited because of it. She had only talked to Ro and Fen through phone and postcards, and she couldn’t wait to see both in person again. For the next few hours, Aelin spent most of her time with Elide and Aed, all three sitting on the grass and laughing while retelling their childhood stories. They all held some sort of cocktail drink that uncle Gavriel had made them, and it was good enough that Aelin didn’t question what was inside, just asked for more when she emptied her glass. Morning ended and the afternoon sun was burning up. Aelin knew she should get up and put on some sunscreen if she didn’t want her face peppered with even more freckles, but she was feeling so calm and comfortable that she couldn’t bring herself to do so.
Coming back to nonna’s house with one of her friends always made her feel like this. She was twenty two, but sitting on the grass, laughing with Aed and Elide, she felt as if she was seven again. It was the greatest nostalgic feeling she could ever imagine.
“And then Aelin fell in the lake with Rowan.” Aedion was retelling the time both she and Rowan fell from a tree straight into the river nearby. Aedion was laughing so much he was doubling over, almost no sound coming out anymore. Aelin didn’t know if Elide was laughing at the story or at Aedion.
“Why is it always the stories where Rowan and I get fucked up that you all decide to tell?” Aelin grumbled, but she couldn’t help but laugh and smile too.
“Because you and Rowan had a penchant for trouble like no one else I have ever seen, that’s why.” Aelin heard a voice coming from behind her, and even before she could turn around, a huge smile was already on her lips. Standing there, a lot more taller than she remembered, was Fenrys.
“Oh my God!” Aelin screamed, standing up and tossing herself at Fenrys. He laughed and hugged her back, extending another arm for Elide who had also ran in his direction. “You’re back!”
“And for good this time.” Fenrys said and Aelin took a step back to stare up at him. Fen winked at her and Elide. “Ro and I decided to take the last semester in Orynth.”
“Rowan and Aelin in the same college. This will be a sight to behold.” Aedion said, getting up from his spot on the grass. He smiled at Fenrys, both sharing a hug. “Good to see you, Fen.”
Fenrys was going to reply something but Aelin interrupted him. “Where’s Rowan?”
Fenrys pointed a finger to a huge man with a silver head standing near her dad and uncles. “He’s—“
Aelin didn’t even stop to hear what he was gonna say next, tossing her sandals on the grass and running on Rowan’s direction. “Ro!”
Rowan’s head immediately snapped to her, a wide smile on his lips. He was talking something with his dad, but he fully turned to Aelin and took a few steps on her direction. Aelin threw herself at Rowan, her face hiding in his chest. His arms came around her, crushing her with the same force she was crushing him. Aelin’s feet weren’t touching the ground, Rowan holding her up by the hug.
“Oh my god, Ace.” He said, and although her face was against his chest, she could hear his smile. “I haven’t seen you in forever. I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.” She tried to say, but the words sounded muffled by his chest. He laughed, and she did too while drawing back her face and looking up at him. “Hi.”
“Hi.” He said softly.
“So,” they both broke their staring and turned to nonna standing a few feet away. Everyone was smiling at them, but nonna had be biggest smile of them all. “When are you two going to dance?”
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omg. Queen. 9 with obi if you please 😭
9) somebody asked us if we have any kids and you pulled out a picture of our dog/droid
You absolutely fucking hated family gatherings.
It was a once-a-year affair; everyone in your family was crammed into your mother’s house, humble-bragging about their achievements from kids to careers. You didn’t even know half of the people there - it would be oh, you’re my cousin’s best friend’s goldfish’s babysitter! Of course I remember you! and yes, being a Jedi is a real job because the Force does exist, Great Aunt Rita.
They’d become a lot more bearable since you’d started bringing Obi-Wan with you. Initially, you hadn’t wanted to drag him along for fear of your family tearing the poor man to shreds but it was rather the contrary. He had lovely hair and a good sense of humour; that was all he needed to win them over. In fact, you suspected they might have preferred him over you.
‘We only have to put up with this for an hour.’ You murmured under your breath. ‘It’s just a family gathering. A formality, if you will-’
‘- your Great Aunt Rita is coming over.’ Obi-Wan said.
‘We still have time to go. Quick! You get the landspeeder keys and I’ll-’
‘-no, you don’t.’ He quickly wrapped an arm around your waist, spinning you around to face your aunt. You loved her - deep, deep, deep, deep down - but maker, she was a pain in the ass.
‘Y/N!’ She grabbed you, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. ‘Oh, and Obi-Wan.’
‘It’s lovely to see you again.’ He smiled. God, what a suck up.
‘I can’t believe it’s been two years!’ She declared. ‘Any children yet? Babies on the way?’
‘Not ye-’
‘- yes.’ Obi-Wan cut you off. You blinked at him with wide eyes; then you realised. He was about to start talking about-
‘- we have two droids.’ He continued, pulling his wallet out of his pocket. How was it that one of the most bad-ass Jedi to ever exist carried around pictures of his droids? ‘That one is R4 and the blue one is R2.’
‘They’re very well behaved.’ You tried to fight back a wicked laugh. ‘We’ve been considering adopting another one.’
‘Right.’ Your aunt blinked at you over her thick glasses. ‘And...how old are they?’
‘They’re ageless.’ You replied. ‘I don’t suppose you know much about-’
‘- Y/N!’ Obi-Wan lightly smacked your hand, giving you a behave! look. ‘It’s been lovely catching up with you, Rita.’
He quickly took you by the waist and dragged you away from the poor woman, both of you stumbling into a fit of giggles as you turned the corner and away from her. Obi was red in the face, stifling a laugh with his hand as he fell back against the wall.
‘That was mean.’ He tried to tell you off, but the grin on his face implied his words were anything but. ‘She only asked a question.’
‘You were the one who pulled out the droids!’ You reminded him.
‘She asked about our children. Droids are basically-’
‘- they are not children!’ You cut him off. ‘But for the look on her face, I’m willing to tell her that they’re top of the class at droid school.’
‘A private one, I assume?’ He grinned at you, thumbs absent-mindedly rubbing over your hands.
‘Obviously.’ You replied. ‘Only the best for the Kenobi children.’
#obi-wan x reader#obi-wan imagine#obi-wan kenobi x reader#obi-wan kenobi imagine#obi-wan blurb#obi-wan kenobi blurb#star wars x reader#star wars imagine
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By the River
Member: Shownu
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,9k
Summary: You watch the sunrise from your favorite place in your hometown, when you are suddenly interrupted by a handsome stranger.
She was sitting on the little concrete slope near the river. Once it was probably used to let boats into the water, but that had stopped even before she was born. Now it was just one of the nicest places to sit and think. With the river to her right and the embankment to her left she was surrounded by trees in this little nook.
She used to come here quite often when she still lived nearby with her parents but by now she had moved into the city and the visits to her parents were less frequent than she was comfortable with. Work had taken up way too much of her life and driving home with public transport had always been a hassle. So over time the visits got rarer and rarer, making her miss this place and her parents even more. No matter where she went she always treasured this little fleck of earth in the town she grew up in and spent so many happy years of her childhood. Whenever she came back a smile always adorned her face no matter if it was snowing, bright sunshine, or raining like it just had a second ago.
It had been a nice summer shower, washing away the dust and the dry heat. Unfortunately it was over before it even really began. Her clothes had already dried within the last few minutes but the remaining raindrops on the embankment still glistened in the now returned sun.
This wasn’t a famous tourist spot or a hotspot of the local youth, no this was her secret spot. The spot she spent so many hours as a kid, talking to her friends or just being alone with her thoughts. In this little niche beside the river she had her privacy. If she wanted to cry nobody would notice and if she laughed nobody would care.
It had been the right choice to take the week off, to get away from work and to spend her little vacation here, right where she would always belong. The week housesitting for her parents brought back so many memories, memories that were still ever present in the house itself, be it the old photobooks in her dad’s office or the big framed picture depicting all her family members, her uncles, her cousins and she herself: A young girl forced to wear a dress to look pretty but her hair the usual unkempt mess. She was sitting next to her mom and desperately tried to hide a patched-up finger behind her back but the white bandages still shone brightly next to her dark blue dress.
She stretched her arms into the air and a yawn escaped her mouth. It had been worth getting up at 5 a.m., seeing the sun rise over the horizon, colouring the sky in a bright orange was a sight that was worth every minute of lost sleep. She probably should go back to get ready for the day but not yet, instead she rolled her jacket into a little pillow and layed down on the hard concrete, the tiny stones hurting her back a little but not enough to make her want to leave. She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. The earthy smell of petrichor and the fresh scent of the river filled her lungs and she smiled to herself.
She truly loved this place.
The sound of the steady waves lapping on to the shore whenever a boat went past, the screeching of the lone seagull that had made its way down south and the rustling of the wind in the leaves around her lulled her into a comfortable nothingness.
Her reverie was interrupted by an unfamiliar smell and the sound of the dry grass being crunched under someone’s feet. Lazily she opened her eyes only to look up at a young man around her age.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't want to wake you.” He took a step back. “I'd better leave".
"No worries." She sat up and turned around to look at him properly. He was wearing a pair of black running shorts and a black sleeveless top. His hair was disheveled and still wet either from the rain or from the sweat that was also running down his arms making them shimmer in the morning sun. “I wasn't really sleeping and I should probably leave soon anyway."
"I didn't mean to drive you away. It's not like I own the place." He shrugged his shoulders and smiled shyly.
"True" she giggled. He looked kind and trusting. His eyes radiated a calm and warm aura that made her feel instantly comfortable around him. "Do you wanna sit down?"
"Yeah, if you wouldn't mind." He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, so that it no longer stuck to his forehead but now lay in strands.
She scooted over and gestured at him to sit down. "Not at all. There’s plenty of room for the both of us."
He sat down next to her, adjusting a bit so that their shoulders would be far enough apart.
"I'm sorry that this is gonna sound like one of those cheesy pick up lines but do you come here often?"
A sweet laugh left her mouth, as warm as the summer sun. "Cheesy doesn't necessarily mean bad, I mean that one's a classic.”
"No,” He corrected quickly “I just meant that I've never seen you around here."
"I used to live here when I was younger,” She brushed off the sand from her calves and unfolded her little jacket pillow. “Now I'm just housesitting. What about you?" She looked into his eyes as if it was the most natural thing, somehow awkwardness never crossed her mind.
"I've discovered this place on one of my morning runs.” He leaned forward to tighten the knot on his bright blue sneakers. "And now I always stop by here each morning when I'm done."
"Commendable"
"If you say so.” He smiled at her, his face losing all its rough features instantly. “I just really like this place.” His gaze wandered over to the water that was slowly receding only to be pushed back onto the shore. "It's nice to just sit, watch the waves and just be for a second."
"I agree.” she said. “Nobody really bothers you, well normally at least." She scrunched up her nose and they both laughed.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” he apologized, still smiling brightly.
“Soo…” she leaned back examining his broad back and shoulders trying to read the letters that were printed on his shirt. “Sho-”
“-Shownu.” he finished.
“So, what brings you to this neck of the woods, Shownu? I mean there isn't really anything here.” Her hometown had always been a place for old people, sure they had an elementary school but that was about it. The local businesses were slowly moving to the city and apart from one big company, a few bakers and supermarkets it was pretty much just a residential area. No nightlife, on the contrary even, this neck of the woods still clung to their night and sunday rest rules so tightly that loud music after 10 p.m. could easily be answered by the old lady two houses over calling the police on you. The cinema in the nearest town had gone bankrupt and you had to drive half an hour by bus to even get to a decent clothing store. It was no wonder that everyone moved to the city when they finally got the chance.
"Well, I got seconded here a few months back. I work over there.” He pointed to the big building visible on the horizon on the other side of the river. “I found a nice flat on this side so I just took it. The ferry isn’t that bad of a commute”
“I loved to ride the ferry as a kid.” She said enthusiastically, remembering all the times she went over to the other side to go to the beach or to walk around with her friends and their dogs.
“Well it gets old rather quickly I can tell you. But the water and the fresh air is a nice wake up on an early morning.” He leaned back steading himself on his hands.
“And how do you like it here so far?” she asked, playing around with the little blade of grass she had plucked to her right.
“To be honest, in the beginning it was quite the change. I grew up in a big city and was always so used to the bustle on the streets and the huge amount of people. This is the complete opposite. I mean I once went a day without seeing another human soul on the streets. It had quite the apocalyptic vibe.” He laughed.
“It probably just meant that the local football team was playing.” She shrugged. Those had been the best days, when almost everyone was out and no one roamed the streets anymore. As a child she used those days to play badminton in the streets with her brother or go for a walk without ever meeting anyone. It was a nice change of pace each time.
“That makes sense. Anyway it’s actually really nice to live here.”
“Why is that? I mean I know my reason but I’d like to hear yours.” The blade of grass in her hand was now a tiny ball of knots. She put it down beside her and gave it a little flick, watching it roll down the concrete and into the water.
“I think it’s quite idyllic. When I lived in the city everything seemed so cold, distant and impersonal. In comparison this place feels unbelievably warm. This is probably gonna sound stupid but it feels loved”
She didn’t answer. Instead she just looked at his profile, at the kindness in his eyes and let his words slowly sink in. This place feels loved. To hear someone else say this made her incredibly happy.
“Sorry that was a bit weird.” he said sitting back up, looking at her.
“No, not at all.” She let her head sink between her knees looking out onto the shoreline and the line of grasses which gently swayed in the wind.
“I’m really telling you everything here, huh” he chuckled a little shyly and rubbed the back of his head.
“Sure seemed that way.” she smiled.
“Must be this place, makes it way too easy to open up to a complete stranger. Well now you owe me one. What brought you back here?”
“Since we are already on the sappy side of things I can just hop onto the train.” She took a deep breath and sighed “I miss this place. It makes life seem so simple and easy. I can forget about work and the stress of the city when I come here.” She smiled, more to herself that to anybody and her eyes were clouded with nostalgia. “In the end it’s home, simple as that.”
Without warning a loud ringing tone interrupted their conversation. “Oh sh*t.” Shownu got up, quickly turning off the alarm on his phone. “I’m sorry to just leave like this.”
“Nah it’s fine. Wouldn’t want you to be late for work. I better get going as well.” She got up and wrapped her jacket around her hips.
“Hope to see you again soon” he said and sprinted off.
Me too, she thought. Maybe just now she found another reason to come back here more often.
#mx#monstax#fanfiction#monstax fanfiction#shownu#son hyun-woo#shownu fluff#shownu x reader#aprils fanfiction#aprils arcadia
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croissants and pomeranians
pairing: kim taehyung x female reader
genre/s: college!au, dancer!taehyung, dancer!jimin, non-idol!au
word count: 5.5k
warnings: none! :) lots of fluff
summary: you want to adopt a puppy, and come across a pair of pomeranians. they’re absolutely perfect, the only problem is that your apartment building only allows one dog, and the two puppies are brothers that cannot be separated. luckily, kim taehyung has a solution for you, which happens to involve dates at the dog park, froyo and strawberry croissants.
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You never thought you’d say it (or rather, think it) but the sound of rowdy traffic was oddly nice. Well, not nice, per se, but just—a reminder that the outside world still existed.
That was nice to know, after having stayed at home, doing work for your finals for the past two weeks.
Your friends had called you multiple times, each call more desperate as you refused their offers each time. It’s not that you didn’t want to go with them. It was just that it was your final year of college and you couldn’tfail. You didn’t have anything to fall back on, and this was it, for you.
“Y/N,” Jimin, your best friend and classmate, had whined on his third call to you earlier that day, “Pleaseeeee come with me to Seulgi-noona’s party. I need a friend to go with me!”
“Jimin,” You’d sighed, and he immediately started on his next, pre-prepared spiel, anticipating your rejection:
“Please, please, please! You won’t fail from just one night out, I’ve done all the calculations for you, you’ll be fine! You get good grades, anyway, you’ll be fine, you’re way smarter than me—,”
“Jimin, I really can’t,” You’d cut him off, genuinely upset at having to disappoint your best friend. But you seriously didn’t have a choice. Contrary to what Jimin had said, you got mediocre, passing grades—that wasn’t going to cut it for you to make it into what you wanted to do. “I’m sorry. I’ll go with you after the exams are over!”
“It’s not good for you to be alone up there all the time,” He’d said after a short moment, “I would visit if I could but I lost my train card and I live too far away to walk—,”
“It’s okay,” You’d told him with a laugh, “Seriously, thanks, but don’t worry about it. I’m okay alone, and besides, you call me like seven times a day.”
“I just miss you,” He’d said, his voice suddenly very small, and your heart clenched a bit, “At least get a puppy or something. I don’t want you to come out of your apartment after finals and be completely insane.”
You’d chuckled, “I’ll think about it, Jimin.”
And it was partially Jimin’s speech that spurred you to actually, finally leave and take a short break outside.
Well, you were still going to study—just, at your aunt’s coffee shop instead of cooped up in your apartment—at your aunt’s insistence, of course. So, never one to refuse her, you’d packed up your laptop and books and headed out.
The café was very small, but its quaintness was what made it homely to you. Although you didn’t have much time to visit, this had been your favourite place to go after school as a kid.
Pushing your way through the door with your elbow, bag in hand, you said a quick hello to the cashier—who was just your cousin. She loved working here, as far as you could tell, and she gave you a very excited wave in reply, before returning to the customer who was speaking to her.
You pulled out a chair by the window, on the stools, and sat, spreading out your schoolwork and putting in your earphones. Admittedly, though, you found yourself more than distracted by the cars zooming through the streets outside. Maybe it was a coping mechanism from the stress of exams that felt like they were going to break your back—the want to find some sort of distraction. You hadn’t talked to anybody in weeks.
Come to think of it, that very short exchange with your cousin was the first human interaction you had had in a whole fourteen days. That brought a scoff to your lips, and you sighed, letting yourself sink into your chair, your posture sagging. What were your friends up to? You’d declined their past two invites to parties because there was just too much work to do, and they had seemed to give up after the second…
It was only when somebody put a hand on your shoulder and said, “You’re studying English?” that you were finally shocked out of your daydreaming and whipped around to see a curious face peering at your laptop screen. He didn’t do it rudely, but just in a purely inquisitive way. So, while you might have rushed to shut your laptop in any other situation, his shining eyes and the quirk at the corner of his mouth made you do otherwise.
Instead of panicking, you forced yourself to be calm, and then said with a smile, “Yeah, I’m planning on moving out of Korea once I graduate.”
You took this moment to take a good look at his face—his light-brown hair looked freshly-dyed, curls falling into his eyes. His eyes were pretty; he appeared to have some sort of coloured lense in, and immediately your interest was piqued. By the lense, yes, but also because his face was very handsome.
He made a look that seemed almost…impressed, and then set his things down in the seat next to you, moving to sit, “I wish I was smart enough to do that.”
You flushed, “I’m sure you are! I’m struggling as it is anyway—finals are next week and this is the first time I’ve left my apartment in ages.”
He leant with one elbow against the table, chin on his hand, and replied, “Nah, I gave up on school ages ago,” he grinned mischievously, “Barely made it out of high school in one piece.”
“You know some basic stuff though,” You blurted in your rush to find something to fill the silence, and immediately your face flustered red, “Sorry, that’s not what I meant—I’m sure you—,”
“It’s okay,” He laughed, and when he playfully reached over to lightly push your shoulder, “You’re cute. I doknow some basic stuff, fortunately.”
Cute. Cute.
“Uh—yeah,” You stuttered, tongue-tied, “Um, did you want to get anything to eat?” At this point, your laptop had long since fallen asleep, its screen darkened, and you glanced at your reflection. You were met with your pink flush and suddenly felt very embarrassed so you shut your computer quickly, “I could buy us something—,”
“I already got stuff,” He said, waving you off with a boyish smile, “It’s all good. Thanks, though. I hope you like strawberry croissants.”
You furrowed your brows, tilting your head in confusion, “Yeah, I do, but I didn’t buy anything—,”
Suddenly, your cousin was walking towards you with two plates—sure enough, confirming your suspicions—containing a strawberry croissant on each one. This boy was toosmooth.
“Hey,” You said in an almost scolding tone, “You shouldn’t have gotten me anything.” But as your cousin set down the plates in between you, shooting you a suggestive wink, you couldn’t protest much more. They really did look really good, and you’d skipped breakfast…andlunch…
“I wasn’t going to just eat and let you go hungry,” He said, with a pout in his tone—like a puppy. It was too much for your heart, so you caved—not that you were going to fight against the croissant much anyway, but you took the plate anyway, sliding it over to your side of the table, as he took his one.
“Thank you,” You said graciously, shyly, “You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” He said, cheeks dimpling, “Let’s eat. This is my favourite croissant from here.”
“You’re a regular here?” You said, genuinely surprised, “I hadn’t realised.”
“I’m a dancer and our studio is just around the corner,” He explained, as he took a bite and gestured for you to do the same. He chewed with his mouth closed—which you appreciated very much—and swallowed before continuing, “My friends and I come here a lot. They were going to a party though, and I didn’t feel up to it so I just decided to get something to eat instead.” He shot you a wink, “And you happened to be here. Better than any party could have been.”
“And now we’re here,” You said, doing your best to fight off the blush, even as your heart pounded, “You’re being very smooth for someone I met five minutes ago, you know?”
“Five minutes?” He pretended to look affronted, glancing at his watch, “Excuse me, it’s been a solid eleven minutes, thank you.”
“Eleven minutes,” You said flatly, raising a brow and taking another bite of your croissant, “Same difference.”
“I thought youwere the smart one here,” He said, humouring you, “Seems almost like,” He paused, pretending to count on his fingers, and you interrupted him when he got to his ninth finger.
“You won’t have enough,” You said, in that baby-tone that you would use to speak to a puppy—jokingly, “Trust me. There’s a solid ten fingers and eleven minutes won’t fit on there.” You patted his hand and he scrunched his nose.
“I have toes, too, you know,” He said through his pout and shining, amused eyes, “That makes twenty.”
The conversation was going so well—you would have liked to stay there for hours just talking, because it really was a nice break from all the work you had been doing, but it wasn’t five minutes later that your aunt burst through the back door and offered you to go upstairs for a quiet place to study.
You were going to decline—you really were, but she had apparently called ahead and asked your cousin to make you a coffee already, which was already upstairs, so you couldn’t say no. Your aunt was sweet, really, and she just wanted to help you out. It was well-appreciated, but…you glanced at the brown-haired, pretty boy as you stood to leave.
“Well, since you’re a regular, I’ll see you around, right?” You said, running a hand through your ponytail and giving him a smile.
“Yeah, you will,” He said, grinning softly, “Happy studying.”
It wasn’t until you were already upstairs, and halfway through your introduction paragraph for your essay due in three days that you realised you never asked the guy for his number, or his name, for that matter. But when you rushed downstairs to check if he was still there, his seat was empty—only two empty, strawberry-jam-stained plates remained on the tabletop.
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The day after your last exam, you decided to take on Jimin’s advice. Your best friend gave plenty of advice, regularly, in his constant rants about all sorts of things, but today you were at the animal shelter to adopt a puppy.
Although you hadn’t thought much of it when Jimin had suggested it to you, after a few days you’d decided it was probably a good idea to adopt a puppy—especially now that you were done with school. Your apartment building allowed a small dog anyway, and you thought it would be very nice to have a companion.
It did get lonely sometimes.
There were a few in a pen on the floor, where a couple of kids were watching the dogs excitedly, reaching into the pen while a few of the volunteer workers frantically stopped them with strained smiles.
It was a weekday, so you’d expected that the shelter wouldn’t be so crowded so that you could stay for longer without feeling claustrophobic, but it was unexpectedly quite filled—that wasn’t going to stop you today, though. You were on a mission.
Unable to restrain the urge to cuddle a puppy, you began to make your way over, and upon glimpsing the cluster of fluff rolling around the pen your heart melted. There were two, in particular, who were particularly close to where you were standing, a bit separated from the other bunch, and you knelt down to get a closer look.
They were little Pomeranian puppies, you noted, as you cooed at the way the two dogs both looked up at you with their (literal) glowing, puppy-dog eyes. One in particular, the slightly bigger one with a less symmetrical face (but equally as cute), got up and sniffed at you, and you ‘awwed’ aloud, unable to hold back. You knelt down by the pen and reached in a hand gently and slowly, for the little puppy to sniff at.
A volunteer worker quickly approached you—a nice-looking woman who gave you a warm smile, “These two are brothers. Do you want to hold them?”
“Oh, yes, please,” You said eagerly, glancing up to meet her eyes even though it was almost impossible to tear your gaze from the little puppies, “Um, can I hold the bigger one first?”
“Of course,” The woman said, picking up the puppy with ease, “He’s really good. Cheerful and very friendly, I think you’d get along with him.”
You hummed as she passed the puppy to you, and the Pomeranian snuggled into your arms as you stroked his black-and-orange fur. Immediately, you were in love—how could you not be? The little dog was too endearing, and he started whining when you stopped petting him to get a better look at his cute little face.
However, it wasn’t long before his brother, the smaller but practically identical Pomeranian, who was left in the pen, started whining—and you couldn’t keep them apart anymore.
Instantly, the problem hit you. This puppy was it for you—he was the one you wanted, but…there was no way you’d be able to take in two dogs with the restrictions that your apartment building had on pets, and also just your budget and time. But…you couldn’t find it in yourself to separate the two.
Especially when you put the puppy back and his brother snuggled right back into his side, nudging him with his button nose.
Heaving a sigh, you forced yourself up to your feet and told the woman, “I don’t think I can adopt them both…”
“Ah, well,” She said, with a comforting smile and patting you on the shoulder, “There are always other puppies!”
And then she was gone, off to help somebody else, but your mind was still consumed by the thought of the Pomeranian puppy and his smaller brother. You knew you had to leave; there was no way you could adopt two dogs—
You didn’t even want to entertain that idea and tempt yourself. It was too much, but…the little puppy was still looking up at you and it was too much for your weak heart to leave him.
So instead of making any sort of decision, you just decided to sit there, thinking, and stroking both of the Pomeranians longingly, trying to figure out a solution.
You were sure you were there for so long that the volunteers started giving you strange looks.
It must’ve been almost an hour later when somebody sat down next to you. Their presence didn’t even register in your mind; you were lost in thought and absently stroking the now-asleep dogs, but then they spoke.
“They’re cute, right?”
For a second you thought it was another volunteer worker, and you prepared yourself to apologise and explain that you couldn’t take both—you didn’t want to look away from the puppies, so instead you glanced at the stranger’s shoes, noting that they weren’t the compulsory boots the volunteers had to wear, and your well-rehearsed (not really) rant was stopped before it escaped your mouth.
“Oh, yeah, they really are,” You said instead, sighing deeply, “But I can’t take both so I’ve been sitting here for ages just trying to decide what to do. They’re too cute but they’re brothers and my apartment building only allows—,” and then you cut yourself off, realising that you were sharing too much information. When you glanced up, finally, though, your eyes widened, “Wait, you’re the strawberry-croissant guy from the café?”
“Strawberry-croissant guy?” He said with an amused gleam in his eyes, “I guess I am. You’re the girl who’s studying English and wants to leave Korea after graduation, huh?”
“Yeah,” You said, suddenly feeling elated at seeing this guy again, “Sorry for rambling to you just then.”
“No, it’s really okay,” He said, his expression genuinely interested, and your heart warmed when he motioned for you to continue.
You cleared your throat, feeling a bit embarrassed but encouraged, “I’m only allowed to have one dog, but I can’t separate them and I’m in love with this guy,” you pointed at the slightly bigger puppy, the one you were in love with, “So I’ve just sat here for an hour.”
“Well,” He said after a brief moment of silence, reaching a hand in to pet the other puppy—the smaller one, “I think I have a solution for you.” The puppy sniffed at his hand and then practically leapt in, fitting perfectly into his palm.
“He likes you,” You cooed, picking up the larger puppy and taking him into your lap, where you sat cross-legged on the floor. The guy did the same, and so you each had a small Pomeranian cuddled up to you.
“I’d say the same about yours,” He said, his eyes creasing into a smile, “I’m Taehyung, by the way. I can’t believe I didn’t get your name the other day.”
“I’m Y/N,” You said eagerly, “And he’s not mine yet.”
“I’ll adopt Tannie if you adopt yours,” Taehyung said, looking down at the little puppy in his lap affectionately, “So they won’t be apart from each other.”
“What do you mean?” You furrowed your brows, looking to your side to meet his eyes, “We don’t live together…um, right?”
“Yeah, I know, I’m pretty sure we don’t—,” He suddenly started sounding a bit flustered as he avoided your gaze, “I mean, like, if we each take one of them then we can let them meet and have little dog dates for them? I mean, if you’d like…” He bit his lip nervously, eyes finally flitting up to gauge your reaction.
You smiled, endeared by his adorableness, “Of course, I’d love that. And, wait—you already named him?”
A smile brightened Taehyung’s face again, and although you couldn’t see his mouth, it was obvious he was happy by the way his eyes lit up, “Yeah, I chose a name on the way here. Yeontan. How about yours?”
“I haven’t actually chosen one,” You said, suddenly feeling sheepish. Were you supposed to name your dog beforehand? “I’ve never owned a dog before so I don’t know how that all works.”
He chortled, bumping you with his shoulder, “Y/N, you just choose a name. There’s nothing special about it.”
“Hey, it’s special for me,” You said defensively, though you felt the heat rise to your cheeks when he scrunched his face jokingly and responded, “It’s like adopting a child, isn’t it?”
You sighed dramatically as you glanced down at your puppy, your new child, “It really is.”
***
y/n: i named my puppy
taehyung: finally! what did you decide on? i was getting all tongue-tied calling him ‘the big one out of the two small pomeranians we decided to adopt together’
y/n: his name is byeol :)
taehyung: ahhhh cute
taehyung: tannie’s been whiney lately :(
y/n: aw, why? byeol’s been good so far
taehyung: he misses his big brother, he wants to go to the dog park with him
y/n: lmao so now you understand dog hm?
taehyung: hey hey you understand english and i understand dog, people are different okay?
y/n: of course of course, there’s no judgement here lol
y/n: dog park by the café tomorrow, noon?
taehyung: how about this afternoon? three?
y/n: okay
y/n: you’re too smooth it’s unfair
taehyung: see you there ;)
Setting your phone on your bedside table, you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your lips and you let out a little giggle. Even Byeol, curled up in your lap, seemed intrigued by whatever had made you happy, and he lifted his head to nudge your hand.
“We’re gonna go see Tannie,” You cooed to him, scratching his head gently, “Do you miss your little brother?”
In answer, Byeol’s eyes lit up, and you laughed as he started doing excited laps around your bed. Having a companion was definitely worth it.
You didn’t know why but an hour later, at 2:30pm, you found yourself staring at your closet for much longer than you had anticipated. At this point, you wouldn’t make it to the dog park on time to meet Taehyung. You didn’t even know why you felt the need to even entertain the idea of dressing up—you never would have even considered it on any other trip to the park but for somereason your mind was deciding to be stupid—
Frustrated, you let out a groan and Byeol, who had been circling your feet for the past ten minutes you had been standing at your closet, turned his head up at you curiously.
“Byeol-ie,” You grumbled, sitting down on the carpet and tugging your little puppy into a hug, “I can’t find clothes to wear.”
Of course, Byeol didn’t reply—he was focused on cuddling into your arms and you didn’t object. You would never object to cuddles with Byeol. He was super soft and far too cute to be true, and your frustration was immediately forgotten as you nuzzled your face into Byeol’s fur, “I love you, Byeol-ie.”
In the end, you collected yourself, sucked it up and just picked some damn clothes, put Byeol on his leash and then began the walk to the park.
It was just Taehyung. Right? Yeah.
Byeol was a good distraction from your thoughts—what even were these thoughts? No, there were no thoughts. No thoughts. Definitely none about Taehyung. None about his pretty eyes or his curly hair. Or his boxy smile. Or—
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No more of that.
You focused on Byeol, who was absolutely giddy with energy. He was bounding around in all directions, although you kept his leash at a safe length so he wouldn’t run onto the road or get lost somewhere. His excitement seriously reflected that of a small child and it was super endearing.
You got to the dog park at five past three, and spotted Taehyung immediately, on his phone, sitting on one of the benches, already in the little dog pen that they had for the small dogs.
He glanced up every few seconds to check on Yeontan, but the little puppy was waiting at his feet, looking around shyly every time he looked up (or rather, down). He kept trying to encourage the little pomeranian to interact with the other dogs, but Yeontan was adamant on waiting, which made you giggle.
You took a quick look at him and noticed that he had on one of those black headbands that athletic people wore, his bangs tucked over it, hair catching the sunlight in just the right way that made it look sparkly.
Almost exactly at that moment, you got a text from him:
taehyung: i’m here, are you close?
y/n: look up, to your left :)
He glanced up and when he caught sight of you, his face immediately lit up with a boxy grin, and you waved at him, a laugh spilling from your lips. Byeol spotted him then, and immediately he started barking excitedly and tugging on the leash to meet Yeontan.
Finally, tugged along by Byeol (who was surprisingly verystrong when he was excited), you approached him and pushed open the gate to the dog pen. Once the gate was securely shut again, you unclipped Byeol from his leash and he was bounding off immediately off to Yeontan. Said puppy had also started barking and running towards Byeol instantly—and when the two dogs met in the middle they excitedly circled each other and seemed to converse with each other very happily.
You went over to Taehyung, and you spoke first, “Hey! Sorry, I got caught up at one of the crossings.”
“It’s okay,” He replied with a smile, putting an arm over your shoulder and squeezing you close for a second, before letting you go, which surprised you—it made your heart spin in a way you weren’t sure how to interpret, “I thought you were going to ditch me for a sec,” He joked lightly.
“I’m sorry,” You said genuinely, meeting his eyes, “I wouldn’t ditch you, Byeol was way too excited for me to not come. The moment I told him we were going to see Tannie he was practically out the door.”
“Tannie was too shy to play with any other dogs,” Taehyung said with a little chuckle, “He really missed his brother. Thank you for coming.”
“It’s okay, I wanted to,” You said with a half-smile, “I like talking to you.”
“I like talking to you, too,” He said sincerely, his eyes gleaming euphorically at your words, “You’re good at talking.” He suddenly did a double-take, “Sorry, that was really strangely-worded lmao I think I—,”
You burst out laughing, “Did you seriously just say ‘lmao’ out loud?”
He flushed, “Sorry, it’s a habit, I talk to Tannie like I’m texting him, so I just um, slipped, I’m sorry that was really weird.”
“It’s okay, it’s kind of cute,” You said, unable to hold back your giggles, “I think it’s weird but in a cute way, you know?”
“Um, I think?” He said, his cheeks still rosy, “I think I get what you mean. You’re weird in a cute way, too—damn, I screwed up again didn’t I—,”
Suddenly feeling brave, you silenced him by taking his face gently in your hands, taking a brief second to admire the way his eyes shone in the golden sunlight, before you leant up and pressed a kiss to his lips. It was soft and nice and more than enough to make your heart skip a beat—or two, or three. He put an arm around your waist gently, and although the kiss was completely innocent, the feeling of his lips on yours made you feel weak in the knees. Suddenly you were thankful that you were sitting, or you would most certainly have lost your balance.
When you pulled away, a few seconds later, you were exhilarated and there was a long silence where you stayed in his arms, breathing soft, until he broke it and murmured, “Your eyes are so pretty in the sun.”
Before you could respond, a pair of pomeranians called Yeontan and Byeol who ran into your legs, yapping excitedly as they hopped around each other.
Catching your breath, you leant down and picked Byeol up, immediately cooing, “Aww, little Byeol-ie wants to play!” He excitedly licked at your hands, his eyes wide and almost smiling, “I love you Byeol-ie, aww, yeah, I love you—,” you kissed his head and he barked happily. Setting him down carefully, you told Taehyung, meeting his eyes but suddenly feeling a bit shy, “I think they want to play.”
He was looking at you already, a smile in his eyes, and he replied, “How about we take them on a walk on the way to froyo?”
“We’re getting froyo?” You said, eyes widening—you tried not to make it obvious, but based on the way Taehyung’s expression changed to one of pure amusement, you assumed that you weren’t successful in hiding your immediate excitement, “I love froyo! Do they allow puppies though?”
“I know the owners so we can just bring them in,” Taehyung said reassuringly, and you were on your feet in an instant, clasping Byeol’s leash back onto his collar.
“Let’s go, then,” You said, cheeks dimpling into a smile, “Come on, Byeol-ie!”
Too distracted by the thought of frozen yoghurt, you missed Taehyung’s adoring gaze as he watched you skip over to the gate.
***
The froyo shop was very cute—it was small, kind of like your aunt’s café, but it was set up like an icecream shop. After ensuring that Byeol and Yeontan were secure and their leashes were looped onto one of the poles right on the doorstep of the shop, you excitedly rushed to get into the shop. The fruity smell immediately engulfed you. It had been a long time since you’d gotten any sort of dessert, and the thought of eating frozen yoghurt made you more excited than you would have liked to admit.
But when you looked up, your jaw dropped—
“Y/N, what?”
“Jimin?”
Sure enough, your best friend—Park Jimin, the one and only, your classmate and tutor and advice-giver, was standing behind the counter, his eyes wide. And then, his gaze drifted to the figure behind you—Taehyung, and Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed.
“You two know each other?” Jimin said, astonished, “I didn’t realise you’d ever even met.”
“We met a week and a bit ago,” Taehyung said, putting a hand on the small of your back and encouraging you to approach the counter, probably so that you could actually start looking at the flavours, “We adopted dogs together. Are we allowed to bring them in, by the way? Tannie and Byeol are waiting outside.”
“You have dogs? You don’t live together, do you? Wait, Y/N, how could you go to the animal shelter without bringing me?” Jimin said, looking affronted.
“I just took your advice about getting a puppy,” You said, still in shock, “Why are you at a froyo shop? And how do you know Taehyung?”
“I’m a dancer, remember? We dance together, and his dad owns this shop,” Taehyung explained.
“You dance?” You spun to face Jimin, drowned in surprise, and Jimin exclaimed, “Y/N, dude, I’ve told you before, I swear I have.”
“Okay, to be honest you probably have,” You sighed, reminding yourself that you had a terrible memory and it was more likely that you’d forgotten—to be honest. Not only that, but the topic of dancing didn’t come up often with Jimin; since it wasn’t something you had in common. But still—Seoul was a pretty damn big city, how did thishappen?
“Bring the dogs in, I need to meet them immediately. You can put them in the backyard,” Jimin demanded, before motioning for the two of you to come forward, “What flavour of froyo do you want?”
***
The next week, you were sitting with Jimin on campus at school, during break. It had been a pretty lazy week for you, since most of your assessments were finished and these were just conclusion lessons for you. You’d had much more time to take care of Byeol, and also—of course—Yeontan, and by extension also talk to Taehyung.
“So, wait, I don’t see you for like two weeks and you made outwith my dance partner andadopted a dog with him? And you didn’ttellme?” Jimin exclaimed—his tone teasing, as he took a bite out of his sandwich.
“We didn’t make out,” You sighed, even though you knew it was useless—Jimin was very stubborn about teasing you, “And I would have told you when I saw you next. On a much more important note, why didn’t you tell me you owned a froyo shop? You knowI love froyo.”
“I literally did,” He rolled his eyes, tone light, “Your memory just sucks, Y/N. I can’t believe my two best friends betrayedme and got together.”
“Jimin, I didn’t even know you were friends with Taehyung,” You said, shoving his shoulder playfully.
“I swear I’ve told you,” Jimin began, but you rolled your eyes playfully.
“Oh, stop using that excuse, I know my memory doesn’t suck thatmuch,” You said with a scoff, narrowing your eyes jokingly, and Jimin laughed, “You can’t get away with everything, Jimin-ie.”
Before he could respond, your phone lit up, and Jimin was immediately leaning over eagerly, “It’s Taehyung, isn’t it? I swear you two are always texting.” He returned to eating his sandwich as he waited for you to finish texting Taehyung back.
taehyung: i’m at the pet shop, how many cans of dog food do we need
y/n: i need three and you need four so
taehyung: but i can’t use my fingers to add them up :( i’m texting you with my fingers
y/n: use your toes, remember you have twenty in total?
taehyung: dang it i knew you were the smart one
You giggled before switching your phone off and finally opening your bag to pull out the lunch that you had bought for yourself this morning—two strawberry croissants.
The sunlight was soft and nice and pretty; the thought brightened your face with a smile, especially when your phone lit up with a new text:
taehyung: dog park by the café, 3pm?
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hey! so i made a post about fic requests some time ago that I totally didn’t forget about, and here’s my first one! it was requested by @finiangilwraeth (tysm!) and it’s a coming out scene for fin from the aurora cycle bc he deserves love and acceptance! i’m sorry it took me so long to finish it, but I really wanted to make sure I was getting the writing style right bc i pretty much never write in first person and also procrastinated reading aurora burning which i specifically told myself i would finish so i didn’t rewrite his coming out scene if he had a canon one. so yeah! enjoy :)
People like to pretend things are black and white.
You like dogs or cats, prefer hot or cold, you’re quiet or loud. But despite any amount of protest to the contrary, things aren’t so… dichotomous. People are complex, and weird, and amazing, really, in their depth. Most stuff is far from mutually exclusive. And attraction is one of those things.
Why I’m thinking about that in the middle of the day on an extremely specialized spaceship that’s also extremely (and eerily) good at telling the future is anyone’s guess, though. There’s so much more to worry about right now. Auri’s still not in full control of her powers. I’m way into debt with a cousin I barely know (and honestly wish I hadn’t gotten to know in the first place). And oh yeah, we’re wanted criminals according to every government in, like, the entire universe. Being bi is hardly the most pressing thing in my life right now. I should be focusing on our mission, and more importantly, my friends, who are dealing with varying levels of devastation over… Cat’s whole situation.
I care about them. Yes, I know, crazy, I can feel emotion. Just discovered it last month, so I’m right there with you. But it’s really easy to like these people. They’re understanding, and trustworthy, and kind of make me feel like a jackass sometimes, which is probably a good thing. Character development, right?
Anyway, being a Betraskan facilitates a pretty obvious need for social connection; we grow up surrounded by people, after all, and families mean everything. Well. Most of us grow up surrounded by people and not developing a self-destructive facade of bitterness as a defense mechanism, but we can unpack that later.
Maybe that’s why I want to tell them. It’s not like they don’t already know; I’m hardly discreet about it. But a show of trust, of (ugh) vulnerability is something I kinda owe to them. I’m closer with them after just a few weeks than I’ve been with anyone. High stakes do that, I guess.
Make friends… family.
And if I’m being honest, I’ve actually tried with this squad. Sure, I wasn’t exactly a joy to be around at the beginning, but I’m getting better about the whole friendliness thing. So it’s less like an important, life-changing thing and more just a keep up the good work thing, right?
That doesn’t really make it any less nerve-wracking.
It’s not like they’re gonna be weird about it, though. Probably. They’re cool. It’s fine. Zila likes girls anyway, and at least Scarlett was fine with that. The only person I’m actually concerned about is Kal, even though I really don’t have any reason to be at all, other than the air of traditional-ness around him. But he’s fine. He’s not going to be like my grandparents or anything. Don’t get me wrong, I love the Maker, but they kinda need to get people to stop doing the whole—
“Hey, Fin? We’re going to head to nav in a few minutes for planning, kay?”
I blink, trying to shake myself out of my thoughts as the abrupt voice—Scarlett—waits for a response. “Yeah, sure! I’ll be right there.”
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It’s a long walk, to say the least. I’m nervous, really nervous, the kind of nervous that I try to convince myself is baseless and inconsequential but really isn’t. I’m not used to actually, y’know, talking about things. But there’s a first time for everything. It’s okay.
It’s okay.
Everyone’s already there when I get to navigation, and the planning goes… smoothly. An odd occurrence in our current situation, and maybe I’m not paying attention to half of it, but it’s okay. So right as we wrap up, I clear my throat before I can convince myself not to speak up.
“Hey, can I tell you guys something?”
Tyler tilts his head, noticing the anxiety in my voice that I am utterly failing to cover up. “Of course.”
“I, um...” I sit up a little straighter (ha) and look at all of them. “I’m bi. Which you probably already guessed, I just wanted to tell you guys. Because. Trust, I guess. Maker, I sound stupid.”
Surprisingly, Zila speaks up first. “We are all shocked and appalled. Any sentiment we have shown towards you has merely been a ruse.”
I laugh, some of the tension that’s knotted itself in my chest easing. “Aw, so you do have a sense of humor! I’m touched.”
“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about,” she replies, the vaguest hint of a smile on her face.
“Seriously, though, Fin, it’s fine,” Auri interjects. “And you don’t sound stupid.”
Scarlett shrugs. “Maybe a little. For being unsure about the fact that we all care about you very much.”
“Yep,” I say, smiling with perhaps a hint of genuine emotion. “I am pretty great.”
“Ugh, of course you are. But thank you for telling us. For real.”
Yeah, I want to say, I love you guys. Because it’s evident, because it’s there, because it’s true. But I can’t quite get the words out. Baby steps, I guess. So instead I just nod, and do not think about the warmth in my chest, the unfamiliar, beautiful feeling of acceptance.
Okay, I think about it a little bit.
I am here with my family, after all.
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The Superfriends AU (part 10)
Damian was not having a good day. It was six in the morning, he had to be at Edna’s photoshoot in an hour, he had left a perfectly warm and very cuddly boyfriend and large dog in his bed, and his cousin was rambling far too much for his taste. He sat out in the lobby of the floor their rooms were on, leaned back as far as he possibly could in one of the red chairs, his legs crossed, hands gripping the armrests. A scowl to rival Batman's resting on his face.
Marinette sat in the chair next to him, his laptop on the coffee table in front of them. The girl was hunched over typing frantically on his phone. She had kept it all night, which didn’t both him much, he could go a few hours without being constantly updated on the Gotham Academy Class 1A drama. As long as she was keeping it charged.
The second half of the photoshoot the day before had been very interesting, his cousin spending every moment of every break they got on his phone. When he had a moment to check it at dinner he noted four unknown contacts, she labeled each of them.
First there was Sweetness.
Then there was Mighty Mouse.
One labeled Rock Vamp Opera.
And finally the one she had been exchanging the most texts with, Foxtrot.
He waited for his cousin to finish whatever long text rant she was obviously on, instead he checked himself in the camera of his laptop, fixing his hair. He smoothed it back as best he could but without any product it was hard. Edna had forbidden him from gelling it till the shoot was over. The things he put up with in this family, really.
“What exactly are we doing?” Damian asked.
“We’re going to…” She trailed off, still focused on her texting. “Video call some girls I go to school with.” She finished.
“At six in the morning?” He asked.
“Time difference Dames.” She set down his phone. “Okay!” She pulled his laptop close. “They just broke for lunch so Juleka should be logging on soon enough!” Marinette pulled up a web page browser, typing in the URL for Instagram. She immediately went to Damian’s account. He wasn’t sure when his cousin had gotten his password, but knowing how much Dick loved to mess around on it, he had to assume she got it from him.
“Okay, I’m going to change a few lines of your bio.”
“Why?” He asked, head falling back.
“Well, Colin takes over your instagram on weekends right?” She asked.
“When I see him, yes.” Honestly, Colin and Dick were really the only ones who posted on his instagram. It was clearly stated in his bio that Colin controlled his instagram on weekends, the fact that Dick was in control of it the rest of the time, was not mentioned anywhere.
“So I’m going to change this line, red menace takeover weekends. To something clearly stating your relationship.”
“He’s called my boyfriend in practically every post that features him.” Damian said, now leaning forward to see what his cousin was altering.
“Yeah, but people are lazy, and don’t want to dig. They want things to be obvious and loud so they don’t have to put a lot of thought into it.” She grumbled. “Trust me, I know from experience, some of the people at my school literally have to be punched in the face and then kick in the nuts by the truth before they believe it.”
“Try not to sound too bidder Nette.” Damian hummed.
“Just, prep yourself to give a good speech about your and Colin’s relationship. We’re really going to need something that pulls right on the heart strings.”
“Because?” He asked, this whole morning was excruciatingly annoying.
“Are you going to use Rose?” Damian looked up, taking notice of two blonde Parisian teens standing at the entrance to the lobby. They both were still in what looked like pajamas, both holding coffee.
“That’s the plan.” Marinette said, answering Adrien’s earlier question.
“Devious.” Chloé cocked her hip, taking a sip from her cup. “And relatively smart. Should be quite the show. Shame we’ll miss it.”
“Someone could always ask nicely for their friends to record it.” Marinette mused.
“Should I text Nino?” Adrien asked, his face clearly stating how unsure he was of the situation.
“If you want.” Marinette said, finishing her work on her cousin’s social media. “I’m going to give my crew a heads up once things are in motion. If you do text him though, let him know nothings happening till, most likely, after lunch.”
“Marinette?” Her fingers stopped their work, her head popping up to look at Adrien. “You sure about this?” He asked. “It could be kind of...explosive.” His fingers tightened around his coffee. “What if it causes an akuma?”
She gave him an understanding smile. “Don’t worry Adrien, I’ve got contigonsies for that. Like I said a few days ago, I’m playing a game of RISK, and you can’t win the game if you don’t capture any territory.”
“And your about to clear the board form the looks of it.” Chloé smirked.
“Something like that.” Marinette looked back down at the computer, switching back onto the video chat app and logining online. “But the goal isn’t to clear the board, not yet.”
…
Contrary to popular belief nowadays, Mylène did not hate Marinette. She didn’t even necessarily dislike the girl. But she did not agree with the brash and loud way she had been going about her problems with Lila. She found them rude and distasteful, and honestly, a little out of character for her once friend. She was sure Marinette didn’t do everything Lila accused her of, at least half of the allegations had to be simple misunderstandings that the two girls could never figure out because they were always at one another's throats.
But try as she might, she just couldn’t take Marinette’s side. Lila brought up quite a few good points in regards to Marinette’s character, while the Italian girl wasn’t a saint either, Marinette wasn’t quite the angel everyone thought she was. And some of her and Lila’s fights were truly violent and horrendous to watch.
But she wasn’t one to speak poorly of others, especially not Marinette. While the girls weren’t friends anymore, and she didn’t agree with what was now Marinette’s additude, she still was nice to most people, even those who sided with Lila. And she did a lot for people, even when they didn’t notice her good deeds.
Marinette had always been very eccentric ever since Mylène had known her. But this was probably one of the strangest things she had ever experienced due to Marinette. Mylène was seated on Juleka’s bed, Rose seated on the goth girl’s other side. They were staring at Juleka’s laptop, a facetime app opened.
Last night all three had received text messages from unknown numbers claiming to be Marinette texting from a friend’s phone. Mylène was sceptical, even after getting a picture sent to her, but Rose was curious and so was her other friend, so when they said they were going to be eating lunch at Juleka’s house so they could talk with Marinette, Mylène agreed to go along with everything.
“Okay…” Juleka typed in the screen name she had been sent the night before, AmyrWayne05.
“What do you think she wants?” Mylène asked. “And who’s phone was she texting from?”
“I don’t know..” Rose crossed her ankles. “I didn’t recognize the boy in the photo she sent.”
“Neither did I.” Juleka said.
“I didn’t even know Marinette was out of the country.” Mylène whispered.
“Kim and the others probably did.” Juleka supplied. “I doubt she wouldn’t have told them,”
“But why didn’t they tell us?” Rose asked, blinking innocently.
“I can think of a few reasons.” Mylène’s voice was low, wondering why her boyfriend hadn’t said anything.
“Well whatever they might be, we’re about to find out.” Juleka called attention to the screen name displayed on her laptop. The three girls watched as the smaller text underneath the name changed from offline to online. A second later Juleka was being asked to join a video call. She quickly hit except and the screen went black, loading until the familiar face of Marinette Dupain-Cheng was on the screen.
“Girls!” She said happily. “Thank you so much for calling!”
“You said it was important.” Rose said, eyes a little down cast. The girls didn’t exactly talk on the regular any more.
“It is! Super important.”
“So, what’s going on?” Mylène asked, wanting to get through the call as quickly as possible. She had felt weird all day, not telling Lila or Alya about the texts from Marinette, it was like she was cheating on them.
“Okay,” The bluenette let out a large breath. “I know you guys think Lila hung the moon-”
“Marinette I am not going to sit here and listen to you bash on her!” Mylène interjected.
“That’s not what this is!” She waved her hands frantically. “I promise!”
“It better not be.” Mylène crossed her arms.
“I promise girls, it’s really not. I-just, okay, so I heard that Lila’s been telling people that she’s dating Damian Wayne. Right?”
“She is.” Rose informed. “They’ve been dating for a few months now. They’re really in love and I’m not going to listen to you say anything negative about their relationship Marinette.” Anyone who knew Rose, at least knew her well, knew that love was the thing she was most passionate about. She refused to stand for any sort of injustice involving the subject and would defend a couple till her dying breath, no matter how well she knew them.
“Okay.” Marinette said, voice low. “Then I won’t say anything.” She gave a sad smile. “I’ll let him tell you.” The laptop suddenly shifted, the view changing quickly from their classmate to a good looking young man they recognized from the photo Marinette sent the night prior.
“Hello.” He said, eyeing each of them carefully. “Do you three know who I am?”
“Your the guy from the picture Marinette sent.” Jukela answered.
“Would one of you please google Damian Wayne for me?” He asked, Rose quickly complying with the request. She looked up the famous boo of their friend on her phone, a small gasp escaping her lips as she turned the small screen towards her girlfriend and Mylène.
And there was the boy currently on Juleka’s laptop.
“You’re Damian Wayne?” Mylène asked.
“That’s what my driver’s licence says.” He said, but his tone made the three girls unsure whether it was supposed to be a joke or not.
“Why are you with Marientte?” Juleka asked.
The boy looked to something off screen, probably the girl in question. “Can I?” He asked. He waited a moment before sighing. “I’m sure you’ll all find out why later, but for the moment, all you need to know is that I am with her as of the current moment.”
Rose gave him a strange look but didn’t say anything.
“This is why you wanted to talk to us?” Mylène asked. “To tell us you were hanging out with Lila’s boyfriend?”
“No.” Her voice came.
“Actually, Lila is why we wanted to talk.” Damian said.
“What about her?”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
The three girls all went quiet, none speaking. His face was pensive, eyebrows nicked and corners of his lips pulled down into a frown. “I’ve never even met Lila.”
“But she said she’s known you since you were very little!” Rose exclaimed.
“A lie.” He said simply. “I couldn’t have known her from the time I was little because I was locked away in a compound till I was ten years old, and even then I was kept exclusively within the walls of Wayne Manor for another year before my father could introduce safely to the world as his ward without my Grandfather taking harsh and violent action.”
“She said her parents were friends with your dad.” Juleka added.
“I’ve checked with my father and he’s never met anyone with the surname Rossi. And none of his friends have a child named Lila.”
“I’m very confused.” Rose whispered.
“Girls, we need your help!” Marinette’s voice came. “Or rather, Damian does.”
“With what?” Mylène asked.
“Adrien mentioned that Lila’s been telling pretty much everyone that she and I are dating, is that correct?” Damian asked, his hands folding in front of him.
“She’s been talking about it for the past few days.” Mylène said, she vaguely remembered Nino mentioning Adrien being out of town for a modeling gig that involved Damian Wayne, she was still confused as to why Marinette was with them though.
“She’s told practically everyone who would listen, and some who wouldn’t.” Juleka crossed her arms. To most it would be hard to pick up on, but Mylène could tell when the girl was angry. Juleka had been questioning Lila a lot more lately, Mylène was sure the girl was just waiting for a good reason to switch sides, and the only reason she hadn’t already was because of Rose. Juleka had been Mylène’s saving grace when it came to her current problems with Ivan. The goth girl was probably afraid of a rift forming between her and her girlfriend the way it had between the classes former favorite sweet hearts.
Damian sighed on screen. “I’m not a person who likes to ask for assistance from others, but under these circumstances, I’m in need of your help.” The three girls watched as his hand raised to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes closed before his hand dropped and he looked up at them. “I don’t know how much you all know about Gotham, but people have always had mixed reactions when my siblings have come out in the past, my own coming out included. Normally they don’t have a huge problem with it because all of my siblings have come out as pansexual or bisexual, or something that includes both genders. But when I came out I didn’t specify my sexuality. I just announced I was dating Colin.”
Oh no.
Mylène could feel it, Rose’s heart was swelling. If he was really about to go into a long winded story about he and his boyfriend’s love, then Mylène was sure Rose’s Champion of Love and Justice persona was about to be uncaged. Many of their classmates called it her Sailor Moon mode.
“Who’s Colin?” Rose asked, voice timmed and quiet.
“Colin is my boyfriend.” A small smile gracing the boy’s hard features. “We’ll be celebrating our three year anniversary in two months and two days.”
“Oh.” Rose’s hands clasped together, a dreamy look crossing her face.
Suddenly Damian’s face become more downcast. “Not a lot of people like Colin. Well, not a lot of people who people listen to like him.”
“Why ever not?” The blonde asked, moving so her face was closer to the screen.
“Colin is an orphan.” The words were blunt and hit all three girls hard and unexpectedly. Of all the things Mylène had been prepared for this morning the heart breaking backstory of Damian Wayne’s boyfriend was not one of them. “Basically anyone with money and influence insists he’s a gold digger trying to mooch off of me. And the Wayne Ward Fangirls are quick to crucify him for anything he does, wrong, right, good, bad, all of it. And of course there are those in the religious communities who are constantly berating us. That faction is especially hard on him, he lives in a Catholic orphanage you see.”
“That’s terrible!” Mylène could swear that the small blonde girl had tears in her eyes.
“While I agree that’s awful, and I also agree that Lila shouldn’t be lying about dating you, I don’t see what it is you need our help with?” Juleka asked, voice laced in confusion.
“If word gets around,” suddenly Marinette’s face was squished in frame with Damian’s. “That Damian has a long distance girlfriend, things are going to get worse for his and Colin’s relationship.”
“People in Gotham play very dirty, they’ll latch on to any rumor or fact, as long as it serves their needs. People will be throwing Lila Rossi’s name in my face, in Colin’s face, and in the faces of all of my family members for years.” Damian’s face had gone back to sternly neutral. “People will insist that Colin broke us up or something absurd like that, they’ll use her to villainize him.”
“They will?” Juleka asked, concern written on her face. “That sounds like something that only happens in movies.”
“They will.” He insisted. “Trust me, I’ve seen it happen before to members of my family and their friends. It’s just a matter of time before it gets to the right people, unless…”
“Unless?” Rose asked, voice going high, the girl eager to help.
“Unless we cut off the head of the snake.” Mylène supplied. “We need to make a statement, make sure everyone who might have heard Lila’s lies knows that it’s fake.”
“The louder the better.” Marinette added. “To make sure she doesn’t turn it around on Colin or Damian.”
“I hate to ask this of you,” Damian said. “Especially since we are perfect strangers, but my c-“ He grunted, his body jostling on the screen as Marinette shot him a glare. “Companion.” He finished begrudgingly. “My companion here, insists that you three can be trusted with this task.”
“Please help us girls.” Marinette said. “If not for me, then for Damian and Colin.”
Damian sighed before going into his own plea. “Colin is very important to me.” His voice was quiet. “I’m not the easiest person to get along with, and everyone says I don’t deserve someone like him.” He looked down. “He is one of the most important people in my life and I don’t want some girl, who I’ve never even met, to ruin it because she wanted her five minutes of fame.”
Rose stood quickly from the bed, almost knocking the computer off her girlfriend’s lap. “Don’t worry Damian! We’ll take care of everything!” She shouted, running for the door, her voice leaving behind the call of “no one stands in the way of true love!”
Juleka and Mylène watched her go before the goth girl sighed. “We should go get her before she runs all the way back to school.”
“Yeah,” Mylène stood. “She’s going to need backup.” She looked back at the computer. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of everything.”
…
Nino didn’t know what was going on.
He was sitting on the stairs in the gym area of his school, most of the student body just loitering around. Lunch was over but they still had about five minutes before anyone needed to start heading to their class rooms. The room was filled with soft chatter and laughter, he wasn’t invested in any conversations though.
Adrien had texted him a few minutes ago and told him to start recording. He didn’t know why, but like a good bro, he did as asked. His phone was barely raised, picking up mostly just the shoes of his classmates. He noticed across the gym Marinette’s crew also had their phones up and were recording, though Nino wasn’t sure why. He now knew that Marinette and Adrien were in Steel City together, but Marinette had asked that the reason she was there with Edna remain secret and Nino didn’t want to pry into the girl’s personal life. If she didn’t want to tell anyone, then she had a good reason. But he also knew, via Kim, that Marinette had no international coverage and couldn’t contact anyone. Leaving the question of what her crew was currently doing?
Maybe Adrien texted them too?
But what would he need recorded so badly?
Nino debated getting up and going over to talk to the group but Lila and Alya were stationed in the middle of the gym, either girl would spot him if he made his way over to his secret friends. And he really didn’t feel like lying to his girlfriend today.
‘ BANG ’
Everyone jumped as the doors to the school crashed into the walls behind them. All eyes on the entrance, taking in the petite form of Rose Lavillant. The small girl’s face was heated a blush pink, eyes narrowed into a glare and hands clenched into fists. Juleka stood on Rose’s right, her backpack slung over her shoulder and her girlfriend’s carried in her hands. Mylène stood on the girl’s left, arms crossed and an expression on her face that looked both angry and guilty.
“LILA ROSSI!”
His hand instinctively shot into the air, camera focusing on the trio. Nino had known Rose since he was five years old, and not once in all of those years, could he ever remember her yelling, nor could he ever remember her really being angry. And definitely not this rage fueled. No one spoke as the three girls made their way towards the center of the gym, Lila and Alya both standing helplessly in the girls’ sights. Nino took notice of his friends’ phones now trained on the pack as well.
“Rose?” Lila asked. “Is everything oka-”
“SHUT UP!”
Nino flinched at the pink girl’s tone, several others in the crowd did as well.
“Rose what’s wrong?” Alya quickly inserted herself between the two as Nino stood, standing on a higher stair to get a better camera angle.
“What’s wrong?” The blonde asked. “What’s wrong?!” Rose’s hand raised into the air, for a panicked moment Nino thought his girlfriend was going to get decked in the face. But then Rose’s finger shot out from her fist, pointing accusingly at Lila. “SHE’S A LIAR!”
With her words came a few cheers from Marinette’s crew and a handful of others in the school who had come to resent the girl.
Nino even heard one “preach” though he couldn’t tell where it had come from.
“Ros-” Alya was cut off.
“Everyone!” Mylène shouted, “Take out your phones and google Damian Wayne, you know the famous kid from Gotham? I’m sure everyone knows that he’s Lila’s boyfriend, or so she’s been telling us.” Mylène shot a glare over her shoulder at the brunette. “Go to his instagram!”
Nino didn’t want to stop recording, thankfully he could see the people’s phones in front of him. The boy’s icon was a picture of him flipping off the camera with a rainbow painted on his cheek. His bio was only four lines.
Damian Wayne
Animal Rights Activist
My Boyfriend and Brother are the only ones who post on here
Please don’t talk to me
Nino tried really hard not to laugh, but couldn’t help his snicker. He knew pretty much instantly that Damian was not in fact Lila’s boyfriend, and doubted them ever actually meeting. But did she seriously not do even the smallest bit of research? There is no way it would have been that hard to figure out that the boy was gay, let alone in a relationship.
“That’s right everybody!” Mylène shouted. “Damian Wayne has a boyfriend!”
“He’s cheating on me?” Lila asked eyes wide and heartbroken, Nino would admit, it was a good idea to save face. Claim the long distance son of a playboy was a player himself. If he didn’t know better he’d probably buy it.
“They’ve been dating for three years.” Juleka’s voice was quiet but strong, the people around her who heard it started passing it back to those behind them who didn't.
Lila opened her mouth to spit out another lie but Rose beat her to the punch. “TWO YEARS, NINE MONTHS, THREE WEEKS, AND FIVE DAYS!” Her fists were clenched at her sides again, her whole body shaking. “THEY ARE TWO MONTHS AWAY FROM CELEBRATING THEIR THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY! AND THIS-THIS...LIAR! IS TRYING TO TEAR APART THEIR HAPPILY EVER AFTER!”
Juleka placed a hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder, trying to calm her just a little bit.
“Lila also lied about knowing the Waynes! Damian Wayne didn’t interact with anyone outside of his family until he was eleven! And Bruce Wayne confirmed that he doesn’t know anyone with the last name Rossi, and none of his friends have a daughter named Lila!” Mylène shouted. “The three of us talked to Damian Wayne today! Adrien Agreste is modeling with him right now in America! He asked Damian about Lila and he’s never even heard of her!”
There were mixed reactions from the crowd surrounding them. Mylène suddenly shot her phone into the air. “He sent me a video telling the whole story! If anyone wants to watch it! I will happily show it to you!”
“I can so explain this!” Lila said, stepping forward. “You see, some of Gotham’s villains have come after my famil-“
“I SAID SHUT UP!” Rose screeched. “COLIN WILKES IS A PRECIOUS BOY WHO DESERVES THE WORLD! AND YOU ARE TRYING TO TAKE HIS PERSON FROM HIM JUST FOR A LITTLE ATTENTION!” Juleka pulled Rose back a step, worried about her girlfriend getting too out of control. “GOD!” She shouted. “YOU ARE SUCH A LITTLE...LITTLE-”
“Say it Rose!” Alix shouted from the side lines, Nino swore if her the short girl’s smile got any wider her face would crack in half.
“ATTENTION WHORE!” He almost dropped his phone. The crowd, which had started to get more vocal, went silent. Alya’s jaw dropped and even Lila was left speechless and wide eyed.
“Oh my god.” Kim’s voice carried over the noiseless room.
Rose was left fuming. Her body was still vibrating at a speed Nino was sure couldn’t healthy. Her cheeks were puffed out, making her eyes large, the blues popping out against her now red face.
“Lila is a liar and nobody should believe a word she says.” The girl huffed. “I am the champion of love and justice,” she squared her shoulders. “And refuse to stand idle while someone destroys the bond of two sweethearts.” Rose took a deep breath before striking a pose similar to Sailor Moon’s iconic one. “In the name of true love, Liar Rossi, I will punish you!”
Nino was not prepared for the burst of applause that erupted from the crowd. He actually howled out a cheer of his own, phone focused on the girls in the center of the mob. He moved his phone to follow Lila as she went running out of the corral of applauding teenagers. He assumed she was heading for the bathroom, probably to fake cry till someone came to comfort her.
A long, loud, exasperated sigh fell from his lips as he watched his girlfriend chase after the Italian girl. He shook his head as he stopped the video, tapping on his messaging app and sending the video to his best bro.
DJBubbles: Dude
DJBubbles: how did u know this was going 2 happen?
…
Alya hesitated outside of the bathroom door. Cautiously she glanced back over her shoulder, people were still cheering she could hear them from down the hall. She wished she could be with them. But she had a mission to see through, and with everyone turning on Lila she knew it was do or die time.
She slipped her phone into her back pocket and took in a deep breath before pushing open the door, masking her face in concern as she approached the girl hunched over one of the sinks. Lila had her face in her hands, muffled crying sounds coming from behind her fingers.
“Lila?” She asked quietly.
“Oh god!” Lila turned away from her. “Alya it’s so awful!” She took a few steps farther away, laying her head against the wall of the restroom. “I-I just-just…”
“Lila it’s okay…” Alya placed her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “I’m sure this is all just a misunderstanding.”
Lila sniffled, looking at the girl over her shoulder. “It’s not.” She whispered. “I lied.” She turned her head away quickly.
“Why?” Alya asked.
“I don’t know.” Lila whipped around, tears streaming down her face. “I-well, I just-” She sniffled loudly. “I like Adrien so much.” She started, back leaning against the wall. “But he didn’t really seem to take notice of me, so I thought if while he was gone I could get everyone talking about how I had this awesome boyfriend it’d make him, well, I don’t know.”
“You wanted Adrien to be jealous of Damian?” Alya asked, eyebrow cocked.
“Y-yeah.” Lila looked down. “I know it was stupid and I just should have kept my mouth shut. But I didn’t know how else to get his attention.” A few more tears streamed down her cheeks, her hands raising to rub at her eyes. “I’m so sorry I lied to you.”
Alya sighed. “Look, I can kind of see why you did it.” She crossed her arms. “But Adrien isn’t the type to respond to jealousy. In fact, if he did like you and found out you were with someone else, then he would gracefully bow out. He wouldn’t want to come between you two.”
Lila’s eyes stayed focused on the floor. “I guess I didn’t think about that. He really is so sweet.” She whispered.
“And while I don’t think you should have lied about dating Damian Wayne, I definitely don’t think Rose, Juleka, and Mylène had the right to humiliate you like that. It was uncalled for.” Alya’s eyebrows nicked together. “They should have just asked to talk to you in private. Seriously, I have never seen them act so vicious.”
“Marinette must have turned them against me.” Lila’s face suddenly hardened. “She’s out to get me Alya. You know she is. She’s taking everyone away from me!” Lila surged forward, grabbing the girl’s shoulder. “She’s going to steal you too!”
“Marinette will never steal me from you Lila.” Alya sucked in a deep breath. “Your my best friend, and I’ve got your back no matter what!” God that left such an awful taste in her mouth.
“Thank you Alya!” Lila pulled the girl into a tight hug. One brunette’s face turned devious while it was hidden, the other simply rolled her eyes.
…
Nino took his seat at his desk, unable to hide the smile on his face. He was rewatching the video on his phone. He honestly hadn’t felt this good in a while, probably not since the last time he wielded the Turtle Miraculous. It felt like everything was over, but seeing as how Lila still had Alya, and probably Sabrina, who was out sick today, he figured it wasn’t. Meaning his job as mole wasn’t done quite yet. But the few minutes he had to celebrate the Liar’s major take down with his friends was invigorating and made him feel like he was operating at one hundred percent again.
Rose, Juleka and Mylène all came into class together, everyone already in the room standing up and cheering for them. Alya and Lila weren’t back from the bathroom yet, so Nino applauded them from his seat.
“Ladies and Gentlemen!” Kim shouted. “The hero of the hour, champion of love and justice herself!” He jumped up on his desk, extending his hands in an overly complicated gesture in Rose’s direction. “Ms. Rose Lavillant!”
Nino’s classmates cheered harder as Nathanael walked forward and embraced the tiny girl in a hug. “We’ve missed you sweetness.”
“I’ve missed you all too!” Rose hugged him back as forcefully as she could. “I’m so so sorry everyone!” She pulled back from the red head, positioning herself to look at those who filled the opposite side of the classroom as Nino. “Can you ever forgive me for falling for her lies?”
“It took all of us time to see she was lying,” Max came forward, setting his hand on Rose’s shoulder. “The important thing is that you finally saw through them.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty good at covering her ass, none of us blame you for taking so long.” Alix said, kicking her feet up on the desk.
“Do you think we could have our old seats back?” Juleka asked, voice quiet as she stepped forward and took Rose’s hand.
Kim jumped down from his and Alix’s shared desk. He held his arms wide open, embracing the two girls. “Welcome home babe.” He said, dramatized tears in his voice. “God we’ve missed you.”
Alix rolled her eyes. “Knock it off drama queen.” She yelled. “Seriously though,” She swung her feet around on the bench, standing up and gesturing to the seats. “It’s good to have you two back.”
“I think you mean three.” Max said, he and Nathanael had their arms draped over Mylène’s shoulders. The girl had a small blush dusting her cheeks as she climbed the steps towards the back of the room where her boyfriend sat.
“I’m really sorry I didn’t listen to you.” She whispered, eyes downcast. “Do you think you can forgive me?” Ivan gave a soft smile, scooting down the bench so that Mylène could sit by him. The girl sat down quickly, latching onto her boyfriend’s arm with a large smile.
“Power couple’s back,” Kim whispered. “We got all our lovely ladies on the side of truth and justice, I know have video of Rose striking her cute ass sailor moon pose. It’s like all's right with the world!” He said, sitting down at Alix’s old desk, the girl having reclaimed her seat now that everybody’s favorite girlfriends had retaken their old desk.
Everyone was happily chattering away, Marinette’s crew filling in the three girls on everything they missed when Lila and Alya walked in.
“Not all our lovely ladies have come to their senses.” Nino mumbled, resting his cheek against his fist. As long as Alya had yet to see the light, he couldn’t in good conscience retire as Marinette’s mole. And he certainly couldn’t leave his girlfriend alone with that coyote.
“How can you still be friends with her?” Mylène asked. “After knowing everything was lie?”
Alya shot the girl a dirty look. “She lied about having a boyfriend, that didn’t give you the right to humiliate her in front of the whole school.” She crossed her arms tightly over her chest. “I swear, you’ve all become as bad as Marinette.” Alya took her seat behind Nino, Lila sitting where Marinette once did, large crocodile tears still streaming down her face.
“Seriously Nino?” Juleka whispered, disbelief in her eyes.
The boy simply shook his head, turning away from the majority of his classmates. Alix flipped around on her knees, leaning close to the goth girl and whispering into her ear, she then moved on to give the small explanation to Rose. In the back of the room Ivan was quietly filling Mylène in on Nino’s situation.
The three girls were quiet, save for Rose’s soft. “Oh.” Thankfully it wasn't loud enough for Alya or Lila to hear.
It wasn’t long before Miss Bustier came into the classroom. She set her papers down on her desk, then turned to write something on the board before finally facing the class. Her eyes scanned the room slowly, a loud sigh escaping her lips. “Okay,” She breathed. “Let’s just begin class.” The poor woman was so tired.
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Not exactly Photoshoot Part 3...I’m just trying so hard to get to this Incredibles cameo guys, I feel like I keep underestimating how long parts are going to be. I’m so sorry it’s taking so long for this character to show up. Anyway, who was prepared for Rose this time around? I love the idea of her being essentially this tank that no one sees coming till it’s far too late. Now it’s just Sabina and Alya, and Nino left on Lila’s side (or so she thinks). I also love the idea that the class has the most ridiculous pet names for one another. Not sure when part 11 will be up because we are getting very close to finals week at my college, but I’ll do my best to get something out as soon as possible! Thank you all so much for the likes, reblogs, and especially the comments! They are such huge mood boosters for me, they really change the whole course of my day and I appreciate them so much. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter! I loved writing it. As always if you have any questions about the story or AU feel free to ask, I love getting them and will happily answer any question you got (even if it’s not about this AU)! And if you want to be tagged let me know!
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Fruits Basket 2019 (ep 5)
What an episode. I gotta admit that I didn’t think much of the name fruits basket because i thought they meant zodiac characters are different like different fruits in a basket?lol. lame, I know. but, my God, the actual reason hit me out of nowhere.
Tohru:
-in ep3, I characterized tohru as bland. kind, loving but bland. The happy girl who overcomes obstacles & the savior of broken characters with her warmth & advice, which is fine, but since tohru is the lead girl, she was lacking depth. & boy was I wrong about her. Turns out, just like yuki, tohru wears masks & hides her pain. She is NOT okay. Since ep, 2, tohru had many inner monologues, but these were always, either her thinking about the well-being of others or her reciting her daily findings to her dead mom accompanied by words of self cheer. In this episode, we heard her first talk to herself about herself sadly recalling a painful memory, No words of encouragement, on the contrary, she called herself, stupid/not bright.
- Apparently, tohru fears to burden others. once I saw her amazing female friends, I wondered why is she sleeping in a tent & not staying with any of them. Turns out, tohru actually does not value her self above others. She’ll be the first one helping others, but would be the last one to ask for help. Tohru is rarely honest with herself, always hiding behind words of self encouragement & mommy talks, it will be okay.. but what if it wasn’t okay..
- Tohru can’t stand up for herself. I love this about her. it IS REAL. we always tell others, stand up for yourself, but it is not always easy. it is never easy. We call people who fail to do so, doormat, when we should be calling out the bullies. Standing up for one’s self is an important skill for survival, but like any other skill, there are people who struggle with it.
Summary: so tohru is not honest with her pain, hides behind a happy mask, struggles to stand up for herself, doesn’t value herself much & thinks she shouldn’t even complain about hardships & doesn’t ask for more cuz she doesn’t want to be selfish & burden other. Such fitting flaws for her personality. Now, I find her so endearing & human.
highlight of the episode: all the episode!
1-the comedy: done so well!!!! I laughed so hard at kyo & yuki teaming up.
2- direction: when the scene shifted from dog guy’s house to tohru’s mom kitchen & the mom walked in... ouch!! it hurt...it hurt good.
3- The narrative: The narrative treated everything moderately & appropriately. The bulling scene of young tohru was not done for laughs ( side eyeing kagura & yuki’s fanclub), & even though these children might not know better, the fact remains tohru was scarred. Moreover, the cousin’s unjustly implying tohru being a whore living with guys was not explicitly stated, but was done in a realistic way since that’s how relatives hurt you, with sneaky remarks & not so open accusations.
5- yuki taking initiative. I love that. I always wondered why doesnt he stand up against the crazy fanclub girls, but this is a talk for another day.
6- kyo is actually giving a space in this episode to interact beyond a comic relief aspect & I love it.
7-Favorite scene: when tohru was talking with kyo by the end of the episode. Why? cuz this is a rare moment of tohru being consciously honest with herself in front of others!! when she talked with her grandpa, it was her breaking down & expressing desire in front of someone who cant help her. her grandpa wont call shigure? & say, would u take my granddaughter?so,her tears fell unconsciously. But after kyo’s advice, she cried allowing him to see her tears. she didnt hide her face, nor broke down. Moreover, tohru was giving an advice by kyo,stating “say what you want. it is OKAY” so she cried & said “take me home” she is finally accepting that she is not a burden to them & stating that explicitly in words. I love that kyo advised tohru without changing much of himself. he is still bad with words, gets flustered & cant express himself, but maybe that’s why it worked?? he is blunt. “you can complain, if others do everyday it is annoying, but you, it is okay, be selfish & complain”. direct, blunt & very brief. Tohru got the lesson.
Verdict: 100% watching this show!!
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Arya and Jon go back to Winterfell after they kill Dany to find Gendry and Sansa waiting for them. Please and thank you!
hi this turned into a weird brotp fic really but also there’s romance. also ghost is here because i said so. enjoy!!
Winterfell was quieter with the war on someone else’s doorstep. Sansa wasn’t sure how to fill all her time as she sat with the silence around her. She could continue making plans for repairs, but with the fighting men gone there was little they could do with those left behind. And her eyes could look at embroidery and needlepoint for only so many hours a day.
It was sort of empty—Winterfell without her family. Sansa could walk, though, and a week or so after Jon and Arya had left she found herself doing so past the forge. Maybe it was a longing, a sort of half-thought to Arya that pulled her in. Perhaps a sort of loneliness, really.
He was bent over something small, working with a concentration that Sansa found admirable. When he looked up and spotted her, he quickly stood to his feet.
“Lady Sansa.” He shifted from foot to foot. “Was there something I could do for you?”
She found a small smile playing at her lips, filled with amusement. He seemed sweet, and Sansa thought of Arya. Part of her wanted to know everything that had happened between them, not just the small bits of information Arya had been willing to share. Why was he here? she wondered. Where she is not.
“I wanted to ask you if you would be willing to dine with me tonight?” She held her hands in front of her. The forge was warm, and she already felt her palms grow slicker. “If you have other plans or lack the time, then don’t fret about it.”
I’m lonely, she thought but would never say. I miss my family.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s nonstop as of late,” he joked, but then he stood up straighter and cleared his throat as if he realized which Stark sister exactly he was speaking to. “I mean no offense, of course.”
She hummed. “I wouldn’t have asked you to sup if I wanted fake courtesies. I thought you might be missing my sister the same way I am. That is all.”
“I…” he trailed off, looking down at his shuffling feet and scratching at the back of his neck. He looked up again, and while Gendry wasn’t the sort of man Sansa could see herself falling for she saw the appeal. He was handsome—a durable, stable sort of man. “Yes. I’d like that.”
She nodded then, trying to hold back her smile. “I will see you tonight.”
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“I might have…” Gendry paused, taking another sip from his cup as Sansa positioned her chair closer to the fire. “Well, I sort of proposed to her after that. I asked her to be the lady of Storm’s End.”
Sansa brought a hand to her mouth, covering it quickly as a laugh burst through. “I apologize. I don’t mean to laugh, I just—”
“Oh,” he near wailed in a way that made Sansa laugh again, “I was so stupid. I really got over excited because I was a lord and—”
“It’s sweet,” she said, leaning forward. “You love her.”
He shook his head as he looked down into his wine. “I should have known she wouldn’t want to marry. She’s got better things to do then sit around in some castle with the likes of me.”
“You love her,” Sansa repeated, articulating the words as they bounced off her tongue. “I know my sister. I have to admit there are things we’re still relearning about one another, but I know her. We spent a long time apart, but she’s my sister. She loves you, too.”
His eyebrows pushed together. “Then, why…”
“You asked her to be a lady,” Sansa said. “She wants you, not the titles or the castle or any of it. If you ask her better, she might say yes next time. Or perhaps not. She would say yes to you, though.”
She took a sip of her own wine, then, as she eyed out into the dark sky. It was getting late, and if she let Gendry stay for much longer she could only imagine the gossip that would rise around the castle. He was a lord now, after all, and people were expecting her to wed. Years ago, it had been another Baratheon she was promised to. It wouldn’t have seemed that far of a stretch to the imagination, she supposed.
“What about you, Lady Sansa?” he asked. “Have you been in love?”
The wine made her feel lighter. He was certainly feeling it himself with the way he had opened up about her sister.
“I think…” the words trailed off, and she thought about it then. Telling Gendry everything. Confiding in him. Perhaps it would feel as sweet as the wine they shared. She sighed. “It’s getting late,” she said instead.
The legs of his chair screeched against the stone of the floor as he stood. “Of course. Good night, Lady Sansa.”
“Gendry,” she said, waiting for him to turn. “You can call me Sansa. And I would like to do this again, if you can find the time.”
He smiled again. “My time is far less precious than yours. You can have however much of it you want, Sansa.”
She watched him exit with an inescapable smile on her lips.
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It had become a sort of routine, the two of them. They didn’t eat together every night, but they saw each other often enough. Some days, Sansa would find him in the forge. Others, he joined her for a walk in the woods.
Nights together, though, remained Sansa’s favorite. It was when the loneliness crept in the most, and instead of having to deal with it alone she had Gendry by her side. The wine helped loosen their tongues, but these days there was an honesty that resided between them without it.
“This is Jon’s dog, right?” he asked one night from the floor as he was petting Ghost.
“Yes. Ghost,” Sansa said as she looked up from the shirt she was fixing the sleeve of for him. Ghost tilted his head, and Sansa smiled at him. “Jon almost let him leave with the wildlings.”
“But you didn’t let that happen?” Gendry asked, petting behind Ghost’s ears.
“No.” She shook her head. “I don’t think Jon was feeling quite himself.”
Gendry paused and sat up straighter. “How so?”
Sansa’s eyes were trained on the flames. “I’m quite certain he thought he was going to die. Or at least not return. Even if that’s the case, Ghost is part of the Stark family. He stays with me.”
As if sensing her words, Ghost stood to curl around Sansa’s feet. She bent forward and pet his head, feeling a familiar fondness swirl through her.
“You love him,” Gendry said suddenly, the thought clearly striking him all at once.
“Ghost?” Sansa asked lightly as she dipped forward to pet at his fur. “Yes, obviously.”
“Jon,” Gendry corrected.
Sansa’s body froze. She looked at him slowly, as if with each movement she was trying to decide just how to respond. Then, because Gendry was looking at her without judgement and the softest bit of affection that went straight for her chest and throat, she nodded. “Yes.” It was barely a whisper.
“He’s your cousin now. You could marry him, couldn’t you? When he returns.”
“I fear that the Dragon Queen has her claws in him.” She dropped the shirt into her lap, giving up on finishing that fine stitching that required too much of her focus. “They might be too deep. He might not want them to stop being deep.”
“You think he loves her?” he asked. There was a shock in his voice that surprised her.
“I think he has done what he felt he needed to to keep us safe and alive. I think at some point, the lines of need versus want may have become blurred.”
“I think…” Gendry began, his mind seemingly working hard if his furrowed brow was anything to go by, “he would prefer to be here. Home. With you all.”
Sansa appreciated the thought. She imagined Jon sitting back beside her again. She pictured Arya on the floor with Bran wheeled in, too. She even kept Gendry there. All of them together. It would be sort of wonderful.
“Maybe in another world I could have married you, Gendry Baratheon,” she said with a sad sort of smile.
He reflected it right back to her. “I’ll always be Gendry Waters, though. Won’t I? Bastard boys like Jon and I. That’s who we’ll always be, really.” The silence sat for a minute—not unkind, not uncomfortable. “I think you and I were probably always destined to love difficult people.”
“Yes, I think so, too,” Sansa nearly whispered, for some reason feeling a tear drip down her cheek. Before she could reach for it, Gendry was in front of her and wiping it away with the rough pad of his thumb.
“It would be nice, though,” Gendry said with a soft smile. “A low-born bastard could do a lot worse than someone like you, Sansa.”
“A cold Northern lady could do worse than someone like you, Gendry.”
She reached out a hand. He clasped it in return.
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The Dragon Queen was dead. The letter had said it, and that meant many things. There were politics to be figured out. There were people who now needed homes and supplies. There was a future. Jon and Arya were alive. Mostly, selfishly, she cared only that it meant they would be coming home.
Sansa ran with the scroll in one hand, her skirts in the other, and found Gendry where she found him most days.
“They’re coming home,” she said breathlessly. She did not say they’ve won. She wasn’t sure any of them felt as if they actually had. What was winning when there was so much death? Destruction they wouldn’t be able to possibly all fix in their lifetimes?
“Arya, too?” he asked.
Sansa nodded, and he reached forward to clasp her in a hug. She let him twirl her around, her feet lifted from the ground, and she laughed with true, boisterous joy for what felt like the first time in months.
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Sansa and Gendry stood side by side when they returned. He had wanted to hide away in the forge, sure Arya wanted nothing to do with him despite Sansa’s words to the contrary, but Sansa had put an end to that.
“You must,” she had said with a raise of her brow. “Would you deny your Queen?”
He lifted up his hammer, pointing it at her. “See. That’s just dirty. You’re playing dirty.”
She sighed with a roll of her eyes. “How about for me, then? I could use your support.”
“Fine.” He sighed, bent back over the sword. “For you, then.”
Jon came toward her with slow steps. It seemed as if he had aged years since she last saw him, but there was something open as he got closer. With each step he seemed wearier, more tired, but it was as if he was opening that door to allow her to see it.
“Sansa,” he said as he reached forward, cupping the back of her head and resting his own face into her neck. She could feel his breaths against her skin.
“You’re home now,” she said, trying to hold him tighter into herself. Maybe if she could bring him closer, hold him together, then he would feel more whole. He could feel safe enough to finally rest.
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“What’s going on with you and Gendry?” Arya asked only a day later.
Sansa had been looking over notes at her desk, and she hadn’t heard the intrusion. Her heart jolted, and she brought a hand to her chest.
“I thought we agreed you would be more wary of frightening your dear sister.”
“Sorry.” She did not sound that sorry. Arya sat on the edge of the desk, wrinkling a scroll and throwing an apple up and down in smooth swoops. She caught it with a crisp snap. “He keeps talking about you.”
“We spent a lot of time together without you here.”
Arya raised a brow, and Sansa leaned back in her chair.
“I didn’t steal him, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“He’s a person, not chattel. You couldn’t steal him.”
“Of course I couldn’t,” Sansa agreed. “Especially because he’s yours. He loves you, you know. He told me all about his tragic proposal. You might try talking to him. Properly so.”
Arya sighed, her gaze trailing away from her sister to the light from the window. “I know.”
“He’d give you whatever version of a future you wanted,” Sansa advised, dipping closer to her sister. “He just wants you.”
Arya turned to look at her over her shoulder, and she looked young. Sometimes, Sansa forgot that they were all barely more than children really. They had picked up their parent’s wars and ran with them, never getting the time to figure out what any of them wanted.
“Jon feels the same way about you,” Arya said. “He loves you, I’m pretty sure. I am usually quite good at picking up on those sorts of things these days.”
Sansa tilted her head. She was sort of surprised Arya would talk about it so willingly, but she thought it might have been a sort of gift Arya offered her. Maybe after all the death of King’s Landing, Arya was simply happy to be home and love her sister, whatever the strangeness that surrounded her love life may be. Sansa hoped that was the case.
“He loved her.” They had been beautiful together. Sansa still thought about them sitting side by side at her table, the way Jon and her used to before she came, and how powerful they had looked. “I don’t know if I could handle him loving me in halves because of what he still feels for her.”
“You should try talking to him,” Arya said as she popped back up to her feet and took a bite from the apple. “Maybe we both should try talking to these stupid boys.”
Sansa laughed. Months ago, she never would have imagined getting to this. “Maybe we should.”
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Despite her conversation with Arya, Sansa let Jon rest for a few days before seeking him out to speak. That was what she told herself, anyways. It had nothing to do with fear and the idea that she had no idea where to start. Nothing at all.
She went to his chambers after supper, and she knocked. For a minute, she was sure he would not answer. Then he pulled open the door, and Sansa was shocked for a minute at the look of him.
His beard was cleaned up, his face looked fresh, and his hair fell freely around his shoulders. It was the most put together she had seen him in some time. He looked well-slept, and when she walked past him into the room it felt like he was at least attempting to step into whatever the future would be. There wasn’t the familiar weight of the past or the unbearable urgency of the present hanging anywhere in sight.
“Is this about Arya and Gendry?” he asked. “I already told them I wouldn’t say anything until—”
“Did you walk in on them?” Sansa asked with a bit of surprise. She laughed as his face turned sour, a true belly-full laugh. “No, I didn’t come here to talk about Arya and Gendry. Though, I’m glad they’ve worked it all out.”
“And you’re not upset?” he asked.
“Should I be?” she returned with a tilt of her head.
“I heard you and Lord Baratheon have grown quite close in our absence.” His face didn’t look angry, though, just teasing. Maybe a little sad, if anything.
“I’m sure you’ve learned at some point that we need friends outside of our family,” Sansa said. She smiled, feeling unable to carry any sort of heaviness tonight across from him. “No, my heart never could have belonged to him, anyways. I’d given it to someone a while ago, though I was certain they’d already given theirs to someone else.”
Jon’s brows crashed together, and she wondered if she had perhaps been too vague or if he would catch her meaning. Maybe she had crossed a line.
“Sansa,” he began, soft and slow as he stepped nearer her, “are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
She shrugged. “You’d have to be a bit more specific on what you’re thinking. I’ve found I’m not always sure what that is.”
He released a long breath. “I never loved her. I couldn’t, not when I’d chosen to love someone else already.”
Sansa was afraid to hope, to dare it to be true. Maybe that was all they had for the future now, though, an opportunity to open themselves to the fear and joy of actual happiness. She held onto Jon’s face, and he didn’t pull back.
“You love me?” she asked, feeling fragile and cracked open and a million other dangerous things.
He nodded. “I do.” Then, he broke the space between them and kissed her soundly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, she kissed him back with only love and joy. Only with peace. It felt like coming home. It felt like they already were home, and finally they knew it wasn’t going anywhere. She was surprised to find she could feel herself growing used to the feeling already.
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Gendry found her standing between the battlements, looking off at the rolling lands beyond the castle walls. It was a nice day, and Sansa thought she could perhaps feel the winds of spring already falling over the North.
“You were right, you know,” Gendry said. “It really pains me to say it.”
“You were right, too,” she said, turning toward him and giving a teasing smile. “Though, probably not as right as I was.”
“Maybe we don’t love quite as difficult of people as we thought.”
“No.” Sansa shook her head. Their eyes met, and Sansa knew the two of them understood each other in a way that would never disappear. He was part of her family now, too. “They’re difficult through and through. We’re simply stubborn in return.”
He scoffed. “A bull loving a wolf, and a wolf loving a dragon. It sounds like a pitiful joke.”
“No,” she repeated. Her smile was sort of mischievous, sort of powerful. Sansa felt happy, truly and fully. “It sounds like a story. A good one, if I do say so myself.”
#jonsa#gendrya#jon x sansa#gendry x arya#gendry waters#this is mostly friendship fic tbh#i always loved this thing in old gadge fic#where peeta and madge would be like#what if we loved one another instead#wouldn't it be easier#so tha tmakes an appearance here basically#annie writes#my fanfiction#prompts#gendrya prompts#jonsa prompts#1k
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do flowers exist at night? -chapter eight
Chapter Eight: A Turkey Dance
Pairing: Steve Harrington x OC
Chapter Summary: After a little while, Thanksgiving has finally decided to show up. It causes Annie to have some realizations about everything around her.
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of trauma, dysfunctional family stuff
A/N: Howdy, not gonna lie, I’ve run out of motivation over the last month. I’ve got up through chapter sixteen written, but reblogs and comments are the best way to help me get that motivation! Also, school’s starting for me tomorrow so that is definitely going to come before this fic. Anyways, if you’d like to see the other parts of the fic you can go here.
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Thanksgiving was ordinarily a good enough holiday. There was food and a parade to watch plus a cute dog show afterwards. Annie's parents were never into football, so she never had to put up with watching the sport. However, this year was a little different than other years.
By a little different, that meant it was a huge difference. Initially, she assumed that it would just be her mom and herself sitting in front of the television and watching whatever was on.
Now, Annie wasn't against her mom dating someone else, but introducing the guy at Thanksgiving just felt a little bit weird to her. It could have been worse, though. The guy could have been a complete dick and Annie would have purposely made the day a living hell for everyone.
Fortunately, Scott Clarke was a nice guy. There wasn't any way around it. A part of Annie wanted to just hate him, but it was easy to like the middle school science teacher. How he and her mom met was beyond her, but her mom seemed pretty happy about it.
Steve told her to just give him a call if things got unbearable. His parents would be around, but he swore he would make up an excuse to help her out. What were friends for if not saving what was originally a well-liked holiday?
Everything was pretty nice that morning. Annie was working on baking a pumpkin pie and was making some mashed sweet potatoes. That was about the extent of her cooking ability. The pie was easy, she just had to pour a few cans of mix into the premade crust and make sure it didn't burn. The sweet potatoes were just the anomaly of being able to cook one thing decently enough.
"I've heard a lot about you from your mom," Scott said.
Annie nodded as she poured in the pie filling, "Yeah, I've heard a bit about you from some kids I know."
"Which kids?"
"Um... I think they're your AV kids? Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, and I think Max is in there, right?"
"Yes, you'd be correct," he grinned, "They're a bright group. How do you know them?"
"Um..." she paused, realizing she couldn't explain the real circumstances, "I helped babysit them a couple of times."
It was obvious that Scott was trying and Annie had to give him some credit. From how the kids talked about him, he was a smart and nice guy. While she wasn't ordinarily inclined to trust the judgement of a bunch of eighth graders, she trusted those kids.
While this wasn't the Thanksgiving Annie had counted on, it wasn't warranting a call to Steve. However, when the doorbell rang, a few alarms automatically went off in Annie's brain.
She went over to open the door and saw none other than Carter Hardwick. Already, she could feel her stomach twisting in knots. As nice of a guy as Scott was, she doubted that he dad would take well to him. Hypocritical yes, but what was a shitty parent if not just that?
"Anne, aren't you happy to see me?" he asked.
Annie forced a smile, "Uh yeah! Just um- just a bit unexpected."
"Well, I wrote."
Maybe she shouldn't have burned those letters after all.
Begrudgingly, she let her dad into the house. What other choice did she have? If her mom wanted to force him out, she wouldn't stop her. However, Annie was all too aware that she had no way of telling anyone what to do in this situation.
"And who's this?" her dad asked, nodding at Scott.
"Mom's new boyfriend," she said, her brain simply short-circuiting.
How couldn’t that have happened? The way her dad stared at the other man made Annie want to crawl into a hole. Thankfully, her mom came out into the living room. There was no hiding the look of disdain on her face. It was even more obvious when her mom asked him to talk with her for a moment.
He shrugged, "I'm sure whatever you have to say to me can be heard by our daughter and whatever asshole you've got over here."
"I'm speaking to you alone," her mom insisted.
That left the living room with only Scott and Annie. They both decided to just watch the dog show going on in front of them. Erik hopped onto the arm of the couch and Annie busied herself with petting him.
"So what's that little guy's name?" he asked.
"Oh, this is Erik. He's the family cat, but he likes me the most. Probably because I'm the most relaxed one in the house, I guess."
He nodded, "Poor, poor Erik."
"Wait... you've read Phantom?"
"Well, of course. It has some of the most amazing scientific ideas for the time!"
She thought a moment before nodding, "Yeah, I guess you're right."
While Annie wasn't sure what to think of her mom dating someone, she was at least glad this guy was nicer than her dad. The contrast was obvious when her parents both walked out.
"Anne, you'll be happy to know your good-ole dad's gonna be here for the day," her dad said as she dodged him ruffling her hair.
"You're not my dad," she said plainly before her eyes widened a bit.
That wasn't something she counted on coming out of her mouth, but she wasn't about to take it back. Technically, she was right. Neither of her parents were biological. Still, they took care of her like they were. Except, with all the things her dad had said and done in the past, she knew she could hold that lack of biology against him as long as she wanted.
"Go to your room!" he snapped.
Annie let out a laugh, "Are you serious?! You don't even live here! If you actually wanted to be a good dad you would... you- well you would pay the damn child support once in a while! You only have to make thirteen of them!"
"Annette!" her mom said, "I think you could use a moment to cool off."
That was the nicest way her mom could tell her to go to her room. Maybe she hit a nerve or two, but Annie knew she hadn't said anything that wasn't already true. There wasn't any use in arguing, though. Not when she almost wanted out of the situation. She picked up her cat and took him to her room with her.
This was the exact sort of thing she was supposed to call Steve over. So she took the phone in her room and dialed his number. As it turned out, Steve did have a phone in his room. One which they had both completely neglected that night a few weeks ago. A night she wasn't over by any means. She hadn't told her mom about any of it, and she knew that she probably would never be able to explain it. It still stuck around in her head. The inter-dimensional and the real things that happened just wouldn't leave.
She let out a sigh as she heard the phone ringing and she twisted the phone cord around her finger.
"Hello?"
"Steve?"
"It's not even noon yet," he said, almost laughing, "That bad already?"
Annie chewed on her lip, "My dad made a surprise visit... I kinda told him he's not my dad and to pay the child support for once."
"Oh shit..." he sighed, "I'd try to come and get you but um- my parents sprung a surprise trip to my aunt's on me."
"That- that's fine, I get it. You gotta see your family."
"If it's any consolation, I'll wish I'm not there. I'd really prefer to hang out with you."
She smiled a bit, "That's nice... I'd rather hang out with you too. Of course, I'd rather hang out with a cockroach than be stuck here."
"Well, if I make it back early enough, maybe I can make something work," he suggested.
"I'd like that a lot."
There was shouting in the background of Steve's end, "Uh I gotta go. Good luck, though."
"Thanks um- you too."
Then the phone clicked off and Annie set her own on the receiver. Admittedly, she almost counted on hanging out with Steve. Aside from the kids, there really wasn't anyone else she spent a lot of time with.
The thought of him trying to come over later did make her feel special. Not that she was about to say so. It was normal, they sort of just had each other. She didn't have any friends to begin with and she knew Steve would sooner die than third wheel his ex all the time.
Aside from sort of being social outcasts and dealing with the Upside Down together, what did they have in common in the first place? Maybe they had a similar sense of humor and similar music tastes, but almost anyone could have those things in common. They were just friends and Annie knew that didn't mean they had to do anything more than that.
Either way, Annie knew that she wasn't going to bother with leaving her room until someone told her to. Continuing on with her reading of War and Peace was fine with her. Contrary to her dad's opinions, she thought it was an interesting book.
A part of her was almost too invested in some of the drama of it all. What with Natasha now being tempted by Anatole as Sonya tried to be a good and loyal cousin as well as a friend. It had her reading the pages as quickly as she could. Though, a huge factor in getting through the book as quickly as she was had to be waking up in the middle of the night.
The nightmares didn't happen every night, but it wouldn't have made much of a difference either way. It was too much for her to deal with. While Steve wanted her to talk about it with him, she still didn't say much about it.
"Annie?" her mom knocked at her door.
She marked her book, "What's up?"
The door opened as her mom stepped inside, "You know, I think we still need a couple of things from the grocery store."
"Wait," she looked over the list being handed to her, "I thought we had-"
Her mom cut her off, "We're gonna run out soon. Just take your time, alright? There's no rush."
"Oh, okay."
This happened often enough when they lived in New York. If tensions got really high, her mom would send her out somewhere to do something. That didn't mean she missed out on all the yelling and arguing, though.
Still, it was enough for Annie to take the hint and grab her red, fleece-lined jacket off a hanger and left the house without saying anything. She was almost positive they didn't need any of this. They had more than enough butter and Annie could barely stand Stove Top stuffing in the first place.
She walked rather aimlessly, though she was headed toward the town. If she were too aimless, she would have ended up in the woods. As bright as the day seemed, she still didn't trust herself to go there alone.
Besides, she still hadn't found her switchblade since trying to fight Billy. A part of her thought it was possible he had it. Though, it was just as likely that it was in some obscure place of the Byers' house. She didn't want to go back there any time soon. It wasn't that she had anything against the family, but the thought of going back into the house or stepping into the living room? That was out of the question.
A part of her wished she had some way to actually make Billy pay for everything he did. The problem was that there wasn't any way to do that without giving away everything else. Not that she could think of, anyway. And who knows, maybe she didn't interpret everything properly. Maybe he hadn't done anything.
Her hands clenched inside her jacket pockets as she continued walking. A part of her wanted to tell her mom at the very least. The closest that got was when her mom saw the scar that the cut she got on her face left behind. She blamed it on getting into a bit of an altercation with Erik.
After walking for some time, Annie found her way to a small park. Someone was sitting on the swings. She could see the red hair from pretty far off, but she was unsure of who it was. Though, the closer she got, the more certain she was.
"Max? What're you doing out here?" she asked, sitting on the other swing.
Max looked over to her, "Um... just hanging out."
"None of the guys are available?" she asked.
Max shook her head, "It's Thanksgiving, everyone's with their families."
"Yeah? Well, then what're you doing out here? It's a bit chilly."
"Um..." Max let out a sigh, "You know how the whole divorced kid thing goes. It's my first Thanksgiving without my dad around and Neil and Billy are... um... they're being themselves."
Annie frowned, "They're not hurting you are they? Because if they are I-"
"No, not like that. After I almost hit Billy's nuts with that bat he's been a bit better. It still um- it scares me sometimes, though.
She nodded, "I guess that makes sense. I wish I could look forward to my dad showing up out of nowhere today, but that guy's a dick."
"Oh, was it just gonna be you and your mom?"
"And your science teacher."
"Mr. Clarke?!" Max exclaimed, laughing, "You're kidding!"
She laughed along with Max, "I'm not- I mean, having my mom date some guy like this is weird, but- but I guess things could be a lot worse, you know? Well, before my dad showed up and managed to make it awkward for everyone."
"Oh, that sucks. Sorry, I just don't know what else would help you."
Annie shook her head, "That's alright. You're, like, thirteen? You don't need to worry about helping me."
The both of them stuck around and talked to each other for a while. They managed to avoid actually talking about the awful things Billy had done. Likely because neither of them were prepared for a conversation like that. At the very least, Annie knew that just thinking about talking about that with anyone was enough to make her nauseous.
Eventually, it was for the best that Max went home, so Annie walked her back before turning around and heading back to her own house. She would have to face everything there eventually. But maybe her dad decided to buzz off by that point.
There was no such luck, though. As awkward as it was for her, she gave Scott props for not finding an excuse to get out of the house until the meal was over. If she were him, she would have faked a family emergency in a heartbeat. Though, it was possible that he was just a better person than she was. Lots of people were.
"So, Anne, I've heard you're reading War and Peace," her dad said as they all sat around eating pie.
Annie nodded, "Yep."
"I don't understand why you would bother. I've already told you all the reasons it's a waste of time."
Annie set down her fork before looking over at him, "Maybe I started to realize you compulsively lie about everything. Oh, or maybe I realized people have different tastes from you. Hm, maybe it's the fact that I couldn't give a shit about your opinion of me after everything you've done."
"Language, young lady! Elsa, is this really what you're letting our daughter get away with?"
"I'm not your kid! If I were, you wouldn't send me a ten page letter about how I-"
"Cut it out! Both of you," her mom snapped, "Look, I'm not about to kick my own daughter out of my house, but Carter? I've done nothing but try to make this day decent and, frankly, I'm tired of that. I need you to leave."
Annie focused on her pie as her mom and dad headed out of the kitchen. It beat getting told to quiet down or to stop rambling. Although, it was clear the enjoyment of silence wasn't mutual.
"This pie is great," Scott told her.
She forced a smile, "Thanks... my mom ended up doing most of the work this year, though."
"You know, I hope you don't think I'm intruding on anything. I know this wasn't the best time to try and introduce myself."
"Look, I'm gonna be honest with you. Having my mom date someone is super weird, but I don't hate you. That being said, if you even so much as think about hurting my mom, I'll find a way to make your life a living hell."
Eventually, Annie was able to go back to her room for reasons other than getting into it with her dad. It was nearly midnight and she was focused on the book in front of her as she sat in her bed. There wasn't any school the next day, so she didn't worry about what time she went to bed.
Her distracted state didn't last long when she heard something knock on the window. When she looked out she only saw a shadowy figure outside and her eyes widened. Though, looking closer, it was obviously just Steve.
She opened the door, though she did so a bit sheepishly. How could she have been so easily scared by her closest friend? Steve slid in quietly, though there was a bit of tumbling in since her bed was right under her window. If he got his shoes on her light grey comforter, she would have probably screamed.
He grinned, "Told ya I'd come over."
"Steve, I- I wish you'd told me first," she said.
His smile faded a bit, "I can leave if-"
"No, sorry, just," she sighed, "I don't know, everything just really sucks right now."
There was a long pause before Annie let herself say what happened that day. She wished today could have been normal. That every day could be normal. If that meant her life was boring then so be it. Maybe all the boring people had it right.
"That's really shitty," Steve said, looking at her.
"Yeah."
"Hey, maybe it'll get better."
"Maybe."
A few more minutes and Steve was doing everything he could to get Annie to laugh. It took a solid half hour to get a real laugh out of her, but he did it. After getting her a bit more distracted, they ended up talking about everything except the things they should have probably talked about.
Instead, it meant both of them staying up until the clock in Annie's room read that it was nearly three in the morning. It was around that point that Steve passed out in the chair next to her desk and Annie was only partially on the bed with her head and torso laid out on the carpet and her legs on the mattress.
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The Untamed Episode 1- translation of Chinese subs
The Untamed - Episode 1
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[Sixteen Years Ago]
Gossiper:
Wei Wuxian is dead!
Gossiper:
That’s great news!
Gossiper:
It’s good that he’s been killed!
That calls for a celebration indeed!
If not for the Yunmeng Jiang Sect leading the extermination for the greater good,
by combining their forces with the three great clans, Gusu Lan, Lanling Jin and Qinghe Nie,
the scourge Yiling Patriarch, Wei Wuxian would not have been killed on the spot.
Gossiper:
That’s right. Previously, the Yunmeng Jiang Clan took him in out of kindness.
No one expected him to cause such calamity.*
*Translation note: 养虎为患 (yǎng hǔ wéi huàn): lit to nurture a tiger that invites calamity.
[Wei Ying, courtesy name – Wuxian]
Gossiper:
On the contrary, he openly defected and made an enemy out of every clan,
and almost caused the entire Jiang Clan to be tragically destroyed.
If I were Jiang Cheng,
I would have stabbed him to death at the beginning.
Cultivator:
I’ve got the Stygian Tiger Amulet!
Cultivator:
The Stygian Tiger Amulet!
[Lan Zhan, courtesy name – Wangji]
Wei Wuxian:
Lan Zhan.
Let me go.
Jiang Cheng.
[Jiang Cheng, courtesy name – Wanyin]
Jiang Cheng:
Wei Wuxian!
Go and die!
Storyteller:
Speaking of Wei Wuxian,
16 years ago,
he was once a talented young master of great repute
amongst the cultivation clans.
Becoming famous when young,
he was such an impressive and unrestrained man.
Yet, look what happened to him in the end.
Falling off a cliff,
his body never found.
Consigned to eternal damnation with no hope of recovery.
________________________
[Sixteen Years Later]
Lan Jingyi:
Storyteller, according to what you said,
[Lan Jingyi, Gusu Lan Clan]
did the Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian really die?
Storyteller:
He had indeed fallen off the cliff.
However, in the past 16 years,
despite having thoroughly searched the bottom of the cliff,
young Clan Leader Jiang has never found his body.
[Lan Yuan, courtesy name – Sizhui]
It is rumoured that,
the Yiling Patriarch
had the ability to transform nature, cause utter chaos and destruction.*
Therefore, although we’ve had 16 years of peace,
who can say for certain that
the Yiling Patriarch, Wei Wuxian
will not return to life
on this day?
*Translation note:
翻天灭地 (fān tiān miè dì): lit to overturn the skies and destroy the earth
移山倒海 (yí shān dǎo hǎi): lit move mountains and empty seas
[Yong Xian Pavilion]
Strange person:
Return! O soul!
Go not to the realm below!
Return! O soul!
Go not to the realm below!
___________________________
[Mo Manor]
Mo Xuanyu’s spirit:
Mo Xuanyu.
Mo Xuanyu!
Wei Wuxian:
Who?
Who’s calling?
Mo Xuanyu’s spirit:
Mo Xuanyu.
Mo Xuanyu!
Wei Wuxian:
Who?
Who’s calling?
Mo Xuanyu’s spirit:
Mo Xuanyu.
Mo Xuanyu!
Wei Wuxian:
Mo...
Who’s Mo Xuanyu?
Mo Xuanyu’s spirit:
You are Mo Xuanyu.
I’ve put all my effort into saving your life.
From now on,
you are Mo Xuanyu.
Wei Wuxian:
No, I’m not.
I am...
Mo Xuanyu’s spirit:
I had no other choice.
I did not want to use the Body Sacrificial Curse on you.
However...
they have bullied me beyond breaking point.
Kill them for me.
Kill them for me!
Wei Wuxian,
help me take revenge!
Mo Servant:
Hurry up!
Let’s go.
Wei Wuxian:
Who’s this?
Mo Servant:
Get lost!
Wei Wuxian:
How dare you kick me, the Patriarch?
You have a lot of nerve.
Mo Ziyuan:
How dare you tell on me!
Do you really think that I’m afraid of your complaint?
Just think,
who gave you a place to live!
Who gave you rice to eat!
Who gave you money to spend!
[Mo Ziyuan]
So what if I took a few things from you?
Everything you have is mine!
Mo Servant:
Young Master, we’ve smashed everything.
Mo Ziyuan:
That was quick.
Did you find the cultivation tools?
Mo Servant:
This is all we found
in this wrecked house.
Mo Ziyuan:
Hiding these torn up papers
like treasure.
You think you are great because you were with the Lanling Jin Clan for a few years?
They are never going to acknowledge a bastard like you!
Eventually, you still got driven out like a dog!
As your cousin,*
I’ll give you some advice.
Don’t follow the example of your deadbeat mother.
Stop daydreaming.
Bitches will always be bitches.
You will never climb your way into the glory of the Lanling Jin Clan.
*Translation note: subtitles use 表哥 (biǎo gē): older male cousin, indicating that Mo Ziyuan is actually older than Mo Xuanyu.
Mo Servant:
Young Master, the cultivators for the cleansing have arrived at the main hall.
Madam asked you to come over.
Mo Ziyuan:
Good.
Wei Wuxian:
Mo Xuanyu, Mo Xuanyu.
I was contented to be dead.
Why did you save me?
You even used the Body Sacrificial Curse on me.
What kind of intense hatred did you have?
Even so,
as the Yiling Patriarch,
I was a wretched ingrate, deranged and frenzied,
perfectly suitable for exacting vengeance.
One scar for one life.
As long as his enemies are alive,
these scars will never heal.
Couldn’t you just let me stay dead.
A-Tong:
You...
Wei Wuxian:
I...
I...
A-Tong:
I...what?
Crazy Mo, who let you out?
Get back inside now!
Wei Wuxian:
I...
I’m Mo Xuanyu?
A-Tong:
If you’re not Mo Xuanyu, who else would you be?
Let me tell you,
stop daydreaming.
Even if you can climb to the highest position,
you will always be a bastard.*
Why aren’t you wearing that crappy mask today?
*Translation note: 你就算飞上枝头，也变不了凤凰。- lit ‘Even if you flew to the highest branch, you’ll never turn into a phoenix.’
Wei Wuxian:
Do I always wear a mask?
A-Tong:
Hey nutcase, while you’re still sane right now,
why not tell me,
what did the Lanling Jin Clan do to you?
Why did you change so much after returning
from that Carp Tower?
Since then, you’re either powdering your face or wearing a mask.
What? Too ashamed?
Wei Wuxian:
How old was I when I went to Carp Tower?
A-Tong:
Thirteen years old.
Why are you asking this?
Wei Wuxian:
Nothing. I’m going off now.
A-Tong:
Where are you going?
I...you, come back here!
How dare you run off!
I...
will
Wei Wuxian:
The peanuts are not as tasty compared to 16 years ago.
Mo servant:
Recently, something evil has been causing trouble.
Many people have been killed.
Madam has long expected your visit.
This way please.
Wei Wuxian:
What a coincidence.
The Gusu Lan Clan arrived
right after Mo Xuanyu saved me.
Is he here as well?
[Xiao Ao Dong Hall]*
*Translation Note:
啸 (xiào): whistle
傲 (ào): brave/proud
东 (dōng): east
轩 (xuān): hall/pavilion
Erm... translated as Eastern Hall of Whistling Pride?
Madam Mo:
Please accept our thanks, cultivation masters,
for coming to Mo Manor to cleanse evil spirits.
I have long heard
that members of the Gusu Lan Clan are well instructed on morals,
and elegant in bearing.
I have seen for myself today that
your reputation is truly well-deserved.*
*Translation Note: Madam Mo speaks very formally here; hence I’ve tried to write in formal English (no short forms, no apostrophes, businesslike language) here to reflect her politeness. She gets very rude later on though.
Master Mo:
Indeed, indeed.
[Master Mo] [Madam Mo]
Madam Mo:
Speaking of which,
the Mo Clan has an affinity with the cultivation masters,
unlike other commoners.
Our household has a junior member
who had once received instruction from a cultivation clan.
If the cultivation masters here
could stay over for a few days,
our clan...
Wei Wuxian:
I’m here!
I was wondering who called me.
In the Mo Clan, aren’t I the one
who has the most affinity with cultivators?
Madam Mo:
Who let him out?
Get rid of him, quickly.
Master Mo:
Get lost.
Wei Wuxian:
I...
I’m not leaving!
Onlooker:
Look.
Wei Wuxian:
I’m not leaving!
Not leaving!
I’m not leaving here!
Onlooker:
How embarrassing.
Wei Wuxian:
I’m not leaving, not leaving!
Mo Ziyuan:
Leave now!
Wei Wuxian:
I’m not leaving, not leaving!
Mo Ziyuan:
Leave!
Wei Wuxian:
Let go!
Mo Ziyuan:
LEAVE!
Wei Wuxian:
Let go of me!
Not leaving! I’m not leaving!
Mo Ziyuan:
Leave!
Wei Wuxian:
Let go of me! I’m not leaving! Stop pulling me!
Wei Wuxian:
Let go of me! I...
Mo Ziyuan:
Leave!
Get lost now!
Wei Wuxian:
I’m not going back!
Mo Ziyuan:
Leave! Stop going crazy!
Madam Mo:
My nephew has been mentally ill since young.
Please, I hope you do not mind this.
Wei Wuxian:
I’m not going back!
Mo Ziyuan:
Mo Xuanyu, you damned nutcase!
Get lost, or you’ll get it from me later!
A-Tong, get rid of him now!
Wei Wuxian:
I’ll go if you want.
But only if you returned the things you stole from me.
Mo Ziyuan:
Nonsense! When did I ever steal from you?
Why the hell would I steal from you?
Wei Wuxian:
Fine! You didn’t steal!
You robbed me!
Onlooker:
Look at this person.
Onlooker:
What’s happening?
Onlooker:
Look at this.
Onlooker:
How can this be?
Onlooker:
It’s so embarrassing.
Wei Wuxian:
It hurts!
It hurts!
Come here and see this!
I don’t want to live anymore!
Onlooker:
This...seriously...
Wei Wuxian:
Madam Mo was filled with hatred
and gathered the entire household
to bully me, her nephew!
Mo Ziyuan:
I didn’t kick him.
Wei Wuxian:
I don’t want to live anymore!
Onlooker:
This footprint.
There’s no way Mo Xuanyu can kick himself, right?
After all, he is still a blood relation of the Mo Clan.
Your relatives are so cruel!
Onlooker:
That’s true.
When he first returned home,
he wasn’t this crazy.
He was most likely driven mad.
Onlooker:
Right.
Mo Ziyuan:
You damned madman! Who gave you so much guts?
Shut the hell up!
Wei Wuxian:
I can shut up,
once you return the things you took from me.
Or you can kneel down and kowtow a few times to me.
Onlooker:
What a scandal!
Wei Wuxian:
Did all of you see this?
He stole my things and beat me up!
He has no conscience!
Lan Sizhui:
Young master, you can speak openly to us.
Madam Mo:
Master cultivator,
this is my sister’s son.
He is mentally ill.
The entire household knows about it.
He’s been like this since young
and often talks nonsense.
Please don’t take it seriously.
Wei Wuxian:
How dare you say that my words can’t be taken seriously.
I’ll say this again.
From now on, if anyone dares to steal my things again,
I’ll break one of your arms.
You hear that?
Mo Ziyuan:
You!
Master Mo:
Stop this!
Wei Wuxian:
Everyone, I’m leaving now.
Excuse me.
Onlooker:
Now what?
Onlooker:
Let’s go.
Lan Sizhui:
Madam Mo, let us discuss our business.
We ask for your permission to use your west courtyard tonight.
Please remember
not to walk around the premises after night fall.
And more importantly, do not go near that courtyard.
Madam Mo:
Yes. Thank you for your hard work.
Mo Ziyuan:
Mother! This madman maligned me in front of everyone!
I’m not letting this go!
Didn’t you say before that he’s just a bastard!
Madam Mo:
Shut your mouth!
Mo Ziyuan:
This madman is so dead!
Madam Mo:
Master cultivator, this way.
Wei Wuxian:
Why does it taste like water?
Do I
really have to kill off the entire clan?
Mo servant:
This way.
Wei Wuxian:
The Stygian Lure Flag?
Lan Sizhui:
Everyone, come over here.
Later, both of us will be at the west rooftop.
The two of you will be at the east rooftop.
Let’s go up and do a reconnaissance.
We should try to arrange the Stygian Lure Flags
at the high points around the roof.
After placing them...
...at midnight...
Wei Wuxian:
Although all the cultivation clans wanted me dead,
the things made by the Yiling Patriarch
are still being used.
Lan Sizhui:
...if they come from the east...
we can converge against them at all four directions.
Take care not to alarm the residents of Mo Manor.
Also, we need someone to guard the corridor here and that roof over there.
Remain vigilant at all times.
Keep calm and focused.
Do not get affected by evil energy.
Lan Jingyi:
What are you doing? You shouldn’t be here.
Stop it! You’re not allowed to take that!
Wei Wuxian:
No!
I must have this!
Lan Jingyi:
Return it, otherwise I’ll hit you!
Wei Wuxian:
I won’t return it!
I must have this!
Lan Sizhui:
Jingyi,
it’s all right. Just talk to him gently and take it back.
There’s no need to argue.
Lan Jingyi:
I’m not intending to hit him anyway.
Look at him,
he’s messed up the formation.
Wei Wuxian:
The motifs are drawn correctly
and the spell lines are not lacking.
There are no errors.
This will work without problems.
However, the person who drew this lacked experience.
This incantation
will only attract evil spirits at most at a distance of five li (about 2.5 kilometres).
It should be enough.
Lan Sizhui:
Young Master Mo,
it’s getting dark soon.
We are about to start capturing evil spirits,
so you should hurry back to your room.
It’s dangerous at night.
No matter what you hear tonight,
please do not come outside.
Young Master Mo, what’s wrong?
Wei Wuxian:
It’s just a crappy flag!
Who cares!
I can draw better than all of them!
Lan Jingyi:
He really is a nutcase.
Lan Sizhui:
Don’t say that.
Let’s just finish our job.
Lan Jingyi:
Let’s go. We’ll have a look over there.
Look over there, the flag formation should start from there and continue all the way here.
Lan disciple:
Over there?
Lan Jingyi:
Yes.
A-Tong:
Young Master,
the cultivators told us not to go outside
and not to come to the west courtyard.
Mo Ziyuan:
How do I get back at him if I don’t come here?
Go, get that black flag for me.
A-Tong:
But the cultivators said...
Mo Ziyuan:
Idiot.
They are just afraid that someone would steal their precious cultivation items,
that’s why they frightened us on purpose.
Look at those cultivators,
they are all holding a black flag.
Hurry up and go!
A-Tong:
Young Master, I got the flag.
Mo Ziyuan:
Let’s go.
Lan Sizhui:
Jingyi,
this tune seems very familiar.
It sounds like a melody from Gusu.
Did we hear it from somewhere?
Lan Jingyi:
That’s unlikely,
it’s being played so horribly.
I haven’t heard it before.
Wei Wuxian:
Lan Zhan.
Mo Servant:
Drag him out and report him to the officers!
Mo Servant:
Yes!
Mo Servant:
Right!
Master Mo:
What officers? Beat him to death!
Mo Servant:
Yes!
Wei Wuxian:
It hurts!
Mo Servant:
Move!
Wei Wuxian:
Be gentler!
Master Mo:
What’s happening?
Mo Servant:
I don’t know either, Master.
Wei Wuxian:
I’m done for.
The Mo household has never seen Mo Xuanyu as an adult,
but the members of the Gusu Lan Clan may recognise me.
Master Mo:
What should we do now?
Lan Sizhui:
Young Master Mo,
why don’t you get up?
Master Mo:
Ziyuan!
A-Tong:
Master cultivator!
Wei Wuxian:
A puppet.
Mo Servant:
What should we do, Master?
Master Mo:
This...
Madam Mo:
Yuan-er!*
It’s you! Definitely you!
*Translation Note: Madam Mo calls the last character of Mo Ziyuan’s name and adds 儿 (ér = child) to it as a form of endearment and familiarity. In wuxia stories, the parents often use that way to address their children.
Lan Jingyi:
He’s being possessed by an evil spirit!
Lan Sizhui:
It’s not that simple.
Look at the black veins on his neck,
it looks like some kind of special markings.
A-Tong:
No.
He murdered two people
within the time of one incense stick!*
Master cultivator, save us!
*Translation note: One stick of incense: An ancient way of measuring time in a lot of wuxia stories. One stick of incense = 15-30 min of time.
Wei Wuxian:
Stop!
Lan Sizhui:
Madam Mo!
Madam Mo:
He turned my son into this!
Why are you stopping me?
Wei Wuxian:
Why would I have anything to do
with your son becoming like this?
Lan Sizhui:
Madam Mo, your son’s condition
is due to damage of his spiritual senses.
It is caused by evil spirits.
This person did not do it.
Madam Mo:
What would you know?
This madman’s father is a cultivator!
He has learnt a lot of evil spells!
I...
Lan Sizhui:
Madam Mo, there is no proof, so...
Madam Mo:
Proof? My son becoming like this, isn’t it proof?
This madman said
if Yuan-er touched his things,
he would break one of his arms!
How pitiful,
Our Yuan-er has never stolen any of his things.
He has not only framed my son,
he’s even caused him so much harm!
Wei Wuxian:
You brought this on yourself.*
You even dared to steal these things.
No wonder you got possessed by evil spirits.
*Translation Note: 自作孽不可活-
自 (zì) -self
作孽 (zuò niè) -does evil
不可 (bù kě) -cannot/should not
活 (huó) -live
lit: One who does evil deserves death
Madam Mo:
Yuan-er, my poor Yuan-er.
What on earth did you do to my son?
Lan Sizhui:
Do not worry, he is merely unconscious.
Madam Mo:
You useless things!
What kind of cultivators are you! Can you even cleanse evil spirits!
You can’t even protect a child!
Wei Wuxian:
Ptooi! (spitting sound)
You really treat these people as your servants?
They journeyed here over a long distance
to help you cleanse evil spirits without asking for a single cent.
May I ask how old is your son?
He should be around twenty this year, right?
Doesn’t he understand human language?
Wasn’t he told repeatedly last night
not to touch anything here
and not to go to the courtyard?
On the contrary, he went out to sneak around.*
It’s his fault, not mine!
*Translation Note: 偷鸡摸狗 tōu jī mō gǒu: lit to imitate the dog and steal chicken (idiom)
Madam Mo:
You...
Go, call everyone here!
Why are you blanking out?
Go!
Master Mo:
Get lost!
Madam Mo:
What are you doing?
How dare you disobey!
Get out!
A-Tong:
Master, let’s go.
Madam Mo:
Get lost!
A-Ding,
help the young master to his room, hurry!
Mo Servant:
Young Master.
Mo Servants:
Madam!
Mo Servants:
Madam!
Lan Jingyi:
What on earth is this thing?
Lan Sizhui:
This evil spirit is savage,
we must send a signal to Hanguang-Jun quickly.
Mo Servants:
Madam!
Wei Wuxian:
Hanguang-Jun?
Are you talking about Hanguang-Jun, Lan Zhan?
Lan Jingyi:
But Hanguang-Jun did not tell us where he was going
before he left.
Wei Wuxian:
Wait a moment, did you say Hanguang-Jun is nearby?
Lan Sizhui:
It doesn’t matter. Let’s discuss after we send the signal.
Wei Wuxian:
Wait a moment, there no need to bother Hanguang-Jun.
Lan Jingyi:
But what should we do if he doesn’t arrive on time?
We don’t even know what on earth this is.
Wei Wuxian:
Really, there’s no need to bother him,
I can resolve this.
Lan Sizhui:
We must defend till our last breath and wait for him.
Wei Wuxian:
I say...
Looks like I need to resolve this quickly.
These black veins
are obviously traces left behind by the Stygian Tiger Amulet.
However, the Amulet’s already been destroyed.
What on earth is causing evil here?
Mo Servant:
A-Tong, you’ve woken up.
Wei Wuxian:
Get back!
Look at his neck.
Mo Servant:
There’s a ghost!
A ghost!
There’s a...
There’s an invisible ghost here!
It’s him...
He’s the one who made A-Tong strangle himself to death!
Wei Wuxian:
There’s no ghost.
Lan Sizhui:
Everyone quiet!
Their left arms are all broken.
Lan Jingyi:
This madman.
How can you still laugh at this moment?
Wei Wuxian:
I’m not.
Lan Jingyi:
Stop making a scene,
no one will bother with you.
Wei Wuxian:
He’s not Mo Ziyuan’s father,
and that’s not A-Tong.
Lan Sizhui:
Why?
Wei Wuxian:
Their hands.
None of them are left-handed.
They always hit me with their right hands.
I’m very clear about this point.
Lan Jingyi:
What’s there to be proud of?
You look so pleased with yourself.
Lan Sizhui:
I see. The evil spirit hid in their left hands.
Can I trouble all of you to raise up your left hands.
It’s afraid of our protective talismans.
Take off your robes!
Wei Wuxian:
Wake up, it’s time to work.
Lan Sizhui:
Jingyi!
[Lan Zhan, courtesy name – Wangji]
Lan Jingyi:
Hanguang-Jun!
Wei Wuxian:
So he still dresses like he’s in mourning.*
*Translation note: In China, mourning clothes are usually in white, which is the colour of Lan Zhan’s usual robes.
Lan disciples:
Hanguang-Jun!
Lan Sizhui:
Hanguang-Jun,
That thing was utterly savage,
what manner of evil spirit was that?
Lan Wangji:
This is not an evil spirit.
It is the spiritual entity of an exceptional spiritual weapon
that was hiding within a sword,
most likely a sword spirit.
Lan Jingyi:
An exceptional spiritual weapon?
Why does it have so much resentment?
Lan Sizhui:
Hanguang-Jun,
this is...
Lan Wangji:
The Stygian Tiger Amulet.
Lan Sizhui:
The Stygian Tiger Amulet?
Do you mean that the sword spirit has traces of the Stygian Tiger Amulet?
Lan JIngyi:
During the battle at Nightless City,
the Stygian Tiger Amulet was destroyed.
Unless...
Unless the Yiling Patriarch really did not die?
Lan Sizhui:
Where’s Young Master Mo?
Lan Wangji:
Wei Ying,
is it really you?
_____________________________
Storyteller:
Thank you, young sir.
I didn’t expect that
after telling the story of the Yiling Patriarch for three days,
I would receive a piece of gold.
I’m rich!
Strange person:
Return! O soul!
Go not to the realm below!
Return! O soul!
Go not to the realm below!
Wei Wuxian:
There is one person left to take revenge on.
I wonder who is it?
Translation Notes :
The names of most objects, weapons and places will be the same as the Netflix translation to avoid confusion. E.g. Carp Tower (金麟台jīn lín tái), Stygian Tiger Amulet (阴虎符 yīn hǔ fú).
For all Chinese idioms and proverbs, I will try to translate the actual meanings within the context of the dialogue instead of using their literal translations.
仙师 (xiān shī) literally means ‘immortal master’. In Netflix, it is translated as ‘cultivator’. I am using ‘Master Cultivator’ as a polite way of address and ‘cultivator’ as an informal address.
The Netflix version translates 灵识 (líng shí) as ‘spirit cognition’. I have translated it as ‘spiritual sense’. I’m going to assume that ‘灵识’ is some kind of sense that everyone in CQL universe has in various degrees. Cultivators will have really well developed ‘灵识’ to help them sense evil and exterminate it. The exception is the spiritual weapon 灵识 which is translated as ‘spirit entity’. Since the sword spirit seems to be semi-sentient, it seemed more appropriate to treat it as an entity instead.
This series has a few characters that speak very formally, like an ancient Chinese textbook (esp. Lan Zhan), and some who speak very casually (E.g. Wei Ying). In this translation, Wei Ying’s dialogue is peppered with language short forms and apostrophes to reflect his casual way of speaking. I will try to switch to a slightly more archaic sentence structure to reflect formal Chinese language.
The line breaks mostly correspond to each line of mandarin subtitles within the episode. However, I have switched some around so that the English translation can make more sense and flow more smoothly.
#CQL#The Untamed#The Untamed Episode 1#Translations are hard#Chen Qing Ling#Chinese to English translations
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Sabriel + "you snuck a cat into your dorm room and I won’t tell anyone if you let me come over to pet it when I’m stressed out"
For the Love of the Feline Fur
There’s a knock, and Sam looks at the door with great concern. It’s past dinner, and he definitely isn’t expecting anyone. He doesn’t have a roommate - perks of having the scrawniest room on the campus, Dean says - and his friends are all supposed to have gone out tonight; some farewell party thrown by a graduating senior, that is, exactly the kind of university-wide affair Sam doesn’t want to spend his evenings at. Sure, the Lucifer guy did invite him, but he’d had to excuse himself. It couldn’t be Kevin, either - he’s pretty sure he wasn’t back from Oregon yet. A fleeting thought claimed it might even be Dean - but the probability was a quarter in a million. Ever since Dean landed the job at the salvage yard, he’s hardly gotten out of Kansas - or so, he says. Sam can totally tell it’s got way more to do with the blue-eyed prudish dude Dean didn’t want to explain from his laptop’s screensaver.
The thought that follows, is edged with the lingering fear of an inspection. In all his months here, it’s never happened, but every freshman has a fair bit of uneasiness, associated with the surprise checking of their rooms, as instilled by their seniors, like it’s a tradition. And obviously Sam’s inclined to be more terrified of such a possibility than others, now that he’s basically living on the other side of the law.
In his own head, the situation worsens, his hope dwindling - fuck, what if word had gotten out, and that was the warden? What will he even -
Whoever it is, knocks again.
Sam grits his teeth, breathing tentatively, and decides he can’t waste any more time - especially if it’s the campus committee or whoever does these so-called checks. He pushes Amelia’s box further under his bed, and prays that she doesn’t wake up - as he goes to open the door with his most innocent look plastered on his face.
Contrary to all he’s imagined, and all the various turnouts he’s considered - it’s just a guy from somewhere on his floor, that he’s seen around a couple of times in the manner that everyone at a college has seen everyone, but never had a conversation with. He’s short, so he’s looking up at Sam, and has a serious crease in his forehead. Sam can’t tell if it’s sincere, though. He waits for Sam to finish giving him a once-over, as he peeps through a slightly ajar door, before he asks. “Can I come in?”
“Hey.” Sam blinks. “What do you need?”
The guy raises his eyebrows, really noticeably high, till they’ve started to disappear in his blond hair, just as his make-believe frown. He looks at Sam pointedly, as if Sam is supposed to infer something from that bit.
“Uh.” Sam mutters, confused. “What does that mean?”
“It’s the universal gesture for ‘I know’, Samsquatch.” He frowns, and Sam is taken aback by a lot of things at once. The way he managed to get his eyebrows that far up - and how they’re curving as they come down, to frame his grinning eyes. The fact that he somehow knows his name - or at least enough of it to give him a nickname. And what he said. About knowing.
When in doubt, play dumb. “Okay. Uh. Well, what does that mean?” He crossed his arms across his chest. “What do you know?”
The guy rolls his eyes. “You don't need to keep that act up, okay? Lemme in, and we can talk.” He lowers his voice, because Sam’s giving him a properly weird look. “I’m looking out for you, dumbass. I don't think you want me telling what I know out here in the hallway either.”
Now that makes sense to Sam, so he lets him inside, parallely worried that this stranger might actually know. He does all he can to not pull him in, except he can’t exactly come off as frantic. “Fine. Come in.”
He walks in, with his hands shoved in his wide hoodie pockets, and a Marvel jacket tied around his waist - looking around Sam’s tiny room as he does. It’s almost like he’s looking for something.
Sam never learned to do any better, so he keeps doing his ‘I-have-no-idea-what-you’re-talking-about’ bit. He gestures at the guy to sit, and he immediately chooses the red beanbag which Dean bought Sam as a joke when he started college, but which is also the only place available for guests in his room - and settles down, cross-legged on his ankles. Sam sits on the bed, because they’ve run out of sitting-spaces already. He holds back a sigh, as he feels the warm basket against his heel, as his legs hang off the edge. “Now, what?”
The guy goes for the frown again, and is apparently about to say something before he stops, and goes for an introduction instead. “I’m Gabriel, by the way. I live diagonally across the hall from you.” He grins. “There’s a Freddie Mercury cutout on the door?”
“Cool.” Sam swallows. Yeah, he knows that room. Always thought it was pretty cool, but then he has a very traditional ‘do not enter’ sign on his that he wouldn’t want to part with.
“And please stop looking at me like that.” He requests, going on. “I don't bite people, on first meetings. Unless they’re asking for it. And just to put your heart at peace, I’ve heard that you have a cat.”
“Heard?” Sam revolts. “Who else knows? How many people -”
“Figure of speech. Sorry.” Gabriel apologizes, cutting him off. “I didn’t hear it. And trust thy neighbor, nobody knows.”
“Then, how do you -”
“I was awake when you were smuggling it in.” He shrugs. “It’s regular for me to awake at 3 in the morning, of course -” He pauses, and shoots a sympathetic look at Sam. “But you didn’t know that, did you?”
“Why would I -” Sam started, and stopped himself mid-sentence, getting riled up. “Obviously I didn’t know! I would’ve used the other hallway!” He shrieked. Hell, he’d worked so hard to get her in. He’d bought her just before the store closed, running all the way there from his Economics class ending at 5 - and then left her with Garth, the friendly pharmaceuticals guy he’d convinced the day before, till he could come back to retrieve it. He’d even gone out twice before nightfall to make sure she got used to seeing him, and didn’t make much noise when he finally brought her into the building, disguising her box as a really fluffy pillow. To keep up the act, he’d even bought the only cushions available at Garth’s store - old, pink ones with the AIDS ribbon on them.
“I have a cousin who’s been bred the same way as me, and he lives on the other side of you.” Gabriel tells him, cutting into his reverie, and Sam can hardly tell if it’s supposed to be a joke. “It’s really rather me than him, though.” Gabriel deadpanned.
“Why?” Sam frowns, flailing on the inside, but trying to keep it together. “You both would just rat me off to the warden.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong, kiddo.” Sam scrunches his nose at that bit, but Gabriel doesn’t seem to care. “Balthazar? He, uh, has a bit of a crush on you. My bet is, he would’ve used that information to blackmail you into going out with him - and his dream chick-flick would end with the both of you co-parenting your cat, and his dog. Who I totally didn’t just tell you about.” Sam’s eyes widen. What does he even say to that? “But me? I’m a simple man, seeking simple pleasures.”
Sam gathers the courage to ask. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m obviously going to let you retain full custody of your cat.” Gabriel declares, solemnly. Three fourths of the time, Sam can’t tell if it’s a joke. “And I’m obviously not going to tell that bitch of a warden.”
Sam relaxes a little. “Thank you.” He says, smally.
“But I do have a small condition.” Gabriel now breaks into a gummy smile with zero warning, and it’s almost blindingly adorable, and Sam is almost unprepared. “I won’t tell anyone - and I mean, anyone - if you let me come over and pet it when I’m feeling stressed.
Sam looks at him in bewilderment. “What?”
“What?” Gabriel argues, folding his arms on his chest stubbornly. The smile is gone. “I explained it fairly well, so you know what I mean.” A little softer, he added. “Are you in?”
It may be a weird choice, but it’s not really a tough choice to make. “I - yeah. You know what? I am.”
“Wow.” Gabriel leans back, and visibly relaxes himself. “I didn’t have to beg.” He laughs, and suddenly it’s very clear that all the seriousness was just an exterior. Sam looks at him, captivated.
Before he can think of what he’s saying, he’s let out a, “You kidding? I’d thought I’d have to at least plead. And give you something that wasn’t petting rights.”
Gabriel easily winks at him and Sam has to fight off the slight urge to blush before it shows up. “What would you have given me?”
“Peace.” Sam shrugs, sidestepping the innuendo. “Done your assignments for a month, or something. Got someone to do it, maybe. Whatever, dude. I would’ve figured something out in exchange for your valuable silence.”
“I now feel bad for accepting the first offer on the table.” Gabriel has a baleful expression, and Sam can’t help his own smile.
“It was your offer.”
“Yeah, fine.” Gabriel scowls. “I’d take an emotional support cat over no homework anyday.” Then he pauses dramatically, with a look befitting a questioning of one’s entire existence. “Wait, would I?”
“Yep, you would.” Sam tells him, not bothering to question his own conviction, but the smile coming to him way more easily now. It could honestly have gone a lot worse. And if this Gabriel guy truly only wanted to get to spend time with a cat, in return for not telling on him - how bad could he even be? Also, he’d only asked for permission for when he’s stressed - and though Sam doesn’t mistrust the abilities of college to stress a student, that probably, hopefully means that Sam’s not going to have to share a lot of his cat either.
“I probably would, yeah.” Gabriel sighs, and he sounds so deeply moved by the realization, and is sporting such a doleful sadness, Sam is laughing again - already warming up to the guy.
***
Somehow, time flies by with them getting to know each other, and it’s almost midnight when Gabriel is preparing to leave, and says one last time. “It’s been a pleasure dealing with you, Sam.” He drops the serious tone almost immediately. “Also, there goes the literal last time I ever call you by your actual, full name.”
“It’s actually Samuel, and shut up and please call me Sam.” Sam jokes, before adding. “And I suppose you’d want to shake on it now?” Referring to their deal.
“How did I not think of that?” Gabriel looks positively ashamed of himself. “I’m so proud of you, Samphire. Awesome. Now bring her out!” Sam stares at him in confusion, till he imitates the frankly adorable motion of holding a tiny paw, and Sam laughs, nodding.
“Fine.” He reaches under the bed to pull out Amelia’s box, and she’s not very asleep apparently, because she almost immediately opens an eye when Sam picks her up. It’s a groggy look she spares in his direction, before looking at the new person. Some part of Sam wonders if she’d like Gabriel - and most parts of him are sure that she would. But a small part of him says that if she doesn’t, the deal would be off, and Gabriel would just have to make do with no homework instead.
She’s not very large, and Sam had big hands - so it’s an adorable contrast to Gabriel, who instantly holds out his hands for her.
Sam feels a beat of hesitation in handing her over, he’d not thought he’d be doing it to anyone - not recently, anyways - but Gabriel has such an expectant, excited look on his face that Sam’s unexplainable walls melt off enough for him to hand her over. “Meet Amelia.”
Gabriel instantly cradles her in his arms, muttering in Sam’s general direction. “Come on, you can do better than that when you’re introducing her.”
Sam rolls his eyes, but holds his hands out for her. “Fine, give her back, I’ll try again.”
Gabriel doesn’t make any moves to give her back. “You need to practise first.” While he focuses all his attention on the small cat he’s holding. Crap, she fits so much better in his arms, she manages to look average-sized. When Gabriel spontaneously meows at her, she purrs back, and Gabriel’s eyes go as wide as saucepans. “Oh my god, she’s perfect.” He whispers, completely sincere, before meowing again; but this time she doesn’t oblige him with an answering purr - probably more asleep than Sam had thought - though she noses slightly against his palm and Gabriel audibly gasps.
Sam finds himself smiling at the two of them. He clears his throat, and repeats, uncaring of how goofy it sounds. “Gabriel? Meet the lady of my life, Amelia Catheart.”
Gabriel turns his eyes up to Sam’s unpainted ceiling. “Jesus, what a nerd I’ve managed to unearth.”
Sam swats at him. “It’s a clever pun, okay?”
“It’s the most cliched pun to ever exist.” Gabriel swats back. “You call that clever? You would’ve just as soon named her J.R.R. Tolkitten.”
“That’s pretty good.” Sam mumbles, under his breath. “But that’s more like a guy’s name. But hey, before the whole twitter discourse, JK Meowling was on my list.”
“Of course, it was.” Gabriel sighs. “You wanna hear cool cat names, Samwise? I’ll give you some.” Amelia doesn’t make a single movement, probably dozing off again, as he lists off his fingers on his other hand. “Catsanova. Meow. Uh, Fuzzinator. Shakespurr.” He looks incredibly proud of himself.
“Why does Shakespeare get to be on your list?” Sam frowns.
“Hey, hey, hey. Old Bill wrote a lot of gay romance, so he gets a wild card entry.” Gabriel informs him, knowledgeably. “Also, the list goes on. There’s so many wonderful names! There’s even customized ones. Cat-vak. Nocat?” He laughed breathlessly. “Wait, what’s your last name?”
“Winchester.”
Gabriel gasps theatrically, pulling at Sam’s sleeve as the idea comes to him. “Pawschester!”
Sam blinks. “Wow.” He squirms. “We could make that her last name, you know. Amelia Pawschester is awesome.”
“Oh, but it’s too late.” Gabriel smirks, annoyingly.
Sam scowls. “It’s not too late, she’s not gotten used to Catheart, I never call her that - I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if she’s named -”
“Nope.” Gabriel teases. “It’s too late, Sammich. You lost your chance at having your cat’s name match her dad’s. And at having a cat with a cool name. What’s done is done.”
Sam flicks at him, frowning. “Shuddup.”
“The time has gone by,” Gabriel laughs, egging him on. “Alas! Even you know, in the depths of your heart, that it is too late. Don't you wish you met me before? Before your cat lost her chance at -”
“Everything about my cat is perfect, you shut your mouth.” Sam jutted his chin out boyishly, crossing his arms tighter on his chest, and Gabriel throws his head back and laughs.
“Okay, now that I can agree with.” Gabriel loses the edge, and shoots Sam the cheesiest smile ever, making him melt into a mirroring grin, before returning to being fascinated out of his depths by the completely asleep cat in his arms.
***
It’s only been a couple of days, that there’s a knock on Sam’s door at eleven in the night - followed by a voice singing his name, which he recognizes almost immediately. He may have been thinking about it.
But, safety first, and just to be sure, he decides to put Amelia down in her box. “I’ll be there in a minute!” He calls, urgently, getting up from his seriously comfortable spot on the bed. She mewls softly, but doesn’t do much else to object when Sam mumbles an apology and pushes her box under the door, and goes to the door.
Sure enough, it’s Gabriel. He’s wearing a jumper, which is strange because Sam’s only in a v-neck. But then, most things about this man are strange. Gabriel looks up at him with a wide smile. “So?” He draws out the vowel. “Were you, like, doing your homework completely naked, or just cuddling with your super secret cat?”
Sam gives him a look, one which he hopes manages to convey how much of an inconvenience it was to get up for Gabriel’s sake, as he lets him in with an exaggerated shushing gesture - he doesn’t want word to get out that he has a cat to cuddle with, in the first place.
***
Almost a week later, after Gabriel’s spent around two hours in his room, talking to Sam about what a crappy day he’s had because of his ridiculous group for a Community project; and talking to Amelia about how she’s really, really soft and how he loves her very much - just before he leaves, he turns to Sam with a playful look in his eyes.
“Guess what I was thinking of in bed last night.” He starts.
“No offense, but I don't think I want to know.” Sam returns, grinning.
“Oh, wait. You mean, like that? Well, I was absolutely all over Sirius Black.” Gabriel threw back, letting out a dreamy sigh which made Sam snort. “But this is different, you perv. I was thinking about us having a password.”
“How do you mean?” Sam frowns.
“Like, I’ll knock and say the password, and then instead of you having to get up and put her in her box and wrap up your designated quota of anxiety, you just say the word and I could let myself in.” Gabriel suggests.
“You really did watch too much Harry Potter last night, didn’t you?” Sam teases. But he doesn’t hate the idea. Would save him a lot of effort, really. “And, I don't think I mind us doing that. As long as the code’s only known to us.”
“Obviously.” Gabriel nods.
“So, what will it be?” Sam asks, as Gabriel stands up and hands his cat back to him. Amelia purrs a little - he’d specified needing a quieter cat at the shop, and such a wise decision that’d been - and gets comfortable in his arms, as he cradles her. Fuck, he was never going to get used to this feeling of bliss associated with having a pet who loves you.
“How about ‘Gabriel and Amelia Forever’?” Gabriel laughs.
“How dare you,” Sam scowls, but doesn’t mean it at all. “It should rather be, ‘Sam and Amelia Forever’.”
Gabriel instantly furrows his brows. “Nope. That makes her sound like your girlfriend - I’m sorry but you’ve got a name that totally sounds like some human-Amelia’s type - and I don't think I like that very much.”
What do you even say to that, so once more, Sam nods. He’s absolutely not turning pink. That would make no sense at all.
“You know what? We’ll decide it later.” Gabriel picks up his stupidly neon jacket, goes to leave. “I’ll text you or something. I think I should get back to my room now. Because someone revoked their offer to do all my stuff for a month.”
“It’s still a fair deal.” Sam counters, as Gabriel waves at Amelia in particular.
“I know.” Gabriel agrees, emphatically. “You let me pet your cat, and rant to you.” His voice grows thoughtful. “Wait, did I ever thank you for all of it, Sammich?”
He’s so serious that Sam doesn’t know how to reply at all. Words cling to the insides of his mouth. But he clears his throat, and mutters, “You know we don't mind it at all, right?” He turns to Amelia, who just blinks, to reinforce his point. He doesn’t want to go into details, not about how he truly does enjoy every bit of this - and doesn’t want to turn sappy randomly, so pretending your cat sought all your attention all at once is easily the best way to deal.
Gabriel is quiet for a while, probably contemplative, but Sam only looks at him properly after a moment has passed. “Right. Yeah. Thanks.”
“You don't have to say that -”
“Nah, this is for the part about you not minding it.” Gabriel tells him, and though he says it so simply, it’s wonderfully difficult to comprehend. “Just - I should go, okay. Goodnight, Samwise.”
“It just keeps getting worse.” Sam rolls his eyes. Because it was true. It was almost amusing the first few times, and a few of the names were cheesy enough to earn a smile, but it just kept on growing more and more ridiculous.
“Goodnight, Amelia Catheart.” He adds, ignoring Sam.
“Sure. Her, you call by name! I might not, but she gets the basic right of being called by her own -” Sam begins.
Gabriel cuts him off with a smile so happy that Sam is temporarily stunned, and definitely thrown off enough for the latter to make his escape. Sam swears under his breath, though he doesn’t really know why he does it - and lets out a breath he doesn’t know he’s been holding.
***
They do decide on a password after all. It’s ‘The Tin Man’, because that’s from the Wizard of Oz, just as munchkins are. And Amelia’s a munchkin, so that worked out. In fact, Sam is very impressed when Gabriel justifies it to him later - especially by how unobvious it is - and the both of them are very proud of themselves for it.
For a week.
Then, Gabriel says that he thinks Harry from the room next to Sam’s has been looking at him weird - probably because he heard him giggling out ‘Tin Man’ more than once, outside Sam’s door. Sam thinks that makes sense. They decide to reconsider their choice. And this time, go with something that’s easier to justify.
Sam agrees, and they set about thinking again, till Gabriel suggests that the best code is not just one which is unobvious, but one which is completely random. Again, this makes perfect sense to Sam, and he instantly suggests something which Gabriel claims he’ll always be able to justify.
So then, as one does, they start using ‘ramen’.
***
Amelia hasn’t known many people since she started living with Sam - only Garth, and that one afternoon of Dean. But now, there’s Gabriel, and not only does he adore her - he’s terrific.
After a while, it becomes sufficiently clear that Gabriel doesn’t only come over when he needs to feel better - he comes over, more so because he wants to be with Amelia and her parent. He asks Sam questions about her, and Sam has never enjoyed having a pet so much before - because now, he gets to share these little things with someone. He gets to tell someone, that for some reason, Amelia loves it when he pretends to have gotten hurt, because she’s always prompt in stepping up to meow at his “wounds”. Gabriel corrects Sam when he calls it offering condolences, with a snicker, and a, “Your cat may be a sadist, Samantha.” Sam justifiably swats at him.
He now gets to show someone how Amelia totally dances to November Rain. He gets to think aloud and what he’ll feed her for dinner, and how she’s earned a treat - and all those things that he used to have to keep to himself.
He also gets to have someone to crib to, when one fine morning, Amelia tears through his new textbook in her exploration of her claws probably - but it’s a textbook that costs more than a fortnight of meals, so that’s that. Gabriel, angel that he is, offers to come and take Amelia to his room for the day, because Sam stubbornly claims he doesn’t want to see her right now - but then Sam pleads him to take her away to just another corner of Sam’s room, and Gabriel agrees with a rather understanding nod.
Initially, he used to be a little bit jealous - of how easily Amelia fell in love with Gabriel, but Gabriel and Amelia can have so much fun together, that Sam goes back to his habit of turning on the music unless someone hear her purr - like he used to do, during the first few days of having her. But he’s far from envious now, and happily joins in. Pretending to be the victim, of course.
Gabriel brings her treats too, because he happens to go out for some reason or the other almost everyday, while Sam stays in with his assignments and pet, after their classes. He doesn’t want to leave her alone for any more time than he absolutely has to. So Gabriel brings back cookies, and they smell so good that it’s useless trying to convince her it’s an empty box, so that she could be surprised later.
One of the best parts is when Amelia does something absolutely fascinating randomly, and he doesn’t have to be the only one gushing over it. The other day, she managed to get herself inside Sam’s pencil stand, and kept peeking at him from there as if keeping a check on him - and Sam didn’t have to think twice before taking a picture and sending it to Gabriel. Who replied with an involuntary keysmash, several heart-eye emojis, and proceeded to show up outside his door within two minutes, urgently whispering, ramen.
All in all, Sam kind of loves having someone who loves Amelia around. More than he would’ve imagined, but that’s probably owing to the more particular fact that it’s Gabriel. And Amelia certainly doesn’t mind having another kinda-sorta dad around either, so there’s that.
***
Almost a month later, when Gabriel falls sick, Sam realizes he misses him more than a lot. They text, and Sam sends him pictures of the more mediocre things too, but it’s not the same thing as spending your nights regularly staying up with someone, sitting on the floor and discussing your respective lives while playing with your absolute darling of a cat - a schedule that makes sense, because this way she sleeps for most of the time, they both have college.
It’s not the same thing at all. So, he figures out a way to make it work.
The next morning, when he’s only just leaving for his lectures, he doesn’t persuade Amelia to go back to sleep. He instead starts prepping the pillow thingy from how he first brought her in, pulling a large pillow cover on her bed - yeah, Amelia’s not sleeping in a box now, they’ve bought her a proper basket - and setting off with his bag slung over one shoulder, trying to be nonchalant about carrying such a large, floofy thing while on his way to class.
He wants to surprise Gabriel really, so he hasn’t told him anything about this idea - though it feels infinitely weird to be on the other side of the door, knocking and whispering ‘Ramen’.
Almost on cue, Harry - who just fucking happens to have been walking by - gives him a weird look.
Sam has no idea how Gabriel does it.
It’s easier soon, when he hears a surprised, ‘Come In!’ In a voice which is definitely Gabriel’s, though it sounds different, probably because he’s sick. Sam walks in, excited to show Gabriel what he’s brought with him, and finds Gabriel all piled up in a bed under a couple of blankets. “Morning, Samshine.” He greets, smiling - and instead of looking miserable, he manages to look so goddamn comfortable - that Sam just wants to take his cat-containing-pillow and get in bed with him.
“Wait.” His eyes widen. “Is that -”
“Yep.” Sam announces. Gabriel’s eyes visibly light up, and his eyebrows disappear in his hair. Sam feels proud of himself. “I figured you missed her.” He adds, and it’s not a lie, but it’s definitely not the complete truth. But Gabriel nods so enthusiastically, that Sam sets her down on the bed and begins to excavate the cat from the cotton.
Soon after, Gabriel shoos him away, reminding him that he’s got classes to get to - bringing in a mention of Professor Zachariah and latecomers as his final card, and Sam leaves. He suspects Gabriel’s more excited to get rid of him because he’s never gotten to spend time with Amelia alone - the closest he’s got to that is when Sam’s studying on his desk and he’s playing with her on Sam’s bed. He’s a little surprised how little he minds leaving Amelia with Gabriel now, because he had totally anticipated some first-day-of-preschool parent-blues. But he isn’t worried about her enough to bunk his lectures, and get back to the latter’s room - though it’s a temptation he has to fight; the chance to spend the day with his cat and his - uh, well, Gabriel.
That night, Sam works on his midterm paper in Gabriel’s room, and later brings them both dinner from the mess. It feels strange to be the one ‘providing’, in a twisted sense of the word, but he suspects it’s just the feeling of entering a room that’s not as cramped as his, and seeing the two of them curled up in bed. It was a good thing Amelia was a cuddler sort, otherwise Sam and Gabriel would’ve tired her entirely.
After dinner, he decides that it’s probably too much work to take Amelia back for the night - and it’s a risk he doesn’t want to indulge in needlessly. Gabriel supports this decision wholeheartedly, and for the first time in months, Sam’s going to sleep in his room alone.
(It’s not that big a deal at all, but again, it feels weird enough that a few hours in, Sam moves back to Gabriel’s room with an actual pillow this time. It’s only because Gabriel is sick and won’t be able to take care of Amelia, he reasons, and Amelia might get feisty during the night and make his condition worse - and it’s several such excuses he makes to no one in particular, because Gabriel just hums his affirmation within a minute. He settles on Gabriel’s couch for the night. Yeah, Gabriel has a couch, while Sam uses a beanbag to welcome his guests. It’s not large enough, but it’s comfortable, and he wakes up, breathing laboriously, only to find his cat curled up on his chest, and a weighted stare from Gabriel, which makes him pink, because he just might have been watching them sleep.)
***
A few more weeks go by, and it’s closer to finals now. Sam’s at his desk, with Amelia warm in his lap, not making a sound because she’s brilliant like that when Sam’s working - and it’s one of the favorite parts of his day. He’s already finished his first draft, and is skimming through for the first time of necessary edits before he’s done for the afternoon, and can watch a movie when Gabriel arrives. He sips from his travel mug, because he’s been putting off washing the regular one - and is almost too concentrated when there’s a knock on his door.
“Ramen,” follows in a singsong voice, and Sam is smiling as wide as ever as he saves the changes, and resolves to come back to it later, before closing the file. The door opens, and sure enough, reveals Gabriel - he’s in an orange turtleneck, which would look ridiculous by itself on a rack, and he’s carrying multiple packets in his hands.
“Surprise!” He announces, latching the door behind him.
Sam gets up, after Amelia has jumped nimbly from his lap and pattered over to Gabriel - and follows the route his cat took to Gabriel. “What’s this?” He asks, reaching out to glance at it, when Gabriel holds it out.
They’re cat toys. A whole damn lot of them. Sam doesn’t even recognize most, he’s sure, as his eyes widen. He registers the things which he does know of - catnip, chew toys, a scratching pad, many plush colored mice which are also chew toys, and, “Oh my God.”
“Do you think,” Gabriel gushes, excitedly. The happiness is contagious, and Sam has a smile as well. “Do you think she’ll like it?”
“Of course,” Sam mumbles. Amelia never had many cat toys - only the most traditional ones, which Garth and Dean contributed to, actually. With buying a cat, and then having a pet to feed - his expenses had gone up fairly enough, so he hadn’t been able to spare much thought to buying them. “This is ridiculously too much, Gabriel.”
“Oh, shush,” Gabriel said, cheerfully. “I blame Pet Empire, for having such a cute cat section, and you, for making me want to make your cat happy!” Sam chuckled. “I didn’t even get the big stuff, you know, because it would be slightly harder to explain if I dragged a Tower of Toys through the hallway.”
Sam pales a little at the thought, but nods.
“If you want, though, we can go get one of those assemble-at-home kits, and put it together on a sunday and -”
“This is too much.” Sam repeats, feeling a sort of happiness for Amelia that mostly beats the embarrassment at having her treated to so many things by Gabriel. “Ridiculously.” He adds, as before.
“Oh. Shush.” Gabriel repeats, laughing, as he holds out another packet specifically for Sam to hold, and puts the rest of the things on the floor for Amelia to examine now.
Sam peers inside, and frowns. “Gabriel. I’m not going to make her wear clothes.”
Gabriel frowns back, harder, like it’s a challenge. “But you wear clothes, don't you?” He nudges, and it’s not a challenge again, but his frown deepens.
“Gabriel, I’m not accepting any-” He begins, but brings out the garment and let out an involuntary gasp. It’s a grey sweater, and it’s so soft, and there’s a cat’s whiskers and eyes on the front, and it’s absolutely adorable, and it is making him melt on the inside. “Holy shit.”
“I got one for me too!” Gabriel tells him, beaming at him. “They sold it in pairs, and it was just the best thing ever!”
A his-and-his kitten sweater, Sam’s brain instantly goes to - but he makes it stop before he can externally lose it. “I -” He tries to find the words in which he’s going to ask Gabriel to take it back, because this is completely off-occasion, and he hasn’t ever gotten Gabriel anything and Gabriel bought his cat so many toys and him the nicest sweater he owns and -
“You can’t not like it.” Gabriel boasts, and he looks so terribly certain of himself, in that typically smug way of his - that Sam loses the fight in him.
“Just - uh. Thank you, okay?” He mumbles.
Gabriel waves his hand dismissively, but he’s wearing a huge smile and Sam doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, but he’s blushing, and it’s just - a really great moment, okay? Right before Gabriel perks up and says, “Guess what I did for the size, though? Just asked for the largest size in the boy’s section.”
Sam rolls his eyes. “Like I’d have asked for the smallest, if I were shopping for you?”
“Yeah, exactly.” Gabriel replied, not even bothering to look offended and Sam huffs a breath.
He grins back, and with another glance at Amelia on the ground with all her toys in the bag and her trying to paw them out, remembers his resolve. “Okay, smartass. Thanks, again, I guess. But I mean, why this stuff? What is it today?”
“See, now I want to say that it’s our anniversary because I dig cheesy, but I don't remember what day it was when I first assaulted you for petting rights, and in case you do, it’ll just be embarrassing when I get it wrong.” He snickered, and earned a snorting laugh from Sam. No, he didn’t remember either. Just knew that it’d been April. Because he’d been reading something for English, and he finished his semester in May. It must’ve been a tuesday, because he was weirdly sure it was meatloaf day at the mess. And - it doesn’t matter, does it?
“Well then, what is it for?”
“I guess,” Gabriel starts, seriously. “I didn’t want Amelia to think I’m only using her for her stress-relieving fur.”
“I’m almost a hundred percent sure that she doesn’t think that.” Sam consoles him, sincerely.
“But like, just to be sure.” He winks at Sam, and Sam feels the tension from before returning. “And even if I’ve only been using her for selfish purposes, I should at least be a sugar daddy right.”
Sam chokes. “How do you come up with this stuff?”
Gabriel shrugs, a smirk playing on his lips. “Your cat’s stress-relieving awesomeness-inducing magic fur.”
Sam throws his head back and laughs. “Do I need to get Amelia checked for growing drugs on herself, or something?”
Gabriel sighs. “You know, you just might.”
“Shuddup, my cat is perfect.”
And yeah, those words have definitely been said before, but Gabriel is solemnly nodding and Sam doesn’t mind being an unoriginal, ardent admirer of Amelia. At all.
Amelia seems to acknowledge their existence at this point, and claws at Sam for help in getting the things out of their plastic packaging. Sam gives her a look for the clawing, but she meows back stubbornly. Almost too loud, and Sam winces.
“Look what you did.” He glares at Gabriel. “Spoiled my perfectly nice cat, is what you did.” He adds, because Gabriel doesn’t look guilty at all.
“I’ll deal with her.” Gabriel tells him, kneeling down on the floor, so that he can give all of his attention to her. He begins to undo the wrappings. “We’re just two attention-seeking peas in a pod, aren’t we, Amelia?” He looks up at Sam with a wink, because she’s gone quiet almost immediately as Gabriel brought out the cat wand, trying to learn how to play with it, maybe.
Sam sighs, but it’s mostly pleased. “Fine. Justify her behavior. Let her make noises now. I’ll drop her off at your room at night, and see how you like it then.”
“Well, it’ll guarantee you sleeping there too, so I don't think I’ll hate it very much,” Gabriel returns, like it’s on the tip of his tongue, and Sam swallows at the remark.
“Shut up.” Ignoring his turn to contribute to the bickering, he instead offers, “Well, I’ll just put on some music in case she makes noises too catlike for me to justify as you doing impressions.”
“I’m really doing wonders for your sense of humor.” Gabriel tells him, snorting loudly, and Sam rolls his eyes before getting up like a good host, to go through what he has. He easily finds a playlist for popular songs of the decade, because he’s not in the mood to look for songs specifically - and puts it on shuffle.
Justin Timberlake comes on, and music fills the room loud enough to drown out all sounds Amelia could make. Like it’s supposed to do, really.
But Gabriel stares at Sam, wide-eyed. “I don't think you want to be playing that song right now, Sambo.”
Sam raises an eyebrow at him. “Why not?”
“How do I put this?” Gabriel pursed his lips. It wasn’t clear if he was stifling a smirk, or his discomfort. “Everyone on the floor already thinks we’re banging, so playing sex songs like that doesn’t help.”
Sam almost objects to it being a ‘sex’ song, before realizing simultaenously that maybe it was one, and also that that wasn’t important. Gabriel has his hands shoved in his pockets.
Sam blinks at him, incredulous. “They think what?”
“Wait, you had no idea?” Gabriel actually looks taken aback, as he goes on. “Come on. We lock ourselves in your room, blaring music loud enough to drown out any sounds, practically for hours every night.”
“We spend afternoons together too.” Sam mutters, short-circuiting, and focussing on the dumbest part. And moving to another. He isn’t really thinking about what he’s saying right now - it’s coming from his lips, but he can’t truly be thinking these things, can he? He should be thinking things like how disgusting that is, how he instantly needs to go out on a date with someone else, not that he’s ever gone on a date with frigging Gabriel! Just -
“Sam?” Gabriel asked, looking just a little bit concerned.
“How could anyone have so much sex?” Sam blurted, unthinking.
But Gabriel didn’t seem to mind his off-topic comment, and replied smoothly. “See, you’ve not had sex with me yet, so you don't know just how easy it is.”
And Sam blinked at him - not knowing what to freak out about, or in what order. The fact that everyone thought he was doing it with Gabriel, or the fact that Gabriel had just casually slipped in a ‘yet’. In any case, Amelia meowed at him pointedly, as if asking him to turn his attention from these pieces of information handed to him back to her, so that they could play with the toys Gabriel had bought her together - because Gabriel was already picking out mobby mouses, lattice balls, caterpillar teasers and whatnot; ignoring Sam’s gaze with just that hint of a smirk.
***
Okay, so I took a terribly long time with this, but in my defense, it turned out super fucking humongous. The original prompt got messed up, and I’m sorry to everyone who was subjected to it. It’s a prompt by @rauko-is-a-free-elf and I loved it! I hope you had a good time reading that giant schmoop of fluff, and here’s my dear taglist: @awkward-penguin-in-a-trenchcoat @styggtroll @adventurous-blob @petrichoravellichor @all-or-nothing-baby @iamcharliebradburylevelperfect @moderatelypanickedbiromantic @elvenlicht @legendary-destiel @a-mess-of-many-fandoms @trenchcoatsandfreckles @noemithenephilim @naitia @ladywaywarddsc @zoerayne2426 @hellfire37 @3dg310rdsupreme @thekidsmaybealright @impulsivedandelion @galaxy-charm I think that’s about it. If I’m missing anyone, I’m so sorry, but I keep forgetting to update my damn taglist. I’ll do it soon!!! Bye, and have a nice day!
~ Sheya
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