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kpopscenario · 3 years

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A day on the beach

Pairing: Vernon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You finally managed to organize the much needed day trip to the beach with your boyfriend - and some other friends who would cause some mixed feelings in Vernon.

A/N: Mentions of jealousy

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I looked out of the window and finally saw the beach. The weather was just right- not too cold, not too hot. Just perfect not to freeze in only a bikini but also not to sweat like a pig under the sun. I was sitting on the passenger’s seat, next to my boyfriend Vernon, who always wore a content little smile on his face while concentrating on the road.

“If it takes us ten more minutes to arrive-”

“If you complain one more time, I’m gonna yeet you out of the car”, Chan groaned towards Soonyoung who was now pouting like the immature adult he was. Vernon just took a turn left and then already could drive onto the parking area.

“Look outside, we’re already here, relax”, the male next to me said in his calm voice.

Minutes later, we were ready to wander to the actual beach, with all our bags and umbrellas. It was actually hilarious how we kinda looked like we were going on a week trip with everything they insisted on taking with us. As we finally decided a spot that wasn’t in a crowded area, Chan took the towels out, I arranged the umbrellas, Vernon got himself something to drink and Soonyoung immediately got rid of his shirt. That man had been whining during the whole ride about how badly he missed the sea and being able to just lay down on the sand or play beach volleyball. It was cute how excited the pink-haired male was and it didn’t take him more than a minute to run into the waves, making us laugh. He clumsily tripped one meter inside the water- falling face first. Chan only shook his head, half ashamed for his friend, but then got undressed as well.

“Are we going in too?”

Within a minute, both Vernon and I were ready to join our clumsy clown and so we all went into the quite cold water. While Chan was very passionate about swimming (just like Vernon and Soonyoung), I was quite respectfully approaching them. Not because of the temperature, but because I was paranoid what might swim around my feet without me knowing. Luckily, they knew that and they didn’t splash me with water to rush me. Vernon was patiently waiting for me, like the gentleman and good boyfriend that he was, even asked if I wanted to hold his hand, which I then gladly took to get deeper. Meanwhile the other two were already dipping their heads underwater or splashed each other.

Although I wasn’t the biggest fan of being in the water, Vernon made sure to always be around if the other two were occupied with something else or too far away. A few minutes in, the three of them started playing with a soft ball while I preferred to watch them being all silly and excited. The sweet thing was Vernon keep checking how far I was away, or if I was comfortable - something I really appreciated him for. His supportive, caring and low-key soft personality made me feel safe in wherever we were and I loved him for that. After a while, I felt my body shivering and I bet my lips were turning purple.

“I-I think I'm gonna lay down a bit”, I explained before seeing my boyfriend approve with a nod. So I left the water and headed to our place, wanting to feel the soft towel underneath me. As soon as I was out of the ocean, I felt myself relieved, the ocean just wasn’t my thing. But lying on the towel with a book and something to drink was so much better. Therefore I did exactly that, casually watching the three friends playing or making challenges who could swim the fastest. It was clear that we all needed this day off. They hadn’t had a free fully day off in a long while, therefore it was a hell to organize this day trip. But here we were and I couldn’t have been happier.

I was on the verge of falling asleep with my open book covering my face, as someone was nudging my leg.

“Whaaat”, I whined and peeked up - only to see Chan with a grin on his face, all wet and his grey hair being stuck to his forehead.

“I was gonna get myself some ice cream, are you joining?”, before I answered, my eyes gazed towards my boyfriend. “They keep coming up with new challenges.”

Amused by them, I giggled and then got up and got my purse. The ice cream stand wasn’t too far away so I didn’t mind getting a shirt over the bikini, why should I?

“One chocolate and one strawberry please”, I ordered, already knowing that Chan would want nothing else but strawberry ice cream, it was always the same. “I still have no idea how you can actually enjoy strawberries.”

“Uh excuse me when that’s the best flavor?”, he scoffed and contently started eating (deliberately using mmmmmmmhs a million times, which made me nudge him). “Not at you coming for me when you’re ordering the most boring flavor. Chocolate- how creative.”

“Aye! I'm gonna give you a brown nose if you don’t stop disrespecting my amazing taste.”

Back on our towels, we sat next to each other and both enjoyed our ice cream. Eventually, my eyes met with Vernon’s and he waved back with a wide smile that made me giggle. Chan leaned back and supported his weight on his elbows.

“From afar, Vernon looks like a stick figure dancing in the water.”

That comment from Chan made me burst out into laughter.

“WHERE did that come from?”, still giggling, we now both observed my boyfriend who definitely looked more handsome than a fucking stick figure. But I kinda knew what Chan meant. Vernon wasn’t the one with the broadest shoulders, not that buff, event that didn’t mean he was exactly skinny. he was perfectly fit. I hit Chan’s chest nevertheless and whined. “Vernon DOESN’T look like that, mister. Just because he’s not as buff as Seungcheol? You’re not that buff either, lil boy.”

That caused Chan to sit straight.

“DON’T call me that, you dwarf. And I am buff! At least more buff than half a year ago, look!”, he then sucked in some air to appear in a more adequate position, flexing not only his broad upper body but also his arms, which indeed have gained muscle weight overtime.

“Well, okay maybe a tiny little bit. But look”, I started poking the faded outlines of abs. “still squishy here.”

Little did I know that Vernon’s expression dropped when he looked over - only to see me touching Chan’s body.

He just wanted to check what I was doing or if I got bored with him still being in the water. But apparently I had very good company.

When Vernon’s jealous, he doesn’t seem like it from the outside. He wouldn’t look too different than when he’d just woken up or when he’s bored. Just staring but being rather silent. However, he stopped playing with Soonyoung for quite a moment, his eyes fixed on me and how I giggled to things Chan were saying. What was that funny? He was very well aware that Chan had been my closest friend and that since a long time. But something in Vernon’s head told him that we were being more than just friendly right then.

“Everything okay?”, Soonyoung asked, impatient with his friend not passing the ball back but Vernon then shook the feeling off as well as possible to continue playing. He was very rarely jealous and even if he was, he mostly was mature enough to know what I was doing, or if I was doing it deliberately or accidentally. He didn’t like being jealous. You were in a strong relationship and he was proud to be my number one safe place, although Chan surely counted as one too. One side of him tried to shake it off and let me have fun with my friend, just like Vernon did with Soonyoung. But the curiosity and slightly anxious feeling of jealousy tingled in his fingertips and he kept sighing when looking over, still seeing us talking passionately, pushing each other or even laying down together.

‘What am I even jealous of’, he mumbled to himself over and over. Literally to the point where he just couldn’t keep looking over.

“Hey sorry, I need a break”, he mumbled and gave Soonyoung a pressed smile before leaving the water. He couldn’t take his eyes off us not even seeing him approaching until he was literally standing infront of my towel. Like that, he was blocking the sun for me, which made me whine.

“Step away, love”, I sat up.

With that, Vernon nodded and lied exactly next to me, on the same big towel which now didn’t leave any more space.

“Soonyoung called for you, Chan”, he said casually, rubbing his nose to not seem suspicious about lying. His friend surprisedly looked at him and then stood up.

“Alright then, see you later.”

Vernon waited until the distance was big enough to lie on his back and wrap an arm around my shoulder. This made me smile and roll towards him. He didn’t say anything for a while, not knowing if he should even mention being jealous. He literally felt unnecessarily dramatic with this feeling, especially cause it was rare for him.

“What was that?” “Huh?”

“You touching Chan, giggling and having fun.”

It took me a moment to know what he even meant, and why he was pointing it out in the first place.

“Is it bad that we were having fun?”, he sighed.

“Of course not, but...”

“Wait”, I interrupted him as I sat up and looked down at him. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous? Are you?”, now he definitely felt embarrassed about his feeling. Him hiding his face behind his hands proved the whole point, making me giggle. “Babbbyyyyyyy, no reason to get jealous of!”

“I know, I know. Ugh sorry, it’s stupid”, he groaned as he felt my weight now half on top of him as I made sure to cuddle him. Giving reassurance would be enough to calm himself down again. It always helped to kiss his shoulder and explaining the context.

“We .... uh.... he said that you looked like a stick figure in the water. So I defended you by calling him a lil boy and then, you know, he had to flex.”

That explanation already was enough to make Vernon start laughing, he could imagine the scene way too well. We were now just laying there, giggling and making fun of the situation. And like that, Vernon felt lighter.

“Thanks for not calling me a stick figure.” “I got you, baby! But it’s cute when you’re jealous.”

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jougogo · 4 years

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young & beautiful - iwaizumi hajime

a/n: hello. this broke me when i wrote it. literally, 3am and full on sobs. also, a large part of this fic was inspired by a book called hotel on the corner of bitter and sweet by jamie ford. it provides a lot of insightful views about japanese internment camps in the united states during wold war 2, so if you’re interested i would highly recommend reading it! this is a songfic to young and beautiful by lana del rey but i would recommend listening to summertime sadness as well, also by lana del rey. CLARIFICATION; this fic is set in the ww2 time period! and i like to think that iwa is a lil younger here, so maybe like 15-16? anyways ENJOY MWAH

warnings: mentions of war, racist ppl >:( and v angsty!!

wc: 2.1k

I've seen the world, done it all

Had my cake now

Diamonds, brilliant, in Bel-Air now

Hot summer nights, mid July

When you and I were forever wild

The crazy days, city lights

The way you'd play with me like a child

he knew that this would be the last time he sees you.

you.

the same one wearing those new blue jeans even though it’s mid-july and the air is sickeningly humid, sitting with bare feet dangling over the edge of the rooftop at 4am, with hair softly rustling from the occasional cool breeze that made the hot california summers more bearable.

"hey, i guess this is the last time we’ll meet on this rooftop, huh?" you said, looking out at the sleepy city.

"don't say that! you know it’s not true," he quickly chided you, but the break in his voice told you the opposite of what he was trying to convince you. what he tried to convince himself

hajime put his arm around your shoulders and sat down next to you

the two of you looked out peacefully at the quiet streets of san francisco from the top of your shared townhouse building.

it was almost like little stars, the way that spots of brightness from the city lights were scattered sporadically through the darkness.

"you know, if we get caught for being out this late at night, we would probably die. if the police catches us for not respecting the curfew, we would be in so much trouble. especially with the new relocation orders that the president signed, and the war hysteria, and not to mention the curfew that the government set-" he started, but was interrupted by your dreamy voice.

"i know. but i've seen the world. i've had my cake, you know ? i'm content if this is the way it ends, even if it's not me wearing diamonds and having a mansion in bel air, " you chuckled.

"hey! those were movies. they don't count as seeing the world. and also, diamonds and bel air? pfft, as if you could ever," he rebutted playfully. ever since he was a kid, he would always make it a point to take you downtown to the movie theatre and watch whatever happened to be playing that day. to be honest, he would've never stopped if it weren't for the war.

"oh, hajime. just let me dream a little, alright?" you huffed dramatically, earning a small smile from him.

the dim streetlights from the road provided just enough light to illuminated your features. oh, how he wished he could burn this memory into his mind forever. the way your eyes reflected the moon, the corner of your lips turned upwards just so slightly, a couple wisps of your hair framing your face with the rest pulled back into a lazy braid, held together by a single red ribbon.

red.

the color red.

it brought him back to one of his favorite childhood memories; when the every neighborhood in their little japantown would come together to celebrate new years.

the popping firecrackers, the festive lanterns and fiery signs hanging by the doors.

a time when he would explore the different stores, hand in hand with you, and later chasing you down the sloped streets for taking a bite out of the snack he bought. giggling as adults scolded them for being reckless and wild. his mouth watering as the women of the neighborhood carry out trays upon trays of delicious food, the feeling of present a warm meat bun in his hand, chimes of “itadakimasu” ringing around him. not a care in the world, just pure joy and happiness. it was always what he looked forward to as a child.

oh, what he wouldn't give to go back to those days

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me when I got nothin' but my aching soul?

I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will

Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

"will you still love me when i'm not young and beautiful?" you asked softly, pulling him out of his thoughts. he felt your small fingers wrap around his, clasping his hand. "what if the next time i see you, i'm old and wrinkly like a raisin?"

"well, i'd be a wrinkly old raisin too. so what? it doesn’t make a difference in how much i love you, " he replied nonchalantly

"then will you still love me when i’ve got nothing left but my soul?"

upon hearing you ask yet another question, hajime stiffened

"stop asking silly questions," he finally managed to mumble out, hugging his knees closer to his chest.

"you know. they force you to leave behind all your belongings. they take everything away, iwa-chan." you spoke softly. "i'm leaving behind all my important stuff at the basement of the panama hotel. they're really nice people, you know? for letting us keep our stuff there. maybe, if we both come back, they'll still be there and we can look through our old pictures together." you said quietly, twiddling your hair ribbon between your fingers. your hair was wavy from being in the braid all day, and now they were finally freed.

free. how he wished he could be free from all these restrictions again.

he tried to think about happier memories, but everything became painful as the realization dawned on him that he will lose everything. it was inevitable. the little grocery store around the corner owned by that old married couple his mom always talks to? they were escorted away weeks ago. the ice cream parlor he loved because they would always give him extra whipped cream for ordering in japanese? shut down by the government's order. he remembered the harsh words he had heard from a group of protesters when he biked past the golden gate park on his way to run an errand for his mother.

"all japanese are dangerous. they are traitors to the country,"

and that’s when he noticed their pointed glares at him.

“i was raised here! i’d never be a traitor!” he so desperately wanted to yell. but his body told him to keep pedaling away, as fast as he possibly can.

seeing people with these horrible prejudice against him, a stranger, even a kid whom they’ve never met, felt like a stab to the heart

but it also angered hajime to no end

it was the biggest lie he's ever heard. dangerous? that's not true. ok, maybe there were a few pervy geezers, but he knew that this community that he loved was anything but dangerous.

so why are they the one being punished?

he knew he would lose everything eventually. he just didn't think he'd lose the love of his life so soon.

her family had gotten the notice two days ago.

"sacramento. and maybe oregon. probably washington, even idaho" you had told him.

somewhere far, far away from him

he had heard that the concentration camps, or "relocation centers," as the news had put it,

were cold.

the images of concrete, barbed wire and cramped spaces, the stories of families working relentlessly from day to night only to be treated like prisoners, and the thought of sleeping on the freezing floors filled his mind. just thinking about it made him shudder, but the scariest thing was that he doesn't know when his family will be next

growing up, your family and the iwaizumis had been neighbors. he lived on the first floor, and you lived above him. the two of you had bonded over your parent’s chatting, and having each other for dinner was a common occurrence. his parents treated you as their own child, and your parents did the same with hajime. heck, no one would bat an eye if you announced that you were going to sleep over at his house because you two practically lived together.

you were his first love. his best friend. every moment of his childhood, had been spent with you.

you were the ribbon that held him together through his messy life, and now he was losing you

overwhelmed, he could feel his throat began to tighten. his breathing became heavier as he tried to blink back the tears that welled in his dark green eyes.

"hey. you can cry on me, if you want." you comforted him. it was like you could read him like a book, because he frantically sputtered out an excuse

“what are you talking about? and also, to answer your dumb question, i'll love you no matter what. i don't care how long it takes, or what we look like, or-"

you hovered your finger above his lips, gently shushing him.

"i know you will, haji, i know that you will," you said softly as you caressed his cheek. he looked away, but he couldn’t help but choke out a sob

you patted his head and pulled him into a hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. warm tears dampened the sleeve of your shirt.

"please. please. i don’t want you to leave," he mumbled into your shoulder as you ran your fingers through his messy black hair.

Dear Lord, when I get to heaven

Please, let me bring my man

When he comes, tell me that You'll let him in

Father, tell me if You can

All that grace, all that body

All that face makes me wanna party

He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

“maybe, one day we'll see each other again.” you said when he finally lifted his head.

you stood up and held out your hand to him, an offer to help pull him up since he was probably sore from sitting for so long

however, he didn’t let go of your hand once he stood back up.

“dance with me?” he asked, sniffling and wiping away the last tear.

you nodded, and he began to sway to the faint sound of jazz music coming from the nightclub a few blocks away.

“hey, this is our swing dance routine from PE in 7th grade,” you smiled fondly at the memory as he twirled you around him, only to twirl you back into his arms. nodding in confirmation, he dipped you gracefully, his strong arms wrapped around your waist.

that’s when he noticed the tear trickling down your cheek. it faintly sparkled in the moonlight, similar to how a diamond would.

“i’m going to miss you, hajime iwaizumi from the first floor. thank you for making me happy,” you whispered, looking up at him. he pulled you back up, and held you in his warm embrace.

“even if we don't see each other again in this life, i'm sure i'll find you again. if you’re good, maybe i’ll see you in heaven. be good, haji. be good for me. promise?” you muttered into his chest before pulling away to look him in the eyes.

“no promises. you might have to beg god to let me in.”

“ok. i’ll see you in heaven, hajime,” you whispered, cupping his cheek

and that’s when you pulled him down for a kiss. it was a light, almost featherlike, brush across his lips. your elbows were resting on his shoulders, and your forearm crossed behind his neck. hajime leaned his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses just barely touching

“can we stay like this, for a little while longer?” he asked breathily, still reeling in shock from his first kiss

“mhm. i love you, hajime.” you answered, gazing into his pretty green eyes as they fluttered open.

in the distance, you could see that the had sun begun rising over the horizon, enveloping the two of you in the warm light of morning. you basked in the serene orange glow, admiring every feature of the beautiful boy in front of you.

“i love you,”

he can’t wait to find you again.

tags!! @deadontheinsidebut (ilysm mwah ty for supporting me!!) @aka-a-shii (here you go i hope you enjoy bby!!!) @toshisgarden (mwah mwah ilysm)

#haikyuu!!#iwaizumi hajime #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi oneshot #iwaizumi angst #haikyuu angst #iwaizumi imagine #iwa-chan

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lees-choice · 4 years

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Cherry Wine

Pairing: Stucky x abusive!oc, platonic!stucky x black!reader, sam wilson x reader, platonic!avengers x reader

Summary: Bucky and Steve are in a relationship that isn’t very good for them.

Warnings: Domestic Abuse, polygamy, angst, fluff. (trying a no dialouge thing... hope it works xxx)

Based on Cherry Wine by Hozier (who’s a literal god btw)

When they had first met her, Raina had been nothing but sweet to the two of them. She was a secretary at STARK industries, and Pepper had introduced the three of them a few months back. They then decided to begin dating and everything was fine for a while. They were happier than they had been in a while. Everything was beautiful. Everything was great. Until it wasn’t.

it looks ugly, but it's clean

It started small.

Raina moved in with them at the tower and was embraced with open arms by their friends. Everyone was happy that the two men had found someone that completed their lives. No one was happier for them than you and Sam.

You had met Steve when he had first come out of the ice. You were in an art museum, having to complete an assignment for your Art History class when you stumbled across the man out of time. You could tell that he was both uncomfortable and intrigued by all that surrounded him, and you took it upon yourself to help him out.

From that day forward, you two became best friends. He came to you for pretty much everything, from catching up on pop culture to cooking to helping him through his nightmares. And while he was down in D.C., he met Sam Wilson. Everything they went through with HYDRA and SHIELD had only brought the men closer and Sam became another important person in Steve's life. The two of you had met when you went to go see Steve in the hospital and Sam was at his side. You instantly hit it off and soon enough had become a couple.

You loved each other through all the madness with the Accords and Bucky. You had given Tony hell when you had heard that Sam had been arrested because you knew.You knew the pain that Steve had gone through since he woke up , and the pain he felt whilst searching for Bucky. Of course you had sympathized with Tony over the death of his parents, and his became a pain you understood. Another person you sheltered, another person you would protect until the day you were lowered into the ground.

oh mama, don't fuss over me

Of course you were happy for your soldiers. To see them so in love with another person made your heart swoon in happiness, as you wanted nothing more for the pair. So when Steve and Bucky came to you and Sam to ask your opinion on inviting her to live them in the tower, you encouraged the two of them to follow their hearts. She had been sweet enough when you had first met, laughing with everyone and charming you all. But there was something. Something about her that hadn't rubbed you right. You could feel something in your gut that was inexplicable, but you knew.

You always knew.

the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine

Raina began to question every aspect of their daily lives. Who they went out with, when they were coming back, why they weren't answering their phone. At first it seemed like she just cared a lot. Maybe too much.

Soon, she had control over when they left the house. Who they saw. When they talked. Steve and Bucky began to see less of their friends at the tower, instead spending more time on their floor. It was a fairly new relationship, though. It was normal for couples to be stuck to each other at this point. Right? This was normal.

open hand or closed fist would be fine

The first time she hit Bucky had been after a dinner the three had with you and Sam. You had invited them to your floor for a couples night, much like those you had done weekly before Raina had become a part of the equation.

Maybe they were a little too comfortable loving on you and Sam. All the hugs, kisses, touches. You were so close with each other that none of you realized how often you would press a kiss to Bucky's arm, or Steve's arm would land on Sam's chest in laughter, or how you all seemed to hold on to each other throughout the whole night. But she had seen it all.

They weren't being fair to her. They had embarrassed her. Ignored her. How could they? Did they want to fuck you? Sam? Had they already?

A sharp sound filled the air. Bucky's eyes watered as Steve opened his mouth to yell, to protect the man that he loved. But she, she was just so angry. Her hand still raised, eyes stern as she turned to him. His throat went dry, his body shook. He couldn't do anything? Why? Why had they done that to her?

calls of guilty thrown at me

That hadn't been the first time Raina had found issue in the way the interacted with you, and it wouldn't be the last. Maybe they just shouldn't see you? It wasn't fair to her. They would stop.

Why did they take so long on missions? Were they trying to get away from her? They needed to call her more often. Maybe step back from the team. They owed her after all. Who else would love them like she did? Who else would love them?

all while she stains the sheets of some other

They had made her. It made sense. They were always busy with their duties on the team. With therapy and charity work. With training and paper work. It made sense. They couldn't get angry. They didn't deserve to be upset or sad. They had to let her do as she pleased, because they couldn't leave her. They couldn't leave the only person that would ever care for them. Did she care for them? Of course. The stains on their carpet? glass in their skin? she loved them.

but she loves, like sleep to the freezing

She wasn't like that all the time. Only when they made her angry. All they had to do was not make her angry. You didn't understand. Sam didn't. No one did. You were all jealous, wanted to take her from them. They couldn't let them. She was their fire. Their warmth. For too long they had been lost in the cold, and finally they had someone who would drown them in fire. Unfortunately, they didn't realize that fire burns bright. And always leaves scars.

and it's worth it, it's divine

All you could see was red as you screamed louder than you ever had in your life. Your lungs burned, your throat ached. How could she? How could she lay her hands on the two men that loved her most in the world? How could hurt them and treat them like they were nothing? How dare she? The air broke as someone whimpered. They were still here. They were still hurt, suffocating in a love they had believed would cure them. Natasha would deal with her. You had two men to care for. Just like you always did. Just like you always would.

They layed between you and Sam, curled into one another, finally breathing in the fresh air of your love. The purple and blue of their skin was now so bright you couldn't believe there was a time you in which you hadn't seen it. You couldn't believe that this had happened. Hands in hair as you braided, cooing them to sleep through their nightmares. They would be okay. They had you and you would love them for as long as they would let you.

the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

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hargroves-angel · 5 years

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Cookies And Cream 🏹🍪

Chapter 5 - Ice Cream

Warnings - Mentions Of Abuse, Fluff, Billy being baby 🥰

// Chapter 6 - Cheese Cake // Cookies And Cream Masterlist //

“Billy!” Y/N giggled. She was like an excitable puppy as she pulled him into her house.

“Woah angel what’s got you so happy?” He smirked. She had invited him over to do something, well that’s what Max said anyway. He kept trying to shove yesterday out of his mind, he didn’t care about who you liked anyway so he was confused as to why that lingering feeling of wonder wouldn’t go.

She daintily skipped as she dragged him into the kitchen. Several ingredients were placed on the counters. “What’s this?” He asked.

“We are baking! That’s why I asked your sister to tell you to come over today? I thought she told you why?” Billy shrugged. “Either way I’m on the cheerleading squad! And I’ve got my first team bake sale!” She was beaming at him, her eyes shone with joy.

“Really?! That’s great doll, didn’t know they did bake sales though” he chuckled. Looking around at the various equipment.

“It’s to get better uniforms for us and some new basketball hoops and jerseys for you guys... you know how they’re doing that cheerleader to a player thing- which reminds me!” She bounced upstairs leaving Billy for a moment.

Billy felt uneasy. He wanted to ask you who you liked but he also told himself that he didn’t care, because he didn’t... right?

She was holding a journal in her hand. It was a pastel pink colour with a white ribbon in it, she used that as book mark clearly.

“Look!” She showed him a list of names. It was various girls names on one side and boys on the other, each was paired with a line.

He read Y/N and followed the line to Billy. Who was Billy? Oh wait that was him... Jesus he’s been spending way too much time over thinking. Oh wait that was him! she was gonna be his cheerleader, he felt his heart swell. He hated it.

“Emery was meant to be paired with you, but after yesterday... she decided she wanted to go with Sean, how it works is that I’ll get given a cheerleading dress with my second name on it for when I’m cheering in competitions and practicing and then another for school games we get to switch into the special uniforms with our basketball players second name on, so mine will have Hargrove on it, team Hargrove for the win!” Y/N looked down, she seemed a little flustered. “It was Emery’s idea because Sean had given her a promise ring and she wanted to show off her future second name or something, I like the concept. I’m like your personal cheerleader!” She giggled. Billy’s heart fluttered at the thought of her being his personal cheerleader.

“Thats perf- great.. all good” he cleared his throat. Y/N felt a little unhappy with his response, she thought he’d be happier, oh well.

“Anyway!” She shoved the book onto the table and flicked through it to a decorated page. “I was up all night making a list of what we have to make, and you’re helping me!” She declared.

“What! I don’t know the first thing about baking” he protested.

“Trust me, max filled me in, so that’s why I’m gonna teach you!” She put on her cooking apron over her dress. “One second” She left the room, Billy stood in the kitchen, looking at the patterned wallpaper on her walls. He jumped when he felt her hands wrap around his middle, she pulled an apron over his head and tied it up, he wanted to lean into her touch because it just felt so comfortable, so right. He shoved the thought to the back of his mind. He looked at the black material.

“This has to be the darkest thing you own” He chuckled.

“I bought it yesterday, I couldn't really imagine you wearing frilly pink or white aprons, Bad Boy” she teased. His heart warmed at the fact that she went out of her way for him. Damn, he needed to eat... Sure was getting hungry...

They washed their hands, Billy flicked some water at Y/N and she squealed doing the same.

“Billy! Stop you’re gonna ruin my dress!” She giggled pushing him away from her and throwing a cloth at him. He quickly dried his hands before creeping up behind Y/N and tickling her sides as she tried to dry her own hands. Her soft giggled filled the room as Billy kept tickling her, they both ended up falling on the floor, laughing. “Billy! Please stop!...” she giggled. He ceased, his body hovering over hers, his face now only inches away from hers, his eyes glanced over hers, he licked his lips, the hungry feeling getting really strong his whole stomach fluttering in... hunger?

“Y/N... I think... I... - we should get up and get started” he mumbled crawling off of her. His dick wanted him to go back, that was the closest they’d been. His mind and his heart told him to leave, he felt as though maybe he didn’t want to go that far... yet. For some reason he was starting to care about her... Jesus he was starving right now, he definitely needs to go to a doctor this amount of hunger surely wasn’t normal, he’d only had breakfast an hour ago!

“Ok what are we making first?” He asked looking inside the flour bag.

“Something simple, cookies!” She beamed at him. She got on her tip toes and tried to grabbed a huge book from the cabinet.

“Here lemme help princess” Billy chuckled picking up the book with ease and placing it on the table.

“Thank you” she went to the table and flicked through it. “Ok, so we have different types to make, so classic chocolate chip, double chocolate, cupcake mix cookies and sugar cookies!” She landed on a page that had the word cookies on it and proceeded to look through the various pages after that picking out the right recipes.

“Where did you get this from?” He asked, noticing how most of the pages were old and crinkled but some where fresh.

“It’s passed down the generations in my family, this was originally my great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmothers recipies and then once they pass on they hand it to their daughters” she smiled at his inquisitive nature.

“Jesus that’s old” he smirked. “Let’s bake then” he was actually excited, the only time he baked was with his mother back in California, he only did it once because his father shouted at him for doing ‘girly things’. This felt nice though.

Y/N and Billy baked all the different types of cookies, Billy getting various ingredients down himself.

Billy had cookie dough on his cheek and had eaten half of the chocolate chips they were meant to be using. “Come here!” She scolded him and licked her thumb wiping the dough from him.

She showed him how to cut out various shapes for the sugar cookies. Guiding his fingers to the right places and giggling whenever he got frustrated.

They moved on from the cookies to making other recipes. From doughnuts to cupcakes to even home made ice cream.

Billy’s big hands were good at kneading bread, and so he worked on a whole meal loaf whilst she tackled a Victoria sponge.

“Billy be careful! You’ll squish it” she laughed at his best efforts to bake.

“Princess I don’t understand! This is confusing” he groaned. Shoving the bread into the oven.

“That’s better, you’re doing really well Billy, these are gonna taste amazing” she giggled.

Billy was enjoying this more than he should have, he usually would’ve tried moving onto sex by now, with no interest in the actual time they spent together. But with Y/N things were different, he wanted to spend time with her... she was like an angel- his angel-

Y/N handed him a piping bag with icing in it.

“Look what happens when you squeeze it” she guided his hands to the cake she had made placing it on the spot she wanted.

Billy lightly squeezed the piping bag and the icing came out like whipped cream.

“I’m pretty good at this baking stuff” he boasted. Icing smeared down his cheek and flour down himself.

“You’re amazing Billy!” She gazed into his baby blues. He looked into hers.

Time stopped again. Billy’s Head was spinning, that damn feeling was back and his heart rate was through the roof. Not to mention how hot it was, all the windows were open and Billy had snacked on literally anything he could find and that damn hunger wouldn’t stop.

The timer pulled them both out of the trance. Y/N hurried over to the oven opening it, the scent of all their treats filling the room.

“This is the best part” She sniffed the air taking in the sweet sugary smell. Billy had a blush dusting his cheeks. Watching this angel in front of him.

Maybe he wasn’t feeling hungry... maybe it was something else. He pushed it to the back of his mind.

Billy blinked quickly and helped her get the cookies and desserts out of the oven.

“These turned out perfectly Billy!” She showed him the treats. There was one dodgy cookie in the corner.

“Ahh there’s my practise cookie” he smirked grabbing it off the burning hot tray and immediately flinching backwards. “Fuck!” he yelled holding his hand. Y/N put the tray down and took Billy to the sink, she ran cold water over his finger.

“What am I going to do with you” she rubbed his back, nursing his finger under the cold water. “That feeling better?” She asked after 2 minutes. He nodded. Feeling a bit embarrassed. Also a little confused, no one usually cared when he got hurt. It was usually ‘Man up pussy and get over it’, it felt nice to be cared for. “Let me kiss it better” she pressed her lips to his hand and placed a soothing kiss on it.

Ok she definitely was an angel, it’s like it just stopped burning immediately, or maybe it was the fact that it had been under freezing cold water for a minute or two but still, that small kiss made his mind go fuzzy.

“It’s all good, didn’t hurt that much” he brushed off.

“Sure thing bad boy” she handed him a cool rag and he held it on his fingers and thumb. “Anyway now that that’s over we can package everything, my second favourite part” She took him to the dining room, baskets and plastic wrap was around the place, bows and labels next to them.

“How about you hand me the treats, once they’ve cooled down, and I’ll wrap them and then you write the label and then ill put the bow on top, let’s start with cookies”

Billy handed her several cookies, keeping one for himself and biting into it. He wrote down the labels.

Y/N placed some in a big basket and a couple spread into small gift boxes similar to the one she gave him when they first met.

They moved on through the treats. Soon enough it was dark outside and everything had been complete.

Y/N and Billy sat down in her room, both laughing at one of his stories about Tommy.

“That’s mean!” She giggled.

“He deserved it” Billy protested. Their laughing calmed down and Billy looked up at the time. “I should get back, Maxine probably thinks I’ve died or something, I’ve never spent this much time with a girl” he smirked at her.

“So I’ve been told” she smiled at him.

“What do you mean?”

“There were rumours about you being a womaniser and stuff, even if you are ,Billy, or were, I don’t care by the way. To me you’re sweet, not anything like that. I only believe what I see not what I hear” she moved closer to him. His arm wrapping around her.

“Thanks, not many people now a days think like that” he mumbled, happy that she was willing to ignore that stuff to get to know him. She really was perfect.

“I need to go” he quickly said, standing up rather fast. “Umm, see you Monday!” He mumbled leaving her house as quick as he could.

He breathed out heavily as he got past his front door.

He noticed Neil’s car parked by the side of the house, oh god.

“Where have you been boy” Neil asked gruffly.

“With a friend dad” he muttered “doesn’t matter anyway I’m here now”

“Yeah, after curfew, I asked you to babysit your fucking sister”

“She’s not my-”

“I don’t give a shit boy” Billy shoved past him into his room. Neil yelling after him. Susan got up from the couch.

“Don’t think you can fucking run away from me you little shit, you gonna run like your piece of shit mother huh?” Billy’s blood ran cold, how fucking dare he.

Billy balled his fists but Neil got the advantage shoving him against the wall. His shirt in his hands.

“You fucking come home late again, you fucking speak to me like again, you’re gonna regret it” he spat at Billy, “now what do you say!”

Billy looked the other way, he didn’t want to even look at Neil.

“Say it boy!”

Billy mumbled his response.

“SAY IT”

“I’m sorry sir” Neil slapped him and proceeded to let go of his shirt leaving Billy to fall down. His hands trying to steady himself. Susan rushed Neil out of the room.

“Fucking ungrateful piece of shit, doesn’t know the first fucking thing about-” Neil yelled at Susan.

Billy took a deep breath in. His eyes glazing over with hurt. He felt so lost, so lonely. His hands were shaking, hot tears blurring his vision as he slid down the wall. Letting himself cry, get every emotion out.

Y/N watched him from her window. Her own eyes watering. “Billy” She whispered. Wanting nothing then go run over to him and hold him, tell him everything was ok. She bit her lip, stepping away from her window. Her heart racing, she felt horrible. Should she have yelled something from the window? Would he have heard her? She took a deep breath in. Tears rolling down her cheeks. She shook with regret and sadness.

Billy needed help. She didn’t know how to help. But she was going to try anyway she could. Because she cared about him.

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cals-sunflower · 5 years

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What more pt2 (R.C)

You and Richard haven’t talked since the whole problem that happened last week. You were a mess. You missed the boys, Richard and most of all Aaliyah. Yes, Richard hurt your feelings so much but being with him for 2 years made you feel sadder that you couldn’t be wrapped in his arms at night. It’s taken you awhile to get used to not snuggling into his warm body and putting your cold feet on him to annoy the hell outta him. You missed the 3 year old running up to you when you’d pick her up from school or you’d secretly take her out for ice cream. You missed how things use to be.

Now Richard was also a mess but he was doing worse than you. He stopped going to rehearsals on time because you weren’t there to kiss him out of bed, barely gets any sleep and when he does get sleep he sleeps cuddling the pillow your head used to rest on.

“Rich, you can’t change the outcome if you don’t do anything to fix what you had did,” Joel paced in his brother’s room. The other boys have been trying to get Richard to fix his mistake but he could only sit in sorrow.

“Yeah hermano, you can’t just sit here. Get your woman back,” Chris patted his back.

“She’s never gonna forgive me. I ruined it for not only me but Aaliyah too. Y/n is literally my life. If I could take it back what I said I would. Because truth be told, I don’t want anyone else but her. She’s the person I want to marry, fuck I was even going to buy her a ring next week. She’s so good with Aaliyah and loves her as her own. Fuck, I miss her,” Richard began to cry and his tears continued to pour out.

The four boys weren’t sure what to do or say. This was Richard, the one that never shows his emotions to other people. But here he is crying in front of the people he considered his brothers. Erick and Zabdiel gave a look to the other two before immediately going to your best friend’s apartment.

“Hey, Erick and Zabdiel. What’s up?” Makayla opened the door to the apartment to find the boys standing there in worry.

“We need Y/n, like now please,” the boys walked in as Makayla pulled the door open more for them to come in. They found you sitting eating ice cream.

“Y/n!!!” Erick couldn’t help but yell out to you. You turned your head with wide eyes and sat your ice cream down.

“¿Que pasa? You guys are acting like someone died,” you chucked to yourself looking at the boys.

“It’s Richard,” the moment you hear his name you freeze. Is he okay? Did something happen? You prayed nothing happened to him. Erick was quick to explain word for word what Richard said to them just moments ago.

“I’m sorry but if any of this is true, then he needs to say this to me personally. He needs to come to me and talk about it,” you looked down because you knew you missed Richard just as much as he missed you.

When the boys left they gave you hugs and kisses on the cheek. Once they got to the other boys, they immediately told them what you had said. Richard was quick to start planning something for you to make it up. He knows he can’t take back what he said but if there was any chance he could actually show you how he felt, then that’s what he’s going to do.

It’s been a week and Richard’s plan was all set up. Your best friend was going to drop you off a restaurant and he was gonna come out. Richard was nervous, being beyond nervous. He thought you were going to reject him which he wasn’t gonna blame you if you did do that. He just couldn’t bear the thought of losing the love of his life.

“Wait, why am I getting so dressy?” Makayla sat down a silk red dress with black heels. “Sorry, can’t tell you but you can’t know. Get your ass ready”. You showered and got ready for whatever it was. You left your hair down and put cute black and white butterfly clips in. Grabbing a black purse, you walk into the living room.

“Woah, she’s a cutie. I see you baby,” Makayla dramatically makes you spin around.you guys get into the car and ended up at the beach. “Okay, go to the white boardwalk”. You hugged her and started your journey to the boardwalk.

On your way there, you seen Joel and he waved you over to him. He hands you a single rose that had a note on it.

“Gracias Joel, te amo,” you bring him into a hug and he told you to read the first note out loud. You began to read the note that said: When we first met I knew you were the one. Still two years later and I don’t want anyone else but you. You held the note to your chest and gave Joel one last smile before going down more.

You then seen Chris who was so smiley. He also handed you a single rose with a note on it. The note said: Damn ma, I’m sorry and words can’t explain that. You’re my life and I love you so much. You gave Chris a hug and a kiss on the cheek before walking some more.

You seen Erick and immediately pulled him into a hug. He was like your little brother and you couldn’t be more happier to have him in your life. Really all the boys because they’ve help with a lot over the years. He handed you the rose with another note on it. The note said: I’m nervous, wait is it possible to be nervous and I didn’t even see you yet? I think, but you take care of Aaliyah like she’s your own. Fuck, seeing how she loved you on the spot pulled at my heart strings. I’m so thankful to have you in my life.

Lastly was Zabdiel, he handed you the rose with the last note on it. By this point, you wanted to cry because of how sweet Richard was. You’ve missed him so much and you definitely wanted to hear what he had to say. The note read: Hi, I’m still nervous. I missed you so much for these two weeks have been hell. I knew you needed space after what I said. After this, if you don’t forgive me I’ll understand. If you don’t want anything to do with me, I’ll understand. Just know I love you very much and I can’t imagine my life without you in it. It won’t feel right. But I will totally understand if you want to break up. Shit I’d break up with myself. I love you mi amor.

The last note made you tear up and Zabdiel pulled you into a hug. He rocked you both side to side. Truth was, out of all the boys besides Richard, Zabdiel was the one that was there for you like a big brother the most. He was older then you by one year but he really didn’t care.

“Hey, it’s okay. I got you but I think someone wants to see you, if you’re ready,” you nodded and he grabbed your hand to walk you down the boardwalk. At the very end, you seen Richard in a black suit with his back towards you. He turns around upon hearing foot steps. Zabdiel let go of your hand and hugged you one last time before walking away.

“Hi, umm you look gorgeous,” he pulled your chair out for you to sit down and pushed you in once you sat down. “Thank you Rich, you look very handsome”. His leg was bouncing up and down from his nerves going through the roof.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I really don’t felt that way at all. I want you to be in my life forever. You’re my gorgeous ass girlfriend. That night I said some unforgivable things and if I could take it back I would. I love you so much, you really don’t understand. Two weeks without holding you in my arms was the worse. I missed your smile and your beautiful laugh. I missed the way you’d dance around in my clothes when you think I didn’t come back home from rehearsal yet. I missed our date nights, where you pop off and show them how it’s done. Fuck mamas, I’m so sorry,” the both of you had tears running down your faces. You stand up and hug him. He also stands up to hold you properly. His arms wrap around your waist and it fits like a puzzle.

“Richard, you did say some unforgettable and unforgivable things. It’s gonna take me some time to trust you but I forgive you. I love you,” despite being in a dress Richard wraps your legs around his waist and kisses you. The kiss tastes a little salty from the tears you both cried.

“Babe fuck I’m in a dress, put me down,” you laughed trying to get down. “Nah, nobody is here but us,” he sits down in the chair and has you perched on his lap.

“I missed this so much,” you run your hands through his curls. “Me too bebé, me too”. The rest of the night was spent eating food and enjoying each other’s company because it’s been so long. After dinner, Richard takes of your heels and his shoes before running down with you to the water. The sand in between your toes makes you giggle. Once again Richard picks you up and kisses you.

“You look so pretty ma,” the sun setting gave you a glow like no other. You smiled and pulled him into another kiss, this one being a little more heated. So glad to be back into each other’s arms after being away for two weeks.

#cnco imagines #richard camacho #cnco #zabdiel de jesús #joel pimentel #christopher vélez #erick brian colon

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swiftwind3 · 5 years

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Let It Burn

A farmer...

Oscar frowned.

A wizard...

He stared at the grip of the cane.

A hermit...

He scowled.

A drunk...

Whether it was the water seeping into his clothes or his anger that made him shake, he didn't know.

An engineer...

His eyes stung.

A businessman...

He closed them.

A headmaster...

With a single quiet sob, his throat was on fire.

Were all these lives you lead...truly for nothing?

Tears slid down his cheeks as he tensed and swung with a loud grunt, hurling the weapon.

"Answer me!"

You ass...

He clawed at the wall in his mind, falling to his knees with a splash. Stinging water brushed and lapped at his wrists. He dug his gloved fingers into grainy sand, gritting his teeth at the tears hooking themselves on his lips.

"Hey," a low voice called in front of him. "Do you know how much of a pain this was to find?"

With a sniffle, he leaned back, not minding the water seeping into his pants and saying nothing as Qrow waded toward him, cane grip in his hand. "Listen, you’re in a moping mood. I get it, but can you get out of the water? You know, where you won't get hypothermia."

Something flared in him and he spat it out. "You get out of the water. Leave me alone."

The tall man shifted his weight. "Really?"

The grip shined in Oscar's face, calling him like a pitiful magnet. Batting at it, Qrow moved back quickly, catching his hand and dragging him.

"Hey," he groaned. "Letーgo!”

"Out we go, " Qrow sighed.

"Stop it," his heels attempted to drive themselves into the man’s side. "Let me go already!"

After being planted on dry sand, the hold on him tightened further. "You gonna throw it again?" Red eyes pierced him.

With a choked noise, he hiccuped, tugging at his arm. "Let go..."

"That's not an answer," Qrow snorted, shoving the grip back into his wet gloves. "Let's head back to Sapph's place. Everyone's looking for you."

Wiping his face, the grip shook in Oscar’s hold. I don't need this, he taunted at the wall. It's trash.

"I don't need this," he echoed bitterly. He turned and tensed again, only to be hooked by the waist.

"You do need that."

With a hiss, the cane extended and he roared, clawing and swinging.

Qrow dodged those meager swings, clutching his arm tightly as he tried to throw the damn cane again. It plopped down on the sand.

“You know, I went through a lot of trouble to get that thing, and I’d rather not go swimming for it. Now, come on. We're both wet and like I said, I'm not in the mood to get sick. I'm sick enough already from all those damn drinks...”

The kid only batted and scratched, kicking his legs. "Stop stopーstop it," he sobbed. "Let me go!"

Qrow's hold on him didn't loosen. "Kid..."

Freezing, Oscar sagged in his arms, and he withdrew, letting him fall to his knees.

Swallowing his sigh, Qrow squatted to his level while the ocean continued to sing and hiss around them, carrying about its business. Wind pushed past them, paying mind to sway their locks and blow some salt into them.

Oscar gave a shuddering breath. "Why can't you see I don't want this? Why can't you see I didn't ask for any of this? Whyーwhy are you trying to take me back, since you hate me so much?" Wet green eyes rose to meet red ones. "Besides, you knowーwe all know that I'm not cut out for this sort of thing. And there's no beating Salem," his lips quivered. "So, why? Why are you doing this? Why can't you just let me go? Wouldn't you be happier if you did?"

Red studied green before dimming slightly in the moonlight. "An answer to that would be I can't let you die, useless or not. The honest answer'd be Ruby and Calavera'd both have my head if I let you drown or get killed by some Grimm just because you wanted to tuck tail and bolt. And I kind of like my head. Even if it is jack-hammering my sanity into the sand as we speak."

He snorted. "Why do they care?"

"That was my first answer. Those are their words of justice and chivalry, " Qrow seemed to mock. "Not mine."

----

Ice cold stabbed and cracked into his skin, pulling him out of the dark with a cry. He coughed, light intruding painfully into his sight. "Whatーwhat theーhey. What is wrong with you?"

"Many things," Maria Calavera grinned. "But I have to admit though, watching you proving me right has been quite a repulsive sight. I am quite impressed, too, though. You meet your idol and once she insults you, you don't even try to argue her."

Qrow’s scowl relaxed, offering a glare.

"Really? Nothing at all? I know drunks tend to be more wordy when accused of anything."

With a sigh, he leaned back on the couch. “Why can’t you let me have my hangover in peace?"

"Because while you were trying to drown your ridiculous guilt or stupid insecurities, your nieces and their friends have gone off to gods-know-where trying to find that poor farm boy you punched," she barked, her voice hammering at his head. "And I got stuck with babysitting duty. Literally and figuratively,” Adrian cooed at her feet.

Groaning, he flinched at the light. "Ozpin's gone?" He snorted. "Good riddance."

She shook her head, blue specs narrowed. "Not just Ozpin; Oscar, as well. There are two souls in that boy's body, and it'd do us all some good if you learned that already."

Rolling his neck, he sighed again.

"By the gods, are you seriously not petty enough to at least try and prove me wrong?” Her tongue clicked. “Or was it that I hurt your feelings that bad?"

A growl left his throat, confusing his annoyance and fury for each other. Then, he heard her sigh.

"You know, you hurt those girls when we finally found you at that bar."

Blurry memories sparked in his head. He didn’t recall the familiar chant of drunk people edging on a petty bar fight. "I don't remember attacking anybody.”

"I'd be surprised you remembering anything at all," she snorted. "But you didn't attack them. You did say a name that seem to hurt them quite a bit, however."

He blinked, eyeing the roof in drifting concentration. "A name?”

"Summer. You called Ruby Summer. She seemed quite intent on chewing you out just before. And once you called her that, she opted to just leave you behind. Along with me. Not that I blame her. We'd both just slow them down."

"...She smacked my drink out of my hand." He nodded.

She mirrored him. "That, she did. It's a bit of a frustrating thing, I suppose, watching someone you love destroy themselves with no concern for those around them. I really am surprised how she managed to bottle up that rage right there and then. But, she's pretty much at her limit. And so is Yang. Seeing how close you and Ruby are, she'll probably let her handle the chewing-out, though."

He let out a quiet snort, letting his lip twitch upward at the idea of those two scolding him for a change.

"If you're so fond of them, why do this to them? To yourself? What guilt or inhibition could possibly plague a soul like yours?"

Pursing his lips, he shook his head softly. "You ever heard of a Semblance you couldn't control, Calavera?"

"I know they exist," she shrugged. "What of them?"

"I have one of them," his brows knitted together. "And I suppose it's a bit frustrating to know you're contributing nothing but bad luck to the bad things already happening around you. And it's also a bit of a frustrating thing to know that you cause those bad things, too."

She let out a laugh. "So, you're the poor bastard that got stuck with the catalyst of misfortune. My father told me to pray for you. And I suppose that is something to cry about."

"I've cried enough," he muttered after a moment.

"And now you drink," she retorted. "The next best thing."

Their silence filled his ears. She situated herself on a chair with a grunt, sniffing.

"Well, if you're going to do nothing but mope, do me a favor and get out. I don't need your negativity bringing Grimm to this house."

"It takes more than one person in a city to attract Grimm," his cheek twitched.

"You think I don't know that? And if you're not even planning on doing the right thing, don't go try and drown yourself again. I don't want to find you in a ditch."

Sighing, he dragged his legs, standing with a hunch. "Gods...which way did they go?"

"They've spread out all over the city. Maybe you could try and stop pitying yourself for once; give those wings of yours some exercise as well. Your life is enough of a nightmare."

He let out another scoff, lumbering to the door.

"Just how long will you let yourself be like this?" She called.

Pausing at the foyer, he shook his head. "What does that even mean?"

"Figure it out once you get out."

As annoyed as he was, his body was too sluggish to even slam the door properly.

----

"So, she booted me out. Or I let her anyway. I'd call her a crazy old hag but she had some pretty good points." Qrow shrugged. "I knew you weren't stupid enough to leave the city drenched in negativity, so I came this way. And wouldn't you know it, here you were."

The boy snorted, scratching at salt and tears. "You say you have bad luck, but you seem to have pretty good luck finding people that don't wanna be found."

"No, no. My Semblance brings nothing but misfortune. The only luck I have in finding anyone's finding them alive."

Something poked the bottom of Oscar’s stomach, making him shudder.

"Look. Oscar," he took a breath. "I don't hate you. And...as much as I want to, I don't hate Oz either. After everything he did for me, I figured after a while I couldn't exactly hate on the guy. And him owning up to this one mistake shouldn't have changed a damn thing. But it did. Just slightly, like all truths do when they come to light."

Images flashed across Oscar’s eyes. A young man that looked like Qrow scowled. Things around him broke and shattered, weather fluctuated wildly, and crowds leaked sorrow and shouted in anger.

"Still. Even after all he did for me, it didn't make it any less distressing to learn that all our hard work had been for nothing."

"Your reactions...were justified," Oscar breathed, staring blankly ahead of him as a man shrouded in green appeared behind the young Qrow.

Qrow seemed to cry against the man.

"But trying to take it all out on me and trying to take it out on Ozpin's two different things."

"Yeah," he looked away. "You’re right. I’m sure you’d appreciate it if we understood the damn fact already, but we're...we're still getting our grip on things. And I understand that we can’t exactly take our sweet time doing that. Though, I'll be the first to apologize. It wasーignorantーof me to try and think you were one soul. I let my emotions get to me that day. So much so, that I forgot that you're two in one, I suppose. While I'm..." he sighed. "Still having trouble actively applying the fact, I am sorry for punching you. Beating up pipsqueaks like yourself aren't exactly my thing, so I probably should have thought more before I acted. Even though it’s too late for that now."

“Thanks,” his lip twitched, but then, he frowned at the ground. "And if you can show me that, you can come out and talk, you coward," he spat.

Qrow raised a brow. "What?"

"Ozpin," he shook his head, closing his eyes with a sigh. "He'sーhe's showing me things. About your Semblance."

With a tight chuckle, Qrow shrugged. "Don't get too personal with the kid, Oz. I'd appreciate it."

Nodding with a hum, Oscar brought his knees in with a shiver.

"Yeah, figured you start acting like a normal meat human. Let's head back."

"Yeah," he echoed absentmindedly, attempting to dust himself off.

"Everyone's going to chew your ears off so use the walk to brace yourself."

Oscar snorted, his brows knitting together with his lips twitching.

"What is it?"

"Youーyou wore a skirt?"

"Oh, sure. Show him that one."

Oscar's giggles grew loud, and Qrow didn't have it in him to tell him to shut up.

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i wrote this really quick and posted it before canon could destroy it tomorrow lmaoo. inspired by @xhikarixyamix‘s lovely artwork which you can admire here. byyeee

#rwby #rooster teeth #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake bellodona #blake belladonna #oscar pine #maria calavera #qrow branwen #jaune arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie

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mnm-inc-miles · 3 years

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MELISSA - 02/18/2021

I was so glad to have brought Penny with me to work, because spending the night turned out to be the only option with the impending storm about to cover all of New York. Thanks perfect trifecta of warm and cold air for creating such a lovely cyclone of weather. No seriously, thanks.

“Hey go potty already, will ya?” I suggest strongly to my dog as I shiver in the cold.

The storm might have dark ways about it, but the swirling and whirling around my head balance the whizzing and zipping going on in inside it. My parents and my siblings always knew I had an active imagination, but really...they had no idea. I used to make things happen, still do sometimes, but I try to control it. The more impressions and songs and artwork I produce, the more of what’s living inside my brain gets put into an outlet, the less it flies magically from my brain and into reality.

Don’t believe me? Here’s an example.

When I was seven years old, my family was in the worst place of our lives. My mother was a stay at home mom, she took care of my brother and sister as well as her twin nephews, due to parental abandonment. Oh and me, obviously. Anyway, it was the first year we’d taken on my nephews and then my dad lost his job. He was unemployed for three months leading up to Christmas and I remember him sitting us all down. Now look, my brother and sister are older than me, my twin nephews are younger, so here I am smack dab in the middle of my dad explaining that Santa would not make it to our house this year. My brother and sister were ten and nine respectively, and my nephews were four. Let me tell you the echoes of complaints and tears that flooded the room when that bomb was dropped.

KA-BOOM.

Well I told my parents Santa would come, in fact I guaranteed it. I said he wouldn’t skip us just because we’d moved suddenly, that Santa knew where everyone was at all times. Creepy, in hindsight, but as a kid, you blissfully believe and are all the happier for it. Anyway, I think this story is already longer than it needs to be. I sat in bed Christmas Eve and kept on thinking about him, the cheery man in red with all his elves making toys for all the little kids out there. Then I heard a noise. I went downstairs and I saw boots shimmy up the chimney of our little quaint home we’d just moved into. A chimney I didn’t even know was functional until that night. Then I turned and a miracle. There was a tree, which I didn’t preface with before...but we didn’t even get a tree. Under this magical tree there were gifts. I ran upstairs and woke up my parents and told them about Santa and they said I was dreaming. I splashed water on my face then went back downstairs, it was still there. I smiled and went to bed. I didn’t know how it happened then, but as I got older I realized that’s the first time it happened. That’s the first time my mind was so powerful it turned fantasy into reality.

Long story short, using my power ended up causing more harm than good. There often was a downside or a catch to most things I willed into existence. It often backfired, so I tried to stop it from happening and that just made it worse. Then...I discovered art. I began to draw and these things in my head came out and when they came out onto paper they would stay there. I don’t want to say they were stuck, because they were happy, but reality belongs in the real world and imagination belongs in your mind. Or on paper I learned. Or, as I continued to learn, expressed through any means of creativity. So I stopped hanging out with people at school, which was fine because most of them thought I was getting increasingly weird anyway. I stayed home and worked on things in my head. I created people, then I started focusing on real people and making them part of who I was. Who knew it would be exactly the kind of talent to get me a job where I did nothing but make up new scenarios and characters and live it out in a fake reality.

Back to my current reality. I stood in the middle of this storm as my dog finally took a squat to relieve herself. Good girl Penny. My head starts to bob and the humming of ‘Let It Go’ starts to vibrate loudly in my head and I picture myself as Elsa. I do a quick spin and end up wrapped up inside my leash and topple over. Penny jumps onto me and licks my face.

“Alright you, let’s go back inside, Mama’s got work to do.” But work was gone. I was suddenly lost. I looked around and tried to retrace my steps but they were covered by more fresh falling snow. The storm suddenly turned vicious and bits of ice flecked my face, stinging like a thousand bees.

“Well, I don’t feel like a princess right now...” I sighed as I wracked my brain for whether this was some freak accident or if I somehow willed it into existence. I had been working so much recently and I had been making sure to output all my thoughts regularly, I couldn’t even remember the last time my powers went haywire.

“Oh Melissa, you’ve really done it this time...” I whimpered as I crouched and brought Penny close to me. “Alright Penny, will ya hang in there for a minute, Mama’s gonna wish for the sun to come out and the storm to go away…” It was so cold I was pretty sure my brain had frozen and my thoughts couldn’t move. Penny kept licking my face as we snuggled close and I could feel my tears freeze as they fell down my cheeks. “Awe man,” I cried. “Awe shoot, Penny...I...I don’t know how to fix this...” I could not even finish my thought as my eyes shut. The ice smacked my face and my body had begun to go numb.

“Lissy-lore...” a voice spoke softly at first. I hadn’t been called that in many long years. Probably not since I was twenty. “Lissy-lore, I’m here...I told you I’d always be here...” A hug enveloped me, and the warm fluffy wings of one of my first imaginary friends brought me back to life. I was clinging there, holding onto the thought of Fe, in hopes that she can keep me and my dearest pup Penny, alive.

Fe was the most special of all my imaginary friends because she had the ability to bit as big or as little as I needed her. She was this stunning cross between a black bear and a crow and had all the best features of both, she was quite literally my best friend growing up. It actually hurt me to think I’d somehow left her to be forgotten, but I couldn’t be more grateful for her now. She said she’d always be there when I needed her, and she was.

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 7 years

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A Warm Welcome [h.s.]

A/N: here’s some hades!harry! Sorry if it’s shitty I’m trying to get back in the game! And sorry for any typos and mistakes! Enjoy :-)

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Being a god comes with a large bundle of heightened emotions and Harry honestly wishes that they had an off switch. Celestial beings are called “celestial” for a reason, after all. They’re abnormally better than any human, and thus they must keep an attitude and air that enforces nothing less, but damn feelings for being able to get in the way so easily.

Gods must be calm and collected under the most extraneous situations, they must rule with an iron fist, and most importantly, they must forbid emotions from deterring them in any way. He’s not saying that he hates feeling emotions more intensely; some are worth the toil. Pleasure, for example, is felt tenfold what any human could handle and he can almost say that this alone makes the troubles worth it. But it’s moments such as now that bring forward overpowering feelings that he wishes he could cast aside: a dangerous mixture of excitement and anxiousness.

More specifically, the excitement and anxiousness that comes with the return of his beloved wife, Persephone (or as he calls her, Y/N), from being away for her given six months of the year.

All is normally well due to the fact that Harry usually throws big, extravagant parties for her returns because he wants the whole world to know that the light of his life is coming back to him, as well as to take off some of the pressure that comes with not seeing her for a long time. He’s talking about an all out, full-fledged celebration with hundreds of different types of flowers adorned all around the dark obsidian palace. All of the gods are invited (even those minor ones that Harry thinks are irrelevant but Y/N carries a fond for) and he brings down the musicians that play up in Olympus because he only wants the best for his precious girl. Amazing food, a ten story cake, and the finest wine and ambrosia brewed all across the seven seas.

But this year, Y/N sent a message with Hermes (whom he knows as Louis) down to the Underworld. As he had unfolded her note, the familiar scent of clementine arose from the scratchy paper and made his eyes pinprick with tears of longing. In her beautiful curvy handwriting, she explains how she doesn’t want a big party this year. That she wishes for the contrary, actually. She wants the whole palace to only themselves so they can take a long walk through all of its expanse and talk about everything that’s happened in the time they’ve been apart. She writes that she loves the parties he throws her, but for this return she just wants some quality time with no one else but him.

And so that’s exactly what he does. When the day arrives, he sends all of his servants out of the castle walls, leaving the place feeling hollow. He sits on his throne waiting for her, fidgeting helplessly. It’s a tall, black steel and celestial bronze number with red garnet and imperial topaz strewn in with the metal. It’s meant to be intimidating and fearful and, well, godly, and he couldn’t love it more. Harry usually feels right at home in the cushioned seat, but at the moment, he feels puny in its shadow; all do to the concoction of giddiness and nerves that stem from Y/N’s return.

He focuses himself on smoothing out the wrinkles in his black silk toga and on messing with the gold emblem that rests on the fabric above his shoulder, right where the back and front of the toga connect. The cherished possession was forged by Poseidon’s Cyclopes at the bottom of the sea, hence why it tends to have flashes of blue in certain lighting. He picks at the ruby eyes incrusted into the ghastly imprint of a skull, tracing the laurel wreaths around its head. His concentration then moves to his hair, which he had cut a couple of weeks back. He hadn’t said a word to Y/N about it in their letters because he wanted it to be surprise. He was sure she would like it because he feels that it fits him pretty well, but now as he sits here with nothing but his thoughts as company, he begins to worry. What if she thought he looked odd? She did really love his long hair– could never stop complimenting the perfect curls that liked to form across his shoulders…

Harry rises abruptly, toes curling against the worn leather of his sandals. His anxiety is going through the roof because he hasn’t seen Persephone in so long and he doesn’t want their first encounter of her return to be awkward. He quickly paces towards the closest mirror in the throne room, footsteps echoing, loud and empty, across the large room. Squaring his broad shoulders, he cocks his head slightly and finger-combs the fluffy, messy curls into place. He curses under his breath as one ringlet keeps curling weirdly in front of his ear and works on taming it, wishing he had some of that new jelly stuff Apollo uses.

He’s so engrossed in his hair that he doesn’t hear the large doors creaking open across the throne room. A single door cracks just the slightest and in slips the figure of a woman, the lights from the giant candle chandelier reflecting off the golden wreath atop her head. The big onyx jewel in the middle of the crown signifies her as queen of the Underworld, the gilded plants at the sides confirming her identity as the goddess of spring. She stands absolutely still at the door, leaning against it’s ginormous frame and watching the young man across the room mumble curses and fiddle with his short curls.

She knows his figure well– too well. It doesn’t take much to give away it’s Harry. The way he stands with his shoulders broad, the silk material of his toga hugging the taunt muscles of his back. The way he’s propped more on one leg than the other do to a back injury from taming his hell hound, Cerberus. The way his tan skin glints like copper, pulled tight over fit arms. Contrary to popular belief, Harry’s skin isn’t pale (underground kingdoms don’t exactly get the best sunlight) but rather a healthy golden tint. She’s not sure why, but she doesn’t question it; it’s a great look on him.

Out of everything, however, the one characteristic that stands out most of all is the way he gives off a certain cold aura that draws her own warm one towards him, as well as the way that every shadow created across the room seems to naturally obey his will, bending over him to cast a dark stain across his silhouette.

Y/N can feel his hollowness crawl across the room, sweeping over her like the waves of a relentless sea. There have been stories that the sheer strength of Harry’s presence has driven mortals to take their own lives do to the desolation he gives off. Being the ruler of death and destruction isn’t exactly a happy job and it’s burden had definitely taken its toll on him, but he had managed to find a way to stifle the vacancy.

That’s where Persephone came in. Her role as the goddess of spring meant that she was, quite literally, the physical embodiment of life and warmth, and thus his polar opposite. It was she that brought the proper seasons around for the mortals to do their harvesting in order to survive, and so it was she that could counteract the darkness Hades resonated.

And right now, she was about to take on the second role again and she couldn’t be happier.

Y/N allows the door to shut behind her, the loud sound of the two pieces of stone sliding into one another booming across the huge, quiet throne room.

Harry’s body freezes up, a sheen of ice materializing across his already cold blood. He can feel his black heart lodging into his throat, his nerves going haywire at her presence. He locks his gaze on her through the mirror, her body somewhat smaller across the large expanse of the walls. His emerald eyes twinkle unearthly, putting the shine of any actual emeralds to shame. One of his titles isn’t “the god of wealth and jewels” for nothing.

Hades turns slowly on his heels, facing Y/N fully. As he takes in her appearance, he can’t help the small, childish laugh that releases from his throat. She looks absolutely breathtaking, a pure white dress flaring out around her body, the shimmering fabric hugging her upper arms as delicate golden chains lay across the tops of her shoulders. A certain glow seems to swell around her, so warm and buttery it makes the candles seem dim. And all Harry can think is, there she is, all beautiful and stunning and all mine.

His feet are moving before he’s even stopped admiring her, walking briskly in her direction. Each step seems to shake the ground, the indescribable mixture of emotions that churns within him finding an outlet in every bound he takes. Y/N takes off too, walking with a certain grace to her that makes his heart melt. They meet in the middle of the room, both slightly out of breath and smiling like fools. He reaches a ring-clad hand out to her, cupping her jaw and swiping his thumb across her supple cheek. Electricity sizzles through their point of contact, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up to the tips. Every cell in his body is screaming to feel her’s, the slight touch setting forward a chain reaction of sensations coursing through his veins.

To his sudden surprise, she lunges first, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing the living daylights out of him. His arms unfreeze from their shock, instinctively wrapping around her waist, face burrowing into the slope of her neck and he takes a deep breath, eyes watering with happiness as the scent of sun and flowers and just life fills his drowning lungs. They tumble back a few feet, giggling like children as Harry spins her around, dress whooshing happily through the air. She cups his face, kissing his forehead softly and he can feel her gentle smile spread across his skin.

He sets her on the ground carefully, pulling her into his strong chest and kissing the top of her head lovingly. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. So, so much.”

“Me too.” Her voice is, for the kick of the joke, like the first breath of spring – it refreshes him, filling every crevice of his body with light.

Harry pulls back, leaning down to prop their foreheads together, staring into her caring eyes and grinning like an idiot. His dimples pop into place and she laughs, reaching up to poke at them playfully.

“You cut your hair!” She exclaims in awe, running her hands through the short locks and twisting them around her fingers. “It looks amazing, Har. Handsome as ever.”

“Y'think so? Was scared you wouldn’t like it…” He mumbles shyly, looking away in embarrassment.

“You look as incredible as any celestial being ever could.” Y/N nudges his shoulder, kissing his cheek.

He blushes (because that’s the perfect thing for the god of the deceased to do) and grabs her hands, intertwining their fingers together. “So you wanted to have a heartfelt chat with me, is that it? That’s why you turned down ambrosia squares?”

Y/N returns his jesting smirk, nodding her head. “Yes, that’s why. But also, it’s because I wanted some alone time with you and I want to be able to–” she leans into his ear, her words causing a shiver down his spine–“scream and have no one hear me.”

Harry immediately stiffens up, staring at her with wide eyes because she’s rarely the most needy in the relationship, and having her practically jump into his pants as soon as she sees him is a new experience for him. She gazes up at him with hooded eyes, slipping the left sleeve of her dress further down her arm. She presses forward, lips latching to Harry’s like he’s a lifeline.

“Already?” He murmurs against her mouth, feeling her hands grasping wildly at his groin and he hisses quietly at her eagerness. “You’ve barely been here five minutes, love. A bit shameful, don’t y'think? And also, I thought–”

He gets cut off by Y/N sliding her tongue down his throat, her teeny whines causing his knees to disintegrate. “Bet you’ve only gotten bigger than before. Longer, thicker– fuck, just thinking about it makes me wanna come.”

Harry pulls away, gently detaching her from him and looking down at her with slight confusion because it’s all so sudden and unexpected.

“Are you sure you want to do this now? I thought we could wait a bit, y'know? Do something romantic, like a big feast for two and then walk through your gardens for a bit! Bathe afterwards and just let natural instincts take their course.” He hates himself for being such a sap with her but he can’t help it. And her letter had suggested she wanted this type of welcome so he had been looking forward to it.

“Harry, I love you and I absolutely want to do all of those things,” Y/N stares directly into his face with the biggest doe-eyes he’s ever seen, chewing at the corner of her mouth as her eyes flicker to his reddened lips and he can sense how desperate she is. “But I’ve been horny from the second I set foot on the first stair of the palace. I just can’t hold off. I just…I want you to fuck me, Har. Right here, right now. Please?”

He blinks at her for a couple of seconds, weighing in what she’s saying. He decides to go with it, fingers sliding the golden chains from her shoulders as she continues clutch his neck. “Alright, kitten. I understand.”

He stops when the dress is about to expose her chest. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

Harry grins coyly, poking fun at her. “Like I said, s'really only been, like, five minutes. No shame, hm?”

“Not at all, considering you haven’t been in me in barely six months.” She quips back sarcastically, shoving one hand up his toga all of the sudden and squeezing him hard, revering in his breathy whimper, which she stifles with her mouth.

“Now take me.” She whispers into the heavy kiss, reaching up to pop the emblem open so that she could pull down his toga to where it pools at his banded waist.

And that’s exactly what Harry does. He takes her right then and there, in front of his throne, with both of her wrists pinned down to the cold marble floor, her dress hiked up her creamy thighs and her breasts swelling out of her garment, crowns discarded besides an alter. He throws her legs around his hips, bucking into her roughly as she gives small gasps of pleasure, his cock pulsing against her softness. He’s bent over her, whispering dirty promises into her ear as he pinches her clit, grinning triumphantly into her neck.

“Tha’s my girl, yeah? Baby’s been gone and hasn’t had a good fucking in months, hm? Wants Daddy to take her right here? Want me to fuck a new sense into you, darling?” Harry’s voice is low and strained as he works on keeping himself from coming, all of those weeks of using his hand being nothing compared to her warmth and tightness. “Fuck, it’s been ages. You’re…you’re so good for me.”

Harry means that in every sense of the thought. Y/N’s good for him because she brings out the best qualities in his death-ridden heart, and she’s good for him in a sensual fashion, breaking him down molecule by molecule and stripping him of his sanity. She’s his complete opposite and he wouldn’t have the same spark with any other person.

Y/N wriggles her wrists in his hold, whining as she arches her back to be closer to him, wanting to be enveloped by his whole body. Harry releases her hands, which immediately go to his shoulders as his arms wrap under her lower back. She snakes her arms across them and down his back, digging her nails into the tight muscles under his toga, throwing her head back and letting out a loud, cracked moan. “Harry, I’m– fuck, you’re amazing.”

Harry licks a stripe up her throat, kissing at her chin as her legs spasm against his hips. “Such a good girl for me, Y/N. Such a tight, sweet little thing…Missed you s'much– missed this so much.”

“F…Fuck me,” she whispers, her voice feathery and desperate.

Harry reaches above her, hands wrapping around the thick legs of his throne, the solid celestial bronze nailed down into the floor so that the chair works as a reinforcement. He pulls upward, arms flexing alluringly as he thrusts hard into Y/N, causing her to scream out.

“Want– to– make–you–feel–so good.” Harry grits out with every slam, head dropping down to allow him to peck chaste kisses onto her swollen lips. The sweat is making his eyes bleary and causing curls to stick to his forehead, but he doesn’t care. She’s here, pliant and slick and begging him for it and nothing else is important other than her.

A meek whine comes from Y/N, her head turning to give Harry access to her neck. He sucks the skin into his mouth, teething until he sees mauve and purple bruises blossom across her delicate throat. He’s panting against her jaw, small choking sounds scratching his throat raw as his thighs clench with every thrust.

“Did you…?” Hades swallows thickly, his sentence cut off by his mouth falling open as she gives a hard squeeze around his length. “Gods, jus’ like that, pet. Squeeze me nice and snug– tha’s it, kitten. So good for me, hm?”

Y/N nods vigorously, hands diving into the hair along his neck and she yanks him closer, noses nudging and breathing mingling. “So big, H. You’re so fucking big and it’s been so long and–”

Harry quiets her with one of his hands, his thumb sliding into the dip of her rough tongue. His gaze is trained on her face, watching as her eyes lull shut as she moans wetly around the digit.

“Suck for me. Can you do that?” Hades mumbles, biting onto his lower lip with fervor as she wraps her plump lips around the circumference of his finger.

“Mmm…” Y/N hums groggily and he can feel the tug of his skin in her mouth as she sucks excitedly, eyes fluttering open all wide and innocent.

“Shit, Y/N, just– just fuck me.” He whimpers brokenly, licking up her jaw to nibble at her left earlobe.

“Feels incredible…” She glubs over his thumb, tiny hiccups of pleasure bouncing against the far walls of the room with every hard slam Harry gives his hips. One of her hands fumbles with the one in her mouth, tugging at it weakly.

He lets her take it, watching as she presses it to her right breast, taking the same wet thumb and passing it over her nipple a couple of times. The shutter that racks her spine leaves her feeling lightheaded and airy, and she gives an encouraging hum. Harry adapts to her request, releasing his hard hold on the leg of the throne and using both hands to cup her chest, bringing them together and giving a long lap to each pebbled nipple. He uses his forefinger along with his thumb, tweaking the tiny nubs and staring at her, mesmerized by the face of sheer rapture her features mold into.

Hades leans down, pressing his warm, wet lips to her ear, his exhales causing her skin to grow red with need. “Did you touch yourself?”

Persephone hesitates for a second, and then nods bashfully.

He grins, humming with amusement. “How often?”

“Almost every night…” Her answer is soft and wistful, as if recalling a fond memory.

He teethes the curve of the shell of her ear, blowing on the wet patch it leaves. “Me too.”

She gasps gently as he gives a hard push and doesn’t relent back, keeping her on edge. The worn marble ground bites at his knees as he remains stationary, buried to the hilt inside her. His fingers pinch the buds of her breasts harder, his body in love with the way she thrashes against him.

“Sometimes I couldn’t sleep,” he continues, voice sultry and low, like blood-red velvet. “I would toss and turn all night, finally just laying on my stomach and staring at the tall headboard, all hot and hard. There would be nights where my hand just wasn’t good enough, so I’d grind my hips into the mattress, holding your pillow close so I could smell you as I did my best to come.”

Y/N’s breathing has gotten faster, her hips wiggling from side to side to try and pry her own pleasure from his unrelenting cock. He won’t move and she can feel him twitching inside her and she needs him to keep fucking her. But he won’t– he’s getting off way more from torturing her with his words.

“Harry, please. Wanna come…” Her eyes are swelling with tears from how destressed she’s grown, her hands grabbing his sharp jaw in her palms so she can force him to see how wrecked she is.

He simply smirks, ignoring her pleading. “Sometimes it would hit me while I was bathing. Those didn’t take as long though– the warm water helped a lot. I’d just rub one out nice and quick, leaning against the cold wall and gasping out your name, imagining your pretty little mouth taking me all the way in.”

Y/N is a shaking disaster, her hands hugging him to her so hard he was sure she was unknowingly tapping into her godly strength. Her gaze is set on the extravagant chandelier above them, all of the multicolored jewels embedded around different curved rails reflecting a kaleidoscope of shades onto their connected bodies. The flames of the candles on the source of light seem to grow dimmer, her eyesight getting more and more blurry by the second as she feels her release bubbling and churning at the pit of her stomach, clawing at anything it can get, which includes her ability to see straight. The cold floor against her backside suddenly becomes prominent, the contrasting temperatures making her head swim with ecstasy.

“Tell me about it.” Harry wraps one of his arms fully under her lower back, the other reaching up to stroke his knuckles against her cheekbone. He cups his fingers under chin and jaw, thumbing over her cheek and lips, infatuated with the ruby redness of her skin.

“I…I don’t–” Persephone begins weakly, shaking her head faster because she knows if she talks about it, she’ll implode entirely.

“Tell me, Y/N. Tell me how you fucked yourself with me in mind.” Hades slowly begins to push his hips back and forth again, euphoria inflating her muscles and causing her to yawp. “Just tell me and I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t even remember what you said.”

She swallows heavily, mouth slightly agape with shallow inhales and exhales. Her eyes refuse to meet his, focusing on the intricate designs of the wall instead. “I…I used my fingers–”

He interrupts spontaneously, turning her head forward so that their eyes are level. “Look at me. Want you looking at me when you confess all of the naughty things you did.”

She just nods her head docilely, chewing on her bottom lip as he begins to speed up, toga draping down his body loosely with his hair flopping around and his tan skin simmering to the touch. He breathes in deeply, opening them with leisure. The look behind them is predatory with nothing but sheer lust.

“Go on, then. What’d my baby girl do without me beside her?”

“I used my fingers.” Y/N repeats quietly, eyes rolling back into her head as Harry suckles along the subtle dip of her collarbones. “And I–fuck, I…rubbed myself.”

He nods encouragingly, moving to bite down on her lower lip, pulling it away and allowing it to snap back into place. “You miss my mouth any?”

She digs her nails harder into his back muscles, feeling them flex under her fingertips. “Yes. Wanted you doing it…”

“I’ll do one better.” Harry leans back onto his heels, grinding his hips so that his cock slicks in and out of her fast and hard. He places one arm behind him for balance, using the hand on the other to slap Y/N’s dripping clit. Her reaction is immediate, body arching off the ground as he forces her legs to stay down. He slaps faster, pinching every now and then and letting his head fall back, neck vein protruding across his clammy skin.

“Little longer, peach. Warm little cunt gonna make me come so hard. Gonna take all of me in there and love every drop, yeah?” Harry gives a particularly hard smack to her folds, grunting heavily as she cries out excitedly.

It doesn’t take long at all for her to release, body slumping into the cold, shiny ground with her brain floating around high above the ceiling with the chandelier. Harry coaxes her through it, falling forward again so that his forearms are on either side of her head as he presses his nose to the underside of her jaw, pooling light kisses and mumbling encouragement. His hair tickles her cheeks, the smell of cinnamon and sandalwood evading her nose and causing her to melt.

“Tha’s my girl. Squeeze fo’ me– little more, sweetheart, c'mon. Daddy’s got you.”

He rides out his own orgasm, gasping and mewling lightly as he feels his balls tightening and then release in a flush of warmth. He gasps out as he feels the first ribbon of come spurt out thickly, trickling into her steadily as he continues to fuck her limp body.

“Oh, Gods, I’m–oooh, fucking hell!” His eyes squeeze shut as his whole face crinkles in pleasure, a hand fisting her hair as his hips jerk spastically against her’s.

He slides the other hand under the backside of one of her knees, hiking it up until it’s at the level of her navel, opening her up fully to be filled completely. He sports a tiny, wistful smile, drunk off his climax as he nips across her chin and with each word, he thrusts the last couple of times. “So– fucking– hot.”

Harry pulls out slowly, hearing her whimper quietly at the sudden emptiness. He sees himself spilling out of Y/N and begins chuckling as if he were high off his ass, giggling against her chin and blinking up at her with shining, watery green irises, the tiny specks of gold winking like stars. “So full of me. Won’t be able to get me out of your veins for days. Y'smell like me already…”

He sneaks two fingers between her thighs, bringing them up to his mouth and licking at her dripping release. “So sweet fo’ me.”

“Need–” she swallows, moistening the sandpaper that is her throat and blinking the black spots from her sight. “Need a cool bath. And you and wine and cuddles.”

And who was he to deny her that? He pushes himself up onto wobbly feet, gaining stability soon enough. He adjusts his toga, clipping the emblem back together and tugging it loose around his legs. The sweat had really done a number on the silk cloth. Leaning down, he slides his arms under her back and legs, scooping her up bridal style. She wishes she could move, but she literally cannot feel her legs and she quite likes being a right “damsel in distress” for a little bit if it gets Harry to carry her up a flight of stairs and into a tub.

“You’re burning up and I don’t think it has to do with your godliness…” Harry coons playfully, voice echoing around the bathing chamber as he slips the soft shimmering fabric of her sleeves down her sweaty arms, kissing each of her shoulders gently. He buries his face in her neck as he eases her out of the dress fully, large hands coasting down her arms and around her waist to cup her bottom. He gives it a good squeeze, breaking into laughter when she gives a sudden jump. “Hundreds of years old and still got it.”

Y/N shoves his shoulder, glaring daggers at him as he shrugs it off like it’s nothing, attempting to hide his shit-eating grin. She dips into the cool, bubbling water of the obsidian tub, sinking down up to her nose.

Harry leans his shoulder against the chamber wall, a small, fond smile warming his lips. She stares up at him, blowing bubbles into the water and wiggling her eyebrows childishly.

He chuckles lightly. “Gods, I missed you. Don’t think I can express it enough.”

Y/N floats over and sits on the stone step that circles the inside circumstance of the small pool, patting the water next to her in a signal for him to join her.

“Can’t seem to stop getting me naked, can ya, love?” He unlaces his sandals, toeing them off as he undoes the golden rope around his waist that holds his toga to his body. He pulls the garment over his head, tossing it in the general direction of a marble bench.

He descends into the churning water, going under and paddling towards her. His head breaks the surface, hair matted to his neck and head, covering his face completely. Y/N pushes it back, revealing the silly face he’s making underneath. She draws him closer, sponging her lips to his nose and giggling as he scoops her into his lap, head cuddling against his strong chest.

Hades’ chin rests atop Persephone’s wet hair as he caresses her back, feeling his heart swell in his chest. The couple sit there for a while, naked bodies pressed together, yet there is nothing sexual about it anymore. It’s innocent and sweet, filled with stories about their time apart and splash fights and Harry’s stupid jokes that Y/N rolls her eyes at but secretly loves. And Harry sits there, staring down at her laughing face with her nose scrunched up and her teeth showing and he knows he would never stop loving her.

Not in a thousand years, which he freely has to spare.

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A/N: ahhhHHHHHH HADES HARRY IS MY FAVORITE THING. I hope you guys like this! I haven’t been writing much lately and I apologize for that but I’m trying to get back into a routine of it :-) thank you so much for reading and for your patience and support and feel free to drop by my inbox with opinions❤️☺️

- Andrea :)

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Sweater Weather (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Requested by side-angel: “Can I request one of Ethan? Maybe a cute one where he teaches you how to snowboard on vacation?” Word Count: 1,860 Warnings: None. A/N: So I was already planning on doing something like this since I did Hawaii Loving. Title is from TNBH’s song. I’ve never gone snowboarding before, don’t judge me if I got something wrong 😂 Hope you like it xx

Your hands were freezing even though the gloves you had pulled on were thick, and you had fallen on your butt more times than you could count on two hands. Ethan found it hilarious though, he’d take pictures of you pouting, claiming it was only for his eyes and not for the social medias. You believed him, of course, but that still didn’t stop you from feeling bad that you couldn’t stay on the board for more than a few seconds before sliding off course or falling face first into the snow.

“Can we test out the hot tub in our cabin, please?” You asked, sighing as you bunched up snow in your hands, squeezing it into a ball between your palms.

Ethan laughed and walked over to you, slipping his hands underneath your armpits to pull you up into a standing position. He brought up a hand to brush his gloved thumb underneath your eye, wiping away melted snow.

“Let’s try one more time, and if you still can’t get a grip on it then we’ll do something else and save the snowboarding for tomorrow.” He said and raised his eyebrows in question. You frowned and nodded with a sigh.

“Fine,” you agreed reluctantly and reached down to unclasp the straps from your feet, slipping the board underneath your arm. Ethan made a pleased noise in the back of his throat, lips pulling into a smile as he followed you to the ski lift. “Just know, though, that I was planning on bathing topless. I guess that’s not happening now.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Ethan reached out an arm, placing it in front of your chest so you halted your steps. His lips were shaped like an ‘o’ and it made you giggle. “That’s not fair, you know.”

You tried to look innocent as you leaned up on your toes, getting close to his face.

“I know baby, but life isn’t fair.” You whispered, pecking his lips before presuming your path to the lift, careful not to step in the way of someone snowboarding or skiing.

You could hear Ethan let out a small ‘hmpf’, the snow scrunching underneath his feet as he quickened his pace to catch up with you.

You settled down on the lift, smiling at Ethan who was settling down beside you. He placed his arm around you, pulling you in to press his lips to your temple. You closed your eyes, wishing that you could stay like that forever. You had never felt more happier than you did when you were with Ethan. He made you feel courageous, stronger, like you could handle anything that was thrown your way. And he supported you in everything you decided to do, what more could you ask from him, really?

You jumped off your seats as the lift reached your spot on the small hill and you mentally prepared yourself to fall flat on your face again. Ethan took one look at your face, laughing out loud.

“It’s gonna be fine, babe. I wouldn’t let you die.” He teased and you glared at him, sitting down on the snow to fasten the board, reaching your arms out so Ethan could pull you up to your feet.

He instructed you once again, repeating terms that you frankly didn’t understand but went along with anyway, hoping that you wouldn’t mess up again. He guided you into the right position, pressing a quick kiss to your cold, flushed cheek in a good luck before telling you to go.

You tried to hold in your small yelps of panic as you slid down the hill, feeling yourself waning to the left so you pulled yourself into a position that wouldn’t have you falling face first. You slowed down to a stop eventually and your mouth fell open in shock, realizing that you had done it. Ethan was shouting a few feet away, at the top of the hill and you turned around with your arms stretched above your head.

“I did it!” You screamed out loud and he whooped, making several heads turn towards him. It made you laugh out loud.

“That’s my baby! She did it!” He yelled, pointing at you and you blushed.

He calmed down eventually, boarding down the hill without any difficulty and much faster than you did, even putting his own twist at the end.

“Show off,” you rolled your eyes with a smile and he laughed.

“After that awesome stunt you pulled, I had to do something equally as cool.” He said, pushing his goggles to his forehead and you pushed at his chest, laughing out loud.

“All I did was literally slide down the hill. I looked like Bambi on ice!”

Ethan grinned, pulling you in for a hug. “A very beautiful Bambi.”

“You’re too good to me,” you smiled, nuzzling your face against his chest. “Can we go get some food now, all that face planting made me hungry.”

Ethan’s chest rumbled as he let out a booming laugh, and you couldn’t help but smile at the gorgeous sound filling your ears.

After you had gotten food in a cozy restaurant located in the main cabin of the resort, you hunted down a café. It didn’t take long to find one, so you ordered hot chocolate and settled in your chairs in front of each other.

“I really wanna do some ice-skating tomorrow, that rink looked gorgeous.” You said, fishing out a marshmallow with your small spoon out of your mug.

Ethan hummed in agreement, “Definitely. Are you gonna be okay out on the rink or do I need to hold your hand?”

You gaped at him and he hid his laughter behind his hand, body shaking as he giggled.

“I’m going to actually kick your butt.” You said, feigning offense.

He gasped in mock shock, placing his hand on his heart. “You would never! You love it too much.”

You stuck out your tongue at him, kicking him softly under the table.

“I wonder what my fans would think about you abusing me, like this.” He joked and laughed out in panic as you went to kick him a bit harder in the shin. “Ow!”

“I’d kill and bury you, then tell everyone that you were abducted.” You said, placing your elbow on the table, resting your head on the palm of your hand.

“Ooh, baby, talk dirty to me.” He huskily whispered out, leaning in so you were a few inches apart.

You snorted out a small laugh, shaking your head.

“You’re insufferable,” you murmured, but the fondness in your voice said otherwise. “I love you.”

Ethan caught his lower lip between his teeth as if to stop his smile from growing three sizes bigger than his face.

“And I love you.”

The outside jacuzzi was just what you needed to finish off your adventurous day. It was located on your cabin’s balcony, already on and bubbling softly with steam whirling. Ethan was already inside, clad in his red swim shorts and hair wet, plastered to his face. You had put on your normal black bikini and was just standing inside, admiring him as he tapped away on his phone, facing you.

As you stepped outside, a cold wind blew past and you shivered, goosebumps rising on your skin. Ethan looked up as the hardwood floor creaked under your foot, and his eyes roamed up and down your body.

“I don’t believe that you’re my girlfriend,” he said, eyes shining in amusement, watching you dip your feet into the tub.

“Oh? Who am I then?” You asked, playing along.

He stood up, “I have no idea, but I’d like to get my hands on you.”

He watched as you dipped in your whole body into the scorching water, gasping at the temperature change. You reached for him, hands itching to touch his delicious looking body.

“I won’t say no to that.” You giggled, placing your petite hands on each side of his neck, bringing him down for a kiss.

It started out slow, lips moving together. Ethan inhaled sharply through his nose, winding his muscular arms around your waist to pull you in so your bodies touched. You let out a small moan at the contact, letting your hands find their way up his hair, grasping at the strands. You watched as he pulled away an inch or two, mouth falling open in a small moan as you pulled at his hair, immediately diving in to suck kisses on your jaw. You tightened your grip on his hair as he moved down to your throat, sucking a mark into your skin that you knew would bruise. He swept his tongue over the swollen skin, and before you had time to react he had caressed your back with his hands slowly, pulling at the knot of your bikini so it would loosen up. You gasped as he spun you around, lifting you up so you were sitting on the edge of the hot tub. He pressed a searing kiss to your lips, muffling your gasps of air, before trailing down your neck, to your collarbone, pressing kisses as he reached to in between your breasts.

You watched him in awe, feeling love filling you up from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Ethan breathed out, placing kisses on your stomach and you pulled back slightly, making him stop and look up.

His pupils were blown, lust written all over his face, lips bruised and pink, shining with water and saliva. His face was flushed and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He was yours.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. His hands came back to hold your sides protectively, scanning your face for any signs of discomfort.

You bit back a smile, “No, absolutely not. You’re perfect.”

Ethan’s lips widened in a smile and you smiled back. With the help of your hand, you guided him back to your lips, kiss much more tender and chaste this time.

“I love you, my gorgeous girl.” He murmured, pressing small pecks to your lips.

“And I love you. So, so much.” You whispered. “I love your eyebrows..”

You paused, pecking his right eyebrow, making him close his eyes.

“Your eyes,” kiss. “That adorable nose of yours,” kiss.

You went on to his cheek, “Your cheeks,” kiss. “And that incredible jaw of yours.”

You brought your hand up to place it on his chest that was heaving with every slow breath he took, right above his beating heart.

“And I love this.”

He opened his eyes, looking at you.

“I’ll never stop loving you. Even when my heart stops beating, I’ll still love you like the first day I saw you.” He murmured, stroking my cheek with his trembling hand.

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. Seconds later, you felt his lips against yours, barely a kiss; it was more of a brush. But it was enough for you to know that you’d do anything for him. You’d love him until the day you stopped breathing.

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Chapter 32: Hugo.

Chapter 32: Hugo. "Woah... We made it!" The two were now looking out into a shore, which looked as if someone had dropped some crystals into it. Alair was in the lead, excited to have reached the new area. He walked over to the shore, sitting by it and taking a peek into it. He leaned over slightly to get a better glance. The floor was encrusted in glimmering pastel blue sand. There were gentle shards of crystals dancing around the ocean floor and the waves that had lapped against the shore was perfectly clear, looking as if it were made of glass. A new image had came to his mind. There was someone sitting right next to him, placing their hand into the water. It was then that Alair had pushed the person into the clear water within his memory. Alair chuckled at the thought alone. He chuckled, until he had found himself plunging into the water headfirst. There was another memory. Alair had jumped in after the person and pulled them back up to the surface. The person laughed, splashing water in his face. As soon as the memory faded away, Alair resurfaced to look back at the shore. Etalt was sitting there, looking surprisingly innocent. She had a relaxed expression on her face, seemingly about to sneer. "You little..." Alair chuckled slightly. He reached his hand out to grab her arm. At once, Exalt had started to struggle wildly, "HEY, WHAT ARE YOU-" With a splash, Etalt had fallen right in. She resurfaced before flinging some of the water at him, "Lil prick..." "Hey, lower your sodium levels!" "Na..." There was a sneer that came across Alair's face, "How much puns are you hiding up your sleeve?" "Easy. None!" Even though it should've been something Alair would've been happy about, he was rather puzzled, "You're seeming a bit more happier than usual..." "Well, I'm not smiling so..." "Right, right..." With one glance at the cave's entrance, some consideration had tapped at Alair's mind, "Hey, what now? They're still not here." "They'll find their way," Etalt had gotten out of the water and on to the shore, "They're not stupid. After all, they have lizard-breath and witch mom on their side." With a now soaked hand, Alair had dragged himself out of the water, "Witch mom, huh? That's new." "Eh, I've decided that it was time to b-" It wasn't a new thing, but Etalt's sentence was interrupted as an intense wind blew by them. The wind alone had made Alair shiver out of control, but a screeching force from it had sent Alair tumbling over... literally. Alair took the time to see what had knocked him over. It was Fabian. Fabian was cold to the bone and shivering more intensely than Alair was. He clung on, tighter than the gluttonous monster had. His eyes seemed shut tightly, having no intention of opening anytime soon. When looking at some distance that wasn't too far off, Logan could be seen dusting off his clothes. He bent down, hastily picking up the blue device he always carried around. "Woah, hey... You're just on time," Alair patted Fabian on the head, "Now... Can you let go of me?" Fabian slowly cracked open an eye. He clung on to Alair tighter, "Alair!!" "Agh... T-That's starting to hurt..." Alair wheezed, being unable to breath from the hug, "Hhhaaaappy to see you, too... can't breaaaahhh..." "O-Oh!" Fabian pulled himself right away from Alair, "I-I'm sorry!" A laugh had came from Logan, who was now walking over to the three, "Looks like that story worked!" "Y-You didn't have to tell me that!!" Fabian sobbed a little halfway. "Hey, you know what they said back in our days?" Logan bent down, patting Fabian's shoulder, "'It was just a prank!'" Etalt snorted, reaching out a hand to help Up Fabian, "Hooligan, don't you remember who you're dealing with?" "I forgot in there! It just happens, just like my friend would say!" Logan couldn't help but stifle a laugh. He reached out a hand to Alair, who took it quickly, "You okay?" Alair nodded, "Yeah, but... How'd you two make it out?" "I'll make this explanation quick," Logan rubbed the spot below his eye, "Fabian can control anything wind or air related and shadows. I basically had to give him a nice little scare to get him to launch us out of there." "Nerd," Etalt muttered. "That's actually pretty smart," Alair murmured, "You're lucky you didn't break any bones out here." "Oh, yeah. I didn't really put that into consideration... I didn't think it'd hurt that much..." Logan rubbed the back of his head, "But never mind that. We're going to see Hugo." Fabian looked over at Logan, "Hugo? Don't... you... mean..." "Yes, the hacker kid who broke into the theater system just to change the Emoji Movie to How To Train Your Dragon. His parents haven't been there in a while." "Wait, how old is this 'Hugo'?" Alair questioned. "You'll see," Etalt snorted again. She faced Logan, "So you think we should bail on the others just to visit that kid?" "Well, they'll probably take a while in there," Logan said, "As you can probably see... We all got separated when we leapt or fell into those potholes..." "Did you almost break your back?" Etalt couldn't help but attempt to hold back what seemed to be laughter. "Prick..." Logan muttered, "If Fabian wasn't there, then I would've." Fabian tried to give an appreciative laugh, once again failing to do so genuinely. "Okay... Okay, well... Uh..." Alair shifted his feet, "I guess we can go without them, but how will they know where we are?" "Still got that green Anamnesis Pearl?" Etalt asked. "Mhm. Right in my bag." "Good. Keep it. I hope you remember how to contact em with it." "Oh, right! Yeah, I remember now!" Alair had walked next to Etalt, "Alright... Logan, lead the way." Silently, Logan walked ahead with the three following behind. Slowly but surely, they were starting to approach a nearby town. "This place can become really cold during the winter," Logan stated, "Well, as you can see from the snow over there." "Life in Glister Bay isn't too bad," Etalt said, "If you're one for the peaceful life, then go here. If you're okay with more noise but more opportunities and places to go to, then Glister City is where you'd rather be." "But... You probably wouldn't want to go to the Glister region because of Raika and another threat." "Raika isn't too bad, really... Until you set her off." Just the feeling of knowing that they would be meeting Raika soon had crushed the insides of Alair's stomach, "So... How do I even approach her?" Etalt snorted again, "Rule number one: Don't make her cry." "You wanna die?" Logan asked, "Because that's how you die." "Raika... just... creates storms or floods when she starts crying," Fabian added quietly, "But... it's all unintentional! I know it is..." "Of course. Ya can't really blame her for being something she didn't wanna be," Etalt stated, "I mean I'd also hate to be in her position right now." "Huh. She wouldn't freeze off my face, would she?" Alair quietly questioned. The image that had came to mind made him jerk out of pure disturbance. He shook off the thought. "Like I said... only if you set her off," Etalt said. "What exactly sets her off?" "Let's see..." It looked as if Etalt were about to reach into her pocket for a full list that would drag on for miles. She didn't, thankfully, "Her friends getting hurt, getting hurt herself, dropping her ice cream, humanity in general..." "Uh... How do I NOT make her cry?" "Easy. Don't be an Andrew." "You mean..." "Yes, the redneck prick who got torn limb by limb." "Ehh... Understood." Throughout the walk, they all talked about some good areas to go to around the town. They shared a few laughs, except Etalt didn't do so much and Fabian was unable to do so normally. It was mostly Alair talking with Logan. Although Alair was caught up in the conversation with Logan, he couldn't help but look over at both Etalt and Fabian. The two were muttering things to each other, but it was inaudible. It was only now that Alair had realized that there were some others watching them. "Who are they?" Alair could hear from a masculine voice. "Don't know. Don't care. What the heck is that thing that girl is wearing?" A feminine voice had spoken. "She looks homeless... and so does the guy next to him." Logan turned to the people who talked, giving them a half blank stare. When Alair had turned in the same direction, the two conversing people had fallen silent. An atmosphere of fear could be felt around them. After he was sure that even a hushed whisper would come out of them, Logan had continued to walk along the sidewalk. "So, as I was saying..." Logan talked as if nothing had happened, "That's how a parabola works. Anymore questions?" Alair shook his head. "Better get a perfect on that Precalculus test." "I uh... Probably will," Alair said, "Have you ever considered being a teacher?" "Not really. I'm an engineer. I was the best in math." "Makes sense..." Alair looked back to check if the people were gone. He turned his head back to Logan as soon as he saw that they weren't there, "Hey, why did they look scared of you?" "I'm not sure," Logan muttered, "But it's probably because of the rumors going on about the creator living somewhere around the Glister region." "You know what the creator looks like?" "Of course not." "Of course... Shouldn't have asked." It was quiet for a small amount of time. Alair just couldn't find anything else to say after what he had experienced. It took him a little to actually say the first thing that came to mind. "...We're almost there, right?" "Mhm. Only a little bit..." They finally had stopped at an average sized house. It was white with a brown roof on it. It did look somewhat similar to Fabian's house, with the exception of it being taller and less daunting. Alair looked at the house, from the ground to the roof, "Etalt, doesnt this look a bit like that house in Gustswept Town?" Etalt nodded, "Nothing to worry about here, though. There's no crazy mutilated creatures out to kill you." "What a relief..." Logan walked up to the steps before knocking on the door. From the side of the door, a small circular object had popped out. "Passcode, please," a voice covered with static had buzzed out. A square that looked like a phone's dialing screen had popped out from the side of the door. Logan brought his hand up before pushing on a few numbers. The square had withdrawn right back into the wall. "You can come in." The door had opened with a popping sound. "Follow closely," Logan said before walking in. The three had followed along. Every time Alair or Fabian had tried to touch something, Etalt would pull on their hoods. Logan had finally stopped at the room before knocking on the door. "Knock knock." A voice had buzzed out again, "Who is it?" "Logan." Not even a minute after Logan's reply, the door had swung open. Logan had walked in, followed by the others. The room was very neat and organized. If someone were to look at certain places, they would see many gadgets and machines around the room. At the end of the room was a chair and many screens opened up. On the screen was what looked like a FPS shooting game. "So, what is this? Some hacker or something that'll somehow help us find the creator?" Alair chuckled. "Score!!" Two arms and a controller had came into view. It wasn't even the arms that had caused Alair to jump, but rather the sudden scream. Logan walked up to the chair, before placing a hand on it, "Hey." The chair had turned. Alair's jaw had dropped at the sight. The person's hair was black, being somewhat curly. He seemed to be slightly dark skinned, even though Alair could've sworn it to be just because of the lighting. His eyes were brown. He seemed to be slightly chubby, as Alair himself would've described it. None of those features were what had caught him off guard. It was the fact that he was literally a kid. "Hey! 'Sup?" the kid had flashed a grin at Logan before holding up his hand for a high five. "Just guiding these guys around. How has theater hacking been recently?" "Great! But the security was trying to find out who did it." Alair and Fabian could only watch in pure disbelief. "Holly said he was able to hack... But I didn't think he'd be this young!" Fabian had exclaimed. "Hey, this is Hugo," Logan had said. "Logan..." Alair called hesitantly, "H-How... old is this kid?" "Oh, Hugo? He's twelve." Etalt snorted, "Looks like this kid's computer screens are brighter than your future!" Alair sulked slightly, "I didn't need to know that..." he shook his head, "S-So... What do you do in your spare time?" "I hack things or play games when I'm bored," Hugo said. "Hm? What games?" "A lot!" "Hm... Doesn't really answer my question, but okay..." Alair had said, "Where are your parents?" Etalt had immediately kicked Alair's heel, causing Alair to make a sound that was similar to a dying puppy. "Oh, they went out on a business trip!" Hugo answered quickly. "Well, Hugo knows some stuff about the Bounded Viabilities since he's friends with Holly," Logan patted Hugo's back, "You mind telling them?" "Oh! Yeah! I'm friends with Holly!" Hugo smiled more at the mention of the familiar name, "So... What do you wanna know?" "Well..." Alair bit his lip a little, "...The creator. Do you know anything about them?" "Yes! Holly told me stuff about them!" Hugo replied, "I think the creator is actually a kid like me... Maybe twelve or fifteen... I don't know, but they sound like a kid!" "What'd she tell you?" "The creator likes art and music. They also probably wear b-" "Hang on, wait..." Logan looked down at Hugo, "Is the creator by any chance familiar with the other Bounded Viabilities?" "I think so..." Logan looked over at Alair, "Well, that's a clue." "Familiar with other Bounded Viabilities... Around twelve to sixteen years old... Likes art and music..." Alair looked at Fabian, who quickly shook his head. Fabian spoke very quickly, "Don't look at me! I-I didn't do anything and I'm seventeen!" "Well, there's no other Bounded Viabilities here," Alair stated, "Anything else?" "Oh... I promised Holly to keep it a secret!" Hugo had said, "Are you guys going to Raika?" "Mhm." "Oh, then you need to know this!" Hugo sat up, "Etalt, I see you!" Etalt looked up from her stares at the ground. It was as if she were daydreaming, "Yes, kid?" "Can you tell that guy that story you told me?" "Hey... We shouldn't te-" "We should," Logan said, "He survived Holly's pet. He survived Fabian's nightmare illusion. He survived Dunn's attack. I know he'll survive whatever Raika's gonna send after him, so why not tell him?" Etalt stayed quiet. "Fine. You don't want to tell them? I'll tell them myself," Logan cleared his throat, "There was a-" "There were two little girls and a guy. The guy died. One of the girls left the other for her boyfriend. The remaining girl cried and died. The end," Etalt rolled her eyes right after her interruption, "Just do it another time." "Rude." "I know." "This is why people try to stay away from you." "At least I don't scare people when I look at them." Both Etalt and Logan had proceeded to quarrel again. Fabian whispered to Alair, "Sssso... you haven't heard the story of the creator..?" "Is it the one about wishes?" Alair replied, "If it is, then I know it." "B-But have you ever... heard what h-happens to the p-people who go... there...?" Alair had noted that Fabian was starting to stutter. He gulped, "Okayyy... No." "You've... never h-heard of K-Kalei, have you...?" "Kalei?? That's the name of my dad's friend!" "H-Huh? Really?!" Fabian exclaimed, "She... made a d-deal with the c-creator... Or who they c-call 'Wish.'" "Wish? That's a bit of a weird name..." Alair muttered, "I dunno... My dad said she's been missing for a while." "THAT'S WHY!" Fabian had screeched, "SHE'S BEEN GONE BECAUSE SHE MADE A DEAL WITH WISH!!" Everyone in the room was looking at Fabian. Yes, even Etalt and Logan who had stopped their argument to watch Fabian. Fabian had nervously giggled. "You're talking about Wish?" Etalt had inquired. "Yep... Know anything about em?" Alair asked. "Of course. I even know what happened to Sally and those related boys." "...Are they also victims to..." "Yes," Etalt said, "They all died by the way." "Wow, morbid much..." Alair muttered. Logan looked back at Hugo, "Hey, sorry if this trip didn't go as planned. Mind convincing that hoodlum to let us into Glister City?" "Hoodlum?" Hugo repeated, "Oh! You mean that person who keeps going to the Glister City theater's horror movies and laughing at them?" "Yes." "No problem!" Hugo had swiveled his seat around before typing a few things into the keyboard, "That person is weird, though... They even asked me if I thought that happy endings existed." "People are weird nowadays..." Alair sighed, "Don't worry. They'll grow away in time." "Really?" Etalt raised an eyebrow, "'Grow away?'" "Hey, I couldn't think of anything better! Don't be judgemental!" "Hey! I sent it!" Hugo called from the seat. He stood up from it after putting his controller down, "I can go with you if you want!" "No," Logan had placed a hand on Hugo's shoulder, "Stay here. It's gonna be a da-" "Yes. Go with us," Etalt had interrupted once again. "Hey, he might die out there!" "Yeah, but we have Holly with us." "But she's a Bounded Viability!" "We have three other Bounded Viabilities and a witch. What other protection do we need?" "But still!" "I think I'm on board with bringing him along," said Alair. Logan looked at him in total disbelief. "R-Right... We're all here to protect him!" Fabian spoke. Logan groaned, "Fine, but I'm leaving it to you guys to watch him." "Fine by me!" Alair had laughed. "Bring it, then," Etalt's eyes slightly narrowed at Logan. Logan glared right back at her. The two were now in a staring contest that made them seem as if they were about to wring out each other's necks. "G-Guys! Guys!" Fabian called, "L-Let's go then, okay...?" Logan broke his state and faced Hugo, "Okay... You can come. Go get your stuff ready." Hugo nodded before going through his closets and all. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Alair muttered to Fabian. "HAHAHAHA...." Fabian forced out a laugh, "O-Of course not!"

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Do you prefer bar or liquid soap?

I usually use bar soap, I find liquid soap runs out too fast.

When was the last time you wore your favourite article of clothing?

I don’t think I have a favourite article of clothing.

Where was your Facebook profile picture taken?

My bedroom.

Do your parents smoke?

They did when I was little.

Would you rather bake cookies or a potato?

Cookies. I’m not a fan of potatoes.

Do you live close to a park?

The waterfowl park is more or less across the street.

Is your favourite animal endangered?

As far as I know wolves aren’t endangered.

Have you eaten pizza in the last week?

Surprisingly no.

Who was the last person you added to your contacts list?

Uuuum...I honestly couldn’t tell you.

How long does it take you to shower?

15 minutes to half an hour, depending on if I have to shave or if I feel like washing my hair.

Do you prefer a brand of bottled water over others, or is it all the same?

Evian is the best, but it’s so pricey.

Have you used Wikipedia today?

Yeah.

How many pens can you see from where you’re sitting?

Two.

What is your current desktop background?

Turks & Caicos.

Have you ever been stung by a bee or a wasp?

Bees.

How many schools have you been to in your lifetime?

One elementary school, two high schools, one university.

What is the middle name of the last person you texted?

I can’t remember.

Are you of legal age in your country?

Have been for 4 years.

Why did you last visit a doctor?

Idk, it’s been awhile.

Would you prefer an ice cream cake or a regular cake?

Ice cream please.

How old is your best friend?

22.

Do you carry pain relievers with you at all times?

I usually take Advil everywhere with me just in case.

Where is your mother right now?

Home.

What was the last thing to make you smile?

My Deadpool ringtone.

Generally speaking, do you prefer sweet or savoury?

Savoury.

When did you last go outside, and what for?

I was outside when I was carrying my groceries from my car to the building.

What colour is your backpack?

Like a neon yellow-green.

What search engine do you usually use?

Google.

How much did the shirt you’re wearing cost?

I don’t really know, it’s a sweater that used to belong to my dad.

Do you know anyone who gives way too many hugs?

Yep.

What time do you usually wake up on Sundays?

10ish.

Have you whispered today?

nope.

What is something that is bothering you right now? Missing someone I shouldn’t be missing.

Will you be in a relationship one month from now? It’s highly unlikely.

Who was the last person to see you cry? Whoever walked by me in the Superstore parking lot today. Do you drink bottled water? I do.

What was the last thing you drank? Pepsi. Do you hate the last person who called you? Some person at the Ford service desk, so no because I don’t technically know her. Where is your best friend right now? In PEI. Do you believe in love? Yeah, I believe it destroys you. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having? Depression. If you’re being extremely quiet, what does that mean? It could mean I’m sad, depressed, worried, anxious, annoyed, shy, etc. Last person of the opposite sex you texted single? Yeah. Tell me about the shirt you’re wearing: It’s a black BUM sweatshirt with the #86 in red on it. Used to be my dad’s. How long have you lived in your current home? 2 years. You never know what you have until it’s gone. True or false? So true. Are you sad when someone says they hate you? More confused. Are you scared of losing the person you like to someone else? I’ve already lost him. Will you be in bed in the next 20 minutes? Probably, but just because I’ll be watching TV and I’m cold. Do you laugh at inappropriate times? I tend to do that sometimes.

What time did you wake up today? 10:30. Would you rather be single all your life or grow old with someone? Grow old with someone, obviously. That’s the goal anyway. How many bracelets do you have on right now? None. How long have you liked the person you like right now? Since August. Is there someone of the opposite sex you can talk to? Yeah, to an extent I guess. He’s not really there for me like he promised he would be though. Do you like mac n cheese? I love it. Do you get mad when people don’t text back? I get annoyed. What does your phone do when it receives a text? Vibrates and says “Bad Deadpool”. How late did you stay up til last night and why? 1 something, was tired. Are you going out of town soon? I don’t think so. Think back to Februrary, how was your love life? Shitty as fuck. Will you regret your next kiss? I hope not. What is in your pocket? not a thing. Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night? Many times. Are you happier now or 5 months ago? They have both sucked. Are you usually wide awake when you wake up? Definitely not. Can you remember the last person you texted without looking? Mom.. Can you sleep without blankets covering you? I cannot. Do you listen to music everyday? Couldn’t live without it. How long have you known your first phone contact? Since junior high. Who are all your texts in your inbox from? Mom, Colton, Dad, Dougie, Jarin, Kiera, Ashley, Sarah, Ellie, Brenda, Katie, Chelsea T, Trevor, Faye, Alison, Jess, Chelsea W, Jan, Uncle Jay, Morgan, Chayce & Zach. Do you have a hard time making decisions? Very much so. Are you gonna be home alone tonight? No, unfortunately Ashley’s here. What are you looking forward to? Being happy again... Are you a morning or night person? 100% night person. Are you excited for this weekend? Ah, no. I have a presentation to work on. What are you wearing on your feet? They’re naked lol. If there was a large spider in your room, would you stay in the room? I’d do my best to kill it.

What is the last thing you touched, other than your computer? My hair.

When was the last time you talked to your best friend? My birthday.

Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? The playlist I have on right now is literally all songs that remind me of him. .

Are you a social or anti-social person?

I’m not overly social.

Can you recall the last time you liked someone? I’m in love with someone right now.

Where were you last night at 8 PM? Home, watching Making History with the fam.

What color is your cell phone? Black and silver.

What is the last non-alcoholic beverage you drank? Pepsi.

Your last received text, would you kiss them? I want to say no but I’ve used him before and honestly it’ll probably happen again.

Have you told anybody you loved them and meant it? Of course. I don’t say it if I don’t mean it.

Are you in a good mood? Definitely not.

What were you doing an hour ago? Painting my nails.

Is there anyone that could make your day if they showed up at your house? Fuck yes. Too bad he won’t.

Does your middle name begin with an A, M, or S? A.

How old was the last person you rode in a car with? 19 and 20.

What color was the last vehicle you were in? Green.

Do you have plans for next weekend? Working on my presentation.

What was the last movie you saw in theaters and who did you go with? 50 Shades Darker with Kiera.

How old were you in 1999? 5.

Are you taller than 5'6"? That’s my height.

Who were the last three people to call you? Ford, Kiera, Ford.

What were you doing last night at 10pm? Unpacking/folding laundry.

If you turn around, what is behind you? Bed, lamp, stereo.

Would you dye your hair hot pink for $50? Likely not.

Do you have any step or half siblings? I do not.

What color is your underwear? Blue.

Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? Dad.

Who was the last person to hug you? Mom.

Who is on your mind right now? Him. Always.

In how many years will you be thirty? 7.

What are your plans after this? Watch TV.

Are you currently barefoot? Yessir.

What’s the dumbest thing you have ever said? I’ve said many dumb things.

You can never drink tea again or soda. Which do you give up? Tea, 100%.

Last time you drank coffee? A few days ago.

Do you listen to screamo? Not really.

In what month were you born? February.

Do you take vitamins daily? Yep.

Who is your 9th contact in your phone? Ashley.

How many programs are running on your computer now? 4.

What’s the first icon on your desktop? iTunes.

What were you doing at 8:00 this morning? Sleeping.

How old is the cellphone you have right now? 3 years or so?

Do you get pissed off when your computer freezes? Drives me crazy.

What’s the last thing you laughed at? My ringtone.

What’s one thing you hate about your best friend? She lives so far away...

Where is your dad right now? Home.

Last person to hug you who isn’t family?

Shannon.

Do you take pictures of yourself on a daily basis? Pretty close, yeah. Do you like the name Adam? It isn’t my favourite but I don’t hate it.

What is the first liquid you drank today? Water. Have you ever been to Los Angeles, California? Nope. Do you believe in angels? I don’t know. Do you prefer Pepsi or Coke? Or do you not care either way? PEPSI. Is there anything in your past that you used to regret, but now you don’t? There are plenty of things I still regret to this day. Can’t think of anything I don’t regret anymore. When is the last time you ate donuts? A few weeks ago maybe? Are you left handed? Nope. Do you use your left or right thumb to press the space bar? I use the index finger on my left hand. Have you ever had a Hershey’s bar with almonds? Yeah, they’re so good.

What cell phone company do you have? Bell. Do you text on a daily basis? What about hourly? Yes, and no. What button on your keyboard do you press most besides the space bar? Likely the “e”. What’s the last song you listened to? First Time Again - Jason Aldean ft Kelsea Ballerini. When is the last time you sneezed? Yesterday. Who is the 3rd person you talked to this morning? Idk. Are you dating the last person you talked to on the phone? Definitely no.

Does your knee hurt? Nope. Has anyone ever bitten your knee? I don’t believe so. Do you know anyone whose name starts with an X, Q, or U? X and Q. Do you know anyone whose name ends with a J, Q, or W? My own name starts with a J...Lol. 8 Friends. 1. Sarah 2. Colton 3. Kiera 4. Dougie 5. Ash 6. Jena 7. Brenda 8. Zach

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Has 8 ever eaten in front of you? Yeah. Have you ever been on a date with 1? Nope. Does 2 remind you of any cartoon characters? not a cartoon character but a TV character . Is 6 your best friend? We just met in January . Can 4 count backwards from 69 to -248? I honestly am not sure he can ‘) Can 2 touch his/her nose with his/her tongue? I don’t think. Have you ever been outside with 1 when it was below freezing? Many times. Has 1 ever been skating with you? Nah. Has 5 ever let you borrow clothing before? She has. Would 8 and 7 make a cute couple? Definitely not considering there’s like a 30 year age difference hahaha. If 2 and 3 both were in a wreck at the same time, would that be sad? Obviously, Jesus... Did 4 go to 5’s last birthday party? Ah no. Did 5 go to 4’s wedding? I didn’t even go to 4′s wedding, his wife hated me hahaha. Who is sexier: 3 or 7? My sister’s pretty hot hehehe. Is 3 your best friend? The absolute best. 6 and 7 just confessed they love you. You’re single. Which do you date? Um, neither haha.

Has anyone ever called you sexy? Yep. Do you have children? I do not. Do you like raisins? nah. Would you buy three 12-packs of coke products if you liked Pepsi? Fuck Coke. Did that question even make sense? It did not/ What is your favorite bug? Butterflies. What color is your camera? Black. Do you speak any language besides English? Some French. Can you eat cheese? I fucking love cheese. Who was your favorite teacher in middle school? Ms. Collins. Was math your worst subject in high school? For sure. Are you in college? University. Have you ever driven a purple car? Can’t say I have. Been in one though, we used to call my uncle’s old car the Barney car because of its colour. What about a green car? I own a green car.

Do you drink hard liquor? Fuck yeah. Do you like scrabble? Sure.

What were you doing on April 21, 2008? Like I’d remember what I was doing April of grade 8?

Can you count to 113 in a language other than English? French. What should you be doing now instead of this survey? Homework. Do you have a printer? Yeah.

What is your favorite food? Pizza. Do you like sweet and sour chicken on white rice? I hate sweet & sour anything. Do you even like corn? Meh. Have you met anyone new yet today? Can’t say I have. What is your biggest pet peeve? Liars. Have you ever overheard a conversation you weren’t supposed to? Mhmm. Do you wish it was 10 hours later than it is now? Ah no. Have you ever been to New York City, Chicago, or Indianapolis? NYC. Do you want some pie? Sure I guess. Have you ever stayed up until 7:30 AM? More than once. Have you ever lived in Pennsylvania, Arizona, or Hawaii? Nope. Do you like ants? Not really. Unless you count Ant Man. Did you like the movie Antz? Meh. What is your favorite Disney movie? Tangled. What do you think of “Octomom”? Ridiculous. She’s fucking brave. Do you like octopi? Meh. Do you wish this survey was longer, shorter, or neither? Shorter. What was your favorite ice cream flavor when you were little? Chocolate chip cookie dough. Is it still your favorite? One of them. By the way, what is your name? Jacy. And what time is it? 8:18pm. What time zone do you live in? Atlantic.

Do you like drums? I wish I could play them. Have you ever drank goat milk? no. What is your favorite soft drink? Pepsi. I see. So do you want to go to bed? I wish. What’s your favorite video game? I don’t have one. Do you like cats? Love them. Are goldfish your favorite fish? Koi are the best. How many pets do you have? 3 cats, 1 dog. How old is the oldest person who lives in your house? 23. Do you wish your house had a basement? Not really. Do you like vanilla pudding? I actually don’t. Which band is your favorite? Hedley. Does Taylor Swift suck? Absolutely not/ What do you smell right now? Candle.

What is your opinion on abortion? I’m pro choice all the way. What is your opinion on gay marriage? Love is love. What is your opinion on gay adoption? It shouldn’t even be an issue. Care for a cookie? no.

Do you like crumpets and scones? I don’t. Do you wish this survey was over yet? Yeah. Are you currently in a relationship? I fucking wish. Are you happy about that? Obviously not ^ What is your favorite David Cook song? Permanent. How many more minutes until you will next eat? Coupla hours probably. Is there a “merged” restaurant in your city (like Taco Bell/KFC)? I don’t think so. Do you like Pizza hut? Sure. Is A&W your favorite brand of root beer? I think I’m allergic to rootbeer. Who was the last person to ask for your number? Dougie. Is the sun shining? It’s dark out.

What’s the last thing you watched on TV? Grimm. When was the last time you went to the cinema? Last month. What did you see? And who did you go with? 50 Shades Darker with my sister. Don’t you just hate football?! Yeah I do. Is someone/something annoying you right now? Mhmm. Who are you texting at the moment? Dougie, Colton, my mom. What have you eaten today? Turkey sandwich, molasses cookie, perogies, Greek turkey wrap. Pancakes or waffles? Either. Do you have pictures on your bedroom wall? I do. What did you do yesterday? Pancake house with Kiera & Jarin, hung with the fam, then came back to Sackville. When did you last wear tights? Uh, can’t remember. Might have been Christmas Eve. Has a close friend ever moved away? Many times. Have you been to a wedding this year? nope. When’s your birthday? February 24th. How annoying is ‘LOL’? I don’t really find it annoying. Who is your best friend of the opposite sex? Colton. Do you get along with your neighbours? I don’t know them. When did you last go to a park? Idk. Which friend lives closest to you? Ashley. If someone liked you would you want them to tell you? It depends on the person. Could have gone without a certain friend telling me. Give us a random fact about the person you last called.. She’s my mom. Would you ever consider plastic surgery? Maybe. Do you like getting drunk? Love it. Makes me more social & numbs the pain. Who made you smile today? Mom, TV. What was the last thing you bought? Monster energy drink, blackberries, pizza. Facebook, Myspace or Twitter? Twitter. Are you pretty? :)) I’m not. Are you shy? Very, for the most part. Who do you know with the nicest smile? Him. What colour would you change your eyes to? Just green without the brown. What song are you listening to? Hurricane-Luke Combs. Do you know what the word 'mardy’ means? I do not. What’s your favourite boy’s name? Roen or Jacob. Girl’s name? I’m not sure. How do you think your life is going to be? Depressing. Disappointing. Is this the best year of your life? HAHAHA. Live laugh love, right? Sure. Do you need a party? Yes plz. Computer or laptop? Laptop. Do you wear makeup? I hate leaving the house without it. What are your favourite pair of jeans? My light blue ones/ What’s the most you’ve ever spent on shoes? $200. Have you ever been strawberry picking? Yep. Do you love your nan? Of course. Don’t you just hate people who love a different person every week? Yeah. Honestly, how many people do you trust? Like, zero. How are you feeling? Very sad. When will you next see your mum? I’m not sure. Is anything good on TV tonight? Idk.

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