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thequeenb · 4 years

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"Goodbye Poppy" Angst Pleaseee! Thank you

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Poppy x MC

Never in a million years i would thought that i would actually have to leave my dream University but here i am packing my bags because reality hits harder than untouchable dreams. Zoe couldn't handle the sight of me packing, she is in her room crying, i mean who wouldn't? We have been through so much together

I can still hear her stupid laugh, i can still see her sarcastic smile, the hideous yet amused look she gave me when i lost, her words still ringing through my ears

"Have fun back in pig town Hughes" everyone laughed, everyone clapped except a few, within the large crowd i could spot some sad faces knowing well i have to leave

What's the point? This year has been hell, i was so focused on winning a stupid crown instead of expanding my academic knowledges and in the end all i am left with is nothing

I suddenly feel the walls consuming me, the T shirt i was folding is long forgotten as i grip tight at it. Flashbacks of each semester come crushing down like a thunderstorm on my mind. The Kick-off day, the halftime show, the frat parties, the endless nights i spent with Zoe and of course all these wasted hours i sat alone thinking about Poppy.

Tears form in my eyes and i try to blink them away. I have a lot of things to pack because my father will come pick me up soon. Gathering all my strength i finish packing and i decide to go for a walk and get some steam off of my body

The night air hits my face as i wrap my arms around my body protectively. What the fuck am i even doing? Its just a stupid university, except its not. I have so many memories here. I walk past the Zeta building and a shiver runs through my body

In my surprise i see Poppy sitting alone on a bench nearby and i turn around wanting to run for my life but i freeze when i hear her shaky voice call for me

"H-Hughes?" I sigh as i turn around walking towards her

"What do you want Poppy? rub your victory on my face? Its all over the T everyone knows no need to put on a show"

"I read on The T that you are leaving" she says returning back to her usual bitchy tone

"Yes i am going back to pig town, i hope your one braincell is satisfied" i scoff folding my arms as i feel my cheeks go red from anger

"Gosh you are annoying stop talking" she now buries her face in her hands. Wow wont your expensive make up get ruined Miss Min-Rich?

"I don't understand your frustration, you got what you wanted since day one and here you are being a bitch about it. If you honestly think i will feel bad--"

"Agh shut up! You don't understand!" Her tone now changed, but she looks at me in the eyes and i can see them shine under the moonlight

"Are you crying?" Without hesitation i approach closer tilting her chin up so she can meet my eyes, she doesn't pull away as i run my fingers across her face, yes she is crying

Poppy Min-Sinclair. The person who wanted to destroy me since she first laid eyes on me, the same person who wanted to murder me too many times during this year. Am i dreaming?

"Oh wow at least you have some humanity left in you" she pulls away from my grip and i sigh sitting next to her. I am so tired, i was packing for hours, confronting Zoe, reading all the hideous comments people left under T's update

"Something got in my eyes dont get so--"

Oh hell no. She made your life a living hell and you will sit here confronting her when she should be the one doing so? I dont think so Bea

"Ha! Do you think i actually care? I am leaving damnit! This was my dream University, a way to change my whole life and now what? I have to leave because of you!" These words come out of my mouth without realising and now i stand up running looking at the sky hopelessly

"Dont raise your vo--" she tries to speak but i cut her off again

"You don't get to talk. You tortured me, you made everyone turn their back on me and you have the audacity to cry?"

I pace in circles as i feel my anger flow through my veins. This is it, this is my reaching point. One more second and i will explode, Tic tac tic tac..

"You weren't crying when you were trying to humiliate me Infront of the whole university" i now pause sitting next to her. Her bittersweet perfume is filling my lungs and for a moment all i can do is stare at her messy hair and her weak posture. Maybe it doesn't sounds like something big but seeing Poppy like this? It kind of worries me

"When you were telling me how worthless i am, how i need to go back to my town, how i dont belong here..you never ever cried" i throw my hands in the air frustrated

"So why now huh? Or are these happy tears? If yes then Excuse me for interrupting your stupid celebration"

Taking a deep breath i can sense how tense she is just by looking at her body and hearing her shaky breaths, maybe she is the one on the verge of a meltdown

"I like you..i really do Hughes" she doesn't dare to look at me in the eyes, instead she stare at the night sky and time seems to stop

She likes me? Since when? All i can remember is all the awful situations she has put me through and BOOM, I can't handle my pain anymore. I stand up again looking at her with fury

"Oh you like me, yea awesome that makes so much sense!! If i knew fighting and bullying turns you on i would have made my move earlier"

"That's why i didn't want--" but once again she is cut off

"Oh don't you dare even say a word. Since i got here all you ever did was to manipulate me and every god damn student and do you know what i did?" I raise my voice intently, and before i can stop myself i continue

"I kept thinking..why is Poppy behaving like this? Who hurt her? Where did it all go wrong? I even felt bad for you, for who? For the most awful person that exists!!" Wow maybe i am going off way to hard but its either now or never

"And do you know what's the funniest thing of all? I like you too Poppy, i really do even after everything you have done"

This is the first time that she meets my eyes tonight and i can see fresh tears running down her face. Vulnerable Poppy is something rare, so i take a deep breath trying to calm myself down

"Why did you have to be so cruel?" My voice breaks as tears take over me. How could we let this escalate to something so terrible? How could we both hide our feelings so perfectly masking them behind hatred?

"You don't have to leave Bea" this is the first time she ever said my name. She always referred to me with my last name or other nasty nicknames her and her circle were thinking about

"The Dean already reached out, seems like your charm worked as always" i sigh wiping away my tears

I look at the sky again, noticing that it slowly changing colours. I am leaving today, i leave everything i have ever felt passionate about behind me, all because i lost at her game and got burned

"I should really get going, my father will be here 7 am sharp, I don't want the whole university watching me leave while cheering"

Poppy stands up with me adjusting her clothes. She might have not spoken a lot but her silence is actually enough for me to understand that this bothers her. I expected her to jump from happiness or throw a giant party to celebrate my absence but instead she looks like a mess

Before i can turn around and walk she stares at me for one brief second before crushing her lips against mine. Her strawberry flavour lip gloss mixed with her bittersweet perfume make my senses dizzy and i get lost in the sensation.

She pushes me away and i see now her mascara running "no waterproof mascara Miss Perfect?" I tease and i earn a little laugh off of her

"Shut up jerk" she leans in again giving me a soft peck on my lips and i melt against her. How can i possibly leave her behind?

So i lean in again giving her one last breathless kiss and once we part i whisper against her lips "Goodbye Poppy". My breath ghost her face and with all my willpower i push her slowly walking away.

Before i can turn my back on her i stop to take her in. Part of me will miss her attitude, her comebacks, the little fights. I scan her from head to toe making sure i will never forget such an enemy.

And then i turn around and i can feel the tears dropping uncontrollably. What happened to me? I was so mad and now look at me i am a mess for her. Despite the urge to turn around i can feel her eyes burning my back and i try pull myself together.

Walking away i let the memories brush away. I will never forget how much fun and adventure i have been through this university. Everything will now be a memory and i know fully that right now i am not just leaving a building behind, but friendships, a great future and do you know what else i leave behind? Poppy. I will miss you, but i hope you know that you are unforgettable.

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zwritestuff · 3 years

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Some Things Are Bound To Be (Chapter Seven) - Kyara

A/N: I'M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, I've been going crazy with school, but I'm almost free, and true to my fashion, I wrote this instead of sleeping 😌 It's fine, I'm fine. Hopefully y'all like the chapter, thanks to Emerald ( @fromthenorthernskies ) for beta-ing! We're nearing the end, but these dumbasses still can't figure their shit out.

Read on AO3.

***

Priyanka doesn’t slap her when she tells her, though she wants to. Badly.

“You stupid bitch,” she exclaims, invading her personal space as she leans foward, mouth agape. Kyne doesn’t know if she should laugh or push her away, so she does the next logical thing and shoves Priyanka off, reaching for the bowl of chips. “You like her, but you’re gonna break up with her? Kyne, what the fuck.”

Kyne cringes only a little, partially because she’s sure even the people from the other building are able to hear Priyanka’s annoyed yell, and she knew this would be her reaction the moment the words left her mouth. The moment she had gotten that message from Kiara, she knew their scheme was bound to end—what else could she possibly want to talk about? Not the weather, obviously and not-- not Kyne’s stupid fantasy of a love confession, definitely not that.

So, only one option was left, and the clearest one at that. Kyne couldn’t bear the anticipation pooling at the pit of her stomach, so she did the next logical thing and invited Priyanka over, otherwise she would’ve ended up without nails by Monday.

She sighs a little, not letting the defeat show in her face.

“Not everything has a happy ending, Pri. And, y’know, we could still be friends, I guess.” Kyne shrugs, taking a mouthful of chips, and Priyanka knits her brows in a frown, silent for a moment too long. Kyne tenses.

Oh no. Priyanka, silent? Something is coming. Most likely, something Kyne won’t like to hear.

“No,” Priyanka finally says, quizzically. Kyne cocks a brow, setting the chips bowl back on the coffee table.

“No?” She repeats.

Priyanka gives her a look; not a fiery one, like she always has when she’s about to give her a heartfelt speech when she feels like she might need one. No. It’s hard to put a finger on the emotion she’s looking at her with, but it’s neither pity nor concern—it might just be easier to call it a Priyanka-esque look.

“No, this isn’t like you at all,” she says, folding her arms, an accusatory tone dripping from her tongue. Ah, shit. Not another pep-tak. “Fuck, if you were to tell me years ago that Kyne, the one bitch that stuck up to fucking Professor Brooke Lynn Hytes back in college, because she knew she had graded her papers wrong, would even think of giving up on a girl she likes, just because she might get in trouble with her parents I woud tell you to fuck right off, because that’s not my friend. Not at all.”

Kyne groans, rolls her eyes and grabs the nearest pillow to smash her head against. It annoys her that Priyanka is right, again. She hasn’t let her live down the fact she had to tell her she liked Kiara for her to realize, to begin with. And she’s convinced she’s never going to hear the end of it when--

--when there’s a pat on her head, and a heavy sigh.

She looks up and sees Priyanka, gazing at her with a more understanding gaze. She doesn’t look like she wants to strangle her—not for now, at least.

“You should tell her, y’know,” she says, with a tone that conveys she knows she’s right. Kyne knows she is, and she hates it. Priyanka might be stupid sometimes, but she’s stupidly cunning—for important things, anyway. And this, Kyne thinks, she’s deemed important.

So she just avoids her gaze, fidgeting with her hands. “But what if it’s not mutual? What do I do then? She’ll think I only accepted to be her fake girlfriend to use her.” She chews the inside of her cheek. It had been more than a recurring thought ever since she realized her feelings for Kiara, and more than once it had slipped through her mind. The idea that Kiara would just straight up stop talking to her if she thought she’d been used this whole time. That, or she would be fired on the spot.

(Bo’s words still run through her mind every so often, and it’s becoming rarer and far in between the times when she lets Kiara touch her in any way. Because if she does, Kyne’s not sure if she would be able to hold back.)

Priyanka groans, pulling and pinching the skin under her eyes. “God, I know you’re-- that we are lesbians, but god damn, not even I am this useless, and I’ve been pining for Kiara’s secretary for months now!”

“You’ve been pining for Lena?” Kyne echoes, but Priyanka dismisses it with a wave of her hand.

“Don’t change the topic, that’s my job, and I don’t wanna change it now. What I mean, is that Kiara definitely likes you, but you’re literally the last to know. Again.”

Kyne blinks, what Priyanka said not fully sinking in just yet. Then, she bushes furiously, much like the first time, and shoves Priyanka.

“No she doesn’t.”

“Oh my God, I will actually murder you one of these days.” Priyanka pinches the bridge of her nose, and then looks at her with a tired expression. “Yes, she fucking does. You literally spend all your time with her, and you haven’t picked up on the way she looks at you? I swear it’s the most stupid, lovey-dovey look I’ve ever seen, I’m disgusted just thinking about it,” she says, making faces and pulling her tongue out, and it really doesn’t help the blush that takes power in Kyne’s cheeks.

Dear Jesus, not another thing Priyanka had been able to pick up on her relationship with Kiara before her. She should get her a date with Lena, maybe that way she’ll stay out of her business.

But right now, there’s really no escaping Priyanka, since this is her own apartment, and she can’t kick her out at 1 a.m., so she sits through the scolding with an annoyed glare that Priyanka can’t care less about.

“Pri, stop, I get it; I’m dumb, blind, whatever. I know,” Kyne finally says, stopping Priyanka’s pointless rant about Kyne being the biggest useless lesbian she knows. She sighs heavily, knowing Priyanka won’t like what she’s about to hear. “And as much as I’d like to believe you, I don’t wanna risk my job, just because you’re delusional again.”

Priyanka yelps, slightly offended, and squints at her. “You know she can’t fire you just because, right?” She asks slowly, and Kyne scoffs. Of course she knows. But if she fired girls she slept with and no one batted an eye, then what are the odds she’ll be any different?

She tells Priyanka what Bo told her in big details, and she looks at her in disbelief.

“Fuck all the way off, that’s not true.”

Kyne cocks a brow, “How do you know?”

“Because Bo hates Kiara’s guts since her father fired one of her friends, but, like, they were on their right to fire her. She was purposely sabotaging projects, I think it was because her sister had married some dude owner of a rival company; the details are kinda blurry.” Priyanka folds her arms, an accusatory glance twinkles in her eyes, though it’s not directed at her, not really. “Didn’t you know? It’s all she talks about since you became closer with Kiara.”

Kyne blinks repeatedly, not really believing what she’s just heard. Priyanka’s stare is burning a hole through her, expecting an answer, but Kyne swears there’s white noise engulfing her, numbing her; the only thing she feels are her nails digging in her palms.

Bo lied to her? How could she? Even if she didn’t like Kiara, she had no right to lie to her; especially knowing full well she’d believe her. They were friends, after all.

Well, maybe tomorrow they won’t be.

“Why— why would she lie to me? I don’t get it.”

She knows Bo is as fiercely protective as she’s petty, holding grudges until she forgets why she was mad in the first place. But this? This is a low blow.

Priyanka shrugs, not really sure either. “I don’t know, girl, but she must have a good explanation. This doesn’t sound like her at all,” she offers, and Kyne desperately hopes she’s right.

She would never be able to forgive Bo for making her replace all the eagerness and comfort she felt around Kiara with panic and heightened fear of losing her job, every time their hands brushed and Kiara’s tentative fingers tried to reach for her.

Well, maybe she would, but it would take many apologies and a drink or three. Or maybe a whole bottle.

***

Monday morning comes around, and Kyne tries to not break the foam cup with Kiara's coffee with her tight grip, anxiety pooling in her stomach at the sole thought of what she's about to do.

Priyanka spent the entire night trying to convince her to just tell Kiara about her feelings, to woman up and rip the bandaid at once without much thinking. Kyne had finally relented only when they were about to fall fast asleep, and the alcohol was making the room spin ever so slightly, as she decided she didn't have anything to lose by telling Kiara of her feelings.

If she ended up losing her job, Priyanka had said she could hook her up with one of her cousins, a well-respected lawyer, so they could sue the Schatzis for all they had. Of course she wished they didn't have to go to that extreme, and even dared to dream of a movie-like moment.

Of course, dreams are a thing completely different in reality, she reminds herself of that when she lets herself in Kiara's office, briefly greeting Lena and sliding past her, who doesn't even give her much of a glance.

(At some point Lena stopped caring about her, even developed a sixth sense to know whenever she was around to not waste her time in telling her to wait a second so she could tell Kiara she was coming.)

Kiara is already scribbling something on a notepad, holding her phone to her ear with her other hand, and Kyne knows that by the scowl plastered on her face she should wait a second before saying anything.

But then she glances up, her expression easing up in a second as a smile blooms on her face, signaling her to sit down, doing silly faces when she points at the phone, and she wants to laugh stupidly loud because anything Kiara does she finds endearing, but they'll have time for that later.

“They were out of chocolate chips, so I brought you a blueberry muffin,” Kyne says once she hangs up, omitting the part of her knowing blueberry is her second favorite flavor, because she mentioned months ago and she never forgot. She can say that later, so she just passes her the paper bag with the muffin and her cup of coffee.

Kiara smiles at her, saying a polite thank you as she gives the muffin a bite, leaning back on her chair, looking already tired of work when it's barely starting.

There's silence for a moment too long, where they just eat and sip, but nothing lasts forever, so Kiara is the one to break it.

“I think you'll remember I wanted to talk about something,” she begins, and Kyne nods, prompting her to go on. She's too confident in what she's about to say, thinks they're on the same page.

Nothing prepares her for when Kiara leans forward, the smile all but gone and replaced with a neutral expression, and Kyne just knows something is bad. That this won't end like she wants.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” she continues, fidgeting with her rings, avoiding her gaze. When she locks eyes with her, there isn't any hint of the warmth and kindness is used to see in them. They're hollow, void of any emotion. Her throat closes up in anticipation. “And I think you're right, we should end this pretend relationship before it goes too far.”

Kyne blinks, once then twice, until she's awkwardly staring at Kiara, digging her nails in her palms.

Fuck, she thinks. And for a long second her mind is just a loop of the word fuck. This isn't even Kiara's doing, it's hers, her own words and actions came back to bite her in the ass, and there's no way she can blame Kiara for wanting to call it quits after she snapped at her.

Her plans are gone to waste, there's no way she can bring up the way she feels about her after this. It just wouldn't be right. So she does the next thing she knows best; she deflects.

“Well, I mean, do you think it's been enough time for people to not get suspicious?” She manages to stutter out, trying for the love of her dignity to not let the quiver in her voice give away the tears that are to come at some point.

Her nails dig in her palms further, probably drawing blood, when Kiara just shrugs. Like she doesn't care. And it stings like a bitch.

“Does it matter? For all I know, we've done more than enough. I think it's a good time to stop before-- it's just the time.” Kiara clears her throat, and Kyne wants to ask before what, before she falls even more in love with her, if that's even possible?

So she inhales sharply, taking a long sip from her coffee, finishing it all in one motion, and tries to not let it show in her expression how much it actually affects her.

“For all I know, I really liked being your fake-girlfriend,” she confesses, and it's not really a lie, but it isn't the entire truth. Kyne did like every second of it, even if at the beginning her mind was clouded with anxiety and fears, she liked having lunch with her and spending time together outside work hours, liked when she laughed so hard she ran out of air, and her nose scrunched up and she made a weird sound that she said she was ashamed of. She liked when she'd absent-mindlessly run her hands through her hair when they were watching a movie together, and it would send shivers down her spine.

(And Kiara, she just likes all about Kiara. She likes Kiara.)

It’s just that, for a fleeting moment, she hoped they could be real, that even if Priyanka was wrong and Kiara didn’t like her back, she could grow to like her.

Maybe she could’ve loved her if she had been given the chance. Maybe she could’ve loved her either way, if she had been given more time. Maybe she could’ve loved her.

(She could’ve.)

“You can keep my cupcake, I'm not hungry,” Kyne says, giving her a smile, one that doesn’t reach her eyes, one that probably looks forced and not at all real, but she can’t be bothered right now. Not when she feels her heart ache and a lump in her throat prevents her from speaking.

Kiara just blinks, about to say something else when Kyne leaves without saying anything; she knows the second she opens her mouth, a choked sob would come out.

In exchange, Kiara doesn’t say anything to her for the rest of the day, and the day becomes the week, and it stings deeply in Kyne’s chest. She was so close to saying it, to stop letting the words linger in the air and manifest them.

But it’s over now. So suddenly and abruptly, and it's all her fault.

Kyne supposses it’s her own fault for not being honest sooner, for letting the lies numb her good judgement. She knew Kiara, it was impossible that she was capable of any of the things Bo said she did were true, and yet—

She shakes her head, trying to concentrate on her job.

Kiara not talking to her isn't the end of the world she thinks it is, even if it feels like it. She'll eventually get over it, find someone new and forget she ever felt something for her.

But God, it's easier said than done, when she sees her every day around the company, and for once she knows where the rumours of her being cold hearted come from; she doesn't see her crack a smile once. Not even the tiniest smirk, and if Kyne didn't know better she'd say the two women she's always hanging out with look at her when she passes by with an annoyed glance.

Kyne wants the earth to open and swallow her whole.

By the second week of silence, she catches Kiara's glance on her way to a meeting by pure chance; she's looking at Bo, who's telling her about this guy from Tinder she's been seeing, just when Kiara is coming out from another office. Their eyes meet for a fleeting moment, and it digs a deeper hole in her chest when she finds they're still void of any emotion.

Fuck, she misses her so much. Kyne swears she could cry right there and then if she didn't have to speak at a stupid budget meeting for a new project.

“So is it true?” Bo says enigmatically, and Kyne cocks a brow.

“What?”

“That you and Miss Bitch Heiress broke up.” She stops in her tracks, shit, news fly fast, don't they? Bo gives her a pitiful smile and a pat on the shoulder, but Kyne swats her hand away.

“Don't act like you didn't want this to happen,” she snarls, resuming her walk. She hasn't brought up that she knows she lied to her, because that implies reminding herself how much she royally fucked up, so she's been avoiding it. Kyne sure has a talent for avoiding her problems until they blow up in her face.

“Well, I sure as hell didn't want you getting hurt because of her,” Bo tries to defend herself, but Kyne just rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, sure,” she merely replies, not looking at her, hurrying her steps, feeling a lump growing in her throat by the second.

It bottles up, like it always does, even though she promised Priyanka she'd try to let it out. The thing is, as much as Kyne knows she can trust Priyanka, it's not like she isn't constantly worried of being a burden with her feelings ever since Kiara called their pretend relationship quits, so she tries to limit the amount of things she tells Priyanka.

She doesn't tell her she barely sleeps, that she can't see cupcakes without feeling nauseous, that she picks up her pace when she walks by the restaurant she took Kiara to for the first time - that she's even contemplated burning the damn dress she bought her. That it pains her to look at it every time she opens her closet and sees it hanging there, among her other clothes, because it sticks as a sore thumb out and it reminds her of how happy she was that night with her.

It all bottles up, and admittedly, she should've known better than to drink her feelings away.

It's Friday night, and they're at a new bar that opened around Scarlett's place. She's actually put effort in her appearance, curling her hair and picking one of her prettiest dresses, done her best eyeshadow in ages—and yet, no amount of tequila shots can fill up the void she feels in her chest.

She ends up crying and admitting how she really feels when she accompanies Priyanka outside for a quick smoke that turns into a full therapy session. Or well, something akin to it.

“I miss her,” Kyne cries out, Priyanka wipes the tears away before the rimmel ruins her whole face.

“I know,” she replies simply.

“Shit, should I call her now and tell her everything?” Priyanka groans, visibly cringing.

“Baby, gimme your phone, you’re not calling anyone at three a.m. unless it’s an Uber,” she says, reaching to grab Kyne’s phone, and for a drunk person she’s far too quick to move her hand away.

“But--”

“Listen, bitch, you know I love talking and giving pep talks,” Priyanka cuts her off, “But, I am sure you would forget it by the morning, so we’re not having this conversation right now.”

Kyne rolls her eyes, folding her arms; why Priyanka has to be right even when both are one shot away from being drunk out of their minds? It’s not fair.

“So, now that’s sorted out,” she says, stomping on her cigarette, “We’re going home bitch, I can’t have you following me around the bar looking like a raccoon,” Priyanka speaks matter-of-factly, and Kyne gasps offended, swatting her arm. But she ends up giving in when she unlocks her phone and sees what her tears have done to her rimmel.

They go back inside to find the others to tell them that they’re leaving, and Kyne doesn’t have time to think of an excuse to give Scarlett as to why her eyes look puffy when Priyanka tells them what happened. Scarlett immediately coos and wraps her in a clumsy hug, saying how sorry she is, that she looked so happy with Kiara, she never would’ve imagined it would end so soon.

“Bobo, shut the fuck up before I cry again,” she warns, half-jokingly, half-serious. Scarlett lets her go, but a decided look settles on their face.

“Fuck no bitch, you need us now; we’re all goin’ back to my place, and we’re not lettin’ you go to sleep until you crack a smile-- and stop lookin’ like a damn raccoon.”

“I don’t look like a raccoon!” Kyne yelps, offended.

“Yes, you do,” Bo pipes up, and Kyne grumbles while her friends laugh at her expense.

So, they make their way back to Scarlett’s apartment, arms linked as they talk about anything that comes up to their minds to distract Kyne. And it works, she laughs until her stomach hurts, and tears pool at the corner of her eyes, except they’re not sad tears this time, and she feels so grateful for her friends as she kicks off her shoes, and Scarlett drags Priyanka to help them re-arrange things in her room to fit everyone.

She’s left alone with Bo, who’s been rather silent towards her these past days. Kyne knows why, but she isn’t sure right now it’s the time to bring it up.

Of course, nothing ever goes like she wants it to, so Bo clears her throat before speaking.

“Kyne, listen, I have something to tell you--”

“I know,” Kyne cuts her off, not wanting to deal with this right now. “Priyanka, she told me you hate Kiara. She told me why, she told me everything.” She meets Bo’s gaze, and it hurts her only a little when she sees the regret in her expression. Her petty side is stronger when she’s drunk.

Bo inhales sharply before speaking, “Yeah, I know. Priyanka scolded me about it when you refused to go out for lunch with us for the third time in a row,” she admits, toying with the hem of her shirt. “Listen, I didn’t mean for this to happen, I was trying to look out for you so you wouldn’t get hurt, but--”

“But it happened either way,” Kyne finishes, sinking further into Scarlett’s couch. Bo sighs, sitting next to her.

“And I’m sorry about it, you really did look happy,” she muses quietly, giving her a pat on the shoulder. Kyne can’t be bothered to swat her away again. “I guess I never really forgot her for breaking my friend Abril’s heart.”

Kyne frowns, curious; Kiara never spoke of any Abril. “Is that your friend that sabotaged projects and shit?” She wonders, turning to look at her. Bo sighs heavily.

“Yup, the one and only. She was Kiara’s friend from college, and she was the one that got her the job. I think they were dating at that point, I don’t remember well,” Bo recalls, trying to make sense of the blurry memories. In the end, she dismisses it with a wave of her hand. “Whatever. Now that I’m being honest, I wasn’t even sure the rumors about her sleeping around were true, I just believed them out of spite.”

She blinks repeatedly, not really believing what she’s hearing.

“So you feel bad for the girl that used Kiara and betrayed her trust, instead of feeling bad for the girl that got her reputation ruined before she actually started working at the company?” Kyne says slowly, and Bo cringes at herself.

“When you put it like that it makes me sound like an asshole,” she complains, and Kyne almost snaps her optic nerve with the way she rolled her eyes.

She’s over this discussion already, and she’s not really sure what did she gain out of it; closure, maybe? Whatever it is, she decides she’ll think this new information through when she’s more sober—and her face doesn’t itch with the ruined foundation. So she just stands up and asks Bo if she’s going to take her make-up off, and Bo follows her to the bathroom without saying anything.

Later on, when Priyanka and Scarlett are done scattering blankets and pillows on the ground, she’s able to sleep peacefully for what feels like the first time in years. Maybe she should keep this in mind for the next time a rich girl breaks her heart; there isn’t a better way to sleep than using Scarlett as a pillow, while Priyanka is sprawled over her and, ironically enough, butting heads with Bo.

***

Another Monday comes around, and Priyanka has decided to put the non-sense to an end. She solemnly walks up to Rita Baga’s office, saying to Tynomi that she has important business stuff to discuss with her. Yes, like that.

Tynomi side-eyes her, but ends up letting her in, anyway. It’s still early and she knows for a fact Rita doesn’t have anything important until ten a.m., so she sends Priyanka in.

Rita looks as imponent as she always does, and the way she quirks her eyebrow at Priyanka absolutely does not intimidate her.

Fine, maybe a little.

“How can I help you, miss…?” She squints, and only then Priyanka remembers she’s never properly talked with her.

“My name’s Priyanka, and you can help me by listening to me and then talking some sense into your friend,” she says, and Rita cocks her head, furrowing her brow. Okay, maybe she should be more specific. “I’m Kyne’s best friend, and if my instinct is right, Kiara is as sad for their break up as her. Which is why I need your help; you see, my idiot is convinced your idiot hates her, but I know better than that, so if you’d help me to push them to talk things out, I will be eternally grateful.”

Should she be calling Kiara an idiot in front of her friend and fellow CEO? Probably not, but anyway, what’s done is done.

Rita goes from confused to surprised, to confused again. She clears her throat before speaking, “I’m sorry, I thought Kyne was the one that wanted to end things…?”

“Oh, it’s a bit of a complicated situation, but I assure you, she absolutely regrets snapping at Kiara.”

They stare at each other for a long second, before Rita finally reaches for her phone and calls up her secretary.

“Tynomi, would you mind coming in for a minute? We have a bit of a problem.”

#my fanfiction #rpdr fanfiction #kyara #online kyne #kyne #kiara schatzi #priyanka love #scarlett bobo #boa #rita baga #tynomi banks #fake dating au #some things are bound to be fic

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i literally don’t understand jjpope shippers omg like in that post how can you say she showed no interest in jj but jj showed interest in pope?? we watching the same show? oh yeahhh yall jjpope shippers just choose which scenes are real and actually happened my badd. anyways yall have a good day😌

hahaha i’m with you, anon. while i don’t ship it, i can understand where they’re coming from. their scenes come off extremely platonic to me but, again, that’s just my interpretation of their interactions. i think people who say that they don’t see any interest shown by jj for kie are willfully ignoring canon (”i guess we all sort of have a thing for her”, “you’re the one who’s always hitting on her”, “she’s a super hot rich hippie chick slumming it with us...i know that doors locked because i’ve tired it”, “i liked it...a lot”)

and lemme just use this as a time to rant, my issue with those shippers is not so much what they ship, it’s when they can’t just say they don’t vibe with jiara and stay in their own lane (i.e. coming into MY ask box). they for some reason feel the need to pull all these made up reasons out of their ass for...i guess why you’re not allowed to ship jiara??? (re: all of the “they’re like siblings” or you’re h*mophobic if you ship jiara or kiara is a lesbian or you’re just using kie as a self insert blah blah blah....the list goes on and on).

we can run in circles all day and throw out wild accusations about why someone does or does not ship something but you’re not going to change anyone’s mind. SOMETIMES YOU JUST DON’T VIBE WITH A SHIP AND THAT’S OKAY. THAT’S A VALID ENOUGH REASON TO NOT SHIP SOMETHING. and if it really grates on you that much then just ignore the tag or filter it out of your dash. it’s really not that difficult :)

anyways rant over, and i agree with you anon

#ask #anon #rant #obx #jiara

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If loving you is a sin, then I’ll be damned

Lilian Moros. Kiara Scuro. Cameron Myers. Allison Myers. Isabelle Myers. Dysfunctional family dynamics and homophobia at a bridal shower.

“Are we inviting Allison and Cameron?” Kiara asked as she looked up from her scribblings to gaze at Lilian.

The woman stared at her wine glass, swirling the liquid inside. “If I say no, how long are you going to rant about the importance of family?”

“Forever,” the blonde informed her, climbing over the sofa so she rest her hand on Lilian’s knee. “People change, LiLi - and your siblings have already shown that they want to know you. Maybe your parents have too.”

“Or maybe they’re still homophobic religious conservatives who think I’m going to hell for even looking at a woman lustfully, let alone defiling the sanctity of marriage with my whore,” LiLi supplied nonchalantly, meeting Kiara’s gaze. “Not every family is as open as yours, Kiara, and neither I or my parents want what you’ve got.”

“Just...think about it, please,” the shadow walker pleaded. “I don’t want this wedding to get overrun by my family and the numerous relatives that I had no idea even existed until my mother handed me a list.”

“If you’ve got Markus on the list, he’s the only one I need,” the telepath said, taking a long sip of her pinot noir.

“As if I had to invite him - Markus found out we were engaged and made himself your Man-of-Honor. I’m fairly certain that he’s already booked the stripper for your bachelorette party,” Kiara chortled. “And the only reason I’m not jealous is because I know Markus and he definitely chose somebody who matched his preference.”

“My only preference is blonde, so it’s not exactly hard to meet,” LiLi replied. Her fiance leaned against her, giving her a peck on the cheek.

“I’m glad I check off the important things,” the blonde murmured. “We’re not going to end up inviting half the people my mother wants. I’m getting what I want. But I want you to be happy.”

“Having my parents there will only make me miserable,” the telepath assured her.

“Then what about just Allison and Cameron? They’d be thrilled to see you again and even if you just invited them to the bridal shower, so it wouldn’t be as blasphemous to your parents as a lesbian wedding.”

“No, it’d be a prelude to a gay wedding. It’d be the same reaction, either way,” LiLi retorted, taking another drink.

“We can counter almost every reason your parents would have against it except for the religious ones. I would be more than willing to pick them up and they could stay with us or my parents -” she watched as the telepath drank more. “Are you turning my arguments into a drinking game?”

“It’d be more effective if I had tequila,” the brunette drawled. “Though I am one glass away from taking off my shirt.”

“What if I promise to leave you alone for 24 hours? Will you at least consider it?” Kiara asked. “After that, I’ll go along with whatever you decide.”

“Define ‘leave alone.’”

“I won’t mention it. But I’m not barring thoughts because that’s unfair - I will try to keep it out of mind, though,” the blonde reasoned. She smiled suggestively, biting her lower lip. “If I found some way to distract myself…”

“It’s all about sex with you, isn’t it?” Lilian complained playfully as Kiara’s hand crept up her thigh.

“I think about other things,” the shadow walker defended, leaning forward so that her lips were against LiLi’s neck.

“Like your paintings. And me naked. And me covered in your paint,” the brunette raised an eyebrow. “And that was just in the last two minutes.”

Kiara bit playfully, leaving a mark on the tanned column of Lilian’s throat. “Anything to keep my mind occupied.”

~*~

“Lexie!” Cameron called, waving frantically as he wove his way through the crowd at JFK international airport. Allison was right behind him, peering excitedly through the crowd.

Lilian’s hand stilled as a judgmental thought punctured the hundreds, announcing her mother’s arrival.

“It’s good to see you two again,” the telepath said warmly, allowing them to envelop her in a hug. “You didn’t mention that mother was coming. And you definitely didn’t tell her what the party was for.”

Allison looked away guiltily “If I told her, there was no way she’d let us come. I tried to convince her to let Cam and I come by ourselves, but she was determined.”

“Hello mother,” Lilian greeted coldly, oddly pleased with the way Isabelle Myers cringed at being reminded of their relationship.

“It’s good to see you again, Alexa,” the woman replied, her polite tone forced. “You’ve changed quite a bit.”

“Not in one aspect,” the telepath’s words were bitter. “No need to lie.”

Cameron awkwardly grabbed their mother’s luggage, forcing a smile. “Come on, I can’t wait to see where you live!”

“We’re not going to my apartment,” Lilian told him. “Mrs. Scuro is hosting the shower, so we’ll be heading outside the city and you guys will have a few hours to rest before the party starts.”

Her younger siblings chattered excited as they moved, the telepath trying to tune out her mother’s cavillous thoughts.

Lilian smirked slightly when her mother moved past her Rolls Royce Wraith. Both Cameron and Allison gawked at the sleek, silver car while she popped the trunk.

“I call shotgun!” Cam declared, scrambling to load his suitcase and claim the front seat before his sister could protest.

“Mom needs to get in the back first, the front seats fold down,” Lilian informed him as she helped put the bags in the trunk. “Allison, you can sit behind me.”

“This is such a cool car, Lexie,” the middle child gushed, climbing in.

“It’s like something James Bond would drive,” her brother said in awe as he helped their mother into the car, peeking at the dashboard.

“It’s a bit showy, isn’t it?” Isabelle commented critically. “It’s almost begging to get stolen.”

“Well, mother, I paid a lot of money for this car,” Lilian drawled, meeting her mother’s eyes in the rear view mirror. “Enough that if it does get stolen, the company will bend over backward to make up for its failure to sufficiently install anti-theft measures.”

“Woooow.” Cameron ran his hands over the leather armrest. “I could live in this car.”

“I wouldn’t recommend it,” the telepath said as she backed out. “It’s not as bad as some of the ones I’ve slept in, but it’s not as spacious as a four-door and doesn’t have nearly enough trunk space to hold a lot of necessities.”

Her family didn’t know how to respond to the casual reminder that Lilian had left home.

“How was Europe, Allison?” Lilian asked.

“Oh my god, it was amazing, Lexie. It’s so … cosmopolitan there. I met so many interesting people,” the 19-year-old chattered. “There was this a group of people who were trying to backpack down to Bangladesh and busking along the way. One of the guys even managed to make banjo music sound good.”

“Then he must be brilliant, because every time I hear a banjo, I cringe,” Cameron joked.

“I just can’t believe that you gave her money to go traipsing around foreign countries for a year instead of encouraging her to pursue an education,” Isabelle criticized, looking out the window at the freeway.

“Well, it’s not like I let her run off to Vegas on her own the second she turned 18,” Lilian retorted, turning off onto the exit toward the Scuro estate.

“We didn’t let you run off - you just disappeared the moment our backs were turned,” her mother defended sharply.

“And you made such an impressive effort to find me,” the telepath drawled.

As the buzzing thoughts of the city faded, the telepath began to thank god that Tabitha had opted to host it at the family estate - The Scuros had a wine cellar that dwarfed her collection. And she’d have no problem finding the stronger spirits.

The tension and awkwardness was palpable in the car as her younger siblings struggled to understand stark contrast between how Alexa’s usual behavior around them and the animosity that radiated between her and their mother. It made them think of the first time they’d ventured to New York to find her, and the hostile welcome they’d received then.

“We’ve met Kiara before, haven’t we?” Cam asked, turning to look at her.

“Allison met her again this summer, on her way back from Europe, but yeah, you met her three years ago - she’s the one who was covered from head to toe,” Lilian supplied.

“At least somebody has a little modesty,” Isabelle commented.

Lilian’s lips twitched in amusement, ignoring the dig as she turned into the long driveway to the Scuros homestead. She could hear her family’s subtle gasps as the house came into view.

Kiara had evidently been watching for them, because she emerged from the home the second LiLi put the car in park.

The brunette halted her before Kiara could greet her. “My mother decided to tag along,” the telepath warned as Allison and Cameron climbed out.

“Fuck,” the blonde muttered, watching Mrs. Myers straighten. “Babe, I swear I had no idea.”

“I know,” LiLi assured her. “But you might want to let Tabitha know. At least one of us should be forewarned.”

“Aw, see, you do care about my family,” Kiara teased lightly. She bent her head slightly to kiss her fiance’s cheek. “There’s a bottle of patron in our room. I was planning on suggesting body shots later, but this outweighs my need for sexy time.”

“That’s probably the best wedding gift you can give me,” the telepath replied. She inhaled, preparing herself for the onslaught of judgement. “Mother, this is Kiara Scuro - my fiance.”

Isabelle Myers stared at her in shock.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Myers,” Kiara said, offering out her hand with a strained smile.

“You … whore,” the woman hissed, glaring at her oldest daughter. “You invited me and your siblings to witness your blasphemy?”

“Well, that’s laying it on a little thick,” the blonde retorted, her arm snaking around Lilian’s waist. The empath could feel her rage rising.

“No, I invited Cameron and Allison because the woman I’m spending my life with wants to know my family - the only ones that I care about are them.” The brunette said calmly. “You invited yourself because you’re trying to save your precious little children from their ‘heathen sister.’”

“I came because I was concerned about their safety,” Isabelle replied. “Because I’m a good mother.”

“And how often do you need to tell yourself that so you can believe it’s true?” Lilian snapped. “I bet it was so easy when I left. You could pretend that you had the perfect life because your biggest mistake wasn’t there to remind you of your sins.”

“How dare you insinuate that I -”

“Stop it!” Cameron demanded, glaring at his mother. “Mom, you invited yourself along - Don’t blame Lexie for doing something Allison and I have been trying to get her to do for years.”

“This is a sin,” Isabelle hissed.

“Oh, and treating your daughter so badly that she wants to leave the second she’s able is just ‘Christian kindness?’” Kiara snarled. “For fucks sake, I used to think LiLi was being her usual secretive self when she never wanted to talk about her parents. But meeting you, I honestly can’t blame her.”

The matriarch glared at the blonde, who possessively pulled Lilian close. “Cameron, Allison, we’re leaving.”

Allison brushed the hair away from her face, looking uncomfortable as she shifted from one foot to another.

“No,” Cameron crossed his arms. “I’m staying and I’m helping my sister celebrate her happiness.”

Isabelle pursed her lips, obviously displeased at the notion.

“Nobody is forcing you to stay,” Lilian informed her coldly. “I for one would be thrilled if you left, but that would put Allison and Cameron in a difficult position. So I’m giving you two options. You can leave and I will pay for a hotel in the city - to help repay you for all those expensive bills that my ‘illness’ caused. Or, if you prefer not to accept my ‘filthy’ money, I can have a driver take you to a hotel and you can reschedule your flight and get as far away from me as you possibly can.”

“I trust you can recommend a decent hotel?” Isabelle questioned, refusing to meet Lilian’s gaze.

“Of course we can, Mrs. Myers. It’s the least we can do for all your troubles.” The telepath’s smile was sharp and unapologetic.

“Mom, I’m - I’m going to stay here and make sure Cameron behaves,” Allison said hesitantly. “Just text me where we’re staying and I’ll be back before midnight.”

“Fine,” Isabelle bit out, pulling her luggage out of the trunk of Lilian’s car.

“Why don’t you guys come and meet my family? We’ve got some food and snacks, since we weren’t sure when you’d last eaten.” Kiara suggested, gesturing toward the house. She grasped her fiance’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“If you think I don’t intend to get plastered by the time this night is over, then you don’t know me,” Lilian hissed.

“I am buying you a second bottle of patron, just for dealing with her during the car ride,” the blonde promised vehemently.

#Kiara Scuro #Lilian Moros #Cameron Myers #Allison Myers #NaNo Drabble #homophobia

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Rosie Watson’s Diary - Tue.12/02/2030 (part 1)

Actually, yesterday, we got caught. Yifan, Kiara and I, in the toilets. That was a shame. A tremendous humiliation !!! ANOYING ANOYING ANOYING !

"Ms. Rosamund Watson was found hiding inside the WC with two of here classmates instead of attending her class."

I tried to bargain, Yifan even tried her magical “sweet-bunny look” and almost cried, “please, don’t put the word WC on it”… but there was nothing to do… The clerk just went on, heartless. Damn grownups !!!

GOD ! And my parents... well actually my official parent has to sigh this.

Gggggggggh, I'm done. Farewell human dignity. How could one be so cruel ???

Anyway. This is not that bad compared to :

- my fucked Chinese vocabulary test I will also have to hand back signed next week and (Lol, I got D-. The teacher said she avoided the E because I was able to write my name flawless... sooo kind, I LOVE to be pitied at…) well,

- to Daddy not having been home since Saturday evening, and

- to me, sleeping at Molly's and only getting news through Irene Adler and Harry regarding my parents.

Actually, on Sunday, after Irene Adler had decided... wait, I found that word... I looked it up in Molly's old Harap's book (God, she actually IS old...) ow yes : unilaterally.

So, once Irene Adler had decided unilaterally (meaning : without taking my opinion into account) to end our conversation, I slowly went down. I didn't know what to expect. And I found a totally hazed Sherlock wearing his dark red dressing gown over the very cloths he was wearing on Saturday's evening, pacing wild around in the kitchen while smoking. YES. He was smoking. He saw me and froze. This was bad. But even worse, his loose gaze, not being able to focus. I shyly tried to pretend everything was fine :

"Morning !"

But it wasn't fine. He did not answer. He just started to pace again. Ooookay. So... this was Sherlock without Daddy for one night. I didn't want to picture a Sherlock without Daddy for one day. Imagine two days ??? God he had to come back, roof jump or no roof jump, this was ridiculous ! I wanted my life back. Still want. And my parents. Both of them.

"Watson... what about spending the Sunday with Molly ?"

He was not even looking at me. This was not a question. As I already said, I am an almost grownup, I know when it is useless and when it is useful to argue. So I went up, called Molly and half an hour later, she was picking me up. As I went down, Mrs H. poked out her door, silently asking what all this was about. I just shrugged. I didn't know. Something about a roof and about my mother. She rolled her eyes and made an annoyed noise. She nevertheless wished me a happy Sunday and went up. I love her. Molly was silent. Stella was at her place. We had a cosy breakfast and talked about Paris. Stella had looked up : it really might work.

Around noon, I got a text from Harry : "Rosie, my love, this is Daddy. I am at Harry's. I forgot my phone at home. I needed a bit space. I will be home tomorrow evening, do not worry."

"I am at Molly’s.”

“Good.”

“Dad, Sherlock is smoking."

"Rosie... I know."

As Molly and Stella settled in to watch some dull romance on Netflix, I turned back to Irene Adler. I was not done with her. Not the slightest.

15:34 - Are you a lesbian ?

15:43- Oh. Junior is back. Would have been surprised if not. So we are discussing sexual orientation now ?

15:43 - Are you a lesbian ?

15:44 - Define lesbian.

15:44 - A woman falling for women ?

15:45 - Fine then... define woman.

15:44 - A person with a vagina ?

15:53 - Please, Junior, I have no time for that. Educate yourself : go down to the Landlady and ask her for "Gender Troubles" by Judith Butler, and “The Second Sex” by Simone de Beauvoir. Learn how one is not born, but rather becomes a woman and start distinguishing the terms "sex" and "gender". That will do for a start. And then, we might actually be able to have somewhat of a proper conversation.

15:53 - I can't go down, I am not home, Sherlock sent me away.

15:53 - You won't make me cry, Darling.

15:54 - Maybe you should talk to him... he was smoking in the kitchen, this morning.

15:58 - Mmmh... Did your parents have a domestic ? All couples do, no matter to worry there. Let the big brainy boy smoke. This has always turned his Doctor on, they will have great dinner after that. Angry smoky sex is the best one.

16:00 - How is sex related to diner ?

16:02 - Well it is. Ask your parents, might be fun.

16:05 - Is all this somehow related to army boots ?

16:05 - Well this is getting really funny. Army boots ? Who told you about that ?

16:06 - What's a kink ?

16:06 - Junior, where is this conversation supposed to lead to ? Is this sex ed ? Can't you google yourself around and gain this knowledge by yourself ?

16:07 - Well... I have no personal computer, only my phone. And Daddy can see every single webpage or google request I made on the monthly bill. I can't... do research on that. He would now.

16:08 - Well if you get caught while searching "army boots kink" on the internet, I promise you, you will have some fun. Add “smoky eyes make-up kink” and your grace will be complete.

16:10 – Whatever. Are you a lesbian ?

16:11 – Well… I’m married to a woman. Does that make me a lesbian ?

16:11 – Is the Hooper girl a lesbian ?

16:12 – She is not married.

16:12 – Well, that is actually interesting. So to be a lesbian, one has to be married ? You consider this to be a social construct, then ? Maybe you are more educated than I thought.

16:13 – Er…

16:15 – Okay, got it. I overrated you. We actually won’t be able to have an interesting conversation. That saddens me. Kate being out, I was hoping for some distraction.

16:15 - Who is Kate ?

16:16 – My wife.

16:18 – If you are married to a woman and Sherlock is married to my Daddy (who is a man), that makes you a lesbian and Sherlock a gay man ?

16:19 – Well, basically, leaving out all the sophistication and subtlety of actual real world sexual orientation, yes, it’s a way to put this. Why you are insisting on the “being married part”, I don’t know.

16:20 – Well marriage is a commitment, no ? So… if you marry someone, you chose him/her and that should mean that you will stick to him/her and this will lead to… prevent your sexuality from… changing somehow ?

16:21 – Junior, you know that some people do actually marry for tax refund, don’t you ?

16:21 – Oh.

16:22 – Sorry to break your false “romantic” marriage idea. Well, no, I’m not sorry. Anyway, no, marriage never prevented anyone’s sexuality from… evolving. Even a “love marriage” based on true commitment. One’s sexuality, identity, tastes, etc. are fluid matter. It may always evolve.

16:23 – But do you like guys ?

16:24 – Well… I happen to have liked some guys. But generally speaking, my comfort zone definitively evolves around women.

16:24 – How long have you been with Kate ?

16:25 - I fail to understand how this is any of your concern ?

16:25 – Were you already settled with her, in love with her, when you met my parents ? When was that ? Is she The One ? Was she already at that time ?

16:26 – Junior, why restrain to one single person ? You may love several... even at the same time.

16:24 - Wait, really ?

16:25 – Yes. It’s not always possible to “chose” between to (or more !) people. Love is always valid. Shared or not. Everything else is bullshit.

16:26 – So… if someone does love… let’s say a girl and a boy at the same time, that is valid ?

16:27 – Yes Darling, it is. The love is valid. The situation may be complicated to handle, though. You may wanna read some books by Franklin Veaux or Dossie Easton about polyamory.

16:28 – Is Sherlock polyamorous ?

16:29 – Junior, I can’t follow your thoughts process. Why are we talking about Sherlock Holmes here ? You really think that dude may be able to handle more than one romantic relation at a time ? Are we talking about the same man ?

16:31 – Does Sherlock like women ?

16:32 – Junior…

16:32 – So ?

16:35 - I shouldn’t answer that… but regarding Sherlock… I am pretty confident in saying that he is the “level zero” reference for sexual orientation fluidity. I guess he wouldn’t even notice if he suddenly happened to feel something -physical- for a woman...

16:37 - So… no, he doesn’t like women.

16:39 – But… then... WHY is Daddy THAT jealous about you if you are a lesbian liking women and Sherlock is a gay man not liking women and he is not polyamorous and…

16:42 – Oh.

16:42 - Now I get it.

16:43 - So ?

16:54 – Darling. We never met, but you should now that I am what is commonly called an attractive woman. It’s actually part of my job. Your Sherlock Dad is (even if you might not perceive him that way) an utmost attractive man. John Watson is well aware of that. He has the eyes and the mind-set to feel both our respective attractiveness.

16:56 – We all three met at a time where your parents were not officially a couple. I know what people like, I saw it from the very start that those two really liked each other. Anyway, that wasn’t clear to them. I tried to help a bit in that matter. Worked well.

16:58 – John Watson is also an attractive man, but he fails to notice this about himself. He also fails to understand that not everyone is like him, being able to feel attracted, with no distinction, on a regular basis, to both, men and women, regardless of gender. He likes boobs and beards equally. So it might just appear normal to him that Sherlock Holmes might want to shag me, fall in love and buy me a cottage in Sussex. But he is wrong. Couldn’t be more wrong. Army boots don’t suit me AT ALL, that alone would make it impossible on the long run ;)

17:00 – Anyway… Sherlock Holmes being smart but not that smart, he fails to understand all this. Or he understands it in some way, but not completely. He used to use me to make your Daddy jealous without actually knowing why your Daddy would get jealous. Had his fun. But now, damage is done that cannot be undone. Your Dads are two idiots.

17:03 - And why is Sherlock jealous of my Mum ?

17:04 – Oh. Serious matter, here.

17:05 - Leave the past being the past, Junior. You’re the future. Enjoy it.

#rosie watson #johnlock #parentlock

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orenbeval-blog · 7 years

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Rosie Watson’s Diary - 04/02/2030 (part 2)

Gosh, Ms Hakimi ended up arriving 5 minutes before the bell rang. Just in time to give us LOTS of fucking homework. Christ from Hell, how is there any justice in this fucking world ? And even worse, I completely forgot about this silly Chinese vocabulary test we had to prepare for today… God, this was failure. GOD I’M PISSED OFF ! And now Yifan and Kiara have come up with that fucking plan about Sherlock’s phone… I…

Anyway. Sunday, (well, yesterday) during brunch :

Sherlock was still somewhat shaken about our small “no-conversation” and had some hard times behaving normal (whatever this is supposed to mean… I guess sitting on the couch with one’s arms folded around one’s knees while rocking wild, doesn’t fit into “normal almost 50 years old dude’s” behaviour). And I was in a playing mood. I mean… I am an almost grown up, it utterly displeases me when someone, anyone, especially Sherlock and his forever inappropriate half childish half puppy alike behaviour just… dismisses me on a growns up subject. So I was playfully devilish mooded. War is war. And Daddy was anyway sensing something had happened. I briefly looked at Sherlock, sitting straight as a Greek temple column in his chair and, smiling my most “girly-genuine-innocent” smile, I casually asked:

“Daddy, do you still own your army boots?”

Sherlock twitched and almost bit his tongue. Daddy noticed, of course, but he only slightly frowned and gently put his hand on Sherlock’s wrist.

“Well, yes, of course. Why?”

“Well, do you still use them?”

Sherlock was now so tensed, even Mrs H. noticed. I had trouble keeping my angel face on and not bursting into very unladylike laughter. Daddy noticed something was really wrong. So he went on carefully.

“What is this about? Of course I don’t use them anymore… I mean… why should I use them for?”

Sherlock blushed so hard and seemed so confused and so lost, I could not help myself and burst into fat laughter. Mrs H. was smiling somewhat enigmatically while poking through her eggs and Daddy seemed to think about, like, 100 ideas at a second. I had to laugh even brighter.

“Rosie, Sherlock… I don’t get the joke…”

“Oh come on John, even I got it!”

Mrs H. was positively having fun, I could tell. She smiled at me and was making an effort not to snigger like a little mouse. Daddy, on the other hand, really didn’t seem to get it. So Sherlock lost it and diving into his hands mumbled something about awful teenagers and sex.

“Oh Sherlock, my poor boy…”

Mrs H. seemed sympathetic. Daddy suddenly understood and his gaze locked mine : “What is going on here, Rosie?”

“Well, I had some very simple questions about sex and Sherlock somehow implied that beneath fingers, lips and consent, army boots were related to it.”

“I also said willingness and imagination, and I eventually added MAYBE army boots, Watson”

“Sherlock, army boots? And what about proper prevention and condoms? Good Lord, leave your bloody kink outside the conversation when you are talking about sex with a teenager! Especially our daughter!”

“I…”

“And Hell Rosie, well played, why don’t you come to me, with those questions? I am the doctor here, not the blushing maiden… what was this about?”

“I thought you were too old for this. That’s all. Didn’t think you were still…”

“What do you mean with too old? I am too old for sex but he’s not? I could not manage but Sherlock yes and... with who exactly should he manage if not with me, may I ask?”

Well... good point. I bit my underlip, thinking. Sherlock moaned in his hands. Mrs H. was desperate not to break into laughter and even Daddy couldn’t keep on his grumpy-angry face in a believable fashion: his lips were twitching a bit at Sherlock’s desperate attempts to disappear into the table. He patted his shoulder gently and then, benting over on the table, tried to meet his gaze and said in the tender voice he usually uses when Sherlock is socially freaking out: “It’s all right Sherlock, love. You will survive it.”

Mrs H. happily took a bit sausage in her mouth and added: “Rosie, Darling, I can insure you that your parents are still active on that matter. Including the army boots part. And I must say… I am happy with this state of facts.”

At that, Daddy froze next Sherlock and even I felt a bit awkward. But Mrs H. just smiled. He cought a bit, straightened slowly up, squeezing Sherlock’s shoulder.

“Well Mrs H. this is maybe too much information, even for me…”

“Well John, your bedroom is just over mine and walls are kind of thin. It’s an old house, here. So… I can’t not hear you. I mean… I don’t mind. Not at all. I think this is gracious and utterly welcome but I hear you, yes.”

She blinked at me while Sherlock was moaning again, even more desperate than before. Daddy had a sort of beaten smile and shrugged, gaze turned down. Daddy being shy? I LOVED this conversation. He squeezed Sherlock’s shoulder and murmured to himself: “It’s all right, I will survive it.”

Mrs H. put her fork and knive down: “I mean, back in my times, this was hardly a subject matter! For anyone! Sex was not discussed! It was taboo! Even worse, you two would even have risked to be arrested if a preying landlady had heard anything… Jesus, we had to fight so hard, all of us, but especially the women, to get some available prevention, to get some freedom, to get some respect, to get the right to actually enjoy sex as human beings, as women… Please, how long did it take so queer people’s sex was not an issue anymore but was just, say… normal… at least for most people. I know Rosie dear, you still get some remarks at times and others… and I am so sorry for that. I mean, John, please, I will never forget your firm statement about “of course we will need two bedrooms” when I first met you… and everything that went on from that. Jesus Christ, John, should I remind you that you actually were jealous of a gay woman ? A gay woman, a lesbian, John !”

She slamed her flat hands on the table and her fork flew on the ground. Daddy was still looking down. And suddenly, Sherlock’s somewhat bemused voice was to be heard : “Well… he still is…”

Daddy rolled his eyes and sighed, flushing a bit. Mrs H. went on.

“I am sooo happy to see where we stand now, what has all been achieved… Because, Rosie, Darling, I am an old woman. I have seen lots of changes. Good ones, bad ones. And sexual freedom and broken taboos belong, as long as I am concerned, to the good ones.”

And we spend all four talking about old times and old fights. Mrs H. had A LOT to tell. Daddy too, surprisingly. Sherlock and I were mostly silent and listening. It was a great Sunday brunch. But somewhere, in my mind, this Woman lady was calling from unknown ground. An unknown world in which my mother was a “killer wife” and in which Daddy was “beating the shit out of Sherlock”. This had to be clarified.

I totally forgot about sex.

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