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maplleaf · 11 months

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a/n: I can't reply bc this is a side blog. tumblr L 👎also srry for being late been busy with irl things ajeihdjd.

GEPARD LANDAU

Meeting new people and creating bonds is like second nature for the crew of the Astral Express. As a part of that family, it's hereby natural for you to do the same. Friends, or even enemies, are common to make; lovers are rare though. When Himeko suggested the youngsters of the Express should go out and bond, she didn't think it'll end up in romance.

Neither you and Gepard fell at first sight, it was closer to falling at first fight, or second to be even more specific. You definitely caught his eye when taking a small tour of Belobog. March 7th is the walking ball of energy; Dan Heng is smart and composed, the grey-haired trailblazer is... trash loving; and to him, you were like the older sibling who keeps everyone in check.

In addition, you seemed interested in his explanation of Belobog's history, the sentence being supported by your volunteer work for Belobog's museum a couple weeks after.

The next time you two met, you threw hands with him. He fought and believed in Cocolia's words, even fought against his sister for it. Yet in the end, he was knocked some sense into and was defeated.

When he saw you fight, something seemed to click like a lightswitch in him. Even if he was blocking you to your goals, you didn't want to hurt him. It end up hurting like hell, yeah, but it didn't leave any marks or cause even worse injuries.

He could see that you held back, and something about that weighed in maybe he was in the wrong. How could someone as gentle as this, be inclined to destroy the last city that exist?

After that, it was like a snowball falling from the top of a mountain until he's hit with the realization that yes; Gepard Laundau is falling for you. The Express didn't leave for awhile, and he finds himself struggling to leave your side in that time. It took some time, but he was eventually invited aboard the Astral Express.

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"Pretty, isn't it?"

Gepard smiled in agreement at your words. He gazed into the planet he's been living on, or commonly called Jarilo-IV. Even with the eternal winter decimating the land, it was still a magnificent view.

"Since the root of the eternal winter is solved, Belobog's temperature should be rising," you tried to comfort him, afraid he may be disappointed in the view.

Gepard's blue eyes laid on you. If he were to tell himself from the past that he would fall in love with an alien who helped solve the eternal winter's crisis, his past self wouldn't even believe it for a second.

"...the view is the planet y'know, not me," you teased him, letting out a few light laughter. Gepard's face flushed as he was caught staring, "sorry. You just looked very pretty," he blurted out, now making both of your faces red.

After bracing yourself not to stutter, you broke the silence. "...In any case, even if the Express leave we can still talk to eachother," you told the blonde whilst showing your smartphone. Belobog's phones aren't as advanced as the ones sold by the IPC, but it can still connect and chat with the messenger app of the newer designs. "Here, I'll give you my number."

Gepard gave you his device gladly, with red still dusting over his cheeks.

... away from both of your sight, a wild March 7th watches, taking a picture of you two with her camera. "Stalker Marxh 7th strikes again," the grey haired trailblazer told her and lightheartedly rolling their eyes.

"C'mon, it's cute!" she exclaimed, taking another picture.

The whole crew watched as Gepard chased after your affection similar to a puppy; a comparison Himeko had made. As long as you're happy, the Express Family is happy. By looking at your reactions to his attempts at courting, it seems you were interested in him as well.

"Young love, adorable isn't it, Welt?" Himeko said whilst drinking her cup of coffee. You just left for Belobog to see the blonde captain once more.

Welt nodded to Himeko as he sat on the couch beside her, his eyes focused on the IPC's news broadcasted on their site. "They should make it official quick, we're leaving for another planet in a few more days," he advised, receiving a chuckle from Himeko.

"Has time really passed that quickly?" the redhead smiled.

When the Express visited the Xianzhou Luofu after receiving a tip from Kafka, for some of them it was their first time; Not you though. Whilst you weren't born in the Xianzhou Luofu, you visited the large ship a couple times before.

That day, the Express Family groupchat is blessed with the picture sent by you. Your hands intertwined with Gepard's. The group chat, mainly March 7th, exploded.

In your first visit, you were fortunate enough to meet the dozing general. At the time, you didn't even know he was the general of the cloud knights. For you, he was the attractive man who somehow has birds in his hair.

By that, you meant literally. First time you saw him, you saw a bird crawl into his hair like a nest and you blurt out in front of him; "Are you a bird collector?"

Jing Yuan saw you with a surprised yet pleased smile, after hundreds of years of living; he had never been greeted like that before. "It likes to stay there," Jing Yuan chuckled, curious about your behaviour.

"Are you perhaps a visitor?"

You nodded as a response to him. "My friend was supposed to show me around, but I sorta got lost," you laughed sheepishly. "But fuck it! An adventure is an adventure."

Frankly, your carefree nature felt like fresh air compared to the stiff nature that he's always sorrounded by due to his work. To talk freely with someone who doesn't care about status, when your conversation was over; he simply thought it was a pleasant time.

You exchanged numbers right after, and he never saw you again. At least, in person.

When Jing Yuan isn't busy with work or resting, he wouldn't mind having an interesting conversation with you in his pass time. Over time, he starts to develop a small interest in you beyond friendship. What's fascinating is that you never found out what his title is; something that could be a miracle, or your lack of knowledge of the Xianzhou Luofu.... either way, he doesn't mind it.

While you two doesn't talk everyday, he gets a general idea of how you're doing, and your adventures as a Nameless. He doesn't have any strong opinions regarding the Astral Express and its passengers, but the stories that you told brought a smile to his face each time he reads it.

So when he heard about the Express' sudden visit to Xianzhou Luofu, the smile he usually has increased tenfold. The face he saw you had when his hologram appeared was absolutely priceless!

He sees you trying to balance professionalism in front of Yukong whilst clearly wanting to speak freely to him. Your face clearly holding yourself from being angry at the general but still wanting to be polite in front of Yukong.

"General?"

You crossed your arm followed by an exasperated sigh. "I should've guessed it... your outfit screams 'i am a military person'..." Jing Yuan laughed at your reaction.

"You never asked if I'm a general or not," he retorted, causing you to swing your hand through his hologram.

"How was i supposed to know?!"

Your reaction brought a smile to his face, an expression that your companions at the Express (and Yukong) noted. Welt watched as his fellow passenger of the Astral Express talked with the highly esteemed general like an old friend. He glanced to the person beside him before sighing;

"March, put your camera down."

The starskiff haven stopped at the dock as Jing Yuan emerged from the transportation. The crisis that the Xianzhou Luofu experienced is finally over as life continued on as usual. For Jing Yuan, he's forced to go through much more paperwork than before, but as long as the Xianzhou Luofu is safe, he can make a few sacrifices.

As walked to the central area, he spots a familiar figure looking over to the clouds. The laziness tiredness that's caused by his recent workload seems to dissappear as he approached the person.

"A spectacular view, isn't it?" Jing Yuan chuckled, talking loud enough for you to hear. Your gaze didn't move from the clouds, as his voice is far too recognizable.

"It is... I might come here again if I can get a vacation day from Trailblazing," you could feel Jing Yuan walking closer to you. Your eyes finally moved to him, "let me guess, your 'secret' job gave you mountains of work to do."

Jing Yuan lets out a few light laughs, leaning against the railing as well. "If you know about it, then it's not a secret anymore," he answered. "But yes, they did."

You sighed, stretching your back before leaning forward to view the majestic view once more. "Too bad~ I guess we can't talk to eachother as often anymore, then."

The white haired general took it as a challenge, raising his eyebrow with a smirk. "How are you so confident? I may end up disturbing you at every hour of the day to prove it wrong."

You faked yourself shuddering at the thought, "no thanks... I'd rather join the anti-matter legion if that's the case."

A curiosity then begin to pollute your mind, begging for an answer. "Why did you hide it from me, the general thing?"

Jing Yuan had to thought of an answer before properly saying it. He didn't want misunderstandings after all. "The people I meet will always be unique and different due to this job, and yet their attitude towards me would be similair; with the exception of a few."

"...you were simply different, a breath of fresh air." He chuckled, "My name is well-known around the Xianzhou Luofu and even beyond; to meet and be close with someone who would strive away from the formalities that I've grown accustomed to, I didn't want it to change."

"All living beings with basic thoughts would change their behavior after knowing something new about someone, if you knew about my occupation and title; I feared there might be a change in behavior," he confessed, knowing you won't react negatively. Jing Yuan felt safe enough to confide in you with his occasional day-to-day life frustrations; this seems like the same to him.

You listened closely to his words, feeling your heart ache in glee. Even if he weren't a general, you would feel the same appreciation for him for opening up to you.

"And do I have any changed behaviors now?" you asked, raising an eyebrow wanting to tease him.

Jing Yuan chuckled, "perhaps... you've became slightly more bold," he teased, receiving a smack to his back from you for payback.

The reaction caused you two to laugh. A comforting silence overcame the general and the Nameless. Quietness began to fill your ears.

Your hand slowly went to Jing Yuan's, trailing until your hand is on top of his. Despite you taking the first initiatives, he was the one who interlocked your fingers first; you following not long after.

Words doesn't need to be spoken, as silence seems so be stronger than any words could've been.

"I meant it! Dan Heng, you've lived here before right. It's clear there's some kind of spark in the general's expression!"

"And I've never seen them interact before, I don't have any references to make an assumption."

As the two bickered, the grey haired trailblazer held up the foto Tingyun gave them. "It's on a discount~ since you're a friend of the two," she winked, giving them a QR code for the payment.

The picture is of Jing Yuan holding hands with a fellow Nameless and Astral Express crew. Both of them looking at the clouds of the Xianzhou Luofu. It didn't show their faces, only their backs; and yet from where the photo was taken; it's clear as day that they're holding hands.

Tha Trailblazer sighed, "...this feels exploitative," they sighed but still scanning the QR code, paying for the single picture.

"It's fine, since you're a friend it wouldn't be a problem" Tingyun reassured the trailblazer, seeing the payment confirmation on her device. "Thank you for purchasing, loyal customer!"

March 7th heard Tingyun talking to the Trailblazer, her focus drifted towards them. She gave a hand gesture beckoning them to come closer to her, "did you buy Jing Yuan photos? He would probably be fine if you started taking pictures for free after we saved the Luofu!"

"Techniqally...yes?" The Trailblazer answered, showing their two friends the picture. Dan Heng raised his eyebrow, rarely being physically surprised, whilst March 7th excitedly took a picture of the picture.

"No way?! Is this real?" March 7th exclaimed, tapping on the Trailblazer's shoulder excitedly, "quick quick, text (y/n) about it."

Hearing that, the Trailblazer opened up their chat with the person in question. They sent the picture with the question; "whats this??"

You seemed to reply in an instant, ":)"

March 7th looked over to the Trailblazer's shoulder, "let me see..." she's caught dumbfounded at the weird and cryptic answer. "Hey, what's this kind of answer?! Send another one."

The Trailblazer nodded at her request, sending the most clear cut, gramatically correct, tear-bringing sentence;

"Answer plz."

They got left on read.

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alcottsangel · 2 years

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Rotten Chapter 1 {Steve Harrington x fem!reader}

Masterlist | Ao3 | Soundtrack

Summary: When something horrible happens to Y/n, her friends find her. Platonic Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley x reader. Poc and plus-size friendly.

Warnings: Rape!!, cursing, panic attack, mentions of weed, hyperventilation, vomiting, blood, vaginal bruises.

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Yeah, so I wrote this to deal with some things. You know how it goes.

"Need a ride?" Eddie Munson asked, as his van came to a halt next to Steve Harringtons car.

There was smoke coming from the engine and Robin and Nancy stood behind him, annoyance written on their faces.

The light rain that was falling only made everything worse.

Steve turned to the Metalhead, as Eddie just smirked smugly with the window on his passenger side down.

"We're managing just fine." Harrington answered, before once again facing the vehicle as if he had any idea how to fix it.

Nancy Wheeler was the first to step forward, open the door of the backseat and slip inside, which caused a light chuckle from Eddie.

Robin followed her immediately, and Steve shot her a betrayed glance that she answered with a shrug. "I'm not gonna freeze off my ass in the middle of the night, while it's raining, might I add, just because you're too proud to get into someone else's car." She told him, as she walked around the van to get into the seat behind Eddie.

"Come on, Harrington. Or I might just leave you here." Eddie joked. Steve sighed dramatically, before closing the engine hood, locking his automobile and getting into the passenger seat.

"My dad is going to kill me." He mumbled, as the other man started to drive again. The music that came from the radio was turned down, it was Eddies highly valued Exodus tape, the one Y/n gifted him for his last birthday.

"At least you won't get yourself hospitalised for hypothermia." Nancy laughed lightheartedly, causing the other to smile. "Yeah, I guess." Steve answered, as he leaned against the door and looked out of the window, his eyes followed the raindrops on the glass, like a child waiting for one of them to win the imaginary race.

They drove for a few minutes, the music still quiet, before Eddie cleared his throat.

"Where do you want me to drop you off anyways? Like, what was your plan? It's..." He glanced at the clock. "It's almost midnight, after all."

Robins gaze catched his in the rearview mirror. The blonde raised her brow. "We could ask you the same now, couldn't we?"

The man shrugged, as he leaned back a bit. "I was at a party. One of these preppy ones that I would never attend out of free will." He told them, which surprised the others.

"Why were you there, if you didn't wanna be?" Nancy asked, but not teasingly. It was a try to lift the awkwardness by holding small talk.

"I was meant to pick up Y/n Y/l/n. You know, promised her I wouldn't let her go home by herself. When I showed up I almost wasn't let in, I couldn't find her anywhere, then some cheerleaders told me she walked off with a one of these laundry-basket guys." Eddie sounded a tad hurt by her ditching him.

"Well." Robin chuckled. "Good for her I guess."

It was quiet after that, the music once again dominating. Eddie silently hummed along, until Steve broke the silence. "We wanted to go to the exact party you're coming from." He finally revealed, and Eddie laughed.

"My god, why would anyone voluntarily go there." His laugh was infectious, as the rest tagged along just a second before going quiet again.

"You and Y/n are pretty close, right?" Steve turned to face Eddie for the first time since getting into the car. Robin mentally face-palmed herself. How could someone make a crush any more obvious than asking her best friend if they were dating?

Eddie nodded, eying Steve suspiciously.

"We've been best friends since I stepped on her sandcastle in second grade. Of course we're close." Eddie answered and the girls on the backseat exchanged a glance.

Y/n was involved into the entire paranormal shit since the beginning, she was always there. She walked to the Wheelers house to pick out outfits before parties with Nancy since they were fourteen, she worked together with Steve and Robin, she was even the first person Robin dared to come out to, but she strictly separated these friendships from the one she shared with Eddie. Them smoking weed, judging the cheerleaders when they practiced and making each other mixtapes was just for them. The line started blurring when Eddie got involved into the paranormal shit too. Y/n still tried her best to prevent that. It was a blatantly stupid exchange, they were in the upside down together, they knew who was close and who wasn't. Chances were high Eddie was running to Y/n to tell her Steve had a little crush as soon as they were out of his car.

But neither of the boys said another word, until Eddie asked where he was taking them again, and Steve told him his adress. It wasn't like his parents were home anyways, so there was no issue with some friends staying over.

The Metalhead finally turned the music up, as 'Bonded by blood' was playing.

The crew fell silent once again.

That was, until Nancy saw a figure walking down the side of the road, dressed entirely unfitting for the rain (despite it being summer), and she soon recognised that person as Y/n Y/l/n herself.

"There's Y/n!" She blurted out and pointed into her direction. Eddie laughed, as if she was joking, until her spotted her himself and slowed the car, Steve rolled down the passenger window.

"Hey sweetheart, get in the car!" The Metalhead exclaimed. Y/n turned to him, she seemed startled, almost disturbed with her wet hair clinging to her face and her arms wrapped around her body.

"Eddie." She stated, her voice fragile.

The car now stood, and Y/n noticed that her best friend was not alone, as Steve opened his door to make space for her on the passenger seat.

"My lady." He joked, holding the door open for her. She recognised Robin and Nancy in the back, as they were waving lightly.

Y/n swallowed, still keeping her distance.

"I don't want to stain the seat." She stated, her eyes meeting Steve's briefly, before she quickly looked away again. Her voice sounded incredibly hollow and all of them knew that something was wrong. "A little rain won't do damage." Eddie chuckled to cheer her up a bit, but she just nodded hesitantly before slowly walking towards the door. Steve still held it open, and she stopped to look at him, whispering a 'thank you' his way while she sat down. He closed her door, before getting into the backseat as well, pushing Robin further into the car.

Eddie started driving once again, as the rain stopped and he turned off the windshield wipers.

"Their car broke down. I came to pick you up, like I promised, but you were already gone." The brunette informed her. Y/n only nodded again, her fingers playing with the hem of her skirt.

"Are you alright?" Robin was the first to ask the question they all had. Y/n didn't react at first, then she opened her mouth and closed it again, before taking a deep breath.

"Sure." She shrugged, but her voice was still so brutally hollow and Steve could feel his chest tighten in worry. Eddie licked his lips, trying his best not to sound like a complete ass despite being a bit mad that she wasn't there when he came to that damn party, just for her. "Did that guy ditch you?" Her best friend asked, once again turning down the volume of his music.

"What?" Y/n stuttered, as she properly looked at the Metalhead for the first time.

Eddie shrugged. "Some girls told me you left with someone from the team. I mean, I don't like them, you know, but I thought you'd be fine. But he's a dick if he ditched you." He rambled.

Y/n could feel tears dwelling up, but she swallowed them as she turned away from her friends again. It took her a moment to form an answer, because she feared the tears would actually fall if she talked. And once she did, she only managed to blurt out an 'oh'.

So that's what everyone thought, huh? That she walked off with 'someone from the team', that she walked off with Jason Carver to have some fun? "Are you sure you're okay?" Nancy urged Y/n, as the latter felt the hand of the brunette woman on her shoulder. She was quick to move away, licking her lips and taking a few breaths before being capable of talking again.

"God, I'm fine. I walked off with some guy, he ditched me, it's not that deep. I'm fine." She reassured her friends, in a tone that made it clear she had no interest in discussing it further.

She leaned her head against the window, shifting on her seat to get as far away from everyone as she could.

Y/n lost focus, still picking at the hem of her skirt until she felt something wet between her legs. Her breathing stopped, before she boldly touched her thigh under her skirt. The car was dark, but as she saw the red liquid that now covered her palm she finally felt the reality wash all over her.

Everything around her got blurry, her head was pounding and suddenly everything was much too loud for her. The lump in her throat felt thicker, as she felt that she had to puke. Her breathing went faster and she gasped for air like a fish out of water, the panic now dominating entirely.

"Eddie, stop the car!" The young woman shrieked, startling the others.

"What? Why?!" Eddie exclaimed, still driving.

"Stop the car!" She told him again, her voice full of panic as she felt unable to breathe and began crying. Eddie hit the brakes abruptly, but as soon as the car stood on the completely empty road, Y/n unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of it.

She could only take three short steps, stumbling a bit until she fell to her knees at the side of the road, blood still on her hands and running down her legs, and threw up into the bushes. The gagging caused even more tears, and at this point it was a disgusting mix of hyperventilating and vomiting and her own blood.

Steve was the first who jumped out of the car to follow her, running around it as fast as he could and putting his hand onto her forehead to hold her while she still threw up. Y/n had no idea who held her, but she was grateful because everything, especially her head, felt so heavy, and without the person who held her she wouldn't be able to kneel anymore. Nancy was quick to follow, already preparing some handkerchiefs and a bottle of water.

Eddie was the one who realised she was bleeding, as he stared at the huge stain on the passenger seat. He felt the need to tell the others, to have them comfirm what was right before him, because he couldn't quite grasp it. His stuttering caught Robins attention, who then noticed it as well.

Her mind started racing, realising where Y/n bled, and then realising that she never just walked off with some guy. As the blonde put two and two together, she could feel tears coming up herself. God, that was what she meant when she said she didn't want to stain the seat...

"Shit, fuck." Robin whispered and walked off, brushing her hands through her face. "Fuck." She stated again, more loudly.

Y/n didn't even hear her, she still panicked as Steve rubbed circles on her back in a desperate attempt to sooth the crying girl.

"Sssssh, you're fine. It'll be fine. I'm right here. I got you, I won't let go." He assured .

Nancy and him exchanged a glance, as Nancy got up and handed Steve the supplies she had prepared.

The brunette woman walked towards Eddie, who got out of the car and seemed so livid, that she thought he was going to explode any second. He made an attempt to walk towards his best friend, but he seemed like he was about to scream, or hit something, anything, and Nancy stopped him.

"You're not being helpful." The brunette told him, but he shook his head. "You haven't seen it yet, have you?" He hissed, pointing to the car. Nancy shook her head in confusion, until the tears that now fell down the Metalheads cheeks got her moving, getting faster with every step until she reached the car and saw it herself.

"No." She breathed out. "No, no, no, no, no..."

Nancy looked at Robin, who never appeared more resigned, a silent conversation going on between them. They turned to Steve, the way he held Y/n, the way she would completely lose halt if he wouldn't be there. The way he whispered soothing words into her ear. They turned to Eddie, who kicked the tire of his car, running his hands through his hair with guilt written all over his face, and they turned to Y/n, understanding of what happened, what was done to her, washing over her, and how she held onto Steve like he was all she had and they thought that the person who did this to her, was worse than any upside down monster could ever be, because he was human.

I'll write a second part if you want one I guess. I'm not even sure if it's okay, I just needed to write this.

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ltbarnes · 1 year

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Webs of Opacity

Summary: On the eve of the annual Stark Halloween party, you’ve managed to gulp down too much alcohol and tangled yourself into intricate webs of trouble. Even glittering fairies can’t escape the drama, and handsome 80’s film characters can’t always save them from sleazy boyfriends and hangovers.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Rogers!reader (adopted, of course), Steve Rogers x sister!reader, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff

Word count: 6k

Warnings: underage drinking, reader being very drunk, unconsented kissing, mild violence

A/N: This is a mess, I’m sorry. Started this last fall and rushed to get it done in time for this year. Also happy Halloween and over a week of Midnights being out. Couldn’t help myself from referencing it every other paragraph lol

Also if anyone has any scenarios or requests for my college series please please send them to me! Love your enthusiasm for my Stark U babies and want to keep writing for them

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Your shiny, entirely fake wings keep bumping into the ridiculous amount of people crammed into this room, and you're sure you have never apologized more times in your life than tonight. Wanda has assured you many times that, no, you should not take off your wings because you look—in her words—adorable. It was her idea, after all, to dress you up like a little flowery fairy for the Halloween party Tony has thrown tonight. She made your wings all fluttery and glittery, and the flowers in your hair sparkle every now and then. It feels like a childhood dream coming true.

"Spider-boy!" you call out over the loud music, jumping as you stretch your hand up in the air to alert the young man twenty feet away.

For a "quiet gathering" there sure are a lot of loud, drunk people here. Then again, it was your mistake to trust the promise of Stark when it came to a party.

Your jumping up and down is entirely unnecessary when you're trying to gain the attention of someone with a creepy sixth sense that allows them to just know everything happening around them. Peter already knew exactly where you were the moment you opened your mouth. It doesn't help that you're just a tiny, little bit of tipsy either.

He smiles a toothy grin as he pushes past the crowd towards you, showing glimpses of his Indiana Jones costume that's honestly a slightly surprising choice. He looks handsome though.

"Hi, Y/n!" he nearly shouts over the music, embracing you in a side hug as he takes a look at your outfit. "You're a fairy! It fits you so great, it's like you were meant to be one,” Peter exclaims happily while you chuckle lightheartedly.

"Thank you, it was Wanda's idea. Indiana Jones, huh?" you ask, raising an eyebrow in question. It's quite uncharacteristic. Last year he went as Nikola Tesla and nobody knew who he was supposed to be.

"Yeah, Tony said I had to go as something cooler this year. He'd disown me otherwise." Peter cringes while your head is thrown back in laughter.

"He told me I looked like a moth earlier," you answer with a grin on your lips, the remnants of your chuckles fading out.

"You look great, Y/n. Very sweet. Think Bucky's gonna get here any second and tell me to keep any 'punks' away from you," Peter tells you. You roll your eyes, though fondly.

"Hm, I bet he will," you hum. "Gotta send him back soon if he keeps that up. Both of them, for that sake."

You nod your head towards the blonde head sticking up in the bar crowd. Your brother is an overbearing mess that you would much rather let you be, instead of hovering protectively around your presence constantly. He seems to have eased up on his duties tonight, though, in honor of the holiday.

"I think it's good that—you know—they look out for you. There are a lot of bad guys out there," Peter says, scratching his head nervously like it would somehow offend you.

"Yeah, that's understandable. Though Steve and Bucky seem to think I'm still a kid." You scrunch your nose fondly.

"Well, you are. Kind of," Peter says. Your mouth hangs agape jokingly, with a silent scoff in answer.

"Oh, that's where we're going! You're only two years older, asshole," you say with a glare, taking a sip from the drink in your hand.

"Those two years make a world of difference." He smiles with a glint in his eyes. "Head off to college and then they'll see you as an adult, maybe."

"I'm going in January—stop looking at me like that!" you yell when he smirks, holding back a laugh. "I'm serious! Alright, okay, we're not playing nice tonight, are we?" You raise an eyebrow in question.

"Sure," he smiles. It falters just as quickly when you snatch the red solo cup out of his hand, gulping down the sweet and bitter liquid before crumpling the cup in your hands. "Hey!" Peter shouts. "You're not 21!"

"Neither are you." A victorious smile adorns your lips. You try not to show the distaste from the bitter liquid burning in your throat.

"In a few months!" Peter blushes and you fight the urge to coo at him because he gets shy over the most peculiar things.

"You're so cute, Parker," you tell him with a bop to his nose.

"Oh, piss off," he says and shakes his head.

"Learnt a new swear word? Impressive. College has really changed you."

"You're really annoying right know, you know that?"

You shake your head frantically, scrunching your nose simultaneously, and there's something different about you that Peter just noticed now.

"You're already drunk, aren't you?" he asks with realization dawning upon him. You gaze up at him with a mischievous glint and a gasp escapes him. "Y/n, Steve's gonna freak out on you!"

"He's never gonna find out. And I'm not drunk. I had three drinks earlier, 's fine," you say with a dismissive wave.

"Three drinks?" he breathes out in disbelief. "That's not little—hey! Hands off, asshole!" Peter interrupts the beginning of his speech to scare away the twenty-something with his hands on your hips.

"Dickhead," the guy mutters under his breath as he backs away. You turn around to meet Peter's eyes with a pout as the guy saunters off, a disappointed frown in between your brows.

"That guy was hot. You scared him away. You ruined my only chance," you pout.

You turn around again before Peter has the chance to answer, roaming your eyes around for the guy. With only a few seconds he's managed to land himself over by the bar, drink raised to his lips as he eyes you hungrily despite Peter's warnings. You smile, biting your lip with a newfound confidence you've never experienced. Yeah, definitely tipsy. Sober you would be hiding away in the cleaning closet by now.

"Well, yeah, he was—Y/n, hello?" Peter lays his hand on your shoulder, turning you around to meet his eyes again. "You know what? We're gonna go for a walk." He lays an arm around your shoulders, gently steering you away from the guy and into the crowd.

"Oh, where?" you ask, already forgotten the source of your previous pout. "Careful of my wings, Parker."

"It's a surprise," Peter says as he loosens his hold around your wings, glancing to see if they're alright. You stop talking almost instantly and for once he's happy to know some silence from you, because right now you can't seem to shut up and he's not used to spending time with your chipper-talkative version.

Peter pushes the two of you through the thick, sweaty crowd filled with lazy costumes and masterpieces alike, ranging from several layers thick to barely covering anything at all. He recognizes some of the people from the compound, some from his college that he doesn't even know how they got here, but most of them are complete strangers.

You send flirty glances and hellos over your shoulder to every guy you gain eye contact with. It's scary how fast the alcohol went to your brain, from being completely unnoticeable to half-drunk in a minute. Peter does not like the drunk you. Or he does, maybe, but not in a room filled with guys who just can't wait to get under your ridiculously cute dress. It's offensive really, how you can manage to look so excruciatingly innocent and hot at the same time. He'll curse out Wanda tomorrow.

The party is so packed with people that it takes ten minutes before he finds the ones he's looking for. Wanda and Natasha sip on their martinis in a ridiculously large couch, gossiping like a bunch of school girls as they shout encouragements at Sam and Tony on the dance floor. Peter sighs, nearly pushing you down on the couch next to Natasha before he slouches down himself.

"What do we have here, huh?" Natasha smirks and takes a small sip of her drink.

"She's drunk. I'm exhausted. Please take her off my hands," Peter says as he throws his head back on the couch. You let out a giggle, leaning against Natasha's shoulder.

"He's exaggerating," you say with your voice muffled by her shoulder.

"Okay, young lady. Drunk, huh?" Wanda asks, raising an eyebrow in question. Her perfectly red lips curl into a smile that shows she's not really upset about it.

"No," you mumble, scratching your nose with your manicured finger for the occasion. "Hiya, Auntie," you coo while curling up besides Natasha.

"Stop calling me Auntie," she mutters and gently pushes you off her shoulder.

"How's your boyfriend? Jake? No, John. Wait! Jack!" you fumble over your words. It might as well be any of the three names, because Natasha has been showing up with a new person on her arm every other month this year. You don't know what it is, really, but you guess you should be glad she's exploring her options.

"Jason," Natasha says through a roll of her eyes. The slightest hint of amusement can be found on her lips, but it's nothing that she shows to someone else. "And he's very much good, now stop asking. He's just getting drinks," she says and nods towards the bar.

"I like that guy," you exclaim excitedly. There's no doubt about your drunken state in this moment, because in no shape or form have you been as wounded up about any of Natasha's past partners.

"Hey, honey," Wanda catches your attention with a gentle hand on your arm, reaching across the sofa. "Where's your brother hiding? I can't imagine he would be very happy with you being drunk, no?" she asks.

"He can't know!" you exclaim with a whispered shout. "He's gonna kill me, please, Wanda."

Your eyes are blown wide open in fear. It's not that Steve would be mad—the disappointment is what you desperately want to evade. He gets that frown in between his eyebrows, puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head while looking down to the ground. Being on the receiving side of that is humiliating, on the verge of heartbreaking. You can't handle that tonight.

"I don't know, sweetheart..."

"Please, Wanda." There's tears gathering in your eyes, more so for dramatic effect than actual upset. You've slid down onto your knees in front of her, begging with your hands on her thighs.

"Oh god," Natasha mutters under her breath, setting down her drink on the table while indifferently glancing over to the bar where her boyfriend of the month resides.

She can't really handle this theatric version of you. There's a reason you're usually one of her favorites, despite your young age—your ability to be fucking quiet. Whoever gave you all that alcohol is on her damn hit list.

While she tunes out the conversation behind her, some kind of settlement is agreed upon where you, of course, get your way. No more alcohol, and Wanda won't tell your brother or Bucky what you have been up to.

When she stands up to leave, you're on your feet again. Now your attention has wandered over to Peter's costume, talking of how 'incredibly accurate to detail' it is despite being thrown together last minute by the college student. The only thing telling what he's dressed as is the hat paired with the old leather jacket.

A wet kiss is pressed to Natasha's cheek as soon as she joins Jason by the bar. His hand instantly finds her waist, pressing her into him tightly. His touch almost repulses her. He's too straightforward with his affection, so obvious in his quest to show her off.

"You look so goddamn sexy," he whispers into her ear. "Been thinking about what we talked about the other day."

Nat hums absentmindedly in answer, raising a finger swiftly to wave over the bartender.

"You know, having another p—"

"Yeah, I know what you're talking about," she interrupts him.

He brought it up about a week ago, and she only entertained the idea because she was bored. Jason is only a temporary occupation for her constant need to destress—there's no way in hell she's gonna adhere to his fantasy of having two girls sucking him off at the same time.

"She's not your real niece, no?" Jason asks suddenly, setting his gaze on your soft curves in that angelic dress framing your figure on the other side of the room.

Natasha's attention snaps from her drink to where his eyes are set. "You know she's not," she mutters as she takes a sip on her martini, suspiciously eyeing her boyfriend.

"I'm up for it," he says, nodding your way.

"Excuse me?" Natasha raises an eyebrow, gracefully setting down her glass on the counter.

"She's our girl, I have a feeling she is. You can ask her, can't you?" Jason smirks as he shamelessly keeps his stare on you. "Pretty little thing like that would be up for anything, wouldn't she?"

It takes exactly two seconds for Natasha to have a sharp fork pressed against Jason's side, just above one of his major arteries and restricting his breathing. A choked gurgle escapes his lips as Natasha's mouth lingers next to his ear.

"I know 72 different ways to break every bone in your body, and I can make 65 of them seem like an accident." Her smooth voice fills his ear. "Keep her name out of your mouth."

She keeps the fork pressed into his skin for a few seconds, just for extra measure, before she lets it go and Jason coughs violently as his hand flies up to his throat. Natasha takes another sip of her drink, glancing over the unsuspecting crowd with a roll of her eyes.

"I suggest you leave. Go clean up in the bathroom, you have a stain on your shirt," Natasha says before taking her drink and walking away.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

You squeeze yourself through the thick bathroom line, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while trying to avoid bumping into as many people as possible. You gave up on preserving your wings two drinks ago, because quite frankly you have forgotten them by now.

You might also have ignored your fellow elders' warnings of laying off the alcohol, choosing to indulge in whatever drink you could get your hands on for one evening only. It's a risky move, but it's something you can afford. You rarely stir up any trouble, if any at all. What fun is it if you remain predictable all the time?

The music blares through the floor, thumping along with the people jumping up and down against it. You're out of it in the most wonderful way, rid of your constant presence in your own mind, if even for just a short while. The consequences do not exist and neither does your conscience.

When a guy in his late twenties, or thirties, maybe even your age, grasps a hold of your hand and asks if you want to dance, you answer yes without any hesitation. Sweaty bodies spread their heat around, pushing up against you and the mysterious guy as you move against each other.

You barely know what you're doing. You're only following along, letting him control your movements close to his body. If you were more sober you would have seen how it could be more likened to grinding than dancing, but the weight of his hands on your hips feels grounding instead of unnerving.

"You look so fucking pretty," he says into your ear, muffled by the alcohol buzzing in your head and the music blaring over the speakers.

You throw your arms around his neck, looking up at him with what you think is a smile. You're trying, at least. "Thank—" Hiccup. "Thank you. You're pretty too," you say, even though you can barely make out his features in the darkness.

But you think he looks pretty. A hypothesis based on the way his hands feel on your skin. Hot may be a better word for it, but in your state of mind adjectives do not differ especially much from each other. That's why you let him drag you away from the crowd, pushing through drunk people until you find a relatively secluded corner of the floor.

The wall is cold against your heated skin, your back against it while the man's arms cage you in. The feeling of his lips trailing across your neck barely registers. It just feels nice, you think. Your eyes are fluttered close, back arching while you mumble indetectable words you can't even decipher yourself. You're so fucking drunk you won't even remember this moment in the morning.

That's the problem with you drinking tonight—your alcohol consumption has been so limited that you have no conception of whatever is much or not. You have no idea if it takes three or six drinks to get you affected. You have no idea what you are like on tequila or vodka, on Prosecco or red wine. So now, eight drinks later of so many different types you can't even remember which was which, you're out of it enough to barely remember your own name.

His wet lips against yours are a suffocating presence you would much rather be without. It's sloppy and rushed, not at all what you imagined kissing would be. You wince to yourself, pushing him away just an inch to run the back of your hand against your mouth.

And then he's suddenly gone. You could have sworn he stood right in front of you. It takes a good ten seconds before you find him on the floor, clutching his nose with an angry frown in between his eyebrows.

"What the fuck, man?!" he shouts, looking up at the guy who has a funny hat on his head and a heaving chest.

"Stay away from her," the guy seethes, suddenly taking a gentle hold of your arm.

You don't have it in you to protest. Maybe it's dangerous to follow whoever when they tell you to, but your moral compass is non-existent in this state.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" the guy asks you. You blink, staring at his face while trying to piece together his features. No words come out of your mouth. "Damnit," he sighs, shaking his head.

A woman comes up to him with rushed steps, agitated look on her face. "Is she alright, Peter?" She runs her eyes over your disheveled figure.

"She's completely out of it. Must have snuck in quite a lot of more drinks," he answers. "Your dickhead of a boyfriend is taken care of, by the way. Probably won't stir up anymore trouble now."

"I should have checked so he actually left. It was reckless to think he would leave her alone," she says with a stern face, cold gaze watching the exit.

"Wasn't your fault, Nat," Peter assures her. You sway in your stance, stumbling into his hold while he steadies his grip around you.

"She needs to lay down before she passes out. Get her a glass of water for me, will you?" Natasha commands.

Peter nods, giving you a concerned glance before reluctantly heading towards the bar. Your head comes to lean on Natasha's shoulder with a whine, letting her lead you wherever she's going. You're starting to feel dizzy and slightly nauseous, and you do not like it. If you had the energy to speak you would launch a heavy string of complaints.

"Come on now, darling. A few more steps," she says, taking on more of your weight.

Your face is buried into her shoulder. The only thing detectable from your blubbering is the whines, wordlessly pleading to take you away from wherever you are and rid you of the nausea.

Heavy glances are exchanged between Peter and Natasha as he pushes through the crowd, fingers clinging tightly onto the large glass in his hand.

"Here," he breathes out, reaching the glass towards her.

She takes it from his hands, tilting your chin up with her manicured fingers. "There you go, Y/n," she mumbles as you gulp down small sips of the liquid.

The music blares loudly throughout the large room, sweaty bodies packed tightly together. What you found exhilarating and exciting twenty minutes ago is now suffocating. It's the only thing you know as you barely stand on two feet amongst the crowd. If it weren't for Nat, you would be in a heap on the floor.

"Let's go." Natasha nods towards the exit, glancing over her shoulder as Peter trails shortly after.

You're barely awake, burrowing your face into the crook of her neck. Peter can smell the stale alcohol on your breath from where he walks just beside the two of you—fruity drinks and vodka and tequila and wine. It unnerves him to think that you might have ingested enough of the poison to make it dangerous.

The bitter night air is refreshing for anyone who's senses are at least partly alert. It's a blessing really, that tonight you only have the short walk from the party to your homes located just on the other side of the compound grounds.

The dewy grass is partially lit up by strobe lights placed along the lines of the premises, soaking Natasha's heels and Peter's loafers. Your bare arms prickle with the low temperature.

It feels like an awfully long journey for Peter as he walks along Natasha, halfway waking up enough from the haze to take on some of your weight as well. There's a thought or two of swinging you back home in just a few seconds, but there's not much for his web to hold onto out here. The anxiety creates shudders in his limbs and forces him to glance over to your figure every other second.

"She'll be fine, Peter," Natasha says without so much as sparing him a glance. "She's just drunk. It'll be over tomorrow."

But his anxiety doesn't ease, rightfully so, when your palm suddenly pushes against her chest with all the force you can muster in your state. You whine, sprawling your legs until they have no option but to release you.

"Wha—"

On your knees, bent over the small bushes meticulously trimmed by the nice gardeners, you throw your guts out with shudders wracking the whole of your body. Awful.

Natasha could have said 'I told you so', but people make dumb decisions while drunk and she already feels bad for you over what Jason did. "Oh, honey," she whispers to herself instead, taking a step forward to reach you.

But Peter's faster. Of course he is. The young man is kneeling down beside you, hand gently wrapping around your hair to pull it aside while the other rubs against your back.

Any other time, when alcohol isn't poisoning your blood, and you would have felt ashamed. You probably will be tomorrow. You would have reacted to Peter being the one to take care of you, especially after showing such irritation about your state earlier.

The grass is cold and wet against your knees, but it is a welcome relief from the heat plaguing your skin. You are almost certain there are tears making their way out of your eyes and you would positively murder someone for another glass of water.

Instead of gulping down another glass, like you want to, you close your eyes while breathing out deeply. The nausea slowly fades away with each second, the heat being replaced by dewy goosebumps on your skin, all the while clarity pushes itself past the alcohol-induced blur.

A raspy cough. A thick gulp, swallowing too much air at the same time but you force yourself to hold it in. "Did I just kiss someone?" you speak for the first time in an hour.

And Natasha nearly laughs, until she remembers the state you were in. You didn't kiss someone.

"No, Y/n," she says softly, glancing up at Peter with a hardened gaze that tells him to keep his mouth shut. "No, you didn't."

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

It's dark, empty of anyone who usually resides in the living room. The lights flickered on one by one, lighting up the space too much for your liking when you stepped inside. A whine was all it took for Peter to turn them off again.

You've been discarded on the couch, legs stretched out over Nat’s thighs with a cold, wet towel laying on your face. Peter sits fiddling with his fingers just beside your head. It's quiet—thankfully—even though you feel much better than before.

"What time is it?" you ask after what must have been ten minutes of complete silence.

"It's, uh, ten past one," Peter stutters out, like he's surprised by the sound of your voice. In reality he just reacts this way each time you speak, but the circumstances have chipped on his resolve. He can't hide his shivers behind a cool facade anymore.

"Happy Halloween," you croak out, earning a quiet chuckle from him. He checks his phone to see the date on top of the screen. 31st October, indeed.

Honestly, Peter has been some kind of obsessed with you since he was sixteen and visited the compound for the first time. You and Steve were walking on the trail slinging around the grounds, deep into solemn conversation.

Peter should have been listening to the endless list of security policy Happy was lining up for him, but he just couldn't tear his eyes off of you. Not because you were beautiful—you are, but he couldn't really see your face in detail from that far away—but because there was someone else his age in the same situation as him. Then he found out you were just Steve's adopted little sister and was a bit disappointed over your lack of involvement with the Avengers.

For weeks he tried to understand why you were in this century too and if Captain America had kept you secret for a reason. Peter was too nervous to actually talk to you until Tony shut him out of some team meeting and you were the only other one in the living room. He saw you everyday after that.

But now he's living hours away at university and he hates that it feels like you're drifting apart and everything is happening without him knowing. You drinking and being interested in men and men being interested in you. He tries to keep the contact up—texts you everyday and calls you and sends messages to Steve or Bucky if you don't answer. For the things you won't tell him, the things he can't see.

He was so excited for tonight. Chose the Indiana Jones costume because Harrison Ford is cool and sexy in those movies and surely you must think that too? And damn it, when he saw you sparkle and shimmer as you walked into the room with your wings fluttering he almost fell to the ground. It was fun as long as you were sober enough to actually talk to him.

Peter's spent the last hour and a half so goddamn mad at Natasha's boyfriend. And of course he is jealous, it should have been him you were dancing with like that, but that man took advantage of your vulnerable state. You could barely stand up, let alone actually protest or give your consent. Peter doesn't know if that was your first kiss or not, but regardless he's mighty glad he knocked the guy out.

You've gone quiet again, and he almost thinks you have fallen asleep, but you peek out from under the towel when the door you all came in through is thrown open. Heavy boots clank against the floor and a frown adorns Steve Rogers', or Fred from Scooby Doo for the night, face when he and his best friend barges inside. It doesn't take long for them to catch sight of the couch occupied by a wide-eyed Peter, stoic Natasha and still kind of drunk Y/n.

"You're going to be the death of me, young lady," Steve speaks up, letting out a deep sigh once he's close enough to tower over your figure.

He got a run-through of the events by a slightly dramatic Asgardian god and an infinitely more concerned Wanda a few minutes ago. You had gotten black-out drunk and found yourself grinding against some punk in the crowd. That was forgivable, even though Steve would much rather you didn’t at this age. Then that fucking jerk shoved his tongue down your throat despite you barely being able to form words. Yeah, Jackson or Jacob or whatever his name was had a talk with Bucky before the two of them rushed over here.

With his hands on his hips and a shake of his head, Steve stands there for a second before kneeling down. Bucky has his arms crossed a few feet away like he still hasn't really decided wether he's pissed or just feels sorry for you.

"You okay, Y/n?" Steve asks you, a little softer. His palm has come to feel your forehead, even though you doubt fever is a common symptom of being hungover.

Peter is paralyzed beside him. He’s quite sure Steve knows how completely infatuated he is with you. Mostly because Peter accidentally, somehow, sent a voice message meant for Ned to Bucky. He must have shared that by now. What should I wear? Y/n is going to be there. Han Solo? Does she even like brunettes? Is she into blondes? Oh god, I’m helpless.

"No," you mutter in answer to your brother’s question. "This sucks. Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Bucky snorts. "What did you even drink? Vodka?"

"No. I don't know. In the beginning it was just some screw-top rosé Peter's roommate brought," you tell him, scrunching your nose with the memory of the taste of it. "It tasted cheap."

"Oh, because you know things like that now, do you?" Bucky says, raising his eyebrows at you. "Can tell expensive wine from cheap-ass rosé?"

"Buck," Steve says before you even have the chance to answer. Chastises, maybe. "You're not 21 yet. Who gave all that alcohol to you?"

You turn your head away, pressing it into the pillow. Steve turns you back to him with a hand to your shoulder, giving you a pointed look that holds some level of amusement. He acts like God's righteous man, but he was a troublemaker in his youth. Tony would have a field day if he knew all the times Steve came home drunk at sixteen after drinking some musty home-made brandy.

"Peter?" Steve looks up at him when you choose not to answer, using alternative, dirty methods to get answers. Cheater. Your mouth falls open, looking over at both your brother and Peter with an offended glare.

The young man stutters, eyes glancing frantically between the two of you while trying to figure out who scares him the most. "I—uh, don't know. My roommate. Apparently. Natasha's boyf—ex?"

The playful tone dims into stern faces and clenched jaws as the villain of the evening is mentioned out loud. You're caught up deciphering the sudden switch in attitude for longer than you should have before solving the riddle. Natasha told you nothing happened, but unfortunately you have vague pictures of a man, her man, shoving his tongue into your mouth. Oh god.

You sink even further into the couch, if that's possible, shielding yourself from the undoubtably judgemental gazes shared in the room. Natasha's boyfriend cheated with you and you didn't even say anything.

"Don't hide from us, sweetheart," Steve says, brushing hair away from your face. "Hey, it's not your fault. That punk took advantage of you. You weren't in your right mind."

Your dickhead of a brother knows you too well. Can tell with just a glance when you're overthinking and analyzing and blaming yourself for problems that have nothing to do with you from the beginning.

"Calm down, birdie,” Nat says softly, earning your attention even though you want to crawl out of your skin. “That's not a conscious decision, when you're drunk like that. It wasn't your fault in the least. Fourty minutes ago you couldn't even stand straight.”

"I'm really sorry, Nat," you say, eyes flickering down to your legs draped over her lap.

"Stop it. That fucking dickhead thought it would be a good idea to tell me he wanted to have a threesome with you. I told him to stay away from you and leave, but he obviously didn't. Probably just to spite me."

"Threesome?" Steve chokes on his breath and the word comes out as more of a cough. He tightens his hold on your hand until you let out a wince, drawing a whispered ‘sorry’ from his lips.

“Me?” you breathe out, sitting up a little higher.

Peter pushes you down onto the pillow again not even a second later. He doesn’t want you to strain yourself. He’s also fucking pissed now because that man not only assaulted you, he also asked Natasha to have a threesome with you. A 19-year old.

“I’m sorry that he took advantage of you, Y/n. Not going to bring anymore of these assholes I keep dating.” Natasha sighs tiredly, letting her head fall back against the couch.

“That’s not your fault either, you know,” Bucky mutters, earning a pointed look from her that says more than her words can. A ‘thank you’ and ‘I know, dickhead’ simultaneously.

A comfortable silence spanning a dozen of seconds is shared between the five of you. It’s late and everyone is tired and what needed to be said has already been said. You’re fine after all and Natasha will be okay, if she isn’t already.

Peter shifts uncomfortably beside you, brushing against your hair and alerting you even more of his presence. He’s been so sweet to you tonight. He always has been. It guilts you now that you have taken his kindness for granted with time, but Peter cared for you the entire evening despite his teasing words.

You don’t know if it means something. Peter is good to everyone. And he has—MJ and him seem so close. They most likely spend all their time together now when they go the same college. Both geniuses. You don’t really have much to contribute except being the younger sister of America’s favorite hero and embarrassing yourself in a fairy costume on Halloween.

So you push the thought aside. Bury it deep and take in the rest of your surroundings. A quiet snort rests on your lips as you assess the brooding man who has finally seated himself down on an uncomfortable chair from the kitchen.

"Your costume is horrible, Bucky. You're not even dressed up,” you speak up, breaking the silence with a playful smile.

"Yes. I am," he mutters. "I have a mask."

"That does not count. You're wearing your normal clothes." You giggle while he rolls his eyes, earning a chuckle from you brother too. He’s glad to see you cheering up.

“What is considered a real costume then, sweets?” Bucky asks you, raising his eyebrows while pinpointing you with his ingenuine glare.

“I don’t know.” You look around, glancing over your brother’s attempt at a classic Fred, Natasha’s Dorothy, before landing on Indiana Jones. “Peter’s is good,” you mumble, heat spreading to your cheeks from nowhere. Why are you reacting this way?

“Yeah, sure lucky ‘bout that since he planned it all for you,” he mumbles under his breath. “Punk is head over heels.”

The breath escapes the two of you—you and Peter. Because Peter knows Bucky is right and you can’t believe what you just heard.

“What?” both you and Steve say simultaneously. Your brother has turned his entire body towards Peter.

You raise yourself up to a seat, glancing between Bucky and Peter. The latter’s eyes are wide open, lips parted. Guilty.

“Peter?” you ask him, so quietly he almost has to rely on the shape of your lips to hear what you said.

A clearing of his throat. Scratch on the back of his neck.

“Yeah, about that…”

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Neo 3 yawned, extending her weary limbs and receiving a satisfying crack in turn. Captain had asked her not to stay out all day, clearing but well doing three turned into just one more then another then just that sector.... then another.. yeah you get the idea.

"Hopefully Cap'n won't be too peeved." Neo enjoyed rambling to Terrence, her little buddy, he was such a good listener. "Though she's super hypocritical! Like she stays here for hours after a I've left!" Neo huffed slightly annoyed.

Terrence made a slight gurgling noise.

"Huh? You think she's just a workaholic like me.. well yeah, just..."

Buddy burlbed a slight bit more.

"Yeah I should be less harsh on her... she just takes her job seriously.. I should check on her, maybe invite her out for some turfing. I hope she isn't too tired, or lonely..."

Buddy makes an agreement noises.

Neo hurries her pace, Captain spends so much time by herself. Sure the sisters watch out for her but they have their jobs to worry about and craig was sent off for rehydration a while ago. Neo found the thought of captain not having anyone there for her sicking, sure they could be cold and scary but Neo saw she truly cared and was willing to go above and beyond for people she cares about.

Even more worrying was how Captain wasn't responding on the headset, she ALWAYS responded. Neos speed walk turned into a full sprint, she dove into the pipe and rolled out of it quickly arriving at the camp to find...

Captain was fast asleep in the arms of a girl she hadn't met.

Neo raised her gun "Who are you!?" Instead if suprise or feat, the girl slowly turned to her and smiled.

"Oh hey, you must be the New 3. I'm agent 4. Though do be quite, she doesn't get nearly enough sleep..." 4 spoke softly, slowly stroking Captains tentacles as they mumbled in their sleep then seemed to lean on 4 more, a small smile visible..

Neo puts two and two together. "Marie mentioned an Agent 4 before also are you two are... dating?" Captain didn't seem like the romantic type. Though that vision was faded since she was currently leaning on 4's shoulder drooling.

4 chuckled foundly "Yup, not surprised she hasn't told you. Always was shy about it, plus she definitely worries about you to much to have relationship conversations."

Neo tilted her head, confused. "She.. worrys about me? Why, I thought she just wanted to do a good job."

4 smiled and shook her head "She wants to make sure you're safe. It's why she stays here so long, to make sure you don't sneak back in and keep doing missions, like she did as an Agent." 4 sighed and lifted up her girlfriends hat and bangs, showing a noticeable scar. "Got struck pretty bad one time, I had to drag her back to base. While she was still bleeding..." 4 let the bangs fall back followed by the hat which dropped over Captains eyes.

"Oh....." Neo suddenly felt terrible about all the times she fought Captain tooth and nail, trying to stay and patrol more. She guiltfully gaze downwards, her heart sank knowing how distressed she must've made Captain feel. She'd been like a parent to her from the start, sure a quiet and edgy one but a parent nonetheless.

"Kid, eyes up and drop the frown." 4 ordered lightheartedly "We've all been reckless on the job, I've lost count of the times Captain or Marie has chewed me out while patching me up cuz I was being reckless ." She stared off for a moment, seeming to reminisce before snapping back to the moment "Anyway, it's late kid, Come here."

"Huh? Why? Shouldn't I be heading home..."

4 lifted the arm that wasn't wrapped around Captain and showed her squid sisters watch. "It's midnight, you or your little buddy will not be walking home by yourself this late." She patted the spot next to her, and her voice left no room for argument.

Neo hesitantly sat next to 4, only now did she realize how tired she was. How did she even manage to stay up till midnight and not notice? 4 was right, splatsville was dangerous and not exactly the safest place to walk around in when you're half asleep.

Absent mindedly Neo leaned into 4, she was oddly comfortable. She understood why captain looked so peaceful, any form of embarrassment was quickly stomped out by her dreary fatigue. A sentiment seemingly shared by Terrence as he happily chirped and curled up in Neo's lap.

"Rest now, its been a long day." 4's hand gently pet Neo's longer tentacle, she didn't think she'd ever felt this safe and comfortable. "Night kid."

"*yawn* g-goodnight... m-mom..." Neo drifted off, not even registering what she'd said or the surprised smile on 4's face.

4 chuckled looking over the slumbering inkling then over to her girlfriend. "Mom huh..? Guess we are Cap, guess we are..."

#splatoon #agent 4 #neo agent 3 #agent 3 #agent 12 #writing on tumblr #splatoon writing

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catkin-morgs-kookaburralover · 3 months

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@monthly-challenge 2024 | 5. Holding Hands

I used this prompt for my original characters, Nathan and Patience: the story is under the cut.

Word count: 1,024

Patience stirred and came to full consciousness slowly. She was stiff and tired out, and had been asleep.

“You all right?” Nathan pulled himself away from her, smiling sleepily.

“Just tired,” she said. “Didn't mean to fall asleep on you, sorry.”

“It's what I'm here for, don't worry,” he replied placidly. “Fall asleep on me anytime.”

“Thanks.” She smiled at him and put her hand on his. “You're pretty comfy, you know.”

“Um, thanks,” said Nathan, looking like he didn’t really know what to say in response.

Patience got up, stretching. “Gosh, I’m sleepy,” she told him.

“Didn’t sleep well last night?”

She shook her head. “Lay awake for way too long, unfortunately.”

Nathan scrambled to his feet. “Would a walk help?”

Patience shrugged. “That sounds like effort.”

“Fair enough.” He did not pester, only stretched and grinned lazily at her. “Want to stay in and have a date here playing games or something?”

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” she agreed.

“I'll get a game out - what did you want to play?”

Patience considered the matter. “Whatever you bring.”

He rolled his eyes at her. “Oh, you! Such decision. So much resolve.”

He was a time about selecting a game, and her eyelids drifted shut. Presently Nathan was shaking her awake. “Are you all right?” he asked, sounding concerned.

“I'm fine; I'm just really tired,” she assured him. “I'll be fine after a good night's sleep.”

“Good. You're not usually like this.”

“Thanks for reminding me,” she sniped, but smiled to remove the sting. “What are we playing?”

“Speed. I'm going to thrash you.”

“You’re cruel,” she joked. “How can you do this to me?” It was spoken in a deadpan voice.

“It’s because I love you,” he retorted. “That’s the only reason I play games with you. I love you, and more importantly I love thrashing you. I have to wait until you’re sleep deprived for that, though.”

“Don’t be so down on yourself,” she said, and poked him. It was a decision she regretted when he began tickling her in retaliation, and only let up when she shrieked, “Pax! pax!”

“Accept a compliment,” he ordered her lightheartedly. “You’re good at this game.”

“Eh, maybe: not right now, though.”

“Precisely.”

Her thoughts were sluggish, her movements clumsy. Nathan sneaked several easy victories from under her nose, and Patience yawned her way through about ten games before calling it quits. She had won three, in comparison to her usual nine.

“I’m so tired,” she said, sinking gently onto the floor and letting her eyes drift closed. “Might be coming down with something, honestly, this is ridiculous.”

“Yeah, I was wondering that,” he said, a shade of concern in his voice. “Come on, Patience, get up. You can lie on the couch.”

She did so, and the instant her head had rested comfortably on the arm of the couch she drifted into a still and dreamless sleep.

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Patience woke to her name being called. She opened her eyes with difficulty, fatigue threatening to drag her back under.

“Are you all right?” Nathan’s concern was looming and much more pronounced than previously. “You were out like a light, this isn’t normal.”

“No, I’m just tired…” she mumbled. “In fact I want…. Oh. Yeah, I’m sick.”

“What do you mean?”

“I only ever want vegetable soup when I’m sick. I don’t know why. Migraine, maybe. I don’t know.”

“I can cook you soup if you want.”

She smiled. “That… that would honestly be lovely, if you didn’t mind.”

“Of course! Do you like it blended or still chunks?”

“Blended, if you don’t mind.”

Sleep claimed her again, and in a too-short length of time Nathan was back, guiding her upright and giving her a bowl of soup. The fatigue was clearing a little, and Patience stared blankly at it before remembering their conversation. “You actually made soup? For me? Because I wasn’t feeling well?”

“Of course I did. I’d do anything, Patience, you know that.”

She smiled and reached for his hand with her own, since it was free. Presently she picked up the spoon and began to sleepily eat. The soup was very good, and she complimented him on it several times. He looked embarrassed and muttered something about a recipe. “It’s all the love you put into it,” she said, eyes half lidded with sleepiness and light sensitivity. “That’s what makes it taste so good. And that I’m sick. A particular type of soup just tastes really good when I’m sick. Do you find that?”

“Sometimes,” agreed Nathan. “So it’s good soup, then?”

“What? Yes, of course.—You should have some, see how it is.”

“Maybe I will. You don’t need any help—you don’t need me to feed you, do you?”

Her movements had slowed and stopped. “No, I’ll get to it again in a second, don’t worry about me.”

“My dear, I am worried about you,” he said, under his breath. “But you’ll be okay, won’t you?”

She scraped the bowl, set it down and claimed his hand in her own. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just get like this sometimes. It’s normal.”

“Sure it is,” Nathan said sarcastically, then turned their hands over so he could study the back of her hand. “At least you’re not weirdly flushed or incoherent or anything.”

“It’s just a migraine, probably, I just need to sleep it off,” she agreed. “Could have been caused by not sleeping last night, or maybe that was the reason I didn’t sleep so well last night. I never quite know. Thank you for the soup, Nathan. I didn’t quite intend you to literally make me soup! How much did you make?”

“Not too much, so it cooked quickly. Three or four serves at the outside. I can send it home with you, if you like.”

“Would you eat it if you had it?” she queried, rubbing her thumb absentmindedly along his hand. “You should keep it, if you would.”

“I don’t know. How’s about we split it, and I can send some of it home with you.”

Patience released a contented sigh and leaned against him. “That sounds wonderful.”

tagging @stealingmyplaceinthesun@graycedelfin@pilgrimsofworship and @choasuqeen

#februfluff2024 #nathan #patience #I was tired when I wrote this can you tell

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robinismywife · 2 years

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Summary: Sirius and Y/n can't handle the heat so they go for an early morning swim in the prefects bathroom..

Warnings: Making out? Swimming? I have no idea, please tell me if I've missed any! Enjoy loves <33

! Not proofread !

(the gif is not mine! I found it on pinterest!)

"Hurry up, Black!" Whisper-yelled Y/n, pulling Sirius's wrist even harder as they ran down the corridor

Y/n couldn't for the life of her fall asleep that night. For the first time ,in the five years she's been attending hogwarts, she was unable to sleep from the heat. To elaborate, when May rolled around the corner everybody expected the usual kind of weather, a little warmer than April but still rainy and cloudy. However, this time it took them all by surprise how hot the weather had gotten in the span of a few days. So, that's why Y/n couldn't sleep and apperantly neither could Sirius. She found him in the common room pacing back and forth with an enchanted pink fan (probably Mary's) following him around.

Y/n had the glorious idea to break into the prefects bathroom for a swim, in order to cool down. Sirius, of course, couldn't turn down the offer and went along with her.

"If you pull any harder my hand will pop off, Y/n" Sirius groaned trying to free his wrist from Y/n's strong grip

"Well, you're not moving fast enough!" She whispered back

"I told you we should have gotten Prongs's invisibility cloak!"

"Where's the fun in that? Don't you want a little adventure in your mundane life?" Y/n smirked, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge him

"If getting a month's worth detention from McGonagall is an adventure to you, then no, I don't want it!" He glowered at her

"Lucky for you, then, we've arrived safe and sound" Y/n stopped walking as they reached the fancy door

"Is-Is this it?" Sirius spoke a little dissapointed

"Yes," Y/n looked at him quizzically "what did you expect?"

"I haven't a clue-" Sirius groaned when he saw Y/n's confused and annoyed face "I thought It would be harder to find, that's all!"

"It's not the chamber of secrets, Sirius, it's just a damn bathroom" Y/n chuckled

"the chamber of secrets does not exist-"

"Yeah right-"

"You-"

"Pine-fresh!" Y/n stated facing the door, making it open

"How'd you know the password?" Sirius asked as they both walked in, taking in every single detail

"Marlene told me" Y/n said casually

"Well, how did Marlene know?" Sirius furrowed his dark eyebrows

"She must have heard Potter or something- Anyways, that's besides the point, we're here now and we might as well enjoy it while it lasts, eh?"

"Right- You're right, yeah" Sirius, all of a sudden froze. He was now just realizing that he agreed to swimming. Did he have to take of his clothes? Did she?! He was panicking, but tried to look as calm and collected as possible.

Pulling him out of his thoughts was the loud splashing sound next to him. He turned to look at Y/n in the swimming pool-like tub. Sirius looked around him quickly scanning the floor but didn't find her sweatpants and t-shirt anywhere. Thank Merlin!

"Sirius, you're taking forever" Y/n said, resting her arms on the edge of the tub

"I just- Um- I just need to pull my hair back, you know?"

"You're so overprotective of it- I bet it'll enjoy the swim, if you let it that is"

"No, it will not"

"How about you ask it?" Y/n asked teasingly, enjoying his annoyed and unamused expression

"You're hilarious-"

"I know"

"You didn't let me finish" Sirius raised an eyebrow

"Go on then- What else?"

"Impatient and annoying" He chuckled lightheartedly

"Wow, all of those things?" Y/n laughed as well "I'm very multifaceted"

"Indeed you are- Now, prepare for landing, miss!" And without much thought, once his hair was out of the way, Sirius jumped into the pool, making everything wet.

"Well, I was totally not prepared for that sort of landing"

"I know, I know- I'm frustratingly amazing at anything I do" Sirius swam closer to her, slowly closing the gap between them

"I wouldn't say so myself, Black" She remarked, feeling her stomach twist and turn suddenly

"Wouldn't you?" He spoke quieter, getting even closer and so was she

"No," She couldn't help but stare at his lips, once in a while "I bet I can beat you at many many things"

"Really?" Sirius teased "Like what exactly?"

"School? Quidditch? Dating?" She listed off, emphasising the last one

"Dating?" He smirked incredulously "Are you sure about that? You dated Amos Diggory last year!"

"Yes, I did- He is quite handsome, don't you think?"

"No way, Y/n"

"Alright, then, do you know someone better looking than Diggory, Sirius?" She objected, looking forward to his answer

"Yeah, I do in fact know someone" Sirius answered

"Who?" She whispered, the tension too much for either of them to handle

"Me-" Sirius whispered back confidently "Look, I really want to kiss you, may I?" his lips were almost touching hers

"Gladly" she spoke

At last, Sirius's lips collided with hers. Y/n was grateful they were in the shallow end. She would have drowned otherwise because of the overwhelming emotions she couldn't exactly pinpoint. Everything was going great, exactly how she had been imagining it this whole time, when the door opened and someone stepped in. Both Y/n and Sirius stopped what they were doing and hid underwater.

The person closed the door and walked into one of the stalls, turning on the shower. The student started singing and humming. Y/n and Sirius swam up to the surface once more and looked at each other knowingy. How was it 5am already? James Potter, the Quidditch captain and their best friend. was awake and having his morning shower.

"Shit"

#harry potter #hp marauders #the marauders #marauders era #sirius black #sirius black fic #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #james & peter & remus & sirius #james potter #remus lupin #atyd sirius #peter pettigrew #atyd fandom #atyd marauders #marauders fandom #sirius black imagine #marauders

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heartsick-honeybee · 1 year

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a Jervis Tetch AU background story.

Oqueso beforehand: I am a RPer.. I am not a writer and I am not good at writing outside of RP, so I am sorry if this isn't great or seems rushed or rambly. It's because it probably is. I just had an idea for an AU Jervis background story and went and wrote it. SO yeah Basically a really long Jervis Tetch background trauma dump. Sorry about that. ANYWAY... Story.

Their life had been nearly perfect. Henry Tetch and Winifred Beauden were both from privileged families. Both of their families had made a significant contribution to Allied victory in the Second World War. The Tetch family was well known for their involvement in high-level military intelligence, while the Beauden's family was renowned for their groundbreaking work in medical science. Both said to have saved hundreds of thousands of lives. As a result, both were very prominant families.

After the war, fate had it that the two families (who had never previously been acquainted.) had found their respective home of their dreams each in the same beautiful English countryside. They became neighbors. The wives of each of the families, Victoria Tetch and MaryAnne Beauden became fast friends, and eventually even became pregnant with their first children same time. Henry and Winifred had been close ever since they were born. Now, it was important to know that these two women, despite being the closest of friends, were two very different women.

Victoria, of course, being the proud wife of such an important militant officer, was a very old fashioned sort of woman. She kept things clean and organized. She felt a woman's place was to manage the househome duties and to support her husband. She wore high collared modest clothing, and her hair always pulled up in a tight bun, which MaryAnne always told her made her prominant overbite stand out far more than was necessary. She was a no-nonsense type of woman, though she had her weakness-- particularly for gossip.

MaryAnne on the other hand was the entirely opposite sort of woman. While her husband was still the more prominant doctor, she herself was a nurse. Victoria often reprimended her for this. "It is at least a woman's job, but now that you're having a child, don't you think you should stop this "working" thing and spend your time in the home?" she would often tell her. She would only lightheartedly laugh this off. MaryAnne was a modern sort of woman. Besides working, she loved to wear her hair down, long wavy gold locks abundant. She loved the modern types of clothes.. much loser dresses, shorter, more low cut collars, often bare foot, happy to lie on the grass under their big willow tree-- the type of woman who'd eventually have earned the name "Hippie." In addition to this, she was very lax with her household. She cooked and cleaned.. but simply not in the traditional way.. not formally.. not even all of the time. Instead of keeping the house, She prefered to focus on her own hobbies-- Painting and reading.

Victoria always called MaryAnne a Romantic. Maryanne always called Victoria a Square.

They were the best of friends. They were, however, as said before-- very different women and very different women raise their kids very differently.

Now when they were babies, it wasnt so different. THe two women would get together daily for tea, and the children would play together. As they got older, however, is where things diverged. They remained close, however…

Maryanne raised Winnie just the way youd expect… a free spirit. a wild child, strong and smart and romantic. When she was young she had the freedom to explore, to learn, and to grow. She had really very little structure-- family dinners, for example, were unlikely in lieu of eating whatever was there and fending for herself. She could explore and play as she pleased, and was not overly bothered with school, only made to go as it was necessary, and focussing only on what she'd liked most-- much like her mother, finding herself absolutely in love with reading.

Henry of course was raised as you'd expect in a old-fashioned type of military household. They were strict with his studies… strict with his bedtime. Strict with his cleaning and his schedule. His duties came before all else. He would be reprimended for the smallest of things… dirty nailbeds, his books being out of alphabetical order-- The normal sort of military mindset, normal of the time, but simply never meant for a child.

Now, Henry did have SOME freedoms. As their families were both neighbors with large amounts of acreage, so long as his duties and responsibilities were completed, and especially when his father was home, he was often encouraged to spend time OUTSIDE, away from the house-- so not to be bothersome. These were Henry's favorite times, as he'd happily escape into the green lands behind their home, and off to the nearby stream.

This stream was one of Winifred's favorite places. From a young age she was allowed to wander-- to explore and grow. She was always waiting for him there.

"Henry~!" She'd always greet with a warm smile. As they'd grown, Winifred had grown beautiful, just like her mother. She was incredibly petite and pale… but she had the brightest blue eyes, and wavy gold locks that fell a mess everywhere. She'd be laxed, her bare feet dangling in the water, a book in her hands.

Henry was incredibly enamored with her, and she with him-- though he didn't understand it. Henry was an average height, but ever so slightly overweight, which he was self conscious of, though his mother insisted he was "Well fed." He had dark hair, deeply tanned skin, and dark eyes… he wore glasses, and had prominant large bulbous nose and his mothers ridiculously buck teeth. He was precisely what you'd imagine the sterotypical nerd of the time to look like. Always "Properly" dressed, often in dress shirts, with a bow tie and a pocket protector with pens. He hated it. He felt ridiculous, but Winifred always reassured him.

"Winnie." He'd greet nervously in return. "You brought a book-- will you read to me again?" He'd ask every day, despite him knowing the answer.. to which she'd always smile. "Always." She'd agree. "Mother won't ever let me read those sort of books. She says theyre nonsensical and I should be spending my time studying.." He'd tell her quietly, and she'd smile and shake her head. "Your mother is a codfish." She'd quote peterpan playfully.. patting the ground beside her. "Come sit, I'll read." She'd say surely. She'd lay down a blanket she'd bring just for him-- the poor boy so afraid of getting in trouble for being dirty he'd never once sit on the grass.. unable to even bring his own blanket to sit upon for fear his mother would find IT dirty and he'd be in trouble. He'd always check, and check, and double check three times to make sure it was clean enough before sitting, and settling in to listen to her stories--. It was his favorite thing in the world. She would read him all kinds of stories.. from the classics to romance and anything she could get her hands on… her favorite books, however, were those Old Westerns and anything about the Americal South. Her favorite book, in particular, being "Christy" by Catherine Mashall. a Book about a 19 year old woman from the city who'd come to the Appalachians to help educate the people there, only to learn their ways and appreciate the beauty of the mountain people.

Since it was her favorite book, she had read it many times to Henry.. and it had become his favorite as well.

Today was one of those days, she was just finishing the story for what must have been the fourt or fifth time. He smiled warmly as she finished.. covering his mouth as he did.

"What are you covering your mouth for?" Winifred asked curiously. Henry frowned. "Mother says that smiling is nonsensical. Besides.. I look ridiculous anyway with these.. teeth." He hissed as though they were some sort of curse. Winnie only smiled warmly, sliding up and kissing his cheek, making him blush all over. "I like your teeth, Henry. Your MOTHER is nonsensical!" She declared surely, leaning into him lightly. "When we are grown, we should move far far away.. where your mother has no say so." "To the appalachians?" Henry asked with a warm laugh. "Why not?" She chimed brightly.

Of course… they were only childish fancies.. but then. What separates a childish fancy from reality spare for action?

The two as they grew only grew closer. They were very much in love, and as soon as they were old enough, they were wed. Winifred Beuden had become Winifred Tetch And Henry and Winifred Tetch set off the exact same day for Elizabethton, Tennessee.

It was perfect. Everything they had hoped for. It was a historical town, and it looked just how she had imagined. Beautiful and at the base of the appalachians-- And Winifred and Henry, with their comfortable financial status' of their families, quickly found the perfect home as well. An old, quite large, wooden-and-brick two-story turn-of-the-century home. It was Everything They'd dreamed of. Their lives were perfect. And their perfect life soon only came with more wonderful news… as only a few months after, Winnie was pregnant with their first child. The two were ecstatic… and nine months later they gave birth to a baby boy. "He has my nose." Henry IMMEDIATELY sighed in defeat, only making Winnie laugh warmly." And its just as adorable on him as it is on you. He's perfect." "At least he has your hair." He mumbled in defeat, but smirked softly. "What are we to name him?" He asked sweetly, and she smiled softly. "I like the name Jervis…" Winifred answered gently. "Jervis..?" He repeated lightly, raising a brow in surprise. "You mean Jarvis? Gervase?" Winifred shook her head surely. "Jervis is a version of those. Like Jervis Bay in Wales-- but it sounds more… American. Like… he belongs here." She said surely, if not a bit dreamily. "JER-vis." He quoted in an American accent-- causing them both to laugh. "Jervis Tetch. I like it." He said surely. "Tetch is SO unamerican." SHe sighed and laughed too, Kissing him sweetly. And so.. Jervis Tetch was born.

As Jervis grew.. he was an absolute Mama's boy if there ever was one. Winifred ADORED her little son. He was sweet and shy.. attached to her at the hip at all times.

"Winnie~" Henry would greet as he came home from work, kissing her own the lips. Only to have the small blonde boy sulk and crawl onto his moms lap, clinging to her with a pout. "Mummy~" Hed whine.. making his father sulk.. to which Winnie would answer sweetly and patiently. "He's only a boy, My Henry. Don't you pout so." She'd comfort warmly.

Any new family with a new child will know this to be true: When a child is involved, you simply dont have the same amount of time together as you'd had before…. When the child is clingy, that is even more true. Jervis was the most clingy of children. The most sweet and loving of children. He loved his mother more than anything in the world, and nearly never let her go. At least… until just after the boy had turned four years old.

It had seemed Henry at SOME point had at least got SOME time with his beloved Winifred.. because at this time is when they found out that they were having their second child. Winnie Tetch was pregnant, and again, they were ecstatic.

"Mummy has a baby in there?" Jervis asked, touching her tummy. The boy had the most impossibly high pitched voice, and the biggest baby blue eyes that gazed up at his mother like a pup.

"SHe does. Your little sister." She said surely. "Will she like me?" The boy inquired worriedly. "She will love you." Winifred assured.

And she did. Later that year, Winifred gave birth to her second child: Fairlight Tetch. Named after one of the main characters from her favorite book… the one that had originally inspired her, "Christy."

Jervis immediately adored his little sister and Henry found her to be perfect. She too had her mothers blue eyes and blonde hair, but also got her perfect nose-- which won her fathers immediate approval.

With this year, however.. came something else that was new. Jervis's first year at school. With this came some issues, buried… and unexpected.

Sadly, the issue isn't what you may think. Now… we know well Jervis had his fathers large nose.. well you'd well-to-know if you've ever heard of Jervis Tetch, you know well that as his adult teeth began to come in, he too, had the Tetch Family's large overbite.. so you may think perhaps the issue lies in bullying. Right? Well. You'd not be wrong to think kids could be cruel-- but this did not bother Jervis. He was very much a Beauden at heart. A free spirited romantic, lofty and passive. Their words didnt bother him much at all. Not really. Neither did the lack of friends. He'd much rather sit under a tree and look at picture books-- Later read. Or talk to the cat belonging to one of the neighbors that lived near the school that had often wandered to the playground. He'd watch the caterpillars eat leaves, and keep track of the crysalises that formed. He found happiness in his own interests. and so the other children never bothered him much.

No… the problem came in the form of. Henry. His father.

When Henry left England, he had done so entirely with the intent on leaving his Father and Mother behind. But unfortunately some things are harder to forget.

From the way he was raised, Henry had something that in modern times we now know well as trauma-induced OCD. It manifested in many ways.

It always had shown in small ways. The way he'd check things for cleanliness, every time. WHen he was young, the blanket Winnie would lie down for him. As he got older he did it with dishes, with showering, with putting things away. It wasn't hugely problematic.. but it was noticeable. If someone else, for example, a young Jervis, had put something away, His father would check it.. and check it again, and once more. He HAD to it seemed, or he'd stress himself into a frenzy. But it didnt really become an issue until Jervis started school. "He HAS to study more. He spends all of his time playing-- if he doesn't study his grades will fall." He'd fret to Winnie, who'd quelm his worries. "And so what if they do, dear? We are well off. He is a smart boy-- He is fine. We are fine." She'd always assure him. But it was so ingrained from his parents and the words theyd always repeat to him as a child. "And what if there is another war, Winifred? Our money will be worth NOTHING. We will lose everything, and he's not the skills to survive!" "Henry!" She'd stop him over and over again. "He is only five, my love. We are in America now. And we will be fine. He will be fine.

He will be fine.

Jervis heard that every time his parents ever argued. They never USED to argue.. and why was it ALWAYS about HIM? He hated it so… he always felt like it was his fault.. Sometimes he'd apologize.. but his parents always told him it wasn't. "It's not your fault, Jervis… go off to play."

Of course, as he got older, the compulsions seemed to get worse.. But Winifred helped Henry through it, calm and patient as she ever was. And He'd give into her as he always had. They'd come to a solution, and there was a compromise. From Second Grade on, once grades did begin to matter moreso, Jervis had to put his studies first every day when he got home. Appease his father by studying. But only within reason. and with plenty of time for him also to play and explore. It was not bad, not at all. It was a very balanced sort of childhood. For the time, all was well.

Jervis was not an unintelligent child… not by any means. In fact, he was quite the opposite. He was bright as could be. He was imaginative, he read very well above the expected level for his age, and he loved to make his parents proud. He worked hard, and for the most part succeeded… Minus a very small issue. It seemed that every now and again… Jervis would just sort of… zone out during class. He'd space at times, it was noticed. It was especially surveyable when he was looking at picture books. It was noticed by his teachers that sometimes he would stay on the same page for far too long-- even perhaps hours if he were allowed.. He'd just gaze into the picture relentlessly.. almost unblinking. Sometimes he'd twist his fingers, or bite his lip, or some other form of stim. But just… stare at it-- presumably daydreaming-- lost in his own head in some unimaginable concept entirely inspired by nothing more than the unmoving picture.

It was at this time his teacher had called a conference with Henry and Winifred to express their concerns. Jervis was put through some tests and some observations following this point. Eventually.. he was diagnosed with two things. Attention Deficit Disorder, or ADD, and High Functioning Autism.

Of course, back then, these things werent well understood. Henry was understandably distraught, worried about what sort of future he could have with such issues. Winifred naturally comforted him, and the doctor they'd been refered to for the observations explained that the Autism wasnt some sort of death sentance… that despite it making him a little different, some autistic children even had some talents that "Normal" children didnt. Such as remembering dates and times with ease, or other languages. She recommended perhaps putting him into some extracurricular activities and seeing if any resignated with him. In addition the doctor explained that the ADD could likely be helped with therapy.. and if it couldnt… that they had medication that would help.

Of course, when they'd gone home, this once again had started a fight among his parents. "He'll have to work harder, three, four, five times as hard as other children! He has to LEARN to act normal, Winifred! Its for his own good, for his FUTURE." Of course, Winnie denied but comforted as she always did. "There is nothing wrong with the way he is, Henry. That is your parents speaking through you. The same parents we left behind… It's such an archaic way of thinking. He is different-- there is nothing wrong with different. Different people are the future, my love. Give him a chance." She urged.. Henry of course was reluctant.. his own compulsions eating at him. But he loved his wife dearly, and gave in, letting it drop.

Jervis himself sighed, curling up in his room with his head on his knees. Fairlight, however, giving him a push. "Jervy, play with me!" Fairlight chimed, her big blue eyes batting at her brother, her chin on his knees. Jervis pouted.. not speaking. This was something that was common for Jervis-- when he got upset he'd just go silent and not speak at all. Fairlight, four years old at this time, was used to this. Over the years, Jervis's attachment to his mother, throughout his parents constantly argueing over HIM, had transferred to his little sister. She was his best friend. She was perfect. Just like dad said, she was everything he wasnt. But he wasn't jealous.. not at all. He was just so glad. He didnt want her to ever be bullied like he was. He didnt want their father ever to be disappointed in her like he was with him. It would break his heart-- He wanted her to be happy. He wanted her life to be perfect. Just like she was. His perfect baby sister, his best friend. The only one who never judged him. Never mocked him, never thought less of him. She loved him unconditionally, and he loved her. Fairlight pouted at his silence, and stuck her bottom lip out dramatically, just shaking him more. "Big Brother, please? Ill cry!" Of course. that worked every time.. Jervis's face faultered slightly. "Oh.. no no, Dont cry, Fairlight. Okay… okay I'll play. WHat do you want to play? Blocks? Xylophone?" He offered a soft smile, tapping on her little toy instrument suggestingly. "NO! I'm not a baby, Jervis!" She insisted, pouting cutely with her hands on her hips. "I want to play Alice in Wonderland." She declared surely, with a bright smile. "What? Alison Wonderland? Is… that a rock and roll band?" Jervis pouted a little disapprovingly. Despite getting many of his mothers traits, he held his fathers distaste for the modern music movement of the time. "NO! Alice IN wonderland! like the Disney movie!" She pouted insistantly. "Oh… is that… its the one with the purple cat, right?" He asked unsurely, Her lighting up. "YES thats the one. and I will be Alice." She said brightly. "Of course. and… I'm the cat?" He asked sweetly. "Oh NO. You're the MAD HATTER." SHe said surely, Taking one of their mother's dressing-hats and plopping it on Jervis's head… which swallowed him entirely. "The MAD HATTER? But I don't even like hats. and he was ENTIRELY unpleasant." Jervis frowned, pulling the dressing-hat up to where he could see. "Now then. Alice is studying.. and she is sooo tired of studying cus its so BORING. so she falls asleep and wakes up in wonderland where everything is WONDERFUL and she doesnt have to study EVER again. Jervis had to laugh. "Youve not even started school yet. What do you know about studying? Perhaps I should be Alice!" He teased, but always gave in at her sulking.

Of course… this was the beginning of it. He played pretend to appease his sister. He didn't even LIKE the hatter. But he liked making his sister happy. and so they'd play, every day. They'd go out into their mothers garden, and he'd let Fairlight lead, having adventures in the back yard, playing play-pretend-- And not too long later, it was in the library at school, Jervis discovered it. "Alice in wonderland! It's a book? Just like Fairlight's Favorite!" He gushed happily running to the librarian. "Is this like the Disney Movie?" He asked innocently. The woman smiled to him patiently. "Even better. It may be a bit difficult for your age, though--" "OH! I read very well for my age, madam." He insisted surely. The woman smiled in return. "Well then you should get "Through the looking glass" as well. Read both books. I hope you'll enjoy them."

And with joy, Jervis took both books, and got right to home. He was happy to show Fairlight, who was delighted. "You have to read them to me, you'll read them to me, right Jervis?!" She demanded, of course only met with a big buck-toothed smile. "I would think of doing nothing else." He said surely.

Of course, Jervis had to do his homework and clean, but as soon as he was done, He and his sister curled up in the garden.. and Jervis began to read to her. He read to her a little every single day-- right up into bedtime. He found he liked the books MUCH more than the movie, and was happy to chat long after they were supposed to be asleep. Him leaning down from his bunkbed. "Did you know, the librarian lady at school told me that Lewis Carrol wrote Alice in wonderland about a real little girl.. Her name was Alice Liddel. She said he'd watch her play.. and he was amazed by how imagintive she was. How she could always amuse herself and make something out of nothing. How she'd talk to the flowers and the caterpillars." "Just like you!" Fairlight chimed happily." "Oh no, YOURE Alice, not ME. I'm the Hatter, remember?" He laughed. He always loved how much Fairlight would light up when he'd call her Alice.. she really did love it so. "Goodnight, my Alice." He chimed warmly. She giggled happily. "Good un-daytime, Mad hatter!" She said surely in return.

The two loved eachother very much. Unfortunately.. this didnt last. They were nearly through the second book, "Through the Looking Glass" When Jervis had hurried home as he did every day. "Alice, I'm home! I'll get right on my homework and then we should finish the book this week!" He announced happily.. only to be paused as he slid in, looking around. "Alice? Fairlight?" He called out, Winifred shaking her head. "Shhh, Jervis. Fairlight is ill today. She can't play, she needs rest." She assured. Jervis nodded, and smiled. "Oh okay." He said thoughtfully. "When she wakes up, can I still read to her?" He asked.. and Winifred of course agreed. When Fairlight woke.. Jervis did read to her.. a little. She was fine just the day before.. but now she had a fever.. She could barely stay awake--. Jervis read a little, but hugged her and kissed her cheek. "You rest, We can read later, okay? " "Okay Jervy, I love you big brother. We will play tomorrow, okay?" "For most certain." He agreed, I love you too, My Alice. Tomorrow then."

Tomorrow.. however… never came. Fairlight had just gotten so ill so fast… they didn't even have the time to know what had happened.

Jervis was called to the principals office. WHen they told him that his sister had passed.. he didnt react at all. He didnt cry at first. He didnt ask questions. He just went silent. He was silent for a long time while they talked. He felt like his face was on fire. He felt numb. It couldnt be real. When he finally spoke, it was muddled. "I should go home, I promised Fairlight we would finish the book today…" The principal immediately looked concerned. "Jervis… Fairlight is… Shes gone. Im sorry." "She isn't gone. SHe wouldn't leave without finishing the story. She's Alice." He informed them distantly.

Of course… she was gone. She was gone. Jervis couldnt believe she was gone.

They never even got.. to finish the book. She was Alice.. she was the main character.. she couldnt be gone.

This is when the Tetches fell apart.

Winifred had fallen deep into depression.. losing her daughter just sucked the life right out of her… and she had turned this brokeness to Jervis. She would lift him into her arms just as she had done when he was young, and just hold him for hours at a time.

She paid no attention to Henry anymore.. she couldnt bare to. And Jervis scarcely was going to school. He couldn't leave her… She was becoming so frail and weak-- just like Fairlight had been. If he left.. He knew she'd be gone forever if he did.

"Winnie, you need to EAT. You cant do this to me. I ALREADY LOST MY DAUGHTER am I supposed to lose my wife too?! And what about HIM? You think Jervis is going to get by without you?! He's a freak. He needs his mother!"

Jervis had woken to his father yelling. He frowned deeply.. normally when they fought he'd lock himself in his room. But he just couldn't leave his mother… not now.

She didn't even argue… she just gave her husband a soft distant look. "Winifred, its NOT romantic to be a Martyr. You need to go on with the LIVING. You can't just follow her!" He snapped, but left the room.

Jervis frowned softly, looking up at his mother. "is it true…?" She looked down at him slowly, taking a deep breath, before speaking far too slowly. "Is what true, My Jervis?" Jervis frowned a little. "Are you trying to die? Like Fairlight?" He asked with ernest concern. But Winifred only smiled softly, in a foreign way Jervis didn't recognize. "I am." She said slowly, but shook her head seeing Jervis's horror. "Don't be so sad… Jervis. It's like that book you were reading…." "Like.. our book?" He asked slowly. Winifred nodded. "Fairlight is in wonderland now… I'm just… following the white rabbit… to go and find her…" She whispered gently. "To wonder… Mother, she's DEAD. She's not in wonderland! She died! You'll die!" He argued in a panic, stress in his voice. She shook her head, however… "Death is just.. another way of reaching the other side of the looking glass. When you go this way.. you can't come back anymore. I just.. don't want her to be alone." Jervis frowned deeply.. to him-- it made sense. He knew what death was but.. his autism made him not completely grasp it.. not the way he should have-- and his mother was skewing it. She didn't mean to do harm… but the truth was. She did.. "You will help me… won't you, Jervis?" She whispered softly, Jervis looking up helplessly. "You don't want to leave Fairlight alone, right? I just.. want to go take care of her… okay?" Jervis thought about it, but nodded slowly. "Okay. … Just.. How can I help, Mum?" She took a deep breath. "There are flowers… in the garden bushes… the Oleander. Fetch them for mother… and we. we will have a tea party. I will drink the Oleander tea.. and I will follow your sister into Wonderland." She told him surely… Jervis looked down… he nodded, but looked up helplessly. "I miss her, mother… and.. I will miss you too.. so much. I want to come to WOnderland too--" "No--" She said quickly, but sighed. "No, Jervis… when you find you way to wonderland… you have to find it through the looking glass.. the one with the way back.. so you can always come back to this world." "I don't need to be in this room if you and Fairlight are there.." he said quickly, but she shook her head. "You have to stay to keep our family alive in this world. You know we are from such prominant families.. You will inheret everything, you will be the one to make us proud. I have faith in you, Jervis. When you find your way through the looking glass.. you will see us again." She answered quickly and surely, stroking his cheek gently. "WHen I am gone.. I promise I will come back to you as the white rabbits, okay? They'll always be a sign of what you need to do, so you'll never be alone. I promise."

Of course… by all technicality.. this was Jervis' first murder.. though no one ever knew the truth besides Jervis himself.. who didnt understand it. He did what he thought was right… He helped his mom go to find Fairlight… so she wouldnt be alone.

Of course.. Henry found them… Her unconscious with tea in her hand… and Jervis petting her gently, stroking her hair comfortingly.

He didn't think anything suspicious-- she was already in bad shape.. and Jervis-- he knew he was.. off. He just assumed he didnt understand.. he wasnt completely wrong.

He was DISTRAUGHT. and Broken. and from there is when things got… bad.

Of course without Winifred and Fairlight there anymore…

Henry's OCD and compulsions had spiralled out of control.

Jervis was all he had left.. He had to save him. He had to save the family. What if Winnie's way was wrong? He couldn't take that risk.. not now.

Jervis was forced to study relentlessly. He no longer could play, He no longer had that freedom. The only think he still was allowed to do was to read… only because his father would forever have a softspot for it-- thanks to his lost love.

As he grew older, of course the boy was praised as being brilliant. He graduated highschool with honors. Jervis had become a much more serious and diligent boy, just as his father had pushed him to.

Despite his electives and extracurriculars in highschool being largely focussed on Classic Literature and the history of such, when he'd gone to college, he'd chosen his Majors not to his own preferences, but instead at his fathers urging and pushing his responsibility to keep their family alive. Medical Science and Biology, and Technology.

Of course.. it was mentioned long long before that many autistic children had a gift in certain areas. Well, by matter of chance, they had found that area. Jervis absolutely was considered a genius in his work here.. He had a high ranking job right out of college and was considered unparalelled in his work. He was hired in the big city, in THE Gotham City, and quickly moved there to begin working for Wayne Enterprises.

But as seemed to be a pattern in this poor boys life-- the good couldn't last. Nothing was ever stable.

Jervis at this point, despite having been talented in this area, was overworking himself. At this point he had been well brainwashed by his father, he had long since forgotten his previous hobbys, and had delved into only his work. He needed to be successful. and there was nothing else.

He was working day and night, constantly-- He would sometimes go days forgetting to eat or sleep, and that-- there inlaid the issue. Because that was what eventually lead to his first hallucination-- and eventually his full schizophrenic break.

Jervis had fallen asleep at his desk.. it wasnt uncommon. and it was quite late when he awoke.. everyone else was already gone from the lab… when he got up, and made his way downstairs, locking up and leaving.

As he was leaving, he was heading to walk home, as he was nearly tripped… by a white rabbit.

At first.. he didnt think twice…. and yet somehow, it hit him all at once. He looked back.. to see a little girl.. running after the rabbit. The little girl looked-- so familiar somehow.. something about her blonde hair and blue eyes.. and little blue dress. "…Its… impossible… Fairlight?" "Call me Alice, silly!" She giggled, before turning and running back after the Rabbit….

Almost mindlessly, he followed it. It lead him to a park… It was late.. so there was no children. But there was one person… a man.. and he was crying. Jervis frowned, looking around. He couldn't remember quite how he got there. Wasn't he.. following someone? He was too tired to recall.

"Excuse me… excuse me!" Jervis spoke up. "Are you alright?" He asked gently as he walked up to the man, he looked up. "Im sorry.. I didnt know anyone else was here.." The man stood. "Oh-- Oh nonono… you arent bothering me. Not even a little bit! But you do seem so very… distraught. You are in a park, crying! Perhaps… youd like to talk about it?" Jervis offered. Ive no where to be-- not really.."

The man and Jervis sat and talked… they talked until daylight broke.

The man was heartbroken.. the story was all too familiar. He had lost his wife and child This man, however… had lost a son.

"I am so sorry--" Jervis said, almost on impulse, but the man shook his head.

"If I knew.. I would have done things differently. I worked him so hard. I was so concerned for his grades.. was so worried about school-- none of that matters now. all those straight A's amounted to NOTHING. Hes DEAD and GONE. And all that time I could have been spending with him-- I lost it. Its too late now. I'd do anything to be with them now-- I just want to be with them."

Jervis frowned deeply. "Sir.. if you're feeling… suicidal-- there are people you can call.. Here you can use my phone--!"

The man shook his head. "Nah… dont worry. I know how it works… or how they say it works. If I off myself-- Ill never see them again-- Ya know? We wont go to the same place."

Jervis thought about it for a moment. "You wont… be able to go to wonderland?" He asked slowly, the man laughing sadly. "Sure. we can say it like that." He said plainly.

Jervis thought hard for a long moment. He was quiet for several minutes before finally speaking. "Would you like some tea?"

The man looked confused at first. "Wha? I prefer coffee.." He laughed sadly, akwardly, but Jervis gave a soft smile.

"I am English afterall, im sure you can hear it-- I must insist. It will help." He said surely, offering the man his hand as he stood.

The man thought about it… but let him help him up. He followed the shorter man a small distance home.

That night… the small man was finally able to join his family in wonderland. Jervis had helped him.

"Do you understand now..?" Jervis heard a small voice, he turned to see the small girl again, giving him a soft look.

"Yes, Alice.. I understand. I will help him." He said softly.

Jervis packed a small bag… and headed home to Tennessee… Home to see his father.

His father was growing old.. he was a miserable man who never did quite get over the loss of the love of his life.. and though he was proud of Jervis' accomplishments. He'd never let it show… so trapped in "Tough Love"… Jervis could now see the suffering. The man before had opened his eyes… Alice wanted him to help him. He would help him. He missed his mother so well.

Jervis had of course made tea for him.. and they sat together and talked… But he seemed to realize something was wrong.. it was different than the others.. he didnt just fall asleep.. his eyes seemed to have a kind of clarity. "Jervis… what.. did you do?" "Its alright father…" He smiled warmly, touching his arm, before hugging him tightly. "You'll see mom again soon. Youll finally be happy. Alice told me so… Fairlights here to take you." Jervis said so proudly.. he didnt understand the last look in his fathers eyes. It would take a long time to truly understand it…

After this, nearly a decade had passed. On one hand, for a decade, Jervis had been a normal man. He'd worked every day, he'd been successful. He'd not killed anyone-- importantly.

His life seemed to have finally settled into place, although-- his obsession… only grew.

Once he had "helped" his father, the small man was finally at peace. He didnt feel guilted anymore, nor obligation. He finally was free to find the joy in his life… to try to find the looking glass..

And he did.. when he could finally stop and look around him, he found it often, in every day things.

To him, Gotham truly was a wonderland.

The lights that lit the sky at night to him danced like stars singing to him… The characters very much surounded them, The flowers sang, THe walrus was on the news… though for some reason he called himself the penguin? But Jervis didnt question it, he respected all peoples identities!

And in fact he'd just been promoted at work! Head of Hardware development. He was moved to a different department and paired with a new partner.

A snarky, unhappy, but very intelligent man named Edward Nashton.

"Hello, hello! Frabjous day, is it not?!" Jervis greeted with Delight, offering his hand.

The taller man looked him over with scrutinizing eyes, very VERY delicately taking just the tips of his fingers with gloved hands. "…Right…. Lewis Carrol, hm?" He sighed, as Jervis nodded in agreeance. "OH, You know it?" "I know ALL the classics. I can't say ive a preference for something so… ABSTRACT, myself. But-- to each their own." He sighed, cleaning his glasses and turning back to the computer screen where he typed away. "Oh! Well, Its very much my favorite. My little sister introduced me, you know. She is Alice. She always helps me to find the wonderland in everything~" He chimed brightly, proudly bragging as though the girl were still alive, there with him. Ed just shrugged passively. "Right. Well. Good on you." He gave a thumbs up carelessly. "And good luck when that falls apart too." He said back mocking the singsongy voice, waving his hand mildly. "My well you ARE a sourpuss, arent you?" Jervis sulked.. but got to work.

Of course… as bleak as it may seem. This irritable man eventually came one of Jervis' two dearest friends.

It was not too long after this point the man had had his own break of sorts.. becoming a criminal himself, outright and well known. He'd been open and fearless, and been stopped by-- a man dressed as a bat. Even Jervis thought that was a big insane. Even in wonderland men didn't dress as bats. But Jervis admired the man greatly. He had fought for what he believed in, he was guilted into nothing, and he helped… HIMSELF, most importantly. THAT was something Jervis had NEVER done. He was so entirely impressed. Edward had not been arressted that day, but actually gotten away, despite being stopped from his rampage-- Jervis knew the white rabbit would lead him right to him.

He must be insane. What was he doing? Surely he'd lose his job. But-- this life. This was never HIS life. He wanted to follow Alice into wonderland-- Surely Edward's way-- Edwards way was wonderland. To live freely and indugently. He knew the white rabbit would lead him to Edward. Edward now called himself the Riddler, didnt he? Well he would follow in the intelligent man's footsteps. He was… he was---.

"The Mad Hatter." He heard the small voice, with giggles. which made him smile fondly.

"I am the Mad Hatter." Jervis repeated surely.. following the white rabbit into the night.

#jervis tetch #jervis #tetch #madhatter #mad hatter #batman #rogues #rogues gallery #gotham rogues #gotham

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chilei-the-hotsauce · 1 year

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the collector lore

ok here we go smh

was born in the desert (no shit). her mother died when giving birth to her and some group of eremites took her under their wing

surprise surprise the eremites got killed by another group of eremites and the collector was taken under the new group's wing

now no surprise here, but the new group got separated during a sand storm, leaving the little (almost) 4-year old collector by herself. she starts to wander the desert on her own

while wandering, she starts collecting cool rocks she finds because "they cant leave me like the others did"

slowly starts collecting other things too, like lizards, plants, bugs (scarabs) and other small things. never over the size of her hand. during this period of time she also learns to channel the power of her ancestors and learning how to fight with it. she's about 10 here

18 and a fresh adult, the collector starts to collect bigger things. full on living, sentient beings. the scorpions and birds. she even leaves the desert at some point to collect non-desert things.

okay, leaves at 19 comes back at 20.

her collection now also contains human beings. dont ask me where she keeps them. she just has them in her collection.

so. back to the desert. and hmm? what's that? an eremite sunfrost? the collector doesnt have one in her collection yet, so collecting time!

and thus a battle ensues. ends up with a tie.

the collector still goes "i've collected you so you're part of my collection now!" and the other one just goes "yeah whatever"

plot twist you never expected. it's the archivist. she collected the archivist. boom. anyways now they travel together

lore part 2

attachment & abandonment issues 👍

kinda obsessive tbh "you're a part of my collection so you're mine!" "that's my property you're touching. hands. off."

when asked about her desert navigation skills: "the desert is my mother!" (her mom died and the eremites told her she was found in the desert)

everything she likes, she takes into her collection. people included

has a pet Consecrated Scorpion. trains it regularly & actually treats it pretty well. summons it out of nowhere during fights for some reason (she's bored and wants to see her pet scorpion do something)

reluctantly gave the archivist a Consecrated Red Vulture.

probably doesnt have a name.

to the archivist regularly: "you're a part of my collection, so dont even think about leaving. even if i let you walk around freely." and then laughs lightheartedly afterwards. very normal thing to do. not at all threatening or even slightly concerning.

and the worst part? the archivist just responds with "yeah sure"

#hm #what if i killed her lol #idk just a thought #my oc #oc lore #oc dump #genshin impact oc #genshin impact eremite oc #i thought it'd be longer smh #anyways

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thornofarose01 · 7 months

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The Memories That Haunted Me: Chapter Two

Masterlist

Chapter One

Xarene has met three more people infected with the mind flayer tadpoles. Astarion, a high elf with an... interesting way of introducing himself to people. Shadowheart, a half-elf cleric with a mysterious artifact. And Gale, a human wizard with a strong sense for magic, even if it puts him in strange predicaments. The group continues their quest to find others and find a cure...

Xarene looked the group over once more, considering their options. The githyanki woman they and Shadowheart encountered earlier was still nowhere to be found. I suppose that's our next target, they told themselves. Remembering the crossroads a few yards away, they decided to head back that way.

Trudging through a bit more of the nautiloid crash, they noticed something. A... makeshift cage? It was hanging nearby. Xarene motioned for the others to follow them as they approached the area.

There, in that shoddy cage, was the githyanki they were looking for. But it seemed like someone else got to her first. Two tieflings were discussing their 'catch' with each other.

"Do you think it's dangerous?" One of the tieflings, a woman, asked.

The male with her seemed a bit annoyed by the question. "Of course it's dangerous! One of them carved up Zorru's whole squad," he responded.

Xarene and the others quietly approached from behind as the two debated what to do with the gith. Another headache came over the drow, the tadpole connecting with the githyanki as she glared at them.

'Get rid of them,' she demanded. Her mouth didn't move, yet Xarene heard her words clear as day.

Before Xarene could respond, the tiefling pair noticed them and their group. "Holy hells," the woman muttered. "It's... it's an under-elf."

Under-elf. Something Xarene was used to being called. Before they could even speak their case, the male tiefling raised his sword.

With a sigh of annoyance, Xarene grabbed theirs as well. It seemed a fight was inescapable. The group sprang into action, their weapons at the ready. Gale and Astarion kept their distance, leaving Shadowheart and Xarene to handle the close-combat side.

Xarene waited for the tieflings to make the first move, which they did. The woman shot an arrow at them, aiming at their legs. The arrowhead dug into the armor, which Xarene quickly tore out before rushing and swinging their blade at her. The others, meanwhile, focused their attack on the other tiefling.

With an intricate hand movement, Gale conjured a bolt of lightning. It appeared like it was connected to him and the attacker. While Gale did that, Astarion quickly snuck around and attacked with a dagger. It was like he was a professional in attacking from the shadows. A very acquired skill, one that Xarene could respect.

The fight continued for a moment longer, and Xarene was no longer hesitating after getting attacked again. The tieflings fell, blood leaking onto the dirt. Xarene stopped, put away their blade, and knelt down for a moment. They remained there, offering a moment of silence. They acted in self-defense, but they still felt bad about it.

"Come on," Astarion groaned, "If we stop and mourn every single death, we'd be turned into mind flayers in no time."

Xarene sighed and got back to their feet with a nod. "Yeah," they muttered, "you're right." They looked up at the cage, examining how it was built.

"Enough gawking," the Githyanki snapped, glaring down at them. "Get me down."

"You can at least say please?" Shadowheart asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Never."

After a few attempts at throwing their sword at the wooden cage, the bottom finally broke, and the woman fell to the ground. "The tadpole hasn't yet scrambled your senses. Auspicious," the woman began. "But the longer we wait, the more it consumes. My people possess the cure for this infection. I must find a créche. You will join me."

"You know, most people would start with a thank you," Xarene said, a bit lightheartedly.

"The cure I offer will suffice as thanks," she spat.

"Alright. And... what is a créche?"

"It is many things. A hatchery, a training ground, a shelter. Githyanki protocol is clear: when infected with a ghaik tadpole, we must report to a ghustil for purification."

Xarene's brow furrowed. Ghaik, they thought to themselves, I heard her say that before. Does she mean mind flayers? But what does that other word mean?

"Let's find that... place, then," Xarene nodded slightly. "Join us."

The githyanki woman smirked a bit. "You have made an ally from Créche K'lirr. Few know such fortune. Call me Lae'zel."

"No point in showing a mad dog kindness," Shadowheart muttered. "It'll still bite you in the end."

"You've a sharp tongue, elf," Lae'zel glared at Shadowheart. "Would that your mind prove it equal."

"Half-elf. The finer details are lost on a creature like you."

Xarene sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose in frustration. "Let's get going, we need to find a healer. We need to find shelter, and we need to stop bickering."

Lae'zel rolled her eyes. "We'll find my people first."

"We'll find whatever comes first," Xarene countered, walking away and motioning for the others to follow. "Come on."

The sound of yelling drew their attention. They climbed onto a small hill in an attempt to see what was going on.

From what they could see and hear, a group of adventurers were demanding a gate to be opened. They could only assume a settlement of some sort was past the gate that was still firmly closed. It was hard to hear, but the leader of the group was yelling about something about goblins and a druid.

Xarene grabbed their sword. "Looks like we can't catch a break," they sighed as a small group of goblins, accompanied by a worg and a bugbear, made their presence known by shooting and killing the gatekeeper.

Before Xarene and the others could react, a blast of magic killed one of the goblins. A young man jumped down from the top of the gate, rapier in hand. Xarene couldn't see much of his features from the distance they were at, other than his black hair, dark skin and what looked to them like a false eye. "Provoke the blade," he spoke calmly as he easily disarmed another goblin before impaling it. "And suffer its sting."

And then a fireball erupted onto the battlefield. Xarene looked around for the cause. As if on cue, someone jumped down next to the previous man. This man was shorter, with tan skin, red hair, and a burn along the left side of his face. Xarene instantly recognized him.

"Lanrel!" Xarene yelled, running into the now smoldering battlefield. A few goblin corpses were still burning. "What the hells was that?"

"Xarene?" Lanrel asked. "Thank Mystra, it really is you! I was so worried! But did you see that? I just mastered fireball!"

"This reunion is well and fine, but we're still in the middle of battle!" Astarion yelled, firing an arrow at one of the remaining attackers.

Lanrel nodded. "He's right. You can tell me about where you went after we take care of this," he added, twirling his quarterstaff and casting mage armor on himself.

Gale smirked a bit. "Looks like there's another wizard," he chuckled. "Finally someone else who understands the Weave."

Lanrel laughed and nodded, running to Gale's side. "Perfect, we can stick together then." Xarene looked over at their friend with a small smile.

They knew him to be timid, but to see Lanrel openly run over to someone he just met, they couldn't help but be proud. With everyone ready, it was time for the battle to continue. The leader of the goblins was still standing, but it wouldn't be for long. Xarene brought their blade down upon him, followed by a few expertly timed magic missiles from Lanrel. Shadowheart got to work making sure the people who were waiting at the gate were healed while Lae'zel and Gale focused their attacks on another one of the goblins.

Along with the help of that other rapier-wielding stranger, the fight wrapped up fairly well. No one else seemed to be hurt. The gate opened and an older looking tiefling yelled for everyone to enter. Xarene looked over at the others and motioned for their group to follow.

"Where were you, anyway?" Lanrel asked, running up to them. "And who are the others you're with?"

Xarene shrugged. "Well, I woke up on a mind flayer ship. Turns out the others were there as well, and now we're looking for a cure for the tadpoles we're infected with."

"Wait," Lanrel looked everyone over. "Mind flayer tadpoles? Oh gods, we gotta find a healer fast. I know there's someone in the grove that can help!"

Xarene nodded as the group entered the gate, the door closing behind them shortly after. Before they could even enter the grove, there was yet another fight.

"There are children here, you fool!" A tiefling yelled. He was the one from earlier, the one who ushered everyone inside. He was arguing with one of the adventurers. The one who indirectly led the goblins to the grove.

"We were running for our lives," the other man, a human, countered.

"You led them straight to us. And you let them take the druid. Unbelievable!"

Xarene approached quietly, their arms crossed. The others kept nearby.

"You guys got lucky, I've seen much bloodier battles," Xarene commented calmly.

The human looked over, raising an eyebrow. "And who the hells are you again?"

"Show some respect!" The tiefling snapped. "If not for them, your pathetic life would be over."

"Well, I didn't ask for any goddamn help."

"Please. You were begging me to open the gate. Anything to save yourself, coward."

They noticed how angry the adventurer was. The altercation was about to get much worse. "Knock it off before I knock some damn sense into both of you," Xarene threatened.

The tiefling seemed to agree. "Squabbling is pointless. The goblins have found us."

"At least we agree on that," the human sneered before walking away.

"Forgive that display," the tiefling turned to face Xarene and the others. "Aradin's a blowhard, but that's no cause for me to join him. I wouldn't have looked to a drow for help, but I'm grateful all the same. I'm Zevlor."

Xarene's brow furrowed slightly. "Got a problem with drow?" they asked.

"I meant no insult," Zevlor reassured, "It's simply that yours are a people at war with themselves. I've never known them to care for outsiders."

"Then I'm a special case," Xarene shrugged.

"Whatever your business, I'd see to it quickly. The druids are forcing everyone out."

"They're what?" Lanrel interrupted. "We can try to stop them if you want! There has to be something we can do!"

"I've tried," Zevlor responded. "Kagha, their new First Druid, won't even see me. You though... I know it's not your business, but she owes you for saving this place. Perhaps you could persuade her. Even just for more time to prepare."

Xarene nodded. "I'll see what I can do," they smiled slightly.

"We're playing messenger?" Astarion scoffed. Lanrel just elbowed him in response. It was clear the party seemed to be split on Xarene's decision. Astarion and Lae'zel weren't too happy to be getting involved, while the rest seemed to at least want to try to help.

"We'd owe you a great debt," Zevlor informed. "If we're forced to leave now, we won't make it to the city. You'll find the druids at the heart of the grove. Please make them see sense."

Xarene nodded, about to make their way into the grove, but the tiefling had one more thing to say.

"Oh, and if it's of any concern, you're brave to walk around without hiding your heritage. I'll make sure everyone knows that you helped us at the gate."

They looked back at the others, holding their hands up in confusion. "S-should I be hiding who I am?" they asked softly, honestly a bit shocked. But it wasn't the time to debate disguises. The group had another goal to achieve: stop the druids from performing that ritual.

#baldur’s gate 3 #baldur's gate #original characters #ocs #oc fanfiction #baldur's gate oc #baldur's gate fanfiction #bg3 oc #bg3 #oc: xarene eilsund #oc: lanrel virian #lanrel virian #xarene eilsund

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humbughana · 3 years

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party’s over

Part Two of Second best

warnings: cursing per usual, mentions of sex, hidden feelings, bad writing (the horror), drinking. mean rafe once again.

words: like 2.5k

also this picture what the fuck I’m in love

I'm coming over.

Rafe had sent the message ten minutes ago when Lola looked at her phone finally and her heart sank. And it only declined from there as both of them jumped slightly when her front door opened and slammed shut; her name bounced through the house. She looked at the boy in her bed with panic, jumping over him to grab a shirt that fell down to her thighs as she opened her bedroom door to see none other than Rafe Cameron stomping up the stairs and when he noticed her, “where the hell have you been?”

She frowned, crossing her arms in front of her to try and figure out what his problem was, “I was here.”

“And you couldn't answer your damned phone?”

Lola sighed deeply, rubbing her temples as she cut off his path to her occupied room, “get out.” she pointed back down the stairs and she swore there was a look of hurt on his face but it was replaced too quickly when there was a slight thud in her room. Lola cringed as rafe’s face was one of confusion, “what was that?”

Panic bubbled over in her chest as he pushed past her, “nothing rafe! It was nothing!” She pawed at his shirt to hold him back but when he opened the door, it certainly didn’t look like nothing. The low laugh that left him made her want to crawl up and die, “nothing lo?” the taunting in his voice as he looked from the half naked boy sitting up in her bed to her in only his shirt stung, “I get it now.”

“rafe-”

“this is why you had to leave last night, to fuck some guy you barely know? And you think I'm the problem? You're just a hypocritical whore-”

Someplace inside her stalled at the words while her mind refused to process them for a moment but Jack stood up, “easy,” he put himself between the two of them and Rafe snorted at the action, “calm the fuck down.” She swayed slightly in shock barely noticing Rafe give her one last look before walking away. Lola jumped when the front door slammed, her chest felt heavy as her eyes watered again.

Jack pulled her into his chest when her palms went to cover her eyes before her first choked sob shook her shoulders.

She hated Rafe Cameron in this moment.

“Lola,”

She looked anywhere but the blonde boy sitting across from her at the brunch restaurant he took her to, it had been a whole two days since her incident with rafe and still nothing had changed. Radio silence on both of their ends. So she looked up from her untouched plate of strawberry pancakes at last, “Topper,”

“Whats going on?” he asked lightheartedly enough that she smiled a bit, “having breakfast with my favorite friend,” she grinned back and he only shook his head with a small smile. But it didn’t last long when Topper was involved, “I talked to Rafe.”

“Did you?” she mumbled, stabbing a piece of her food mindlessly.

“He asked about high school.” Topper spoke as if he was also confused why his best friend had brought it up; to be fair Lola was even surprised Rafe did as she proposed.

“what did you tell him?” she asked looking up again. Topper shrugged, “the truth. He did have a tendency to leave us all behind for whatever girl he was seeing. You always got the worst of it, Lo” She swallowed, looking back down at a loss but Topper filled the silence, “he said you got into a fight too.”

A fight, Lola laughed slightly, “you mean, he stomped into my house and yelled at me? Called me whore?” she leaned back and observed Topper's surprised expression; apparently his best friend left out some details.

The sweet boy in front of her frowned as if angry at his friend. “I didn’t know, Lola. He didn’t tell me that.” She only shook her head and told him it was fine before stabbing a piece of her pancake and plopping it into her mouth. When she swallowed Topper was still staring at her and she sighed, “it’s okay, top. Let’s just enjoy our day.”

“this is ridiculous. let’s just go inside,” Sadie whined, looking at the crowded house party. Lola just stared at the house from the street, biting her nails anxiously, “who cares if he’s here! Let's just get shitfaced and forget about him.”

Lola rolled her eyes finally, “a way with words, Sadie, really.” But nodded finally with a determined sigh, “let's do it.”

The girls stayed true to their words evidently as Sadie and Lola danced on top of each other in the packed living room, laughing and singing at the top of their lungs.

“Look!” Sadie nodded somewhere behind Lola and when she turned around, there was an attractive dark haired boy watching her. He nodded at her slightly with a smirk when Lola met his eyes; she gasped and turned back around with wide eyes, “Sadie!”

“Lola!” Her friend laughed, “He’s totally into you. Go talk to him.”

“I can’t,” she shook her head but couldn’t help the feeling of a thrill that someone wanted her. There was no sign of her usual friends here and it was refreshing to not be watched, Sadie’s eyes softened slightly understanding her hesitation. So she let it go with a shrug, “Lets go get another drink?”

Lola nodded, pushing her hair away from her face and making her way to the kitchen, discreetly stealing seltzers from the fridge with a sign that blatantly said ‘do not enter.’

“Can I help you ladies with anything?” The same boy was now leaning against the door frame with a knowing smirk on his lips. Lola swallowed, feeling slightly caught but shook her head with a grin as Sadie popped the tab of her drink as the sound filled the room.

He was roguishly handsome, his almost black hair slightly falling in his face, “Well, considering this is my house,” he trailed off, looking pointedly at Sadie who choked on her drink and the grin fell right off of Lola’s face.

“Fuck- sorry.” Sadie cringed slightly with a grimace and the boy just burst into laughter as the two girls still stood frozen.

“Forget it, keep the drinks.” he looked Lola over once more before smiling at Sadie. Both of their cheeks slightly flushed, still confused. And Sadie, ever the loud mouth, “I’ve never seen you before. You said this is your house?” She asked maybe a little too aggressively and he raised his eyebrows at her brashness. Lola hissed her name slightly at the girl, embarrassed, “Sorry,” she sighed.

He only shrugged, “We just moved here from the mainland.” It made sense, he knew a good amount of people but neither of them had met him before. Both of the girls nodded in understanding before Sadie smiled wide, “Welcome to the island then!” grabbing her stolen drink and walking past him, she clinked her can with his on the way out, leaving Lola alone with him. The wink Sadie sent over her shoulder had Lola burning up as the boy chuckled slightly, “I like her.”

“I’m sure she’d love to hear that.” Lola sipped her drink, anything to take the edge off as he watched her. She had flirted with boys before, hooked up with a few over the years but it had been awhile and to be honest; she had grown comfortable with Jack and her ongoing feud with Rafe.

So she would try, “What's your name? She asked sweetly and he cocked his head slightly, playing with her, “You come to my party and don’t even know my name?”

She playfully rolled her eyes, “I’m Lola,” The corner of his mouth quirked up, “I know.” She frowned, feeling defensive all of the sudden and it must have displayed on her face because he pushed off the wall and walked fully into the kitchen, “Nothing bad,” He shrugged now right in front of her, “It’s hard not to hear about you when you’re with Cameron.”

Lola nodded to herself, understanding how people knew her but it made her irrationally irritated in this moment, “I’m not with Rafe.” It might have come out too aggressively because he held up his hands in faux defense and an easy going smile, “That’s not what it looks like,” he shrugged and she grit her teeth.

“I’m. not.”

“Fair enough,” He watched her still and Lola shifted uneasily, “Aiden.”

“What?” her eyebrows furrowed.

He grinned, “My name. Aiden Carter.”

She had heard of his last name here and there but nothing substantial, obviously his family was very well off just by looking at his house that rivaled her own.

“Well, Aiden, as riveting as this has been, I'd rather get back to the party.” She copied Sadie on her exit and tapped her can on his with a playful eye roll, “See you around.” She added with a little smile over her shoulder.

Lola sifted through the crowd until a body slammed into hers with a little squeal in her ear, “Lo! He’s so hot!”

“Jesus christ, Sades.” Lola laughed slightly, steadying the two of them. Sadie only giggled manically before pulling her towards the beer pong table that was set up as Lola groaned, they weren't necessarily bad at it but both of them always ended up belligerently fucked up. They took their drinks more seriously than others, sipping their drinks every time their opponent made a cup; as you should, Sadie always said.

So the two girls were thrown into a new game against two boys they went to school with that seemed to take the actual game way too seriously. And like clockwork, Lola and Sadie lost, stumbling away from the table both leaning against one another.

“I need to pee!” Sadie spoke in her ear and Lola nodded but then groaned at the line to the downstairs bathroom, “Let's go upstairs.” Lola whispered with a sly smile and a finger over her lips, “Secretly!” Sadie giggled at the slurred words as both girls tried to be as inconspicuous as possible.

“Third door on the right,” Lola gasped dramatically, turning around on the staircase and almost tumbling back down to see Aiden, “The bathroom.” he nodded, looking slightly concerned but was amused nonetheless. Lola saluted him as if they were on a mission as Sadie tugged them upstairs.

“He’s nice.” Lola leaned against the sink as Sadie pulled down her skirt with a snort, “Yeah he probably wants to fuck you.”

“Why wouldn’t he want to fuck you?” Lola cocked an eyebrow as Sadie scoffed but left it alone. Lola sighed, the room beginning to spin as she realized she definitely drank one too many and didn't realize it, “Oh god,” Her hand covered her mouth, Sadie now washing her hands looked at her with knowing concern.

“Lo,” She murmured, “Just relax.” Her heavyweight best friend rested a hand on her back as Lola tried to breath through the feeling of impending doom as her stomach churned. Sadie only took the hair tie off her own hand and pulled Lola’s hair back in a low bun, “Just tell me what you want me to do. I can call Rafe or Topper or Kelce.” Lola’s head immediately shook back and forth but the movement sent her over the edge as Sadie helped her fall in front of the toilet as she threw up all of the alcohol.

“You’re getting better at this.” Sadie laughed as she tried to lighten the mood and Lola only groaned, leaning back on her heels, a sheen of sweat on her skin now. Lola sighed, still feeling sick, “I miss him.” Her lip wobbled slightly and her friend only sighed, pulling her hair back when she threw up again, “I know.”

Unbeknownst to Sadie, Lola had pulled out her phone and sent scrambled messages to Rafe, Topper, Eve, and Jack. She could barely read herself and just slid the phone back in her pocket before Sadie noticed.

A few moments later, Lola was laying on the cool ground, counting her breaths as Sadie continuously filled up the little paper cups that were in the bathroom with water and handed them to her, “I’m too drunk for this,” A knock at the door make Lola’s head pop up and Sadie turned to the door.

“Is everything okay?” Aiden’s voice sounded from the other side and Lola let out a soft groan as Sadie cracked open the door with a grimace, “I’m sorry,” The boy only pushed past her and they both looked down at Lola who laid a hand over her eyes, “Just kill me now. Leave me here to die.”

“Shut up,” Sadie kicked her leg in annoyance but Aiden just looked at both of them in exasperation, “Is someone coming to get you?” He asked, crossing his arms and Lola groaned again, “Don’t you dare call him, Sade. He hates me!”

“Oh my god,” Sadie mumbled as she spotted a tear on her friend's cheek. Aiden still stood there and Lola looked up at him, “Can’t we stay here? This house is huge, don't be greedy with your rooms,” Aiden coughed out a slight laugh, “Yeah that’s fine.” He nodded, looking back and forth between the two of them.

“C’mon Lo,” Sadie bent down to help the girl sit up to no avail until Aiden bent down and grabbed her around the waist and over his shoulder. Lola let out a giggle as she saw Sadie upside down as they entered a new room with a huge bed. Her head ached when Aiden dumped her on the bed and she bounced, “Thanks,” She deadpanned rubbing her forehead. Sadie turned to the boy as Lola zoned out again, pulling out her phone to faintly see the messages coming through.

Her messages to Topper included,

Lo: Hi top! we can still be friends without rafe right? i love u

Top: of course, lo. where are you?

Lo: party party

Top: call me

Lo: no xx

And then Eve who only laughed and asked for pictures. Jack had not responded just yet but her messages to Rafe made her sit up slightly, panic in her chest.

Lo: i miss u even tho you were so mean to me

Lo: are we even speaking?

Rafe: what’s wrong with you

Her eyes welled up as her drunken mind took it the wrong way,

Lo: i miss you, asshole.

Rafe: where are you?

Lola stalled as she looked at Sadie and Aiden still talking in the doorway but her phone began to ring in her hands. Her eyes widened as she saw Rafe’s contact pop up. Sadie narrowed her eyes but shrugged, “Answer it.” She pulled Aiden out of the room and closed the door behind her with a wink.

Lola hesitated before putting the phone to her ear, “Hello?” she mumbled, feeling shy all of the sudden. Rafe’s harsh voice boomed through the phone compared to her soft voice-

“Have you been drinking?”

Lola rolled her eyes at the only thing he said, “umm, yes, but-

Rafe cut her off, “Where are you?” the rustling around in the background made her uneasy

“Rafe-”

“What the fuck are you doing there?” He must have looked at her location that they shared with one another, Lola frowned, “Stop yelling at me,”

“I’m not yelling at you.” Rafe huffed and she heard the sound of his car starting, “I’m coming to get you,”

LOL so part three is the final part and is written as well. So we’ll see again :)

#rafe cameron #rafe #cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe obx

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xxtraord1nary · 3 years

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POV

Fandom: Open Heart

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x f!mc (Charlotte West)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Constructive criticism is always welcome! No hate please and thank you for reading reblog and comment if you enjoyed.

Summary: A very naughty and heavily pregnant Charlotte much prefers her handsome lovers point of view.

Warnings: Strong Language, Fellatio, Sex, and a tad of dark humor. If that makes you uncomfortable please exit stage left because you’ve been warned. Overall vulgar.

Tag list: @katkart122 @missmiimiie @openheartfanfics

“Tobias, I am not playing with you get that damn camera out of my face! It's way too early for your shit.” Charlotte snapped whilst swatting at the pest she called a husband as he continued to record his very moody wife with his old camera he found a couple a months ago when Char ordered him with a broom in hand to go “clean that damn garage” or he could sleep on the couch for a month, so that being all the motivation he needed Tobias got to it with vigor.

“You're really good at this whole black mama thing Charlie.” he teases with a shit eating grin plastered on his stupidly perfect face. “Keep it up and I’ll be a single black mama if you don’t quit.” she grunted while taking down her plaited kinky tendrils that in the morning tended to have a mind of their own.

“Now why would you say that?”

“Because I’m going to kill you” she said whilst continuing to grumpily apply toothpaste to her electric toothbrush.

“Really talking like that when I’m recording, then the police will immediately know who to be held responsible in the case of my untimely demise, Charlie.” he further ribbed while shaking his head playfully behind the lens.

“Screw you and the police Carrick.” she spat.

“Babe, you know all you have to do is corporate and let me get my daily picture of you and our little Tiny Tia. So get with the program.” he chided with a small but genuine smile as he further gazed at the love of his life and their little one growing inside her very pregnant belly.

“Alright two things: that name is super cute and I’m surprised you came up with that yourself.”

“I’m good for something, see?” to which she answered with a ‘meh’ and shrug of her shoulders.

“I’m offended.” and again another answer in the form of shrugged shoulders and a hard roll of the eyes.

“Now for two, why on earth do you need a picture every day?” she whined with tired eyes.

“This is our first child out of many, I need to capture every moment. Now lift up your shirt!” he confidently proclaimed.

She didn’t want to burst his little bubble but if he thought for a second she was pushing another of his big headed babies out of her lady parts he was sorely mistaken. ‘What the hell is “out of many” anyways?’ she pondered with a perplexed expression. “Absolutely not, I look like a gross ragamuffin.”

He sighed, “Charlie lift up your shirt or I’m gonna hold out.” he asservated pleased with her shocked expression. “Oh yeah, hold out what exactly?” she challenged with raised eyebrows. He knew the denial of sex would be the thing to do it for her. Already she had an insatiable sexual appetite hence here they were here six months pregnant, but pregnancy hormones only amplified that. “You really don’t wanna play those games with me Tobias, or you’ll find yourself handcuffed to bed and taken by force.” she lightheartedly fired back. “I’m quite intrigued as long as I can return the favor.” he huskily dropped an octave and whispered to her. She shivered and scoffed “You a silly little freak.” with a laugh.

“Honestly Charlie, all this is unnecessary as all I wanted was my pictures and could have been going about my business by now but someone refused to get along with the picture. Pun heavily intended.” he sighed.

“Okay I’ll bite, but what are you even doing with these pictures?”

“Well, if you must know. I take your picture or video then I pleasure myself.” he sexily drawled “then upload it online to make a virtual scrapbook.” he happily finished. “Why am I not surprised?” she chuckled as she shoved his laughing form. “Wait, you still masturabte?” she inquisitively questioned.

“Well, yeah sometimes you're in a horrifying mood and I’d rather work with what I’ve got than you ripping my head off, do you?”

“Actually no, not since I met you at least.” she truthfully noted, as her hands just didn’t do the job since Dr. Tobias Carrick waltzed into her life with his devilishly handsome face and rocked her world.

“I’m doing my job right then.” he pressed with a smirk. “Mhm, too right if you ask me.” she quipped pointing to her very round and beautiful stomach adorned with barely visible glittery stretch marks that only magnified her beauty and strength. “What’s on your mind now?” he pried while she poked at her bump in the mirror. “Me and Sienna, Aurora, and Jackie are going out to Carson Beach and I can’t decide whether to wear a two or one piece.”

“Two pieces of course so I can enjoy the fruits of my labor.” he smiled proudly.

“Four minutes hardly constitutes at “labor” she mocked with air quotes. He smacked his teeth in annoyance, “If you loved me you’d do this for me.” he pleaded. And now it was her turn to kiss her teeth, “Fine!” she huffed. “But leave my face out of it, I look icky in the mornings.” to which he eagerly disagreed and pecked her lips but not before muttering something along the lines of “stunning”.

“Alright, I’ll give you your little video but you have to do something for me.” she suggestively proposed. To which he readily agreed as he loved her ‘just been fucked’ afterglow. He then turned off the old camcorder and attempted to put it away but she fingered the loops of his jeans “Uh uh turn it back on.”

He was sure his eyes were completely bulging out of his skull and managed to mutter a “Charlie a-are you serious?” in his daze. She nodded and sunk down to her knees as she slowly tugged down his boxers and elicited a low groan from him.

In the lens of the camera she expertly handled his member with care and tenderly began to stroke him giggling at his floored expression. “You ready for me, Tobias?” she tantalizingly asked not ceasing her stroking. Receiving an eager nod and thumbs up from the camera she smirked at her success in making the talkative bastard speechless. Expertly she teased his large in girth and lengthy member with the tip of her tongue before guiding him into her mouth as she had done tons of times before sucking her mans dick like a woman starved.

“Oh god, slow down baby.” Tobias pitifully groaned while screwing his mind down as the love of his life expertly worked him. “You wanna be inside me, baby?” she whispered in a sultry tone against the head of his member cursing a pleasant shiver to rack his body. He didn’t answer but instead made a gesture behind the camera for me to turn around. He thanked the heavens above for the easy access and the fact that she was wearing one of his shirts and abandoned underwear long ago. She hissed as his large strong hand cam crashing down on her bare ass, and soothed the pleasant sting with a soft rub. “Perfect.” he murmured as he continued his caressing of her more than generous backside. “How’s the view?” she asked with a wink through the mirror.

And with a quick and brutal thrust he was inside leaving her panting mess on the cold surface of the bathroom countertop as she moaned slowly.

“Amazing.” he quickly answered before he began his unrelenting deep thrust. “Deeper” she moaned out in the air. Resting on her palms and easing away from the countertop she made eye contact with a chipper Tobias as he violently thrust into her and she had to brace herself. “Where are you going Char?” Tobias teased as she stood on her tiptoes desperately in an unsuccessful attempt of creating space between them.

“Damn I know I told him deeper, but now he's just showing out for the camera.” she thought while groaning as he hit a spot inside her making let out a loud guttural moan. He made the most out of his opportunity reaching to rub her clit. Moaning even louder he soon used one hand to grip her shoulder as he angled the camcorder downwards to catch sight of his pelvis meeting her dripping cunt. Closing her eyes for some reprieve she opened them to meet Tobias’s eyes in the mirror to find him damn near gnawing through his lip to hold back his loud groans.

Her release soon crep up on her and she moaned loudly, “Baby, I-” to which he cut her off as he sped up his tireless thrust, “Me too. Don’t wait for me.” and with that she came harder than ever and fell back on the counter, a panting mess and sweating bullets and winced as he pulled out of her. She mistakenly thought he was going to clean her only for him to zoom in the camera to get a close up of her used pussy with his milky cum dripping out of her.

Once he caught his breath he chuckled “That was amazing and it wasn’t even my birthday.” to which she rolled her eyes with a dazed expression and a small smile on her face since enjoying the after effects of their morning activities.

“Yeah yeah you better delete that.” she warned turning on the shower.

“Uh-Uh Charlie we just made a porno, I’m downloading this to my USB and keeping it in my safe.” he remarked while being transfixed at the camcorder in his hands causing her to snort with laughter.

“Whatever, if it gets leaked I better get paid for it.” she declared while leaving to her shower leaving Tobias in a cheerful fit of post orgasmic laughter.

Fin.

A/N: That was nasty and you read it so you’re nasty too.

#tobias carrick #open heart #tobias carrick x oc #PB #choices #one shot #tobias carrick fic #tobias #carrick #poc #black woman #black lead #bwbm #spotify #f!mc

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addictofsupernatural · 4 years

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Spidey Senses (pt. 2)

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You have a talk with Happy and Tony, and Tony tries to fill in the blanks of your life.

Warning: Angsty memories

Word Count: 2879

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3

"Holy shit!" You said, surprising Tony over the language. "You're the Spiderman?"

"You're the Spidergirl?!"

You turned to Tony, who was watching this from outside the car. "You! Why didn't you give me a heads up?"

He only shrugged. "You didn't ask."

"You could've put two and two together!" He only smirked and closed the door. You turned to Peter. "Stark museum?"

"Yeah. You too?"

"Yeah." You buried your head in your hands. This was a lot to processs...holy crap, this just made him more amazing. Peter really does deserve the world.

"You okay?"

You brought up your head and nodded, gently smiling. "We have a lot to talk about."

Tony got in the front seat next to Happy, who was waiting in the car as well. Tony put up the divider so you two wouldn't hear the conversation. "I like her. She's got spunk, but is also a lot more mature than she acts."

Happy glanced at the drawing. "What's that?"

"A drawing from my number one fan." He put it on the dashboard and leaned back in his seat. "She's got a crush on him."

"The kid? Why?" Happy furrowed his eyebrows.

"Beats me, but he doesn't feel the same way. How does that makes sense? It's like when Cap turns down a woman for the hundredth time. Not this is the same situation, but still. Why is the history of blind men repeating itself?" He rested his fist over his mouth. "I'm trying to wrap my head around it."

Happy thought about it. "Let me see a picture of them." He showed him the picture of you two together. "Oh wow. She's adorable. What's wrong with him?"

"Who knows." He paused. "Pull over. I'm gonna find out." Happy pulled over and Tony opened your door. "Your sitting in the front for now. I wanna have a heart to heart with the kid."

You got up and looked at Tony in the eye. "Please don't embarrass me." He saluted as you sat in the front seat. "Hi. You must be Happy."

You smiled and stuck out your hand. He hesitated for a second before shaking it. It wasn't really a professional firm shake, but he appritiated your attempts to be polite. "You're y/n."

He started driving again, and you nodded. "Yup. Did Mr. Stark tell you anything about me?"

"W–uh, not really, no." You gave him a look and huffed, giving him an expectant look and unconsciously pouty face. "Okay, he told me you have a crush on the Peter kid."

"Ugh, of course he did. Is he always really nosy? I've literally never met someone as curious as him."

Happy chuckled. "Oh yeah. Why, how bad was it?"

"He intarrogates me about the pictures I have on my walls, goes through my kitchen drawers, looks at my bills, then walks into my room to make fun of me for my drawings."

You both laughed. "So you drew that picture?"

You looked at the drawing on the dash board. "Yeah. I guess you can say I'm kind of Mr. Stark's number one fan."

Happy let out a chuckle. "You don't act like it."

"That's because I can realize that he's a regular person with his own emotional issues going on, and that he's a good guy because he chose to be for the sake of others. Not for the fame, like the guy from Hammer tech. Ugh, their products suck. But yeah, he seems like a pretty good dude, even if he suffers from RPR."

"What's RPR?"

"Rich People Rudeness." You both laughed, and Happy thought for a moment.

"Wait, what do you mean when he looked through your bills?"

"Oh, I assumed that Mr. Stark told you." He shook his head. "I've been emancipated for about 8 months now."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to–"

"It's fine." You said lightheartedly. "It's not like it's common where you work or probably live." There was an awkward silence where you knew Happy regretted prying, so you picked up the conversation. "So, I saw that you're trained in boxing."

He smiled while keeping his eyes on the road. "Yeah. Do you know how to fight?"

"Um, I guess I did learn to fight as a kid, but it's considered dirty fighting."

"Hey, don't worry about it. Tony's always using dirty boxing when we go for a round."

You smiled and looked out the window. "Course he does. I wish I knew boxing."

"Well, maybe if there's time with all of this over, I could teach you."

"Aww, you'd do that for me?" You gave him a wide grin, and poked him. "Am I growing on you already?"

"You're not too bad, calm down."

Meanwhile, in the back of the car, Peter was nervous about the idea of Tony wanting a 'heart to heart'. "So," Tony said. "I want to get to know you. Tell me about this girl you like."

"Really?"

Tony took out the container that he put under the seat when he went to get you clothes. He opened it and took out a cookie, taking a bite. "Yeah, talk to me."

"Uh, are those y/n's cookies?"

"Yeah, how can you tell?"

"Those look like the double chocolate cookies that she makes." He unconsciously licked his lips; those were his favorite of yours.

"Do me a favor and don't tell her. I'll buy her some new cookies and give back the container. These are just really addicting."

"Yeah, they really are." Peter laughed out. "Well, the girl like's name is Liz."

"Is that short for anything?"

"No, it's just Liz. Anyways, she's really smart. Like, learning is actually important to her and she tries really hard in everything. My friends and I joined Mathletes for her."

"Your friends being..."

"Y/n and our friend Ned. She's really nice to everyone too. Like, no matter what. Not a lot of people in Queens are like that." Peter smiled and blushed.

"Yeah? You guys talk a lot?"

"Well, no. I get really nervous and choked up. I do get some words out, but I need to work on my confidence around her."

Tony shifted in his place to face more to Peter. "Let me ask you something, and think about it. What does she do when you choke up?"

Peter didn't see how this was an important question. "She usually just stares at me, confused. Her friends would drag her away or this guy named Flash will make fun of me and my friends and I walk away. That's usually how the conversation ends."

Tony had all the information he needed. If Peter was always stumbling over his words and this Liz girl didn't do anything about it, then she wasn't really confused. She was playing dumb, either to not embarrass him or because she wasn't interested. What he did know was that he could use this to his advantage. "Now I want you to compare that to the other women in your life."

"Oh, I don't really have other women in my life. I'm not that kind of person." Peter chuckled at Tony.

"I can see. Who are the women in your life then?"

He shrugged. "Just Aunt May and y/n really."

Tony repressed his smile. This was right where he wanted Peter. For being such a genius with science and technology, Peter was an idiot with people's feelings. "Okay then, let's think of a scenario with y/n."

"Why are–"

"Don't question me when I'm asking you something." He said sternly.

"Sorry." Peter mumbled.

"I want you to think of a scenario where you're trying to talk to y/n, but you can't. You're choked up and it's bothering you that you can't speak clearly to tell her something really important to you. What would she do?"

"Well, she'd probably tell me to stop talking, and have me take a deep breath. I could see her grabbing my hand and telling me that whatever it is I want to say is just as important to her if it is to me, and that I should know that I could always tell her anything. She'd probably make me go for a walk and swing our hands to sooth me while we wouldn't say anything. Then when I'm calm enough I'd tell her."

Tony learned two things from this. One, Peter was an oblivious dumbass who still had this likability to him somehow. And two, you had some game. Your flirting was strong even in a damn fake scenario, and you sounded smooth as hell. Tony needed to think about this. He needed to figure out what to say in order to nudge Peter onto you without saying Just kiss her, trust me.

"Y'know, one thing that I like about me and Pepper's relationship is that we can talk about anything for hours. She makes me comfortable and talking to her feels natural and at home. Make sure you feel your best around the girl you like."

Peter thought about this, and Tony dusted the cookie crumbs off his hands. "Okay that's enough advice I'm able to give." He said.

He knocked on the divider, which Happy put down. You did a double take, quickly turning around to look at the container in Tony's lap. "Are those my cookies?!"

He looked like he was trying to think of an excuse, but couldn't find one. "Yes."

You huffed and shook your head, looking back at Happy. "See what I mean?"

He sighed. "Oh Tony."

"Anyways, switch with the kid. I want to talk to you."

You got out of the car and made your way to Peter's door, where he just got out. "How'd it go?" You asked.

"Uh, he told me some stuff that was pretty interesting. But it was good advice. He obviously likes you more than me."

"I don't think it's possible for anyone to like someone else over you." You both smiled as you entwined your fingers together. "I bet he already loves you as much as I do."

He twirled you around, making you giggle. "Thanks y/n. I love it that I have a friend as amazing as you."

"Course." Happy and Tony both looked at each other to acknowledge the depressing friendzone blow you just took. As you slid inside the car you took the container from Tony, handing it to Happy. "Here you go. You two can have the rest."

Happy joyfully took the tupperware. "Happy, put the divider back up." Tony said. Once it was up, he turned to you and overly smiled. "He's cute, isn't he?"

"You don't have to make fun of me." You pouted.

He laughed. "I can see that he's a good kid, and socially awkward. You two were really friendly with each other."

"Not really. We grew up with each other, so it's just natural."

"I want to know what made you like him the way you do." He leaned his head on the seat as he gently smiled.

You looked down and shrugged, smiling. "He just has this light about him. No matter how sad life can get for me, he always makes me smile. He was there for me at my lowest. He knew about my mom, everyone in school did, but he was the only one who wanted to talk to me. Everybody else saw me as dangerous. Ned was reluctant, since he's always been overly cautious, but he warmed up to me. He was even there when I went to court to get myself emancipated."

"Tell me a story of him and you. When was a time where the two of you used your brains together?"

Your smile grew. "There was this time when Peter and I built a TV for me. I found as much as I could from scavenging around the home we lived in, and he had his parents buy the rest. It was our project together. It was an excuse to get away from my mom, and I was so proud of myself when we finished and it actually turned on. It made me love projects from then on. Projects are a reason to be around Peter, and a distraction from everything else."

Tony loved this. This was better than any Hallmark movie. Better than any romance story he's seen. "When did you first get a crush on the kid?"

Your smile left you. "That's kind of a long story." You looked down again, this time in shame. "My uh, my mom had a lot of friends over all the time. They did a lot of stuff, and put a lot of stuff in themselves. I didn't know what it was back then, but I knew it wasn't good. I stepped on a needle that was left on the floor, and whatever they had just took was in me too. I had a seizure, and whoever was still in their right mind called an ambulance. I was in there for three days, still trying to gain back all the feelings in my body. Peter visited me everyday, and fed me when my hand was too shaky for me to eat by myself."

He saw your watery eyes, and felt guilty for bringing it up. "Kid, I'm sorry for asking."

You shook your head and wiped your eyes. "It's fine. Peter told his parents that my mom was really sick, so let me stay there for a few days. We were only six, so we slept in the same bed. I think that's when I first got my crush on him. When he hugged me after getting woken up by my nightmares."

He smiled at you, but was filled to the brim with sadness. He didn't know what to do, what to say. He just wanted you to feel better. Damn, why did that amazing idiot like someone else? Without thinking, Tony pulled you in for a hug. You hesitated, but hugged him back. You didn't remember the last time you were hugged like this, but it felt really good.

At the same time, Peter was failing miserably at talking to Happy. He tried to ask him about his name, but got nowhere. They both opted for silently eating your cookies together. He did see one of your drawings on the dashboard, and picked it up to examine it. He put it back down, smiling and looking out the window. He was proud of you for giving it to Tony.

The car then stopped. You and Tony didn't say anything when pulling back, but you gave him a smile that he easily returned. As everybody got out of the car, Tony had Happy take out your luggages with new clothes and toiletries. He was going to have Happy bring them up, but you both protested and got it yourselves.

He explained the mission situation, and weak points in some of the people's fighting abilities. He then told you two to find your hotel rooms while he talked to Happy. He had a lot to gossip with Happy about you. He usually wouldn't be doing this with anybody, but he trusted to task Happy with looking after you in the future.

You both went in the hotel and gave your names to the front desk lady. Miraculously, she gave you two room keys without question. You excitedly went up to the 5th floor, and went to your connected rooms. You both went to Peter's side first, then yours.

"Yup, your side is a lot better." Peter said as he put his small luggage bag down at a corner of your room.

"What're you doing?" You asked.

"Don't you get nightmares when your in a new area alone? I'm gonna sleep with you."

You lightly smiled at the innocent but so meaningful statement. He really did care. "You remembered. Okay, let's get ready for bed then."

You both brushed your teeth together, and you changed in the bathroom while he took the bedroom. You were pretty nervous to leave the bathroom, with these small pj shorts on. The only times you've shown your legs are in PE, and even those shorts were pretty long. When you did step out of the bathroom, you saw that Peter was shirtless and had a frown. "Mr. Stark didn't pack any pajama shirts for me."

You shrugged, trying to not melt on the spot at the fact that his powers gave him super hot abs. "Maybe he figured you sleep shirtless."

"I guess." You both went under the sheets, and he cutely turned to face you with an adorable smile. "What did you and Mr. Stark talk about?"

"He wanted to know about my past."

"Oh." His smile was wiped clean off, and a worried expression replaced it. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I really am." You then wrapped your arms around his waist and snuggled into his chest. "It just made me remember how lucky I am to have such an amazing person like you in my life."

He smiled and hugged you back. "I'm lucky too."

You then quickly dozed off in his arms, and he'd be damned if he accidentally woke your nice slumber, so he didn't move you. He thought about Tony's word of advice. He needed to learn how to talk to Liz like a regular person, and become closer. He can always speak to you normally. Maybe you could help him with that. That must've been what Tony meant. Yeah.

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Come back (Part 2)

It has been highly requested and here it is! Buckle up, because this image is very very long.

Tag: @mschellehitt

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Crap Crap Crap, did I already say crap?

I couldn't imagine a more embarrassing situation.

Maybe he's just arrived and he hasn't heard anything. Yeah, that's possible.

Clinging desperately onto this possibility, I act like nothing compromising has happened and I smile and wave at him like I normally would.

He doesn't react, his face still emotionless while he starts walking towards our table. So I turn back so that I was facing Elijah.

He was the only reason why I wasn't freaking out. With him present, the conversation couldn't turn too personal, right?

But as always, nothing goes like I want and when I turn around, I see that Elijah is about to stand up.

"What are you doing?" I ask worried

"You two need to talk, I'm going to leave you alone." he says and stands up when Klaus is standing beside me

I stand up too, in hope to convince him to stay with a panicked expression but he doesn't budge. Stubborn stubborn man, ugh.

Instead he gives me a big smile and a tight hug to reassure me.

"It's going to be okay, just be honest with him. Don't be afraid." he whispers in my ear before pulling away.

He gives a nod of recognition to Klaus and leaves us alone.

I quickly sit back down, to avoid his eyes. I had already drunk my coffe but I thought that staying in a public place is better for this kind of situation.

He also sits down and doesn't utter a word. I can feel his eyes on me though so, before he could ask anything I break the silence trying to do a little small inoffensive talk.

"It's a beautiful morning, isn't it?"I ask. Lame I know but whatever.

"Indeed it is." he replies

Great intervention, 100 for the effort.

"It's the perfect weather to do an outdoor activity. Do you have anything planned for today?" I dare to ask.

I mean it's still a safe question but only now I realize that his answer could involve his girlfriend.

"It's not exactly an outdoor activity but I was thinking about some truth spilling. What do you think?" he says hinting at my previous conversation with Elijah not so delicately.

"Well, I mean if you have something on your chest then yes, go for it." I cluelessly reply

"I like to believe that I'm always very forward in my relationships. However,there is someone among us that needs to let something off their chest, but it's not me."

Shit, shit shit.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I mutter in a weak and lame attempt to keep up pretenses.

He angrily hits the table startling me and getting the everyone's attention. I should have seen this coming, he has a bit of a temper. Just a little bit.

"Enough with these lies. Since when have you been lying to my face? After everything that we've been through, don't you think I deserve to know the truth?" he asks apparently fed up with my lies

I had hoped to never have this conversation with him because I knew that if had had it, I wouldn't have known what to say.

I know he's hurt by my lies, and that was never my intention. Our relationship has always been based on mutual trust and honesty. So I guess his reaction is not so dramatic after all.

Now I'm faced with a choice, do I tell him the truth consequently putting me on the front line, or do I just dismiss this conversation by leaving?

Would he let me leave though? And more importantly, do I have the strength to get up and leave him here knowing that this is my last chance with him?

The internal battle was pretty clear but as cliché as it sounds, as soon as I looked into his beautiful enticing blue eyes, I knew that I couldn't leave him here or lie to him anymore.

I've already hurt him enough, he deserves an explanation.

I take a deep breath and leaning away from him towards the back of the chair I nod, letting him know that I was going to tell him what he wanted.

After that, a couple of minutes pass in silence, in my vain attempt to find the right words. But I mean, what better words than those who come form the heart?

"Before I say anything, I want you to know that if I didn't tell you anything it's because I thought it was the best thing for you. I haven't exactly been lying to you, but I do have been omitting some things. I don't know how much you've heard before, but I'm going to start from the beginning." I start explaining looking at him

"I think you probably know this, but I don't trust people easily. I'm sure you understand, although it's not for the same reason. When I'm getting to know someone, and we get along well I almost immediately get attached to them. After a while, I saw that this was not good for me seeing as almost everyone I've ever met has screwed me over. So, I guess you could call it a defense mechanism, but now I only let some people in and after a while." I open up to him. My voice was very low but I didn't worry about not being heard for his supernatural hearing and all that.

"I think it's safe to say that you and your family were let in. Pretty much after a day I've met you. And before you ask, no I don't regret it, I do trust you and you all know that. By now, I'm sure you're wondering, so where's the problem?" I rhetorically ask him

His eyes never left mine during this time so I know he was following me. Now shit gets real and I don't have it in me to look at him while I confess this. So I decide to play with the cup of coffee in my hands.

"The thing is, that now we enter in a new field kinda. I'm not ashamed to admit that I've never been in a serious relationship. The only guy I've ever trusted enough to let him completely in (no pun intended) has royally screwed me over and thrown my trust for guys into the bin. Since then, I've never been romantically involved with anyone. And I was fine with it, really. But then you came into my life and everything changed, cliché I know." I pause for a moment because I hear him chuckle and oh boy how I missed that sound.

"Well, almost everything. You see, I'm still scared that things will end on the worst terms and I don't want that. Not with you." At this, I can't help myself but glance at him. His look on me was so intense that I wondered how come I haven't melted yet.

"Yes, I do have feelings for you. Yes, I guess it would make me very happy to be with you. But that's not the point. I realized it too late, I let my fear win and now I've lost you. I didn't want to tell you because it's not fair to you, you've found a beautiful girl that makes you happy. I was too late, end of the story." I finish still not looking at him.

When I do though, his gaze was almost scheming, like he was figuring something out. I look at him in silence, giving him the chance to take all of this in.

After a while, when I was ready to admit defeat and retreat into my house of losers, he smiles leaving me breathless and speechless.

He's always read me like an open book, even better than Elijah, so my bewilderment was pretty evident for him. That's why he let out a little laugh.

He leans towards me and takes my hands off the cup and into his before speaking.

"You know I'd never hurt you, right?" he asks

"That's beside the point, Klaus. I'm not worried that you'd hurt me, not voluntarily at least" I admit

"Then what are you afraid of?"

"What if you get bored of me? What if you get fed up with me and fall in love with someone else? I mean, you do have eternity after all, so why would you settle with boring plain me?" I explain

"Why wouldn't I?" he smartly asks

"The question is, why would you? I'm sure you can find someone better than me. Maybe you've already found her." I hit at his current girlfriend.

"You know, I think that your fear is not the problem here, rather it's your non-existent self-confidence." Ehm, what?

"You once told me that in order to make another love you, you should love yourself first. But you see, that's not quite right. Yes, you should love yourself but if you don't yet that doesn't mean that no one will too." he says not really waiting for a reply

"I love you, I've loved you since the first time I saw you. It took me a little to figure that out, you know me and my paranoia."

"It's okay to be scared, I am too. I've never done this with anyone either. Didn't you think that I could be afraid of losing you too?" he asks now waiting for me to answer

"No, I didn't." I admit

"I really wish you would have told me all of this earlier, it would have saved us some time." he finally says.

"I know, I'm too late." I say trying to pull my hands away from his. But his grip is strong and prevents me from doing so.

"No, you're not. There's no such thing as 'being too late'. Haven't you heard me before when I told you I love you?" he asks

"So what exactly are you saying?"I timidly ask.

"I'm saying that if you come back to me, I'll come back to you." He says with a smile making my heart flutter

I can't believe this, how I was blessed with this amazing guy still goes over my head.

"And what about your girlfriend? I don't want to be 'the other girl'" I state making him laugh

"There's no girlfriend. She's just a really good friend. You're the only one for me since the moment you walked into my life." he sweetly admits

"Oh please, enough with the cheesiness. You're lucky I love you" I lightheartedly admit. It felt so good to finally admit my feelings out loud, it was so freeing. It was amazing. He was amazing.

He doesn't reply right away, probably enjoying the fact that I had finally said that I loved him too.

"I love you too, Y/N." he says and leans towards me. I also lean towards him to meet him halfway and our lips finally meet in a beautiful kiss full of love and longing.

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ritacaroline · 6 years

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In The Light Jimmy Page Fan Fiction Part 60 Conclusion

Part 60 Conclusion

Conclusion Just One Thing

Written Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Takes place August 1st, 1978

Later, they were laying around in the yard outside the pool, on an old tablecloth. Gazing up at the sky watching clouds, moving along at a slow pace. Just laying there thinking. In the light.

They were lazing around smoking a joint, one rolled with the good stuff. Jimmy always had the good stuff. Just took a couple of hits to get off. Soon they started pointing up at clouds in the deep blueness above, which appeared in some way as animals, as clouds do. It was easy to come up with odd thoughts, as a result of the weed. Jim stated, “That one there looks like a moose.”

"Wow, it does.“ she remarked. Again he spoke, “over there is kind of like a little bird.”

Jill said, “ Look, hmmm,…. I see a waiter, holding a stack of plates and he’s sliding on a banana peel. And he’s about to fly…..in through the out door !”

“Holy smokes,” he said, “what an imagination !” But, there’s something poetic about that phrase, ..In through the out door. I’m gonna need to write that down for later use, he thought. She had just made that waiter thing up, to entertain him, she didn’t see that image there at all. He knew it, she was always extremely entertaining and silly, and he very much enjoyed that part of her personality.

Quiet stillness overtook them for awhile. He felt so natural and light, so at ease with her. It was euphoric. Just laying there outside together, talking. Who could ever imagine that ? He realized she was the most pure friend he had ever had.

Then suddenly, out of the clear blue sky, Jill drew in a deep breath, and sang out as loudly as possible….

“Good morning, Starshine ! The Earth says… hello ! ”

He laughed his adorable laugh immediately and followed it with, “ You twinkle above us !… we twinkle below !“ loudly and way out of tune.

It was so unlike him to sing, especially so spontaneously. They both fell into hysterical laughter. Snorting and all. “That song’s a hippie mantra, is it not ?” he asked.

“Why yes, yes it is. And you ought to know ! You’re practically King of the Hippies.” she replied.

“Wow, that’s a cool title, not sure I can live up to it, but I can try. Next we need to try Green Tambourine. And just see how it goes ?“ She was laughing and loving this silliness from him. It was then that she realized, he was her best friend. Best sweetest friend ever.

Jim remarked, “How did we find so much entertainment by just smoking a doobie and laying on the grass ? Me and my girl. You are absolutely magical to me. No one could ever replace you in my heart, my angel.” Then, in a heavily thoughtful moment, he started contemplating his next statement. They were now laying down in the sunlight, partially blocked by the shady canopy of leaves on the trees. Laying there in close proximity face to face, on their sides. With a deeply serious look, he stroked her hair and exclaimed pensively, “ Jilly ? I have to tell you something. “ She looked at him with concern and said, "Yeah ? What ?” as he slowly twirled her pretty hair between his fingers. “It’s that, … I love being with you. You’re all I look forward to when we’re apart. I adore your company. ”

She was relieved at his sweet remarks. Because his initial remark seemed to proceed something serious. She responded lightheartedly, “And I as well, yours ? Is that the right way to say it ?” laughing.

Jim stared down at her, in deep thought, lying down, his head held up by one hand, “No baby, I’m serious. You are extremely important to me. You're…., what I mean is, I’m in love with you. You’re the woman I love.”

Time stood still for a few seconds. She lost her breath for a moment and her throat became choked up. While looking into each other’s eyes, his became glassy. “I don’t usually say things like that.” he said.

She answered “No, no you don’t. Really caught me off guard with that one.” She was shocked and deeply moved at once.

He continued, with a serious look, “ but I mean it. And I’m not saying it because I’m high. I mean, I am a little high. But, it’s the pure honest truth. I am so in love with you, darling, my heart is burning !”

She’s stared at him with mouth ajar, and her entire body tingling in disbelief. She felt a little out of breath, as though someone had knocked the wind out of her.

He continued, “Do you love me too ? My beautiful girl ? I’m gonna die in agony if you say no. Please, say you love me ? …What do you say, girl ?”

As a few seconds passed, he searched her face for a response. It felt like years to him. The pain was harsh. “Please, answer. Tell me.” he questioned.

“ Yes, I love you ! With all my heart. Of course I do ! I never loved a man before, the way that I love you ! Never in my life. The pain of it is killing me !”

He immediately grabbed the back of her head, pulled her to his face and smashed his mouth against hers in a messy rough wet kiss of pure raw love and emotion. His admission of his love for her felt like a fresh wound in his chest, the actual saying of his deep feelings. It was as though a gash had been torn into his flesh and it bled like mad and burned. He ached for her love so badly. He held her close with her face in his hair and he now dripped a few tears. The emotions for him were just way overwhelming. He choked on the messy tears as they dripped in huge blots all over the hollows of his throat and upon her neck and into his glorious black locks. He held tightly onto her, never wanting to let go. It was so strong, it felt like a love that happens once in a hundred lifetimes. She held onto him as well, with all her strength and tried to absorb it all. He asked her, “Tell me again, my love. Say it again, please.”

“Jim,..I’m in love with you.” she said. “Oh my God. Hearing you say that,… oh Lord. What you do to me. You put thrills through my bones when you say that.” And she was speechless again and just put her soft lovely fingers into his hair and petted the side of his face and kissed him under his jaw, then on his lips. And she tasted the salty tears that had run across there.

Her realization of his feelings for her was so profound, outrageous. Jill loved him so dearly, his words had been so unexpected and meant so much to her. So much pleasure and confusion now flooded her brain. All she could do now was to cling onto his slender body as tightly as possible. She didn’t think it could exist or that it was possible. The knowing, blazed like a red hot ember. Her new confession of love for him seemed like an unreachable rare animal such as a rare hummingbird alighting onto your finger.

He lay there in her arms, his very confirmation of his love had left him completely helpless and exposed. He was hers. It was his idea. He was giving himself to her. His heart was wide open at that moment, completely raw, burning. In the past this would’ve been quite an unpleasant state of being for him. But, strangely now, he didn’t mind it at all. In fact, he liked it. Anything for her. He told her “I’m at your mercy, my love. I’m yours. You’re free to do with me as you like. I’m defenseless.”

She smiled with this revelation. It was pure bliss. They lay there kissing tenderly, nibbling and licking each others lips. His manly hands caressing her waist and hips. They were exhausted.

He was the ultimate perfect man for her. She said thoughtfully, “Your love, Jim, it’s just too good for me. I don’t deserve it." He responded with, "Oh my God, yes you do angel. Yes. You do. You deserve that and much much more. ”

They lay there silently together for a few moments, thinking about what just happened.They had their foreheads pressed together while Jill massaged the sides of his head at his temples and his hairline. It was so soothing and loving and comforting all at the same time. He knew he had his exact right match in his arms, the way that she made him feel, so loved.

At that point, their little buddy from next door, Ben came wandering over. As per usual, he was in a carefree mood, not a worry in his head. He flopped down, again uninvited. He lay on his tummy with bent elbows ahead, his chin held up by his hands under his jaw. He gazed right at them. Bug carrying cage and a net by his side, along with a dirty face, probably a peanut butter and jelly face.

“Yes ?” said Jill, with a questioning expression. “What can we do for you ?”

Ben hesitated, obviously in deep thought. Finally he looked at Jill and blurted out, “Is he your boyfriend ?”

She waited a few moments to answer. “Yeah, I’d say he’s my boyfriend.”

Next, now gazing directly at Jimmy he said,

“Jim ? Is she your girlfriend ?”

“Yep, she is.” he stated.

“Oh." Ben thought deeply again and lay quietly now.

Jill was thinking, Uh oh. What in hell is coming out next ?

Ben said, "I have a girlfriend too you know.”

“You do ?” Jill asked.

“Yeah. She’s in my kindergarten, her name’s Melissa.” He was now sitting up straight, eager to spill his story.

“So, here’s what happened, okay ? I told her I love her.

Then I kissed her, right near her mouth. And she didn’t run away. Not like that other time when I,…well, never mind.”

Ben continued, “So then, I just said to her, Can we get married ?”

“And what did she say ?!" Jill asked, now intrigued.

"She said, okay.” he stated calmly, shrugging, unaffected.

Jimmy said, “Wow ! You have guts, mate !”

Ben said, “Yeah, I do. That’s how you do it. I’m just tellin ya, Jim. If you want a pretty girl, all for yourself, only for you. All ya do is you say, ” I love you ! Can we get married ?”

“Uh huh !” Jimmy said. “That’s all ya do ?” he asked. Jim nodded with a knitted brow, intensely as if he had just been given the secret of life, by means of the Dalai Lama. He was faking the deep gratefulness bullshit, eyebrows pointing down, for Ben’s benefit.

Jill was laughing now, covering her mouth so as not to embarrass Ben, but still a little uncomfortable. It was a sensitive subject which had never come up in conversation between them before.

Jimmy just looked at them both, in kind of a mock-startled expression, mouth open and also at a loss for words. This entire conversation had caught him off guard and had caused him a tiny bit of discomfort.

Ben jumped up, grabbed his bug carrier and net, and ran off without even a goodbye nor a look back. Better things to do, they guessed.

Alone again, Jimmy could see Jill squirming a bit, while also a little embarrassed.

He said, “That’s what kids do, you know, I guess. They just blurt things out in a natural way. Nothing held back. They just let it out. Don’t feel weird about it, darling.”

Jill loved how he cared about her comfort and had tried soothing her uneasiness with his sensitive words. She was constantly amazed at how caring he was.

Next Jim made a deep thinking statement, “ When do people change from being that spontaneous, to being so boring and planned out ? When ?” he wondered.

They then just stopped talking and lay peacefully in the grassy garden for a little while. Jill was feeling so relaxed and a little drowsy. She had her head against his shoulder and his upper chest. His arm around her back was entangled in her gorgeous dirty blond hair which was spread all over. He just studied her peaceful face at rest there, in the light. He was so enamored with her at that moment. Jill slowly sat up and stretched. She said softly, “Let’s go in and get some tea.” and slowly stood up. He stood also.

“Sure," he replied, "but just one thing angel…,”

“Yeah ?" She stopped and turned, looking right at him.

At that moment, right in front of her, he got down onto his right knee, looking up straight into her beautiful eyes, and he took her hand.

His sharp eyes were softened by feelings of love, and he started, "Jill, I am so in love with you. Will you marry me ?”

He then put his other hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out the most amazing sparkler she had ever seen.

A huge diamond ring, reflecting shards of light everywhere, brilliantly. No box, or wrapping, just here it is. Right out of his pocket. Anything for her. It had been there in his pocket all the day long. He held it up to her and said, “I got this for you, my love.”

Her mouth fell open. She put a few of her fingers over her mouth loosely, shaking in astonishment. Tears started to spill out, she couldn’t speak. He took her left hand and gently placed the ring onto her delicate finger. She began nodding yes, tears falling down now.

“You will, angel ? That means yes ?” he asked.

“Oh my God yes ! Yes yes. I’m so in love with you too, Jim, so much” she exclaimed. He began hugging her head close to his throat now, ecstatic with her reaction. They stood there a long while in a loving embrace, and kissed with a messy wet kiss that was so emotional and so strong, it could have melted a thousand glaciers. He said “Please, don’t cry, my love. Don’t cry ! It’s going to be beautiful.”

The End

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New Kind of Love ~ Chapter Nine: Weather

Camila walked out of the school, content that it was the start of another weekend.

She needed time to think. She needed time away from Lauren. She needed time to think about the kiss.

As she approached her house, she spotted her mom’s car in the driveway and sighed with relief with the knowledge that she wouldn’t have to be alone with her step father.

She reached into her pocket, and got out her house keys, slowly opening the front door with the slightest creak.

As soon as she took her first step through the doorway, she could hear the voices of her mom and step father talking to each other in the living room. Camila had to bite back a frown upon seeing her step father’s arm lazily draped around her mother’s shoulders.

“Oh, hey, Mija. How was school?” her mom asked enthusiastically.

Camila’s face was emotionless as she stared at her abusive step father cozied up to her mother on the couch.

“Good…I’m going upstairs,” Camila deadpanned, turning on her heels.

“Wait, Mija?” Camila heard her mother say from behind her—to which she responded with a roll of her eyes, and turned back around.

“Your father and I are going to Uncle Santiago’s party on Monday. Did you want to come with us?” her mother asked with a tiny bit of hope laced within her question.

Camila cringed when her mom referred to her step father, as her father—that man was nowhere near a father figure to Camila, in any shape, nor form.

“No, I’m good. I’ll be in my room,” Camila tried her best not to snap at her mother. After all, she didn’t know about anything that had been going on in Camila’s life—just like it had been basically all of Camila’s life. So, the brunette turned around, and headed up to her room without uttering another word.

She laid her book bag down onto the floor, only to immediately collapse onto her bed. For the millionth time that day, thoughts of Lauren and the kiss came flushing into her memory.

She brought her hand up to her forehead, closed her eyes, and let out a stressful sigh. Her feelings for Lauren were already starting to get out of hand, and the kiss just made the situation worse. Only a few quiet minutes had passed when she heard a faint knock at her door.

“Mija?” Camila heard her mother call out from the other side of her closed bedroom door.

“Yeah?” Camila huffed, eyes still closed, and hand still rested across her forehead.

Her mother walked into her room, closing the door behind her. Camila finally opened her eyes, but still kept her eyes trained on the ceiling.

“How have you been feeling lately?” her mom inquired, leaning her back against her daughter’s now closed bedroom door.

“Good,” Camila answered with nonchalance, putting forth her best effort to cover her stress. She wasn’t doing a very good job at it.

Her mother let out a sigh, and Camila had to prevent herself from giving an eye roll with desire for her mother to just leave already.

“Camila, I know that you miss your father, but just-” her mom started, and Camila was quick to cut her off.

“What? No. I’m just-no. I just have a headache and I have a bunch of homework so…I’m just tired.”

“Are you sure?” her mom asked.

Camila thought about it for a second. She wanted to say no. She wanted to tell her mom about everything—about Lauren, about being…bisexual (?), about the abuse. Her mom had been trying so hard to reach out to her. But she just couldn’t.

She hesitated. But she just couldn’t.

“Yeah…I’m just tired, mom,” Camila mumbled. She finally turned to look at her mom, and the hurt furrow in her mom’s brows made Camila avert her gaze back to the ceiling in a hint for her mom to just leave—to not make this harder than it had to be.

“Well, I just wanted you to know that we won’t be here when you come back from school on Monday so, yeah…” her mom sighed out. Her daughter—after somany years of offering—still didn’t want to open up. And she was beginning to accept that maybe Camila would never open up to her.

Camila nodded and an awkward silence took over before her mother finished the conversation with; “Okay…I love you.”

“Love you too,” Camila replied. And with that, she listened to the door creak to a close, followed by footsteps heading downstairs.

Camila had always been quite closed off with her mother. Not because she didn’t love her, or anything. Just solely based on the fact that she never wanted her mom to overreact about the little things. She had always felt extremely guilty for being so closed off. Her mom, as well as her three best friends, were the only people who had remained a constant in her life and she wasn’t open to any of them. She could never pinpoint a reason as to why she had always been so naturally closed off. She just was—always has been.

Once again, her mind drifted back to Lauren. For some reason, she felt like she could tell Lauren anything. She had known her for about three weeks, and she had told the green eyed girl more about herself, than she had ever told anyone in her entire life.

Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she thought of the raven haired girl. She thought of what she was going to say to Lauren on Monday. She thought of what Lauren might say. She thought of what would happen if she told Lauren that the kiss meant nothing to her.

Then, she thought of what would happen if her and Lauren actually started dating. She thought of how she had been hiding her sexuality for all of her life, only to be revealed as “openly gay” in a relationship with the school’s notorious badass. She thought of how she was going to ever get a girlfriend if she never wanted to be openly gay. The opportunity was perfectly laid out in front of her—an openly gay, extremely attractive and sweet girl, seemingly reflecting romantic feelings for Camila. Maybe Lauren was a sign that she should finally step out of the closet.

Camila sat up in her bed, and turned on her television to distract her from her thoughts.

—-

The weekend passed at a surprisingly slow pace.

Usually the weekends would pass faster than Camila could blink. The weekend basically consisted of her laying in bed, trying to figure out solutions to her situation. But two and a half days of thinking had passed, and she still came short—absolutely nothing.

Her book bag had been packed, her clothes had been changed, her teeth had been brushed, and it was time for her to start another week of school.

As she made her way downstairs, she peeked into the master bedroom to the sight of her mom and step father still fast asleep. Camila made her way down the stairs, running a hand through her brown locks.

She walked outside, and closed the front door behind her as quiet as possible.

—-

Camila was sat in class with her head laying on her desk while everyone else was doing their work.

She hadn’t been able to focus all day long, and her current class was almost over; meaning it was almost time for lunch.

“Hey. You okay, Mila?” Normani whispered, lightly nudging her side with her elbow. Everyone at her table looked up, Camila only just then noticing their sympathetic expressions.

“Yeah. I just, I kind of have a headache…so…yeah,” Camila responded.

They all simply nodded their heads to return their attention back down to their work. Seconds later, the bell rang.

Camila’s heart beat sped up.

She stood up from her seat and started to gather her things. It was only then that she noticed her hands were shaking with anxiety. She clenched her hands into fists for a brief moment to stop them from shaking, before she continued gathering her things.

She kept her textbooks and binder hugged to her chest as she made her way to her locker. And as soon as she had finally approached her locker, she dropped everything to enter her combination with haste, before continuing the rest of the way to the nature area.

Her anxiety was only increasing as she grew closer.

“Hey, Mila!” someone yelled from behind.

The brunette turned on her heels to reveal Dinah making her way over.

“Never mind. I was going to ask you if you wanted to come sit with us but I forgot that you're boring. So, never mind,” Dinah stated lightheartedly with a wave of her hand as she began to walk away.

Dinah had just began turning around when Camila grabbed her wrist with a sense of urgency, blurting out, “Wait!”

Dinah turned back to her with furrowed brows, not able to fight the small smirk from curving onto her lips with ease.

Camila knew deep down that she should talk with Lauren. She knew deep down that she wanted to talk to Lauren. But it was just…all too sudden.

“I think I wanna come sit with you guys today,” Camila said, feeling the guilt instantly wash over.

“Really?” Dinah exclaimed with an excited clause of her hands. Camila just nodded and within a millisecond, her wrist was being yanked, guiding her towards the cafeteria.

She glanced over her shoulder to the door of the nature area, trying to rack her brain in convincing herself that this wasn’t morally wrong. Camila returned her attention back forward to enter the cafeteria with Dinah.

—-

Lauren slowly made her way to the nature area with a rose in hand.

She had been both anticipating, and stressing out, about seeing Camila again. It had been a whole weekend and she still didn’t know exactly what she should say. She was only certain of one thing.

Lauren likes Camila and she’s planning on telling her right now.

She walked to the nature area while nervously twisting the stem of the rose between her thumb and index finger. It was the first time that she had ever went out of her way just to buy a flower for a girl, or anybody for that matter. But Camila was worth it.

She ran a hand through her hair and straightened her shirt. It was also the first time that she had ever been particularlyself conscious about her appearance. Believe it or not, she actually wanted to look presentable.

She felt extremely anxious. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she reallywanted Camila. It was one of those times in which you are either so anxious that you are excited, or so excited that you are anxious.

For example; being so excited that you are anxious is like experiencing your first sleepover. You are so excited that you start thinking about what could go wrong—in turn, making you anxious. Being so anxious that you are excited is an entirely different concept, even though it’s hard to understand the difference.

Being so anxious that you are excited is like the feeling you get during a test. You are so filled with anxiety of not passing, that you start thinking about being able to get it over with. In turn, making you work a little harder on that test.

It is the in between of those two, that I have just explained, that Lauren felt in that moment. She felt in between the feeling of excitement that you get from experiencing your first sleepover, and that feeling of anxiety that you get while taking a test. Lauren felt in between feeling so excited that you are anxious and feeling so anxious that you are excited.

She finally approached the entrance door, inhaling a deep breath to compose herself, before she opened the door and stepped through.

When she looked over to the tree, Camila wasn’t there.

She felt a pang in her chest and immediately shut her eyes, letting out a sigh. Camila was always under that tree before Lauren; every single time. Deep down, Lauren knew what this meant—it meant Camila was most likely not going to show up.

She opened her eyes and tried to push the hurt away. Slowly but surely, she made her way to the tree, sitting on the exact spot where Camila sits every day. She crossed her legs and stared down at the rose.

—-

90 minutes. Lauren waited the whole 90 minutes of lunch—waiting for Camila to show up. She never did.

The bell rang, and Lauren didn’t move. She remained sat under the tree, still staring at the rose. About five more minutes passed when Lauren finally gave up. She stood up, and entered the building.

There was plenty of reasons as to why Camila hadn’t shown up. Maybe she was sick. Maybe she left early. Maybe she chose to eat somewhere else during lunch that day for reasons that were completely unrelated to their kiss. But the only reason that stood out to Lauren, was that maybe Camila was just trying to ignore her.

She sadly trudged through the halls with the rose in her hand. When she got to her locker, she thought of what would happen if Camila rejected her. As she looked into her locker, she spotted the packet of cigarettes that she hadn’t touched in weeks.

Her hand reached up to grab it. Her fingertips had just grazed against the small box when she stopped, shook her head, and retracted her hand back down to her side. She grabbed her binder, shut her locker, and walked to her next class with disheartened steps.

Although she didn’t actually pick it up, that was the first time in weeks that she had even considered picking up another cigarette.

—-

It was only during Lauren’s last class that she had recognized her trouble in focusing—her mind drifting practically every five seconds. The bell rang, snapping her out of her thoughts. She hadn’t even known that she was in the midst of drifting off again until the bell rang.

She indolently stuffed all of her things into her book bag, loosely hung one strap onto her shoulder, and made her way towards the parking lot. When she looked out the window at the end of the hallway, it was impossible to not notice that it was raining rather harshly. Her eyes found themselves rolling with indignation at the reminder that rainstorms in Miami are awful.

As she was passing the library, she took a glance in and instantly froze at the sight of Camila. It only took Lauren one quick glance to recognize the beautiful brunette.

She backtracked about two steps to assure herself that it was actually Camila. The brunette was sitting at one of the tables, having a conversation with some random guy that Lauren was sure she had never seen before.

Lauren looked back down to the rose that stayed compressed in her hand, thinking this was finally her chance. When Lauren’s eyes drifted back up, Camila’s eyes were already on her. Brown eyes met Lauren’s piercing green before Camila returned her gaze back to the guy with hesitation.

With hopes that Camila got the message that she wanted to talk, Lauren moved out of the way so that she wasn’t blocking the entrance of the library, tiredly pressing her back against the wall. It was only when a couple of minutes had passed when Lauren came to the realization that she was going to have to wait a long time for tutoring to be over. She allowed her back to slowly slide down the wall until she fit into a sitting position.

It was definitely a new side of Lauren. Not only did she buy a rose in a romantic gesture for somebody, but she was even willing to wait for the whole duration of tutoring—while sitting on a dirty school floor—for her. If you told eighteen year old Lauren that she was going to do all if this for oneperson, she most certainly would not believe you.

But now, here Lauren is; a rose that she bought just for Camila in hand, waiting on a dirty school floor for her—willing to just sit there, and wait for the whole entire duration of tutoring to be over.

Her eyes slipped down in order to check her wrist-watch—there was still a resounding two hours left until tutoring would end. She reached into her book bag to grab some homework with a heavy sigh. Maybe she was insane, but it was for Camila. It was for Camila.

—-

Two hours passed by without ease, and Lauren’s eyelids were starting to feel heavy—having to blink every now and then in order to keep herself awake. There was certainly no way that Lauren was going to let herself fall asleep on the school floor.

She stood up and lightly brushed off her clothes before shoving her homework back into her book bag. Camila was going to come out at any minute. And Lauren didn’t know exactly what was about to go down. But she just neededthe opportunity to tell Camila about her feelings.

Soon enough, students started filing out of the library. And suddenly, Lauren didn’t feel so tired anymore.

The guy that was talking to Camila came through the doorway, struggling to shove a paper into his binder. Since he wasn’t paying attention, his shoulder ended up firmly ramming into Lauren’s. He looked up and his expression instantly flickered to worry upon seeing the school’s infamous pair of green eyes—like somebody had finally flipped the switch in his head.

“Oh my gosh. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you. That was all my fault,” he apologized profusely.

Lauren had kind of gotten used to people reacting that way upon having physical contact with her. After all, every high school student had been trying to distance themselves as far away from her as possible for years now.

“It’s okay. It was nothing,” Lauren assured, remaining a tranquil tone.

Before he could say anything else, Camila came out of the library. Both Lauren and the guy immediately snapped their attention to the brunette, and their own conversation was suddenly forgotten.

As soon as Camila stepped into view, Lauren felt her heart skip a beat. The smaller girl flashed a sweet smile at Lauren, turning towards the other guy. Green eyes took their time in studying Camila—her eyes couldn’t be taken off of Camila, no matter how hard she tried.

“Bye, Camila,” the boy said, displaying a wide grin.

Camila returned the smile, waving back at him. When he walked away, she turned to Lauren.

“Hi, Lauren,” she greeted in just above a whisper.

“Hi,” Lauren said; still slightly in a trance at how beautiful Camila is up close. So much so that she had even allowed what that happened earlier that day—Camila not showing up during lunch—be left in the past.

“I was going to give this to you at lunch, but you weren’t there. Anyway, I-um, bought this for you…and-um, yeah…” Lauren stuttered out, holding out the rose for the smaller girl to take.

Camila took the rose while Lauren bashfully looked down to her feet.

“Look, I really want to talk to you…about the kiss but can it wait for tomorrow?” Camila mumbled, “I think I need some more time to think…by myself.”

Lauren felt her heart drop. She felt stupid for buying Camila a rose. The hurt that flashed in the green of her eyes was obvious, but she was quick to replace it with as much of a smile that she could offer.

“Um, yeah…totally. I’ll-um, see you tomorrow…then,” Lauren muttered out, furrowing her brows at the weird clenching of her heart, keeping her gaze down to her feet. She chalked it up to be that it just wasn’t the right time for her to be falling for someone.

“Alright,” Camila mumbled, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she finished, turning to walk away.

The sound of the rain drops pattering against the school roof filled Lauren’s ears once again and she was reminded of the downpour. She looked up just in time to see Camila’s hand on the door handle, getting ready to head out into the dreadful weather.

“Wait!” Lauren yelled, jogging towards the brunette.

Camila instantly retracted her hand and turned to face the green eyed girl.

“You have a car, right?” Lauren asked, trying to sound nonchalant when in reality; she sounded anything but. Because if she was being honest, she was extremely worried about Camila going out alone in the weather—but blatantly saying that wouldn’t sound nonchalant at all.

“Nah, I always just walk. Don’t worry though. I’ll be fine. My house is pretty close,” Camila stated, only giving Lauren even more apprehension. There was absolutely no way she was going to let Camila walk in this weather.

“Let me drive you home,” Lauren offered with a certain timidness in her tone that Camila was able to recognize instantly. Camila opened her mouth to say something, but Lauren was quick to cut her off, “Please…I…I really don’t want you walking outside in this weather,” Lauren finally admitted. And maybe it wasn’t the best timing, but she just wanted Camila to be safe and that was her dying effort.

“Okay,” Camila accepted, a small smiling forming on her lips, “I’ll go with you.”

Once again, Lauren found herself going out of her way for one person that she had only known for about three weeks. But Lauren was willing to do it over and over again if it was for Camila.

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